#chigiri hyoma fic

[coldhndss]

Seriously mistaken

Chigiri Hyoma

request

“I really don’t want to go to this thing.” Chigiri dramatically sighs, blow-drying his hair in front of the bedroom mirror as you iron his dress shirt behind him.

The representative of your class back in school contacted you and him, inviting you to a high school reunion. They told you that everyone would be there, and it’d be fun to rekindle old ties with friends from school. But Chigiri didn’t seem too eager on going there, especially without you.

“Come on, I’ll be there as well!” Holding the shirt out in front of you, your eyes scan the fabric for any leftover wrinkles. “I just have a few things to take care of before I can leave the house.”

Slipping off his T-shirt, he continues complaining as you drape the warmly ironed dress shirt over his shoulders from behind. “Try not to be so difficult.” A snicker escapes your lips.

“Your life is different now, you know?”. Buttoning his shirt up, you help him fold the sleeves to his forearms. The sound of your toddler babbling to himself as he plays with blocks lingers in the background alongside your words. “You’ve changed so much since then.” A hand of yours reaches up to cup his cheek. “Isn’t the point of a reunion so everyone can see how much each person has changed?” Sighing in defeat, his hand drapes over yours, thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. “I guess I’m being overdramatic.” He sighs.

Examining himself in the mirror, he holds his chin in thought. “Are you going to do anything with your hair?”

“I don’t want to put anything in it.” He replies before parting it down the middle. “I just did my haircare. Not about to cake it up with gel.”

Receiving a sloppy kiss from his toddler, he left the house. Immediately, you got to work on the things you needed to handle. It wasn’t long before you were done, and now you needed to choose an outfit to wear. You went with a deep blue coloured satin slip on, complimented by white heels. Pairing this with a matching purse decorated with gold straps, you grabbed your keys and left the house, your child propped up on your hip.

As soon as Chigiri arrived at the venue, he was greeted with a plethora of smiles and excited former classmates. Most of which wanted to ask about how he got signed to a professional team at such a young age, some even asking for his autograph. It came as a surprise to him to be greeted with so many people who were focused on him – the complete opposite of how he was treated in high school after injuring his knee.

Just when he thought the coast was clear, the reason why he didn’t want to show up in the first place made its way to the front of the small crowd surrounding him. One of the people who made him feel even lower at a point where he was already miserable.

“Chigiri?” Brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, she giggled. “It really is you! I couldn’t miss that red head of yours!”

Muffled murmurs and comments could be heard from all corners of the venue as the attention he had from the small crowd began to expand.

“Look… I know that I wasn’t a nice person back then…” She spoke, making full use of the attention everyone was giving her as she always had. “But you’re all better now, right?” There it was, the intention behind her innocent façade.

She’d leeched off him for popularity when he’d been a standout player on his high school soccer team under the mask of ‘liking him’. And now that they were all ‘grown up’ she was trying to do the very same thing right in front of his eyes.

As Chigiri clenched his fists in frustration and opened his mouth to speak, a small voice sounded behind from the entry to the venue.

“Papa!”

The pitter-patter of a small child’s footsteps rushed towards the crowd, pushing through the legs of the surrounding people.

“There you are. You weren’t picking up your phone.” You wore a smile, walking up to the remnants of the now dispersing crowd. Noticing the girl standing in front of him, gobsmacked, you decided to test the waters.

“Hey! It’s been so long, how’ve you been?” Opening your arms for a hug, she stepped back as Chigiri bent over to lift his son up.

“I’ve… been okay…” She stutters, eyes widened as her gaze flickers between Chigiri and the small child who looks like a splitting image of him.

“Did you need something from Hyoma?” His first name rolled off your tongue like butter, seeming to be the catalyst for her to flee the scene. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor as she left the venue, humiliated.

You turn to your son who was now cradled in Chigiri’s arms. “I told you not to let go of my hand!” Your fingers reached out to pinch his cheek gently as he burst out into laughter.

“He was so fast - I turned my head for a second and he was gone.”

“Trying to beat me, huh?” He laughs, ruffling the child’s hair.

[angelfishe]

"𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐘"

<< blue lock man x reader >>

Character : isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, kunigami rensuke, otoya eita, karasu tabito, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, Oliver aiku, Michael kaiser

You are under the influence of anesthesia after your wisdom teeth surgery, you were unable to recognize your boyfriend as well having to deal with you in this state

>> Isagi yoichi

Was worried for you 24/7, would help you walk from the dentist office. Actually finds it adorable that you're unable to recognize him and was confused about who he was.

After some explanation saying he was your boy friend, you immediately went "boyfriend 😯😊" and that reaction was a like punch towards his stomach. Finds you being under anesthesia funny and adorable he cannot stop gushing over you being like this and when someone would try to insult you how pathetic of you being in this state immediately went towards the person and whispered insult in their ears.

>> Rin itoshi

When he was finally allowed to enter the room after the surgery, he was shocked to find you in this state, you are much more clingy and unaware of your situation.

During the drive you wouldn't stop calling him emo as well calling him a pretty emo, and you were literally crying saying you were being kidnapped by an emo, he found it quite annoying but still found you extremely adorable being in this state. You wouldn't stop clinging into him which he found quite annoying but soon warms up into it.

>> Bachira meguru

Immediately went Hi baby with you after the surgery while you there being confused on who he is, after some explanation from the doctor he immediately went up towards you and was like "who am I" like a parent asking their baby who they were.

Spend the rest of the day taking you to your favorite places like the arcade, your favorite cafe and more to jog up your memory and the entire time you were confused and dazed who was this person and soon manage to jog some memory about who he is, he admitted that you being a dazed is fun as well being adorable in this state, he won't stop gushing over you

>> Chigiri Hyoma

When he picks you up, he notices you looking at him for a few minutes non stop, your eyes wouldn't leave him alone and finally you break the awkward eye contest by saying "pretty", this caught him off guard I mean every one agreed with you his by far one of the prettiest boys in this world but your word caught him off guard.

The entire time you would non stop complementing his looks saying how pretty he is, this manages to leave a blush mark on him as well you wouldn't stop playing his hair, you even tried to bite his hair which caused shock on him.

>> Nagi Seishiro

Instantly enter a staring contest with you, you are much more dazed than your usual self as well unable to recognize him. During the entire day you just been dazed as well watching him play his game just staring at his console while you lay your head on his shoulder.

He has to admit it, it's nice you are just enjoying the moment with you and him without bothering anything outside of the world. And during the afternoon you and him decided to have a nap by you laying your head on his chest usually it would be him laying his head on your chest but today is a switch which he enjoys.

>> Reo Mikage

Find you in this state adorable as well spoiled you to rotten. During the car ride you guys pass a large shopping district and he notices you looking at it and he asks the driver to stop and walk out of the limo to take you shopping.

Every time you look around and lay your eyes on something too long he would instantly pull out his card and buy it for you and he won't stop gushing over you on how cute you are, he has this habit of poking your cheeks to gain your dazed attention, imagine after the anesthesia effects wear off and saw your entire room full of shopping bags containing many things flowers, shoes, dresses and other things there's even a brand new bike laying Infront of your door.

>> Kunigami Rensuke

A true gentleman making sure you are taken care of every second, making sure you eat enough as well taking your medicine. You were confused on who he is only saying who are you and when he replied and say "I have a boyfriend 😯" shock learning you have a boyfriend. He secretly enjoys you being in this state finding it quite adorable

Would not allow you to move making sure you have 24/7 bed rest all the time, and would cuddle with you if you ask for it. Even if you would non stop yapping about random things he's just admiring you. as well supporting you towards every action

>> Otoya Eita

The first time when you woke up and met his eyes, you immediately went "who tf did your hair" and he immediately didn't know how to respond towards that comment, the entire time during the car ride it was silent, he's not upset it's just if you speaking the truth and very much don't like his hair he could change it for you.

After the effects wear off and he would ask you if his hair bothers you and you were confused and didn't remember anything during the anesthesia was on you tell the truth saying it doesn't and say it looks good on him. But soon he asks for some cuddles as well you playing with his hair manages to calm his insecurities down.

>> Karasu Tabito

Finds you in this state amusing af, would laugh at your antics during the effects is still on, would still make sure you're not hurt, he enjoys you complementing him 24/7 during the anesthesia, when you woke and confused who he was and decided to kiss your cheek to see your reaction and you immediately went "woah a cute guy kiss me 😯😊"

Would leave kisses around your face to see your reaction, would say how beautiful you are to rile you up as well to make sure to give you love 24/7, by far this is the most adorable thing he ever seen.

>> Sae itoshi

When he decided to pick you up after your wisdom teeth surgery he didn't realize the chaos he signed up for he almost regretted it, when your dazed eyes meet his teal one, you immediately point your finger towards him and say "hey I know you I saw you on my tv" and you were shocked when he told you he is your boyfriend and here to pick you up.

You wouldn't shut up about him saying cool he was on tv as well complementing his looks, you also wouldn't stop wandering around so he has to interlock his arms with you to make sure you wouldn't get lost. How tiring, he was thinking of putting on a leash on you but one thing he likes about this state is that it shows how you admired him as well love him which he absolutely secretly adores.

>> Shidou Ryusei

Would immediately jump around on how adorable you were, as well a chaotic duo with you, usually you would stop him from doing anything chaotic but with you in this state you didn't even stop him, you join in the fun.

Although you guys got a lecture he enjoys it because you were there with him and not the one that gave the lecture, this caused him to fall deeper In love with you as well how adorable you were unaware of him being your boyfriend.

>> Oliver Aiku

Actually found it cute as well flirting with you in this state until.... "You're pretty handsome Ver" .... " WHO TF IS VER". would try to get an answer out of you Of who the hell this Ver person is and you just laugh it off saying the name Ver again. 24/7 panic mode during it, he went towards your social media and search up the name Ver. He tried to push away the thoughts of you seeing another man but he couldn't

After the effects were off, he asked the questions on who is kenji on you and you answered with "oh it's a nick name I give it to you when talking with my friends" turns out he was ver it's just his name oli-ver, and now he feels stupid and when you question him he said it's nothing relief finally.

>> Michael Kaiser

At first find this state kinda annoying and decided to let ness take care of you during this state and now you wouldn't stop cuddling towards ness instead of him, complementing on how cute ness was and you wouldn't stop clinging towards ness and he admits he does feel jealousy when this happens and not to mention the nasty glare he sends Ness. He Was like towards you "IM YOUR BOYFRIEND YOU SHOULD BE CLINGING TOWARDS ME".

He regretted it deeply every time he tried to drag you away from ness you like "I want to be with ness" that gets him even more jealous but after the effects was over he wouldn't stop clinging towards you, clingy 24/7 you were confused on why he is like this and when you ask ness but Michael send a look that saying "do not tell" because you would not let him get the end of it from you, so till this day you were confused on why he is so clingy

[someprettyname]

BLLK BOYS MEETING YOUR PARENTS FOR THE FIRST TIME (HCs ver.)

characters included : Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei, Barou Shoei, Chigiri Ryusei, Reo Mikage, Yukimiya Kenyu

a/n : has this been done already? I've been wanting to do for quite some time and now that I finally got over my laziness :] here's my vision for it y'all, I hope you enjoy :]

total word count : 1.5k (😱)

Lets start with the ultimate green flag best boy totally not because I'm whipped :D

1) He's a well cultured man who grew up in a healthy family, so that says a lot. 

2) have you seen how he used to put together chigiri's carekit, assemble the laundry, and wake nagi up? 

3) yeah. 

4) he's good at formalities and keeping a harmony in his environments. Thank his Fe aux and the fact that he's INFJ, but he KNOWS (by default) how to behave in a social setting really well. That just comes naturally to him. 

5) so of course he'd dress well, wear a kind smile and bring along gifts. 

6) your parents - no matter how "conservative" and against the idea of you having a boyfriend/love marriage they are - would be DELIGHTED. He's a good player, stable in career, good looking, rich, well behaved. Damn. You really bagged the perfect guy. They can't say anything even if they WANT to. 

7) and it's not like they can deny the way he looks at you. 

8) Any normal parent would approve of him SO QUICK. SO QUICK, MATE. SO QUICK. 

1) Sweet sweet fluff ball he is. 

2) he's goofy most of the times, but of course you matter to him so much. So he would tame himself. 

3) and everything goes smoothly from there 😙

4) no questionable outfit, well behaved and polite. He took tips from Isagi afterall :3 (and isagi has a PRETTY GOOD social awareness) 

5) extra plus points if you have younger siblings or cousins OR a pet. No explanation needed there. He'd get along with them really well :] 

6) would offer to help your mom in the kitchen (i mean, he had a single mom afterall, man knows nothing but respect for mother) and insist on it - that's where he won your mom over by the way :) <3 

7) now there can be two cases - either you have a black cat energy or are an introvert, in which case your parents would be relieved you finally found someone who can bring you out of your shell 

8) or you're an extrovert or have golden retriever energy - in which case your parents might internally sigh thinking of all the chaos you both might stir up (even if you both are pretty tamed in front of them) but they can't help adore you both >.<

1) .....

2) yeah

3) good luck. 

(on a serious note though, if you're dating him you're more likely to be a sweet, introverted girl. So your parents would be happy that you found someone who can bring you out of your shell pt 2. Though his wilder, more violent side can be.... concerning, hopefully, he tames himself up for you atleast a little bit. That'd probably be easy given how much of a calming effect you have on him :3) 

1) See. you need to understand my vision here. Barou off field is a guy you'd 100% want to date okay? 

2) he's the brother of 2 younger sister, hopefully (unlike my elder brother 🥰) he KNOWS how to treat women. Okay? 

3) I mean, did you see how he treated her mother when she was pregnant on the light novel? Chef kiss. He's definitely a green flag guy okay? 

4) if you've hung out with enough guys (which I'm pretty sure you have) you'd know how nasty a boy to boy only conversation can get. How they so disgustingly objectify women. Yeah. Uh huh. Barou's the kind of guy who'd NOT hesitate to step in and stop that bullshit whenever discussions with his male friends go in that direction. You get my vision now? 

5) he's definitely a family man who RESPECTS his family. He's a guy who you'd want to take back to your mama's (or dada's but that'd spoil my lyrics reference) house ygwim ;) 

6) if you have a traditional family, congrats. You bagged yourself THE perfect man your parents could've imagined. They are proud of you 😂❤️

7) look. I see the dad to boyfriend rapid fire round as something REALLY important (considering your dad isn't a red flag and is not trying to sabotage your happiness 🙏🏻) because ONLY MEN know how nasty other men can get and what they need to protect their daughters from. And Barou? Honey he is PASSING THAT RAPID FIRE ROUND WITH FLYING COLOURS!!!!

8) a supposedly good looking rich guy (who bought them *cough* some real expensive *cough* gift when he came over dinner) who knows what he's doing? Pass. 

9) I'm sure your parents would notice how his eyes soften in the slightest everytime he looks at you and that'd be enough to tell them how he's whipped for you (no matter how firm he's on the outside) and you've found yourself the right guy ;) 

10) (plus the sight of him walking out of his black and red sports with the bouquet of flowers was a SIGHT. TO. BEHOLD. Barou is a classy man afterall.) 

11) yay! WOOP WOOP 🎉

1) He has a older sister, that should be your first cue ;) 

2) he's handsome okay? LIKE ONE OF THE PRETTIEST, MOST HANDSOME GUY YOUR PARENTS WOULD EVER MEET. 

3) He'd enter the room and it'd be LIT UP by his beauty. He's AMAZING. Your parents would be BLOWN away. They just can't help it. (So blown away that they accidentally forget the part where they had to question his hair length xD) 

4) of course they have seen him on TV and googled him but seeing him in real life was a while different thing. Can you imagine the scene? You see my vision? 

5) imagine him walking in in a white button up, his hair neatly done and muscles straining through his shirt as he holds the rose bouquet in his hands gracefully. Plus he smells good. 

6) yeah. 

7) (even you'd be blown away, what's your parents anyways 😔) AND THEN THEY REALISE THAT HE IS A GREEN FLAG AND RICH TOO? 

8) woman. 🤨 Don't embarass them. Why aren't you both married already? 🤨

9) If it's over at yours (as opposed to a formal setting like a restaurant) that the dinner is planned, he's definitely offering help to your mom :D 

10) and of course your father would know he's a gentleman too, so he's another guy who'd get approved real quick 😌↕️

11) (he bought your mom jewellery, haircare & skincare stuff over others afterall, how can she NOT?! She's CHARMED by her son-in-law. Not to be son-in-law. In her mind you're both married already 🥰) 

12) be ready to bear with your parents getting insufferable about deciding marriage dates and who all to call in your wedding after he has left :3

1) 😂

2) 😂😂😂

3) Woman. If you are a Reo girlie, why are you even reading this? 😂

4) i mean, no offence but it's actually surprising you have doubts about him impressing your parents 😂

5) he's THE Mikage heir. The dream son-in-law of everyone in the nation 😂 

6) until and unless you are the daughter/heiress of an equally famous and rich company, your parents would be questioning how YOU bagged HIM. That says a lot 😂

7) He's a man of culture. He KNOWS how to impress people. How knows how to tilt everything in his favour AND he's charming. You see how much of a deadly combo that is when it comes to convincing your parents? 

8) even if your parents are HELLBENT on not approving him, he'd know how to convince, do you worry even a bit sweetheart. 

9) he's not here to get approved, he's here to finalise the marriage dates /j 

10) And even though he KNOWS he doesn't really need to do much to convince your parents given his place in social hierarchy and all that money, looks, power - he's humble. He RESPECTS and TREASURERS you. He'd do everything to make sure he's WINNING the heart of your parents by the end of the night ^_^ 

that there is no scope of doubt. He gotta get what he wants afterall. 

11) Dressing up well, looking and smelling good, the many gifts, behaving politely, offering help, striking up an interesting conversation and keeping up with anything thrown at him, flattering your parents - he's got it all up his sleeve. 

12) all you gotta do is sit back and watch your parents get ENCHANTED under his charming spells :3

1) Another green flag when it comes to dating. He's a Fe user too isn't he? 

2) one of my moots posted about her mother giving him the highest rating among the other blue lock guys so...yeah. That says a lot doesn't it? 

3) he'd pass the vibe check of your mom SO QUICK as if it's a light breeze :3 

4) your mom would have her eyes 👀 on him. He's a son-in-law material afterall + he definitely 100% offered to help her in the kitchen :3

5) a good looking, well behaved rich guy who respects you? Chef kiss. 

6) pass pass passsssss

7) he'd answer all the questions your dad poses at him SO WELL (and so smartly and confidently) so he's impressing your dad before the dinner ends as well 😌↕️

8) as long as your dad isn't a red flag (which many dads are unfortunately) he'd SPECIALLY love him 👍🏻 just a feeling :3

That's it for today ladies and gentlemen. Adios. 🙇🏻‍♀️

[ divider credits to @plusmio hehe you have the BEST dividers fr ]

[sfznyxio]

-ˋˏ FLOW ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. with your auto workshop at risk of closing down, your best friend kira ryosuke offers to introduce you to people who are definitely in need of your high quality services: underground street racers of blue lock, whose obsessions are winning the races. however, your arrival at the track makes them think otherwise. 

CHARACTERS. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, barou shouei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, karasu tabito, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

CONTENT. f!reader. street racer au. fluff. 1.3k wc. rewrite of flow at my old main blog @/verxsyon. reader is labeled as “kira (ryosuke’s) girl” because they are always seen together. possessive behavior (barou). mentions of violence (shidou & rin).

VERA. what’s better than egoist soccer players? egoist street racers. you know what could be better than egoist street racers? the reonagi divorce arc in hd— oops, lmao. you know what could be better than the reonagi divorce arc in hd? season 2 premiere this week and sae has more screen time! i also bought a reo figure in his high school soccer uniform to celebrate, and it was the last one too. lucky!

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ISAGI YOICHI

the heart. quickly becomes popular for his freshness to the arena. isagi is a good friend of kira, so there’s one more person you can trust. while in his care as kira meets up with his team, he gives you a tour of blue lock to keep you entertained. sweet and kind, he fetches you water and asks if you feel alright because the racers have been ogling at you since you arrived. interrupted by an uproar caused by a racer who is standing on his car with paint all over his body, isagi is beyond irritated.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. BACHIRA MEGURU

the monster. obsessed with spray paint and loves decorating his car with it. bachira is terrible at being an artist. playful and cheerful outside, he holds amateur art performances for the crowd before races to get them pumped up. his gaze makes isagi flinch when he is told by the latter to quiet down. you can still hear the warning of staying close to someone you trust. he emits a dangerous aura, a strong first impression. bachira feels the same when he’s up at your face, studying you intensely.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. CHIGIRI HYOMA

the surge. the fastest racer in blue lock, securing victories at the speed of light. as chigiri approaches bachira to scold him for scaring newcomers, his beauty is so unreal that you don’t even realize you’ve been staring at him. he apologizes for his friend’s antics, justifying that he acts like this before a highly anticipated race. unfortunately, chigiri is not in this one due to a leg injury but luckily has someone helping him to stay in shape: an orange-haired racer waiting at the garage in his car.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

the hero. kunigami has the highest endurance in blue lock, outlasting all racers in long-distance races. he acts like an older brother as he is very protective and solves issues in a civil manner, balancing out his friends’ hot-blooded personalities. kira trusts him enough to take you home as your best friend has matters to take care of. you thank kunigami for the ride and being nice to you. embarrassed, he says he’ll see you at the race and nothing else before zooming away.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. BAROU SHOUEI

the king. barou is the racer that kira complains about for as long as you can remember. he’s selfish and arrogant based on what you gathered so far from kira, claiming that the venue is his throne and the next race is his for the taking. his attitude fits your expectations; you already dislike him upon the first encounter. barou has the audacity to “claim” you as his prize when he wins this race. you’ll definitely follow kira’s advice to avoid him for sure when you see this guy again.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. MIKAGE REO

the heir. reo considers kira to be one of the best in the arena, besides his best friend, nagi, of course. a master of negotiations due to his status as the future chairman of a corporation, he hopes you will find his terms reasonable and collaborate with him as a business partner. but what he doesn’t expect is you playing hard to get. a pretty rich boy does deserve wild goose chase, making his pursuit exhilarating just like races at blue lock. nagi thinks that what he is doing is a waste of time.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. NAGI SEISHIRO

the genius. most people are happy with their achievements, but nagi does not care less as they’re essentially reo’s efforts. all he cares about are his video games and his cactus until you arrive to the arena with kira. all of a sudden, he attempts to impress you; “attempts” being the keyword. yet reo does the work once again by introducing him to you as his precious treasure and brags that you will see nagi’s full potential at the upcoming race. nagi doesn’t find you to be a bother, so he hopes to see you again. 

𝄞༉‧₊˚. YUKIMIYA KENYU

the model. his charm is the focal point of his character, which drives the audience nuts. curious by nature, yukimiya wonders about the qualities you possess other than being “kira ryosuke’s girl” and how you manage to get the likes of barou, who treats everyone like trash, and nagi, who thinks of only going home, at your whim. seeing you teach nagi about car anatomy allows him to introduce himself. he believes that there is something special about you, but a friend of his thinks so otherwise.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. OTOYA EITA

the ninja. otoya claims to be not like his fellow racers and prefers to stay in the shadows. he doesn’t see you as an angel sent by god in the form of a mechanic to fix their cars, not understanding why everyone is smitten by you. he isn’t interested in interacting with you at first, however, that is proven wrong when yukimiya makes you laugh at a silly joke. it’s rude to make you feel unwelcome, so he decides to give you a chance. a crow- like racer mocks him for thinking he doesn’t find you attractive one bit.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KARASU TABITO

the assassin. all about good vibes and good times, karasu does not want anyone to act “mediocre” around you. many newcomers are notorious for never setting foot in this place after their first round. he is relieved to hear that you came at your own volition thanks to kira. majority of racers you met so far are nice to you, so he doesn’t need to worry about making an impromptu spiel of why blue lock is great. if you think he’s too friendly for your taste, what about the guy stalking you right now.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SHIDOU RYUSEI

the joker. unrestrained both in words and action, shidou goes about his day and does everything as he pleases. judging by how yukimiya, otoya, and karasu are quick to shield you, he’s bad news. the altercation grabs kunigami’s attention, who he has massive beef with. being “kira’s girl” doesn’t phase him, nor your best friend going after his head for being near you. one of his rivals isn’t amused by the ongoing circus act, as if he didn’t break his nose in the previous race.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ITOSHI RIN

the puppeteer. rin has a score to settle with his older brother, sae, who is betting on shidou for the next race. physical violence is a usual solution to settle arguments, and it’s worse for rin to be involved in another fight with shidou, especially before a race that determines his fate and prove to his brother that he’s the best of the best. he doesn’t spare a glance at you or ask if you’re alright, as sae walks into the garage to check out the commotion.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ITOSHI SAE

the prodigy. sae is one of the top eleven racers at the underground. you now know that he is betting on shidou for the upcoming race. rin does not seem pleased. even if it’s not obvious at face value, everyone can tell that there’s bad blood between the brothers by the intense atmosphere created from their staring contest. sae looks at you then at his brother, who he scoffs at for his lack of concern for you. for a girl to experience this in the first week, he’ll stop by your shop as reparation after the race.

[kvrokasaa]

The Morning After

Includes: Isagi, Otoya, Reo, Chigiri, and Rin

Cw: Suggestive, Reo's mentions reader's hair being kinda long, not proofread. 1.4k words

Yoichi wakes up to the soft glare of the sun filtering through the blinds. He blinks a few times, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. The events of last night come rushing back to him - the laughter, the touches, the connection. He turns his head slightly and sees you lying next to him, still peacefully asleep.

A soft, almost inaudible chuckle leaves his lips while he takes in the serenity of the scene. Your hair is sprawled out on the pillow, your arms clutching the poor thing for dear life.

Cute.

Carefully, Isagi slips out of bed, trying not to wake you. He stretches, feeling the pleasant soreness from last night's activities. He moves quietly, deciding to make coffee and prepare a simple breakfast. As he waits for the coffee, he glances back towards the bedroom, his thoughts drifting. Last night felt different than any other one-night stand. It felt special. There was a connection between you both. It makes him feel both excited and nervous about what could come next.

You stir awake at the smell of coffee - the aroma drawing you out of your slumber. You stretch and sit up, the blanket slipping down to your waist.

You notice Isagi in the kitchen - with no shirt on - making breakfast and coffee. You could almost drool at the sight. "Morning," you say softly, your voice a bit raspy from all the moaning and screaming from the night before.

Isagi turns his face lighting at the sight of you in his shirt and nothing else. "Good morning," he replies, his voice gentle. "I made some coffee. Want a cup?"

You nod and reach out to grab the cup filled with coffee. Isagi speaks as you put in your desired creams and sugars. "Last night was amazing," he started, "I'd love to see where this can go." And of course, you have no other answer than yes.

You wake up with a start, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. As the events from last night come rushing back, you feel a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. You turn your head to see Otoya still asleep beside you, his face relaxed and peaceful. For a moment, you just watch him, trying to sort through your tangled thoughts and feelings.

You've known Otoya since you were kids, but his reputation as a player makes your heart ache with uncertainty. Was last night just another fleeting moment for him? Does he have a girlfriend? The doubts gnaw at you, making it hard to breathe.

Carefully, you slip out of bed, trying not to wake him. You move quietly around the room, gathering your clothes and getting dressed as quickly and silently as possible. You hope to leave before he wakes up, to spare yourself any potential heartbreak.

Just as you reach the door, you hear a rustle behind you. You freeze, your heart pounding.

"Leaving so soon?" Otoya's voice is soft, but it startles you. You turn to see him standing behind you, his eyes half-open but focused on you. "I-I should go," you stammer, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just..." You trail off.

"I'm scared. You have a reputation and I don't want to get hurt. What if you have another girl? What if last night didn't mean anything to you?" You voice your thoughts. It's a drawl, you think. Either your friendship is ruined forever, or you let him break your heart in silence.

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "I've known you since childhood, you think I'd use you like that?" His voice is soft, filled with seriousness you rarely hear from him. You don't respond. You know that he wouldn't do that, don't you?

"Last night wasn't just some fling. It meant everything to me. You mean everything to me. I love you." That got you to look up at him.

"But you've never said anything." "I just realized," he answers honestly. "I know that you probably don't believe me." His hand comes up to cup your cheek, "Just give me some time. Let's figure this out together."

Reo woke up with a warm sensation spreading through his chest. He blinked sleepily, his gaze shifting to the figure beside him. You looked so peaceful, your hair cascading down over the pillow in gentle waves. A soft smile curved his lips against your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. The touch was gentle, reverent almost, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

He felt a surge of affection, a deep longing that bordered on obsession. You stirred, a small sound escaping your lips, and he couldn't help but smile wider. Being this close to you, sharing these intimate moments, filled with a sense of contentment he hadn't known before.

Your bodies are entwined, fitting together like puzzle pieces. He traced patterns on your skin, each touch a silent declaration of his affection.

As you both exchanged whispered words and soft laughter, he couldn't help but marvel at the connection you both share. It's more than the physical attraction; it's a bond that transcends words, a silent understanding that you belong together.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, forgetting the outside world exists. In this moment, all that matters is the warmth from your skin, the rhythm of your breaths syncing in perfect harmony.

Reo knows he's falling deeper, that this isn't just a fleeting attraction. You've become his everything, a beacon of light in his dull world. And as you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion, he couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment with you.

As the morning light filters through the curtains, Chigiri finds himself waking up next to you. The memories of last night flood back, filling him with a warm sense of contentment. He can't help but smile as he recalls how you finally confessed your feelings to him, through drunken words and moans.

Your peaceful sleeping face is a sight to behold, and he can't resist reaching out to gently brush a strand of your hair away. The way you sleepily smile makes his heart race with affection. It's moments like this that make him realize just how much he cares for you.

As he lies there, basking in the afterglow of your shared intimacy, he can't help but reflect on how far you've both come. From the first day you helped him with his leg injury to volunteering to monitor and do regular check-ups at Blue Lock, your bond has only grown stronger.

He knows this is just the beginning of something intimate between you two. With you by Chigiri's side, he feels like he can conquer anything. And as he watches you stir awake, a smile playing on your lips, he knows that he wouldn't want it any other way.

As the morning sun filters through the curtains, you find yourself waking up beside Rin. The soft warmth of his body against yours reminds you of the night before, where passion and tenderness intertwined in a dance only lovers could understand.

Rin stirs beside you, his eyes fluttering to meet yours. There's a moment of hesitation, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions between you. Then, with a gentle smile, he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"You're still here," he murmurs, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and relief.

You nod your head, not knowing if you should leave or not. "Yeah." Rin immediately notices your tone mixed with uncertainty and hesitation. "I know I said some things before...about you distracting me from soccer," he begins, his gaze searching yours for understanding.

Your eyes trail down to his hand, his fingers climbing onto your hand. "You're passionate about soccer, Rin. I know that. But you don't get to shut out everything else. We can find a balance."

He exhales slowly as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. "I want that, too." He admits, pulling you closer into a warm embrace.

The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing and gentle rustles of movement as Rin lays his head on your chest. He hums in contentment when he hears the sound of your heartbeat. And with each shared whisper of love and longing, it becomes clear that despite his initial reluctance, he's fully committed to making things work between you.

[verysium]

ACT 1, SCENE 1: blue lock headcanons

rin is the type to have hyper-fixations, except you would literally never know. this man is discreet, as in batman level of shadiness. one time, he accidentally took too much adderall at 3 a.m. and considered making a shrine of you inside his bedroom closet. he was already halfway done with printing and cutting out your pictures before he realized what he was doing. that was the only time you caught him slipping, and he doesn't even remember most of it. definitely makes little voodoo dolls and sticks pins in the people he hates (looking at you, isagi.)

sae smells like fresh linens and warm laundry. sometimes, if you snuggle up to him, you can also sniff out hints of the sea. if you asked him what shampoo he uses though, he would not know. (it's definitely a 5-in-1 though since this man emphasizes practicality above all else.)

kaiser is secretly a pathetic coward with zero pain tolerance. he had a smug smirk on his face the entire time he got his blue rose tattoo done because of how badly he wanted to impress you. definitely went home later that day and cried from the pain. he would scream and be an overdramatic baby when you tried to remove the saniderm.

rin would insist that he is not like sae in the slightest but then proceeds to act like a sore loser when he doesn't immediately win. do not challenge him to any game that involves a ball. competitiveness runs through the entire itoshi bloodline.

sae is financially illiterate. he would definitely buy you anything you looked at for longer than 0.5 seconds. when the cashier asks him where to send the check, he tells them to ring it all up on his manager. definitely does not know how much is too much.

reo tried to get nagi into houseplants once he saw how lackluster nagi's apartment was. but all of them except the cactus died since nagi forgot to water them. choki is obviously a trooper.

rin is lactose-intolerant, but his gourmand tastebuds only allow him to drink one specific brand of almond milk. would make you drive two hours back to the grocery store just because you accidentally forgot to get the unsweetened version without the artificial vanilla flavoring.

noa is very grounded, mostly due to his background but also because of his personality. definitely the type to be rich but not act rich. he would get along very well with keanu reeves. that's not to say he won't spoil you though. this man would let you have whatever you wanted, so long as it was reasonable.

sae is a horrible gift-giver. every christmas, he gives you socks, a mug, or some random overpriced souvenir he panicked and bought at the airport on the way home. needless to say your kitchen is now overcrowded with jumbo fridge magnets and keychains.

shidou would flirt with the entire female population but with an almost exclusive emphasis on teachers. if you showed up one day wearing a pencil skirt, he would go absolutely feral.

rin used to be the shortest in his class back in primary school. he went home after picture day and cried because they made him stand on the bottom row for the class picture. years later though, he now towers over both you and sae.

chigiri was very close to his older sister when growing up. she definitely forced him into some very embarrassing predicaments. one time, his sister made him model all of her dresses, and he paced around the hallway in full catwalk style for an entire afternoon. because his sister used to play with his hair, he always makes you run your fingers through his locks and do the braids for him. it's a force of habit.

chris heavily overuses cologne despite being the touchiest man in existence. he doesn't understand why people try to distance themselves from him. no one told him he smelled like an entire distilled perfumery until the day you came into his life.

rin gets jealous over sae's fangirls, especially the ones that carry around cardboard signs during games. a fan wants to get married to his brother? not on his watch. you had to physically drag him out one time because he was infinitesimally close to throwing hands.

kunigami is a firm believer in women's rights (and wrongs.) one time his sisters were bullied at school for their dresses, so he showed up fully decked in hello kitty merchandise and a hot pink bow on his head just to show the boys that feminine wear can be cool too. toxic masculinity is actually scared of him.

sae had a teacher phase as a child, except everything was football related. he sat rin down in front of a whiteboard while he took a stick and walked his little brother through every single passing combination in existence. also deliberately gave rin a failing grade because his standards are so high. rin started crying, and sae felt bad, so he changed them all into passing marks.

nagi definitely plays dress up games on his phone. sometimes when you're both rotting in bed on a saturday evening, he asks you if he should use pink or blue eyeshadow for the disney princess for whom he's currently giving a makeover.

sae keeps random hair ties on his wrists. the tabloids used to speculate that those hair ties were evidence for him dating someone in secret. lo and behold, the paparazzi later catches him shopping for groceries with his hair tied up in pigtails. those hair ties are, in fact, only for him.

niko has family issues, no explanation needed. definitely had some unresolved trauma on his mother's side. he secretly thinks he doesn't deserve you, but your kindness is always there to bring him away from his insecurities.

hiori has curated playlists for every mood. his taste is absolutely immaculate. when you go on late night drives with him, he's always in charge of the speakers. doesn't want you to know that music used to be his place of solace during the times his parents were fighting, but the warmth of your hand on his makes him believe that everything will be alright.

rin used to get a high fever at night sometimes, but instead of going straight to his parents, he would creep into his brother's room and hover above the bed like a specter. rin would stand there and just whisper, "sae, i frew up." after he started dating you though, he just climbs under the sheets without asking. please take care of this poor boy.

nagi massacres his exams with absolutely illegible penmanship but then proceeds to get every single question correct. his teacher never put his work up on the wall because it looked entirely like chicken scratch. you had to reteach him the entire alphabet just so people could actually understand his written work.

rin and sae both get sunburnt easily, except sae actually cares for his skin and meticulously puts on sunscreen beforehand. one time, you three all went to the beach and rin was the only one who came home looking like a burnt tomato.

barou used to live with his grandmother every summer, and she would force him to clean the entire house with her. that is where he picked up such good cleaning habits. his personal hygiene is impeccable, and he would love nothing more than to brush his teeth with you every morning and make the bed together. spring cleaning is his favorite hobby.

sae was on spider-catching duty every time there was an arachnid longer than 5 centimeters in the house. he would pick up the spider with bare hands while you and rin both stood in the corner of the bathroom, trying to act cool but internally screaming.

© verysium 2023 / please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize any of my works

[railleriee]

blue lock boys playing mario kart

summary: hc’s of bluelock boys n’ how they play mario kart!

warnings: none

includes: rin, sae, nagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, isagi, shindou, kaiser

Rin:

He plays as blue shy guy! He doesn’t play often, only when you force him to, and yet he wins every single race. At first, he wasn’t competitive while playing at all, acts all chill and claims he “doesn’t care” if he wins the game or not. Although the more you guys play the more heated he begins to get when objects are thrown at him….he hates those damn bananas.

Sae:

He’s so lame and plays as Mario. He literally does not care to play. Does he win at all? Absolutely not. He best stick to soccer. The poor guy absolutely sucks at mario kart. He’s lucky to get in even 5th place. When you first asked to play, he was very “how hard can it be?”. He would never admit that the game is growing on him and the more he plays the more he wants to win. Just like his brother, he can’t stand those damn bananas.

Nagi:

He plays as dry bones! Mr. gamer is so not competitive yet wins every single game. He’s like rin, except he is actually chill and doesn’t care if he wins. The game is “too easy” for him and he gets board after 2-3 races. He’d buy you the expansion packs if you’d ask! It pisses u off how good he is, you can’t seem to win a single game. :(

Bachira:

He plays as toadette! He’s so competitive it’s not even funny. He always tries to mess up your race and things it’s hilarious to whip you out on shells. He 100% sticks his tongue out while playing. His concentration is crazy and no amount of distraction will get to him. Does he ever win? Absolutely not.

Chigiri:

He plays as princess peach! (obvi). His favorite map is rainbow road and he insists you play it every time. He’s not the best player, he never switches his kart and never cares to switch the stats on it, then gets upset when he loses yet again. He whines and makes a scene when he’s knocked down a few places by other players. How often does he win? 50% !

Reo:

He plays as Waluigi! He has a whole set up and is lowkey a crazy mario kart player. He buys controllers specifically for the game and buys all the expansion packs and new tracks. He’s not all the good but will spend hours playing and “practicing” during his free time. He loves when you will go over n’ sit on his bed and play with him for hours. He calls it “bonding time”. (I hc him as a very shy lover and is afraid to let things get awkward so it’s a good way to break silence and keep eachother distracted!)

Isagi:

He plays as toad. He is SO competitive. Also sticks his tongue out while playing. He takes a long time to choose a cart and customize it to each track he plays. He truly thinks it makes a difference for every track. When he falls behind or looses he will always blame it on the kart and not his actual skill. How often does he win? 50/50.

Shido:

He plays as bowser. He claims he isn’t competitive but you can see it in his focus on the game. Yells at the screen when players pass him. He’s broke too many controllers to count. You’ve had him start to bring his own controllers so he doesn’t break yours :( He’s honestly not good at all but likes to think he is! He’ll blame his loss on something stupid then say “one more game”, for the twelfth time.

Kaiser:

He plays as king boo. Honestly could care less about the game but plays it to make you happy. It’s infuriating how good he is at the game, how did he get so far ahead? He plays in complete silence, doesn’t say a word while maintaining the most straight face the entire time. After he wins, he’ll make some snarky comment and ask if you’re ready to give up. Twenty races later, you finally win. He didn’t let you win did he?

[seakou]

TABLE ETIQUETTE

chigiri hyouma x gn!reader

includes: vampire chigiri. count chigiri. blood/drinking blood. kind of objective talk of humans as food/meals. heavily suggestive. reader is wearing a corset & suit.

notes: well. i’m back. and unwell lol. not proofread we die like men.

Chigiri Hyouma is a man of etiquette.

Doors held open. Announcements when entering a room. Eye contact while listening. Faint touches–when appropriate–during polite conversation. A bow of his head as he takes his leave. Taps of a napkin to corners of mouths. Over coats over rain puddles. Pristine hair in perfectly threaded plaits.

Polite. Charming. Charismatic. Poised. Elegant.

Even now, as his chilled palm presses to the warm bend in your lumbar, it’s proper. Not too low, not too high; just the right height as he leads you around the ballroom by the lining of your corset. A true gentleman, on full display.

“Chigiri.”

“Barou,” he greets, tipping his head in acknowledgement. A dashing grin pulls the edges of his mouth in a curve so delicious you have to glance away. “Good evening. I trust you are well.”

Barou hums. You smile.

“Shoei,” and you hold out your hand. He takes it–barely–and cants his head down to feign a kiss. His pale lips never quite press to the sanguine of your knuckles just like his eyes never quite catch yours. A display, an endearment.

A show of respect to the count on your flank.

“Evening,” he grunts, because he should, because he wants to. Only to you, only for your partner, but still. The thought is sweet. 

You giggle as you retract your hand and lace it with your other in front of your abdomen. Manners, etiquette. This man was not meant for a world like this and yet you think that's actually what makes it so becoming of him. Strong features and even stronger build. Waistcoats fit him well, even if he tugs at his color far more than a man of his rank should.

Chigiri never tugs at his collar in such a way.

Of course he doesn’t, because Hyouma, as you know him, is a man of class. He knows the footwork to every ballroom dance and the order of every dining room utensil. His lips glossed with a cherry tint and his cheeks to match, showing dignity. Head held up high but not haughty, chin raised but no look thrown down the nose.

Classy–in every right. Yes, Chigiri Hyouma is a man of class, a man of the utmost class. His fang catches on the corner of his lip, his hand presses more firmly to the base of your back.

“And the hors d'oeuvres?” 

You hadn’t noticed it until he asked, but at the collar of Barou’s shirt, hidden between the ruffles he keeps tugging at, is the tiniest speck of burgundy. Wine, perhaps. A dribble from a little too sloppy of a sip, one would think. Just something a little careless from a bulk of a man grappling for any sense of inebriation to deal with the stuffiness of the night’s events.

Chigiri reaches forward, slender fingers pinching the cloth between perfectly manicured claws. He inspects it, and you nearly miss it. 

There’s a slight twinge in his brow, a hitch in the bob of his throat as he combs over the drop with his eyes. Deducing, conspiring. It’s disdain, in the faintest form. Something out of order, something not quite right. Chigiri isn’t a freak about these things, but he isn’t a practitioner of them either.

A single wave of his hand as he pulls away and a service hand is gliding over a second later. Just as polite as ever, Hyouma greets him.

“Would you care to take my guest to find another blouse?”

“Of course, sir,” he nods, and gestures for Barou to follow him. The latter does, albeit begrudgingly and while mumbling muffled curses under his breath, but he does nonetheless.

“How kind of you,” you commend, half-taunting half-sincere, as you flash him a grin.

“I am nothing if not hospitable,” he counters, without missing a beat and with his full attention on you. 

Keen roseate irises tracing the outline of your own, your cheeks, your lips. You swallow. Chigiri’s hand slips to your elbow. 

“That you are,” you agree, because it’s true. Chigiri is oh so charmingly hospitable. Extravagant dinners, affectionate displays, endearing escapades. All of each so well thought out; all in celebration of you. Even this gala, right now, is thrown in your favor. For what occasion, you do not remember. But for you, it is, regardless–always. “Must be some tasty hors d'oeuvres.”

He laughs lightly as you take a sly sip of your wine–just wine. Grape only, for your taste. Or strawberry, or muscadine. You hear Chigiri’s selection is exquisite, but your stomach is not so.. inclined to your partner’s diet. Not so well acclimated. 

You nearly gag just thinking about taking a swig from his collection. 

“Yes,” he adheres. “I permitted Isagi to partake in the rumination of this lot. His choice of selections certainly tend to be more…” he pauses, catches a fang on the edge of his grin as he trails his fingertips down the length of your forearm, “Favorable, among the crowds. I thought it best he settle my indecisive debacle, since I do not indulge.” 

A chill claws its way up the slim crevice between your spine and bodice. A sharp inhale, a glance away. You feel the heat on the back of your neck before the swirl in your stomach.

“How hospitable indeed,” you circle back, daring a glance through your lashes. 

Of course he doesn’t indulge–how uncouth of an implication. Chigiri Hyouma, the count of such high esteem, does not need–no, does not want such privy finger foods. He reserves himself for better things, richer things; full of flavor things. Delectable and pristine and exclusive.

Chigiri Hyouma’s reserve means nothing to him because he reserves himself to you and you alone. After all, it is not proper etiquette to share one’s plate. 

And he is a man of proper etiquette. 

“My dear,” he addresses, and you cling. To his fingers that find their way to yours. To the sweet saccharine words that drip from his love laced lips. To his hypnotizing gaze that draws you a millimeter–two, three–closer. You cling and adhere and, oh.

Something about a rich man devoted to you makes you hot inside.

“Mhm?”

“I would also like to enjoy tasty hors d'oeuvres.” 

And he says it in a way that is so courteous. With a kiss to your knuckles and a thumb to chase it. A stare so intent it’s enticing. A grip so sure it’s unfair. He says it politely, gently–not pushy, never pushy. 

“If you would be so inclined to join me?”

Like such a fucking gentleman.

“Mhm,” agreeing before you can even think it over properly, before you can even chew it over. But it wouldn’t matter, would it? Because when have you ever, how could you ever, say no to him? Turn down such manners? Decline such a kind offer? So respectful. Well behaved. Well bred. 

Well trained.

“How hospitable.” 

It’s him, this time, saying this to you. Commending you for your acceptance of his invitation, for his outreach of privy. There's a bubbling in your gut, a giddiness biting back at the confines of your corset. He holds out his arm and you take it; lace yours through and allow him to lead. Skirting through petticoats and performers, acquaintances and aristocrats, towards the edge of the ballroom. The heel of your shoes click in a dazed symphony and Chigiri places his gloved palm over your arm.

A sense of security, an implication of trust. A courtesy–through and through. 

As you reach the doors they are pushed open by the two men standing guard at them. It isn’t until then do you hear them–the hors d'oeuvres. Faint whines and weak moans mingling with dancing viola and sonorous cello. You catch a glimpse as you pass the door; Isagi, mouth latched to a pretty brunette by the jugular, and Rin, tugging at dark wrist. 

You swallow, throat thick, and turn away. Tasty, you’ve heard. Delicious, it’s been countered.

Your eyes trail up to the man walking beside you. He’s already staring back.

“Delectable,” he supplies, as if he could read your mind; like he’s plucked the thread of your thoughts right out of the seams of your mind. “You are purely so.”

And, oh. You are far more than an hors d'oeuvre. 

A break away, a sidestep. You find yourself nearly shying away now, even though a comeback is on the tip of your tongue. Another chill, a deeper flush to your cheeks. You clear your throat and hope the great observer is not too mindful of you now.

(You know he is).

“That’s inappropriate,” you condemn, finally, as the bat unhooks its fangs from your cotton tethered tongue. “We are still in public, you know.”

The halls are empty, save for a few stragglers stumbling from back rooms and servers on their way to discard empty rimmed glasses. A weak attempt to stave off your embarrassment, but an attempt nonetheless.

You are simply lucky the count chooses to indulge you.

“You’re right,” he atones, grasps your hand again to place yet another kiss there. But this one lingers; a second too long to be considered chaste, a breath too chilling to be completely genteel. “Forgive me, my love. I do not wish to tarnish your compelling image. Will you?”

You nod, because what else could one possibly do when rose petals are staring heartfelt daggers into your soul. You nod and you sigh, contented.

A vicious slice of a grin cuts through you. “Wonderful,” Chigiri adheres as he pulls from you slightly to push open a heavy door. “After you.���

And there it is, the charm. He puts you first and places you second and loops you to third as is. He circles you, in everything, and keeps his priorities straight. Like a proper man–a count–should. You listen and step into the room. Pressing a palm to your stomach, you urge yourself to settle. 

You suppose you do, in a sense, at the familiarity of it all. The plush cushions of the couch, kissed by the curtains as they dance lightly in the breeze from the window. Cool night air tickles your warm cheeks as you make your way over to it, positioning yourself fittingly just shy of the middle. And you watch.

Chigiri is a man of etiquette. He does things just so and in the way they should be done. He closes the door behind him gently with not so much as a muted thud. He glides over to the vanity on the wall and stands in front of it, and the routine begins.

Sheer glove of his left hand tugged loose from thumb index, middle, ring, pinky, then off in one swift thring, only to be placed neatly on the hardwood. Then the right hand, the same way, until it finds its mate on the tabletop. Next, the cufflinks. Undone and refastened on themselves before being placed with a pair of clinks into their glass case. Then, the overcoat; shrugged out of and folded over once before being draped across the florals of the vanity bench. 

It is now, and only now, does he turn to you.

“How are you finding this evening, my dear?” he questions as his fingers find their way to the buttons on the front of his vest, undoing the first one.

You try to swallow again. “I’m finding it well.”

“And the dancing?” The vest is off now, placed on the cushion next to you.

“Tiring.”

“Ah, I imagine so. You must be approaching exhaustion,” he sighs as he steps in front of you. Fingertips to shirt collars–he still does not tug. No, he gently unknots the furrow of his tie and moves along smoothly to the pearls. One slips out, then two. 

“Yes,” you mutter, and find yourself gripping the hem of the cushion ever so slightly.

Chigiri kneels, now. Left knee down, then right to follow suit onto the plush of the woven rug in front of you. The buttons of his shirt are unfastened all the way down to the middle of his abdomen. Stone carved ridges peaking through, collarbones cutting out of the loose linen window. He reaches for his sleeves, now, and begins to roll. Neatly, of course. One fold over the other.

“Fraternizing can be so draining,” he contends through heavy lashes, deepened irises and laden lids. He’s wrapping up the last sleeve, tucked to his elbow, outlining the muscles of his forearm deliciously. “I, for one, am simply famished.”

“Y-Yeah?” You ask, and curse your voice for coming out so shaky. Like you’re nervous, like you’re scared. 

“Yes,” Chigiri says; you aren’t sure to correct your improper verbage or to agree, either way it has you sinking in the cushions, just a bit. Just enough that your knee grazes his shoulder. Just enough to be an invitation.

And yet, despite that, Hyouma is still such a gentleman.

“May I?”

You nod, because you’re too busy getting ready to bite your tongue to even attempt to use it for words. A cool hand skims by your ankle, then your calf. It trails its way along the inside of your knee, fingertips dancing in the moonlight seeping in from behind you. You peer through the candlelight, admire how Chigiri’s pretty face appears softer, here.

Once his hand raises above your knee, a shudder escapes you. Chigiri grins, you bite the corner of your lip, and he pushes your legs further apart, slots himself in between. And he looks at you, as he presses in with more fervor, now, snakes his way up to the corset that conceals the waistband of your trousers. His hand drifts back, past your hip and is met by the other as he leans in, reaches behind you to the ribbon laced there.

And now, only now, does he tug.

He does so just enough to loosen the knot of the bow, pull it until it’s undone–until you’re undone. He’s so close, his face inches from yours, his chest melding in, his torso to your thighs. He start to loosen the torque of your binding, little by little, bit by bit, until your breath starts to seep back into you. Until you are, finally, able to swallow down an inhale.

Your hot exhale fans across his cheeks and he grins at you. Sweet and soft and in a way that is so posh it makes you want to scream. But you fight it; the urge.

To lean forward, to reach out, to grapple. You fight and you wait and you sit still and pretty just like you’ve practiced so well to do. You do this because that is polite, after all. That is proper etiquette.

Your back is guided to the cushion behind you before you can even realize you had been leaning forward wantonly this whole time. You’d blush if you held more shame in your bones, but you long since gave that up. No need to tip toe when you can galavant.

You leave the tip toeing to Hyouma, after all.

Once it is loose enough, Chigiri slides his hands underneath the binding of your corset. He lingers there, on the plump of your abdomen, before he finds his end goal. He takes the fasten between his fingers and undoes it tantalizingly slow. You think you’re going mad. You feel this isn’t very courteous at all. 

“I thought you said you were famished.”

It comes out before there’s a chance of stopping it. Where you suddenly found the gall, you aren’t sure, but oh, does it ignite something. A gleam, a glimmer. Nearly enough to miss there’s a sheen that glosses over Hyouma’s eyes as he settles deeper on his knees before you.

A button pops loose out from the seam of your trousers.

“You’re far more chatty than Isagi’s hors d'oeuvres,” he notes with a sharp wrench of the waistband that has it settling at your hips, “My dear.”

A chuckle escapes you–from bewilderment, anxiety–you’re not quite sure the origins matter when there’s such a powerful man knelt before you. 

“Tastier, too,” you counter, fix him with a slow blink of your own. 

And that, oh that gets to him. 

“Tastier,” he agrees, pulls at your pants until they’re past your hips, thighs, calves. On the floor, tossed to the side, discarded as if they did cost an arm and a leg. (And you would know, you’ve seen the price of those). “More delectable.”

He leans in, presses an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your left knee. He slips his hand under it, while he’s at it, and hooks it over his shoulder.

“Piquant.”

Another kiss a little higher, this time paired with a nip of his teeth. Ever so faint, ever so light. A breathy gasp is snatched from you. Your fingers dig deeper into the cushion. Cool release, slick lips have you nearly quivering. Enticing, taunting. He’s so pretty.

“Delectable.”

He’s nearing the crease of your hip and thigh now. At the inner part where the few strands of hair that have slipped out of his braid tickle you just enough to make you restless. Though, if you are truthful, everything about this man makes you so. He nips at your flesh again, with a little more intent this time, a little more pressure. A tease, a taunt.

A warning, to be polite.

“My darling, you are just divine.”

And Chigiri digs in like a man starved. As he takes his first bite into the meat of your thigh, piercing fangs embedding themselves and staking claim. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the initial scream that rips its way out of the confines of your throat. You breathe hard–rapid and heavy for the first few seconds as your vision burns white hot.

And then, as cool tongue lavs over twin indents, it begins to settle. A slow burn, a duller sort of pain. It’s more of a throb in your muscles as Chigiri grasps at your hips. He tugs you to him, mouth still latched, and sucks. 

It's deep and hard and writhing; you can’t help it. Your hand finds the back of his head and you tug at the hair there, knocking more out of the plait as your other attempts to ground yourself to the sofa. 

And Hyouma is feasting.

He is a man of honor and class and elegance; but when he is here, on his knees before you and drinking from your supply like it is the manna from heaven, that is all gone. His table etiquette goes out the window and suddenly he is all smeared lips and matted hair and raunchy sacrilege in the name of dinner time.

And to think, he was so concerned with a speck of blood on Barou’s collar.

“Hyou-Hyouma,” you whine, fighting to keep your consciousness intact as every minute passes. 

A gulp is your answer, and another. And another. You tighten your grip in his hair, peer through batting lashes at the hair getting stuck to crimson coated cheeks. He pushes himself in, like he wishes he could bury himself here, between your thighs. You feel hot; and willing, and wanting, and oh.

You might just pass out. 

“Hyou..” It’s weaker, this time, your whine. 

And for a moment you think it falls on deaf ears. Chigiri gets in a trance sometimes, after all. Drinks a little too much a little too fast and gets himself a little too blood drunk on the high of it all. But after another few seconds the gulps turn to sips and the sips turn to sucks, until there’s only kisses being placed to your freshly made punctures. A salve over it, like a blood smeared band aid. 

Chigiri presses his cheek to your other thigh–slick and blood stained–and gazes up at you. He’s all dopey grins and lazy smiles as his thumb traces circles into your hip bone.

“My dear,” he adheres, affection dripping off of his tongue right along with your bodily fluids.

You gaze at him, glassy eyed and lethargic. Patting his hair down, a weak chuckle weasels its way out of you at the sight. How can someone so proper simply be so ravenous? Someone so posh be so besmirched?

“You’re going to need a new blouse,” you taunt, hand dropping to rest on his shoulder, where his once pristinely white shirt now drapes over his angular frame, now dyed a deep seeded scarlet. 

He laughs at that; hearty and kind and loving. He gives your hip another squeeze, closes his eyes in content.

“Yes, my beloved. And thank you,” a sloppy kiss pressed to you, “For this bountiful meal.”

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[aciddrattboyy]

Hҽʂιƚαƚισɳ !

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "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"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Bachira Meguru x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2.9k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life/Drama/Rom] fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst(maybe), sex jokes lol what else do college boys do (characters are aged up) ★ 01 . 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. 

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[sirhamburrger]

basket case - h. chigiri x f!reader (band!au, written-smau hybrid)

status: in progress

do you have the time to listen to me whine?

synopsis: after months of intensive training and rehearsals at the blue lock talent agency, she forms a band with chigiri, nagi and reo. moving to faraway manchester to begin their world tour certainly isn’t an easy feat on its own, but it gets a whole lot more complicated when she realises she has feelings for her lead singer.

about nothing and everything all at once?

tags/cw: written-smau blended format, usage of 'y/n, l/n' (as little as possible), all characters are between the ages of 18-21, mutual pining, background nagireo, tensions between the bands, alcohol consumption, smoking, brawling, hurt/comfort, the pressure of the music industry, suggestive themes (but all sfw ofc)

i am one of those melodramatic fools

INTROS: ✩ manshine ✩ b-stards! ✩ x-gen ✩ the ubers ✩ [insert cool af name] ✩ blue lock talent agency (or, how is this related to canon at all???)

neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it

CHAPTERS: 1. technical checks 2. grow some facial hair

sometimes i give myself the creeps

a/n: this was born because i couldn't stop thinking about this thing i wrote for chigiri's birthday and i still can't stop thinking about it

grasping to control... so i better hold on || divider by @roseraris

taglist: @narcjsistx, @nyxlai, @n0ah-hal00, @kawoala, @chuuyalvover, @ih8geography, @lorisheaven, @hqnge, @anqelkoz, @kokoscutie, @black-swan-blog27, @aswiftiechildofapollo, @definitelynotanalien, @notreocidal (open, comment on any post in this series to be added, preferably here)

bllk masterlist || general masterlist

© sirhamburrger 2024

[suzume2moon]

blue lock boys when you go ice skating with them/part2

including: otoya, barou, isagi, karasu, chigiri, zantetsu, sae

Otoya, who tries to trip on his back and pull you over himself so you can kiss like in the movies. Too bad your breaking technique is perfect so you obliviously catch his arm all the time.

Barou, who grumbles constantly about guys who skate fast and reckless, calling their kind life-threatening. He constantly keeps you close and when you thank him for it, he turns his head away.

Isagi, who you need to pull by his hands because he is afraid to go faster than a snail. But he makes it up with a hot chocolate after skating.

Karasu, who teases your fear of ice constantly while he goes backwards effortlessly. You become so pissed that you actually skate without any help and then he kisses you then and there, uncaring of anyone.

Chigiri, whose legs start to hurt after half an hour because of his knee injury. He doesn't let you know though when he sees you so happy, holding your hand constantly and taking couple pics with cold-flushed faces.

Zantetsu, who has surprisingly good moves coming from instinct. But once you praise him, he's dead. Seriously, he can't even stand in place from then on, let alone skate properly.

Sae, who loves winter and misses it in Spain like hell. You can see how happy is he, grumbling less and just enjoying the skating itself. You even notice a faint smile on his face once.

first part here

©suzume2moon 2025.01.17.

[coldhndss]

Baby fever

Chigiri Hyoma

request

Tears glossed the eyes of your mother as she gave you one last hug. Her arms wrapped so tightly around you that you felt like you’d asphyxiate any moment now.

“Mom, we’ll only be gone for two weeks.” You let out a breathy laugh as she finally released you from her grasp.

Looking to your side, Hyoma’s sister was ruffling his hair playfully as the two of them laughed together. His mother tapped his shoulder, signalling for him to lean in closer. As she whispered into his ear, you noticed a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. He gripped the handle of his suitcase defensively as she broke out into laughter. Checking the time on your phone, you sighed. “We’re going to have to get going now.” You said, turning to your parents with a smile.

Saying your goodbyes to his family, you gave his mother and sister a quick hug before the two of you took off into the departure gate. Unzipping your carryon, you prepared the passports for check-in. The two of you took your place in line and you turned to face him. “You’ve been pretty quiet since we left. Do you miss your family already?” You joked, elbowing him gently. Once again, you noticed a look of embarrassment wash over his face.

“…Yep.” He muttered, turning his gaze away from yours.

After the whole security checks process was over, you had finally reached the terminal that the plane would be departing from. The two of you took a brief moment to rest before checking out the various shops and grabbing something quick to eat. And before you knew it, as you were chewing the last bite of your meal, the PA system announced your flight by number, notifying the terminal that they were now boarding. You scrambled to the line as the prepared the tickets.

As you took your seat on the plane, you exhaled a sigh of relief.

“You’re always so stressed about these things, you know?” He chuckled, sliding your suitcases into the overhead storage before taking the seat next to you.

“I can’t help it, it’s our first time on a trip together.” Dipping your head onto his shoulder, you noticed the way he uncharacteristically fidgeted with his fingers.

“Yeah…”

Just then, a thought crossed your mind. Ever since the two of you announced that you’d be going on a honeymoon close to a month ago, your parents had been hinting at the idea of having a grandchild in various ways. Re-gifting you your old baby clothes, dropping hints for baby names, even jokes about who a prospective child might look more like.

Just as your face began to feel warmer than a few seconds ago, the plane began to take off, distracting you from your earlier thoughts. Your hand gripped his tightly as you glued your eyes shut.

The flight left you feeling nauseous and homesick. He laughed at your expression as the two of you stepped off the plane together. “You’re seriously that taken aback by a flight?”

“I don’t regularly go overseas for soccer games, so yes.” You groaned as he offered to hold your suitcase for you. Though, stepping foot onto Italy - an unfamiliar destination -  warranted a heap of differences in culture, environment and weather. So, the two of you would need to navigate it together.

So, over the next few days, you both spent barely any time in the hotel, using it as somewhat of a storage destination after days of shopping and sightseeing. You visited various landmarks, trying a ton of different foods and desserts, and sadly, falling into many tourist traps.

On the weekend of your first week, the amount of activities you both had planned began to dwindle. It seemed like as excited as you both were to visit new places, it would end before your time here came to a close so the two of you needed to use one of your days to research online and plan a few more things. Take reservations at restaurants, watch a couple soccer matches (courtesy of Hyoma) and visit a few more sites.

Returning to the hotel room after a long day out, you dropped various shopping bags onto the ground before slumping onto the bed, your body limp.

“…Do we even have anymore money left?” You wondered aloud.

“Don’t worry, we’ve still got more than enough.” Folding his coat, he placed it on the table in the middle of the room before taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to you.

His gaze softened, his lips upturned into a warm smile. You couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile, carried by a light chuckle “What?”

His hand moved to brush a piece of hair away from your face. Suddenly, you found yourself gazing upwards at him. His face was directly over yours and each of his hands were placed beside your head, propping him up.

“Hyoma..?”

Despite his typical confidence, a rush of red painted his face this time. It looked as though you’d be able to feel the warmth if you cupped his cheek. And you did; the feeling rushed throughout your entire body and now you were burning up as well. His gaze was scattered, failing to meet your eyes, and your chest rapidly rose and fell with each hitched breath.

Gripping the collar of his shirt, he exhaled deeply, slumping over next to you. His head rested on your stomach as he fanned his face with his hand.

You let out a breathy laugh, the shakiness in your voice still apparent.

“Shut up…” He retorted, his voice carrying the same emotion as yours.

[intheticklecloset]

My Sweater for a Hair Tie (Blue Lock)

Summary: Chigiri not-so-accidentally mistakes Kunigami's sweater for his. Kunigami demands a fair exchange.

A/N: Yet another KuniGiri inspired by and written for @giggly-squiggily! Nothing but fluff and tickles here! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1016

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Chigiri was fast, but he couldn’t run forever.

“Hyoma!” Kunigami growled playfully as he barged into the shared dorm a full five seconds after the redhead had already plowed through, taking up position behind a startled-looking Isagi.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Like hell you didn’t!”

Isagi held up his hands placatingly and stammered, “W-What’s going on?”

Kunigami pointed accusingly at the redhead and declared, “He stole my sweater!”

It was only then that the rest of the boys realized Kuni’s sweater was too small for him, while a glance at Chigiri’s told them his was too big.

“I got them mixed up,” Chigiri protested, shrinking down behind Isagi as Kuni approached. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Yeah, right. You did it on purpose to make me look like an idiot,” Kunigami grumbled, though it was clear from the glint in his eyes that he wasn’t actually mad. Still, he charged forward like he was ready to tear into someone, and Isagi – bless him – bravely stepped between him and the redhead.

“Calm down, Kuniga-MEHEHEHE!!” he squealed when the taller boy drilled into his ribs without warning, making him laugh and crumple to the floor in self-defense.

That split second was all he needed. Chigiri bolted for the door, leaping gracefully over a couple of their teammates as he went, disappearing in a flash.

“Hyoma!” Kuni yelled, clambering after him.

Bachira, who was getting a huge kick out of the whole situation, sidled up to Isagi while calling after the others, “Run, run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch Chi; he’s the gingerbread man!”

Isagi groaned along with a few others. “That was stupid – hehehehehey!”

Bachira took the opportunity to full-on tackle him to the ground, and Isagi’s laughter echoed down the hall after the other two.

Chigiri was trapped. He’d run into the replay room, huddled into one of the corners, hoping Kunigami would barge in, glance around wildly, miss him, and leave.

No such luck.

Kunigami barged in, made eye contact with him, and grinned wickedly.

“I didn’t mean to!” Chigiri whined, knowing it was useless. “It smelled nice, and I use nicer shampoo than you guys, and—”

Kuni chuckled and grabbed onto his ankles, dragging him out of the corner so he was splayed out helplessly. “You took it because it was mine, princess. Don’t try to deny it.”

Chigiri’s blush was as red as his hair. “Y-You didn’t have to take mine in retaliation!”

“Silly little princess.” Kunigami carefully straddled his injured knee while still holding onto his opposite leg firmly. “If you wanted my attention, you could have just asked~”

Then he scribbled his fingers under the redhead’s knee, and Chigiri squealed and tossed his head back with a slew of giggles, first clutching his stomach and then covering up his face with the too-long sleeves of Kunigami’s sweater. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“No? How could I resist when you’re practically begging for it?” Kuni teased. “Let me see your face, beautiful~”

Chigiri let out a whine and shook his head, squirming but not too much. It was clear he loved the playful attention, even if it was flustering him like crazy.

“Hmm.” Kunigami suddenly flipped Chigiri onto his stomach and grabbed his arms, tugging the too-long sleeves down just enough to tie them in a knot behind his back. Then he rolled him back over and loomed over him with a knowing smirk.

“W-What…?” Chigiri stammered, blushing furiously, staring up at him wide-eyed.

Kunigami winked and started pinching his sides. “Can’t hide from me now, can you?”

The redhead whimpered and giggled, tugging uselessly at his trapped arms, blush darkening by the second. “Nohohohohohoho! Dohohohohohon’t loohohohook at me like thahahahahahat!”

“Like what?” Kuni teased, leaning down so their noses were nearly touching. “Like I love that you stole my sweater because you wanted to smell me on you all the time?”

“Nahahahahahaha that’s weheheheheheird, Kunigahahahahami!”

“And yet, it’s true. Unfortunately for me, I can’t fit into yours like you fit into mine.”

“Kunihihihihihihi!” Chigiri cackled, arching his back when Kunigami got to his hips. “Plehehehehehease!”

“I’d be happy to take one of your hair ties instead. I’ll even let you keep the sweater.”

“But whahahahahat will you wehehehehehear?”

Kunigami chuckled and placed a soft kiss at the side of his lips. “I can always go without.”

Chigiri’s eyes went wide and he blushed even more, turning his head to the side in an effort to escape the taller boy’s playful, loving gaze. Unfortunately for him, that only left another sensitive spot open.

“Aehehehahahahahaha nohohohohoho!” he pleaded when Kuni started kissing along his neck. “Plehehehehehease, hero!”

Kunigami growled low in his throat. “I love when you call me that. Especially when you’re at my mercy~”

Chigiri was going to die. He couldn’t handle this level of teasing and affection combined—

Kunigami started trailing his kisses down to his shoulder, which had gradually become exposed the more he wiggled around in this oversized sweater, and that – in tandem with the constant, merciless pinching and wiggling along his hips – was what did it.

“Plehehehehease, I gihihihihihive! I give, Kunigamihihehehehehehe!” he begged, his face so hot it felt like lava. “Rehehehensuhuhuke! Hehehehehehero!”

Finally Kunigami let up, chuckling, softly running his hands up and down his sides. “Trying every name in the book to get me to stop, eh?”

“It wohohohorked, didn’t it?” Chigiri shot back, grinning tiredly. “You can have your sweater back. It was just so cozy, and…it did smell like you,” he muttered the last part, averting his eyes.

Kunigami beamed. “Called it. But you can have it…if you let me have one of your hair ties.”

“Why a hair tie? That’s not nearly as personal as a sweater.”

“Sure it is. Just give me the one you’re wearing now.” Kunigami leaned down over him again, relishing in the brief look of excited panic that flashed in Chigiri’s eyes. “That way I’ll know I was on your mind when you wore it.”

Chigiri snorted out a laugh. “You’re such a dork.”

Kunigami kissed him until he had some other descriptors in mind for him.

[someprettyname]

(spoiler alert : they secretly like it)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, Geto Suguru, ITOSHI RIN, Itoshi Sae, NAGI SEISHIRO, MICHAEL KAISER, Chigiri Hyoma, Barou shouei & your faves. 🫶🏻

[otomiyaa]

Chigiri x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 17. “You have three seconds to run.” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

aaaa work is super busy and I have date-weekend with my boyfriend planned BUT I cannot let this week go by without putting that chigiri request out there (because I saw the movie hehe hypehype) so here goes!

Chigiri Hyoma. You loved him, of course you did. He was your boyfriend after all. You were already approaching your 2-year anniversary and had moved in together recently.

Living together with your lovely boyfriend however, it reopened your eyes to how conveniently pretty he was. Whether he was ill, moody, lazy, hungover, exhausted and sweaty after a soccer match, it didn't matter. Chigiri looked like he could step out and pose for model work any second.

And then there was you.

"Geez!" you whined trying to get your hair the way you wanted it. It was not cooperating! You were freshly showered, dressed in your best outfit to go to work, and still, you looked like you just mopped the floor. With your head.

"Morning." You froze and looked to your side to see Chigiri shuffle into the bathroom. He yawned and scratched his tummy, only getting out of bed just now since he didn't need to get up as early as you today.

Your jaw dropped. Bed-head boyfriend Chigiri had entered the conversation, and he looked stunning as ever. "It's unfair," you said.

Chigiri cocked his head. "What is?" He yawned again and uncharmingly stretched himself. Yet, he looked like a model.

"Here I am, suited up for work. And you just got out of bed, looking like a princess woken up from her slumber andー" Your eyes widened. Chigiri gave you a stare.

"What did you say?" he asked.

Oh no. Oh no no no no eeeek! You blushed and quickly turned back to the mirror.

"N-n-nothing! You're just s-so pretty, even after waking up. W-while there is me, just showered, dressed neatly and I look like this."

"We can talk about that later, since I disagree," Chigiri said, looking you up and down and making you blush even more.

"But, what else did you just say?"

"N-nothing!"

Princess. The forbidden word.

You had teased him with the nickname a lot in the beginning of your relationship, and it had kind of turned into a thing. Chigiri would unleash his tickle punishments of terror onto you anytime you would call him princess. Literally, anytime.

It just gradually became an unwritten rule. Call Chigiri a princess? Get wrecked. You had gotten used to it and knew to be careful, except just now. You were too busy whining and dropped your guard!

Chigiri shrugged. "Hmmm, 'kay."

You sighed in relief when he merely stood by the sink to throw some water in his face. Then when he dried himself with a towel, looking so pretty it hurt your eyes, he eyed you calmly.

"I'm still getting ready so, you have three seconds to run." You gulped.

"What? Why would I, hehe, run?" you asked nervously. Chigiri chuckled.

"You don't know? For calling me the P-word, and for lying about it of course. Now off you go, sweetie. Go somewhere I can tickle you comfortably. Or we can do it right here," Chigiri said, gesturing at the narrow space of the bathroom. You took a step back, realized he was serious, and then indeed ran.

"S-sweetie! I know something better, we can save it for after I come back from work! Don't you dahahare- EEEEHehehe!" you screeched when all of a sudden you felt two arms around your middle as Chigiri caught you from behind.

Ack, you barely heard him move. He was that fast! You didn't even make it to the bedroom.

"Don't worry. I've never tickled you for longer than 5 minutes at least. The punishments are quickー" he said, and he immediately tickled your sides while hugging you.

"But powerful," he finished, and you and your hysterical laughter were then all that could be heard.

"GAHAHA nohoho! Bahahaby I'm sohohorry!"

"Sorry, for what?"

"Hehehehe nohoho!" you answered sheepishly, struggling and squirming in his strong grip. He easily dragged you to the floor where you tried to crawl away, but Chigiri caught you and flipped you over with zero effort. He then sat on your thighs and tickled your sides and tummy mercilessly.

You threw your head back and howled. "NAhahah not thehehere!" you cried, but regretted this when he indeed stopped tickling you there, only to move his fingers further up to aim for your armpits. You shook your head hysterically.

"NO- I m-mean gohoho bahahack! Not my ahaharmpits, plehehease!" Chigiri smirked.

"I'll consider it." It was sarcastic, since he started to tickle your armpits right away, making you cackle for your dear life.

And damn that Chigiri. He had to be the prettiest tickle monster in town. You felt your chest flutter as you looked up at him while he tickled you until you could barely laugh.

The moment you were reduced to silent laughter and tired giggles, he stopped, knowing your limits very well. Smiling fondly, Chigiri leaned in and kissed your lips. He wiped away a tear from your eye and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You look beautiful. But now, you look even more beautiful."

You felt dizzy when he helped you back on your feet, and you were kind of like a doll as your boyfriend dragged you back to the bathroom. There he helped you fix your hair and clothes which he had messed up a little with the tickle attack, while you recovered and caught your breath.

You shyly looked at your reflection in the mirror, and did wonder why you looked different than earlier when you felt so unsure. It indeed wasn't so bad anymore.

"It's because laughter makes you the prettiest," Chigiri answered as if reading your mind. You turned around when he finished brushing your hair, and the two of you shared a tender kiss.

"O-oh.. Does that mean you want me to call you 'princess' more often?" you asked, without thinking of the consequences of course. Chigiri looked at the brush and back at you.

"Are you serious about this? When do you leave for work?"

"A-another 30 minutes to go," you mumbled. Chigiri nodded, held up the brush with one hand and wiggled his fingers with the other.

"Well then, I guess you can spare another five minutes for round two."

Gulp! You were amazed he was so motivated to make you pay for mentioning the word princess with another tickle attack, but you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth and the giddy feeling you had after he tickled you.

At least you were starting the day feeling better now, and it was all thanks to your sweetest, prettiest boyfriend Chigiri.

[melovrs]

band au!blue lock boys except they're based off of my experiences being in a band !!!

isagi yoichi

- lead singer

- he probably never sang before the band but is surprisingly decent !!

- messes up on the timing all the time

- counts out loud and makes everyone mad 😭

bachira meguru

- drums

- self-explanatory

- speeds up way too much during runs

- messes up on fills

chigiri hyoma

- synth / keys

- he just gives keys

- he was def a piano kid when he was younger and just continued with it

- the most talented out of the group tbh

kunigami rensuke

- lead guitarist

- he gives lead idk what to tell u guys

- i can 100% see ppl editing him to brooklyn baby and him having hella groupies

- he probably played guitar before the band but never learned scales or any music theory 😭😭

nagi seishiro

- bass

- picked bass because he thought it was easier to learn and play 😭😭

- sometimes he doesn't play during runs just to see if people catch on (they do)

- messes up a lot but he says it doesn't matter because people don't hear the bass most of the time (they do)

mikage reo

- backup singer & rhythm guitarist

- rhythm guitarists are slept on u guys r goats (me projecting bc i'm a rhythm guitarist 😭)

- i feel like he'd be a better singer than isagi (isagi's average) but didn't wanna be the lead singer because he hates multi-tasking

- whenever he does sing the editors go crazy

there's a VERY slight chance i might make a band au smau for bllk..!! i love band aus tbh they're my fav !!! i still have no idea who the love interest will be 😭😭 if any of u guys have ideas lmk !!