#coldhandsss

[coldhndss]

A sight for sore eyes

Yukimiya Kenyu

request

“You don’t have to come by you know..” Your hesitant voice sounded through the phone to the other end of the speaker.

“Sounds like you really don’t want me to meet your family.” He hummed in thought, the clicking of his car’s indicator lingering in the background.

With a deep sigh and a smile to yourself, you wrapped your arms around a large pillow on your bed, placing the phone beside your ear on speaker. “It’s not like that, Yuki. I can’t exactly explain it, but you’d be able to tell straight away if you see it.”

 “…Guess I’ll take your word for it then.” A soft chuckle strung alongside his words. “I’m still going to come over though. I’ll just have to deal with it, right?”

He sounded so confident that it’d be fine, though you worried how things would unfold knowing your younger sister was back from college and would be for a while. She’d always been spoiled by your parents who fold under any pressure from her.

“I… I can’t take this anymore…!” She’d ‘sulk’ to herself, before rushing to her room, locking the door behind her. She’d sit there for upwards of 10 minutes max, and soon after, she’d give up and return with another attempt at garnering sympathy.

For the second round, she’d exaggerate her sobs, heaving and heavily coughing. After a few moments of feature film acting, she’d drop the bomb.

With a hand loosely holding her neck, she’d begin wheezing and shakily pointing to the counter where her asthma puffer sat. You’d seen this hundreds of times. Of course, she had her moments where she’d genuinely suffer an asthma attack. But it was painfully obvious to you when she was faking it.

Despite that, your parents would give in, rushing to her assistance and complying with her out of fear of her having another lethal attack similar to the one she had as a child.

You had a feeling she’d pull a stunt once she sees him, knowing he was out of her reach. Despite your worries, Yukimiya ensured you that he’d be there to meet your parents, not to meddle in things that didn’t concern him.

Ending the call, he told you he’d be there in around half an hour. You quietly let your parents know, and headed back to your room to prepare an outfit.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you fiddled with the fabric of your dress, nervously waiting. Suddenly, your sister walked in, inspecting the living room with her arms crossed.

“Why is the house so… tidy all of a sudden?” Her scrutinizing gaze fell to you. “And why are you dressed up like that? Having a photoshoot?” She sneered.

“A friend is coming over.” You replied, wondering what made her come out of her room where she’d usually be sleeping until midday.

Your mother was preparing a fruit platter in the kitchen, when her voice called out to your sister. You exhaled a sigh as relief as she left the living room; one step closer to her returning to her room.

Almost immediately as she was out of sight, a knock came from the door. You stood up, flattening your dress and taking one last glance in the mirror before opening the door.

“Ah, there you are.” You were greeted by Yukimiya who was carrying a cake box and a large bouquet of elegant, neutral coloured flowers whose hue matched his clothes. He wore an overcoat that ran down to his shins, complimenting the fall colours present within his turtleneck and pants.

Before you could say anything, the overly familiar sound of your sister gushing met your ears. Whipping your head around, you shot her a glare as though to say ‘don’t you dare.’ It might keep her at bay for now.

He hadn’t even stepped foot inside your house yet, and you were already worried.“May I come in?” He smiled, offering the gifts to you. Taking them from him you led him inside to the house.

“You didn’t need to do all this...” Forgetting the annoyance you felt towards your sister moments before, your lips curved upwards.

“I happened to be at the pastry store and they had your favourite. How could I leave without getting it for you?” He chuckled as the two of you made your way to the living room where your parents and unsurprisingly, sister were waiting.

The three of them stood up, politely greeting Yukimiya. Your father shook hands with him and your mother took the gifts from you, placing the pastry box and bouquet on the coffee table in between the couches.

Though your sister wasn’t even trying to hide her intentions. While four of you sat, chatting together, she suddenly shifted from where she was sitting next to your parents – to the couch you sat on with Yukimiya.  

“A Model?” Your mother questioned “Well, you certainly are very tall and handsome.” She looked towards your father who smiled.

Yukimiya let out a coy laugh “It’s not much, really”.

Though suddenly, your sister’s unwanted voice swamped the conversation that the four of you were having.

“You are handsome!” With a giggle, she inched closer and placed a hand on Yukimiya’s shoulder. “I look pretty good, but what if you and I were together? Two people who are…” Her gaze narrowed as it shifted to you “…easier on the eyes.”

Yukimiya uncomfortably stood, shrugging her hand off his shoulder as he did so. He politely smiled at your parents, excusing himself before asking you where the bathroom was. As you lead him to the corridor outside the living room, your eyes reflected apology - what you had worried about seemed to be happening right in front of you.

Once you returned, you noticed that your sister looked elated, and she took your hand by force, leading you to back the corridor to ‘chat’.

“Where did you meet him?!” She whispered in a scolding tone.

“None of your business.” Your words were blunt, telling her more than enough.

“Is that so?” She sneered. “Well, he won’t be with you any longer now that I’m around.”

That was the last straw. For as long as you could remember, she’s ripped toys, books and many belongings out from your hands whenever she pleased, and once she was done with them, she’d get rid of them. But this time it was something completely different.

Threatening to ‘take’ a person away was low. Especially Yukimiya, who was one of the only people you had met who actually paid genuine attention to your needs, considering your thoughts and feelings instead of treating you like a burden. Ever since you and him became closer to each other, the void in your heart has begun to heal - allowing you to feel what it’s like to be acknowledged and understood. So her threat did not come lightly to you at all.

“You wouldn’t dare do anything.” A scoff escaped your lips as you crossed your arms.

She sighed, mocking you with false pity“Come on, we know how this goes, don’t we?” She whispered, cocking her head to the entry of the corridor where your parents, who were none the wiser to her intentions sat.

“It won’t work on him. You’ll only embarrass yourself.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Though, it seemed that she forgot to consider a circumstance where she might’ve been heard.

The doorknob to the bathroom at the end of the hallway clicked and turned with Yukimiya stepping out wearing a surprised expression.

“Is everything okay?” He smiled, looking in your direction.

Sashaying a few steps in his direction, she locked her arm around his. “Yukimiya… My big sister, she’s...” Cracking her voice into a sob, she began to gradually elevate the sound. Just a few more words and your parents would come rushing.

“She’s.. so mean to me..!” As she rubbed her moistening eyes, he looked at her, confused. He then shot you a look that read ‘So this is what you meant.’ You couldn’t help but snicker a little. Though your little laugh seemed to get to your sister, as she decided that to be the reason for her to start shrieking.

“You have the nerve to let out such an ugly laugh while I’m crying!?” She whipped her head towards you. “You think you’re so pretty just because this guy gave you a second of attention?”

Dumbfounded, you opened your mouth to defend yourself but no words came out. You knew she wasn’t too fond of you but this was a whole new level of disdain. Suddenly, Yukimiya annoyedly yanked his arm away from her, and took a few steps towards you, standing bu your side

“I don’t exactly have a place to speak in this…” He looked at her, then back to you “family.. discussion. But the way you’re acting is completely uncalled for.” He’d been able to speak clearly for as long as you’ve known him, but to be able to shut your sister up hadn’t been within your expectations.

As he spoke, your parents appeared behind you, confused by the situation. Your mothers first instinct was usually to coddle your sister and ask her what was wrong. Though before she could do so, she dug the hole even further.

“But… but I’m so much prettier than she is! You don’t seriously like her?” She scoffed, folding her arms.

“Like?” His eyebrows were slightly raised in confusion. “I don’t think I’d come to visit the family of a girl I only liked, no?” He wore a smile, but you’d seen that expression multiple times before; and you knew he wasn’t about to lose his cool over a girl like her.

As a last resort, she tried to farm remorse from him; thinking that he’d fall for her exaggerations. She caught a glimpse of your parents standing behind you and him in shock, and panic began to wash over her as she realised that they’d seen the way she had been acting. Her eyes were dry despite all the fake sobbing she had done, and despite this, she began to heave, coughing and placing a hand on her chest. Although your mother did immediately rush to her side, this time it was to tell her off. Your father apologised to Yukimiya, and offered the two of you to sit back down wherever, and that they’d be there soon.

Leaving the corridor, you could still hear your mother and father scolding her, calling her behaviour ‘unacceptable’ as they saw through the act she had been putting up for years. As you sat back down on the couch, an audible exhale escaped your lips. “This is what I was talking about.”

Removing his glasses, he wiped them with a cloth from his pocket as he spoke, “Nothing I haven’t been through before.” He looked at you with warmth in his smile as he turned his body to face yours. “Besides, I wanted to talk to you for a little ��� just the two of us.”

Your eyes followed his hand as it reached inside his coat pocket, pulling out a small box. He gently opened it, revealing a glistening gold ring with a sizeable diamond perched at the top. Your gaze lifted, following his hand that took yours as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Warmth crept up on your face as your eyes began to moisten, and once again, you were at a loss for words, although this time was unlike before.

Eventually, you choked out a few words. “Yuki, you…”

Holding your hand with his two, his thumbs held your fingers, rubbing the back of your hand. “I did say I didn’t only like you.” He chuckled, his cheeks painted a gentle hue of red. “Unless, well, you don’t actually like me.”

The growing lump in your throat protested against your words you fought to speak once more. “Of course I like you…” You smiled as a memory played back in your head. “Didn’t I tell you that in high school?”

He nodded in response, being taken back to the same memory. “And what did I tell you then?”

The memory lapsed in your head, the words the same as they were when you first heard them. The redness on both of your faces, how you were too shy to meet each other’s eyes, and the way his voice shook ever so slightly when he spoke.

“That you’d always be with me.”

[liesbrokenbynight]

You haven’t been gone that long, but I miss you. I really do. I know you probably don’t miss me. But I went and talked to ms. Springer about you and I showed her old pictures of us and I was so happy to show you off. I’m sittin at theatre rehearsal and I just wish we could dance together again. I miss seeing you on stage and doing partner work together. I just miss you. I hope you’re doing okay. I love you.

@coldhandsss

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I cannot BELIEVE my drawing is your header I'm screAMING

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[coldhndss]

Moments with you

Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro

Anon

Rin Itoshi

“Would you like a flyer?” A kind lady on the sidewalk smiled, offering you a small, decorated paper. Taking it from her hand, you listened as she began to advertise something.

“Our café is having its grand opening today.” She chirped as though reading rehearsed lines. “We’d love it if you could make it!”

Your eyes scanned the flyer for the location which seemed to be in walking distance. Seeing as you were taking a walk, you’d decided to walk the short distance to the café and head home afterwards.

Following the street names, you soon found yourself in front of a small, hole in the wall café. The exterior was covered in greenery which seemed to fit the image of the establishment, and plastered across the windows from the inside of the shop, were numerous flyers advertising the grand opening. Though, before you walked towards the door, someone’s voice called out to you from behind.

“Excuse me.”

Turning around, you were met with a boy who seemed to be around your age. Once you looked a little closer, he seemed to be holding the same flyer that you had been handed earlier.

“Are you familiar with this address?” He asked, turning the flyer towards you and pointing at the street name. It seemed he still hadn’t noticed he was standing right in front of it.

“It’s right over here.” Moving to the side, he was able to see the café that he had been looking for, and seemed a little embarrassed by the fact that he hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Can I head in with you?” You joked. “I’m a little nervous to go in alone.”

“If you want.” Taking your side, he walked in front towards the door and you followed close behind. Stepping into the café, you were impressed by the interior – intricate woodwork layered the edges of the furniture, velvet cushions covering the seat bases, and a warm scent of coffee hinted with undertones of vanilla and caramel wafted through the air. Surprisingly, there were only a few customers other than you two.

A lady immediately rushed up, ushering you both to a table for two. Once she had set the table and the both of you sat, you decided to speak up, embarrassed to be encroaching on his space.

“I’m sorry to be bothering you like this..” You chuckled, placing your purse in your lap.

“It’s fine. I’m not doing much either way.”

Ouch, a ‘You’re not bothering me!’ wouldn’t’ve hurt.

Though, it surprised you to see someone like him in a café on his own. So you decided to start up a conversation after you had heard each other’s names and placed your orders.

“Are you meeting somebody here?” You noted his neat attire; he seemed pretty dressed up.

“No, why would I be with you if I was?” He sarcastically replied.

Laughing in return, you continued. “Well, you don’t look like a person with a sweet tooth.”

“Huh?” He squinted at you, his face nearly forming a scowl. “And what does such a person even look like?”

“Hm..” You tapped your chin in thought. “..Not sure.”

He sighed, exasperated. Though, you were sure some semblance of a smile had formed on his face. Moments later, the waitress brought your orders; slices of strawberry shortcake and chocolate mud cake, alongside English breakfast tea for him, and jasmine tea for you. The conversations between the both of you branched out into a multitude of different topics, hobbies, schools, friends and whatnot.

After you both paid for your drinks and sweets, he offered to walk you home as you said it was close by, taking your contact info in the meantime.

A promise was made to meet up again soon at the same café.

Nagi Seishiro

The pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the school building sounded throughout the walls as the sound grew heavier throughout the school day. Once the final school bell rang, the sound outweighed the chatter between students as they spoke over each other in an attempt to form conversations. Grasping your umbrella in hand, you stood in front of the school exit, wondering how you’d keep completely dry in this hurricane-like weather.

You opted to wait for a little while as you spoke to some friends, thinking that the rain might become lighter in 20 or so minutes.

20 minutes came and went, and you were one of the only students who hadn’t headed home yet. Most had gotten picked up by car, some wore full raincoats, and few left by umbrella. You had kept your umbrella in your bag for a while, not removing it in the case that you’d need it, despite it being hefty and taking up quite a bit of space. Though, it seemed that the rain had become lighter than before, so you decided to take this opportunity to head home immediately.

Standing in front of the doors in preparation to swing them open, you noticed another person to the side, standing in front of the doors, head faced down at his phone. Just as you were about to open the doors to leave, a ‘game over’ sound effect reached your ears and your attention was caught once more.

Just as you turned your head, he did the same, your eyes meeting. You smiled and waved, unknowing of what else to do. Though his eyes immediately shot to the umbrella you had in your other hand and he stepped towards you.

“Hello.” He greeted. “Are you going home?”

“I am, did you need something?”

He rubbed his neck, seeming a little shy to speak. “Do you think I could use your umbrella as well?” He muttered. Actually, you couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed, or exhausted. Though, you knew that you might’ve been in the same situation if you hadn’t brought an umbrella.

“Sure. The rain is pretty heavy, isn’t it?”

He swung open the door, the two of you stepping outside together as you opened the umbrella. You held it over your head and he stood to your shoulder, ducking under to fit. You laughed, offering for him to hold it instead. He complied, and you both walked outside the school grounds together.

Struggling to hear your voice through the sound of the surrounding rain, he leaned over a little. “You’re very organised” He sighed. “You remembered to bring an umbrella with you”.

You shrugged, brushing it off. “It’s been in my bag for a while just in case”.

You had never met him, although you feel as though you've heard of him before. His name was familiar to you for some reason.

“You said your name was Nagi, right?” You asked as the two of you stopped at a red light. “Are you the person who sleeps in class?”

“Hm… probably, yeah.” He responded, looking ahead at the road. “I guess I'm always tired."

You laughed, poking him in the arm. “Are you getting enough sleep?”

“I think so.” He replied, thinking to himself. “I don’t do much when I get home, so, probably.”

You began to wonder what exactly he does. You’d heard of him from classmates, but you'd never thought of interacting with a person who seems completely out of it a lot of the time. Though, he was kinder than you expected, albeit seeming a little lazy. He didn’t note anything specific he did other than play games on his phone and occasionally hit the arcades as well.

“Well no wonder you’re so pale.” You scolded. “You’re practically a shut in!”

Nagi sighed in defeat, knowing that she wasn’t exactly wrong.  On that note, you decided to propose a hangout day together outside of school. After exchanging contact information with him, he seemed a little more relaxed than before.

“You’re not going to ignore my messages, right?”

“No ma’am.”

Closing the umbrella as the two of you reached your home, he handed it to you as the rain had become much lighter. Sliding his hoodie onto his head, he waved goodbye to you, thanking you for the umbrella. He faced you with a blank expression, his eyes looking into yours, filled with a glimmer of light that wasn’t there before.

[coldhndss]

Baby fever

Chigiri Hyoma

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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.

[coldhndss]

One and only

Rin Itoshi

self-prompted

Rin is known to many as blunt and unfriendly. He doesn’t enjoy talking to new people and is almost always on the brink of losing it. Though, this slump that he’s currently in isn’t a reflection of how he always was. Rin used to be bright-faced, and pretty easily excitable.

You’ve known that from the start.

You and Rin used to chat with each other on the way home from school as kids. He’d tell you about how amazing his brother was at soccer, bursting with smiles; as though he was vicariously living through Sae’s talent on the field. When you questioned him about his own skill, he’d tell you that it doesn’t matter, and that his brother was simply better at playing than he was. He said that he'd settle for second place if it meant he'd get to see Sae in the spotlight beside him.

You would cheer him on from the sidelines, watching the local matches he and his brother used to play against other schools. To Rin, there was no one on the field but him and Sae. Though to you, there was no one there but Rin. 

You can’t recall when it started, but there came a day where you were no longer able to listen to Rin mentally lower his own skill in favour of seeing his brother succeed. He looked so oddly happy settling for second place that it frustrated you. You knew his talents; you knew how much he enjoyed winning. What made him put all of his trust in someone other than himself? Couldn’t he also strive for first place while cheering on his brother? None of it made sense…

All he used to speak about were things including his brother’s skill. You get it, younger siblings typically admire their older siblings. Though they shouldn’t think ill of themselves just to heighten the other persons social standing. After all, the two of you had grown up together. You used to talk all the time, play games with each other, have sleepovers, walk home together. It always meant a lot to you, but did it ever mean a lot to him?

He had you, but he also had his brother.  

You had him, and only him.

You noticed slight shifts in Rin’s personality. He stopped joking and smiling as much, though he never pushed you away. He became distant, as though something was constantly on his mind. You noticed his patience wavering, and his soft, subtle smile fading away.

It was as though you were reaching out for something that was no longer there.

Hanging around him started to feel like being around a brick wall. The two of you now had little to no interactions with each other. He would finish his work, and pack his bag immediately, leaving the classroom as though he had something more important to do. He wouldn’t offer his textbook when you forgot yours, and when you spoke to him about your interests, he seemed like he was listening, sure; but he wouldn’t pause what he was doing to give you attention, or even make it look like he had any interest.

“Maybe he’s just become bored of me”, you think to yourself. You know him. You know he wouldn’t tell you about his issues unless you pry. You also know that he would keep it to himself and go about it in his own cathartic way.

Despite this, you felt like he would snap instantly if you brought it up to him. Like he was a boiling pot brimming with water; and despite it having a lid, liquid still trickled down its sides.

Though… the thought of leaving him alone troubled you. It pained you to see him in such a state, and though he wasn’t showing any signs of wavering; you would at least put in the effort to find out what was troubling him, even if he pushes you away as a result of it. At least one day, when he finds that person who will put out the fire from under him, he’ll realise that your carefully chosen words were the shards of ice that would never melt in that boiling pot of water.

Classes had concluded for the week. Students were packing their bags, laughing, and making plans for the weekend. As usual, Rin was already halfway out of the door. Despite being close your entire life, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness dawned upon you as you realised that if you don’t do something now, you may never be able to again. Each step he took felt like another thread of a worn-out rope was snapping before your eyes, and you could no longer endure it.

“Rin..!” You called out to him. Your tone was shaky; you weren’t used anything like this.

The rest of the class had left by this point. He stopped dead in his tracks, his back facing you.

“What?” His voice was blunt. He had never been extremely upbeat, but the thought that he’d been bottling everything up behind the scenes pained you.

After a few moments of silence, he finally turned around to face you, looking you deadpan in the face. It was the first time you’d spoken to him face-to-face in weeks. His eyes looked empty, yet so full of unexplained emotion.

You twiddled with your fingers that were now glossed with sweat from your clammy palms while looking down at your feet. Why were you so nervous? You’ve spoken to him thousands of times.. What was different now? It lingered at the back of your mind; you knew you were too scared to interrupt this this friendship, although deteriorating. At one stage, it had been peaceful, even fun. Though at this point, it had become anything but peaceful.

“If you don’t need anything then I’m leaving.” He turned his back once more, but you refused to see him take another step.

“Wait.” You forced a strengthened tone despite your nerves. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Stepping closer towards him, you get a better look at his expression. His aqua eyes, once filled with so much passion, were now void of emotion.

“Um… I need to ask you something.” You stuttered on your words, heart pounding so loudly that you thought he’d be able to hear it.

Rin sighs, frustrated. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Get to the point already, Yuu.” His patience is waning.

You take in a shallow breath, preparing to finally put your emotions on the line.

“Rin, um… have you been feeling okay lately?”

Shoot. That was such a bad question!

He looked at you as though you were speaking gibberish. His brows furrowed, and his gaze was now somewhat scrutinizing.

“I’ve been fine.” He immediately replied before turning back around. “Since that’s all, I’m leaving.”

No, you weren’t about to let this happen again. You reached out and grabbed his arm in the midst of his step. You wanted to say something, but your throat felt constricted.

To your surprise, he didn’t move your arm away. You knew something was bothering him. He wouldn’t push you away or insult you. It was as though he wanted the comfort of someone else, but he wouldn’t bring himself to ask for it.

Before you knew it, moisture had spread across your eyes, glossing your sight. A warm drop travelled down your cheek, giving way for a wave of tears. It became so quiet that the droplets of your tears tapping onto the ground were audible.

“Please.. don’t leave..” Barely being able to choke your words out, you were doing all you could to keep him listening. “I can’t stand seeing you like this… What happened to you..?”

He didn’t answer.

You continued to pry, raising your voice slightly.

“What happened to us?”

Suddenly, Rin turns around, and yanks his arm from your grasp.

“Are you trying to make me feel guilty? You really don’t know anything about me.” He scoffed. “I was stupid to ever befriend you as a kid. You probably still think I’m content with being second place, don’t you? How pathetic.”

You’d know if he told you. if he took the time to communicate his feelings, to let you hear his troubles. You had no words. What more could you say after that?

Though you did notice one thing; he was still here. He took the battering and didn’t leave. Somewhere in there, Rin you remember is still there. You decide against attacking him with words.

“You’re still here though. You’ve always been here.” Your hand fell down his arm, fingers intertwining with his. “You would’ve gotten rid of me by now if you really thought our friendship was stupid.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, careful not to be too harsh on him.

His eyes widened momentarily. It seems you struck a chord.

“No.. no way. It is stupid.. that’s why.. that’s..” He stuttered; his gaze scattered.

“Rin.. do I have to spell it out for you? I’m not going anywhere. Even if you call me stupid.” You smiled softly, hoping your words would break through the wall he built.

There it was. That look in his eyes that you’ve been yearning to see again for years.

Tears shone in his eyes, adorning a small gleam of light. His lips parted slightly as though he had something to say. He tilted his head and placed it on your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around your back. You could feel the desperation in his grasp; like he was asking you to never let go. Slinging your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, you felt his breath grazing your neck.

“Why.. Why did you persist..?” He murmurs. Despite all this, Rin can’t seem to fathom why someone like you remained so insistent on digging out his troubles.

“I would never sit by and watch you drown in your own worries. Especially if I know that I can do something about them.” Even though you were holding him in your arms, you felt a little more confident knowing he technically can’t see you saying something so embarrassing.

You shift one arm up to his hair and gently caress it.

“I have no one else..” Your voice shook slightly  “You’ve always been there, even when you were mad. Why would I let you slip from in-between my fingers..?”

You hear a sniffle from Rin. “…You’re not going anywhere after that.”

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Wedding blues p.2

Reo Mikage

request

“All done Miss.”

The group of ladies applying your makeup stepped back from in front of the mirror to allow you to see. Met with someone completely different staring back, was it really you?

Yesterday had hit her like a whirlwind. In the morning, she was a broken up mess, and by night she was in Reo’s mansion, planning out one of their biggest days together. He let her know that everything would be finished by the daytime. Venue, catering, her dress and his tuxedo; he had people working on things left, right and centre.

“I won’t let you cry again.” His thumb and forefinger gently held her chin, bringing their faces together.

He singlehandedly changed her. He understood her in a way no one she’d ever met before had. She’d become able to see things differently, to point out the light in the room rather than the shadows it casted.

The doorknob to the room twisted, followed by a pair of polished black leather shoes stepping softly onto the white carpet spread over the entry walkway. Two ladies stood, reaching their arms over and draping a tulle veil over her head, intricate lace woven into the edges.

Her eyes shifted upwards. His hair was styled and bore a wavy look which complimented his neat button up top, pulling everything together with a regal purple suit jacket.

This whole day was completely out of her expectations.

After the photography session he had put together at one of her favourite spots, the two of them headed to the venue, driven in a spacious white limousine. Throughout the ride, he showered her with compliments, asking if she was comfortable, or if she needed anything – making sure her beautiful smile didn’t fade. Though, there was an unplanned factor that he never considered; something that completely slipped his mind.

As the limousine came to a halt, Reo left the car and made his way over to her side, opening the door and taking her hand in his as she stepped out. Sure, the two of them had discussed what venue they had been thinking of, but this was completely overwhelming to say the least. She stood before a large area of greenery, tall tropical-like trees leaning over each other and forming a tunned like structure for as far as her eyes could see. Glancing left and right, gorgeous flowers of various colours peered over the walkway edges, swaying in the gentle wind. Interlocking his arm with hers, the two of them walked the path towards the glass building where everyone else was waiting.

Beginning the reception, they conversed with family and friends, catching up and whatnot. Stories about how they met, compliments to the dress and tuxedo, comments about the food and drinks; everybody was mingling.

She walked to Reo’s side, joining in on a conversation with a friend of his. He introduced her to him, mentioning how the two of them met in high school, having gone through a lot together. He didn’t seem to suit the confident demeanour that Reo had crafted, but nevertheless they seemed close.

In the midst of their conversation, his friend pointed at the entrance behind the two of them.

“Yikes, Reo. Why is she here?”

Turning around, they were both met with a sight for sore eyes. A lady arguing with the receptionist, telling her to ‘rub her eyes and check the list, because her name has to be on it’.

Whoever this woman was, she took it to the extra mile, showing up in a white ballgown.

She tugged at Reo’s arm, ushering for him to lean over.

“Who is that?” She whispered into his ear.

He sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. “An idiot.”

They walked towards the source of the ruckus as the mysterious woman yanked the clipboard out of the receptionist’s hands.

Whoever this woman was, she for some reason shot her a glare as though to say ‘who do you think you are?’

Reo stood there, arms folded as he glared at her. “What on earth are you doing here?” He spoke bluntly. Like a child, the woman’s attention immediately shifted from the clipboard to Reo as she tossed it to the ground.

She threw herself onto him, clenching his suit jacket in her hands. “Reo! You’re finally back for me!”

Poking his cheek with her finger, she continued. “You missed me, didn’t you~?”

He never intended to be violent, trying his best to remain calm. But something in him snapped and he shoved her back, dusting off his suit with repulsion.

“Don’t you dare come near me!” He spat. “I don’t want to see your face again.”

Just as she was about to make another move, Reo shot a glance to the two men on standby, signalling for them to have her removed.

“Reo! I made myself pretty! You miss me, right?!” She wailed, her voice piercing the ears of everybody nearby. She continued to thrash around and shriek until the lady was no longer within their sight.

Reo sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. Turning to his side, he couldn’t meet her gaze.

“I.. didn’t know she’d go this far.”

“An ex?”

“I don’t even want to call her that.” He said, taking her to the side where there were less eyes.

“We used to hang out.. a lot, in high school. But long story short, my things started to go missing when she began visiting. I found out that on top of the gifts I used to shower her with, she was pawning off my stuff for more cash. I hated her after that.” In his eyes was a mixture of emotions; pain, worry, disdain. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, silence befalling the two.

“Hey.. look at me..” She said, bringing her hand to his face and brushing a stray strand of hair away from his gaze. “That’s in the past. She’s pretty crazy, but she’s gone now, right?” He was there for her when she had nobody else. He must’ve gone through some harsh times because of that lady.

“I wasn’t there when it happened. But I’m here now.”

He sniffed uncharacteristically, avoiding her eyes once more. “I.. I didn’t want to make you sad…”

“Do I look sad?” Her eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. His arms tightened around her back as his head slumped into the crook of her neck.

“Your clothes are going to get wrinkled.” She giggled, her hand finding its way to the back of his head, entangling her finger with his hair.

“So be it.” His muffled voice replied.

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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.

[coldhndss]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡. Blue Lock - selected stories event Part 1.

1: Aftermath of a winning game. ft. Isagi Y and Bachira M.

The light shining down on the pitch in blue locks stadium was practically blinding. The fans yelled, chanting the name of Japan’s fastest and newest upcoming team. The feeling of euphoria on the pitch was unmatched. The other team stands in shock at their own loss. It was a privilege to see them in such a state. 

Heading inside to their lockers, each member cheers each other on, patting one another on the back and chatting about what they have planned for the afterparty. 

Though relieved and excited about the win, one of the boys was thinking of one thing;

You. 

──★ ˙ ̟! Isagi Yoichi

“Dude, that goal was literally insane. How do you always manage to pull it off?” 

Otoya slaps him on the back, laughing. “Thanks, dude.” He laughed.

“Isagi, we’re gonna head out, wanna come?” Bachira asks, slinging an arm over Isagi’s shoulder. 

He thinks to himself for a moment.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ve got something to do. You guys go on without me, ‘kay?” 

He waves goodbye to his team before leaving the locker room and making a call. Holding his phone up to his ear in anticipation, he catches a familiar face in his peripheral vision. 

There you are. 

Standing there talking to your friend, He walks up to you both and waves. 

“Thanks for keeping her company, f/n” He says, loosely wrapping an arm around your waist.

“No problem” She replies before turning to you “See you later!” Your friend says bye and leaves. 

(Earlier today over the phone, he made sure to tell you to dress nicely before you showed up to the match. 

“Wear a nice dress, okay?”

“Sure, but any reason why?” You question.

“I have a good feeling about today”. He answered with confidence).

You look down at your phone for a moment and see his name under ‘missed calls’ 

“Did you need something?” 

“Yeah, but I ended up finding it” He replies, kissing the top of your head.

He changes out of his uniform, and the two of you head to his car as he excitedly tells you that he has somewhere special to take you. 

You wouldn’t call him a ‘reckless driver’. You feel safe with him behind the wheel, though at times he teases just a bit and suddenly accelerates laughing at your reaction. He insists that he just ‘can’t help it!’ and his sports car is just ‘built for that type of stuff’. You end up breaking and laughing either way though. 

As you begin to approach your destination, Isagi decides its better if he surprises you.

“Okay, close your eyes!” He says while turning the corner of the street and slowing down. “I don’t want you to see anything yet”

“Alright, fine. You know I’ll be fine with it either way though..” You murmur timidly raising your hands to cover your eyes. 

“What was that?”

“Don’t worry”

As you step out of the car door that he opened for you, he places his hands on your shoulders and lightly squeezes them

“Keep your eyes closed, okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah”

A cold rush of air hits your body as he opens the door. Your eyes catch a small gleam of light, peaking through your slightly open fingers.

“Can I open them now?”

“Alright, go ahead” He replies, excited.

A large glass chandelier hangs down from the tall ceiling of the lobby, refracting shards of light across the room. Large red, velvety sofas on each side compliment the golden hue of the restaurant. Your feet are planted on a long black carpet, extending forward to the front of the reception. The cool air causes you cover your arms with your hands while you continue to look around the room.

“Wow..” You stare in awe, stepping closer to Isagi’s side. “You didn’t have to..” You say, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you’re happy”. He chuckles, placing his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk towards the reception. 

──★ ˙ ̟! Bachira Meguru

‘Out of all times to have a match.. it had to be in the Afternoon?’

Hurriedly throwing a jacket over his T-Shirt in the changing room, he checks the time on his phone. It was already 5:00pm.

He says bye to the rest of his teammates, and leaves, calling your number. Of course, you pick up right away.

“Hello?”

“Hey Meguru! I watched you play today, as usual you were amazi-“

“You’re still here, right?” He abruptly cuts you off, seemingly in a hurry.

“Yeah, any reason why?”

“You know where I usually park, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m waiting for you, come as quick as you can, ‘kay?” 

“Okay, see you..” 

He ends the call there. You wonder what has him in such a rush? Either way, you head towards the carpark and see him leaning against the door of the front passenger seat. You smile and wave, walking towards him, and wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. 

His do the same, and hook around your hips. 

After a few moments, he lets go and opens the door for you. “Didn’t you say you wanted to go to that new amusement park? I can’t be letting you down, you know?” He smiles. You can sense the excitement in his smile, he definitely wanted to go as well.

You sit down as he makes his way to the driver’s seat and begins to turn on the car.

“Aren’t you tired though?” You question, tilting your head.

“Nah, I’ll be fine! That match was so easy. Nothing to be tired about.” He replies, giggling. 

“Your choice! If you fall asleep on one of the rides, I’ll just ask the staff to wake you up!” You laugh.

Throughout the drive there, Bachira told you how thrilled he was that his upcoming matches are against this “Super special” and “Super strong” team. He also nearly crossed a red light while gawking at you in shock for not knowing the name of said team. 

When the two of you arrived there, it was nearing the end of sunset. The sky was coloured an amalgamation of hues. Purple fading into magenta, accented with a golden light near the setting disc of the sun. The fading colours highlighed his yellow eyes and glossed over his hair beautifully. Him turning and looking at you wasn't helping you to stop staring either.

“Something wrong, y/n?”

“..Nothing”

You happily snapped a picture of him while his back was turned to the ticket booth. 

The two of you went on tons of rides together, despite it being late afternoon. He helped you with the suspiciously hard to win minigames, overperformed, and the clerk had no decision but to give him exactly what he asked for as a prize, which was of course, something for you.

At the photo booth, you took some cute photos together, edited them and drew all sorts of funny things over his face while he drew love hearts on yours. 

You then bought a cotton candy to share together, and he insisted on feeding it to you. You couldn’t help but laugh with every bite you took from his hand.

Finally, he suggested the two of you ride the Ferris Wheel together. Since it was now dark out, all the lights on the stalls and buildings nearby were shining brightly, and you wondered what it would look like from the top.

He held your gloved hand and hoisted you up to the seat, before getting inside himself. He sat down next to you and stretched his arms before slumping back into the seat. 

“I didn’t expect you to wanna go on a Ferris Wheel.” You said, looking over at him as he looks outside the window of the cabin.

“I just thought it’d be nice to wind down here before heading home, y���know?”

The view from outside was breathtaking. You could see every stall that the two of you went to, to all the people playing outside. The nearby apartment buildings each had a different coloured light emitting from their rooms, each person doing their own thing. You felt a sense of warmth engulf you.

“Isn’t the view beautiful, Bachira?” You spoke while looking outside. 

Suddenly, a weight drops on your shoulder, followed by soft breathing. 

He really had fallen asleep on a ride. 

“Told you so” You murmured brushing a piece of hair out from in front of his face, smiling.

[coldhndss]

hiori and a cat :3

[coldhndss]

the urge to translate 'you're' into 'yer' or 'yurr' from a normal dialect to a country one 😭😭😭 I wouldn't be able to take my own writing seriously at that point.

I'll sprinkle it in here and there just to get the dialect across to the reader though :o

[coldhndss]

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚ Writing pieces

Last updated: 15.1.25

જ⁀➴ ! BLUE LOCK

Chigiri Hyoma

My Red

a mutual interest

Baby fever

Seriously mistaken

Isagi Yoichi

Tulip p1

Tulip p2

Selected stories: Aftermath of a match

Meguru Bachira

Selected stories: Aftermath of a match

Rin Itoshi

One and only

Days with you

Hiori Yo

A Moment in History

Reo Mikage

Wedding blues p1

Wedding blues p2

Yukimiya Kenyu

a sight for sore eyes

Nagi Seishiro

Days with you

Matchups

Rin ✩ Otoya ✩ Hiori ✩ Nagi ✩ Reo ✩ Yukimiya, Bachira, Niko

⟡⋆.˚❀⋆.˚⟡ More to come!!

[coldhndss]

Hello! Do you have any rules about who shouldn't interact with you, rules about sending request, and your do/don't when Interact with you. I think it will be nice if you set your boundaries early!

I do kind of have rules against who shouldn't be interacting with my account, but its the typical; haters, racist e.g., just bad people in general, but I also can't do much if they do since my account is public! but I think you're right, I'll make a post very soon about it! I'm also going to make a masterlist and this ask just reminded me to do so

thank you!

[coldhndss]

new event coming soon!

i’m gonna be starting a little new, and might be removing some works that i’m not too happy with. Requests are open!

[coldhndss]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Anon Hiori matchup story

a/n: Protagonist is named Rina.

𝜗𝜚 A moment in History ft. Hiori. Y

“Ugh..” Rina momentarily groans and stretches her arms, cracking her finger joints.

“My hands are so tired..” She says, lifting her head from in front of her books, and glancing outside of the window facing her desk. The weather was beautiful. It was sunny and warm, but not too warm. Though nice enough to go walking and have an ice-cream with a friend.  

“But I gotta keep working”. She glances behind at her bed. “I’m home because I’m studying. But remind me what you’re doing here again?”. 

Hiori is slumped over, laying on his stomach and focusing on a video game. “Training was cancelled, you’d know if you checked ya phone”. He absentmindedly murmurs.

Turning on her phone, she finds 6 unread messages from him, all from half an hour ago.

Oops.. looks like she lost herself in her books again..

“No!! Again?” Hiori groans, having lost once more at the shooter game he was engaged in. 

“Looks like someone’s lost their flair..” Rina teases.

Hiori clicks his tongue in frustration, sitting up and straightening his back. 

“Alright" He pauses, stretching his arms out. "Lets go”. 

“Huh? But I'm busy”

“You’re always busy, all you do is study”. He complains. “Let’s do something just this once. I promise you’ll be happy”.

Looking into pleading eyes, she can't help but say yes. "Fine.. I guess I can take one day off.."

It's not often that he and her have time to go places together. He's always wrapped up in a match, game, interview, ads or whatnot, while she keeps herself occupied with her studies, working extra hard to maintain her top ranking in all her classes.

And so, the two of them walk out of the door together with Rina unsure of what he has in mind.

"How about a museum?" He suggested out of the blue. Rina's eyes widened at the idea, though something slightly weighed on her shoulders.

"But you’ve never even asked to go to one before" She retorted.

True, Hiori would much prefer the two of them to stay home, playing games, watching a show or even baking. Though, it'd be even harder to persuade her to do something like that. She'd probably say something like; "Since I’m at home, I might as well study anyways..", and eventually drift towards her books.

Hiori took her in his car, and she looked online for a guide to that particular museum. Rina excitedly explained what she'll take him to see as she read through the guide. Hiori listened, smiling; with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh.

Once the two of them eventually arrived, they grabbed a drink from the cafe nearby since they'll be doing a lot of walking, with Rina doing most of the talking.

They made their way through the museum with her guiding the way. He listened to the things she had to say and added his own opinion at times. Hiori slowly began to worry that he wasn't doing enough, and didn't want her to think that he felt annoyed from her talking.

Snapping candid photos of her staring at paintings, historical items and the like, he realised how happy he was that she had agreed to come with him. Though, if his training hadn't been cancelled, this probably wouldn't have happened at all. He kept it in mind to thank her.

He found it interesting how every piece seemed to have more than a decade worth of history, and a person who curated it. It's obvious, of course, but seeing it at such a large scale really opened his eyes up to the partial beauty of such things.

The two of them browsed the small scale items, Rina taking a glance or more at each piece; she suddenly stopped and pointed.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" She asked

"Well, it looks like a purple ball made of.. clay?".

Rina was pointing at just that. A purple coloured clay ball within a glass square. The container covered the ball entirely, with the exception of a large circular hole that was almost exactly big enough for the ball to fit through. Next to it, was a larger yellow sphere within a different square box, except this sphere filled this enclosed box entirely, with the exception of the corners that it was unable to squeeze into.

"It reminds me of you and I" She comments.

He looks at her, puzzled "How so?"

"Well, for me, I always feel like I'm doing a lot. Though it just never seems to be the right amount. And for you.." She points towards the larger circle. "It has so much potential that it's practically overflowing with nowhere else to go". She remains silent after this, hoping she didn't offend him in any way.

He looks back at the box with a large sphere in it, enclosed from the top rather than having a small opening.

Once more, it surprised him how much meaning a seemingly simple piece can hold.

He began to feel somewhat confronted by it; no words yet a vast meaning. Seeing that even she noticed such an intricate flaw about him.. he really needs to put effort into not letting her down anymore.

"Rina.. I hope I haven't been letting you down". Lowering his head, he murmured just loud enough for her to face him in response, worry shrouding her.

"Letting me down? Hiori, why on earth would you say that?" she responds, slightly dumbfounded yet smiling. "I just want to see you recognise your own talent on the field, thats all!"

"I promise I won't let you down anymore" He says, hoping to let her see the truth in his words through his actions.

He never thought that this would be such an eye opener for him; such a simple outing that he thought of just for her. Even when she's doing the thing she likes most, she still manages to think of others, and make them feel seen at all times.

[coldhndss]

──★ ˙ ̟Blue Lock mini matchups! No.6, 7, and 8

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.6: @somewhere-stuck-in-the-stars

Do you know what I mean when I say your request gave me autumn/fall vibes? Like all I could imagine was a fireplace, hot cocoa, maple trees and a nice cozy cottage home.

So, I ended up matching you to Yukimiya Kenyu!

Initially, I actually thought of matching you to Alexis Ness, but… I couldn’t do that to you 😬

So, we know that Yukimiya is canonically a model, dresses nicely and has a calm/soft kind of aesthetic. I feel like he’d dress more of a light academia with coats and scarves, contrasting nicely with your deep jewel and earth tone attire/aesthetic. I know MBTI tests aren’t usually completely true to someone’s personality, but with you being an INTJ, I’d imagine you bring a vibe of comfort and care that not everybody does. With Yukimiya having constant worries about his wellbeing alongside playing soccer, you’d be able to be able to bring him a breath of fresh air and take his mind away from worrying too much all the time. 

For a day where the two of you go someplace together, I’d imagine he’d take you to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, seeing as its one of the things that he’s interested in. He’d take sweet, candid photos of you, knowing the best angles to shoot from. Of course, he wouldn’t leave without getting some photos of himself. I get the feeling that he’d probably post an aesthetic reel of the trip on Instagram as well. It might spark some controversy amongst his female fans once they notice you being a little too close to him for their liking! Not that it’ll change anything between you two, of course. I have a feeling it'll just make him want to post you even more.

I think somebody like you is very in tune with other people’s emotions. Not like a psychologist or an ‘empath’ (whatever that is), and you’d be able to tell when he needs a little bit of a mood booster. You’d be a caring person who is able to watch over him and treat him with kindness that isn’t contingent on his popularity or skill.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.7: @darthvada

I've said this before, but I don't always match people up with someone who is the exact opposite. So in this case, I decided to match you to Bachira Meguru!

Writing this matchup literally made me realise how lonely Bachira was for a majority of his time before Blue Lock (Bachira fic incoming very soon). So although he puts on an energetic and happy front most of the time, I feel like he definitely has some unspoken problems that flood his thoughts daily. For the most part, he's extroverted and positive most of the time, so I think he'd be able to easily get along with another person who shares the same/similar personality as him, seeing as he (alongside lots of people, but especially him) yearns to be understood by someone else, and I think you'd have no trouble bringing him that sort of comfort.

Bachira would probably love the fact that you do theatre. Seeing as he likes exciting things, I'm sure he'd definitely enjoy seeing the different characters you play and roles you partake in (I don't know much about theatre and choir so I'm sorry if you don't actually do any acting!). I'm sure he'd enjoy watching you practice. Here's a scenario that I imagined:

You've got an important play coming up, in which you take part as a person who gets rescued by a prince, king, or hero of sorts. Seeing as you don't have the male actor at your beck and call, you decide to give Bachira a call and ask him to help you. Elated, he immediately agrees and comes over to where you are. To your surprise, he's very enthusiastic, and plays the role with a lot of confidence! 'I wonder why he didn't pursue acting...' you ponder.

Seeing as the both of you are super enthusiastic about the things you're interested in, Bachira would definitely yap a lot about different soccer players, teams, which team he finds interesting, or which players he would love to go up against. He'd also be the type to spam you with reels of either incoherent memes with the most random audios, couple videos strung along with an 'us' or 'you', or edits that people make of him, with him sending '😳😳' emojis to you in response. He acts embarrassed but he secretly likes all the edits and saves them to a collection on his private lists.

Bachira would definitely love being around you at all times. He may get a bit attached sometimes, but you pay it no mind. He'd appreciate that you lend him an ear and always listen to his worries without shutting him up or making him feel worthless, seeing as others have ostracised him simply because they think he's 'weird', and that's why you'll always mean so much to him.

ﾟ𐦍༘ No.8: Anon

Honestly, I think this was arguably my hardest matchup. Probably because the character I ended up matching you to is always at the back of my head (I don't hate him, I just don't really think about him at all).

So after spending ages deciding, I chose to match you to Ikki Niko! Hear me out on this one, okay?

Niko doesn't show it, but he's actually relatively passionate about the things he likes, and although he doesn't look it, he's interested in things other than soccer. Seeing as he enjoys watching Anime and is sort of a nerd in that regard, he'd definitely watch plays with you in the theatre or at home. He wouldn't really say anything to you about it at the start, but after a while, you'll find that he's randomly gotten more into it than before. I think Niko would definitely look into something that someone important to him really enjoys. That way, he can get closer to them without having to embarrass himself by asking them questions upon questions.

He also comes off to me as more of a listener than a speaker. Seeing as you enjoy talking lots and lots about the things you like, Niko would definitely sit and listen. I have a feeling that the two of you would sit on calls for hours, majority of the time would be spent with you talking about things you enjoy (aka, mainly history related things). He'd also take notes on the little things about yourself that you're interested in that you don't notice yourself talking about. Niko wouldn't want to show that he's overly into what you're saying, acting like he's doing work on his laptop over your call. It turns out that he's keeping track of what you're saying on a locked note called 'Her 🤍'.

Although Niko might make fun of you here and there, he's not the type to really care all that much about clothing styles. Also seeing as you say you're lazy in things which include sports, watching Niko play is just about the only thing you'd probably do in that regard. He doesn't say, but it secretly makes him super happy to know you're only watching it to see him on the field. For a little side scenario, I imagine that despite you not being overly extroverted, you might run up to him on the field after he scores the winning goal in a game, and hug him. He definitely wouldn't pry you off, but he'd get a little flustered. Though secretly he'd want everyone watching to know that he actually does have a special someone rooting for him and him only.