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jamie-potters · 20 days ago
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guys is it just me but you know the show "The Great British Baking Show" well theres this host on it and he has black midlength hair and he ears eyeliner and he once wore a leather jacket
And he just gives Sirius Black vibes so hard
(also watch the show its very good but makes you hungry)
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mollymarymarie · 19 days ago
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Series 12 will always be my favorite season of Bake Off. You mean to tell ME we were blessed with Chigs, Crystelle, Jurgen, Giuseppe, George, Rochica, Freya AND MOST IMPORTANTLY LIZZIE ALL IN ONE TENT???
The moment Lizzie said "I'm gonna stare him down" in her Scouse accent, I was immediately in love.
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aeolianblues · 8 months ago
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'oh I cannot say horrible things because of the Woke' well boo hoo, I cannot say mean things about bands I dislike because they love my show and will beat me up if I slag them off
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surpriserose · 1 year ago
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Insane how much more likable the cast of the bakeoff professionals spinoff is like!!! Theyre kinder theyre funnier they have more chemistry and charisma and they give better and more constructive criticism like can we please swap the cast and get these presenters and judges on the main show!!!
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shaisuki · 1 month ago
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cause these thoughts plague me.....
being a intern physiotherapist in one of the big leagues in europe where it produced numerous young football stars and being assigned to the two rumored rising superstars that will rock the football world. noel noa and ego jinpachi.
the names made your blood freeze and the murmurs of your fellow interns began to surface like cicadas after a season of being buried underground. whispers of how hard and intimidating the two is and you get a bunch of sympathetic looks.
“why does it looks like i'm heading for the gallows?”
is the first thought that entered your mind from the way they act. certainly it couldn't be that bad. you are yet to meet the two and you can't judge someone from some rumors about them. still, it doesn't make you feel better.
and you understand why they are like that. it would be a privilege to work for the two if you have the guts and you have but the moment you met them both. your stomach was churning from how nervous you are. they were every bit of what people had described them.
both above six foot, easily towering you with their heights. noel's piercing gaze that commanded his presence both in the field and in the room. ego's intense stare that you know he's definitely looking down at you.
the first days were difficult both have no words for you except for the introductions. they know they are the real deal and can't be bothered by someone that aren't on their level considering how clumsy you were on your first day when tasked with their well-being. not good for first impressions.
you later picked up your faults and made up for it. making sure you didn't overlook anything that will harm their health as an athlete. writing regimens and watching their games to observe and how to optimize their physical abilities.
post-check ups after every games and picking up injuries that may worsen if unnoticed. slowly it became something that you look forward too and you're not clamming up with the both of them and they began to talk to you.
noel and his short responses that made you feel appreciated. you and ego even had conversations about the logic of football. he was a huge fanatic and you like his passion for it.
you also got caught in the crossfire with their rivalry and how it was the opposite with the other and made no effort in meditating them. it's not like they've gotten physical over it and it was reserved for the field.
then, it turns to be something you didn't expect that rivalry over football isn't about it anymore and it was directed over you. you didn't grasped over the situation and it was subtle as it can be.
a pat on your shoulder or sometimes a squeeze. holding your back for more than a few seconds. you never really put anything special on that touch cause he's just noel right? and man doesn't even express anything besides the stoic look in his face similar to ego's gaunt look while you two watched the previous matches in the room.
you like the dynamic between them two. the amount of rivalry and respect for each other's abilities and it provides you a new perspective. however their rivalry seems to heighten these days, probably as the new season slowly emerges but it's another thing.
a kind of hunger for something else.
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saetiate · 3 months ago
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kaiser x reader, how they meet. a lil excerpt of a fic i’m working on
Being in a relationship, falling in love… For Kaiser, those seem like impossible features of life for him. He could still remember stealing just to eat, bruises over his body and an empty heart. Even now, with his and Isagi’s tamed dynamic duo becoming Bastard München’s pride, with Noel Noa’s recent retirement announcement, a relationship feels akin to the idea of a second moon orbiting around earth.
So to hear your voice like a windchime at this event…
“Thanks so much for participating! Having Bastard München be part of this outreach program has been a dream, especially for the children.”
It almost makes him want to break something.
“You think you’re helping them?” He snaps from over the table. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out like a spit, something ugly that’s been coiled up in his throat. Even stone-faced Noa looks shocked.
“This isn’t the field, Kaiser.” He comments, like an attempt at doing so offhandedly, except nothing Noa does is ever casual.
You meet Kaiser’s eyes and to his surprise, there’s no challenge there. He sees clear eyes and genuine intrigue. The consideration feels like ants crawling up his skin.
“It’s the first time we’re doing this, so to be honest, I’m not sure. But I think it’s a start. If there’s anything better that we can do, please let me know, and I’ll incorporate it.”
It’s a damn rehearsed message, makes him scoff in your direction. It’s only the genuine nature of your smile that keeps him from voicing his distaste. And yet, the moment you finish your conversation with Noa, you come to sit next to him.
You place the schedule, neatly clapped onto a clipboard, right in front of him. He quirks an eyebrow at you.
“You’re under no pressure to sign up.”
“Which is why I haven’t.”
You laugh. Laugh, like he’s charmed you with a joke.
“There’s an outreach program in your hometown, if you’re interested.”
“You think I wanna go back there?”
You hum. “I don’t know. But I do know they practically revere you there, and that they’d appreciate your presence. You don’t have to see anyone you don’t want to. You can show up for 5 minutes out of the allotted time. You can show up to one across the world instead. You can sign up and then cancel last minute. But if you’d consider it for even a moment, I’d love to have you.”
He looks at you, direct and cutting, and you greet him so openly that his stare gets harsher, and then he immediately pulls his eyes away.
He’s been crude to you today, hasn’t he? It’s his due, then, to pay his penance.
He sighs, flipping through the pages with one hand until he finds the page with his hometown, then scribbles his name down hard enough to leave an indent on the next couple pages.
“Thank you, Kaiser,” the way you say it is so soft it feels intimate, like a lover’s breath against his ear. He would’ve had less of a reaction if you had put your hand on his thigh, but there’s no touch, nothing that solidifies you to him or this moment when he replays it later in his head. “I really do look forward to seeing you there.”
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imaginesbymonika · 3 months ago
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From the dining table | Part 1
Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader
Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...
read the prologue
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(1995)
He’s staring at her. Not because he wants to (although she’s a sight for sore eyes), but because there is just something about her field of energy that keeps on pulling him back in. He understands that he shouldn’t be. Not because of her two brothers though; he’s not intimidated by them, but because he just doesn’t want any more drama thrown his way. So maybe in a sense, it’s because of her brothers, but then again it isn’t. He-
“Damon!”, someone next to him says straight into his right ear and he flinches at the sudden sound. “What the fuck?!”, he asks, and his head twists into the direction of the voice:” Why would you do that?” His bandmate scoffs softly:” I’ve been trying to get through to you for the last three minutes. You know you should probably stop staring like that.”
“Wait what?”, his index finger moving into his ear: ”Don’t laugh. I’m being serious, I think I am deaf on this ear now.”
Graham chuckles:” Everyone can see that you’re staring at her, it’s only a matter of time till those dickheads see it as well. You know how protective they are of her.” Damon nods, turning his full body back towards the crammed table, before letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Having this war thing over our music’s is one thing, but the moment one of them finds out that you fancy Y/N you’ll probably get shot.”, the brown-haired man means it as a joke, of course, but at the same time, there’s more than just a bit of truth to it.
Y/N fucking Gallagher. Damon scoffs. No one really knows much about her other than the fact that she’s a few years younger than Liam. She plays the bass in Oasis and does a fucking excellent job at it. In Interviews she never talks, she just sits next to her two brothers and chews on gum while occasionally throwing a smile into the camera. And it’s not a sweet smile either: it’s cooky and secure. As if she understands the effect it has on other people. She knows she’s cool and pretty and it’s-
“Hey!”, Graham hits the back of Damon’s head with the palm of his hand:” Stop disappearing on me like that!” A pained chuckle exits Damon’s lips while he shakes his head:” I was thinking about something, thank you very much.”
“I hope about all the ways in which Noel will cut you up into tiny pieces when he finds out you think his baby sister is fit.”, he laughs and the blonde shoves him away from him. “Will you please stop talking?!”, he swallows thickly and turns to look back at the stage, but his gaze automatically halts on Y/N. Only this time their eyes instantly meet. His own widen while hers narrow and a couple of seconds later a smug smile appears on her lips. She knows.
Damon desperately wants to tear his stare off of her, but he just cannot do it. Y/N’s y/e/ced eyes survey his blushing features, while she leans back in her chair. She slightly tilts her head while un-crossing her legs and perhaps those ridiculous pop music magazines are right, maybe she is a God-
“Damon!”, Graham once again hits his friend’s head, before gripping his chin and harshly bending his head back to the table. “Outch.”, Damon silently lets out, before rubbing the side of his neck. And for a second it’s almost as if he can her Y/N giggle. Oh, he’s royally fucked.
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icepoptroll · 4 months ago
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@rtcpickyourpoison day 3: Mischa - Sleepover
Decided to go with some combination Mischalia and bachelor party feels for this one.
Image description under the cut.
Page 1:
Panel 1: Mischa as a small child is running to catch up with his mother, who we see from behind. They are in a sunflower field on a sunny day. They are dressed in white with a dreamy glow surrounding them. He shouts, "Mama!"
Panel 2: Tamara turns around and smiles down to him.
Panel 3: She offers him her hand.
Page 2:
Panel 1: Against the glow of the sun Mischa attempts to take Tamara's hand.
Panel 2: We see Mischa's now adult-sized hand reaching out with nothing there in place of Tamara's hand. He says, ". . . I miss you."
Panel 3: Mischa lies on an air mattress with Noel snuggling him and Ricky snuggling Noel. Mischa has tattoos on his arms and several facial piercings with stretched earlobes. He continues, "I see you in my dreams at night. It is always good to see you, but it never lasts."
Page 3:
Panel 1: Mischa holds his phone in his hand. It is 1:42 AM, and he is opening a snapchat from Talia (screen name: taliaaa) from 2 hours prior. She is smiling and holding two fingers to her lips as if to blow a kiss to him. The text ribbon across her snap reads "Солодких снів!, коханий" with a red emoji heart. His monologue continues, "I can only hope in that short time. . . That you see all the love I still have."
Panel 2: We see Noel and Ricky asleep next to him from his perspective. He continues, "And that you are proud of me. . ."
Page 4: One full-page panel of Mischa smiling up at his phone as it glows a soft light blue on his face, Noel and Ricky sleeping contentedly next to him. His monologue concludes, ". . . That even in such a horrible place, I have found warmth and light."
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maochira · 1 year ago
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bastard munchen w ego's younger sister whos the complete opposite of ego, shes like very oblivious and innocent? to everything around her TT
Hi! Please keep in mind I generally only write gn!reader! Also, I obviously couldn’t fit every character in this, so I only did a few and this is mainly focused on Isagi (but I might make a part 2 of this!!)
Requests open! - masterlist
Tags: gn!Ego’s younger sibling!reader, reader is a lot younger than Ego and around the same age as the Blue Lock players, not proofread
Ever since the beginning of the Blue Lock program, something about the players caught your attention. You have never been interested in soccer, but something about this suddenly grabbed your interest. You became a big fan of the participants with your favourite one being Isagi. Your sudden enthusiasm also was a surprise to your brother, but he obviously didn’t complain. He was happy that after all these years you suddenly found interest in soccer.
But no matter how often you asked, Ego never allowed you to meet any of the participants. Not even at the U-20 match. You always had to keep your distance from them, but never got an explanation why.
Truth is, your brother is perfectly aware of how oblivious, innocent and naive you are. He’s always seen that as your biggest weakness. And with the Blue Lock players being so focused on egotism, Ego was afraid you’d get close to them and end up having your feelings hurt. But he never told you about that. He only shrugged it off as “I just don’t want you to” whenever you asked.
But ever since the Neo Egoist League began, your brother’s strictness regarding you seemed to fade. He still didn’t allow you to meet the players, but suddenly “i don’t want you to” turned into “Maybe some time next week.”
And this “sometime next week” is today. You got to pick one of the teams to watch at their practice, and you chose Bastard München for multiple reasons. The main one being that you really want to meet Isagi, but Noel Noa being their coach also peaked your interest. You still don’t understand as much about soccer as other fans do, but you know that he’s the world’s greatest striker, so of course you would want to meet him. Although, Ubers was a close second choice to you.
Very excitedly, you walk towards Bastard München’s training field. It’s really hard to keep yourself together to not start squealing in excitement, but somehow you manage to stay somewhat calm.
None of the players really knew beforehand who would come to watch their practice today. They were only told that someone would be watching, but they certainly didn’t expect that someone to be Ego’s younger sibling. None of them even knew Ego has a younger sibling, but when you stepped in, they could immediately see that you’re related to him. At first, you could hear them whispering and asking each other who you might be, first wondering if you might be Ego’s child. But because you’re too old to be his child - or Ego is too young to have a child at your age - they figured he must be your brother.
The first player to approach you is Yukimiya. He very politely introduces himself and holds his hand out for a handshake. In your excitement, you accidentally squeeze his hand too tight.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologize and bow down a little, which gains you a little chuckle from Yukimiya.
“No need to apologize, it didn’t hurt.” He has a soft smile on his lips. “May I ask for your name?”
Just before you get to introduce yourself, another player shoves Yukimiya to the side. Only a seconnd later suddenly you’ve got Kaiser standing in front of you with Ness on his side. Just like Yukimiya did, Kaiser holds his hand out to you. But unlike Yukimiya, he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he brings your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it. No one has ever done something like this to you, so of course it causes you to get flustered in the matter of seconds.
“Kaiser! Don’t be like that!” Kaiser quickly gets shoved away by Isagi. You were already flustered before, but now that you’ve got your favourite soccer player standing in front of you, you completely lose your ability to speak. But you don’t need to say anything right now anyways because Kaiser and Isagi are fighting right in front of you and neither of them seem to intend to bring it to an end.
“Shut it guys, that’s enough.” Raichi growls while shoving his teammates apart. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to you, he just wants Kaiser and Isagi to shut up.
You’re about to say something, but then the boys get called by Noa to continue their training. You haven’t even gotten to tell them your name yet. But you happily watch the team practicing their soccer skills. Being near them to watch is way more exciting than only watching them on the screens in your brother’s office, even though this is only a practice match. Every now and then, you catch the players looking at you. The majority of the time they’re focused on the ball, though.
When they’re done, most of the players leave the field without paying any further attention to you. To be honest, they’re just too exhausted to start a conversation with you at this point. Well, all of them except for one.
“Sorry for Kaiser earlier, he’s… weird.” Isagi says as he approaches you.
“Oh no no, don’t worry about me.” You laugh nervously, both because remembering what Kaiser did causes you to blush again and because of Isagi staning in font of you right now.
“What’s your name?” Isagi wants to know, “My name is Yoichi Isagi,” He adds quickly afterwards.
“Oh, I know,” You feel your cheeks heating up a little more, “O-oh and my name is (Y/N).”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). I assume… you’re related to Ego?”
“Yep, he’s my older brother!” You respond in a cheerful voice, which is so cute to Isagi, he blushes slightly as well.
“So… You mentioned you already knew my name?” Isagi is trying to figure out how to continue this conversation without having any awkward silences inbetween.
Your smile gets a little brighter as you nod in response. “I often watch recordings of the games with my brother. And… You’re actually my favourite player ItOs nice to talk to you.”
Isagi’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, I’m your favourite Blue Lock player?”
“No, you’re my favourite player out of all. Not just in Blue Lock,” You laugh a little, but your nervousness is slowly fading. “I barely know any other soccer players, to be fair.”
Isagi just stares back at you. He’s struggling to get a grasp on the fact that out of everyone in Blue Lock he caught the interest of Ego’s sibling the most. This will definitely motivate him even more for the future.
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potato-lord-but-not · 6 months ago
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tbh in my mind there is a chance between Noel being undercover in newyork for awhile, and Oscar working at a soup kitchen and being a clergyman that they have met and may have loosely known eachother prior to Arthur showing up in their lives. they both work in fields that require working with the community to some degree so theres a chance they might be like "oh thats that guy. I know his name and what he does." Anyways I'm saying theres a chance Oscar unknowingly met a Noel helping show someone where the soup kitchen is while he was out and about But also that he may have met a very recently post prison pitts Noel, gave him food, and told him he'd always be welcome in the church if he was there but just never got his name and never connected the dots when he saw him as a detective later
STOP IM ALREADY SO ILL ABOUT THEM
just the idea… that Noel was so malnourished and tired and changed after the prison pits that he’s completely unrecognizable years later when he’s recovered and back to looking somewhat like his old self. Oscar never even realizes, and Noel would never tell him.
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pistatsia · 1 year ago
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All or Nothing: Noel Noa (ft. Jinpachi Ego)
(note that this analysis contains heavy spoilers for Noa's motives in my Big little dramas fic)
What I really like about Noa is that his character, with his questionable coaching decisions and personality... Actually very evidently grows from his backstory.
We only know a few things for sure about Noa's background before Blue Lock: he grew up in the slums of Paris, where he invested all of himself to get out of that hole, he's ex-boyfriend rival of Jinpachi Ego, with whom they diverge in their ideologies and approaches to the striker's game, and he's the idol of little (and adult) Isagi Yoichi due to the fact that he plays rough and focuses on his success rather than his teammates.
On top of that, we also know that Noa was probably forced into Blue Lock. Most likely, the club management put him in front of the fact that you was specifically requested by your ex rival, so go and shine with your face on a TV show. Oh, and bring along our resident bouquet of personality disorders, code-named kainess. Noa certainly doesn't want to show off for the camera like Lavinho or Chris, doesn't want to raise the next generation of players to avoid his mistakes like Snuffy, and certainly isn't looking for friends/good play/rivals like Loki (who only came to the top 5 to evaluate the level of Blue Lock players according to his own words). Even if he'd wanted to see the sprouts of Ego's theory I doubt that he will apply for the participating in Blue Lock voluntary.
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Because Noa doesn't really care. This whole mess is just out of his field of interest. Outside of the games we only see him sitting in his room staring endlessly at screens and drinking coffee.
But it's from this that we see that Noa, despite his very... die-or-die method of building a game on the field, is a responsible player and coach. He may not want to mess around with kids in front of the world, but if he took the job, he'll do it. But he will do it exactly the way he demands of himself - no more, no less. Noa is neither cruel nor kind - he doesn't go beyond what his contract asks of him and his principles.
Slightly off-topic, I'd say that's the exact difference between Noa and Ego. No one would accuse Noa of conscious cruelty: he acts within his system, which he has explained to the children in advance, and if they fail it is only their fault for failing to adjust to it. He is simply doing his job - nothing more, nothing less.
Ego, in his turn? He chooses to be cruel even in the system he have built himself. Not because it somehow motivates the children, but because he can. And in doing so, Ego doesn't hate them - he probably doesn't care about any of them. He hates in them a part of the player he once was - the player who lost either to Noel Noa or the entire football world. If not to the both at once.
But even so, it seems odd for the manga to highlight their rivalry. It's not that only very few people have different ways of dealing with children. A lot of people are losing ugly to each other.
But this work with kids is the main root of their rivalry. Because the basics of their motto, their starting point of football, the way they guide children to the game are diametrically opposed.
Because the key point of Ego theory is that the striker is created by a moment of chaos. A moment that cannot be directed - that can only be pushed towards.
Except that for Noa a player hoping for a miracle and not knowing something is nothing. He will never allow that in his team - his whole game, his team and his life is one big formula with coefficients chosen once, like a neural network.
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Both of them live as a part of the all-or-nothing game. Except that while Ego plays this game with emotion and involvement, Noa approaches it as logically as possible.
And only Isagi Yoichi can resolve this decades-long conflict.
Now let's go back to Noa's game, to understand why logic is that important to Noa and the player's emotions are insignificant and even get in the way.
Remember exactly how he plays on the pitch. He never comes out to play first like other master strikers. He chooses the midfield position to support the player of his choice - he doesn't steal their shine in the center of attack. He only scores a goal once too, in the first match - the rest of the time he blocks other master strikers in an effort to ensure the kids can play fair.
And that's probably why he openly mocks both Lavinho and Chris with his dry jokes about narcissists and "kids without the proper adult". But he's especially harsh on Snuffy, angrily mocking him for being bitten by "his own dog", bringing back the "don't make my job harder than it needs to be" line. But why does Snuffy deserve this treatment (not taking into account the way Snuffy himself ridicules Noa)?
Because Noa is disgusted with his approach to teaching.
In fact, it's their approaches in the Blue Lock cut that are most opposed, and yet turned on to the max. While Snuffy has gone so far as to give each player an individual program and plan in his strategies, Noa has let things slide, making his stratum a mini version of the Hunger Games. Noa is angry that Snuffy babysits his kids; he's angry at how involved he is in their lives, how Snuffy swirls around them, and how Snuffy is always there to help and support them.
Because Noa is a "give a hungry man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach him to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime" kind of guy. Except that he won't even teach them voluntarily. Players need to get the right advice from him themselves while framing the question correctly. 
Noa's policy is non-interference.
Because he knows from experience that it's the only way kids grow up strong. From his own experience.
And to fully dive in, let's remember another moment from the manga that characterizes Noa the most. His advice to Isagi.
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"Dedicate every hour, moment, second of your life to a goal. Don't think irrationally. Get your thoughts in order. I don't pick irrational people for the team. Dedicate your whole self to the goal."
Pretty cool, huh? Blossoms with potential burnout, a life on automatic, and a complete loss of feeling.
You know what I'm getting at? That's exactly the lifestyle Noa lives with. And he doesn't see anything wrong with advising Isagi to do it. He doesn't get annoyed by people's taunts about him being a machine and incapable of feeling. That's probably what he wanted.
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Because Noa himself grew up completely dedicated to a goal, switching off all his feelings and without mentorship, and it made him who he is now. And it's rational for him to follow the same path with his kids.
Because feelings are illogical. They're weird, they're scary, they're very hard to predict. They're exhausting, they make you turn back to the past and wait for the future with hopes that may not be fulfilled later. They take your strength, they hurt and they wound very sharply. They make you weak, they make you vulnerable - they make you a helpless child.
Living without them is so much easier.
(If you remember my analysis on Isagi, you can see how similar he and Noa are.)
In psychology this mode is called "detached protector". Its essence is that the child or adult turns off all their feelings to avoid punishment and focus on survival. 
They switch off all emotions. They cut off all emotional ties with loved ones, family and friends, seeing them more as objects. They can only work endlessly.
They function like a robot.
This mode is triggered when a person cuts off all their emotional needs, like an automaton focusing on one single goal.
In Noa's case? His survival. And that's exactly what Ego is talking about - that young Noa, obviously emotionally deprived, put all of himself into football because he had nothing else but it. 
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And judging by Noa today, having cut off those needs as a child, he doesn't see the point in experiencing them again. Noa doesn't smile, he doesn't get upset or frustrated. He doesn't get angry or regretful. Of course, mentally stable people can express their emotions weakly too - and even on a level like Noa.
But we're in a football manga. Football is all about emotion.
And the fact that Noa doesn't visually show the joy or at least the satisfaction of a goal or a victory - of the life that little Noa once strived so hard to live, investing all of himself - is just awful.
Of course, Noa has feelings, just like any other person. After all, he is a living being. Except they're either quite faint (because strong emotions = danger and weakness), or he crushes them as soon as he feels them coming on.
Noa's whole life is an endless race to stay where he is.
Because Noa has learned to survive. Of course, he did.
But Noa didn't learn how to live.
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lobotoboy · 5 months ago
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Time to combine two fixations together, and create a new thing that I'm almost 100% certain has been thought of before!
A DANGANRONPA X RIDE THE CYCLONE AU (please someone make art of this, i'll post my attempt at a jane doe pic for this au later, but im still a beginner lmao) CAST (with explanation): To preface, I wanted everyone except Jane to have died in either their game or anime arc. Ocean O'Connell Roseburg: Ruruka Ando So this one was hard, because I initially wanted to stick to just the games, but neither Mahiru nor Hiyoko fit the bill for me, so I went with Ruruka. Personally, I think she's underrated, I feel like she's very compelling, and like Ocean, has room to grow in a similar way. I think she believes her way is the best way, like Ocean, and has the potential to learn differently. Constance Blackwood: Chiaki Nanami Chiaki is an obligatory add for me, no doubt about it. Constance is UNDERRATED, LOVE HER MORE PLEASE. Sugar Cloud is all about Constance finally recognizing the good things about her life around her, and Chiaki has a similar world view in both the anime and the games. If you look in the anime especially, she's one of the few characters who seems to understand a person can have worth without having a talent, and that's something that should be praised. Also she's my best friend's (@multifanforever) wife, so she's chill ig. Noel Gruber: Nagito Komaeda Do I *really* need to explain this one? Look at him. Name me a better character to put here, I dare you. In all seriousness, Monique is giving Servant Nagito vibes, and he'd SLAY Noel's Lament. Mischa Bachinski: Leon Kuwata Leon was also a bit of an 'out of left field' (teehee) pick for me, but Mischa's a rapper and Leon wants to break into music. Mischa's got a bit of angst in him, and so does Leon. Leon and Mischa are respectful lovers of women, so I feel like they'd be buddies and thus fit.
Jane Doe: Hajime Hinata/Izuru Kamukura WHERE DO I START SDUEHFEUFHWE I LOVE JANE AND I LOVE THESE TWO FUCKS. My stupid ass husband and his evil (not really) alter ego. Aside from personal bias for my favorite characters, I think they fit the most. I could (and want to) write a dissertation about Hajime and Izuru, but for the main gist of it, the way his identity is erased in canon, lines up with how Jane doesn't know who she is. At the end too, when they pick who gets to not be dead (i honestly dont understand the ending of rtc, is it resurrection, changing the timeline, rebirth?) it could be reminiscent of Hajime coming back post Neo World Program. Also Izuru lends himself really well to a creepier design. Ricky Potts: Kaito Momota They both kind of have that kind of selfless attitude to them, Kaito's illness is a good match for Ricky's disability, and obviously space. I also headcanon Kaito as a cat person. The Amazing Karnak: Junko Enoshima To me, they have similar, joking vibes to them. I feel like she'd mess with them just as much, if not a bit more than Karnak does. The changing rules and such are just for her entertainment. Virgil the Rat: Monokuma (obvi) I feel like Monokuma would rock the bass, and obviously makes sense as the one to accompany Junko.
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okkotsuus · 2 years ago
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Can you do scenario for Chigiri, Rin and Reo with a soccer player crush?
soccer fanatic pt.1 (bllk) !
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pspsps ignore how long this took me to get to, i kept letting it rot in my drafts </3
features: hyoma c. rin i. reo m.
contents: reader is a footballer. reader is famous. lots of fanboying. unlike my other works, the last quote is from the reader. 0.8k
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hyoma chigiri would imitate your style, specifically speed.
you were a speed-type midfielder, which was generally rare. you paved the path for your strikers yourself rather than letting them fight their way: in your eyes, that was your responsibility.
hyoma chigiri admired your physical and mental speed on the field. your legs allowed you to soar from one half to the other, running through players before they could react. your mind surged even faster than the body that allowed you to zip across the field, changing course at the slightest change.
right behind sae itoshi, you were the second best midfielder in the international scale. yet, you refused to join the new generation world eleven
chigiri watched you like you were the sun, the brightest star on the field. every game he would try to go to, so when he had finally met you in a blue lock training exercise, he knew he had to get noticed.
his legs carried him true and swift through the defense as he sliced through the air to punch the ball into the top right corner of the net before the goalie could react. all right after kickoff.
he couldn't help the huffs the escaped between his lips as he saw you come up to him with that egoist smile on your face. you looked at him like a child hoping to steal a toy from their sibling.
"you are my ideal striker, hyoma chigiri, we are cut of the same cloth."
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rin itoshi would view you as the pinnacle of soccer.
as a striker, there was no doubt you were superior. contesting noel noa for the past two years of your pro career was an impressive feat. it was the feat that had rin itoshi analyzing every single one of your games.
back when you were still in the middle school leagues, rin had seen his first game that you were in. you were a grade younger than sae, allowing rin a perfect in.
you and sae would practice together sometimes, while rin observed you from the sidelines. when rin had first started playing soccer, the two players he channeled were: sae itoshi and y/n l/n.
when the taste of sae's plays soured on his tongues, yours grew sweeter. so here he sits, in the dark while his team sleeps next to him; face illuminated by the light of his phone.
their match against the world five was in less than twenty-four hours, but he could not help but watch your plays from yesterday's game. he needed inspiration for tomorrow.
so when he sunk his first goal in against the world five and your voice rang through the speakers, his heart was in his throat. he saw you on the sidelines with a mic in your hand, smiling so sweetly at him. sweeter than the taste of your plays every could be.
"still chasin' me rinnie? don't let my shadow blind ya!"
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reo mikage would copy your game play.
reo mikage got everything he wanted since the moment he was born. so when he grew admiration of you, vip tickets to your games were easy. he went to every game of yours before he entered blue lock.
what he didn't know was that you were aware of him, not just disregarding him as a blip on your radar. at every game there was always a purple boy in the seat closest to the field, it would be hard not to notice; especially as a midfielder.
so when he didn't come to one game, you pulled some strings to get his name. turns out reo mikage played soccer as well, in blue lock no less.
so you came to watch a game, under the tense of it being a training exercise: but you really wanted to check in on your number one fan.
he was as impressive on field as you expected, but when you caught a familiar tick of his foot under a pass, sending it especially long and steady, it had you grinning.
you noticed more and more of you signature little quirks that allowed your play style, things that even people on the field with you wouldn't notice.
at the end of the match, you couldn't help but pay him a little extra attention. he was just trying so hard to stay loyal to you, that your ego swelled. you wanted your techniques to not just be copies for him, but rather his own weapons as well. you were willing to share custody of all your signatures with him.
"impressive dupe, rich boy, want a taste of the real thing?"
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Blood Lock
CHAPTER 3
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⚠️WARING⚠️: THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME NOT SAFE CONENT! PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!! IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT! THEN PLEASE SKIP IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED EVERYONE!
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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
The crisp air of the field filled [Name]’s lungs as she stepped out of the changing rooms, adjusting her gym uniform and glancing around. The bright sun overhead cast long shadows on the well-kept track, where other students were already gathering. Luckily, she wasn’t completely alone—Meguru  and Nijiro had managed to end up in the same Physical Education class as her. Their presence was a small comfort in an otherwise unfamiliar crowd.
Meguru stretched dramatically, leaning far to one side and then the other, his bright grin already plastered across his face. “[Name]-chan, bet I can outrun you!”
[Name] smirked, placing her hands on her hips. “Oh, you’re on, Bachira-san. But don’t cry when I leave you in the dust.”
Nijiro, standing beside them, let out a small chuckle. “Don’t get too confident, [Name]-san. Bachira’s got energy for days.”
“Trust me, Yo-kun already calls me a tree-climbing monkey,” [Name] retorted, rolling her shoulders. “I can handle a little running.”
Before their banter could go any further, a sharp whistle cut through the air, commanding attention. The students turned toward the source of the sound as a tall, imposing figure strode onto the track. Noel Noa.
Noa’s presence was as sharp as the whistle he carried. His white hair gleamed under the sunlight, his piercing yellow eyes sweeping over the students with the kind of authority that demanded respect without a word. Clad in the signature tracksuit, he radiated an aura of precision and discipline.
“Line up,” Noa commanded, his voice calm but firm.
The students obeyed, falling into neat rows. [Name] found herself between Meguru, who was still grinning like a fool, and Nijiro, who was standing straighter than she’d ever seen.
Noa began pacing slowly in front of the line, his sharp gaze studying them like pieces on a chessboard. “Physical Education is not just about fitness,” he began, his deep voice carrying easily across the field. “It’s about discipline, consistency, and mental endurance. Out here, you prove your worth—not to me, not to your peers, but to yourselves.”
[Name] swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle over the group. Noa’s seriousness was a stark contrast to Meguru’s usual lightheartedness, but even he seemed to straighten up under the coach’s gaze.
“We’ll begin with stretches,” Noa continued. “Loosen up your muscles. Then, you’ll run the track. No slacking. I want to see effort from every single one of you.”
The students scattered slightly, finding space to begin their stretches. [Name] bent forward, touching her toes with ease, her natural flexibility making the movement effortless. Beside her, Meguru was already flopping around like a fish, clearly more focused on entertaining himself than stretching properly.
“You’re going to pull something,” Nijiro chided lightly, his Kansai accent slipping into his words as he watched Meguru with mild amusement.
“I’m built different,” Meguru replied, sticking his tongue out.
[Name] couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she moved into a side stretch. Despite the rigorous atmosphere Noa created, her friends made it easier to relax.
Once the stretching was complete, Noa blew his whistle again, signaling the start of their run.
“Four laps,” he announced. “Pace yourselves. If you collapse halfway through, you’ll only embarrass yourselves.”
[Name] took off at a steady jog, her long legs carrying her easily around the track. The rhythm of her breathing synced with the thud of her sneakers against the ground, the wind tugging at her low twin-tails. Beside her, Meguru had already surged ahead, his boundless energy propelling him forward like an overexcited puppy. Nijiro kept a steady pace slightly behind her, his expression focused.
“You’re doing great, [Name]-chan!” Meguru called out over his shoulder, his grin as wide as ever.
“You’re going to burn out at that pace!” she shot back, though she couldn’t help smiling.
Halfway through the first lap, [Name] noticed other students beginning to pass her, their strides long and purposeful. The rhythmic sound of sneakers pounding the track filled the air as [Name] settled into a steady pace. The sun bore down on the runners, but the mild breeze kept the heat manageable. She was running comfortably alongside Meguru and Nijiro, the two boys chatting intermittently as they moved.
Ahead of them, however, was a spectacle [Name] couldn't quite believe. Two runners were neck and neck, moving with such speed that they seemed almost inhuman.
[Name] squinted, focusing on the streaks of color flashing before her eyes. One had long reddish-pink hair that fluttered like a banner behind him, his movements fluid and precise. The other had dark, spiky hair and sharp silver eyes that glinted as he surged forward, his focus unyielding.
“Are those...people?” [Name] asked, slightly breathless, her gaze glued to the two sprinters.
Meguru chuckled, not even remotely winded. “Oh, those two? That’s Chigiri Hyoma and Zantetsu Tsurugi. Fastest guys in Blue Lock. You’ll get used to them.”
“Used to them?” [Name] echoed, incredulous. “They’re moving like they’re not even human!”
Nijiro, keeping pace just behind her, laughed softly. “That’s pretty normal for them. Chigiri’s basically built for speed—he calls himself the ‘chosen one.’ And Zantetsu? Well, he’s got the legs of a sprinter but...uh, let’s just say his brain doesn’t always match his speed.”
Meguru nodded vigorously. “Yeah, Baka Zantetsu might trip over his own thoughts, but when it comes to running, he’s a rocket.”
Up ahead, Hyoma shot a smirk at Zantetsu, his pink eyes glittering with competitive glee. “Face it, Zantetsu, you’re not catching me,” he taunted, his voice smooth and confident.
Zantetsu growled in frustration, his silver eyes narrowing. “D-Don’t underestimate me! A-and—uh—what’s that phrase? The turtle wins the race?”
Hyoma burst into laughter, effortlessly maintaining his blistering pace. “You mean the hare and the tortoise? You’re the one who needs to slow down and think.”
“Tch!” Zantetsu gritted his teeth, his determination only fueling his speed. “Say what you want, but I’m not losing to you!”
Their legs were a blur, propelling them forward with astonishing force. The other students watched in awe, their heads swiveling as the two speedsters zipped past.
Back in the middle of the pack, [Name] was still marveling at the display. “How is that even possible? They’re practically flying!”
“They’ve been like that since day one,” Nijiro explained. “Chigiri’s speed comes from his insane muscle strength and agility. And Zantetsu...well, he’s just stubborn. The guy’s not much for strategy, but he’ll run circles around anyone.”
“Except me!” Meguru piped up, grinning.
[Name] shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. The sight of Hyoma and Zantetsu battling it out on the track was nothing short of exhilarating. It was as if their competitive spirits had manifested into raw speed, pushing each other to go faster and faster.
As they reached the halfway point of the track, [Name] noticed Hyoma glance over his shoulder, his pink eyes landing on her briefly before darting back to the track. He raised an eyebrow, as if silently acknowledging her presence, before surging ahead again.
“Did he just look at me?” [Name] asked, blinking in surprise.
Nijiro gave her a knowing smile. “Chigiri doesn’t miss much. If he noticed you, that means you’ve caught his attention.”
“Well, great,” [Name] muttered, shaking her head. “First all the guys in my period and now Chigiri. What’s with all the stares today?”
“Must be your charm, [Name]-chan!” Meguru teased, giving her a playful nudge.
“Or maybe I’m just too slow to escape their notice,” [Name] quipped, picking up her pace slightly.
As they rounded the corner, the competition between Hyoma and Zantetsu continued to burn bright, their determination lighting up the field. [Name] couldn’t help but feel a surge of inspiration watching them, their relentless drive sparking something deep within her.
‘If this is the level I’m surrounded by, then I guess I’d better step up,’ she thought, her steps growing a little more determined as she chased after the echoes of their speed.
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
[Name] grabbed her water bottle, her thoughts still lingering on the incredible display of speed she had just witnessed. The urge to talk to the two sprinters grew stronger with every step she took toward them, curiosity and admiration sparking in her eyes.
Hyoma sat on a nearby bench, carefully applying cream to his knee, his long pink hair pulled into a loose braid over one shoulder. His focused expression softened slightly when he noticed her approaching. Beside him, Zantetsu was leaning against a post, furiously wiping sweat off his face with a towel, his cheeks faintly flushed.
“Hey,” [Name] began, her voice carrying a mix of awe and friendliness. “You two were amazing out there. It’s like you’re on another level entirely!”
Hyoma glanced up, his deep pink eyes meeting hers. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of intrigue in his gaze. Finally, he smiled faintly, his voice calm but tinged with confidence. “Thanks. I guess you’re not used to seeing speed like that, huh?”
“Not even close,” [Name] admitted, laughing lightly. “It was insane. I couldn’t stop watching. Do you guys train for that, or were you just born this way?”
Hyoma smirked, a flicker of his old self-assuredness flashing through. “A little of both. Natural talent gets you far, but discipline takes you farther.” He nodded toward his knee as he continued applying the cream. “Though it doesn’t come without risks. Speed like this takes its toll.”
[Name]’s gaze softened. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not much anymore,” he replied. “It’s more about maintenance now. But thanks for asking.”
Meanwhile, Zantetsu was standing rigid, his silver eyes darting between [Name] and Hyoma. His usual composure seemed to falter, and the blush on his cheeks deepened as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he cleared his throat, adjusting his fake glasses in an attempt to look cool.
“So, uh…” Zantetsu began, his voice wavering slightly. “Y-you’ve got—uh—legs. Long legs! They’re, uh…really...efficient? Like a cheetah's?”
[Name] froze, blinking in surprise before bursting out into a fit of laughter. The awkwardness of the comment, combined with Zantetsu’s mortified expression, was too much to handle. “Efficient legs? Really?” she teased, clutching her stomach.
Zantetsu’s blush deepened, and he groaned, slapping a hand over his face. “T-that’s not what I meant! Ugh, stupid! I—I mean they look like…like they’d be good for running or something!”
“It’s okay, Zantetsu,” [Name] managed between giggles. “I know what you were trying to say. Thanks for the compliment...I think?”
Hyoma chuckled softly, shaking his head as he finished with his knee. “Smooth as ever, Zantetsu.”
Zantetsu shot him a glare, crossing his arms defensively. “Hey, I was trying to be polite! Not everyone’s a walking ego like you, Chigiri!”
“Uh-huh,” Chigiri replied, his tone dripping with amusement.
[Name] smiled warmly, finding their dynamic both amusing and endearing. “You two really are something else,” she said, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Thanks for letting me watch you guys up close. You’ve definitely set the bar pretty high.”
Hyoma tilted his head slightly, his pink eyes narrowing with curiosity. “And what about you? You’re not bad on the track yourself. You’ve got potential.”
[Name] felt her cheeks flush faintly at the compliment. “Oh, I don’t think I’m anywhere near your level. But...I guess I’ll keep pushing myself to improve.”
Zantetsu, still flustered but determined to redeem himself, straightened up. “If you need a running partner, I’m your guy! I mean—uh—you know, for practice or whatever!”
[Name] laughed again, her bright smile lighting up her face. “I’ll keep that in mind, Zantetsu. Thanks.”
As the whistle blew, signaling the end of the break, Hyoma stood gracefully, brushing his hair over his shoulder. “Guess we’ll see if you can keep up, [Name].”
Zantetsu nodded eagerly, his silver eyes shining. “Yeah, let’s see what you’ve got!”
[Name] grinned, feeling both challenged and encouraged by their words. “Alright, but don’t blame me if I surprise you.”
As the three of them returned to the field, [Name] couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. The bar might have been set high, but she was determined to rise to the occasion.
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
The line shuffled forward as the students tested their grip strength one by one, the buzzing sound of the electronic hand grip strength tester filling the air each time someone gave it their all. [Name] stood between Nijiro and Meguru, her hands lightly fidgeting in anticipation. Their small bet added an extra layer of tension to the activity, making it feel less like routine classwork and more like a mini-competition.
Nijiro turned to her, a warm grin on his face. “So, how confident are you in your grip strength, [Name]? I don’t want to be the one buying drinks, but, uh, no pressure or anything.”
[Name] laughed softly, adjusting her glasses. “I think I’ll be fine. I mean, I climb trees for fun, so that’s gotta count for something, right?”
Meguru leaned forward from behind her, his yellow eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ohhh, tree-climbing, huh? Guess that makes you like a little squirrel. But I’ve got monkey hands, so good luck beating me, [Name]!”
She shot him a playful glare. “Squirrel? Really? Fine, we’ll see who’s laughing when you’re the one buying drinks.”
As their friendly banter continued, Noa called the next name. “Kento Cho.”
The dark-haired student stepped forward, calm and composed as he approached the device. His movements were measured, almost methodical, as he positioned his hand on the tester. The room quieted slightly as the grip strength meter beeped to life.
With a firm squeeze, Kento’s number shot up, and Noa’s brow raised slightly as he read the result aloud. “61 kilograms. Good.”
Kento nodded quietly, stepping aside with a serene expression, his demeanor as collected as ever. His friend, Nio Kazuma, clapped him on the back, his confident smirk already in place.
“Not bad, Kento,” Nio said, stepping forward. “But watch and learn how it’s done.”
Nio exuded a cocky charm as he grabbed the tester, his slicked-back hair glinting in the sunlight streaming through the gym windows. The room buzzed with anticipation as he gripped the device with a dramatic flair, his goatee twitching as he grinned.
When the tester beeped again, Noa glanced at the screen and announced, “67 kilograms. Impressive.”
Nio pumped his fist, turning to high-five Kento with a triumphant laugh. “Told ya, man! Nobody’s beating me today.”
The trio of [Name], Nijiro, and Meguru’s exchanged wide-eyed looks.
“Whoa,” Nijiro muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Those two are insane. I don’t even know if I can get close to that.”
Meguru tilted his head, his usual grin faltering slightly. “Yeah, but… I mean, they’re probably, like, gym freaks or something, right? Right?”
[Name] chuckled nervously, watching as the line shortened and the electronic grip strength tester beeped with each attempt. She adjusted her glasses, glancing at Nijiro , who stood just ahead of her. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough who’s buying drinks,” she teased, though a competitive edge crept into her voice.
Nijiro grinned, his Kansai dialect slipping through in his response. “I don’t mind treatin’ you both, but I’m not gonna go down without a fight.”
Behind her, Meguru leaned forward, his usual cheeky grin plastered across his face. “I bet I’ll surprise you both. Don’t let these monkey hands fool you!”
Noa called out the next name, and Nijiro stepped forward with a mix of determination and nerves. “Nanase Nijiro.”
He grabbed the device, his fingers wrapping tightly around the handles. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed hard, his knuckles whitening from the effort. The tester beeped, and Noa checked the number.
“54 kilograms. Not bad,” the coach remarked, jotting it down on his clipboard.
Nijiro turned back to [Name] and Meguru, holding his head high with a sheepish grin. “Well, it’s not gonna break records, but it’s respectable, right?”
“Better than I expected,” [Name] said with a smile. “Alright, my turn!”
As her name was called, she approached the tester with calm confidence. She positioned her hands on the grips, her fingers firm but relaxed. Taking a moment to focus, she applied pressure, her grip tightening until the device beeped.
“56 kilograms,” Noa announced.
[Name] stepped back with a triumphant grin, adjusting her glasses. “Guess tree-climbing and basketball do pay off.”
Meguru pouted dramatically, stepping forward when his name was called. “Oh, come on! Two points ahead? You’re just lucky.”
As he gripped the device, his playful smirk turned into intense concentration. He squeezed with all his might, his arms trembling slightly as the device registered his effort.
“53 kilograms,” Noa said.
Meguru’s shoulders slumped, and he turned back to [Name] and Nijiro with a comical look of defeat. “Nooo! The monkey lost!”
[Name] laughed, shaking her head. “Looks like drinks are on you, Bachira.”
“Fine, fine,” he groaned, though a grin quickly returned to his face. “But don’t expect anything fancy. You’re getting the cheap stuff.”
Their playful banter was interrupted by a familiar voice chiming in. “Cheap stuff, huh?” Zantetsu Tsurugi sauntered over, his silver eyes glinting as he pushed up his fake glasses. “You know, a real gentleman would offer premium drinks. Isn’t that right?”
Meguru raised an eyebrow. “Zantetsu, I don’t think you even know what ‘premium’ means.”
Zantetsu huffed, crossing his arms. “Of course I do! It’s, uh, the opposite of… budget. Right?”
Nijiro chuckled, shaking his head. “Close enough, genius.”
[Name] smiled warmly, appreciating Zantetsu’s attempts to keep up the “smart and cool” act despite his occasional missteps. “Don’t worry, Zantetsu. It’s the thought that counts.”
Zantetsu blushed slightly but quickly regained his composure. “Well, of course! I aim to impress.”
Their conversation continued until Noa called the final name on the list, his voice cutting through the chatter like a sharp whistle. “Barou Shoei.”
The gym fell silent as the tall, muscular Barou stepped forward. His long black hair, streaked with crimson highlights, seemed to gleam under the gym’s fluorescent lights. His red eyes scanned the room with a commanding intensity, and his imposing aura made the other students instinctively step back.
Barou grabbed the grip strength tester without a word, his face stoic and focused. As he squeezed the device, the air seemed to grow heavier with tension. The electronic screen blinked furiously as the numbers climbed higher and higher until the device beeped loudly.
“80 kilograms,” Noa announced, his usually calm tone carrying a hint of surprise.
The class erupted in gasps and murmurs, the sheer power of Barou’s grip leaving everyone stunned.
Nijiro blinked, incredulous. “Eighty? That’s… not human.”
[Name] adjusted her glasses, staring at Barou in awe. “Wow… I didn’t think that was even possible.”
Meguru, still nursing his loss, pouted dramatically. “Great, now I feel even weaker.”
Nio Kazuma, standing nearby, crossed his arms and scoffed. “Tch. Show-off. He probably crushes walnuts for fun.”
Barou turned his crimson gaze toward Nio, a virtuous glare at the corner of his vision. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, peasant.”
The sharp remark silenced Nio, though his irritated expression remained.
As Barou walked away, his presence lingered, casting an imposing shadow over the rest of the gym. The four of them. [Name], Nijiro, Zantetsu and Meguru exchanged wide-eyed looks before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
“Guess he’s the king of grip strength,” [Name] jokes.
Meguru grinned, shaking his head. “Yeah, but he can’t beat me at Uno!”
“True,” Nijiro added with a laugh. “Not even Barou can win at everything.”
The group’s lighthearted chatter carried them through the rest of the class, their bond growing stronger with each moment shared.
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
“Seeya around!” [Name] waved at the boys she made friends with all three waving at her with phones in their hands to text when they were available to them as they parted ways. She walked down the hall to her next class, until she realized that her class was a little farther then where she is. Panic begins to rise up as she quickly bolts down the hall.
The hallways echoed with the sound of [Name]'s hurried footsteps as she sprinted toward her AP English class. Her breath came in short bursts, her heart pounding as the reality of being late on her first day hit her hard.
"I can’t be late—I just can’t!" she muttered to herself, panic rising as she struggled to navigate the seemingly endless corridors. The emptiness of the hallways only amplified her anxiety, and when the bell finally rang, her stomach sank.
Skidding to a stop in front of the classroom door, she took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her hair and adjusting her glasses. ‘You can do this, [Name]. Just sneak in quietly.’
She carefully pushed the door open, trying to minimize the creak as she stepped into the room. The murmurs of the class quieted as all eyes turned toward her. She froze mid-step, her eyes meeting the piercing gaze of her AP English teacher, Adam Blake.
“Ah, Miss…?” Blake’s deep, authoritative voice filled the room, his brow furrowing as he leaned back against his desk. His sarcastic tone cut through the tension like a knife. “[Name], is it? So glad you decided to grace us with your presence. How thoughtful of you to join us—albeit fashionably late.”
A wave of heat rushed to [Name]’s face as her classmates snickered softly. She hurried to an empty seat, her head bowed in embarrassment. “S-Sorry,” she mumbled, quickly pulling out her notebook to avoid further attention.
Mr. Blake shook his head, his sharp gray eyes briefly lingering on her before continuing his lecture. “As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted…”
Despite her best efforts to focus, [Name] couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a group of students whispering and glancing her way, their muffled laughter making her stomach churn.
In the back of the room, three particular figures leaned back in their seats, their gazes fixed on her. Their low murmurs were just out of earshot, but the intensity of their scrutiny was enough to make [Name]’s skin crawl.
She kept her head down, pretending to take notes while internally cursing herself for being late. ‘Great start, [Name]. Just great.’
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As [Name] quietly slipped into her seat, the echoes of her professor’s scolding still reverberated in her ears. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she opened her notebook, forcing herself to focus on the lecture. But no matter how much she tried to zone in on Mr. Blake's sharp voice, she couldn’t ignore the feeling of eyes lingering on her.
From the far back of the classroom, three figures leaned back in their chairs, their postures casual yet predatory.
Eita Otoya tilted his chair slightly, balancing it on its back legs. His dark, low-lidded eyes roamed over [Name] with a mixture of amusement and interest. He smirked lazily, brushing a hand through his white and green-streaked hair. “Well, well. She’s got that whole ‘shy, flustered new girl’ vibe going for her,” he said, his tone dripping with confidence. “Blushing like that? Bet she’s already imagining someone like me sweeping her off her feet.”
“Someone like you?” Aiki Himizu snickered beside him, flicking his bobbed silver hair out of his face and sticking out his split tongue, the movement snake-like. His gray eyes glinted mischievously. “Please, Otoya. She’s way out of your league. That kind of sweetness needs more… refined touch. I bet she smells like flowers. Or candy.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Wonder if she’d cry if someone messed with her. Always fun seeing the cute ones squirm.”
"Gross," Jin Kiyora muttered, though his teal eyes were firmly fixed on [Name] as well, partially obscured by his dark, wispy bangs. Despite his quiet nature, he had a blunt, matter-of-fact way of speaking. “She’s obviously not used to this place. Easy prey.” His gaze narrowed slightly, analyzing her every movement. “She’s got that nervous habit—fidgeting with her pen. She won’t even see it coming if someone plays her.”
Otoya laughed softly, his smirk widening. “Relax, Kiyora. No one’s gonna do anything too drastic. Just a little fun, right? Besides, girls like her—so timid and flustered—always end up falling for a guy who knows how to take charge.” He glanced over at Himizu. “Right, Aiki?”
Himizu’s grin spread wider, his split tongue flicking out again. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean. She’s got that innocent look, the kind that makes you want to… guide her a little.” He chuckled darkly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe break her in.”
Kiyora rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything, simply watching [Name] as if studying her every move. He wasn’t as overt as the other two, but his thoughts weren’t much different. To him, [Name]’s flushed face and quiet demeanor screamed vulnerability—a quality he found simultaneously irritating and intriguing.
Meanwhile, [Name] was oblivious to their conversation, too preoccupied with the weight of her own embarrassment. She didn’t notice the way Otoya’s gaze lingered on her face, or how Himizu’s sharp eyes scanned her every movement. Kiyora’s intense stare went unnoticed, her focus glued to her notebook as she scribbled down notes in a desperate attempt to blend in.
The atmosphere around the three boys was charged with a mix of amusement and predation, their low whispers barely audible over the lecture. They were like wolves observing a lamb, circling and plotting with a shared, unspoken understanding.
“Wonder how long it’ll take her to crack,” Otoya said with a smirk. “Maybe I’ll get her to talk to me after class. Bet she’s got a cute laugh.”
Himizu shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. “If you don’t scare her off first. Girls like her are too fun to ruin too fast.”
Kiyora finally spoke again, his voice quiet but firm. “Whatever. Just don’t drag me into it. I don’t do stupid.” But even as he said it, his eyes stayed on [Name], the corners of his lips twitching into a barely noticeable smirk.
The three of them leaned back in their chairs, their quiet conversation fading into the background as the lecture continued. To the rest of the class, they appeared disinterested and detached. But for [Name], unaware of the attention she’d garnered, this was only the beginning of a dangerous game she had unknowingly entered.
The classroom was silent aside from the steady scratching of pens and the occasional flip of a notebook page. Mr. Blake paced at the front, his voice sharp and precise as he explained complex themes and concepts with unwavering authority. Occasionally, he would pause, turning to the students with piercing eyes. "I hope you're all keeping up because I will be checking comprehension," he said sternly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
[Name] was fully immersed, her pen flying across the page with swift, fluid movements. Her handwriting was neat yet quick, each note perfectly organized. She had a natural ability to keep pace with the lecture, her basketball-trained reflexes extending even to academics.
Beside her, however, Ikki Niko was struggling. His black hair hung over his eyes, nearly obscuring his vision as he repeatedly scratched out sentences in his notebook. His grip on the pen was tight, his frustration evident as he erased yet another line, leaving faint smudges on the paper. He muttered something under his breath, a quiet mix of frustration and resignation.
[Name] noticed his struggle out of the corner of her eye. Without hesitation, she turned slightly toward him, her voice soft but warm. “Hey,” she whispered, careful not to draw Mr. Blake’s attention. “Do you want to borrow my notes? I’ve got everything written down.”
Ikki froze, his body stiffening as her words registered. He turned his head slightly, just enough for one of his dark eyes to peek through the curtain of hair. For a moment, he seemed unsure how to respond, his introverted nature clashing with the unexpected kindness.
“I… uh…” he stammered, his voice barely audible. The thought of a girl—especially one as kind and pretty as [Name]—offering to help him made his face flush with embarrassment. His fingers fidgeted nervously with the pen, and he glanced away, his voice faltering. “Th-thank you… I mean, I—uh…”
[Name] smiled gently, her expression patient and encouraging. “It’s no problem, really. Here.” She slid her notebook over to him, her hand brushing lightly against his as she did. “Take your time. I’ll catch up later if I need to.”
Ikki hesitated, his hand hovering over the notebook as if touching it would burn him. Finally, he accepted it, his cheeks glowing red. “T-thanks,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it was almost swallowed by the ambient noise of the classroom.
[Name] gave him a reassuring nod and returned to her work, hoping her gesture had helped ease his nerves. Ikki kept his head low, focusing intently on her notes. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude—and perhaps a bit of awe—that someone had noticed his struggle and cared enough to help.
But while this small moment of kindness unfolded, it did not go unnoticed by the trio at the back of the class.
Eita Otoya’s smirk vanished, replaced by a dark scowl. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as his sharp eyes narrowed on Ikki . “What the hell does he think he’s doing?” he muttered, his voice low but dripping with irritation. “Acting all helpless just to get her attention? Pathetic.”
Aiki Himizu chuckled darkly, his split tongue flicking out as he rested his chin in his hand. “Looks like the little loner scored some points with the princess,” he said, his tone mocking. “Did you see the way she smiled at him? All soft and sweet… ugh, makes me want to puke.” He leaned closer to Otoya, his grin taking on a sinister edge. “Think we should teach him a lesson? Show him what happens when you get too cozy with someone out of your league?”
Jin Kiyora, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke, his voice flat and emotionless. “She’s wasting her time on him.” His teal eyes flicked to [Name], his gaze cold and calculating. “Someone like her… she’s better off being broken in. Kindness like that doesn’t belong here.”
Otoya clenched his jaw, his fingers drumming impatiently on his desk. The idea of [Name] showing kindness—or worse, interest—toward someone else gnawed at him. His possessiveness flared, mixing with a deep-rooted jealousy that he couldn’t quite shake.
“She’s too good for that loser,” Otoya said, his tone bitter. “He doesn’t even know how to talk to her. Bet he’d run crying if we so much as looked at him funny.”
“Maybe we should make her see that,” Himizu added, his grin widening. “Show her who the real men in this room are. She’s too sweet. Too soft. Wouldn’t it be fun to see what happens when that little smile of hers disappears?”
Kiyora’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smirk, his voice low and devoid of emotion. “Pain always reveals the truth.”
The three of them exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. Their jealousy and spite had ignited something dark within them, a twisted desire to toy with [Name] and remind her of her place in their world.
Meanwhile, [Name] remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing at the back of the classroom. She focused on her notes, occasionally glancing at Ikki to make sure he was managing. For her, it was just a small act of kindness. But for the trio watching her, it was the start of something far more dangerous.
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The club room was dimly lit, the faint flicker of a roaring fireplace casting long shadows across the dark wooden floors. The air smelled faintly of smoke and copper, an eerie silence hanging heavy except for the occasional crackle of the flames. The once-pristine room bore the signs of a violent scuffle-overturned chairs, shattered glass, and blood spattered across the floor.
On the ground, Ruka Sanzuku lay crumpled, his breathing labored, and his face contorted in pain. Blood seeped from the fresh wound on his neck, pooling beneath him in a vivid crimson halo. His black hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweat-soaked forehead. He groaned softly, one trembling hand clutching at the puncture marks as if he could will the blood back into his veins.
Across the room stood Don Lorenzo, wiping the corners of his mouth with a golden handkerchief, the metallic glint of his teeth catching the firelight. His lips were stained red, and a wicked grin spread across his face, like a predator reveling in the aftermath of its kill.
"Ahh, you taste even better than I expected, Ruka," Lorenzo sneered, his deep voice dripping with mockery. He spat the last traces of blood onto the floor, the disdain evident in his every move. "But I gotta say... what's this?" He leaned closer, tilting his head to inspect the faint bite marks already etched into Ruka's neck. His grin widened, his amusement bubbling into a cruel laugh. "Someone's already had a taste of you? Tch. You're easier than I thought. Like a fine wine passed around too much-spoiled."
Ruka's eyes, dull with exhaustion, flashed with fury. "Shut... up..." he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lorenzo chuckled, stepping forward to loom over him. His sharp, golden teeth glinted as he crouched down, grabbing Ruka's face roughly and forcing him to look up. "What's that? You're still trying to talk back? Pathetic. Maybe next time, don't pick a fight with someone you clearly can't handle."
Ruka gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he tried to push Lorenzo's hand away, but his strength was fading fast. The loss of blood left him lightheaded, his vision blurring at the edges.
Lorenzo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, yet every word was laced with venom. "You're not even worth finishing off. But your precious cousin... [Name], wasn't it? Now she's an interesting one. I've heard all sorts of things about her. I wonder..." He trailed off, standing up and adjusting his collar. "What she tastes like."
Ruka's heart pounded despite his weakened state. Rage surged through him, momentarily drowning out the pain. "Don't... you... dare…”
Lorenzo merely laughed, turning his back to Ruka and heading for the door. "Save your strength, Sanzuku. You're in no condition to stop me. And honestly, I'd be doing her a favor, showing her what it's like to be with someone real." He paused at the doorway, throwing one last glance over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Try not to bleed out before anyone finds you, yeah?" With that, he strode out, his mocking laughter echoing down the hall.
The door slammed shut, and Ruka was left alone in the room. The crackling of the fire was the only sound, a cruel counterpoint to his labored breaths. His fists clenched against the floor nails digging into the wood as he fought to push himself up.
"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice shaking. His body screamed in protest, every movement a herculean effort, but he refused to stay down. Blood dripped from his neck and onto his hands, staining them red as he struggled onto his knees.
The flames cast an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the mix of pain and fury in his expression. His teeth ground together as he glared at the floor, his mind replaying Lorenzo's words about [Name]. The thought of her in Lorenzo's clutches ignited a fire within him, stronger than any physical agony.
"I'm... not done..." he growled, his voice low and guttural. He pressed a hand to the wall, using it to steady himself as he forced his body upright. His legs wobbled, and for a moment, it seemed as though he would collapse again. But sheer willpower kept him standing.
Ruka's breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, but his eyes burned with determination. "You think you can just... get away with this?" he muttered to himself, his voice gaining strength with every word. "You don't know who you're messing with.”
The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that made his expression even more menacing. Despite his weakened state, there was an unyielding resolve in his stance, a promise that he wouldn't let this humiliation go unanswered.
Ruka staggered toward the fireplace, using every ounce of strength to keep moving. The heat from the flames warmed his chilled skin, a reminder that he was still alive-still fighting. He clenched his fists, blood smearing across his palms, and whispered through gritted teeth:
"You'll pay for this, Lorenzo. And if you so much as touch [Name]..." His voice trailed off, replaced by a low, feral growl. He didn't need to finish the sentence. His intent was clear.
As the fire roared in the hearth, Ruka stood tall despite the blood and pain, his rage burning brighter than ever. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
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The corridor buzzed with scattered conversations and the shuffle of students preparing for their next classes, but [Name]'s focus was sharp. After exchanging numbers with Niko, her mood was buoyant, though the lingering sensation of being watched prickled at her senses. She stole glances over her shoulder as she walked briskly toward her AP Government and Politics class, the uneasy feeling gnawing at her.
With a quick stride, she entered the classroom, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a quiet sigh of relief. The room was modest, with neatly arranged desks and a whiteboard at the front already marked with key topics for the lecture. Students filtered in slowly, chatting and shuffling into their seats. [Name] slid into an empty desk near the window, dropping her bag and resting her chin on her hand as she gazed out, trying to shake off the unease.
The hum of conversations dulled in her ears until a familiar, cool voice broke through the noise.
“Is this seat taken?”
Startled, she turned to see who it was, her eyes widening in disbelief. Standing there, tall and self-assured, was Tabito Karasu. His spiky purple hair framed his sharp features, and the subtle smirk tugging at his lips was as recognizable as ever.
“Karasu-senpai?” [Name] blinked, momentarily stunned before a bright smile spread across her face. “I can’t believe it! What are you doing here?”
He chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her without waiting for a reply. “Long time, no see, [Name]. Looks like we’re classmates again—well, for this course anyway.”
[Name] felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia wash over her. Back in high school, Tabito had always been an enigmatic figure. Though his sharp tongue and no-nonsense attitude could be intimidating, he had always treated her with surprising respect, a rare quality considering how dismissive he could be of others.
“Wait, you’re in this class too?” she asked, her eyes lighting up. “I never thought I’d run into you here, Senpai.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual confidence. “But I figured I’d grace this class with my presence.” His smirk widened as he added teasingly, “You should feel honored, Kohai.”
[Name] rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t falter. “Oh, sure. Honored to hear your endless complaints about how boring the lecture is, right?”
Tabito feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. “Ouch. You wound me, [Name]. I’m here to absorb knowledge like everyone else. What kind of senior would I be if I didn’t set a good example?”
“An honest one,” she quipped, stifling a laugh.
Tabito chuckled, his sharp blue eyes softening slightly as he regarded her. “Still quick with the comebacks, I see. Good. I was worried college might’ve dulled you.”
As the two bantered, the room filled up, and the professor began setting up their materials at the front. The energy shifted slightly, but Tabito’s attention remained fixed on [Name].
“So, how’s college treating you so far?” he asked, his tone surprisingly sincere.
[Name] tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “It’s been… interesting, to say the least. Classes are challenging, but I like them so far. Though,” she added with a small frown, “it’s a little overwhelming at times. It’s such a big campus, and I’ve already gotten lost twice today.”
Tabito raised an eyebrow. “Twice? Seriously?”
“Don’t start,” she warned, pointing a finger at him, though the amused glint in her eyes betrayed her irritation. “It’s only my first day!”
“Relax, Kohai, I’m just messing with you.” His smirk returned, but there was a note of genuine concern in his gaze. “You’ll get the hang of it. You’re smarter than half the people here, anyway.”
“Thanks, I think?” she said, laughing softly.
As [Name] chuckled softly, replying to Tabito’s playful banter, the classroom began to fill up. The noise of chairs scraping against the floor and the low hum of conversations mixed with the faint hum of the air conditioning, signaling the class was about to start.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure enter the room—Aleix Ness. His neat brown and magenta hair seemed to catch the light as he confidently strode in, his doe magenta eyes scanning the room. When his gaze landed on her, his expression softened into a smile. He raised a hand in a small wave. [Name] smiled back and waved at him, appreciating the warm acknowledgment. Alexis made his way to a seat near the middle of the room, his posture as relaxed as his attitude, casually chatting with a few other students around him.
Not long after, she noticed another familiar face—Nagi Seishiro. He shuffled in, his snow-white hair lazily tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed. Seishiro carried an air of utter disinterest, slouching as he walked and dragging his feet. He muttered something to himself, probably lamenting the effort it took to attend a class he clearly didn’t care about. Despite this, he took a seat near the back, propping his chin on his hand as if waiting for the class to be over before it had even begun.
[Name] turned to Tabito and whispered, “Looks like Nagi’s as excited as ever about politics.”
Tabito smirked, glancing briefly at Seishiro. “I give him ten minutes before he’s asleep. He’s got about as much energy for this subject as I do for group projects.”
Before [Name] could reply, her attention was drawn to two unfamiliar figures entering the classroom. The first was a striking young man with shaggy, dark purple hair tipped with lime green. His chiseled jawline was accentuated by a hint of facial hair, and his tall, muscular frame exuded confidence. One look at his heterochromatic eyes—one green, the other purple—made it hard to look away.
“That’s Oliver Aiku,” Tabito muttered, noticing [Name]’s curiosity. “Big name in sports and an even bigger name with the ladies. Don’t let that grin fool you; he’s trouble.”
As if to confirm Tabito’s words, Aiku flashed a charming smile at a girl he passed, making her blush and giggle. He found a seat not too far from [Name] and Tabito, stretching out lazily and looking like he owned the place.
Right behind him came another unfamiliar face. This one had reddish-salmon hair that was slightly fluffy, with side bangs framing his pale red eyes. He carried himself with a cocky swagger, a smug expression plastered across his face.
“Sendo Shūto,” Tabitomurmured with a hint of disdain. “If you thought Aiku was bad, wait till you hear that guy brag about himself for five minutes. He’s got an ego bigger than his skill set.”
Sure enough, as Sendo took a seat near Aiku, [Name] could hear snippets of their conversation.
“Man, politics? I could run for president if I wanted to,” Sendo said, leaning back in his chair. “Not that I’d need to. I’m already top of my game in everything else.”
Aiku chuckled, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “Sure you are, Sendo. Just don’t trip over your own ego on the way out.”
Their laughter carried across the room, drawing a few annoyed looks from other students. [Name] exchanged a glance with Tabito, who rolled his eyes.
“Class is already off to a great start,” he muttered sarcastically.
Just as the room was starting to settle down, another figure entered—a young man with chocolate-brown hair and rosy cheeks that gave him an almost boyish charm. His dark brown eyes were lively, and the piercing on his left ear caught the light as he moved.
“Imamura Yudai,” Tabito said before [Name] could ask. “Professional flirt. Watch out for him; he’s got a mirror and isn’t afraid to use it.”
Yudai took a seat near the back, pulling out a small mirror from his pocket and checking his reflection with a satisfied smirk. Tabito leaned closer to [Name] and whispered, “How much you wanna bet he spends more time flirting than studying?”
[Name] stifled a laugh, glancing back at Imamura. “I don’t think he even knows what studying is.”
Tabito grinned, clearly enjoying their shared commentary.
The door creaked open again, and the room fell silent as the professor entered. Dada Silva, a towering man with a broad build, strode in with an air of authority. His dreadlocks swayed slightly as he moved, and his dark brown eyes scanned the room with an almost predatory sharpness.
“Good morning, class,” he said, his rich Brazilian accent filling the room. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he continued, “Or should I say good luck, since half of you look like you barely know what day it is.”
A few students exchanged awkward glances, and Tabito leaned toward [Name], whispering, “I like him already.”
Dada placed a thick binder on his desk and turned to face the class, crossing his arms. “AP Government and Politics. Fancy title, isn’t it? Too bad most of you wouldn’t last five minutes in a real debate. But that’s why I’m here—to drag you out of your mediocrity.”
[Name] felt a shiver run down her spine at his intense gaze, but she couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Dada Silva had a commanding presence that demanded attention, even if his approach was far from gentle.
“First things first,” Dada said, his voice sharp and clear. “This isn’t high school anymore. If you’re here to slack off, leave now. I don’t have time to babysit.” His eyes flicked to Nagi, who looked half-asleep already, and Aiku, who was casually leaning back in his chair.
“Especially you,” he added, pointing at Seishiro, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Sit up, pay attention, or find another class.”
[Name] couldn’t help but glance at Tabito, who was barely containing his laughter. “This is going to be interesting,” he murmured.
As Dada began the lecture, his passion for the subject became evident, even as his sarcastic remarks kept everyone on edge. [Name] found herself drawn in, despite the intensity, and she could tell Karasu was just as captivated—even if he wouldn’t admit it.
The professor called the class to attention, and the students began quieting down, shuffling their notebooks and pens. As the lecture started, Tabito leaned slightly closer to [Name], lowering his voice to a whisper.
“You better not fall asleep during this. I’m keeping an eye on you.”
“Me?” she whispered back, feigning innocence. “I’m a model student, Senpai. Maybe you should worry about yourself.”
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair but keeping his attention on her for just a moment longer. Despite his confident exterior, there was a hint of warmth in his demeanor when he was around her—a subtle but noticeable shift that set her apart from the others he interacted with.
Throughout the lecture, [Name] found herself feeling oddly comforted by Tabito’s presence. It was nice to have a familiar face in the sea of strangers, someone who wasn’t just polite or cordial but genuinely engaging.
Meanwhile, Tabito couldn’t help but steal glances at her as she diligently took notes, her focus unwavering. There was something about her—the way her mismatched eyes lit up with interest, the faint smile that played on her lips as she wrote—that made her stand out in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
As the lecture progressed, Tabito leaned over again, whispering, “Hey, [Name]. After this, let me show you a shortcut to the dining hall. I know you’re going to get lost again.”
She looked at him, her brows furrowing playfully. “Are you calling me directionally challenged?”
“I’m just stating facts,” he replied with a grin.
Despite her mock glare, [Name] nodded. “Fine. But only because I don’t want to embarrass myself again.”
The two exchanged a brief, knowing smile before turning back to the lecture. The atmosphere around them felt lighter, more comfortable. Even as the class carried on, their conversation lingered in the air—a quiet connection that neither of them could ignore.
As the lecture progressed, Mr. Silva's booming voice filled the classroom with a mix of information and sharp commentary. The topic was the role of political systems in shaping governance—a dry subject for some but delivered with Dada Silva's signature flair.
Midway through, Mr. Silva clapped his hands together, making several students jump. “Alright, enough of me talking. It’s time for you to think for yourselves. Group assignment time.”
Groans filled the room, but Dada ignored them. “Pair up with someone next to you. You’ll work together to analyze a political system of your choice and present your findings next week. I’ll be grading your insight, not your ability to copy-paste from Wikipedia. So, show me something worth my time.”
Tabito leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he turned to [Name]. “Well, I guess it’s you and me, Kohai. Try to keep up, okay?”
[Name] rolled her eyes, matching his smirk with one of her own. “Oh, don’t worry, Senpai. I won’t carry too hard.”
The two set to work, quickly deciding on their topic: the differences between parliamentary and presidential systems. Tabito took the lead in laying out the structure of their analysis, his sharp mind shining through as he effortlessly broke down the complexities. [Name], equally quick and organized, filled in gaps, added her own insights, and typed everything up with precision.
Within 30 minutes, their assignment was done—a polished, well-organized document ready for submission.
“Done already?” [Name] asked, leaning back and stretching her arms. “That was faster than I expected.”
Tabito chuckled. “What can I say? When you’ve got brains and charm on your team, anything’s possible.”
[Name] laughed softly, resting her chin on her hand. “You mean when you’ve got me on your team?”
Tabito gasped mockingly. “Wow, Kohai, that confidence. You’ve been hanging out with me too much.”
The two fell into easy conversation, discussing everything from their old high school days to Tabito’s recent escapades at university. His sharp wit and her quick comebacks made the time fly by, their laughter breaking through the otherwise quiet classroom.
As [Name] leaned forward to adjust her notes, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Across the room, Oliver Aiku was leaning back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp gaze fixed directly on her. When their eyes met, he didn’t look away. Instead, he smirked and gave her a slow, deliberate wink.
[Name] felt her cheeks flush slightly and quickly looked down at her notebook, pretending to focus on something else.
Tabito noticed her sudden change in demeanor and followed her line of sight. He caught sight of Aiku, who was now casually spinning a pen in his hand, his gaze never leaving [Name].
“Seriously?” Tabito muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. “That guy thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
Before [Name] could respond, she caught sight of Sendo Shūto, who was sitting next to Aiku. His reddish-salmon hair framed his face as he glanced over at her and Tabito. Unlike Aiku’s bold wink, Sendo offered her a friendly, almost teasing smirk, as if to say I see you.
[Name] felt a mix of awkwardness and amusement. “Uh, Senpai, I think we’re being… watched.”
Tabito leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Watched? Try evaluated. Aiku’s probably deciding what lame pickup line to use, and Sendo’s wondering if he can out-charm him. Honestly, Kohai, you’re better off ignoring them both.”
[Name] laughed softly, glancing briefly at the two again. Aiku’s smirk had turned into a full grin, while Sendo was now whispering something to him, likely some joke at their expense.
“Noted,” she said, turning her attention back to Tabito. “Anyway, let’s just focus on us. I don’t need to deal with their nonsense right now.”
Tabito smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Good call. Let them stew in their mediocrity.”
Despite her best efforts to ignore them, [Name] couldn’t shake the feeling of Aiku’s and Sendo’s eyes on her throughout the remainder of their free time.
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The bell signaling the end of class rang through the halls, and the shuffle of students packing their bags filled the air. [Name] stretched her arms and turned to Tabito, who stood from his chair with his usual effortless grace.
"Well, Kohai," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Good teamwork today. Don’t let the mediocrity around here rub off on you."
[Name] chuckled. “I’ll try my best, Senpai. See you around.”
Tabito smirked and gave her a quick wave before heading down the opposite corridor. [Name] watched him disappear into the crowd before turning to make her way to the gym, her excitement building.
Finally, basketball time.
She entered the indoor gym, its polished wooden floors gleaming under the bright lights. The faint echo of sneakers squeaking and basketballs bouncing created a familiar, comforting ambiance. Other students were already there, stretching or casually shooting hoops.
[Name] headed straight to the locker room, where the basketball club’s uniforms were stored. The uniforms were sleek, designed in the signature Blue Lock black and blue color scheme, with subtle accents of white. [Name] changed quickly, securing her hair into low twin-tails tied with red ribbons, her usual style. She adjusted her red glasses and took a deep breath before stepping back onto the court.
The coach, a sharp-eyed woman with a whistle around her neck, called everyone to gather in the center. “Alright, listen up! Today’s practice is all about endurance and precision. I want to see hustle out there, understood?”
A chorus of “Yes, Coach!” echoed through the gym.
The warm-up began with jogging laps around the court. [Name], with her tall, slender frame, moved effortlessly, keeping a steady pace while her mind focused on the game ahead. After a few laps, they transitioned into dribbling drills and practice plays.
When it came time for scrimmage practice, [Name] truly shined. Positioned near the paint, she moved like lightning, her speed and agility catching even the seasoned players off guard.
The ball was passed to her, and she instantly pivoted, dodging her defender. With a powerful leap, she soared into the air, her long limbs stretching as she dunked the ball with incredible force. The slam echoed through the gym, followed by stunned silence.
Then, cheers erupted.
“Whoa! Did you see that?”
“She just flew!”
“Damn, [Name]!”
[Name] landed gracefully, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. A shy smile tugged at her lips as she adjusted her glasses. “Just doing my best,” she said, a little embarrassed by the attention.
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The coach blew her whistle, a small grin breaking her otherwise stern demeanor. “Impressive, Sanzuku. Keep that up, and you’ll be the star of this team in no time.”
[Name] nodded, her confidence growing with each play. The practice continued, and her jumping ability and precision shots became the highlight of the session. Whether it was fast breaks, defensive rebounds, or dunks, [Name] performed with a level of skill and energy that left her teammates in awe.
As the practice wound down, one of her teammates, a girl with short blonde hair and a competitive edge, approached her. “Hey, [Name], you’ve got some insane hops. What’s your secret?”
[Name] laughed softly, wiping sweat from her brow. “Honestly? A lot of practice. And maybe a bit of inspiration from Michael Jordan.”
The blonde girl blinked. “Wait, Michael Jordan? You mean the famous basketball player?”
[Name] grinned. “Yep. Michael Jordan taught me everything I know.”
The girl burst into laughter, slapping [Name] on the back. “You’re something else, [Name].”
As the session ended, [Name] left the gym feeling exhilarated, her spirits high. Basketball had always been her refuge, and days like these reminded her why she loved the game so much. Little did she know, however, that even in this sanctuary, watchful eyes were lingering on her every move.
The coach then blew the whistle To get packed up and end the day but someone had to stay behind and clean up the mess, of course [Name] volunteers as tribute to help set back the pieces and equipment back in the closet. 
The court was quiet now, the lively echoes of practice replaced by the soft hum of the overhead lights. [Name] hummed a light tune to herself as she gathered the scattered basketballs. She rolled them into the large metal basket, her movements fluid despite the lingering fatigue from practice.
“Almost done,” she murmured, brushing her hands on her shorts.
The soft mats were next, so she headed toward the storage closet at the back of the gym. Stacking them neatly, she felt a small sense of accomplishment. Cleaning up was therapeutic in a way—she enjoyed the peace it brought after the day’s chaos.
Just as she was about to move the last mat, the sound of a door creaking open pierced the silence. The back exit.
[Name] froze, her heart skipping a beat. She whipped her head toward the sound, her eyes scanning the now dimly lit gym. The doors swung lazily, as if moved by an invisible hand.
She exhaled, trying to calm herself. “Must’ve been the wind,” she muttered, though her voice wavered.
She turned back to her task, determined to shake off the unease creeping into her thoughts. But then, a basketball rolled across the floor.
It came out of nowhere, bumping softly against her foot.
[Name]’s breath hitched. Her head shot up, her eyes darting around the empty gym. “Okay, whoever’s out there, this isn’t funny!” she called, her voice firmer this time, though the tremor in it betrayed her nerves.
Silence.
Her irritation flared. “Seriously, cut it out!”
[Name] stepped toward the wooden door leading to the closet. Her hand hovered over the handle for a moment before she gritted her teeth and yanked it open.
The door swung wide, and before she could register what was happening, something grabbed her wrist in an iron grip and pulled her forward. She stumbled, a startled gasp escaping her lips.
Her back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and a sharp jolt of pain spread across her spine. Her red glasses shifted slightly on her face as her wide eyes darted up to meet whoever—or whatever—was holding her.
Strong hands gripped her wrists, pinning them against the wood.
Her breathing quickened, panic threatening to take over as she tried to process what was happening. “H-Hey!” she stammered, struggling against the hold. “Let go of me!”
The figure didn’t speak right away, their presence overwhelming in the confined space. Their breath was warm and steady, contrasting sharply with [Name]’s rapid, shallow gasps.
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Who are you? What do you want?” she demanded, her voice rising with equal parts fear and defiance.
The dim gymnasium lights flickered slightly, casting eerie shadows along the walls as [Name] pressed herself against the wooden panels of the storage closet. The basketball that had bounced earlier now lay motionless, as if mocking her rising fear. She swallowed hard, her body trembling as the strong hands pinned her firmly against the wooden surface.
Her wrists throbbed under the grip, the pressure unrelenting. She strained to look up, her breath hitching when her gaze locked onto her assailant.
The blonde-haired figure leered down at her, his amber eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. His sharp canines peeked through a sly grin, his entire demeanor radiating arrogance and danger.
"You!" [Name] gasped, recognition dawning on her. The memory of the blonde-haired boy watching her from afar earlier during the day resurfaced. "You were-!"
"Me?" he interrupted with a mocking chuckle, his voice low and dripping with amusement only heightened the sinister edge to his words. "Oh, I'm so glad you noticed me, Bitch!”
"Let go of me!" [Name] snapped, struggling against his iron grip. "What the hell do you want?!"
His smirk deepened, his sharp teeth glinting under the faint light. "What do I want? Isn't it obvious, stupid girl?" he sneered, leaning in closer, his breath hot against her flushed face. "I want you."
Her eyes widened in shock and horror. She twisted against him, trying to create space between their bodies, but he was immovable, his strength far surpassing hers.
"No! Get away from me!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the empty gym.
His laughter filled the space, dark and menacing. "Oh, you won't let me?" he mocked, his amber eyes narrowing. "You don't have a damn clue who you're speaking to."
With one hand, Raichi slammed her wrists above her head, securing them with ease. His free hand moved to toy with a strand of her hair, lifting it to his nose as if savoring her scent.
"Ahhh," he breathed deeply, a shiver of pleasure running through him. "You smell like...flowers. Sweet and delicate.”
[Name] recoiled, disgust flashing across her features as she continued to writhe against him. "Get off of me, you creep!"
Her defiance only seemed to amuse him further. Raichi's smile widened, his grip tightening as he forced her chin up with his fingers, his strength making her attempts to turn away futile. His knee pressed between her legs, pinning her firmly against the wall.
"You're even prettier up close," he mused, his eyes dancing with wicked delight. "Such a waste to leave something like you untouched.”
"Knock it off!" [Name] spat, her voice filled with equal parts anger and fear.
Raichi's hand moved to her throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp for air. He tilted his head, his amber eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. "Hush, now," he cooed mockingly. "Don't ruin this for me."
[Name] froze as she felt his hot breath against her neck. A shudder ran down her spine when his tongue slid across her skin, the sensation rough and invasive.
"Stop it!" she shouted, trying to kick him, but her strength was no match for his unyielding hold.
Raichi chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You're making this so much more fun," he whispered, his voice laced with sadistic glee.
Then, without warning, a sharp, searing pain exploded in her neck. [Name]'s eyes widened, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"Ahhh," Raichi groaned against her neck, the sound disturbingly pleased as he drank deeply. His teeth pierced her skin effortlessly, the sensation of her blood leaving her body making her head spin.
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"No..." [Name] whimpered, her voice weak as her strength drained away.Her legs buckled, and if it weren't for Raichi holding her up, she would've collapsed to the ground.
He drank with abandon, his grip on her unrelenting as he took more than he should. [Name]'s vision blurred, the room spinning as her body betrayed her.
Finally, Raichi pulled back, licking the blood off his lips with a satisfied smirk. He released her, letting her slide down the wall like a broken doll.
[Name] crumpled to the floor, clutching her neck as tears streamed down her face. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Raichi crouched down, his amber eyes locking onto hers. "Heh. You taste even better than you look," he taunted, wiping a stray trail of blood from his chin with the back of his hand. "But don't worry-I'll be back for more."
He stood up, his towering frame casting a shadow over her shivering form. With a final laugh, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing through the empty gym.
[Name] sat there, her body wracked with sobs as she clutched her neck, the sting of his bite still fresh. The room felt colder now, her mind racing to comprehend the nightmare she had just endured.
"What...just happened?" she whispered, her voice breaking as she hugged her knees to her chest. The once-safe sanctuary of the gym now felt like a trap, and for the first time, [Name] was truly afraid.
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cinemaocd · 8 months ago
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My Revised Ranking of Every David Lean Film
based on how gay they are
Lawrence of Arabia: the reigning champ, the queen of the desert, the only certified canon, 100% gay film in the Lean filmography. Lawrence of Ali are married. There are lots of other romantic subplots as well...
A Passage to India: would it have been gayer, had Merchant & Ivory made it? Yes. It's still, and I can't stress this enough, INCREDIBLY gay...I mean where shall we begin with Aziz and Fielding. They have a meet cute (Fielding is in the shower! Aziz stops by), whenever they talk one of them is usually sitting on a bed, they have a David Lean Train Station Good-bye which is pretty much the gayest thing you can put in a movie and some classic tropes like Fielding covering Aziz as he sleeps, I mean...yeah. Wow. Great movie and I'm in love with Victor Banerjee now so there's that.
Great Expectations: I put this a lot lower on the last list and then people came out of the woodwork to tell me how wrong I was and then started dropping receipts...so I guess I'm willing to admit when I make mistakes. Alec Guinness used his character name from this film, Herbert Pocket, when he was arrested for a homosexual act.
Bridge on the River Kwai: after a rewatch I placed this much higher on the list than last time. There was a lot of stuff I'd forgotten about but especially this scene...
Brief Encounter: yeah it’s practically the template for hetero longing but it was written by a gay man and that checks out: gay men have more longing in their pinky than most people have in their whole body.
Blithe Spirit: Noel Coward again. Witty drawing room comedy where everyone is smashed out of their minds and everyone has slept with everyone…how is this not just gay culture?
Dr. Zhivago: this film is only gay if one day on the 34th viewing your friend goes: wow Julie Christie looks a lot like Peter O'Toole. And then you can’t unsee it and it’s just Lawrence 2: This time they’re in Russia.
Hobson’s Choice: the presence of Laughton alone ups the anti on the queerness of this film. Then there’s the romantic hero of the film. His name is Willie…and he is… just very submissive. Something something metaphor for cock shaming and there’s probably a thesis to be done out of a queer reading of this film.
Summertime: pretend Rosanno Brazzi is a butch lesbian and this is Carol but they fuck and no one dies.
Ryan's Daughter: Lawrence of Arabia screenwriter, Robert Bolt penned this adaptation of Madame Bovary set in Ireland after the Easter Rising. The schoolteacher is played by Robert Mitchum, rather drastically against type after his Max Cady adventures. Charles O'Shaunessy is a very gay coded character who presses flowers and has a hard time fucking his very hot young wife. Nothing to see here...
The Passionate Friends: the addition of Claude Rains to any cast automatically add a bonus 10 Queer points.
Madelaine: I dunno, a women-centered noir with Psychosexual Themes is usually pretty queer.
The Sound Barrier: Lean's shortest film probably took me the longest time to get through....Even Ralph Richardson can not save this one for me. Similar to The Dam Busters and Spit Fire, but without the press of a hot war to up the tension. It's merely a race against the Americans to go a bit faster. I know scientifically it was a big deal, but the stakes are lower and Ralph plays another mean, cold dad character. :( Also, maybe some gayness between the pilots but I couldn't tell them apart well enough so it might have just been onanism...
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iwashie · 1 year ago
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˜”°•. Noel Noa as your S/O (18+).•°”˜ (gn!reader)
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thinking about how he would be the perfect boyfriend.
The calm and understanding boyfriend would do anything for you.
The boyfriend who keeps the relationship private for your protection, but if you want to, he talks openly about you, eyes shining and a calm smile when telling that the relationship with you is the best he has ever had.
The boyfriend with few photos on social networks and gossip online about you two, but a lot of demonstration of his love for you.
Words of affirmation and quality of time are his love languages, but every once in a while, physical touch is appreciated.
Pet names like “sweetheart”, “honey”, “love”.
The boyfriend who isn’t clingy but is always around, subtle ways to remind you he loves you.
Boyfriend who always looks/ is tired but always has time for you.
Boyfriend who tries to do the things you like or makes you happy, because your smile is the most beautiful thing for him.
The boyfriend “daddy issues”.
The calm boyfriend x agitated partner; He prefers to listen to you talk about the most varied thing, to listen to your laughter. The black cat x golden retriever duo.
The boyfriend who is more homely and prefers dates made by you two; candlelit dinner, movie night, wine and cheese and deep conversations about whatever you want.
But he also likes to date in places that add something to the two of you; museums, theaters, book clubs. He would close the Louvre if he wanted to enjoy the arts, just the two of you, also book the whole restaurant to celebrate your birthday.
Romantic old-fashioned: various dates, expensive gifts, slow dances in the kitchen while cooking with you, introducing family and people important to him.
The boyfriend who loves you very much, but also understands that you need some alone time.
Always respect your time and your decisions!
Boyfriend who smiles when he sees you in the stands, wearing his shirt and at the end of the game, always calls you to the field, hugging you and kissing you as if you two haven’t done it in a long time.
Boyfriend who knows he can’t spend as much time with you so always sends gifts or makes up for it when he’s on vacation.
“My girlfriend this,” or “my boyfriend that,” and always “my partner.”
Boyfriend who makes a point of encouraging you to have independence. If you need him to pay for your studies,he pays, or, he would help you look for a job.
Boyfriend that “You can’t make all your life about me, love.” and “I need to be an addition and not the main part of your life.”
Boyfriend who is neither jealous nor possessive. He trusts you and has self-confidence. He is the best of the best.
Boyfriend who “wears whatever clothes you want”, “doesn’t need to change anything”.
Boyfriend who is not quarrelsome and solves things with conversation and always defends you.
“That person will answer in court, so don’t worry, dear.”
The boyfriend “Love in Portofino”.
Boyfriend who encourages your well-being and goes into couples therapy because he wants the best for both of you, always aiming to improve by your side.
Boyfriend who loves you with his whole body; tight hugs (an arm around your waist and a hand holding your head), calm and deep kisses, holding hands and head resting on top of yours.
Boyfriend who always makes calm and passionate sex. Hands entwined, sweaty bodies glued together, kisses to muffle the moans.
Boyfriend who has no favorite position, but loves you on top, prone bone and any position you two may be glued to.
Slow, seductive sex, deep thrusts, making you see stars and grab his body.
Boyfriend who is traditional, would like to have children, but respects your opinion on it.
Boyfriend who prefers cats to dogs and has adopted one with you, says that he is your son and would take care of all the animals you like with you.
Boyfriend who always looks for you in the crowd and smiles when he meets your gaze.
Boyfriend who would marry you in church, beach, notary’s office, heaven, hell, anywhere you wanted.
Boyfriend who “say yes to heaven”, “say yes to me”.
Boyfriend who would run away anywhere as long as you’re with him.
© 𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌
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