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Blood Lock

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

⚠️𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⚠️

!ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. And reminder that this takes place in a COLLEGE CAMPUS!! where all the characters are ABOVE 18 and older!!!

⚠️ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ⚠️

*CHOO!! CHOO!!*

“ALL ABOARD!! NEXT STOP! AKITA CITY!!”

The loud train whistled one last time, a piercing sound that echoed across the platform before it surged forward on the tracks, chugging away toward its next destination, a journey eagerly anticipated by the residents abroad. The rhythmic clatter of wheels against the rails created a comforting backdrop, a familiar melody for those who frequently traveled this route.

Inside the train, each passenger settled into their own cubicle, a cozy little enclave that provided a sense of privacy amidst the bustling crowd. Conversations flowed easily as friends caught up, laughter mingling with the occasional exchange of stories, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and relaxation. It was the kind of journey that invited leisurely chats and quiet reflections, allowing everyone to unwind and savor the moment.

In the far corner of the back cubicle sat two cousins, their presence a comforting familiarity amidst the sea of strangers. They occupied their own little world, seated parallel to each other, lost in their thoughts. The older cousin, with tousled hair and a weary expression, gazed out the window with tired eyes, the weight of the day evident in his features. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, his fingers lightly drumming against the table as he blinked against the blur of colors outside.

As the train sped along, he watched the landscape shift and transform, a vivid tapestry that reflected the changing seasons. The brilliant greens of summer gave way to the warm hues of autumn, leaves fluttering gently to the ground as if performing a final dance before winter's chill. Each passing tree and field told a story, a reminder of the fleeting beauty of nature. The older cousin felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him, a bittersweet acknowledgment that time was slipping away, much like the scenery racing by outside the window.

While he was immersed in his vivid imagination, the younger cousin, [Name], couldn’t contain her joy. With a bright smile stretching across her face, she carefully took off her glasses, exhaling softly to create a playful fog on the lenses. As she wiped them with her favorite handkerchief—embroidered with tiny flowers—she felt a warm rush of excitement. This was her moment, stepping into a new chapter of her life, and the train was taking her to a world filled with endless possibilities. The thought of experiencing college alongside her cousin filled her with glee, and she couldn’t wait to see what adventures awaited her.

“Did you pack everything you need?” Ruka asked, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the train window, the blur of trees and fields reflecting the changing seasons. [Name], momentarily pulled from her daydream, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Yup! I packed all the essentials for my first day of college!” she declared proudly, as if stars were beginning to twinkle around her, illuminating her excitement.

Ruka nodded in acknowledgment, still keeping his eyes closed as he relaxed into the rhythmic sway of the train. “Even your uniform?” he inquired, his tone casual yet curious. [Name]’s response was immediate and confident; she gave a firm nod, her hair bouncing slightly with the motion. “Mhm! It’s in the other suitcase, along with all of my outfits!”

Once she finished cleaning her glasses, she slipped them back on, instantly regaining her clear view of the world outside. A wide smile spread across her face as she gazed at the changing landscape, marveling at the vibrant colors of autumn leaves and the golden hues of the fields. “I love the changing view of the season,” she said softly, her heart swelling with anticipation for the journey ahead. The train continued to chug along, carrying them both toward their dreams, each mile bringing them closer to new experiences and cherished memories.

“Hmm,” he murmured thoughtfully, pausing for a moment as he considered his next words. With a deliberate movement, he opened his eyes and straightened his posture, turning to face his cousin with an expression that was both serious and concerned. “Why did you agree to come here, [Name]? You know you could've chosen a school in Europe, right? Those institutions are where most of the elites study these days. Or what about North America? The U.S. or Canada would’ve been a much better fit if you’re pursuing athletic programs. Why Blue Lock?” His voice carried an edge of worry, a reflection of the depth of his concern for her choices. All she did in response was shrug, her demeanor casual.

“I got a scholarship here, and it’s in Japan,” she replied, her tone brightening as she held up her fingers to emphasize her points. “I don’t have to be in a different country to learn, you know? Plus, I can be closer to my family!” Her enthusiasm was palpable, a stark contrast to his serious demeanor.

“But you live in Kyoto—”

He began, trying to articulate his point, but his words were abruptly cut off when [Name]’s phone buzzed with a notification. Her face lit up with excitement as she checked her messages, her earlier concerns forgotten in an instant. “Ah! It’s Yo-kun!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with giddiness. “He and Karasu-senpai are already at their dorms! I told you we should’ve gone yesterday to set up our dorms!” She complained animatedly to her cousin, her fingers flying across the screen as she quickly typed a reply to her best friend, completely absorbed in her own world.

“Yo-kun and Karasu-Senpai?” [Name] raised an eyebrow at Ruka’s words, a playful smile spreading across her face as she threw in a silly wink. “They’re my best friends who also went to Blue Lock!” Ruka couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her enthusiasm. “Of course they are,” he huffed, exasperation creeping into his voice.

However, a nagging thought began to form in his mind, one that made his heart race slightly. “[Name], do you know what they are?” he asked, turning to her with a concerned expression, his brow furrowed in worry. [Name] tilted her head, her confusion evident as she looked back at him. “Are what? My friends?”

Ruka shook his head slowly, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “No, I meant… Nevermind…” He sighed heavily, his gaze drifting toward the foggy window beside them. The condensation distorted his reflection, creating a blurry image that mirrored his muddled thoughts. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the swirling doubts. Blinking away his frustrations, he realized just how daunting the task ahead of him felt.

Looking after his cousin on this unpredictable campus was going to be a challenge, especially with the lurking dangers that seemed to be woven into the very fabric of their surroundings. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he contemplated the responsibility resting on his shoulders, knowing that he had to protect her from whatever threats might arise.

She smiled after putting away her phone and looked out the window with her cousin, Ruka on the other hand had to make sure she didn't forget about the rules he set up for his cousin when they reached their destination. “Did you remember what I said? One, don't-”

His words were cut off by his cousin's pout and begin to retell the same rules he told her about. “Yes, yes! I know about the rules! Don't get attached to any guys on campus! Don't leave your dorm at around 10, don't let anyone in the dorm that you don't know, no parties, never whistle at night, keep my windows locked. Always make sure to let you know where I am. And you told me specifically to never be near this man named Kaiser. Honestly Ruka, I Don't know why you're putting up such brazen rules. Why act so paranoid about such useless stuff? It's as if I'm going to be dead or something?” She rested her chin on her hand as she looked at her cousin.

Ruka just looked out the window again, “Because it's safer than sorry [Name], you haven't been on this campus long enough to know what lurks, just…. Listen to me for once and you'll be safe.” He sighs but all [Name] did was roll her eyes.

“Also one more thing,” Ruka spoke again. “All girls are recommended to stay in dorms while they're on their cycle. Mandatory even… and if you have a wound then it's best to cover it up, no one wants to see blood on that campus.” He retorted. [Name] didn’t say much. He said that for the past four days and He Wouldn't explain the reason to it. Maybe hygiene reasons? She doubted that, but maybe that took their percutaneous extreme and wanted the woman on that campus to feel safe? Still, she doesn't know so she can't get an answer without knowing fully.

She sighs again, exhaustion taking over her mind. Looking at her phone she scrolls through her phone apps before getting a call from her father. “Oh!” This was it she got up from her seat and was head to the nearest restroom on board.

“I'll be back! I'm going to speak with my dad on the phone here!” She said with a smile. Ruka just glanced without moving and went back to Looking out the window. “Kay, just don't get yourself lost.” He spoke, smiling as she left him to finally have a moment for himself. He looked back to make sure his cousin was a good distance before entering the restroom on board.

He took out his phone and begin to text a close friend of his. After a few words of exchange, he got a phone call from his father… looking at the number for a few more seconds before canceling it “Screw off old man…”

He sighs before turning off his phone and leaning his head on the booth seat.

Meanwhile after finishing up and doing her business, she made her way back to her seat, crossing down the Aisle. She felt a bump on her shoulder and quickly apologized. “My I'm sorry for bumping into you!” She quickly spoke out, adjusting her glasses. She Looked ahead and saw a male with deep blue hair, and a lot shorter than her.

“Oh there's no need! It was my fault I should've looked where I was going!” He quoted at note. Looking ahead he saw a tall female roughly the same age as him, he could help but turn red from her appearance at sight.

“Ah! It's no biggie! We make common mistakes! I'm [Name] by the way! What's yours?” She stroked up a conversation with the male. Hoping that they would be aQuantive, he smiled in response.

[Name] extended her hand cheerfully, her easygoing nature making the interaction feel natural. The young man, momentarily flustered, took her hand in a hesitant shake.

“Isagi… Isagi Yoichi,” he said, his voice tinged with shyness.

“Nice to meet you, Isagi-kun!” [Name] beamed, her heterochromatic eyes catching the light as she adjusted her glasses again. “Are you heading to Blue Lock Academy, too?”

Yoichi's expression shifted slightly, his smile remaining but with an almost imperceptible edge. “Yeah, I’m actually in my second year. It’s a… unique campus, that’s for sure,” he replied cryptically. He glanced past her shoulder for a brief moment, as though checking for something—or someone.

“Second year? Oh, then maybe you can show me around!” [Name]’s enthusiasm was infectious, but Yoichi's gaze darkened for the briefest moment before his grin widened.

“I’d be happy to,” he said, though something about his tone sent a faint chill down her spine. Before she could dwell on it, Ruka’s voice cut through the growing tension.

“[Name].” His tone was firm, drawing both her and Yoichi's attention. Ruka was standing in the aisle now, his red eyes locking onto Yoichi with an intensity that made the younger man falter. “We need to get back to our seats. The train will be stopping soon.”

“Oh, right!” [Name] turned back to Yoichi with a sheepish smile. “Guess I should go. It was nice meeting you, Isagi-kun! Maybe I’ll see you around campus?”

“Yeah… maybe,” Yoichi murmured, his smile still in place as he watched her retreat down the aisle, Ruka following closely behind.

Once they were seated, Ruka didn’t waste a second. “What did I just tell you about talking to random guys?” he muttered, his voice low but sharp.

“Oh, come on, Ruka! He was just being nice,” [Name] protested, crossing her arms.

“That wasn’t just being nice,” Ruka countered, his crimson eyes narrowing. “He was looking at you like… never mind. Just be careful, okay?”

[Name] huffed but didn’t argue further, instead turning her gaze to the window again. Outside, the golden hues of the countryside began to give way to the muted grays of a more urban landscape, signaling that their destination was drawing closer. The rhythmic clatter of the train seemed to grow louder in Ruka’s ears as he leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing in thought.

His cousin had no idea what awaited her.

Ruka exhaled heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. He had been so careful to shield her all these years, to keep her far from the truths that lurked in the shadows. Yet here she was, barreling straight into the one place he had hoped to avoid at all costs: Blue Lock Academy.

His mind raced, a torrent of worries swirling. How would he protect her on this campus? With so many predatory eyes already drawn to her—like that Yoichi kid, who couldn’t stop staring—it felt like he was leading her into a den of wolves. And then there was Kaiser. That damn blond had a reputation that made even Ruka’s blood boil. Would she even listen to him if she knew the truth? Could she handle knowing?

“Ruka?” [Name]’s voice cut through his thoughts, bright and clear. She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head as she peered at him over her glasses. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at nothing for, like, five minutes.”

Ruka blinked, momentarily thrown off by the interruption. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” he replied, waving her off with a halfhearted smile.

“Doesn’t look like it.” [Name] narrowed her mint-green and lavender eyes at him. “You’ve got your ‘brooding face’ on again. You only do that when you’re stressed. Is it about me?”

Ruka sighed, leaning his head against the window. “It’s not just about you, Miya,” he admitted, though the way he avoided her gaze made it clear she wasn’t wrong. “I’m just… thinking.”

“Well, you better stop thinking so hard. I don’t want you burning out before we even get there,” she teased lightly, nudging his leg with her foot under the table. “Come on, what’s on your mind? Spill.”

He hesitated for a moment, the weight of unspoken words pressing against his chest. But before he could answer, the conductor’s voice boomed over the intercom:

“Attention passengers, we are approaching our next stop: Blue Lock Academy Station. Please ensure your belongings are secure and prepare to disembark. We’ll be arriving shortly.”

[Name] perked up instantly, her earlier concern forgotten as she turned her attention back to the window. “Oh my gosh, Ruka, look!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.

Ruka glanced out the window and felt his stomach knot.

There it was—the sprawling, imposing campus of Blue Lock Academy, its silhouette dominating the skyline like a fortress. The main building loomed ahead, its architecture an unsettling blend of old-world grandeur and modern precision. Tall spires and arched windows gave it the appearance of a palace, but there was something cold and forbidding about its design. The surrounding grounds stretched for miles, lined with perfectly manicured hedges and iron gates that seemed to warn against entry rather than welcome it.

“It looks like a castle!” [Name] said, her voice brimming with excitement. She pressed her hands against the glass, her breath fogging it slightly as she admired the view. “This is where we’re going to live? It’s so fancy! I can’t believe it’s real.”

Ruka’s eyes narrowed as he studied the campus. While [Name] saw beauty, all he could see were dangers lurking in every shadow, behind every ornate window. The place had a heartbeat of its own, one that he could feel pulsing through the glass—dark, ancient, and hungry.

“You say ‘fancy,’ I say unsettling,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat with a frustrated sigh.

[Name] turned to him, frowning slightly. “Come on, Ruka, don’t be such a downer! This is supposed to be exciting! I mean, look at it. This place has history written all over it. It’s like something out of a fairytale.”

“Yeah,” Ruka muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as his gaze lingered on the gothic spires. “A fairytale with monsters.”

“What was that?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “Just… be careful when we get there, okay? This place isn’t what it seems.”

[Name] rolled her eyes but smiled at him, nonetheless. “You’ve been saying that since we got on the train. Relax, Ruka. It’s just a school. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Ruka didn’t answer, choosing instead to stare out the window again. He knew the answer, but it wasn’t one she was ready to hear. Not yet.

As the train began to slow, the towering gates of Blue Lock Academy came into full view, their wrought-iron design twisting into intricate patterns that seemed almost alive. [Name] felt a thrill run down her spine as she grabbed her bags, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. Ruka, on the other hand, tightened his grip on the strap of his duffel bag, his expression darkening.

“Here we go,” he muttered under his breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

As they stepped off the train, the crisp autumn air greeted them, carrying with it the faint, coppery scent of something that didn’t belong. Ruka felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. [Name], oblivious, took a deep breath and smiled.

“This is going to be amazing,” she said, her voice full of hope.

Ruka didn’t respond, but in his heart, he knew the truth: This was going to be anything but amazing.

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“Hmm….” With a piercing gaze that seemed to slice through the dim light, she looked down at the train as it thundered into the tunnel. The rhythmic clanking of the tracks echoed around her, a metallic symphony that matched the quickening beat of her heart. Each jolt and rumble reverberated through her, reminding her of the journey ahead.

As she lifted her eyes, the sky transformed before her, a canvas splashed with vibrant hues of pink and orange. The sunset painted a breathtaking backdrop, signaling the transition from day to evening, and casting a warm glow over the world. She couldn’t help but hum a soft tune, a melody that seemed to dance in the air, mingling with the sounds of the city.

Rising from her spot, she walked with purpose toward the sidewalk, the familiar path leading her to the train station. The anticipation bubbled within her, a tingling sensation that hinted at possibility. In her mind, she contemplated the year ahead, filled with dreams and aspirations.

“I wonder who I’ll meet?” she mused, closing her eyes briefly as she walked, allowing herself to be swept away by the gentle breeze. The path stretched out before her, and with each step, she felt a sense of adventure brewing, leading her closer to her destination and the encounters that awaited her.

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The towering gates of Blue Lock Academy stood before them, wrought iron twisted into intricate designs that gave an almost regal impression. The stone pillars flanking the gates were aged, with creeping ivy curling along their surfaces, and above, the academy’s insignia glinted in the sunlight, a bold testament to its prestige. Beyond the gates, the sprawling campus unfolded like something out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on perspective. The main building rose in the distance, its towering spires and ornate architecture resembling a palace rather than a school.

[Name]’s gaze darted across the scene, her eyes wide with wonder. “This place… It’s massive,” she murmured, tilting her head to take in the soaring heights of the campus walls. Her voice carried a mix of awe and nervousness, the kind of feeling one gets when standing on the precipice of something unknown.

Ruka, walking slightly ahead, let out a quiet grunt, his expression unreadable. “Massive doesn’t begin to cover it,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes sweeping the grounds with a sharp, almost predatory awareness. Every shadow, every movement, seemed to hold his attention, his focus unrelenting.

As they crossed the threshold, passing beneath the iron gates, a strange hum filled the air—soft but undeniable, like the low vibration of a tuning fork. [Name] paused mid-step, her brow furrowing as she glanced around. “Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ruka didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as his eyes flicked toward the gates behind them. He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag and started walking again, his steps faster, more purposeful. “It’s nothing. Just keep moving.”

[Name] frowned but followed, lugging her oversized suitcases behind her. The cobblestone path beneath their feet seemed to stretch endlessly, lined with towering oaks whose branches swayed gently in the breeze. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and something faintly metallic that she couldn’t quite place. It made her stomach twist, though she wasn’t sure why.

Then came the voices. High-pitched, excited, and growing louder by the second.

“Ruka-kun! Is that you?”

“It really is him!”

“Ruka! Over here!”

[Name] barely had time to process what was happening before a crowd of girls descended upon them, materializing out of nowhere like a pack of wolves spotting their prey. They surrounded Ruka in an instant, their faces glowing with adoration as they chattered and giggled, each vying for his attention.

“Ruka-kun, you look amazing today!”

“Are you free later? Maybe we can study together!”

“Do you remember me? We met at the mixer last month!”

[Name] froze, staring at the scene in disbelief. She’d always known her cousin was popular—his looks, his charisma, his effortless charm made him the center of attention wherever he went—but this? This was ridiculous.

Ruka, ever the smooth talker, handled the situation with ease. He offered a polite smile, his voice warm and disarming. “Ladies, it’s good to see you all. I appreciate the welcome.”

The girls only seemed to grow more fervent, pressing closer to him with starry-eyed expressions. [Name] felt a twinge of irritation bubbling up inside her. She rolled her eyes, letting out a deliberate, exaggerated cough to cut through the noise. “Ahem.”

The sound was sharp enough to draw attention, and the fangirls turned to look at her, their expressions shifting in an instant. Where there had been adoration moments ago, there was now thinly veiled hostility. Their eyes raked over her, taking in every detail, from her glasses to her hair, as if assessing a rival.

“Ruka-kun, who’s she?” one of them asked, her tone dripping with suspicion.

Another crossed her arms, her lip curling. “Is she your girlfriend or something?”

Before [Name] could respond, Ruka placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light but grounding. “No, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said, his tone steady and calm. “This is my cousin, [Name]. She just transferred here, and I’m helping her get settled.”

The fangirls didn’t even try to mask their disdain. One of them forced a smile, her tone sickly sweet. “Oh, how nice of you to help her.” The others muttered amongst themselves, their voices low but audible enough to catch snippets like, “She doesn’t look that special,” and, “Why is he wasting time on her?”

[Name]’s irritation spiked, but she managed to keep her composure. Barely. She forced a tight-lipped smile, adjusting her glasses. “It’s nice to meet you all,” she said curtly, though the underlying sarcasm was hard to miss.

Ruka, seemingly oblivious to the tension, turned back to the girls with his signature charm. “I’d love to catch up with all of you later, but I’ve got a lot to do right now. I need to help [Name] get to her dorm, pick up her uniform and schedule, and show her around campus.”

The girls pouted in unison, their disappointment palpable. “But Ruka-kun,” one of them whined, “can’t you stay for just a little while?”

“Sorry, ladies,” Ruka said with an apologetic smile. “Family comes first.”

Reluctantly, the group began to disperse, though not without casting a few lingering glares in [Name]’s direction. One of them even brushed past her intentionally, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “lucky brat.”

[Name] clenched her teeth, her hands tightening around the handles of her suitcases. “Unbelievable,” she muttered as they walked away. She turned to Ruka, her voice sharp. “Do they always act like that around you?”

Ruka shrugged, unbothered. “Pretty much.”

“Well, Mr. Popular, maybe you should teach your fan club some manners,” [Name] snapped. “The way they looked at me was ridiculous.”

“They’re harmless,” Ruka said, his tone dismissive as he grabbed one of her bags to help her out. “Besides, you’ll get used to it.”

[Name] let out a frustrated sigh, glaring at the retreating figures of the fangirls. As they made their way further into the campus, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that this was only the beginning of her frustrations. For all its grandeur, Blue Lock Academy already felt like it was going to test her patience—and not just because of the classes.

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The girls’ dormitory stood at the far edge of the campus, a towering structure with gothic arches and ivy trailing down its stone facade. The building exuded a certain elegance, its windows glinting in the golden afternoon sun. [Name]’s steps faltered slightly as she approached, her gaze sweeping up the sheer height of the place. It was beautiful, but also a bit intimidating—like everything else at Blue Lock Academy.

Ruka walked beside her, effortlessly carrying two of her heavier suitcases. His expression remained unreadable, though the occasional glances he cast around the area suggested his ever-present vigilance. “This is it,” he said, nodding toward the grand double doors ahead.

Before [Name] could raise a hand to knock, the doors swung open with surprising precision. Standing in the doorway was a striking young woman with long, glossy black hair cascading down her back. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with warmth, and her crisp uniform was adorned with an armband bearing the academy’s insignia. There was an air of authority about her, though her bright smile softened her otherwise commanding presence.

“Miss Sanzuku?” the girl asked, her voice lilting and cheerful.

[Name] blinked in surprise before stepping forward. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“Perfect timing! We’ve been expecting you,” the girl said, her smile widening. She extended a hand, which [Name] hesitantly shook. “I’m Akiko Moriyama, the dorm president. If you ever need anything or have any questions, you can come to me. I’m here to make sure your transition is as smooth as possible.”

[Name] nodded, offering a small smile in return. “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you.”

Akiko’s gaze shifted briefly to Ruka, and her smile took on a slightly more curious edge. “And you must be her brother?”

“Cousin,” Ruka corrected smoothly, his tone polite but distant. He shifted the bags in his hands slightly, giving Akiko a brief nod. “I’m just helping her settle in.”

“Ah, how kind of you,” Akiko replied, though her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary. She quickly turned back to [Name], her demeanor bright once more. “Anyway, let me show you to your room. You’ll be sharing it with another girl—she’s very nice, so I’m sure you’ll get along.”

[Name] felt a small pang of apprehension at the mention of a roommate. Sharing a space with someone new was always a gamble. Still, she nodded and followed as Akiko gestured for them to come inside.

The dormitory interior was just as grand as the exterior, with high ceilings and polished wooden floors that gleamed under the light of ornate chandeliers. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, and the distant hum of voices suggested the presence of other students somewhere beyond the main hall.

“This building is home to all the female students,” Akiko explained as they walked down a corridor lined with identical wooden doors. “Each room is designed to accommodate two people, and they come fully furnished. Curfew is at ten, though exceptions can be made for special events or late study sessions.”

“Got it,” [Name] said, her eyes scanning the hallway. Everything was so pristine and orderly, it almost felt unreal.

They stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall. Akiko pulled a key from her pocket and handed it to [Name]. “This will be your room. Your roommate should be back shortly, so you’ll have a chance to meet her soon.”

[Name] took the key, the cool metal feeling heavy in her hand. She glanced at Ruka, who set her bags down beside the door with practiced ease. “Thanks for the help,” she murmured, feeling a flicker of gratitude amidst her nerves.

Ruka gave her a small nod. “You’ll be fine,” he said simply, though his eyes lingered on her face as if assessing her resolve.

Akiko stepped back, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. “Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. If you need anything, my room is the one with the red ribbon on the door. Welcome to Blue Lock, [Name]!”

[Name] managed a smile as Akiko turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing softly down the hall. Turning back to the door, she slid the key into the lock and pushed it open. The room beyond was cozy and inviting, with two neatly made beds, a pair of desks, and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. A few personal touches—posters, books, and a colorful throw blanket—indicated that her roommate had already made herself at home.

“Well,” Ruka said, his voice breaking the silence, “it’s not bad.”

[Name] nodded, stepping inside and surveying the space. It wasn’t what she was used to, but it wasn’t terrible either. “Yeah, it’ll do.”

Ruka lingered in the doorway, his expression softening slightly. “If anything comes up, call me. I’ll be nearby.”

“I’ll be fine,” [Name] assured him, though the faint quiver in her voice betrayed her nerves.

He gave her one last look, his gaze steady and reassuring, before turning to leave. As the door clicked shut behind him, [Name] exhaled slowly, setting her bags down and taking a moment to absorb her new reality. Blue Lock was nothing like she’d imagined—and she had the distinct feeling it was only just the beginning.

[Name] knelt beside her bed, carefully folding a stack of shirts before sliding them into the bottom drawer of her dresser. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the window, casting warm golden hues across the room. She had just finished arranging her desk with a few knickknacks—a small photo of her family, her basketball trophy, and a notebook for jotting down thoughts—when the door creaked open behind her.

Startled, she turned to see a tall figure stepping into the room, lugging a large duffel bag over one shoulder. The girl paused, her dull violet eyes landing on [Name], and for a moment, the two stared at each other in silence.

The newcomer was striking in an unconventional way. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the messy yet soft texture of her black ombré hair, which faded into a silvery white at the ends. Dark circles framed her eyes, giving her a slightly tired look, and a small mole beneath the left side of her mouth added an elegant touch to her otherwise subdued features. Despite her somewhat unkempt appearance, she carried herself with an air of quiet confidence.

"Uh, hi," [Name] ventured, offering a tentative smile. She rose to her feet, brushing her hands on her jeans. "You must be my roommate."

The girl blinked, her expression softening slightly as she set her bag down by the other bed. “Yeah. Name’s Hitomi Kurosawa,” she said, her voice low and soft, though there was an edge of politeness to it. She glanced around the room, taking in the arrangement with a slight nod. “Looks like you’ve already made yourself at home.”

“I tried,” [Name] said with a small laugh. “I’m [Name] Sanzuku. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same,” Hitomi replied, pulling off her bag and setting it on the bed. She unzipped it and began pulling out clothes and books, organizing them with an almost mechanical efficiency. “Sorry if I seem a little out of it. It’s been a long day.”

“No worries.” [Name] stepped back to give her space but couldn’t help her curiosity. “So, uh… are you new here too?”

Hitomi glanced at her and shook her head. “First year. But I don’t spend much time around the dorms. I’m usually in the library or working on projects.” Her tone was matter-of-fact but not dismissive. “What about you? First time at Blue Lock?”

“Yeah,” [Name] admitted, her smile turning sheepish. “It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest. Everything’s so… intense.”

Hitomi let out a soft chuckle as she hung up a jacket in her wardrobe. “You’re not wrong. Blue Lock doesn’t do ‘normal.’ But you get used to it after a while.” She paused, then turned to face [Name] fully. “If you need help navigating anything, just let me know. I don’t mind showing you the ropes.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” [Name] said, feeling a flicker of relief. “You seem pretty chill. I think we’re gonna get along just fine.”

Hitomi raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “That’s good to hear. Most people think I’m too quiet or, uh…” She gestured vaguely at her dark circles. “...gloomy.”

[Name] waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, you’re cool. Honestly, I like the low-key vibe. It’s refreshing.”

Hitomi chuckled again, a genuine sound this time. “Well, that’s a first.” She sat on the edge of her bed and folded her hands in her lap. “Anyway, let’s get a few things straight about the dorm rules. Nothing too strict, but they’re important.”

“Shoot,” [Name] said, sitting cross-legged on her own bed and leaning forward.

Hitomi ticked off points on her fingers. “Curfew is at ten. No exceptions unless you have a written pass from a professor or event coordinator. Noise levels need to stay low after eight, especially in the hallways. No guys allowed in the dorm building. And if you see anything suspicious, report it immediately to Akiko or one of the dorm aides.”

[Name] nodded, taking mental notes. “Got it. Sounds fair.”

“Good,” Hitomi said, her tone softening slightly. “It’s mostly for safety. Blue Lock attracts all kinds of people, and while most are fine, there are a few… outliers.”

“Outliers?” [Name] tilted her head, curiosity piqued.

Hitomi’s expression darkened briefly, though not unkindly. “You’ll see. Just… be careful who you trust. Not everyone here has the best intentions.”

[Name] frowned but nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

The tension eased as Hitomi leaned back slightly, brushing her hair out of her face. “Anyway, what brings you here? You look more like a regular high schooler than most of the people who end up at Blue Lock.”

[Name] chuckled nervously. “Long story short? Basketball. I’ve been playing for years, and this place seemed like the next big step.”

Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly, and she nodded in approval. “Makes sense. You’ve got the build for it. Tall, athletic… I’d bet you’re pretty good.”

“Thanks,” [Name] said, feeling a blush creep up her neck. “What about you? What’s your thing?”

Hitomi shrugged. “Academics, mostly. My cousin’s the real standout in the family. You’ve probably heard of him—Nagi Seishiro.”

[Name] blinked, surprised. “Wait, Nagi? As in the Nagi? The soccer prodigy?”

Hitomi rolled her eyes, though there was a trace of affection in her exasperation. “Yeah, that’s him. Don’t let his lazy act fool you—he’s annoyingly talented. He’s probably the reason I ended up here, honestly.”

“Wow,” [Name] said, leaning back on her hands. “That’s wild. Small world, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” Hitomi muttered, though her lips twitched into a faint smile. She glanced at [Name] again, her gaze softening. “You seem alright, though. I think we’ll get along.”

“Same here,” [Name] said with a grin. “Thanks for, you know, not being weird or standoffish. It means a lot.”

Hitomi shrugged again but smiled faintly. “No problem. Welcome to Blue Lock, [Name].”

As [Name] set her phone down after reading Ruka’s message, she offered an apologetic smile to Hitomi. “Looks like my cousin’s already losing his patience. I better head out before he sends another one of his dramatic texts.”

Hitomi chuckled lightly, leaning against her desk. “No worries. I’ll probably see you around later. And hey, if you need help finding anything, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Hitomi. You’re a lifesaver,” [Name] said, grabbing her phone and stepping toward the door. She glanced back briefly. “I’ll catch you later!”

Stepping outside into the brisk late-afternoon air, [Name] scanned the courtyard until her eyes landed on Ruka. He was lounging against a tree near the gates, arms crossed, looking effortlessly charismatic as usual. A few students nearby had noticed him, whispering among themselves, but Ruka seemed indifferent to the attention. His sharp red eyes flicked to [Name] as she approached.

“Finally,” he said, straightening up. “I was about to send out a search party.”

[Name] rolled her eyes with a grin. “Relax, it’s not like I kept you waiting for hours.”

Ruka smirked, brushing a strand of black hair out of his face. “Fair enough. Come on, kid. Let’s get you acquainted with this place before you get lost on your first day.”

The two began walking, the crunch of gravel under their shoes mingling with the distant hum of student chatter. The campus was vast, sprawling with a mix of sleek, modern architecture and lush greenery that made it feel more like a private estate than a school.

Their first stop was a breathtaking flower garden tucked away in a quiet corner of the campus. Rows of vibrant flowers in every color imaginable stretched as far as the eye could see, their sweet fragrance carried by the breeze. In the middle stood a grand greenhouse, its glass panels reflecting the fading sunlight.

“This is the garden,” Ruka explained. “Not really my thing, but I figured you’d appreciate it.”

[Name]’s eyes lit up as she took in the sight. “It’s beautiful. I could definitely see myself hanging out here.”

“Just don’t get lost in there,” Ruka said, nodding toward the greenhouse. “It’s bigger than it looks.”

They continued on, heading toward the sprawling football field, where a few students were practicing drills. The sound of a whistle echoed in the air. Ruka gestured toward the bleachers. “That’s where most of the action happens. Not that you’ll need to worry about football unless you’re planning on ditching basketball.”

“Not a chance,” [Name] said with a laugh, her gaze lingering on the field for a moment before they moved on.

Next was the gym, an impressive facility with gleaming floors and state-of-the-art equipment, followed by the indoor pools, where the faint smell of chlorine filled the air. [Name] marveled at the sheer scale of everything, from the canteen, bustling with students grabbing snacks, to the enormous library that left her momentarily speechless.

“This place is insane,” she said as they walked past rows of towering shelves filled with books.

Ruka shrugged. “They don’t do anything halfway here. You’ll get used to it.”

They passed by the gift shop, filled with Blue Lock-themed merchandise, before finally arriving at the Main Hall. The grandiose building loomed ahead, its high ceilings and intricate details making it clear this was the heart of the campus. Inside, Ruka pointed out the classrooms on the first level. “Most of your classes will be here. They don’t have lockers, though, so get ready to carry all your stuff.”

“Seriously?” [Name] groaned. “That’s gonna be a pain.”

“Welcome to Blue Lock,” Ruka said with a smirk. He gestured toward a staircase. “Second floor has the Headmaster’s Office, the Infirmary, and the club rooms. Just stay out of trouble, and you won’t need to visit most of those.”

As they made their way back outside, the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the campus. [Name] felt a strange sense of exhilaration and unease. Everything was so new and overwhelming, but it was hard not to feel a spark of excitement.

Yet, as they walked, Ruka’s demeanor shifted. His steps became slower, his gaze sharp and deliberate as he scanned their surroundings. [Name] frowned, noticing his change in behavior.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Ruka didn’t answer immediately, his eyes flicking to a nearby group of students before returning to the path ahead. “Probably nothing,” he said after a moment, his tone casual but his posture tense. “Just… stay close.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. She trusted Ruka to have her back, whatever it was.

Unbeknownst to her, someone had been trailing them from the moment they left the dormitory. A figure lingered in the shadows, watching their every move with an unnerving intensity. Ruka could feel their presence, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, but whoever it was remained just out of sight.

The unease lingered as they continued their tour, but Ruka’s protective presence kept [Name] from noticing too much. Whatever—or whoever—was out there, he’d make sure they didn’t get too close. For now, his focus was on keeping his cousin safe in this unfamiliar place.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As Ruka and [Name] strolled through one of the many grand halls of Blue Lock Academy, [Name]’s attention was caught by a colorful display on the bulletin board. Bright posters featuring action shots, schedules, and energetic slogans for various clubs adorned the space. Her eyes immediately landed on one in particular: the Blue Lock Women’s Basketball Club. The bold text read, “Passion. Precision. Power. Join Us!”

“Basketball, huh?” she murmured, leaning closer to examine the details.

Ruka, who had been distractedly scanning the area with a protective vigilance, turned his attention to her. “Thinking about joining?” he asked, his tone lighter than it had been earlier.

[Name] grinned and pointed at the poster. “Of course! I mean, how could I not? I can’t imagine going a semester without playing. It’d be torture.”

“Well, it’s settled then,” Ruka said with a nod. “You should sign up. You’ve got the skills, and it’d probably do you some good to meet a few people who share your interests.”

“Are you saying I need friends?” [Name] teased, though there was a playful lilt in her voice.

Ruka smirked. “I’m saying you’ll lose your mind if all you do is sit around the dorm and study. Come on, I’ll wait while you fill out the form.”

[Name] didn’t need to be told twice. She found the sign-up sheet tacked to the board, scribbled her name and contact information with enthusiasm, and stepped back with a triumphant smile. “Done!”

As they turned to continue down the hall, Ruka glanced at her with an approving nod. “You’re gonna crush it.”

“Of course I will,” [Name] said with a confident laugh. “The Sanzuku legacy demands it.”

They walked a bit further, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the pristine marble floors, but before they could round the corner, a voice interrupted their path.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Ruka Sanzuku.”

The tone was low and calm, but it carried a weight that made Ruka freeze mid-step. His jaw tensed, and he swore under his breath before turning around, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.

[Name], surprised by the sudden halt, blinked and followed his gaze. Her eyes landed on a tall, striking figure with sharp features, intense aquamarine eyes, and a mop of copper-red hair that was as carefully tousled as it was deliberate. He wore the Blue Lock uniform with an effortless confidence, his hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned slightly against the wall, like he owned the place. There was an air of nonchalance about him, but his presence was magnetic, commanding attention without even trying.

Ruka’s voice was tight as he spoke. “Sae Itoshi.”

[Name] tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her mint-green and lavender eyes. “Who’s that?” she whispered softly, glancing at her cousin.

Ruka ignored her question, subtly stepping in front of her as if to shield her from view. “What do you want, Itoshi?” he asked, his tone curt.

Sae’s gaze, which had initially been locked on Ruka, shifted slightly, landing on [Name]. The moment their eyes met, a strange tension filled the air. [Name], unaware of the silent battle raging between the two men, offered a polite, if not slightly confused, smile.

Sae’s lips twitched, almost forming a smirk, but there was something darker beneath his composed expression. “I was just passing by,” he said casually, though his eyes never left [Name]. “Didn’t expect to see you here. And who’s this?”

Ruka’s body stiffened, his shoulders squaring as he tried to block Sae’s line of sight. “No one you need to worry about.”

[Name] frowned at her cousin’s tone, peeking around him. “I’m his cousin,” she said simply, her voice light and friendly. “[Name] Sanzuku. Nice to meet you.”

Sae’s aquamarine eyes darkened for a split second, a flicker of something unrecognizable flashing through them. But he gave a polite nod in return, his lips curving into a faint smile. “[Name], huh?” He said her name slowly, as if tasting the syllables. “Charmed.”

Ruka clenched his jaw, his voice low and warning. “Don’t even think about it, Itoshi.”

Sae raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Think about what? I’m just introducing myself. No harm in that, is there?”

Despite Ruka’s clear discomfort, [Name] remained unfazed. “It’s fine, Ruka,” she said, placing a hand on his arm. She looked back at Sae, her smile warm and disarming. “You must be a friend of Ruka’s.”

At that, Sae let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Friend? That’s one way to put it.”

Ruka glared at him, but before he could say anything, he caught the subtle way Sae’s gaze lingered on [Name]. The calm facade Sae usually wore cracked, just enough for Ruka to see the flicker of something dangerous beneath it—an intensity that unsettled him.

[Name], completely unaware of the silent exchange, tilted her head. “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”

Sae’s gaze softened, almost imperceptibly, at her question. For a moment, he looked almost human, as if her simple inquiry had reached past whatever walls he’d built around himself. But then his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and the moment was gone, replaced by that same cold, calculated presence.

“No,” he said, his voice quiet. “But I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

Ruka had heard enough. Without another word, he grabbed [Name]’s arm and pulled her back, earning a surprised protest from her.

“Ruka! What the—?”

“We’re leaving,” Ruka said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

[Name] glanced back at Sae as Ruka dragged her away. To her surprise, Sae was still standing there, his piercing aquamarine eyes locked onto hers. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that made her shiver, though she didn’t understand why.

As they disappeared down the hall, Sae remained rooted in place, watching them leave. His heart, usually cold and unyielding, thudded in his chest with an unfamiliar excitement. There was something about her—something magnetic, something irresistible.

His lips curved into a small, private smile as he muttered under his breath, “[Name] Sanzuku…”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Sae felt something stir within him. Something he couldn’t quite place. Obsession.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As Ruka led [Name] down the hallway in long, determined strides, she finally yanked her arm free. “Ruka, seriously, stop dragging me around like a kid!” she snapped, rubbing her wrist with a frown.

Ruka stopped, his shoulders rising and falling as he took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes flickered with an unusual unease. He finally turned to face her, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something uncharacteristically vulnerable.

[Name] stepped closer, her voice softer now. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been on edge ever since we ran into that Sae guy.”

Ruka hesitated, looking past her down the empty hallway as if expecting someone to appear at any moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling slowly. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” she said firmly, crossing her arms. “Talk to me, Ruka.”

He sighed, his broad shoulders sagging slightly as he relented. “Alright, fine. But you need to listen carefully, [Name]. That guy back there—Sae Itoshi—he’s not just some random student. He’s part of the New Gen 11.”

[Name] blinked, her expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. “New Gen 11? What’s that?”

Ruka ran a hand through his hair, clearly not thrilled about explaining. “They’re the elite of the elite at Blue Lock College. The top students in every way—academically, athletically, socially. They’re on a completely different level from the rest of us. They even wear different uniforms to make it painfully obvious.”

“Different uniforms?” [Name] echoed, trying to picture it.

“Yeah. Black blazers with silver embroidery, tailored to perfection. They make us regular students look like peasants.” He gestured to his own standard Blue Lock uniform with a small scoff. “They also have their own private dorms, their own luxury clubroom—it’s like something out of a damn royal palace.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you know all this… how?”

Ruka hesitated, then looked her straight in the eye. “Because I’m one of them.”

Her mouth fell open slightly, her mismatched eyes widening. “You’re… what?”

“I’m part of the New Gen 11,” Ruka admitted, his tone heavy with reluctance. “I didn’t want to tell you because it’s not exactly something I’m proud of. But yeah, I’m one of those so-called elites. And unfortunately, so is Sae Itoshi.”

[Name] processed this for a moment before her brow furrowed. “Okay, but if there are eleven of you, why have I only met Sae so far? Where are the others?”

“That’s the only bit of good news I have for you,” Ruka said with a small, humorless laugh. “Most of them aren’t here right now. They’ve gone to Europe for an exchange program. But there are still four of us on campus—me, Sae, Don Lorenzo, and Michael Kaiser.”

[Name] tilted her head. “Don Lorenzo? Michael Kaiser? They don’t sound like the type to keep things low-key.”

“They’re not,” Ruka said grimly. “That’s why I’m warning you, [Name]. These guys—Sae included—are dangerous in their own ways. They have power, influence, and a ridiculous amount of freedom to do whatever the hell they want. You can’t trust any of them. Promise me you’ll stay away from them.”

[Name] softened at the clear worry in his voice. “Ruka… I get that you’re worried, but I’m not some helpless kid. I can handle myself. Besides, Sae didn’t seem all that bad. A little intense, sure, but he was polite.”

“Polite?” Ruka’s tone sharpened, his eyes narrowing. “[Name], you didn’t see the way he looked at you. He wasn’t being polite; he was sizing you up. Guys like Sae don’t do polite things unless it serves their purpose.”

[Name] frowned. “You think he’s interested in me or something?”

“I know he is,” Ruka said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “And that’s exactly why I’m telling you to stay away. You don’t know these people like I do. Sae doesn’t care about anyone unless they can give him something he wants. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he wants from you.”

[Name] placed a hand on his arm, her voice calm and steady. “Okay, I hear you. I’ll be careful, Ruka. I won’t go looking for trouble, alright? But you need to relax. I’m not going to get myself killed by talking to someone.”

Ruka exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “I’m serious, [Name]. These guys don’t play by the same rules as the rest of us. Just… keep your distance, okay? For me.”

She nodded, giving him a small smile. “Alright. I promise. But you need to stop worrying so much. You’ll give yourself gray hair before you hit thirty.”

Ruka snorted, his lips twitching into a reluctant smirk. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re overprotective,” [Name] shot back, nudging him lightly as they resumed walking. “Now, let’s get back to figuring out where I’m supposed to be tomorrow before you start making me wear a GPS tracker or something.”

Despite her lighthearted tone, Ruka couldn’t shake the unease lingering in his chest. Sae Itoshi wasn’t someone to be taken lightly, and the thought of him getting anywhere near [Name] was enough to make Ruka’s blood run cold.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As the Sanzuku cousins approached the headmaster’s office, [Name] couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. The grand double doors loomed ahead, engraved with intricate patterns that gave the place a sense of authority. Ruka opened one side with ease, ushering her in with a nod.

Inside, the office was surprisingly welcoming. Warm oak shelves lined with books stretched to the ceiling, and sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden hue over the room. Sitting at a polished mahogany desk was a woman with short, neat hair and sharp glasses. She stood as they entered, greeting them with a kind yet professional smile.

“Ah, you must be [Name] Sanzuku,” the woman said, stepping forward. “Welcome to Blue Lock College. I’m Anri Teieri, the vice principal. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

[Name] nodded, trying not to let her nervousness show. “Thank you, Vice Principal Teieri. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ruka, standing protectively behind his cousin, gave Anri a polite nod but remained silent.

Anri gestured for them to sit on the plush chairs in front of her desk. “Let’s go over a few things. First, here’s your schedule.” She handed [Name] a crisp piece of paper and continued, “And your uniform has been tailored to fit you perfectly. It includes everything you’ll need.”

Anri reached into a nearby wardrobe and pulled out the uniform. It was neatly folded, its colors striking even in the soft lighting of the room. The dark grey short-sleeved shirt with a Peter Pan collar was accented with vibrant red highlights. The double red tie, adorned with a thin dark grey line near the bottom and a delicate chain connecting the collar’s edges, added a touch of elegance. The pleated red skirt had a hint of black lace trimming, falling just past mid-thigh. Black socks and stylish red-and-brown shoes completed the ensemble.

[Name]’s eyes widened slightly as she examined the uniform. “Wow, it’s… detailed.”

“It’s one of our signature designs,” Anri explained with pride. “It’s both practical and stylish, designed to represent the school’s standard of excellence.”

[Name] unfolded her schedule, scanning the list of classes. At first, she felt a sense of relief—mathematics, science, art, physical education—but her expression soured when her eyes landed on history. “Ugh, history,” she muttered, barely suppressing a groan.

Ruka leaned over her shoulder, smirking. “Already found your favorite class, huh?”

She shot him a look. “It’s the worst. I just know it’s going to be full of dates and boring lectures.”

Ruka’s teasing demeanor faded as his eyes landed on the name of her history teacher. “Chris Prince,” he said under his breath, frowning.

“What about him?” [Name] asked, tilting her head curiously.

Ruka leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Let’s just say I don’t trust him. He’s… intense. Let’s hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.”

Anri glanced between them, clearly noticing Ruka’s shift in tone but choosing not to comment. “If you have any concerns, [Name], you can always come to me. We want you to feel safe and supported here.”

[Name] nodded, giving her a small smile. “Thanks, Vice Principal. I appreciate that.”

After collecting her schedule and uniform, both cousins stood to leave. [Name] bowed politely. “Thank you for everything, Vice Principal Teieri.”

“You’re very welcome,” Anri replied, smiling warmly. “I’m sure you’ll thrive here. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.”

As they exited the office, Ruka held the door open for [Name] and shot one last glance back, his protective instincts still on high alert.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The day ended on a lighter note as the two found a cozy café near campus. The little establishment was charming, with soft lighting, a warm wooden interior, and the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee mingling with sweet pastries. They sat by the window, the bustling campus just visible outside.

[Name] sipped her hot chocolate, letting out a content sigh. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Today was a little overwhelming, but this makes it worth it.”

Ruka chuckled, stirring his coffee. “It’s just the beginning. You’re going to need a lot more than hot chocolate to survive this place.”

She smirked. “I’ve got my charm and basketball skills. I’ll be fine.”

Ruka shook his head, though a small smile tugged at his lips. Despite everything, seeing her so at ease made him feel a little less anxious about leaving her to navigate Blue Lock on her own. Still, the lingering memory of Sae’s gaze kept him on edge.

“You’ve got this, [Name],” Ruka said after a moment, his tone soft but firm. “Just… keep your promise. Stay away from trouble.”

[Name] gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Ruka. You’ve got to stop worrying so much.”

He nodded but remained quiet, his gaze drifting to the window. The shadows of the day stretched long across the campus, and somewhere deep in his gut, he knew this was only the beginning of something much bigger.

The cozy café bustled with soft chatter and the gentle clink of cups against saucers, an inviting escape from the sprawling campus outside. [Name] and Ruka sat at a corner table near the window, their steaming beverages in hand. [Name] twirled her spoon idly, savoring her hot chocolate, while Ruka leaned back in his chair, his coffee untouched as he kept a watchful eye on the room. Despite his efforts to stay vigilant, he had no idea they were being watched.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In the shadows outside the café, Alexis Ness stood hidden behind a nearby lamppost, his phone held at an angle to capture the Sanzuku cousins. His thin lips curled into a sinister smirk as he zoomed in on [Name]’s animated expression, the warmth in her smile sharp against the cold, calculating gaze of his phone camera. Her laughter reached his ears faintly through the café window, and he chuckled darkly.

“Charming, isn’t she?” Ness muttered to himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Too charming for her own good.”

He adjusted the focus and started recording again, this time catching Ruka’s protective demeanor as he leaned forward, speaking to his cousin. Alexis scoffed softly. “Still playing the overbearing bodyguard, Ruka? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

The video continued to roll as Alexis pulled out another phone and began typing a message. His fingers moved quickly over the screen as he attached the recording and hit send.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

In the opulent club room of the New Gen 11, Michael Kaiser lounged on a plush chaise, the very picture of decadent elegance. The space around him was regal to the point of extravagance—velvet drapes hung from high windows, soft golden light glinted off crystal chandeliers, and the room smelled faintly of fresh roses and old books. A finely brewed cup of rosemary tea sat on the polished glass table before him.

The chime of his phone interrupted the tranquility, and he lazily reached for it, swirling his tea with the other hand. Seeing the message from Alexis, his lips stretched into a wicked grin. He opened the video and leaned back into the chaise, letting the footage play.

The sight of Ruka and [Name] laughing together in the café sparked something venomous in him. His sharp blue eyes darkened as they lingered on [Name]’s figure, her soft smile and carefree demeanor, a stark contrast to the storm of cruel thoughts brewing in his mind. He rewound the video, playing it again, this time narrowing his gaze on her expressions, her movements.

“Hmm,” Kaiser murmured, his voice low and smooth like velvet. “So this is the girl Ruka’s been hiding.”

He set the phone down momentarily, lifting his cup of tea to his lips. The subtle aroma of rosemary teased his senses as he took a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth of the tea didn’t dull the growing obsession sparking within him.

“Ruka always had a penchant for playing the hero,” Kaiser muttered, swirling the tea in his cup absentmindedly. “Let’s see what happens when his precious cousin isn’t under his wing anymore.”

Picking up the phone again, Kaiser tapped the screen, pausing the video on [Name]’s smiling face. His smirk grew, sharp and predatory. He leaned forward, his fangs gleaming faintly in the warm light of the clubroom.

“She’s perfect,” he mused, his tone cold yet laced with fascination. “The perfect pawn to break him. To humiliate him. To crush him.”

Kaiser stood, his movements fluid and calculated as he placed the teacup back on its saucer. His gaze was fixed on the paused image of [Name], an air of possessiveness settling around him like a dark cloud.

“Let the games begin,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. His smirk deepened, showing off his gleaming vampire fangs before he shut off the phone.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:

Back in the café, [Name] felt a shiver run down her spine. She paused mid-sip, glancing over her shoulder, a fleeting unease tugging at her thoughts. Ruka noticed her sudden shift and leaned forward.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his tone low, his protective instincts kicking in.

[Name] hesitated before shaking her head. “No, it’s probably nothing. Just… felt like someone was watching us.”

Ruka’s jaw tightened imperceptibly as he glanced around the café, his sharp eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary. Yet, there was nothing to see—only patrons, baristas, and the faint hum of café life.

Still, outside the warm glow of the café’s windows, Alexis Ness watched them for another moment before slipping away into the shadows, his task complete. And far away in the grandeur of the New Gen 11’s domain, Michael Kaiser’s mind churned with cruel plans, his fixation on [Name] growing more dangerous by the second.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

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youngmio · 3 days ago

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or, you’re trying to take a picture that will help you win the photography contest at your new school. and just like luck would have it, it comes to you in a pretty lad.

content warning : no blue lock!au. gn!reader. fluff. isagi x reader. first meeting. possibly inaccurate Japanese & Scottish dialogues.

Your shoes bite the concrete as you walk on the path, passing the open verdant field that has been clearly maintained by school. Your gaze follows the clean cut lines of where the grass meets the stone. It can go unnoticeable to the average student—a textbook example of ‘where’s waldo?” like if that candy cane man had any better career choice with that sickly smile on his face. Plus, isn’t his whole deal to be hidden?

The open space doesn’t carry the scent of warm rain that you’ve coddled up to majority of your life. And you are out here acting like an explorer dramatically waiting to hit oil so greedy hands—preferably fat—can bring gold to your way.

It’s late enough that students who don’t have extracurricular activities have already been sent home and filling their stomachs with a warm meal. Whether it’s ramen or something more extravagant, it’s no ones business. Just say your thanks before every meal and you won’t get any bad luck. Er, something like that. Ah dinnae ken. It can’t be helped that Japanese customs haven’t smacked you with the force of your mum’s hand.

You fiddle with the aperture of your camera, a nervous tick. You need to capture something to win the school’s photography contest. Not that you aren’t confident, you’ve won a couple awards in photography back in Scotland but in Japan? Yer aff yer heid.

As your eyes lift from the ground, you notice someone making their way toward you along the path, their expression a mix of frustration and disappointment, reminiscent of someone who just bombed a test after burning the midnight oil to prepare. Bonney lad. You come to a sudden stop, and your mind experiences a moment similar to that scene in Ratatouille where the plump—fat—rat eats the cheese and strawberry.

Don’t freak him out, don’t freak him out, don’t—

Composing yourself, you bow gently, making sure to be in his way like some perfume seller trying to get you to try their pricey products. “すみません,” you say ‘casually,’ your voice cracking slightly as you take in… well, him. “Um, 私はあなたの写真を撮ってもいいですか?”

The—pretty—boy’s eyes widen and he looks just as pretty as a magnolia in may. If the flower had a subtle peachy red on it’s cheekbones and tips of it’s ears. His lips part after a few seconds of stunned silence, “Eh, すみません?”

“なんてすてきな画像です、あなたの笑顔がとてもかわいいよ,” you comment, looking at him with an earnest gaze. You’ve learned not to be too bold in your words, but Isagi still blushes at the compliments no matter how casually it leaves your parted lips.

“Eh! 全然〜ない,” he replied, his hand rubbing his neck. A nervous tick you’ve noticed from the time you’ve spent together. If Isagi was a test, you’d get full marks.

A soft chuckle leaves your throat, before your hand gently pulls his own. Your thumb brushes against his knuckles like if petting a flower, a very pretty flower. “I like you, Yoichi,” you whisper like a prayer.

But even as Isagi reads your lips, he doesn’t know what you’re saying. And you’re happy to keep this secret to yourself because a delicate flower doesn’t deserve a brash camera.

author’s note •┈ ⋆. ❥ ｡ﾟ

+ first writing post on this acc. don’t expect too much of me, i’m still figuring my writing style.

+ this is meant to be unfinished and short. i’m not good at writing so this was just a test run if anyone likes it, so if this does well then i’ll be more inclined to start writing

#mio signing out 𖥔 ݁˖#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk x you #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #bllk isagi #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi fluff

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tteokdoroki · 2 months ago

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ᯓ★ ONCE UPON A FUCK ME !? — kinktober 2024 !

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the filthiest fairytale of them all? your favourite storybook characters, reimagined.

✧ there’s a note from your fairy godmother - hello my angels !! welcome to another kinktober. i hope you guys are as excited as i am. wave your magic wand here ! to join the taglist. rb for a happy ending ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

✧ read the blurb - each of the following fairytales contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER ONE RAPUNZEL - satoru gojo.

[OCT 1ST ★ BONDAGE] once upon a time, a girl trapped in a tower with nothing but her extremely lavish, long hair as company decides…fuck it and sleeps with a handsome stranger to get what she wants.

additional kinks. orgasm control, sensory deprivation, edging, thigh riding, spit kink, outer-course, begging, switching.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER EIGHT BEAUTY & THE BEAST - katsuki bakugou.

[OCT 8TH ★ MONSTER FUCKING] once upon a time, a village girl thinks to herself — fuck it! being trapped inside a castle with a monstrous sexy bloody beast isn’t so bad… she might as well make it worth her while.

additional kinks. bath sex, soft sex, blood play, size kink, praise kink, body worship, body modifications.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER FIFTEEN CINDERELLA - tobio kageyama.

[OCT 15TH ★ MUTUAL MASTURBATION] once upon a time, a soon-to-be crowned princess, once down on her luck, says fuck it and settles on consummating her marriage with the crown prince before they’re actually due to be married.

additional kinks. oral sex, clothed sex, cherry chasing, first time, corruption.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE LITTLE MERMAID - eijirou kirishima.

[OCT 16TH ★ FUCK OR DIE] once upon a time, a princess decides — fuck it! fuck the engagement. who cares when a sexy half-man, half -fish…prince? whatever! needs to drown her in an ocean of pleasure in order to survive…

additional kinks. underwater sex, ritualistic sex, voice kink, pain kink, choking, quickie.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY - seishiro nagi.

[OCT 22ND ★ SOMNOPHILIA] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake…

additional kinks. hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, free use, dub con, cumplay.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY NINE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - yuuji itadori.

[OCT 29TH ★ KNOTTING] once upon a time, a curious little girl says fuck it and disobeyes her mother’s only wish. stay on the path when you visit your granny, you don’t want to get snatched up by the big bad wolf.

additional kinks. wolf hybrids, mating season, oral fixation, sweat + scent kink, pregnancy kink, lactation, breeding, a/b/o.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ BONUS CHAPTER: GOLDILOCKS & THE THREE BEARS - bachira, isagi 'n nagi.

[OCT 31ST ★ CUCKING] once upon a time, a sweet little bear hybrid on her own in the woods decides... fuck it! she'll teach that pesky thief goldilocks what it really means to share. with the help of friends, of course.

additional kinks. bear hybrids, double penetration, mutual masturbation, deep throating, brat taming, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, foursome, dub-con, coercion, marking, oral sex.

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bluelockmaniac · 5 months ago

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˖⋆࿐໋ "PLEASE, COME BACK."

★ ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, don lorenzo, oliver aiku, isagi yoichi & otoya eita (honourable mentions). synopsis. your ex-partners are desperate for you and need you back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 content warning. general: pet names (princess, baby, etc). sae: suggestive. ness: mentions of stalking, obsessive, creepy ngl. reo: parental humiliation, mother reader. oliver: cheating (duh), he gets slapped lmfao.

notes. total word count: 3.3k !! , angsty ? fem!reader .

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rainy days were the worst, you mused bitterly, recalling how rin had chosen a stormy day, much akin to this, to break things off with you.

you sneezed into your elbow, feeling the tiny droplets of water cascade down, peppering your bare skin relentlessly. you shivered as you sat on a random bench in the nearest park, regretting your decision to skip checking the weather app today.

wrapping your arms around yourself, cold and damp, you anxiously waited for a certain someone to pick you up.

suddenly, the freezing, stinging sensation of the raindrops on your skin ceased. you noticed a pair of legs in front of you and tilted your head up, meeting the familiar gaze of the man you had once called yours. his arm was outstretched, holding an umbrella above your head.

“y/n…” rin's voice was quiet, barely audible over the splattering rain.

your eyes widen, quickly darting down to stare at your empty lap. your fingers gripped the bench tightly. "hi," you mumbled, the word barely escaping your lips. this was probably the first time he had ever initiated a conversation with you; in your past relationship, that had always been your role. what was he doing here, anyway?

as if reading your mind, he spoke up awkwardly, “i just finished my afternoon jog…” he paused, shuffling his feet slightly. “do you want a ride?”

you finally looked up at him again, shaking your head subtly. “no, thank you... i'm waiting for someone right now.”

“ah, i see.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he internally cursed himself for his clumsy attempt and for possibly making things worse by asking in the first place.

a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between you, but when the tension was too unbearable to handle, he broke the silence.

“i'm… fuck, i'm sorry, okay?” he lowered his head, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. “for everything in the past. for always ignoring you and neglecting you... if you want, we can–”

the loud honking sound of a car in the distance caught the attention of both you and rin. his brows furrowed in confusion as you stood up and walked a few steps towards the car, throwing him a faint smile.

“ah, it seems like my boyfriend is here.”

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

by no means was your relationship with sae horrible; in fact, it was quite the opposite. he consistently spoiled you with gifts and favourite snacks, treated you better than his teammates and the public, and always made you feel like the only girl in the universe.

so why had you both mutually agreed to call things off? the challenges of a long-distance relationship became overwhelming.

his frequent travels abroad for football games and the substantial timezone difference made regular communication difficult. every time you called, he would be asleep, and by the time you woke up, you’d see numerous missed calls from him.

nonetheless, it was safe to say that there were still lingering feelings between you both.

you sat down on your plush couch, turning on the television. immediately, the exclusive football channel that your tv always seemed to be tuned into appeared, and this time, it featured a live interview with your ex-boyfriend.

“sae…” you whispered softly upon seeing him.

it seemed as though the interviewer had already wrapped up the important questions, and was now delving into more personal topics.

“thank you, itoshi-san. next question, is there anything in particular that you enjoy doing?”

the football prodigy rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. with a blank expression, he replied, “my girlfriend.”

you felt your face heat up at the suggestive implication, pressing your hands to your warming cheeks– he had never had a girlfriend besides you and had promised he wouldn’t date anyone else. he was talking about you.

to make matters worse for your fragile heart, sae stared right into the camera lens with a subtle smirk, as if he knew you would be watching. the shallow stirring in your heart has confirmed what you already feared: you hadn’t gotten over him, and you knew you never would.

silence louder than a roaring engine filled the enclosure, before the interviewer broke the awkward stillness. “... s-sorry?” the lady was clearly caught off-guard, blinking at him once, twice.

sae scoffed impatiently, “did you not hear me the first time?”

“a-ah, yes, of course.” the woman stammered quickly, trying to recover her professionalism. “you... enjoy doing your girlfriend, yes.”

“used to,” he muttered under his breath, but the interviewer caught it.

“oh, i'm sorry,”

“yeah.”

unfortunately, the lady decided to press on, pushing her luck to pry more information from him. “so, itoshi-san, why did you break up with your girlfriend? could you provide your fans more information regarding your love li–”

he frowned deeply, shoving his hands into his pockets and abruptly standing up to leave, his manager pathetically following behind him. “shut up. you're annoying, leave me alone, ugly.”

later that day, you received a text message from sae.

'i need you back asap. i can help you settle here in spain and i'll pay for the plane ticket and shit.'

you would have never responded so quickly to a single text message had you still been in the long distance relationship. but, you still had a life here– your family, your childhood memories. you hesitated, leaving him on read for now, until you could think of something to reply with later.

a few weeks passed.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

in a way, you blame yourself for thinking you could play the ‘i can change him,’ game. despite this, your efforts, though minimal, were somehow significant. he became increasingly dependent on you, seeking your comfort whenever he was upset over a game or haunted by memories of his harsh past.

he particularly loved resting his head on your comfortable lap as you raked your fingers through his blond hair, or when you kissed the tattoo on his neck, assuring him that everything would be okay.

but it had become exhausting. too repetitive. irritating, even. his daily venting sessions had taken a toll on your mental well-being, and you simply could not bear it any longer.

unfortunately, the breakup ended on bad terms, with both of you hurling insults and belittling each other.

you happened to run into him at the airport. quickly, you shifted your gaze away, hoping that he had not taken notice of you. but luck seemed to mock you, and you could already hear his distinctive footsteps approaching.

"hey," he said nonchalantly, tapping on your shoulder to get your attention. “look at me, talk to me.”

your expression wavered as you hesitantly met his gaze, pursing your lips unsurely. “hi, michael,” you muttered softly.

a shallow line etched between his brows. “michael? you know that's not my name. say it properly.”

“it's not micha anymore, though,” you retorted, turning and walking toward the airplane boarding aisle as the passenger announcement was made.

“tch,” he scoffed, quickly making his way to his team, who were boarding the plane from the exclusive gate reserved for the elite football team of bastard münchen.

it was unfortunate that he had to board the same plane as you, but this was just a layover for you- you still had another flight to take before reaching your final destination.

closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the circular window, drifting off to sleep. when you slowly opened your eyes, however, you were not met with the kind gaze of the old lady who had been sitting next to you.

instead, you found yourself staring into a pair of cerulean eyes. he rested his chin on his hand, his elbow propped up on the armrest, watching you intently.

instantly, your eyes flutter fully open and a hurried gasp escaped your lips. “m-michael, you scared me,” you stuttered.

he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away. “the old hag was more than happy to sit in the exclusive seats section,” he muttered simply.

“i still haven't forgiven you,” he added, his eyes darting back to you. “but, fuck, come back already. stop being so stubborn.”

you sighed softly, taking his hands in yours. “michael, your rants aggravated my own anger issues. it literally wasn't good for my mental and emotional health.”

he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. when the plane finally descended one minute later, kaiser stood up, opening the overhead compartment above your seat, and handed you your two small suitcases.

placing his hand on your cheek, he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “...don't block my number. i still want to see you. and talk to you.”

you nodded reluctantly, thanking him for the suitcases. as you looked at him once more before walking away, you spoke softly,

“please, consider going to therapy, micha.”

୨ৎ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

what's better than returning home, exhaustion from work gnawing at your bones, only to find your ex-boyfriend lounging comfortably on a couch in your living room as if he owned the place?

you froze mid-step, breath catching in your throat. “alexis, what the fuck?” you spat angrily.

“y/n!” he immediately sprang up, his face lighting up alarmingly as he flashes you an innocent smile.

he casually strides towards you– as if he had no concept of personal space– and holds up a familiar DVD case. “schatz, remember this? i thought we could watch it, since i remember it was your favourite…”

your pulse quickened, instinctively stepping back. but, ness intercepted, possessively coiling his arms around you and enveloping you in a firm hug. his grip tightened slightly as you attempted to withdraw– but he was careful not to hurt you.

ness buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “you'll watch it with me, won't you?” he smiled, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"alexis, how the fuck did you even get in?" you demanded, mustering the strength to break free and pry his arms off, snatching the remote and turning off the television.

he pouted, "i had the spare key you gave me! now won't you—"

“you're just as creepy and obsessive as ever,” you shot back, feeling intruded and unsettled, “there's a reason i broke up with you.”

his expression crumbled and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “d-don't say that, remember all the good times we had? we belong together!” his voice quivered with desperation as he leaned pathetically against the wall.

“yeah, i thought so too,” you countered, “until i caught you, lurking in the corner of my eye, watching me with a friend at the mall.” you gestured towards the door. “leave, now, and give me back the damned key.”

tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he reluctantly handed back the key. his fingers lingered against yours for a moment longer than necessary. he stepped out of your apartment and threw a weak smile at you over his shoulder. he whispers, “i love you, and i always will.”

you slammed the door shut.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

you heard the doorbell ring as you were occupied with chopping tiny pieces of carrots for your young daughter. with a sigh, you set down the knife on the cutting board, wiping your hands on your apron and reluctantly heading towards the door.

there was no need to check the peephole; you instinctively knew it was your ex-husband, reo.

his monthly visits to hand over the child support had become a begrudgingly predictable routine. you swung the door open, and immediately, his desperate gaze met yours.

“y/n—” he started, but you cut him off with an uninterested glare.

“she's on the play mat in the living room. put the check on the table.” you said indifferently, already turning back toward the kitchen. before you could take a step, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. it's nothing you didn't expect, however; it happened every single month.

“reo, let go,” your voice was firm yet tired.

“baby, please,” he insisted, pulling you towards his chest and embracing you tightly. you felt the warmth of his body against yours, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “i miss you. i really do. do you know how painful it is for me to slowly watch you become a stranger?”

you remained motionless for a moment before shaking your head, gently pushing him away. “no... just no,” you asserted softly, “your parents always humiliated me during our marriage— whether it be in front of guests at social events or large family dinners. i've never felt enough. and worse, you've always ignored it.”

his face twisted into one of guilt as he attempted to draw you back into his embrace. “i promise i'll–”

“reo!” your strangled voice accidentally yells out. “put the check on the table and leave!” the words leave your mouth impulsively in frustration.

you quickly brought a hand to your mouth, then clutched your chest, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. in a quieter tone, you pleaded, “reo, please, just leave…”

albeit reluctantly, he complied, retreating with a heavy heart. but, as per the habitual routine, he returned the next month, pleading for your forgiveness and begging to be taken back.

୨ৎ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

dating nagi was tedious, and even that was an understatement.

"seishiro, i'm seriously considering blocking you if keep calling me every single day, begging me to take you back."

you exasperated, frustration clear as you sat on your bed with the phone on speaker, going through your nighttime skincare routine. you could hear nagi exhale deeply on the other end.

“... 'mm, angel, please,” he whined, his voice growing louder and more desperate. “i miss you, i'm all alone, my apartment's a mess and—”

you scoff, tossing the moisturizer tube onto your bed as you swabbed some onto your face. “your apartment's a mess? i wonder why that is… almost like your girlfriend was doing all the work around the house for you?”

a soft, frustrated groan escaped his lips at your sarcasm. he swallowed hard, his voice cracking, “listen, baby, 'm sorry for takin' you for granted, i want you back in my arms, i want to cuddle w'you like we used to. please, forgive me.”

a long pause hung heavy in the air, his breath hitching in his throat as he waited for your reply, hoping that you'd use what's left of your love for him–if any–to forgive him and return. with a tired sigh, you finally spoke up.

“... no, seishiro. i'm tired. being with you felt like a chore, to be honest. i was the one looking after you– making sure you ate your breakfast and lunch, doing your laundry that's scattered everywhere in your apartment, even reminding you to get off your video games. i'm not your mother...”

you let out all your pent-up frustration once and for all, hoping this would finally put an end to his persistent calls. it was clear you had reached your limit, knowing deep down that you deserved someone who appreciated your time and effort.

“seriously, why don't you get yourself a maid? dating you was a hassle.”

you stated firmly before hanging up on him.

“dammit, angel…” nagi sighed defeatedly, his slumped body flopping down onto his bed. he lazily tossed his phone aside, feeling drained and overwhelmed. “i'm too tired for this.”

୨ৎ 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎

“pleaase, come backkk,”

great. the last thing you had wanted today was to run into your ex as you stood in line at the popcorn stand. you wished the ground below you would rupture and swallow you whole as he clung onto you shamelessly, drawing the attention of those around you.

“please, baby, i need you!” he whined. you felt the embarrassment from his dramatic display heat up your cheeks, shifting uncomfortably as you mouthed apologetic words to the vendor lady.

“stop it, get off me, you're embarrassing me!” you hissed softly, trying to push his head away. his grip was too strong, maintaining his hold on you as his grin widened, revealing his shiny set of golden teeth.

“only if you get back with me?” he bargained, stepping back anyway as he sensed your growing irritation (and embarrassment).

you crossed your arms, shooting him an accusatory glare. “no way in hell. and you don't need me— you were after my money all along, weren't you?”

“t-that's... come on, don't be like that,” he stammered, his face paling as he avoided eye contact.

“you've only ever seen me as your personal walking credit card, hm?” you continued, “thank you, you've drained me of all my money.”

he watched as you received your medium-sized popcorn bucket, thanking the vendor with a polite nod before turning to leave. the lady called out his name, his own popcorn waiting on the counter, still unpaid for.

his head snaps back to you, that absurd, signature smirk curling on his lips, “wait, y/n, aren't you going to p–”

without turning to face him, you muttered under your breath, “no, i'm not paying for your popcorn.”

୨ৎ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

you felt a large pair of hands gently rest on your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. you stopped swirling your glass of wine, tilting your head up to meet a pair of beautiful, heterochromic eyes.

unfortunately, those eyes belonged to your fucking cheater of an ex.

“don't touch me, jerk,” you spat, cocking your head back down as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip of the crimson drink.

he chuckled lowly, patting your head before shamelessly taking a seat beside you. wrapping his arm around the backrest of the sofa, he pulled you closer.

“c’mon, princess, don't be like that,” he winked, taking a sip of his own drink. he paused as he took in your irritated expression. “...are you really still mad at what happened a year ago?”

you shot him a dirty glare, and he immediately raised his hands in front of him in mock surrender. “sorry, sorry, i was only kidding.”

you finally downed the wine, standing up from the soft comfort of the sofa. before you could move away, his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you back onto the couch, causing you to lean onto him with your hand on his chest.

“okay, but seriously, baby,” he said, delicately gripping your chin between his fingers and leaning in until his lips hovered right above yours. “i really messed up, i'm sorry, i swear she didn't mean anything, you're the one for m–”

“what the fuck do you think you're doing?!” you yelled, slapping his cheek hard enough to whip his head toward the dance floor where numerous women in skimpy outfits were dancing. his gaze lingered on their movements for a while before he felt you pulling away from him.

“yeah, i'm sure you're toootally torn up about it, huh?” you scoffed sarcastically, “keep your eyes wandering, i can see you're overflowing with regret.”

“baby, i only care for y–”

“your sincerity is blinding.”

˗ˏˋ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 ˎˊ˗

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 would never push you to the point of discomfort or pressure. instead, he’d approach you casually, genuinely apologizing for any past incidents that might have upset you enough to end things. if you both decided on a mutual break up, then he would definitely try to preserve your relationship to at least that of friends. his main focus would be rebuilding trust between you two, hoping that time and space would allow you both to reconcile in the future. overall, it would be very unlikely for him to verbally express how desperate he is for you, but subtle physical touches are a different topic.

𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 would literally show up at your doorstep, begging on his knees for you. he'd be desperately pleading for your forgiveness– he really didn't want to reveal that he had initially been dating you because of a dare, or rather, a bet from his friends. it just slipped out forcefully. he just really, really, really needed that ps5. despite the bet, his feelings for you had genuinely developed over the five-month dating period. however… to earn that prize, he was required to expose his original intent, resulting in heartbreaks, tears, insults, and many “i hate you”s from your side.

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wttcsms · 5 months ago

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ lover !!

ᝰ.ᐟ even if he doesn't exude this energy to outsiders, you're happy to know that your boyfriend is the biggest simp around when it comes to you. or: the cute things he'll do for you. (fem!reader)

featuring yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami content contains hotel bathroom sinks designed by a man, slight jealousy (reo is the jealous boyfriend), height differences (nagi + kunigami + rin are described as taller), wearing his clothes + clothes is described to be oversized on you (nagi), called a simp by his teammates (kunigami), clingy bf (yoichi <3) author's notes hq version coming soon!!! i just wanted to write something soft n fluffy for once <3

౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI — goes viral on tiktok when the two of you go on vacation to celebrate your second year anniversary. you're recording yourself from the bathroom of the private villa he rented out for the two of you, and you originally wanted to record what an absolute joke the sink is. there is literally no counter space. nowhere to place any of your makeup or skincare products. yoichi interupts the video unknowingly, knocking softly and asking if he can come in. he doesn't realize you're filming, and it's entirely genuine when he asks, "is everything okay? you sounded frustrated? did you need help opening something?" you laugh before explaining the situation, and he's silent for all but one second before he goes, "oh! i'll just hold your makeup bag, and i'll hand you the stuff when you need it." (poor yoichi means well, but he's standing there for over an hour as you laugh at him when he can't tell the difference between a tube of lipgloss and liquid blush. the look of concentration on his face as he nods intently while you explain what each product is for is absolutely adorable; it's the same concentrated look he gets when he's reviewing game footage, meaning he's taking this seriously for you.) he's also the type that loves to follow you around. it's a common joke for his fans to comment "walk him like a dog, sis!" on any candid photos of you + yoichi because he is almost always holding your hand while trailing behind you. he's like your shadow as he follows you around different stores in the mall, and even when you tell him he can just sit down with the other boyfriends while you just try on some clothes, he refuses to leave your side. tries to follow you to the dressing room, and gets all pouty when he realizes he's not allowed in. makes you walk outside the dressing room with the new outfits on so he can rate them (he is incredibly biased and believes everything looks good on you and forces you to bring everything to the cashier so he can swipe his card to get it for you <3)

౨ৎ REO MIKAGE — cannot handle anyone else taking up large chunks of your time, especially when he rarely gets to see you during game season. makes a face anytime he realizes that the server at the restaurant is a guy. the server will smile at you and tell you that he'll get started on that meal for you right away, and reo leans forward once he's gone and goes, "i can't believe he was flirting with you right in front of me! disgusting!" he's actually convinced that every man in the world wants you for themselves, and if you tease him by threatening to run off with any of these men, he'll instantly frown and start telling you to take that back right now! however, he is entirely convinced that you are the greatest thing to ever grace this earth, and he feels so proud whenever you two are out in public and a fan or an employee compliments you. they could say anything postive about you, and he'll beam with pride, going "i know, right? i tell her this all the time!" it's almost common knowledge that the easiest way to get on reo's good side is to treat you well. he also loves listening to you gossip, and is the type of boyfriend who loves all your friends (even if he can't quite remember their names; it's only important that they treat you kindly and loyally), and hates everyone that you hate. he's also less forgiving than you; if someone backstabs you but you forgive them and grant them a second chance, just know that reo still hates their guts and he'll make it incredibly obvious.

౨ৎ SEISHIRO NAGI — can’t help but make video game versions of the two of you any chance he gets. he’ll pretend to not notice the way your eyes light up when you pass by any claw machine containing plushies of your favorite anime characters, but somehow he’ll manage to find himself at the machine, casually winning you your favorite as if the game isn’t designed to make everyone lose. (he’s just that good.) even if you’re not as big of a gamer as him, he’ll watch you play sims 4 (and subsequently watch you spend 3 hours on the create-a-sim section because you’re trying to create a perfect carbon copy of the two of you.) looks for his favorite hoodie only to glance over at your still-sleeping form on his bed and realizes that you’re wearing it. you look adorable in it; he’s taller than you, bigger in every aspect, so the material swallows you up. (he doesn’t wake you up nor does he ask for it back.) despite the fact that he’s taller than you, nagi is definitely a big baby, and is constantly the little spoon. he loves to come home and bury his face in your neck, loves the way you gently run your fingers through his hair (it’s the easiest way for him to fall asleep), and he’ll constantly try to find ways for you to hold him.

౨ৎ RIN ITOSHI — grants you “scary dog privilege.” literally will mean mug every man in the street as the two of you are walking together. everyone thinks that rin would be a selfish lover from his outside appearance, but he surprisingly puts up with a lot of your antics because he loves you so much. you don’t bother buying a step stool because you count on rin to get you anything you need from the tall shelves (and when you’re mad at him, he’ll purposely find ways to get all your most-used items on a hard-to-reach area so you have to sulkily seek him out and ask for his help. there’s no way in hell you put your face wash on top of the fridge, and rin looks all too happy to grab it for you.) he has a very bare social media account and most of the time, he just posts whatever his publicists draft up for him. the only post he has personally created and shared himself is the one of you on your birthday; in a sea of promotional posters and professionally taken game highlights, the smiling faces of you and rin stand out. (it’s the happiest any of his fans have ever seen him look.)

౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI — his teammates make fun of him because he is notoriously loyal to you. they tricked him and took him out to a strip club, and there’s a viral video of kunigami staring intently at his phone, never looking up once at his surroundings. (he was going through your instagram feed + then ran out of photos to look at, so he started going through his camera roll to look at pictures and videos of you.) is the boyfriend who embodies the phrase ‘wear whatever you want, baby, i can fight.’ there’s a photo of you two that did numbers on pinterest. kunigmai is such a big guy, towers over you, honestly, but he readily gets down on his knees for you. in the photo, you two are dressed up to attend a gala. he’s on his knees, and you have one high-heel clad foot resting on the top of his thigh as he looks down and is adjusting the ankle strap of your heel for you. his friends shared the photo in the team groupchat and called him a simp, but kunigami knows that if they had someone half as great as you, they’d act just the same.

#yoichi isagi x reader #isagi x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi x reader #reo mikage x reader #rensuke kunigami x reader #kunigami x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #fluff #drabble #headcanons #one shot #isagi x you #kunigami x you #reo x you #nagi x you #itoshi rin x you

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xurory · 7 months ago

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WHINEY men who are extremely verbal in bed !! he can't help but let out his lustful moans whenever you ride him until he's absolutely fucked into oblivion :3 the way your cute lil' pussy wraps around his cock as he watches your tits bounce up n down. he's just soooo loud, and it's all for uuu <3 it's not everyday he gets to feel you like this, so he'd most likely go insane and whine under the slightest of your touch. "ngh... don't stop, please. keep goin-" you'd shut him up by shoving his face on your boobs :p his cutest whines would come out when you hop off his lap and suck his hardened cock. like, how could he not !? your mouth felt so heavenly and the way you suckle on his tip? makes him crave for u even more.

AVENTURINE, gepard, CAELUS, dan heng / KAZUHA, XIAO, thoma, LYNEY, kaveh, VENTI / ISAGI, chigiri / YUTA, megumi, GOJO / your faves !! :3

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kaiijo · 6 months ago

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ok. bllk and jealousy rate. how jealous can they get over their gf and what do they do to cope lmao

HOW JEALOUS IS HE? — [BLUE LOCK]

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, oliver aiku content: gn! reader (request says gf but reader is gender neutral) notes: some of these are lowkey toxic, minor spoilers for kunigami’s character arc, nagi is taller than reader

most jealous: bachira, rin, reo

bachira meguru ✶

bachira has many, many insecurities. growing up isolated and without many friends, he is more possessive of those he’s close to, which obviously includes you. he just doesn’t want to lose you, which manifests itself in jealousy over anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship

bachira gets really clingy when he’s jealous. he thinks that inserting himself into the situation, sometimes literally wedging himself between you and the other person. he usually chooses to drape himself over you, nuzzling into your neck and speaking low enough that only you hear, trying his best to divert your attention. third-wheeling is pretty uncomfortable for the other person, especially with the smiling sneer bachira’s shooting at them, so they make a quick irish exit

itoshi rin ✶

an egoist to his very core, rin can get very jealous. while he’s very sure of himself in nearly every other part of his life, he knows that he is not an ideal partner a lot of the time, though he’ll never admit it. he’s not the most expressive or the most patient, and he’s sure that there are better partners for you out there.

when rin’s jealous, it’s a silent but deadly thing. like when he’s locked in on the ball in a game, his focus you and his ‘competitor’ is unwavering. he stalks over to stand behind you, his chest bumping right up against your back, and he snarls, “what the hell do you want, you mediocrity?” usually the other person backs off after seeing rin’s bone-chilling glare but if they’re bold enough to answer back, rin bares his teeth and is poised to strike. it’s probably best if you diffuse the situation quickly before it gets uglier

mikage reo ✶

we already know how jealous reo was over nagi so it’s safe to say that he’s definitely very jealous. having been bored with the world and other people for so long, he’s thrilled when you two get together. it makes his very protective of you and he wants to be one of the most, if not the most, special person in your life.

reo can go a couple of ways when he feels jealous over someone else but it think his primary response is to tear down the person methodically. he tilts his head a little, looks the person up and down, and notes everything about their appearance — hair, skin, clothes (including brand and cost) and criticizes every little thing. it’s a strategic move in his opinion, using observational skills and knowledge he had given his upbringing to pick apart the other person. he also might make some underhanded comment that includes that he has a black card

less jealous: isagi, kunigami, sae

isagi yoichi ✶

he definitely gets jealous from time to time but he doesn’t feel the need to act on it a lot. he’s pretty mature and for the most part level-headed (plus his ability to piece together future events helps him keep his cool a lot). this doesn’t mean that he isn’t jealous

when isagi is jealous, he’s sulky. he won’t take immediate action and watch from afar, arms crossed and a little pouty. he tries to look as dejected and as ‘wet-cat pathetic’ as possible to make you feel bad and come over to comfort him. when you inevitably do, looping your arm through his and kissing his cheek, he can’t help but smirk at the other person like a cat who go the cream

kunigami rensuke ✶

i debated where to put kunigami since there are ‘two sides’ to him — pre- and post-wildcard. pre-wild card kunigami is definitely a lot less bothered; he trusts you 100% and is 100% confident and secure in your relationship and himself. post-wild card kunigami is less chill and more forceful. he’s not a hero anymore but even as he plays a more ‘villainous’ role in soccer, he won’t cross that line in your relationship. he’s still very secure in you and himself, but he’s more protective of your relationship. definitely a ‘i trust you/us but it’s other people i’m worried about’ kind of guy

when pre-wild card kunigami got jealous, he won’t act in the moment and will talk to you about it afterwards, in a private setting. open lines of communication were important to him and working out problems like this. post-wildcard kunigami is all stormy looks and intimidation. like rin, he also stands behind you but in less actively aggressive way and more just to be threatening. it’s 95% effective and the 5% of times it doesn’t work, kunigami is not above muscling the other person away

itoshi sae ✶

i thought about putting sae in the ‘most jealous’ section but i just think that he is someone whose jealousy simmer just beneath his apathetic surface. he sees most other people as beneath him and believes that they are not worthy of speaking to you, let alone hitting on you, but because he’s sees them as so beneath him, he can’t be bothered half the time to do anything since they’re simply not worth it. he gets the most jealous when it’s people who he can potentially view as equals, like other professional athletes

when he’s jealous, sae literally just pretends they don’t exist, only talking to you. if the other person tries to interject, he sends them a sideways glare — the only acknowledgment of their existence — and then turns away to continue whatever conversation, suggesting that you both get away from the other person as quickly as possible. if ignoring the person doesn’t work, sae doesn’t shy away from spewing vitriol at the other person

least jealous: nagi, oliver, michael

nagi seishiro ✶

simply put, being jealous is a hassle to nagi. it makes him too hot and too annoyed for him to want to feel it so he suppresses the feeling a lot. nagi’s height is already intimidating enough for most people so they don’t approach you when they see you two together but that isn’t a deterrent to everyone

when nagi gets jealous, he does one of two things: just gives a thousand-yard stare that freaks people out or he gets whiny and clingy. his stare is eerie and silent, and the lightness of his eyes doesn’t help it. he towers over you like some cryptid companion. when he gets whiny and clingy, nagi tugs at your sleeve and asks drily, “can we go yet? why are you still talking to them?”

oliver aiku ✶

sigh… oliver is undoubtedly someone who thinks and knows he’s the shit. with so many women and men alike fawning over everything about him, his ego is through the roof. he has very little worry about you leaving him for someone else. honestly, he finds it amusing most of the time when someone attempt to draw you away from him, and let’s it play out a lot for his own entertainment. of course, he’ll intervene if it’s making you uncomfortable but he also believes you can handle yourself

when oliver gets jealous, he acts as casual as possible. he’s friendly towards the other person and but it’s not hard to uncover that it’s all fake, whether it’s from the glint in his eye or the way his smile is stiff and forced. common tells when he gets jealous is that he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek or he clenches his teeth and inhales softly but sharply. he employs the good old tactic of calling the other person the wrong name and making all kind of underhanded comments that slowly chip at their nerves. (“haruya? haruki? oh! you’re haruto! right, right, you know, they’ve never mentioned you before! crazy, huh?”)

michael kaiser ✶

kaiser in german literally means ‘emperor,’ and it’s no secret that kaiser views himself as one. similar to sae, he see himself as so above others that he’s not even bothered by other people hitting on you. it displeases him greatly, sure, but these cockroaches will never be able to steal you from him so why should an emperor deal with the plebians? the only time that ever happens is when a peasant is particularly forceful and then, kaiser intervenes

when he gets jealous, kaiser puts on a show. if there’s one thing about him, he’s a bit of a drama queen. he will absolutely posture and puff out his chest at the offending person, looking down his nose arrogantly and smirking. he makes a big display of wrapping himself around you, gripping firmly at your hips and saying, “liebling, you’re very charitable to entertain this insect, but it’s time to end this ruse.”

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tsukimirecs · 2 months ago

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BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. creds for divider

itoshi rin

because you're my muse

wallet

make you mine

nodus tollens

nothing more than lovesick

supernatural

mutual support

jealousy

itoshi sae

seabird

devotion

us, again

it would have been sweet

find love

freefall

valentines

michael kaiser

five dates and a proposal

sweet nothings

stench

red

what does it mean if i can't write a love letter?

it's like i'm painting pictures the way i picture paint

pulling pigtails

yoichi isagi

say you love me

fake it 'til we make it

football for dummies

lost

wednesdays with you

skirt physics

seishiro nagi

your attention on me, please!

flight of the navigator

hell or glory, i don't want anything in between

lullaby

his favorite character

good luck charm

reo mikage

sharing secrets in the dark

your tequila lips is my idea of luxury

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whatyousae · 3 months ago

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lover boys who are down bad for you, worshipping the ground you walk on like you are some goddess. if someone asks how did they pull you they wouldn't know what to say.

"i don't even know man.."

he patiently waits for you to finish trying on all the dresses that caught your attention in the mall. carrying your bags hell he even knows how to wear your purse without making it look weird on him.

switches shoes with you when your feet starts to hurt from all that walking, offering to carry you on his back. when you get home you always give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you gift.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

you often ask him that question, he says he likes watching you do your things. he does, but that's not the real reason. he loves the way your eyelashes look when they are curled, the way you pout your lips when you think so hard about something, how your eyebrows are furrowed when you get upset at something.

he buys you small things or expensive things because he thought you would like it. huh? so what if it's nearly the rent of your apartment? as long as his girlfriend likes it he has no regrets.

he flexes you when he notices people are googling at you, showing them that no one can have his pretty girl. only he can.

he just loves his pretty girlfriend so much and he is not afraid to show it

kimetsu no yaiba: RENGOKU, tanjiro, zenitsu, giyuu, GENYA, gyomei

jujutsu kaisen: YUUJI, choso, gojo, geto, NANAMI, YUUTA, inumaki

bluelock: ISAGI, bachira, kunigami, REO, karasu, KAISER

bungo stray dogs: dazai, SIGMA, tachihara, chuuya, FUKUZAWA

hunter x hunter: kurapika, LEORIO, phinks, wing

2024 @whatyousae — do not copy, translate, or post in any platform.

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merlucide · 12 days ago

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BLLK TEAM SPOTTING YOU IN THE CROWD!

notes: hahahahehajajsj I’m SO excited for this guys- the new episode had me TWEAKING.

characters: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya, Niko, Gagamaru, Aryu, Reo, Barou, Hiori, Shidou

warnings: reading the same thing over again but in a different font LMAO, cringe but WHO gaf??, y/n glazing (help😭💀)

You and your friend managed to snag close seats for the Blue Lock vs. U-20 match, and you could BARELY contain your excitement!!—especially because your beloved boyfriend was playing. You both were decked out in all blue, sticking out from the white and red crowd. The odds were stacked against him and his team, but you had complete confidence that they would hold their own. As you settled into your seats, the teams made their way onto the field. The moment you spotted your boyfriend, you and your friend screamed your heads off, cheering as loud as you could. The game was going great so far; at halftime, the score was 2-1, with Blue Lock in the lead! The players were standing around on the field, catching their breath, when he finally spotted you in the crowd, screaming + waving your arms wildly.

ISAGI YOICHI

He’s like ehh?!? You came?!? To watch him?!? For reals?!

Gets all touched lmao 😭

Waves back with a big ol smile :3

Means a lot because you cheered for him when he was nobody 🥹 AND now he’s playing against THE U-20 aaaa

Yells ‘HIIIII’

-Bachira wiggles his eyebrows at him 😏 -which makes him all blushy and pushes him off him lol

Que bachira going ‘ooooooo isagi’s gotta s/ooooooo 🤭😏’

So embarrassed hehe

Blows you a little kiss when nobody’s looking tho :3

RIN ITOSHI

He didn’t think you’d come tbh

Feels proud that you did tho! not that he’d let you know ofc

He gave you a little wave and called it good (he has to remain mysterious- especially in front of Sae!!)

He’s very conflicted if he’s glad you came or if wishes you didn’t lmao 💀

Bc when he heard ‘Woah- They’re cute’ from his teammates he snapped his head over

“They’re taken, back off scum.” He’ll snap

Everyone’s sorta like ?? RIN PULLED SOMEONE??

Que immediate questioning

‘HOW DID YOU GET A S/O BEFORE I DID?!’ ‘I feel bad for them..’ ‘DID YOU PAY THEM??’

He just tells them to shut up

smirking inside, heh

BACHIRA MEGURU

He’s like 😦-> 🤩

inside he’s like ‘OHMYGOSHTHEYCAMEEEEEEE! :D’

Screams your name jumping and waving his arms

‘Y/NNNNNNN ARE YOU WATCHING ME?!? Y/NNNNNNNN!!’

‘YEAAAAAAAAAH!! YOU LOOKED SO COOOOOOOOL!!’

You def go with his mom tho 😌

You and Yuu are screaming your heads off together- ‘GOOO !! YOU GOT THIS!!!’ ‘GET THE FREAKIN’ BALL MEGURU!! HES OPEN- GOOOOO!!!’

Shes very glad you’re supportive of her son 🥹<3 (live laugh love yuu)

He points to you and says to his friends ‘THATS MY S/O!!! :D’

and they’re just like ‘..cool buddy’

They’re trying to figure out how he pulled someone lmao

After the match he practically jumps on you lol- No sorry, he literally does and you both crash on the floor

Both of you are just rolling around screaming in excitement lol

CHIGIRI HYOMA

So embarrassed lol

Like ‘My family AND my s/o came?!” Help he appreciates yall coming but it flusters him!!

Especially when his teammates are making comments about YOU and his SISTER

it’s too much for him 🙂‍��️

He made it real clear that he’s your bf tho, so no one gets ideas!!

Really happy you came though, especially since you were one of the most encouraging people when he tore his ACL <3

NAGI SEISHIRO

Didn’t even think you’d come- like the thought that you would come didn’t even cross his mind (go figure)

‘Oh, y/n’s here, cool’

Lazily waves back

Wants to tell Reo you’re here but remembered that they broke up 🙂‍↕️

Yuki goes up to him and asks ‘Oh who’s that?’ and he’s just like ‘It’s y/n’

‘..I see, who is y/n?’ ‘uh, I don’t remember..🧍‍♀️’

‘Someone important tho,’

Just sorta stares at you until the whistle blows lmao 😭

KARASU TABITO

Super proud n smug :)

Like ‘Heh, MY s/o came’

Super super happy you’re there omg, but ofc he can’t let that show too much 😌

Waves back ofc

He looks at all his teammates to make sure they’re seeing this

It makes him feel really special that you came to watch HIM play :)

Def a confidence booster

Gets a annoyed bc he knows you spent a shit ton of money for this lmao

🐝:’oooo who’s that Karasu-kun?’

🐦‍⬛: ‘Heh, that’s my s/o 😏’

🐝: ‘For realsies? :o’

🐦‍⬛: ‘Yup 😌’

🥷:He’s such a simp bro’

🐦‍⬛:’Shut up Otoya.’

OTOYA EITA

He’s low key tweaking on the inside tbh

gives you the frat boy ‘nod’ and the three finger wave 💀

Doesn’t even wait for anyone to ask about you he’s already going

‘Yeah that hot chick/person is my s/o, it’s aight’ to be jealous’

But they’re just like ?? How tf did YOU pull anybody bro??

Poses for you LMAO

Is def waiting for you to make an edit of him or smth 😐

Your friend is looking at you like ‘seriously, him?~_~’ I am that friend.

Will NAWT shut up about how his hella hot s/o came to his game

YUKIMIYA KENYU

He’s like ‘Oh! They’re here?! Really?’ :3

Calls your name and gives a big wave

Super happy and proud that you came :)

Laughs a bit at the your dramatic outfits but appreciates it!

Tells the nearest person who you are and a bit about cha’ :3

When you blow him kisses he catches em’ and cradles them to his heart >:)

got a side eye from Nagi lol

NIKO IKKI

SOOOO flustered lmao

pink cheeks n everything ><

whispers a ‘hi’ and waves a little wave back

Super duper excited n happy you came :3

Wants to impress you so bad now- lol

Really hope no one sees you bc he might just die if he gets teased

-which of course they do and what he feared happens lmao

ARYU JINBEI

a very stylish single tear falls from his eye

‘Oh dearest y/n, you are so glam for this, I cannot even..!’

Dramatically flares his arms as a ‘wave’ and sings your name

‘Y/NNNNNNNNNN!- are you ready for this historic momennnnnnt-‘

Poses elegantly for you, talking to himself about how styl this is

GAGAMARU GIN

Squinting like ‘Is that y/n’ - o -

then eyes wide like ‘It is y/n’ • o •

Jumps up and hits his head on the goal 💀 then proceeds to jump again

Waves both arms and yells really slowly ‘CAAAAAN YOUUUU SEEEEE MEEEEEE?’

Then proceeds to talk to you yelling his lungs out, he stopped when Karasu told him ‘shut up, they can’t hear ya’’

He stopped for a brief moment, then continued

(after they get on field)

REO MIKAGE

SO happy. Like ‘🥹😁’ happy

Smiling the BIGGEST smile :)

Really, really appreciates you coming

Especially since you were literally the only other person aside from Ba-Ya that supported his dream

And! Speaking of Ba-Ya she was beside you in her usual attire, waving a little blue flag

Waves to you with both hands😌

Also blows you so many kisses ofc

Afterwards he’s going to give you the biggest hug and the FASTEST smooch ever

BAROU SHOEI

He was hoping you’d come, he wanted you to see just how much more he’s improved 😌

He heard your cheers and screams when he came into field and that also fueled into his desire to crush Isagi >:3 like ‘heh, bet’

You were VERY happy with how he celebrated his goal 😏🤭 you spammed your camera lmao

Waves back at you ofc, he is a gentleman after all

When someone asks who are you he just says ‘My partner, y/n. Don’t get any ideas donkey.’

heh, 😏

Really appreciates you coming :) especially with how expensive tickets are oml

def forced you to let him pay you back lmao

HIORI YO

He knew his parents would be there, but he wasn’t sure if you’d come. Very pleased you did! :)

Chuckles + rolls his eyes at your outfits

He’s got a cute little smile on his face :3

Waves back at you and signs you ‘thanks’

Points you out as ‘y/n, my sweet s/o’ to Isagi

Brags to him too lmao

Like ‘Yeah, they’re like perfect in every way- but you’ll find someone who is pretty decent though, don’t worry ☺️’

SHIDOU RYUSEI (my man will always be included soo)

Lets out the goofiest, happiest laugh

points at you with two hands and yells

So pumped you came omg

‘SAE- SAE LOOK! THATS MY BABY! THE ONE I WAS TELLN’ YOU ABOUT!’ ‘I don’t care.’

Continues to yell out you asking ‘DID I LOOK COOL?’ or ‘DID YOU FREAKN SEE THAT?’

Blows you tons of kisses before he has to start again

everyone on the bllk team is genuinely confused how tf this guy pulled anyone and is concerned for you and your mental health 💀

AHHAJSJEJES IM SO EXCITED BROOOOO

made Nov 9 2024

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reonaissance · 1 month ago

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he won. he won. he won with his last goal. his brain stopped working in the heat of the moment, not thinking about what he was going to do next.

and out of reflex, he ran to you. he effortlessly jumped over the barrier which separated field and tribunes and ran to you. you immediately jumped at him in joy, knocking the remaining air out of his lungs with a crushing hug.

“you won!” you cheered.

without thinking, he picked you up and hid your face in the crook of his neck. after he made sure you were properly tucked in his arm, he jumped over the barrier again and ran to his teammates. when he stopped in the middle of the field, he sat you on his shoulder, holding you like a trophy— his trophy.

the whole ceremony over, you were on his shoulder, being shown off to the whole world to see. and when he got the trophy handed, he gave it to you. holding it up in the air, you looked down at him, smiling and giggling. your gaze went up to the shiny trophy in your hands, knowing it was your husband who shot the winning goal.

and after this little action of his, you found plenty enquiries of from modeling agencies asking you to model for them.

— ITOSHI RIN, Isagi Yoichi, Mikage Reo

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bitchimasnake-sss · 2 months ago

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☆ suck-suck-succubus! ── a blue lock fanfiction. // where you come to wreck the blue lock boys but end up ruined instead.

synopsis: ego jinpachi was a crazed man, a man who had raised a team of monsters that devoured everything on field and made their way to national team in just their early twenties. but were these men ready to be the greatest just yet? were they ready to leave behind dirty temptations and sickening thoughts just to be the greatest? good thing he knew just the person to test them. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami, nagi seishiro, reo mikage.] // every character gets a separate drabble with the same character (reader.) and it's implied that the reader has slept with them all. cw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. [this means the story contains themes one may not be comfortable with. if you find yourself growing uncomfortable, please click away.] NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN DURING A DELUSIONAL PHASE. MDNI. girl don't. nsfw concludes: penetration, doin' it raw, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, nicknames, slight bimbofication and teasing, overstimulation, praise, marathon sex. please read it whole or i'll hunt you. pretty please :) m.list [part 02]

"you know what to do." the man nodded once, not even sending a fleeting glance your way as he casually leaned back into his chair, "just try to break them."

"i don't have to try, ego. just say the word and i would have already gotten them wrapped 'round my finger."

"that delusional?" the man enquired and you didn't miss the sharp glint in his eyes behind those rimmed glasses. all you could do was smile, "that confident. but—" your words drawled on, fingers clasping over the mahogany table, "what do i get from this?"

ego jinpachi smiled, and the sight sent shivers down spine. a cheque slid over to your side, a clear sum of one million yen printed neatly for you to claim. you stared at the piece of paper a second too long before dragging your gaze to the crazed man, "you're offering me money to ruin your players?"

"try your best." the man sat up straight, his lanky frame shifting under his usual suit, "ruin them if you can."

you knew ego jinpachi was an eccentric man, and you knew you owed him a favor from years ago. but for him to have called you, and asked you to seduce his own team before they went for championship felt crazy... even by his standards.

"why are you doing this?" you asked, nimble fingers mindlessly pulling the cheque and turning it around in your palm, "they're your team. don't you want them focused before the championship?"

"don't question me."

fair enough. after all, you were getting paid.

★player 01: isagi yoichi! ya think i don't know what i'm doing?

you had heard of the man, seen him on your television screen game after game. flowing, black hair, blue eyes with a crazed look every time he was on the field. isagi yoichi was a beast; an ever-evolving phantom that possibly haunted every footballer's nightmares. on the field, he was ruthless. he was the one to ruin others, and now it was finally his turn. at your hands, at that.

his hair was tousled, head tipped back and rested against the wall as weak pants slipped past his lips. his fingers were tangled into your hair as you kissed his erection, all sloppy from his salty pre and your lipgloss. he pulled his length out just to smear the tip against your lips, groaning at the feeling of you eagerly peeking out your tongue to tease his needy, aching dick.

all it had taken to break his resolve was to call him to your assigned room after everyone had slept, and tell him the thing as it was. no hidden games, no unkept promises. isagi yoichi was smart enough to see through any games, anyways. what was the point?

"so, ego sent you? to test me, probably." he had concluded by the time you had uttered the second sentence. you rolled your eyes, "has blue lock altered your brain chemistry to think of everything as a trap? i jus' wanna fuck, yoichi."

you saw his fist tighten as you let out honeyed syllables of his name, purposefully bunching your already short skirt upwards. even as his eyes swayed, transfixed against your soft, exposed skin, the man's tone stayed ever-so-polite, "i honestly expected better from ego. i didn't think he was a benevolent man."

"who says i am a product of his benevolence?"

"a-ah," and now the footballed panted, his fingers pulling at your roots as you bobbed up and down, taking his length deeper and deeper into your mouth with each mean, little suck.

"shit," he hissed, eyes clenching shut, "jus' like that, baby."

you felt his thighs clench under your touch, the muscle spasming all erratic as his hips bucked into your mouth. as you felt him breath heavily, you peeled yourself off of him with a lewd pop.

looking up at him, all wide-eyes and devilish smiles, yoichi looked down at you with part confusion, part impatience. "i—" his voice trembled, "i was so fuckin' close, why'd you stop?"

you pulled yourself up, cleaning your mouth with your fingers carelessly, "just cause. goodnight, isagi. you can go back to your room."

"wh-what?" the man spluttered, demeanor uncharacteristically disheveled as he took in the sight of you walking away from him, "what?"

"goodnight." you replied without even looking back, ready to cozy up in your bed and go to sleep. there was no reply from his side, and then something flipped.

"what?" his voice rasped, hands coming to close around your wrist to pull you back into himself, "you think i'll just let you walk away?"

the man turned you around, pressing your chest to the wall as your cheek came to squish against the cold, hard wall. a harsh tug had your skirt pulled upwards, has your drenched panties pulled to the side hastily and had him stuffing you full of his cock, "take it."

"sh-yoichi!" you yelped, thighs automatically parting to accommodate his mean, shallow thrusts. something in the air changed. the compliant man, ready to be ruined by you was suddenly a beast, a man who would break you just to build you up again. his voice dragged, a nimble finger coming to spread your puffy folds and toy with the wettened bud, "think you can jus' toy with me? hah," a humorless laugh left him, dick slipping in and out of you faster and faster and faster, "you thought i'll spare you?"

"ngh— y-yoichi," he pressed your face into the wall, using the pressure to drill into you, to find the spots that will undo you. your mouth fell apart, silent screams into the bricked walls as he rasped in your ear, "you just wanted to fuck right?" a harsh snap of his pelvis and you lost your balance, limply held up by his strong arms, "see? aren't i fucking you right now?"

as you stayed silent, too lost in the feeling of his tip brushing against your g-spot and a hurricane building up in your stomach, yoichi pulled your face towards his, meeting your bleary eyes with his crazed ones, "answer me."

"ye-yeah."

"feel good, huh?" his heavy breaths the only coherent sounds, accompanied by the slap of skin over skin and your stupid babbling, "y- hah yoichi, harder."

"huh?" the star player laughed, his agile finger rubbing patterns against your clit as he kept up his inhumane pace, "want more?"

he pinched your throbbing bud and you arched back into him, eyes growing teary, "ah, ngh please 'm gonna cum. mgonna— cum."

you heard the man shuffle behind you, fully expecting him to go overboard. except he didn't. pulling himself out, he left your throbbing, dripping cunt empty.

"what—" you turned around to look at your culprit only for him to slip back inside in one fluid motion, fucking you dumb again. your voice wobbled, your body falling forward and only held up by him, "shit, you feel so g-good, hah oh my god."

and then you were spasming around his dick, eyes clenching shut as he kept fucking into you through your orgasm. your stomach felt heavy, breath uneven and barely lucid as isagi emptied himself within you.

seeing you in front of him — his seed slipping out of you, your face all reddened and sweaty from his administration, beautiful — isagi yoichi was sure he had finally found another addiction, one battling even the likes of his football career and dreams of being a striker.

as he left your body and stepped back, you leaned on the wall, catching your breath. yoichi spoke up again, his words no longer formal and polite like they had started off when he had first came into your room. he was ruthless. "if you wanna get fucked dumb again, let me know."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 02: rin itoshi! you thought this would work on me?

rin itoshi was nothing if not a fucking hard-ass. he was rude, blunt, downright cruel if you didn't fall into the small circle of people he could tolerate. he was a man with a purpose, a man with tunnel vision, and right now that vision was you bent over his desk, looking back at him with nothing but heady desire.

his strong grip held your wrists behind your back, the other hand toying with your entrance. for the activity he was doing, his voice was awfully bored, "what did you exactly think would happen once you came here?"

you tried speaking, "well—"

"—it was a rhetorical question." the man replied coolly, his eyes against yours in a heavy dance while his fingers teased your drenched cunt, "did you actually think you'd come here, and i'd fall into your little trap? ego has seriously lost his mind if he thinks this is enough to make me lose control."

"that being said," the younger itoshi hummed, finally looking down to see what a mess you were making of his table, dripping down obscenely onto the wood and coating his fingers, "i cannot lie that this is entertaining."

he had you spread out like that for however long, you couldn't even recall. but seeing how his green eyes locked onto you, how his voice slightly lost their edge as he played with you had you feeling like maybe he was losing control.

"rin," you whined, your chest arching further into the wood as you pathetically tried to move, "jus' do something. anything."

"tsk," the man husked, all disappointed as you tried to meaninglessly struggle against his vice-like grip on your wrist, "why? from the looks of it, you look like you're enjoying this a lot."

as if to emphasize, his fingers finally swept past your puffy clit, softly rubbing the nub. you threw your head backwards, a silent moan at the final contact. looking at you entranced, the man finally slipped a finger into your velvety heat, and then another immediately after.

stretching you open on his digits, rin itoshi couldn't lie he could see the appeal in you. the way your body molded to his touches, how you keened into his fleeting touches against your clit, how he almost all but buried himself within your sickly, sweet cunt.

"r-rin," you panted, eyes clenched shut, "f-faster, please."

"hm?" if you didn't know any better, you would have taken his tone as one of annoyance. dripping in boredom, he reminded you all while his digits pumped in and out of you repeatedly, "look me in the eye while you're talking to me."

"ugh," your voice shook as you forced your eyes open. looking at the raven-headed man through a shaky gaze, you tried to repeat the lewd request, "faster... please?"

as you looked back at him; eyes red, lips wobbling and body almost limp except for the jitters that shook you over and over again, rin swallowed hard. faking nonchalance was getting harder.

"let me do you one better." rin itoshi pulled out his fingers — all coated with your essence — and you whined at his action before he teased the stretched-out cunt with the tip of his aching dick, "take it all since you want it so fuckin' bad."

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 03: hyoma chigiri! gentleman in the streets, freak in them sheets!

hyoma chigiri prided himself to be a gentleman. he was always graceful, always so well-manner and proper. he was — what you considered — the easiest prey. you thought you would utter something suggestive, tie your hair and fall to your knees and he would explode right there. oh, how wrong you were.

"tired already?" his hair stuck to his forehead, long tresses half-glued to his sweaty back and half-falling over you as he caged you under him. his lean biceps flexed, his pelvic region coming in fleeting contact with your aching cunt every time he slipped his cock inside you.

you panted, words jumbling at his almost mocking tone, "chigiri plea—"

he cut you off, "please what?"

oh, how dare he act so nonchalant? especially after he had been keeping up the same tantalizing, torturous pace for the past hour. you knew the man had crazy stamina, you had seen his explosive strength as he ran the course of the field in a matter of mere seconds. but those same legs now supported his figure as he pressed your knees to your chest and rammed into you so, so slowly.

"the p-pace," you tried again and he furrowed his brow, looking so pretty hovering over you. he repeated, "what's wrong with the pace?"

"'s so slow." you hoped your weak words would do the trick but hyoma chigiri just looked at you confused, as if you were uttering an alien language. he laughed, "are you saying i'm slow? me?" shaking his head, he disapproved, "that's a bit harsh."

you whined, nails digging into his sculpted back as you tried to physically taint him into changing the pace. the reddish scars against his back ignited something within the man. he hummed, "well, since you've been so patient 'n all, i guess—"

his thrust almost took you by surprise, a gasp stuck in your throat at his sudden intensity. his pelvis met yours in a lewd grind and you keened into his touches, praying to any deity above that he just keeps up this pace.

and boy, did those deities answer.

because now you were gasping, reeling from your second orgasm, as the man above you kept going. a light layer of sheen covered you both, his hair was dripping, and you were sure that one more thrust and your body would rip open.

"c'mon," he insisted, his words now reduced to groans and stuttering moans, "gimme one more."

"no, no, no." you shook your head but a steady hand came to pull your cheeks together, forcing you to meet his eyes. the man rasped, "did i fuckin' ask? i told you i need one more."

the same hand that had been holding your face trailed downwards to toy with your neglected clit while his dick rammed against the same gooey spot within you. the pressure in your stomach rose dangerously, and you squirmed under him, screaming his name.

and then, you erupted. muscles spasming, cunt fluttering so tight around him as you screamed his name. and he came just as intensely within you, painting your insides white with his essence.

as chigiri hyoma finally caught his breath and looked down at you, at your blissful, spent expression, he almost envisioned a future where this was you and him every morning. a future where he woke you up with orgasms and candied words against your lips. ah, too bad ego was the one pulling the strings.

but dammit, was ego good at pulling strings.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 04: rensuke kunigami! over 'n over again? let's go till infinity, tonight.

rensuke kunigami knew what he wanted in his life. you knew the muscled man as someone who never stopped, never gave up, never for a second ever held back from giving it his all. so, why would he act any different with you?

you had been so sweet to him, anyways. you had waltzed into his room late at night, complimenting his strikes and offering him a massage as a small favour. now, he was returning the favor by folding you in half, ramming in 'n out, in 'n out, in 'n ou—

"—oh my god, rensuke." you gasp, your legs dangling on his muscled shoulders as he used you as a ragdoll.

his untamed hair is now a bit matted, sweat drops cascading down his neck and down his rippling abs and chest. you would follow the path of that drop shamelessly if he hadn't forced you to focus on him and only him.

rensuke kunigami was an usually reserved man. but the way you ruined him was a experiment that needed to be studied. he lost control the second you showed up in those itty-bitty top and short combo to give him a free massage. ofcourse, now he was just repaying the favour.

he didn't care that ego might be behind it, that you were just a mere distraction. more like he couldn't care as you moaned out his name and tried to buck into him, tried to match his erratic thrusts.

he was such a deranged man at your touches, losing all inhibitions and acting on his most dark thoughts because as soon as you got comfortable in one position, as soon as he saw you about to come undone, he would manhandle you and have you another way.

this position was your fourth and you were half-afraid you'd pass out before his stamina ran out. the man panted, "shi-shit, gonna come?"

"yes, please." your legs locked against his broad back, trying to force him into the position and not edge you again. and although, rensuke kunigami was a crazed man, he couldn't lie that he wanted to feel you cum on his dick. ego's scheme be damned.

"c-cum for me," he hissed, pelvis grinding into you with more and more intensity as your eyes rolled back and muscles grew tense under him. he repeated, words coming so hard to his parched throat, "cum for me. cum on me, pretty girl."

"hah shit—" your voice pitched and you saw your vision fade to black, just a violent storm inside your body that calmed down slowly as the man above you finally pulled out and spilled white all over your abdomen.

he panted, gasping for air like he had just played 6 consecutive matches, he picked up the white on his index and pushed it past your wobbling lips, looking as you accepted his taste with a sweet hum.

"fuck, baby. one last time?" he asked. but what was the point of asking as he was already slipping inside you?

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 05: meguru bachira! ah, the monster won't let me stop!

meguru bachira swore he grew up with a monster. not the scary kind, no. his was kind, his was ambitious, his was his only friend growing up. but now, as you laid before him, he realized that the monster was him.

you had grabbed his wrist after dinner, and he had grinned and teased his friends as you dragged him away. he had heard the rumors. isagi, itoshi, kunigami, chigiri — all of them seemed to have gotten a pretty little session from you. and he would be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for his turn.

sure, ego was playing with them. ego wanted to test them. but what ego didn't know was that meguru bachira was a man at your service, ready for whatever.

he had waited for his turn so long, of course, he wanted to make a good impression. maybe that's why your hands were tied to the headboard of his bed, your thighs split open on each side of his face as he lapped at you like a man ravished.

you were so sweet, and he almost grew angry at the idea of all of them having you. but right now, you were pulling at your handcuffs so desperately, you were telling him he was doing so good and that you were gonna come again.

"meg—" you cried out, hips raising in a desperate attempt only for them to be pushed down by his arms. he kept lapping at you, kept fucking you with his tongue, kept staring at your face as it contorted into one of pleasure. you cried again, trying to push him away, "meguru, too much. 's too much."

he stopped, if only for a moment. he raised his head up, looking at your disheveled state. your hair stuck to your body, your eyes crazed the same way he felt he looked chasing after the ball on the field. except, you looked more beautiful than all of his sweaty teammates combined.

you sighed with relief, "stop, megs."

"hm?" he peeked his tongue out, softly licking away at the honeyed residue on his lips, "why?"

"i'm tire— meguru!" your voice climbed several octaves higher as he ignored you and delved right where he had made a mess with your unyielding juices, cum and his spit. you cried out, tried to rattle the bed with your actions.

but those sounds did nothing but make him rut the bed harder. his sweats and bedsheet were nowhere as sweet or plush as your cunt, or your mouth. but right now, it would do. he rutted, pressing his sensitive, wet cock into the fabric like an animal in heat. he wasn't ashamed to admit that he had already came once. and how could he not with your sweet voice just above him?

"m-meguru, baby." you tried to move away, but it was no use as he actively hunt you down with his tongue. he hummed against you, his words a broken mess, "yeah, what?"

"stop, please." the overstimulation was getting too much, it was going straight from your cunt to your head and you swear you were growing dumber as he wrecked you with his sultry muscle.

"no," he stuck his tongue out, teasing your swollen clit with his tip, "the monster said i cannot stop."

and maybe meguru bachira was a sadist cause he swore he came again when you whined and he answered by eating you out even more passionately.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 06: nagi seishiro! the only kind of hard work i wanna do.

nagi seishiro thought everything was pointless, and so very energy-consuming. he had heard about ego's new scheme, he had seen you waltz around the blue lock facilities and all he wondered was: was all that hardwork with you worth it? yes. it was.

his arms pressed your back to his chest, and you were surprised by the force as he kept you pined against him. his leg snaked against yours and you found it difficult to move. rendered useless. all you could do was lay by your side, held by his arm and with his leg between yours, opening your drenched pussy to his greedy vision.

by now, everyone knew what you were upto. a succubus. a fucking witch that came just to fill their head with filthy thoughts, and wreck their cognitive senses. and now, it was nagi seishiro's turn.

"ah, ah, ah." the man tutted, shaking his head softly and the white tresses softly caressed your neck. he buried his face into your skin, inhaling you and exhaling a soft moan even though it was you getting utterly wrecked.

he knew it would be a lot of hardwork, so, yes, nagi seishiro did cheat. he went ahead and got a vibrator. a small, bullet vibrator that did more than enough work for him.

"s-sei." you cringed at how pathetic you sounded, your own voice drowning under the buzz of the toy, and the man replied against your soft skin, "hm?"

"turn on the higher intensity s-setting." your voice sounded confident, as if you weren't already making a mess on the little, buzzing adult toy even at the second setting. nagi's fingers were drenched, the sheets underneath you probably soiled with your juices.

"oh?" the snowy-haired man repeated your words in his head, "you wan' more?"

you nodded and the man pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, muttering, "okay, then."

while you did expected a gradual increase in the vibration, you did not expect the intensity to go up to a 5, and then nagi slipping his erection within you immediately afterwards.

"feels good," the man muttered again, his voice so soft that you had to concentrate just to hear his little quips. nagi's hips pistoned in and out of you, a steady, jagged little rhythm that made sure he bumped against your g-spot drag after drag.

with a particularly harsh stroke, nagi stilled within your heat. his tip kept stationary against your kryptonite, and as he pressed the bullet vibrator to your clit, you felt a fire budding within you.

you thrashed against him but you were quickly reminded he was a professional player because he had a chokehold on your body. not one muscle moved without nagi's permission, and you were effectively all but in his control.

he was your puppeteer and you were the helpless, stupid doll he was playing with. he decided everything. from the pace of his strokes, to the intensity. he stopped as he pleased, and then started again. you almost grew frustrated, "sei, fuck me harder."

well, you should have given him clearer instructions. because now the snow-haired prodigy focused. his hips snapped, skin reddening by hitting against your skin and the tip of the vibrating toy placed perfectly on your swollen nub.

"oh my god," you rasped and nagi took it upon himself to fuck you toll you could not utter a word more. as you spasmed against his cock and he emptied himself within you, nagi seishiro could only ask one thing, "wan' more?"

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

★player 07: reo mikage! etch me to your memory, forever.

reo mikage had all the wealth in the world. he could buy you whole if he wanted, but what was the fun in that? he wanted you to remember him. he wanted you to think of him everytime you touched yourself, everytime those wretched fucking bastards touched you.

"jus' like that," his smooth voice guided you, "go slower."

you focused on the smooth baritone of his voice, on the pretty way the syllables rang out of his mouth. you focused on his sound, because frankly, that was all you could do.

you were blindfolded, sat down on his bed and spread open for him to devour you whole.

even with all the access in the world, reo mikage didn't want anything that didn't make him work hard. so, naturally, he wanted to put on a show. he wanted to feel you follow him. he wanted to remind you who he truly was. even if ego wanted him distracted and in shambled, reo pledged to ruin ego's chess piece entirely.

"now, circle your clit." you did as you were told, pace slow and the actions well-calculated. reo smiled, a self-satisfying little thing as you followed his instructions like a lost puppy, "good girl. continue that, keep goin'."

you shook your head, already worked up with your own fingers against yourself. after being filled and defiled by each of them, just having your own fingers felt rather... bland. but as reo's voice guided you, you couldn't help but follow along.

"go faster," he instructed, his own hand falling on his hot, hard erection, "go as fast as your pathetic fucking fingers can go. yeah," he laughed, looking at how you tried to keep up the pace but faltered just a few moments in.

you felt shivers down his spine as you felt his hot breath on your inner thigh. he was so close, yet he did nothing but chant instructions, "put a finger in, and fuck yourself like it's my dick."

you tried, a helpless whine on your lip as you couldn't exactly fuck yourself as well as they could. "awh?" reo questioned, his breath so close to where you wanted it, "cannot?"

"reo, please." you tried to negotiate, still pumping a finger within yourself, "please jus' do something."

"hah," he player laughed, almost flattered at your whines, "can't. just work for it, pretty girl." he waited a moment, seeing your struggle before uttering out, "now, another finger. go on."

you put one more, and he moaned as he tugged on his own erection, "now fuck yourself open on them."

you threw your head back, finally finding some rhythm within your own digits. but as soon as you felt yourself growing hotter with your own touches, a soft hand caught your wrist and then you felt a soft, foreign kiss on your drooling cunt.

"r-reo?" you asked, taken aback by his tongue lapping at you. reo mikage hummed, his grip still tight on your wrist, "shh, just enjoy."

but there was nothing to enjoy. he stopped, making you realize his absence. "reo?" your voice grew feeble and then, you heard a deeper voice. a familiar voice. a voice that echoed against your ear, "missing me?"

rensuke kunigami?!

"huh?" you replied, confused and then a sharp smell invaded your smell. a characteristic smell. the same perfume rin itoshi always wore. and then, your heightened senses let you know that there were a lot more people in this room than you anticipated.

"told ya, didn't i?" isagi yoichi hummed, "if you ever wanted to get fucked dumb, just call us."

oh my god. what kind of a trap did ego jinpachi throw you in?

a/n: PART TWOO IS NOW UPP!! no, i will not apologize for this shit. it got me out of writers block. no, i don't take criticism. only compliments, thankyou. jokes aside, ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH BLUE LOCK OMGGG. catch me writing for them day 'n night now. also, sorry if i mess up somewhere. uni started and brother, all my energy is gone. hope you like it, love ya hotties 💋💋 m.list [check out my other work mwuah]

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