#isagi x reader

[probablysimpledreams]

Isagi is such a romantic. A good romcom or shoujo manga has him yearning for a love story of his own.

So once you two officially become a couple, he’s beyond excited to be the ideal dream boyfriend. He finally gets to live out his fantasies of being the loving boyfriend who spoils you, surprising you with flowers “just because” or winning you a giant teddy bear by destroying a simple carnival game. He practically skips to the car door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you to hold as you exit the vehicle and walk with him towards the restaurant he made reservations for months in advance. You never go a morning without a sweet good morning text, and never end the day without a sweet good night text. He plans cute dates like picnics in the park or late night walks on the beach, his social media page full of photos of you smiling lovingly back at him.

And while it’s no competition, Isagi wears your praises of best boyfriend ever with pride. His heart flutters with every sweet word and kiss that leaves your lips, making him want to be an even better boyfriend for you.

That being said, in his eyes, the real prize isn’t the title of best boyfriend itself but instead it’s seeing you so happy and loved purely because of him<3

[justaregulardumbbitvh]

Finally some good fucking food

Hihi, here is some food for thought, albeit rather niche!

Ex-Professional Footballer Young Manager who agrees to play as a substitute player in a match in exchange for a major business sponsor for Blue Lock, and suddenly was absent from the Blue Lock Facility for a week because of it. The Blue lock boys (who didn't know about her football background bc she didn't think it was anything impressive compared to their achievements in Blue lock) panicking thinking Ego locked her off, only to end up learning the truth and watching (fanboying over) her match.

STRIKER OF THE HEART AND GAME

Notes: Yall never fail to give me the most, diabetic and tooth-decaying ideas to write. Theyre all so sweet, and I love reading ALL your asks.

"Good luck, Y/n-chan! You can do it!" Anri cheered beside you, watching you put on your cleats and gloves inside the sports bag as you sat on the tiles ground of Ego's office.

Speaking of the man, he had his back on you, eyes focused on the CCTV cameras around the facility as he watched the players practice in their own respective stratums and places. He was the epitome of calm, cool, and collected, opposite of the pounding of your heart just thinking about playing the sport once again.

Well, its not like Ego is about to be subbed in a team as its center midfielder where he has no prior knowledge or experience playing with, and being expected to dominate nonetheless.

"Thank you, Anri-san! Um...I'll try my best."

"Why are you nervous, Y/n-chan?"

A squeak was heard from Ego's swivel chair, as the man turned around to face you, his eyes disapproving and empty as it always looked. He stood up before folding his upper half forward to meet your eyes.

"You are in Blue Lock. A team already passed the average-at-best standard and world of Japan. Even if you are a manager here, you know the key to awaken your true capability, you know your own ego and strengths. Use them, use them wisely. I chose you as the manager of this place for a reason."

You looked at the man, your main mentor ever since you have been in this place with a smile. One large enough to brighten up your whole face. You know that even if his words came out somewhat harsh, this is his way of caring. Having seen it time and time again with how he interacted with the Blue Lockers, it was his way of comforting and at the same time looking out for your pre-game morale.

"Of course, Ego-san! I'll win this game!"

And with that, you headed out of the facility, inside one of the buses provided by the higher-ups and started the journey to where the match will be held.

"Y/n-chan! Let's eat lunch togeth- Eh? Y/n-chan?"

Shidou burst through your office door, ready to jump and hug you, and hopefully, have you join him in the cafeteria to eat lunch. But to his surprise, you were not there.

You would always be there when it was lunchtime, writing down some things or eating away in the confines of the room. But today, you were nowhere to be seen.

Shrugging, the striker just hopped his way to the cafeteria, thinking that you may be there. But to his chagrin, you also were not there. Shidou started to get a bit upset and sad, after all, he has not seen you for hours! He needs his daily dose of Y/n.

"Hey, has any of you guys seen Y/n? I haven't seen her since breakfast. She told me she'd help me schedule my workouts." The blonde heard Karasu talking with the other PXG members in the cafeteria.

But much to their worries, everyone seemed to be experiencing the same thing. No one has seen you since you entered the cafeteria to eat breakfast, and that was very unlike you. You would usually be walking around the facility, helping with the players and staff or even accomplishing your never ending responsibilities and tasks.

"Hmm, maybe she is just busy in her office? Or with Ego-san? We know how her work piles up aomost every second. I feel bad for her." Nanase answered Karasu's inquiry. His theory was not that farfetched and could possibly be true if Shidou did not just went there a few minutes ago.

"She isn't in her office, headband. I tried to look for her everywhere, but she isnt here."

"Not even in a different stratum?" Karasu added.

"Dunno. Didn't check."

"Then don't assume, idiots. She's probably in the other stratums-" But Karasu was cut off when their door to the cafeteria opened to reveal Reo who looked a bit panicked.

"Has any of you guys seen Y/n-chan around in your stratum?"

"Er, no. Why?"

"Then she's really missing. I've been running around the other stratums to ask if they've seen her anywhere but she is nowhere! You guys are the last place I asked and...well you get the idea."

Now that made all of them panic, where were you?!

Looking around at each other, they nodded as if they thought the same thing at the same time. There was definitely only one person who knows where you are.

Welp, time to go to Ego's office.

"What?" The man said, annoyed and a bit angry at the accusatory questions. Well, it was not accusatory but the thought of doing what the players were saying made him feel like they think he was dumb.

"Was she kicked out and we'll get a new manager?!" Reo said, panicking.

"What?! No, Y/n-chan is the best. You can't do that!" Charles said, frowning heavily. His teeth bared as if he was ready to bite Ego if he did confirm he kicked you out.

"Oi, four eyes if you kicked her out, I will kick you literally." Shidou threatened.

"Did she leave us here?" Rin said. Even if his voice sounded neutral and cold, there was a slight crack that indicated he was absolutely heartbroken if that was the case.

"No, you idiots. She didn't leave, nor did I kick her out. I am not dumb and she pampers you all too much for her to just leave." Ego rolled his eyes at the overdramatic and outlandish thoughts they had. Instead, he turned his swivel chair to face the monitors that were mounted on the wall.

"She is out for the week. She has to play in some matches. Unfortunately, no is not an option since it was tue JFU's decision. Now leave and go back to training, or else someone will indeed be kicked out of this place, and it's not her. Now go."

This definitely made the PXG team's (and Reo's) ears perk up in interest. You? Playing in a match? In a football match?! Holy cow, why did they not know? Or better yet, why did you not tell them?

That afternoon, most of the PXG members huddled together as they searched your game in the tablet provided in Blue Lock. And to no one's surprise, it was currently live, and the game is just about to start.

Meanwhile, in the Manshine stratum, Reo dragged both Nagi and Chigiri in their rooms and prepared the tablet.

"What are we even watching, Reo? I wanna play." Nagi mumbled on the pillow, laying down on the purple-haired male's bed stomach down, Chigiri who sat down on his bed as well nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mind. But it's not that important, is it." Reo looked offended when Chigiri even tried to insinuate that the match was not important.

"What do you mean not important?! Y/n-chan is going to play as their midfielder! Its the most important thing ever! We're already lacking because we're not there at all to support her! So we have to support her from here."

Now that got Chigiri to straighten up, and Nagi awake, both their eyes wide. They thought it would just be a normal exhibition match. But Reo did not mention you would be playing! Then maybe they would have immediately paid attention.

"You mean Y/n-chan is playing?!" Chigiri said in shock.

"Y/n-chan...I want to watch...!" Nagi said, for the first time paying attention to something, his once half-lidded eyes wide awake and focused on the screen of the tablet.

"Yeah! I didn't tell you?" Reo asked to which he just got a pillow thrown on his face, courtesy of Chigiri.

"No, you dumbass! Just start playing the live, geez."

Needless to say, the two teams even forgot to eat their dinner just to see the end of your match was an understatement. The members were too focused on their screens.

Charles, Rin, Shidou, Chigiri, Reo, and even sometimes Nagi would be muttering curses and mean words towards your teammates who would fail to receive the ball that you so graciously give them from the midfield. There were even times when you would give it to them in a place optimal for a goal, with a pass that even an amateur can score a goal with but they would still miss.

"That number 9 is a fucking idiot." Rin rolled his eyes.

"Number 9? You mean number 21! She is the worst striker I have ever seen! Hmph! If I was (nickname) I would never pass to her!" Charles said throwing his fists up in the air.

"Why is she even the striker? Y/n-chan should have been the striker, and instead, she's stuck at the midfield." Karasu commented.

"Poor Y/n-chan. The enemy team is already ahead of 2 points, and they still have none." Tokimitsu said the moment he saw your face when the camera panned at you. You looked stressed and a bit annoyed at your incompetent teammates.

"If I was her, I would have probably punched that number 21 girl." Shidou said with the angriest face anyone has seen him. After all, they were strikers, and they know a good pass when they see one. Yours were absolutely perfect every time, and if they received a pass like that, they would never waste it away by being locked by the goalkeeper orget stolen by the other team.

The Manshine players were not fairing well either. Reo was clenching the poor blanket too harsh in anger at their strikers and even the defenders and midfielders for leaving you alone at times and not syncing with your smart plans.

"Absolutely horrendous!! Why didn't they go there?! Even an idiot would know that Y/n-chan lured the other team's players there for a reason!" Reo complained.

"They're absolutely brainless at the game." Chigiri rolled his eyes, although he did feel a little amused that someone like Reo, who is usually a gentleman to girls, throwing curse words at the players.

"Hmm...I would be so happy if Y/n-chan gave me a perfect pass like that. She would even clear up some of the defenders just so number 21 or nymber 10 can score a goal." Nagi commented, a frown on his face, not liking that your team was losing.

But of course, when you make a mistake, its forgivable. Like the one time you received the ball a bit sloppily, mainly because you were growing tired.

"Well duh, of course she would miss. She's tired of carrying the whole team on her shoulders." Reo said.

In the dying minutes of the game, with only less than 10 minutes left, with the score being 2-0 in favour of the opposing team, you seemed to have had enough. You became a ballhog, dribbling like a pro against the defenders and midfielders, using your teammates as shields just for you to score a goal.

And let's just say that if Ego was not watching the match as well, he would have scolded the two teams for screaming like wild animals when you scored.

"Now that's a goal you fucking idiots!" Shidou laughed and jumped like a monkey along with Charles.

"She's the only decent player, which sucks." Rin rolled his eyes.

Some of the members of your team ran to congratulate with you, but instead of celebrating, you turned to the striker who looked a bit annoyed that you did not pass to her and scored yourself.

"If you can't do your work as a striker. Then I will do it and score. Do me a favour and get out of my way, that's the least you can do to help this team win."

Everyone was silent after you said it with a straight and emotionless face, just watching you walk away to your place in the court. To say that the striker was pissed was an understatement. She was the striker of this team for more than three years now! She was also older than you, meaning she deserved respect, and you had the audacity? You were just an intern, a replacement of their midfielder.

The other team members were split into two. Some who are close to the striker immediately sided with her and started to glare at you, while some who really wanted to win were more on your side, but they decided to just stay neutral and continue playing.

Until the end of the game, you were a ballhog, passing scarcely to avoid it being stolen by the enemies.

'Tsk, at least some of the defenders in this team are decent.'

Doing a quick roulette on the defender in front of you and immediately holding the shoulder of the one to your left. You squinted your eyes and shot another goal, this time it had a bit of curve to it that the goalkeeper did not read so it resulted into another miracle goal, or atleast thats what they called it because there was only 2 minutes left in the game.

Everyone in the stadium were on their feet, even the commentators stood up shouting in their mic in amazement.

"What...WHAT A GOAL!! THE INFAMOUS MANAGER OF BLUE LOCK HERSELF, Y/N L/N, SCORED A MIRACLE GOAL! A GOAL THAT EQUALIZES HER TEAM!"

In the end, there came an additional time but unfortunately, no goal came. After all, you were tired beyond belief as stamina had always been your problem and hence why you do not play much anymore.

So, it came to penalties. You managed to score your own penalty, but to say that your other teammates flopped was an understatement. The other team, however, managed to score 2 penalty goals, hailing them the winner of the match.

The boys, who watched in the Blue Lock facility, were more than pissed of course. You lost because of those stupid teammates of yours that dragged you down. The worst part is that they know you can produce better plays if only your teammates can catch up to it.

Ego, who waa watching remained neutral as ever, while Anri was gripping her hair in annoyance.

"It can't be helped. This is why we are striving to change Japanese football, Anri-chan." Ego said.

In the locker room, you remained quiet and neutral as always as you took a shower and changed into your normal clothes. But as you did, the striker of the team came out, her face contorted in annoyance.

"We lost because you were a fucking ballhog. Why couldn't you just pass the ball to me or Hana over here? Heck even to Aiyo-"

"Not really. We lost because none of you scored your penalties. Even if not all of you did, if only some of you did, we could have won. My ballhog move was for the best, after all, it was the one that scored us two points and equalized us. It was even the reason we got to play longer." You said with a straight face, just saying facts. But to the others, especially to the striker, you were bragging about being the best in the team and dissing their skills which pissed her off more.

If it was not for the manager walking in, the situation would have gotten worse. Thankfully, the manager was not any of the players as he congratulated and thanked you for your hat trick. And said, it was very much impressive seeing as the opposing team was one of the strongest in Japan.

"It's nothing, sir. I still had fun playing. Thank you."

With one last bow you left them to themselves.

"Why did you not tell us about this?!" Isagi said, mad and horrified. The other two teams did not tell them that you were playing matches and that you did one yesterday and he did not get to watch it?!

"Yeah! Chigiri, you're so mean!" Bachira said with a pout, while Niko just agreed.

"I'll tell Ubers about this. They have another one tomorrow right?"

"Yeah. At 7:30 pm. We wanted to support Y/n-chan even if we're stuck here. But be aware, her team is so shit it gets annoying and that Y/n is the only carrying that team. So yeah..." Chigiri said to which Isagi just shrugged.

"Oh, it can't be that bad, right?"

Oh, how wrong he was. Wednesday came, and all the teams all camped in a meeting room (inside the Bastard Munchen stratum) and set up the live (they managed to convince Ego, which was surprising but knowing his favouritism towards you, it was not that surprising).

At first, it was just the Blue Lockers, but when Kaiser, along with Ness, entered the meeting room, they were a little curious.

"Leave, Kaiser." Isagi rolled his eyes, to which the German just smirked.

"Oh, but I heared little Y/n will be playing a game. I want to watch how she does, of course."

Now, the meeting room was crowded as hell. Even some of the masters went to watch, for God's sake. The moment the match started, the whole pace was quiet down, and everyone's attention was on the screen of the large tv.

You got the ball early in the game as you dribbled past the midfielders and decided to give the strikers one chance to prove if they'll be worth passing to in this match.

You decided to give a curved pass accurate to where number 21 was, till now you did not really have any care to know what her name was. It was a pass that was easy to score a goal with. You put a good spin to it, and it was optimal for any type of straight shot.

Even the Blue Lockers rolled their eyes at this, not liking that you're going easy on your team, especially after what happened last game.

"If she doesn't score that, I don't have any hope for any of them at all, except Y/n-chan." Chigiri commented, remembering how pissed he was when he watched the previous game.

They all watched the striker, receiving the ball with the side of her right foot and kicked to the net only for it to hit the goalpost, bouncing on it to end outside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Isagi let out, everyone started to curse as well as the others.

"I mean, I would make a comment about how they're a Division 3 team. But anyone could have scored that goal..." Yukimiya said, shaking his head. This was a professional team? He thinks not.

"I think I know that striker girl. I have heard of her before... yeah. She was supposedly good, guess fame got to her head and she didn't improve anymore." Niko said, thinking back to some articles he has read about her. If that was the case, it would be rather sad that she wasted her talents and skills to remain in that same level forever instead of bettering herself.

After that fluke of a goal, you ended up just passing the ball to some of the defenders and midfielders who are much more efficient in protecting the ball or even scoring. After all, you were not used to being a ballhog, and the last game was just a desperate measure. But now, you had time to flesh out the game and your strategies instead of going all instinct.

Passing to one of the midfielders whom you knew named Yuko, you let her weave her way through the enemies before using her being stuck in the middle of two of them as a way for her to have no choice but pass it to you, which she did. You received it through the small opening before running through the field, dribbling the ball as fast as you can (you weren't a natural like Bachira or even Lavinho, but you weren't bad at it) before you were stopped by the opponent's defenders, who were lured by the aspect that you were not the best dribbler they have seen and to hopefully steal the ball.

Instead of fighting or dribbling past them, you kicked the ball high. It was high enough to seem like it was a pass, only it was to get past the defenders. It curved downwards as the goalkeeper tried to catch it, to no avail.

You scored your first goal of the night. And by God, was it magical to see. You were like a magical siren, elegantly swimming past the defenders, luring them using your elegant plays and seemingly understandable and naive plays so they can try and intercept you, only for you to turn around and be the one to make use of their belief that you were an easy. Just like the old sailors who thought that the beautiful girl in the middle of the ocean was an innocent woman, lured in by her beauty and hypnotizing voice, only to be dragged down the sea in despair.

You were that. Beautiful yet deadly. This was something none of the players or even masters have seen.

You looked ahead at the goal, not even celebrating as you just wiped the sweat on your forehead. As if you did not just plunge the opposing defenders into your sea, drowning them in despair.

"Damn...I've never seen her play...I kinda wish I did before..." Oliver said, breathless. The rest seemed like it as well, as if they were the players on the field, affected by your siren song.

"Now I get why Ego called her play...hypnotizing once...this is what he meant..." Kunigami added.

"Heh, a play that is so beautiful yet naive looking to lure in those around her, only to turn around and show her hidden monstrous side the moment she's in her golden zone for a goal. A killer playstyle that kid got." Lavinho said as he rested his back on the walls. You looked like you were dancing on the field so beautifully and elegantly. He would know since he was a dancer. And now he wonders if you had any backgrounds in dancing. The way you position your foot, your posture, the way you moved, and your isolation, it all reminded him of a dancer. He'll have to ask you.

"See! I told you guys. Y/n-chan is absolutely breathtaking when she plays." Bachira said excitedly. He had you play with him before, and he had a taste of your true ego before. Needless to say, it was one of the reasons why he had a crush on you somewhat. Your posture and the way you moved with a ball at the time to him was the perfect form for dribbling. And so, he would ask you for help in training and well, it was brutal but fun.

"Hmm, now I know your hidden side, Y/n. That crazy four-eyes definitely picked the right person to be the manager of these losers." Kaiser whispered under his breath.

ADDITIONAL TIME:

After the game:

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:

isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)

it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)

rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)

karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)

sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)

[yoiisa]

what kind of drunk are they?

a/n: FIRST POST YAYYYY!! I wanted to cast a wide net with this one, so when I say I had like five tabs of character wikis open at once of all the different shows, I mean that. Im sure I still missed someone's fav characters tho, and Im sorrryyyy ToT.

Anyways, tag yourself as what kinda drunk you are, or tag your other favs as their type of drunk. I'm mopey/cuddly!!

THE MOPEY ONE!

"Y/N!" You turn your head from your drink to see your boyfriend hunched over the counter of the bar. He throws his head back as he wails for you, before putting his head back onto the counter. You giggle and walk over to him, just for him to open his mouth and call out, "Y/N!!" As you approach the counter again, one of the bartenders gives you a relived look. "Thank god, he's been like this for the past ten minutes. Are you his partner?" they ask. You nod and take the seat next to your boyfriend. "He gets like this when he gets really drunk. I'm sorry if it's a disturbance." The bartender shrugs. "As long as he's not shouting anymore-" "Y/N!!" "Oh my god, I'm here, I'm here," you laugh and pat his head. He lifts his head from where he'd burrowed it into his arms and pouts as he stares up at you. His eyes are wide and wet, and he sniffles. "Where'd you goooooooooo? I was so lonely..." "You were drinking babe," you giggle, petting him softly. "I thought you were kept company?" His pout somehow grows deeper and shakes his head. He leans into your touch and shakes his head. "I only wan' you..."

NAGI, CHIGIRI, hiori, YUTA, CHOSO, INUMAKI , KENNY ACKERMAN, porco, CONNY, SHINICHIRO, chifuyu, baji, kokonoi, inui, BAKUGOU, KAMINARI, tamaki + (Your Favs!)

THE CUDDLY/GIGGLY ONE!

There is absolutely no universe where you should've been able to actually carry your boyfriend home from the bar. Maybe the alcohol had given you super strength though, because here you are. "Stop going to the gym," you groan as you dump your boyfriend on your couch. You stare down at him, considering the likelihood of him throwing up. No. He wouldn't. You don't think so at least. He stares up at you and smiles. A string of erratic giggles pour from his lips as he reaches up to you, his arms ready to wrap around you and yank you straight down to his chest. "C'mere!" he cheers. "Wanna cuddle!" "Umm," you laugh, "wait, stay like that." You reach for your phone from your pocket, but your heart stops when you notice it's not in your pocket anymore. No, no no no no- Did you leave it in the bar? Did it fall out of your pocket on the way home? Hopefully it's in the car maybe- "Looking for this?" he asks coyly, holding up your phone in between his thumb and index finger. He waves it in front of your face, "Snatched it from your pocket!" You sigh and rub your hands over your face. "Thank you, now give it-" "No!" he shouts and tosses it onto the floor. You watch it for a moment as it (thankfully) falls onto the plush carpet. In your moment of fear and surprise, you freeze and he attacks. He leaps from the couch and wraps his arms like a vice around your shoulders. Before you can think, he practically drags you down to the couch with him. He legs wrap around your waist and he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Perfect," he hums and you finally give into your fate.

BACHIRA, kunigami, REO, nanase, ITADORI, gojo, TODO, armin, takemichi, KAZUTORA, izana, RINDOU, KIRISHIMA, MIDORIYA, SHIGARAKI + (Your Favs!)

THE STOIC ONE!

You could not stop laughing. Your stomach was beginning to hurt. Your boyfriend - sweet, perfect, loving boyfriend - looked so fucking stupid right now. His face, flushed from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, was still as stone. You had your camera in his face, and was prodding his cheek, but he would not look at you! For anything! It was hilarious. He was so laser focused on just being able to stay upright, you honestly felt a little bit bad. But then he'd do a frog blink, where one eye'd go down before the other, and you'd be back to losing your fucking mind over his state. "Maybe you had too much?" you suggest, but the silence you're met with makes you burst out into giggles. You try to take it a step further after another moment, and prod him in his stomach. You're gaze drops to his side when you feel his abs. There's no way. This fucker tensed his stomach. In fact, he's tensed his whole body! You slump against his shoulder and try to calm down, but it's a bit of a losing battle. You look up at him once you've finally slowed down and beam up at him. "Baby boy, how much did you drink?" Finally, you seem to snap him out of it. He slowly turns his head to look at you, as if he's terrified that if he moves too quickly, his head'll twist right off. When he finally manages to meet your gaze though, his heart stops. Perfect. Oh my god. You're so perfect. You're eyes are glowing in the dim lighting of the bar, your skin glows red, but it's just the right amount to make you look like you have a romantic aura. Your hair is falling just right over your forehead, and your cheeks are puffed up in a smile. His mask finally cracks ever so slightly, and he leans down to press his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours, and you hum. "I think I had too much," he whispers. "I might puke." "If you puke on me, I'll poison your toothpaste." "Gothcha."

ISAGI, baro, RIN, KAISER, MEGUMI, EREN, HANGE, REINER, nicolo, JEAN, zeke, NAOTO, ran, all might, IIDA, TODOROKI, sero, aoyama + (Your Favs!!)

THE SOBER ONE!

You're head was pounding, and you blearily looked around at the shot glasses, martini glasses, champagne flutes, wine glasses, and every other type of glass known to man. You'd dared your boyfriend that you'd be able to out drink him, but right now you just felt like crying. You and him had drank the same amount, who knew how much the tab was. And yet, you were the one completely drunk out of your mind, while he was chilling in the stool next to you, watching you with a smirk. No, actually, you were pissed as hell. You whip your head around to look at the bastard, and all you get is blurry vision and a sensation akin to getting shot in the head. "It's okay, shh, shh," he says, petting your head and cooing. "Just cool down, I ordered you water." "Nnnnnnnoooooo! Screeeeeeewwwww you!" You slap his hand away and whimper. "My head hurts..." "Yeah sweetie, I'm pretty sure you drank half your weight in alcohol . . ." he sighs. He adds, more to himself than anything, "I didn't even know that was possible." " 'Ts not fair," you whine. "You always beat me in everything!" "You're so whiny all the time," he teases. You punch him in the ribs. "Babe, what the fuck!" he coughs. He doubles over and his head hangs as he tries to regain his standing. You giggle and his heart aches at the sound. He looks up at you and his eyes soften as he sees you laughing softly. "Well, you're stronger than me so at least there's that." "Mmmmm, carry me!" you ask, stretching your arms up, even though he's still hunched over. "Yes princess," and after he pays for the tab, he has one arm hooked beneath your knees, another wrapped behind your back, and your heels dangling from his fingers.

SAE, AIKU, shido, GETO, NANAMI, SUKUNA, toji, LEVI, ERWIN, draken, MITSUYA, aizawa, shinso, DABI + (Your Favs!!)

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isagi w a moody gf who slanders everyone with him

Slander

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Isagi wigh a moody girlfriend who slanders everyone with him

[948 words]

      It’s hot, you’re bored, and Rin Itoshi is existing.

      It’s hot. Stupid hot. The kind of heat that makes the air ripple like it’s trying to escape its own existence. The sun is a personal attack. You’re bored. You’re sitting next to Isagi Yoichi on the metal bleachers, which are probably violating several safety codes for surface temperature. Your legs are lazily propped up on the row below you, and you’re sipping lukewarm water from a bottle like it’s fine wine and you’re watching a midsummer Shakespeare production in Central Park.

      “Why is he running like he’s trying to escape his emotions,” you mutter, eyes tracking Rin as he bolts down the field like someone just told him joy is contagious.

      Isagi snorts beside you, one leg bouncing like he’s either stressed or just too wired to sit still. “That man’s sprinting like happiness is a threat chasing him.”

      You laugh, sharp and cruel. “You think he practices his facial expressions in the mirror? Like—” you contort your face into the perfect, brooding Rin Itoshi grimace, complete with a thousand-yard stare.

      Isagi nearly chokes on his sports drink. “Babe stawpppp. You know he has older brother issues”

      “Ichi,” you say, deadpan, “he looks like a tax auditor in a soccer jersey.”

      You both watch as Rin kicks the ball into the net with enough force to probably commit a war crime. He doesn’t celebrate. Just stands there like he's mourning the goalpost’s family.

      “Why does he always look like he’s beefing with air?” Isagi adds, now fully committed to the slander.

      “He’s fighting his demons. And losing.”

      You both burst out laughing, and a few players glance your way. Rin just looks up at you two, expression unreadable.

      “You think he’s plotting how he’s gonna kill us?” You nudge your egoist boyfriend.

      “Wouldn’t surprise me.” He shrugs.

      “He’s one bad day away from wearing a black turtleneck and writing spoken word poetry about ‘betrayal’ and ‘the inevitability of rot,’” Isagi says, and honestly you can see it.

      You turn to him, dead serious. “We need to stop.”

      “We really do,” he agrees. And then adds, “...but like, just one more.”

      You both dissolve into giggles again, nearly doubled over on the bench. And maybe it’s messed up and you’re both objectively horrible people but when Isagi leans over and presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin? You feel like this is the healthiest relationship you’ve ever had. Isagi Yoichi’s hand is warm in yours, but his mouth is on fire.

      Kaiser walks by and that’s when Isagi really wakes up. You both watch in synchronized loathing. You both go quiet. Not because you’re scared, but because the slander file for Kaiser is a thick one, and requires a moment of reverence. Kaiser is different. Rin is a sad boy. But Kaiser? He's insufferable. The kind of guy who unironically quotes Nietzsche during warmups and thinks it makes him profound. The kind of guy who smells like designer cologne and trauma.

      “There goes the human embodiment of an overpriced vape.” You roll your eyes as he walks past.

      “He looks like he’d ghost you after three dates and then post a story saying ‘loyalty is rare’ while wearing Gucci flip-flops.”

      You snort, barely suppressing the wicked grin stretching across your face as you look at the blond across the field.

      “I saw him post a picture the other day captioned ‘the sun shines because I exist.’”

      Yoichi blinks. “You’re kidding.”

      “I wish I was. Bro thinks he’s God’s favorite when he’s just a walking narcissism test.”

      You both watch as Kaiser dramatically flicks his hair after scoring a goal in practice.

      “Bro celebrates like he just earned a nobel prize every time he taps in a goal someone else set up,” Isagi mutters.

      Your eyes narrow. “He’s got NPC energy but the kind that thinks he’s the protagonist.”

      Isagi adds on. “He's a cutscene character tryna speedrun main story.”

      “He moans his own name during sex. I know he does.”

      “No, no, he’s the type to say, ‘You’re welcome’ after.”

      You both break down laughing, giggling like you’re in on some secret that would probably get you ejected from the stadium if anyone overheard. You're chaos incarnate together, one braincell, and it's being shared exclusively for slander.

      Isagi’s eyes sparkle. He loves this. He loves you—sharp tongue, mean streak and all. The way your voice goes up when you’re mid-insulting, the way your eyes gleam when you say something truly heinous. The fact that you’ve declared war on everyone who’s ever tried to outshine him.

      “Do you ever think we’re just… bad people?” you ask suddenly, smiling softly.

      “Absolutely,” He says without hesitation. “But we’re bad people together, so it cancels out.”

      Yoichi pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

      Bachira skips over, chipper as hell. “I brought snacks!”

      You and Isagi share a look.

      “You’re the kind of guy who’d share gummy worms during a hostage situation.” Isagi laughs, opening the box of nerds Bachira generously gave.

      “Or get recruited by a cult and think it’s a youth group.” You added on.

      Bachira just laughs like it’s a compliment. He's lucky you actually like him.

      Later, when practice ends and you’re walking back with Isagi, your hand slips into his. There’s a quiet warmth there.

      “You know,” he says, squeezing your fingers, “I think I’d actually go insane if you weren’t here.”

      “Really?”

      “Mhm! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” He smiles, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration before adding, “...and the worst thing that’s happened to everyone else.”

      And really, that’s all you ever wanted to be.

[iluvkeiko]

Me and my best-friend had such a fun time voicing this.💗

Hey idk if you've written for this before but isagi dating an itoshi sibling and I would love to read about that if its alright with you.

I love your writing sm💗💗!

“𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞”

a/n: thank you sm!!!

i was debating between both brothers finding out at the same time or sae, being the older brother, knowing that you were dating isagi and then it's just rin who's the last to find out lol

(art credits go to yamakadatoomta)

you really thought you had it handled. 

the plan was foolproof: isagi would come over under the pretense of borrowing a book you absolutely did not own, you’d hang out for twenty minutes, kiss him goodbye at the door, and no one would be any the wiser. your brothers had no reason to suspect anything. sae was always mentally in spain, and rin actively avoided eye contact with anyone not shaped like a soccer ball. 

so when you opened the door and saw isagi standing there looking like he’d just been interrogated by the CIA, you knew something had gone horribly wrong. 

“yoichi," you said slowly. "what happened?" 

“i ran into rin outside,” he whispered. “i panicked. i told him i was here to see sae.” 

you blinked. “what.” 

“and then, then rin asked why i was here to see sae, and i said… to talk about… defensive tactics?” 

“you’re a striker.” 

“i know! i panicked!” 

“yoichi,” you hissed, dragging him inside. “you had one job.” 

before you could close the door, you heard footsteps – two pairs. heavy. foreboding. emotionally repressed. 

rin entered first, giving isagi the kind of look you usually reserved for gum stuck to your shoe. “he said he wanted to talk tactics with sae,” he muttered. “i knew something was off. he called him sir.” 

sae followed with a flat expression and a slightly raised brow. “didn’t even offer me coffee first.” 

you knew the jig was up. there was no salvaging this. isagi was sweating bullets, trying to stand straight like he was being drafted, and your heart was pounding in a way that felt less romantic and more like a cardiac arrest. 

so you did what any rational person would do in a moment of pressure and anxiety. 

you blurted it out. 

“he’s dating me!” 

the silence that followed was so heavy it could’ve crushed a small animal. 

rin blinked, slowly, like his brain had blue-screened. 

sae stared at you, then at isagi, then back at you. 

“ew,” rin finally said, voice flat. “seriously?” 

“yes,” you said. “for three months.” 

sae tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure out if he was being punked. “wait. you’re into him?” 

“what is that supposed to mean?” isagi asked, mildly offended. 

“no offense,” sae replied, looking at him like a very bland granola bar. “you just seem... soft.” 

“soft?” isagi looked at you like he was reconsidering his whole personality. “am i soft?” 

“you cried during marley & me,” you said. 

“that movie was sad!” 

rin cut in, eyes narrowing. “when were you planning to tell us?” 

“ideally?” you said. “never.” 

sae gave a soft snort and dropped onto the couch like this was suddenly the most entertaining thing to happen all week. “honestly, i’m impressed you kept it from him.” he jerked his thumb at rin. “dude gets suspicious when the milk moves to a different shelf.” 

“hey,” rin snapped. “i’m observant.” 

“you thought she was sneaking out to play genshin with friends,” sae deadpanned. 

“i did!” rin said, defensively. then paused. “… you weren’t?” 

“bro,” you said. “be serious.” 

rin ran a hand down his face and looked at isagi like he was mentally picturing him being thrown off a cliff. “so what, you just lied to me for three months?” 

“you terrorized my last boyfriend,” you shot back. “he bought you a cake and you said it tasted like lies.” 

“it did.” 

“it was vanilla.” 

“exactly.” 

isagi cleared his throat. “look, i get it. if i had a little sister, i’d be protective too.” 

rin looked him dead in the eye. “you don’t. and now you never will.” 

“that doesn’t make any sense,” isagi whispered. 

“stop threatening my boyfriend,” you muttered, elbowing rin’s side. 

sae, who had somehow taken one of the snack bags out of isagi’s plastic bag like this was a matinee show, spoke up. “as long as he doesn’t screw up, i don’t care. it’s actually kind of cute. tragic. but cute.” 

you stared at him. “tragic?” 

“i just know it’s going to be so awkward when you break up,” sae said casually, like he was talking about the weather. 

“why would we break up?” you asked. 

“statistically speaking,” he shrugged, popping a chip in his mouth. 

“okay, thanks for the support, father of the year.” 

isagi, visibly fighting for his life, spoke up again. “for the record, i really care about her. and i’m serious. like… serious-serious.” 

rin stared. 

sae nodded like a dad giving half-hearted approval at a little league game. 

“hm,” sae said. “just don’t get caught making out in the living room.” 

“or the kitchen,” rin added. “i still have to eat there.” 

you groaned and threw your head back. “can we not visualize that right now?” 

rin muttered something that sounded like “disgusting” under his breath, while sae stood up, stole another snack, and wandered off like nothing happened. 

isagi sagged into the couch beside you, shell-shocked. “i think i aged ten years.” 

“you handled it like a champ,” you said, patting his thigh. 

“really?” 

“no.” 

but you smiled, and he smiled back, and despite the chaos, you felt oddly okay. 

because if your brothers were willing to tolerate isagi, even after all this? maybe it was love after all.  

or at least enough to survive the next family dinner. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[unluckilyimnot]

could you do blue lock characters headcanon as your classmate

bllk boy as your classmate - isagi, sae, hiori, rin, shidou, chigiri, bachira, reo, nagi

Note: thank you for asking! It was fun

m.list | rules

Isagi

He's so sweet, calm and helpful it's amazing

You don't even hesitate to ask for a pen with him, he'll give you a pretty one !

He's not the best at school, but he'll help you out the best he can if you ask him

He's cute and rather funny if you spend some time with him during the break

He's shy at first, it takes time before he's comfortable around you but when he is, he invites you to his match

You two get called out sometimes because you talk a lot !

He's not that popular so you don't get bothered by anyone beside your friends asking WHY you talk to him that much

Just saying he's nice isn't enough, they'll play cupid for sure

Chigiri

Compliments your hair and how healthy it looks

It shocks you because he's not nice with everyone (you'll never hear the end of it)

He's the one you share your magazine with at the break between classes

He can't really help you out in class but he's nice to have in a group assignment!

He's dedicated to the job he has to do and helps around a lot

He's a bit harsh with people sometimes and once told you how he thinks one of your friends as shitty tastes

You just know he thinks highly of you to talk to you regularly when you're just his classmate

But you can't help it but like to talk with him, he's cool and nice to be around

Bachira

He goof around, making you laugh a lot

You probably find him weird too, if you rather feat in, but that doesn't mean you dislike him

He's nice to talk to, you like hearing his thoughts even if everything go pretty fast in there

He shows you drawing/painting his mom did

He consider you as a friend before you can say a word and he wants to hang out more

He invites you to his match as well ! He loves to hear your thoughts afterwards

You're the weirdo's friend but it doesn't feat that bad with you, he's really nice and you're happy to be close with him

Reo

He's seem so out of touch even if he talks with everyone, it's unsettling

Yet, you're always smiling when he asks you about your day or weekend when he sits back next to you

It's a pure pleasure to work with him, he's so smart it makes things so easy

He notices when you change something about your hair or your supplies – he always asks when you got your cute pen or stuff like that

He's charming, your friends are sure you're in love with him

People are jealous of you bc you get to sit next to him all he time and at school, it's the closest thing to intimate

Nagi

You consider him a lucky charm

You choose your team when you borrowed him a pen and got 97 at your test

He never bothers you since he sleep a lot, but he always asks if he doesn't take too much space but you never mind it

He lets you pet his hair now to wake him up for the break, he loved it the first time and asked you to do it again

You give him your notes without hesitation, you don't mind

People actually ask you question about him but you rarely have answers

You got closer to Reo without meaning to bc Nagi talked about you with him

Sae

Worse classmate /hj

It takes time before he softens around you

He never talks, barely answers you when you ask him if he heard what the teacher said

It's only when he sees you having A REAL hard time that he offers some help

He barely can help you but he'll surprisingly do his best to do so

It's not bad to work with him though, he does what he has to do even if he sucks

If after some time you get a bit closer, he'll tell you to come to one of his match sometimes

You don't want to go at first but go anyway, and it's a good surprise honestly

Talk about it with him and you're sure to start a friendship with him

Shidou

He's sooooo chill

It's a pleasure to have him around honestly

He's funny, he talks to you as if you're a friend of him already when not

He flirts with you and it makes you laugh a lot honestly

He's not necessarily good, he can't really help, you help him more than the other way around but it's fine

He invites you after-school with his friends but you never really go

He always seem really happy to see you and greets you happily everyday

Hiori

So sweet

He's not really talkative at first but after a few weeks he starts to ask you about your week-end

His voice is so soft it's calming

He's always asking if you're ok after a bad test and pat your shoulder

You invite him to eat with you sometimes at lunch but he doesn't really say yes at first bc there's your friends as well

If you're alone, why not

Rin

He barely talks as well

He helps you only in English, after telling you you suck ofc

If you're good at it too, he immediately think higher of you

But he's mostly calm to be around and doesn't bother you, ever

He's shy to ask for anything and rather stay stuck than ask for help

You still offer him your notes if he needs, but he never say yes

He's so annoying bc he never agrees with you or accepts your help

Let me know if you liked it !

[theresatzu]

Blue Lock characters and being called a simp by their friends

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Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Zantetsu, Nagi & Reo

Tropes: Fluff, boyfriend!bluelockcharacter

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Isagi Yoichi

Stammers, blushes, gets flustered. Tries to deny it but fails miserably.

"What? No, I'm not." Isagi crossed his arms, looking away petulantly.

"Oh, you so are!" Bachira exclaimed, poking his reddened cheek.

"Shut up!"

"Deny it all ya want, but anyone can look through that act." Hiori snickered.

"Okay then, name one example." Isagi crossed his arms.

"Remember the time you ran out in the rain, because Y/n forgot to bring her umbrella. Without jacket, too!"

Isagi went bright red. "That... that was just because..."

Bachira brightened, "You guys remember when he went all sulking because Y/n couldn't make it to his game?"

"What? No! I wasn't sulking!" Isagi disconcurred, but even to him his voice seemed weak.

"And remember when--"

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Isagi slapped his hand over Hiori's mouth, face bright red.

"Maybe... maybe I'm a little bit of a simp--"

Bachira let out a burst of devilish laughs, pressing the off button of his phone.

"I RECORDED IT!"

"I'm showing this to Y/n."

"YOU TRAITORS--"

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Itoshi Rin

Vehemently refutes the argument like a lashed out cat, but anyone can tell he's lying through his teeth.

Rin's phone pinged, signalling an incoming text message. Rin spared it a cursory glance before huffing, the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly.

"Wait a second... Rin, are you smiling?" Isagi said, disbelievingly.

"What? No." Rin immediately denies.

"You are." Isagi stated, a grin of his own forming on his lips. "You were totally smiling at your phone just now. Were you texting someone? Wait... is it..."

Rin's neck blossomed into a red hue.

From anger, obviously.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about." Rin hissed, his lips pulled back into a snarl.

"Okay. Then show me your phone." Isagi deadpanned.

"...no."

Isagi raised an eyebrow. "If you've got nothing to hide, then why are you getting so nervous? Or is it because of Y/--"

Rin threw a football against Isagi's face, effectively cutting him off.

"Shut the fuck up, you goddamn immature NPC. Don't you have anything else to do? Like train for example? Instead, you're here dwelling on my love life, like some goddamn idiot." Rin snapped, eyes narrowed and fists balled.

He then stormed out of the room, but not before throwing a dead glare over his shoulder.

Isagi was left behind, stunned and with a bruised face.

Despite that, he was smiling knowingly.

Love life, huh?

Rin had actually acknowledged it.

And he hadn't even noticed.

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Bachira Meguru

Owns up to it, like its a Nobel Prize.

"You're such a goddamn simp, it's actually annoying. Am I the only normal person here?" Rin grumbled.

"Me? A simp?" Bachira pointed at himself, flummoxed.

Rin threw him a disgusted look. "Yes, you. Now get out of my face, you're going to make me puke."

Bachira looked at Isagi, a questioning look in his eyes.

Isagi shrugged in return. "I mean... he has a point."

Eyes lighting up, Bachira stalked up to Rin, undeterred by the withering look Rin shot him.

"You mean it? Really?"

"Get out of my face, blunt bangs." Rin snarled.

Bouncing away from Rin, before Rin would actually singlehandedly strangle him, Bachira singsang, "Rin-chan's just jealous I have a beautiful girlfriend whom I love very much."

Rin eyed him, disparagingly, "You're actually revolting."

"No, I'm a simp!" Bachira laughed delightedly.

"If you won't stop screeching like a damned banshee, you'll be dead."

"Simp, simp, simp!"

"Now he's asking for it, lukewarm NPC."

Isagi's eyes widened, concern flitting over his expression.

"Wait Rin... what are you doing? Wait... Why are you picking up that chair? Wait... no, don't throw it--"

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Zantetsu Tsurugi

Absolutely clueless. He doesn't have the faintest clues as to what it entails.

"I'm a... dimp?" Zantetsu echoed, blinking owlishly.

Reo rolled his eyes. "A simp, dumbass."

Nagi rolled over, his eyes bleary. "Reo, why are you trying to explain it to him? It's such a hassle. He won't understand anyway."

Pushing his glasses against his face, Zantetsu tilted an eyebrow. "So I'm a "simp". That must mean that I can make things with much easity."

Reo facepalmed. "You mean, you can handle things with much ease."

None the wiser, Zantetsu responded. "That's what I just spoken."

Nagi sighed.

Shaking his head, Reo snickered.

"He's not only a simp, he's dumb, too."

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Nagi Seishiro

Shrugs it off. He's really casual about it. He doesn't really care. (Internally, he's smiling)

"Lazy slug? Are you actually... moving?" Barou watched him with an incredulous look on his face.

Nagi blinked at him. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Bachira chimed in, "It looks like you've been possessed. What happened with "everything being a hassle"?"

Nagi trudged on. "I need to get something from the grocery store for Y/n, that's all. It's not a hassle."

It's not a hassle.

It's not a hassle.

I t s n o t a h a s s l e

"Wow..." Bachira said, awe-struck.

"What a goddamn simp." Barou shook his head. "If he even put as much effort in his football as he does in that relationship, he might actually be a decent player."

"Hey now... I beat you in a one-on-one." Nagi retorted. "Anyway, I'm off now. Speaking with you is such a bother."

Then Nagi walked off.

"Hey! Come back here! Pick up your dirty socks!"

"You're closer, do it for me, King." Nagi called back.

"What?!" A vein bulged on Barou's forehead.

"Tch. Can't even do something as simple as picking up the laundry."

"But he's actually going all the way to the grocery store, huh?"

Well yeah. Nagi Seishiro was a slug through and through, but when he was actually motivated to do something, he would set his mind to it.

And well, maybe doing these things once in a while wasn't really a hassle.

Especially if it was for you.

If that made him a simp, well, it wasn't necessarily an insult, was it?

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Mikage Reo

Flustered, but covers it up with confidence. (He's thinking about it afterwards).

Reo softly glanced at the hairtie you'd given him before his game, spinning it around his finger as he smiled slightly.

"You've been staring at that raggedy thing for over five minutes now." Chigiri asserted flippantly.

Flinching as he was startled out of his revery, Reo coughed, attempting to cover up his momentarily zoning-out.

"Have I? Ha, I must be tired then."

"Are you now?" Chigiri fixed him with a pointed stare.

"You don't look tired. In fact, you look pathetic. I thought you had hit rock bottom when you lost Nagi, but when you're separated from your girlfriend, you turn even more untolerable. Staring at that... thing."

"Hey!" Reo sat up, an indignant expression on his countenance. "I'm not untolerable. See," He threw away the hairpiece.

A beat passed.

"You want to pick it up, don't you."

"...yeah."

"God, you're such a simp." Chigiri shook his head dismayfully, his opulent red locks swishing elegantly with the motion of his head.

Reo's eyes shot open, and the tips of his ears turned red. "Wah-- me? I mean... pfft. You have to treat your partner right, right? That includes the gifts they give you, too."

Chigiri gave him an impassionate glance. "Even when it has already outlived its purpose?"

Scoffing, Reo pivoted on his spot. "I can still use it."

Chigiri raised his arms in the air in a disarming manner. "Sure. Alright. But don't go lending my elastics when yours break."

The redhead shuffled out of the room, his hair swaying behind him, as if taunting Reo.

Scowling, Reo sat down.

He chanced a look at the hairpiece in his hand.

Should I throw it away?

His hand reached the bin can, but he couldn't let go of the object.

Sighing, he wrenched the tie around his wrist.

For good luck. No other reason.

His cheeks flushed.

Reo groaned, burying his head in his arms.

Maybe he really was a simp.

[neeeooon]

a fic with isagi and reader -> reader gets hit in the face by a football, landing on their ass on the ground and soon after, footsteps could be heard as they look up, dizzy just to find a cute boy right in front of them. he’s kneeling down and worriedly puts his hands on their shoulders, profusely apologising and asking if they’re okay. reader is about to say yes, a cheeky grin present on their face and give him a thumbs up, only to feel something running down their nose. it’s blood. isagi panics and helps reader up as they laugh at him, he runs around trying to find tissues and whatnot, and all is well at the end but he still feels veeery guilty and offers to buy reader ice cream. (totally not because he finds them cute and nice to talk to, wanting to talk to them more. nope!) i’m sorry if i’m requesting too much 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

nose bleeds and meet cutes

isagi yoichi x gn!reader. crack, fluff. cussing. slight mention of injury/blood. wc: 415

"oh, shi—look out!" you looked up from your phone to see what all the noise was about, just in time to catch a soccer ball with your face. the force of the blow was enough to knock you on your ass, and your eyes pinched shut as pain flared in your head, hands, and bottom. "ow..."

"i'm so sorry!" someone dropped in front of you, and after taking a few seconds to compose yourself, you squinted your eyes open to find a cute boy through your blurred vision. you felt his hands brush your shoulders as he checked you for any other injuries. "that was an accident, i swear! the ball just hit my foot the wrong... anyway, are you okay?"

though everything hurt, you could tell that the boy felt guilty and didn't want to burden him anymore. you flashed a cheeky grin, held a shaky thumb up, and opened your mouth to say yes when you suddenly felt something warm drip down your lips. judging by the way his eyes widened, you guessed it was blood.

"oh shit, oh fuck," he panicked, tossing his bag to the ground as he rummaged around for tissues. "you're not okay, you liar!"

he shoved a thick bundle of tissues to your face as he helped you stand, and you couldn't help but laugh at him the entire time. "and you're laughing. oh no. i broke your brain!"

the cute boy, whom you heard someone call isagi, practically dragged you to the nurse's office to get checked for a concussion.

"i accidentally kicked a ball at them pretty hard. they won't die, right?" he rushed, which made you snort (and regret when pain flared in your nose), and the nurse smile. "they'll be fine. nothing feels broken, but i suggest you take it easy for a few days, y/n."

isagi followed you out of the office, and you could feel his stare on you, so intense it nearly burned. "i'm not mad," you explained in an attempt to stop him from staring holes in your shirt. "it was an accident. we're good!"

"i still feel bad," he grumbled, awkwardly shifting his weight between his feet. "would you... would it... c-can i buy you an ice cream? to make up for almost breaking your nose?"

if your face wasn't still blotchy from the impact of the soccer ball, you're sure you would have blushed. "sure! soft serve, though. my teeth are still kinda rattled."

"o-of course!"

[cwwv9]

«How to live if you’re a hurricane?»

— without gender!extrovert!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: The material contains an increased emotional character, elements of obsessive attention and vivid charisma, hyperactive behavior of the main reader, violations of rules and risky situations. The narrative is artistic, stylized. Suitable for readers who love chaos, energy and passion.

Note: old text from notes 02 lol, but I corrected it a little. Enjoy reading!

We have a hyperactive reader and this is how the guys from Blue Loka will react to it.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Isagi Yoichi

• You’re like a virus in his system - you prevent him from concentrating, distracting, breaking into plans and strategies.

• "Yoichi, go climb the wall!" you say, and he is in the middle of a tactical review.

• But he’s going. Because you’re charging him. You’re the person with whom he feels his life is bigger than football.

• You are a feast, even in the simplest things. And he falls in love when he understands: he builds tactics not only to win, but also so that you have something to celebrate.

Meguro Bachira

• You are two fools, all of them one.

• He jumps - you’re in the air. He roars - you scream. He runs - you’re ahead. He thinks you’re both out of this world, and that’s wonderful.

• You’re dancing in the middle of the street, chasing pigeons, creating chaos and shouting, "This is our city!"

• He falls in love instantly, from the first second. For him you are the other half of a monster. His own energy.

Hiori Yo

• You are his contrast.

He is quiet, strategic, inward. And you live for the break. You jump, scream, rejoice every day as if it were the last.

• You pull it out of your head. You say, "Yo, you think too much! Go be a fool!"

He is at first terrified, but then notices that with you he breathes more freely.

• He falls in love when you hug him sharply in the middle of the street just because "the sun is beautiful".

• With you he learns to be himself. And no longer wants to go back into silence

Michael Kaiser

• You are a new religion for him. He meets you and immediately thinks: "Who is this crazy star?"

• You don’t react to his pappus, you don’t look in, you don’t flatter him. Instead, you confuse him by saying, "Do you always pose? Or do you have a real life?"

Kaiser in shock. Then in rage. And then in admiration.

• You’re not afraid to be yourself, and it’s driving him crazy. You don’t walk - you fly in. You don’t talk - you throw sparks.

• And he, the king of the scene, suddenly realizes that he wants to be there. Because no one else is making him lose control. And that’s true passion.

Alexis Ness

• You’re literally scaring him.

He’s sensitive, anxious, slightly dependent. And you’re a natural disaster in human form.

• But you’re... kind. You don’t laugh at his sensitivity. You defend him. You say he’s cool, just too shy. You don’t pull it - you drive it, but always turn around to make sure it’s there.

• It starts to stretch. Slowly, like a plant to the sun. You are its sun.

• He falls in love the moment you’re at a party, standing on a table, yelling a song, and then jumping down - right into his hands. And he catches. And holds.

Mikage Reo

• You appear in his life as a color bomb with the effect of "explosion of happiness".

• Re is used to managing the situation, directing the conversation, shining - and then you burst: jump on stage, beat up speakers, dance under a street guitarist, drag him by the hand, meet half-naked skateboarders and say: «Now it’s your friends, smile!»

• At first, Reo is agitated - his reputation, style, aesthetics! But then... then he starts to like it.

You paint his world as if it had a neon in it. He laughs, how long has it been since he laughed. You infect him with your life.

• He can’t control you, and that’s what he likes. And one day he just watches you arguing with a police officer on roller skates, and thinks, "This is mine. My bright disaster."

Nagi Seichiro

• First you piss him off to his heart’s content. Loud, agitated, impatient. He just lay down, and you already call him for a party at the abandoned theater. He’s playing a game, and you’re pulling the gamepad to look at some moon outside.

• You keep him busy. And he’s... starting to like it.

• You warm up his cold interior. He starts getting up early to meet you. He starts making steps towards you, even when tired. Because you’re spring, and he wants to bloom.

• When you climb to his couch and say: «Come on, there is streaming storming supermarket», - he does not argue. Just takes the jacket. And smiles.

Itoshi Rin

• You are his troubled dream, embodied in man.

He tries to keep his distance. But you don’t back down. Shout his name through the stadium, invade his routine, shove candy, meet people he doesn’t need at all.

• He says, "Stay out of it," and you laugh: "It’s late, I’m already here."

You are a storm that is destroying his ice cocoon. And he begins to notice that he no longer hides. That he wants you to come again.

• He falls in love when you’re fooling around in front of him and are not afraid to be yourself.

You make him live, not just exist. He’s angry at himself for smiling at you. But it won’t stop.

Itoshi Sae

• You’re tearing him apart.

He’s used to being an observer, appreciating finesse and balance. And you’re just an explosion of emotion. You invade every situation as if you were made for chaos. Your voice is the background to all his memories.

• You have no filter, no brakes, no plan. And that’s what turns the soul on.

• You tease him, tease him, twist his words inside out. He responds - cold at first, then witty, then too often.

• Sae falls in love the moment you ask him to dance on the street and suddenly hug him. This is the first time someone has taken it, not waited for it to be allowed.

You are a challenge. His challenge.

Shido Ryusei

• You are the only person whose energy he doesn’t want to suppress, but rather devour in order to become even brighter.

You’re wild. No brakes. Loud, bold, you go to the craziest places, hang out with crazy people, get into fights.

He’s not pushing you away. He’s walking with you. Finally, someone is not afraid!

• You laugh when he makes a mess. You push him into an argument. You’re as crazy as he is.

• He doesn’t fall in love with you - he falls in love with the way you break the frame. You’re not just a partner. You’re his chaos. His element.

• And if anyone dares to stop you - Shido will dust that person.

[dollbrbie]

hii! could you write smth a lil special for fratboy! isagis bday. like where we give him a little surprise (;

♡ ⸝⸝ BIRTHDAY TREAT

cw. fratboy isagi, smut mdni, not really a birthday ‘surprise’ but i thought this was cuter :p this is pretty short and sweet

as soon as isagi closes the door of his bedroom, his hand entwined with yours as he finally gets away from the blaring music in his frat - his friends attempt of celebrating his birthday with the biggest frat party of the year - he lets out a sigh of relief, dropping to the edge of his bed.

“i can not be down there for another second.” isagi groans, rubbing his hand across his face, “i specifically told them i didn’t want to celebrate my birthday with a party.”, he says with an eye roll, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“i know, baby.” you say, walking over to your frowning boyfriend before placing yourself on his lap, “we can ditch and go to my dorm if you want.”

“nah, it’s fine. just glad i’m alone with you now.”, he smiles softly, rubbing over your thighs as you straddle his lap, running your hands through his hair causing a hum to leave his lips, “so… do y’think the birthday boy gets a birthday treat?”, isagi asks with a playful grin.

oh, this boy is cheeky.

the plush of your ass collides with isagi’s pelvis as you bounce up and down on his cock, rocking your hips back and forth and stimulating your sweet spot with your boyfriend’s groans leaving his lips, resting his head on his headboard.

“shit, baby.”, he says with a breath, his hands placed firmly on your thighs, letting you ride him as he watches the way your brows furrow and the way your tits bounce in front of him, the sight making his adam’s apple bobble.

you let out a quite moan in response, placing your hands on his shoulders as you feel your stomach knot with pleasure, your core throbbing on isagi’s cock.

his brows pinch together as he feels his cock throb against your walls, thrusting up as he becomes desperate for his own climax and gripping harder on the plush of your thighs, a trail of moans coming from his lips.

“fuck- m’ gonna cum, baby.”, isagi groans, feeling his pleasure build up on it’s tipping point.

“me too..”, you whine, sinking down on isagi’s cock as your movements become sloppier, grinding your sensitive clit along his pelvis before isagi’s hands grip your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock with pure desperation and need.

“ah- shit shit shit..”, you cry, feeling your body convulse with pure ecstasy as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, your legs giving out beneath you as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

you boyfriend soon follows, his cock throbbing against your clenching walls, groaning out in response as he empties out inside of you, your core filled with a soft warmth. there was a minute of silence where you both felt the relief of your orgasm, your breaths heavy and your lips parted.

with a breath, you rest your head on isagi’s shoulder before muttering out, “i hate being on top.”

isagi giggles in response, his hand gently running down your bare back, “yeah, i know. but this is the best way to end my birthday.”

you hum, looking at your boyfriend before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, “lucky you.”

“definitely lucky me.”, he smiles, an unsaid appreciation that floods his heart.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[i2rizz]

hello!! May i request, itoshi brothers, shidou, isagi and kaiser with a football s/o?

Hello! And ofc! I just sincerely hope you didn't mean the reader as the football itself:>

Also i made the reader gender neutral because i wasn't sure if you wanted them to be a girl.

Bllk Boys With A Footballer S/O

Sae Itoshi

Sae didn’t fall for you the way people imagine. There were no cinematic glances or magical first touches—just quiet awareness. You played well, really well. Sharp footwork, even sharper mind, but none of the cocky energy most people walked around with. That got his attention.

He never said much at first. Just subtle things—lingering after practice, offering small nods after your goals, holding eye contact just a second too long. The day he gave you a water bottle without being asked, you knew. That was his version of a confession.

Dating him is subtle warmth. Sae doesn’t need words—he shows up. Every game, every practice, every quiet walk home where he slips his hand into yours and says, "I'd pass to you in the final minute. That's how much I trust you"

And you know what? From him, that’s everything.

Rin Itoshi

You were a bit too much for him—at least at first. You smiled too often. Talked too much. Walked into every room like you belonged there. It irritated him how effortlessly people liked you… until he realized he did too.

He started showing up early to joint drills, pretending it was coincidence. He’d grumble when you teased him but never actually walked away. The more you played together, the more he stopped seeing your brightness as loud. It became… comforting.

One day, someone made a snide comment about you during practice. Rin was across the field in seconds, shoving the guy back and saying flatly, "Shut your mouth" That was the day you knew he cared.

Rin doesn’t do sweet. But he does real. And in his world of pressure and silence, you’re his anchor.

Shidou Ryusei

It was bound to be explosive.

You’re steady. Focused. Strategic. He’s none of those things—and somehow, that’s what made it work.

The first time you played against him, he tried to rattle you with his usual wild energy. You stole the ball and scored without even acknowledging him. He was stunned. You ignored him. That was the exact moment he decided you were his favorite person on earth.

Now, he hypes you up constantly, way too loud in public, bragging to anyone who’ll listen. "That’s my s/o! You see that goal?! That’s them! I’d die for them, just saying"

Off the field? He crashes at your place, sprawled on your floor like a golden retriever with a nosebleed, asking you to replay your goal "in slow motion but also maybe shirtless this time"

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi fell for you the same way he plays football—with his whole heart.

He was starry-eyed from the beginning. You were composed and clever, your passes precise, and your game sense immaculate. Every time you spoke, he leaned in just a little, just enough to memorize you.

He cheers for you louder than he does for himself. After every game, he sends you voice notes breaking down your plays and ends each one with, "God, you’re amazing"

You two review footage together, debate tactics over takeout, and race sprints until you’re both wheezing from laughter. He loves your brain. He loves your play. But mostly, he loves that you chose him.

You once asked if he ever felt threatened by your skill.

He smiled, kissed your forehead, and whispered, "I just feel lucky I get to witness it"

Michael Kaiser

You weren’t like the others he was used to. You didn’t fall for his charm, didn’t care about his brand, and definitely didn’t back down when he got smug on the field.

You nutmegged him the first time you played against him. He stood there, stunned, then laughed—real and loud—and said, "Okay. You’ve got my attention"

It was a rivalry, then a partnership, then something that felt like destiny.

Kaiser calls you "queen/king/monarch"(whatever atp😭 doing a gn reader is hard fr) in interviews, but in private, he watches you like you’re made of gold. You’re the one person he trusts to lead alongside him. The only one he lets see the cracks behind the arrogance.

"You don’t follow anyone" he once said, voice low. "That’s why I’d follow you."

He meant it.

[elysianstarfall]

blue lock boys w/ a super expressive reader (hcs)

summary: your emotions are always written all over your face, and your actions are also a dead giveaway. what does your boyfriend think?

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

a/n: god i hope this makes sense

i. yoichi

LOVES IT. SO MUCH.

he's always using so much brainpower trying to figure out what his teammates/opponents are thinking

so when he can tell how you're feeling with one look at your face, he's genuinely so happy

his brain is fried, he deserves a break

doesn't mean he doesn't care about you though!!

still has to figure some stuff out, but most of the time he notices your mood and adjusts to match it

you're really excited about something? he tries his best to get into it too

you're lowkey depressed? he softens his voice and listens to you intently

gets you whatever you need

the second he sees you're uncomfortable or something he tries his best to get you out of the situation even at his own expense

will embarrass himself to make you feel better

you always tell him he's the best bf ever but you seriously make it so easy for him to be

b. meguru

"you're just like me fr..."

yeah he's basically the same

you guys literally just sync up by accident

like if one of you is happy, the other one's mood just instantly gets better too??

bluetooth ahh relationship

also, miscommunication? what's that?

you know each other's feelings so well that misunderstandings are pretty much nonexistent

if something's wrong, it's so obvious

like if you're moping he'll make you talk things out with him or tell him what's wrong

same if he's feeling sad

thinks it's adorable when you're excited and your eyes just straight up light up

he just gets a stupid smile on his face which makes you even happier

cue the never-ending cycle of emotions

you guys are so soulmates

n. seishiro

he's so, so grateful

he doesn't have to put in any work deciphering your emotions? sign him up

consider yourself not a hassle!

it's actually perfect for a lazy guy like him

finds your facial expressions really cute

even when you're just voice calling, he can hear everything you're feeling

like when you laugh or when he can hear your smile when you're talking, he can relax

happy gf = he's doing something right

oh but when you're mad...

save him, he has no clue how to fix it

actually scared to talk to you because you look like you're gonna beat him up

and when you don't even look mad, when you act nonchalant and distant and he can't tell how you're feeling?

yeah, he's cooked and he knows it

will give you an apology with tears

he'd rather avoid that so he tries to keep you happy

m. reo

ok idk why they're all grateful but yeah. he is too.

he's been dealing with nagi's unemotional ass for forever, so he's pleased that someone actually shows their emotions and lets him know how they're feeling

finds it really helpful when he gets you stuff since he knows whether or not you actually liked it

like if your reaction is clearly fake as hell he knows not to get you something like that again

he doesn't take it personally ofc, just uses it to refine his gift-giving abilities

really likes it when you're genuinely happy because of something he gave you

you cannot stop him from blowing insane amounts of money on you

in his eyes you deserve it

just let it happen bro

also he's kind of a romantic and he loves seeing your reactions when he does something cliché or stupid

tells you horrible pick up lines out of nowhere and thinks it's so funny when you actually get flustered

i. rin

he couldn't care less.

JK he's secretly very happy

there's only room for one emotionally unavailable partner in the relationship (him)

so at least one of you can tell how the other's feeling!

thinks it's nice that he can tell when you're mad at him

because let's be real he's lowkey insecure

abandonment issues are not for the weak

so when you reassure him and your expressions and actions are backing it up?

he just fell for you even harder

but when you are mad? ouch

he's a "my gf is mad at me i hope i die" kinda bf but he keeps it very lowkey

will just sulk until he gets so sick of you ignoring him or being mean to him that he awkwardly breaks down and gives you a very sincere apology

hopes you never change because he loves you the way you are

[wholemeallbread]

⟢ CUTTTING FRUIT FOR YOU !

what bllk boys do when you ask them to cut/peel fruit.

⟢ including ... isagi yoichi, barou shoei, reo mikage, itoshi rin

⟢ notes ... fluff, mentions of knives, mentions of food, picky-ish reader (barou)

ISAGI YOICHI

makes it his life mission to make sure he does it as perfectly as he can.

he takes three minutes to cut his first slice. then, he spends decades trying to eyeball around the same size, and it ends up being so off.

overthinks it so much. he'll be cutting an apple into slices, and one of them comes out as a square. why? he thought you'd rather have bite sized pieces, and this one was "too big".

you can tell he's beating himself up in his head about it because he can't even look you in the eyes when he serves it to you.

please reassure him cutting fruits is not that serious </3

BAROU SHOEI

you don't have to ask, he's forcing you to eat them.

at least once a day he scolds you about your poor eating habits. you want something sweet? well, he'll give you something sweet. fruit.

if you're particularly reluctant, he'll cut things up in the most extravagant ways possible. even just one grape is too pretty to eat because how did he even make it rose shaped with such a massive knife?

he gives up.

when he serves you fruit, the slices are perfect. no blemishes, no odd cuts, all even sizes, picture perfect. you don't even need to inspect each slice because they're just that perfect.

REO MIKAGE

is already cutting fruit for you before you even ask.

it's almost instinct whenever the two of you end up having a conversation in the kitchen. he doesn't stop talking, just preparing a bowl of mixed fruits with all of your favourites at the same time. he's probably got his house stocked up with everything that you like.

if he knows you're eyeing a piece of fruit because you can't wait, he doesn't hesitate to hold up a chunk that he just cut, feeding it to you.

if you don't want it, he'll make you take it anyway. not only is it healthy and refreshing, but also hydrating; you need to eat some.

ITOSHI RIN

always gives you a funny look when you ask.

like he'll do it, but why him?

is suspiciously good at peeling oranges. he could be ripping the thing apart and it'll come out smooth with no piths sticking to it. that's true skill.

if he really wanted to, he could squeeze one with his bare hands and make juice. (copied from sae) he did it once in summer because you were dying for some "nice, fresh orange juice", and your eyes were basically begging him to do the thing.

honestly he'd rather just give you a bowl of small berries and grapes instead of going through the process of cutting fruit.

[ceruark]

campus crush, pt. 2

synopsis: blue lock boys as crushes you’d develop at university! [ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, and michael kaiser (pt. 2)] (pt. 1 here) words: 2.6k notes: gn! reader. a/n: thank you to everyone who supported part 1! let me know who else you'd like to see for this series :>

kaiser pt. 2 req taglist: @lizzzmm @mochiii-sama @anyaslittlepeanut rin req taglist: @levihanmyotp @ieathairs

isagi yoichi - lab partner

general education courses are the bane of your existence. wasn’t that high school’s job? why should you be forced to pay to take a class you have absolutely no interest in when you could be putting your time to good use pursuing what you love instead?

whether it’s as a gen ed course or a prereq for your major, you somehow find yourself in a chemistry class that, of course, starts at the crack of dawn (8 a.m.). you go into the class fearing for your life; you’ve heard horror stories from your friends about their own lab partners who would skip the lab period, slack off, and push all the work onto them while reaping the benefits of earning the same grade.

fortunately for you, your lab partner is nothing like that. isagi is the epitome of politeness, and as the semester goes on, you find him to be super sweet and extremely competent— at times, you find yourself feeling bad because he picks up the material much faster than you and sometimes ends up doing the brunt of the work. he always brushes off your apologies, saying that he doesn’t mind at all and that you’re plenty helpful during lab.

it’s extremely easy for you to get comfortable around isagi. his kindness is so genuine that it’s easy to fall into a real friendship with him. you end up grabbing lunch with him after lab every week, waving to him when you pass each other on campus, and even texting him about things other than your shared class, and soon enough, you find yourself mentioning him more frequently in conversation. you start talking about him so much that your friends start teasing you about having a crush on him, which you vehemently deny despite the blush that paints your cheeks bright red.

it’s around midterms when their casual teasing becomes far more serious, though, when two of your friends get out of class early one day and decide to sit with you and isagi at lunch. unintentionally, isagi is a social butterfly and hits it off with your friends immediately, who are just as charmed by his warm nature as you are.

“that’s boyfriend material manifest,” your friend says the second he’s out of earshot, “you better get on that, and fast.”

you spend the next couple of weeks continuing to spend time with isagi outside of class whenever you can, and skirting around your friends’ accusations of a crush. isagi is sweet, very much so, but it’s simply just not like that. besides, sometimes you worry that he’s a little too nice. you’re plenty capable of taking care of yourself, but it might be nice to have a boyfriend who can bite back on your behalf.

your doubts go up in smoke one day when you walk into lab a few minutes later than usual, only to see a tall blonde standing next to isagi at your shared workstation. you can’t see the stranger’s face, but you can see isagi’s: lips pulled down into a mean sneer, eyes blazing as he fires out insult after excruciating insult, exposing you to some of his more… colorful vocabulary. you feel yourself blush despite yourself, trying to crush the butterflies in your stomach.

it’s— well, it’s hot, to be quite honest.

you’re not really able to act normally around him after that. the feelings you’d been denying and suppressing have now arisen completely, refusing to be stamped down. you’re a blushing mess around him and, despite your best efforts, are now acting like a shy, awkward schoolgirl around a guy you’ve been casually talking to for months now. that would be embarrassing enough by itself, but everything is made worse by the fact that isagi isn’t stupid, and he’s able to pick up on your shift behavior and the likely feelings behind it—which, of course, leaves him a blushing, stuttering mess as well.

you’re wallowing in frustration over your helplessness, slouched over the workstation with your head in your hands before lab starts, when you hear something being placed down in front of you.

you look up, surprised. a box from a popular bakery near campus sits in front of you. you lift your head further and lock eyes with isagi, who is flushed red—from nerves or the late spring heat, you can’t tell, but you can appreciate the way his tank top shows off the toned arms you’ve rarely gotten to see in time’s past.

he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly riddled with nerves, yet you can see the determination in his eyes, which he refuses to avert away from yours.

“the first showing of this semester’s play is this saturday,” isagi says, fidgeting a bit with the hem of his sleeves. “i was wondering if, uh, you’d like to go with me? and maybe get dinner before that? if you’re available, of course.”

you lift the lid of the bakery box. inside is a cupcake of your favorite flavor, which you had offhandedly mentioned to isagi in conversation once.

you smile up at him softly. “of course,” you say, “i’d like that.”

you both stay like that for a moment, smiling shyly at each other, until the professor walks in and loudly asks isagi to take his seat. 

the fanfare your friend group chat meets the news of your date with does little to distract you from the side glances and sweet smiles he shoots you throughout the period.

itoshi rin - library worker

you seriously regret taking this literature course.

you’re just taking it to fulfill a requirement. it’s supposed to be a low-stress class; you’d done your research, and the professor was very lax, making the course an easy A so long as you were competent in stringing together an argument and structuring an essay. the only thing that gave you some pause was the fact that there was a research component to it, but a friend who had taken the course told you that it wasn’t anything super intense or difficult, so you went ahead and signed up for the course.

and it’s been fine the whole semester. the assignments haven’t been stressful at all, and the professor is incredibly funny and kind. it’s everything you could have asked for in a class. but things have taken a turn since midterms hit, which is when you had to start pulling together an outline for your final research paper. you have free range over the topic, and you’ve settled on exploring victorian gothic literature, so it’s not the paper itself that’s giving you grief, either.

no, it’s the damn student worker stationed in the library who’s been giving you your daily dose of migraines these days.

of course you know of itoshi rin; he and his brother are notorious on campus for their beauty yet cold personalities that leave them “untouchable.” your friends have fawned over the younger one more than once, given that he’s the same year as you all. you can admit that both brothers were attractive—you’d either be a liar or a contrarian to say otherwise—but you never really understood openly gushing over them when they could both be quite rude.

and now that you’ve actually interacted with rin, you are firm in your belief that the itoshi brothers are overrated and undeserving of their many admirers. 

rin glaring at you when you approached the reception desk was enough on its own to rub you the wrong way—god forbid you ask a man to do his job. and then, when you asked him to point you in the direction of the section related to your research topic, he sighed under his breath like you were inconveniencing him and told you the approximate location of what you were looking for in a deadpan voice that still somehow managed to come across as condescending.

it only escalates from there. he seems to always be on the clock whenever you have time to stop by the library to pick up books you checked out, and the cool glare he greets you with always manages to get under your skin. 

it’s as you’re checking out a copy of wuthering heights and returning a copy of dracula that he says, “your picks are very basic.”

your eye twitches. this is the first time he’s spoken a word to you outside of what his job requires him to say, and of course, it’s something that pisses you off. 

“they’re classics for a reason,” you respond easily, feigning nonchalance.

rin gives a noncommittal shrug, but you can feel the condescension in his gaze as he hands you the book, grating on your nerves. 

next time, you request a copy of the beetle by richard marsh. the mysteries of udolpho by ann radcliffe next. 

you’re picking up the last novel you selected for this paper, flatland by edward abbott, when he finally bothers to talk to you again.

“this one hasn’t been in print for very long,” he mumbles as he scans it into the system, registering your rental.

“i know,” you say, not bothering to keep the smugness out of your voice. “not a very basic pick, is it?”

he fixes you with that blank stare again, but you don’t quite miss the way the corner of his lip quirks up into the slightest of smirks as he slides the book over the counter to you.

despite the fact that you really don’t need to, you keep renting out a book from the library every week even after you’ve finished your essay. every time, you make sure it’s something that’s in the realm of horror but not a super common title, spending hours researching and compiling a list of novels that fit your criteria. it’s got absolutely nothing to do with the smart-mouthed guy handing the books off to you every week, who you’ve actually gotten to the point of bantering with (because, quite frankly, you don’t think your takes on the novels are as bad as he claims they are).

half your friends think you’ve just picked up a new hobby. the other half think you’ve gone insane. only one knows the truth, when they catch you taking a handwritten note out of the most recent book you’ve just picked up from the library, shaking your head and scoffing at whatever’s written on it, but also struggling to keep the smile off your face.

her curiosity spurs her into following you to the library the next week, where she catches you and itoshi rin in heated discussion over the novel, the man actually fully engaged in the conversation and having eyes only for you.

well, she can keep a secret just this once. far be it for her to interfere with your accomplishment of the impossible.

michael kaiser - study date (pt. 2)

you shouldn’t have agreed to come to the cafe with him—you’re in way over your head.

it’d taken four hours, the consultation of every friend you have on campus, and a seemingly endless amount of cycling through every article of clothing you own, but eventually, you’d looked into your full-length mirror and deemed yourself ready for your date with kaiser.

you thought that calling it a “date” was being generous, but your friends insisted otherwise. he asked you to go to a cafe with him, one-on-one. to study, you’d argued, but they just amended their statement to call it a study date. which is a thing, apparently.

regardless, you’ve gone with a relatively safe outfit—nothing too fancy, in case it really is just another study session, but still something nicer than you would normally wear around campus, especially to the library.

you headed out at about six-twenty, since you’d agreed to meet at the library at six-thirty. sucking in a shaky breath and wiping your sweaty palms off on your shirt, you threw your laptop into your bag and slung it over your shoulder, then began the trek to the library.

it felt like a death march. each step closer to the entrance had your heart rate increasing, and by the time you found yourself climbing the final steps to the floor that your usual study spot is on, you felt like you might have actually been having a heart attack with the way the organ felt like it was about to burst out of your chest at any moment.

remember, he asked you, your friend’s voice echoed in your head as you steeled yourself and ignored the instinct to turn tail and flee while you still could.

now, you’ve been sitting with kaiser at a cozy table by a window in the back of the cafe for just over an hour now, but you’ve felt like your face is going to melt off the entire time. the cool detachment from your previous encounters is gone now, leaving you in the wake of the flirtatious nature you’d only heard about from others, something so rare to behold it’d become something of a myth on campus.

an hour, and neither of you had brought out a single notebook or laptop. after ordering your drinks and sitting down, you didn’t feel like you had a moment to even breathe; kaiser kept your gaze trapped within his own intense one, his blue eyes locked onto yours as he made “casual conversation,” which mostly just ended up being him coaxing you into talking about yourself.

he answered some of your questions, too, about his major, plans post-grad, and even the people he insisted weren’t friends (you’d felt your nervous smile go a bit fond at that; he could say whatever he liked, but if he really didn’t like alexis and yoichi, he probably wouldn’t be spotted around them as much as he was). after expertly dodging your questions about his home life and family twice, you took the hint and backed off, steering the conversation back to yourself.

there’s finally a lull in your conversation, prompting you to finally tear your eyes away from his and look down at your backpack. fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you ask, “should we, um, get started on work?”

a sense of deja vu washes over you when you don’t get a response. it seems his silence is a command for your attention, and you shyly peer up at him, nearly cowering under the bored glare he’s now sending you that very much reminds you of the day in the library that had landed you in this situation to begin with.

“why bother?” he asks, tilting his head against the palm it’s propped up against. “it’s irresponsible to start another assignment when you haven’t finished the one you’re currently working through.”

you raise an eyebrow at the implication behind that statement but decide to indulge him, anyways. “and just what assignment might you be working on right now?”

his smirk reemerges, and you feel your own face heat up again. “a research project, of sorts,” he answers breezily. “i’ve yet to collect enough data to satisfy me.”

“what a shame,” you say, somehow managing to keep yourself together enough to go along with the bit. “do you plan to gather more?”

he lets out a hum, then begins to trace his finger in circles along the rim of his mug. his eyes are so sharp as they gaze into yours that your breath hitches before he even answers.

“if my subject is willing to meet with me again, then yes.”

yeah, you’re definitely way in over your head with this one.

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