#isagi yoichi blue lock

[msbyslilbimbo]

pervy neighbor!isagi who is so excited when you ask him to come and kill a spider for you because it makes him feel wanted and closer to you and that sends signals straight between his legs.

the spider is tiny, a teeny thing, but to know it’s causing you distress and isagi is the one you came to to fix it?? and not the guy he’s been hearing you smash for the past few months? his dick twitches in his sweats.

“you’re the best!” you chirp as he squishes the spider and cleans up the wall, beaming up at him while he flushes the tissue down the toilet. you’re quick to wrap your arms around him, and he becomes hyper aware of your tits smooshed against his body.

he chuckles and pats your back, “anything for you,” he assures. you hum and make your way out of the room, and just as he’s about to follow, his eyes fall on your lacy, pale blue underwear, with a comical bow in the center and fuck, he imagines your pretty hips curving out the fabric. the curve of your ass stretching the cloth thinner, the way your navel sits above it- he wonders if you’re sensitive there. he can imagine his beefy hand trapped between your legs as you writhe in pleasure, the band of those panties keeping his palm and fingers close to you, buried deep inside of you and gathering your pussy juice, soaking it up for him to indulge in later.

he swallows thickly. he looks around. he gnaws his lip, his eyes fall back onto the fabric. it’s crumpled, so they’re dirty, and he can only imagine the divine smell lingering in them. he sighs and makes his way out of your bedroom, shaking his head at himself.

but he can’t help himself. he can’t. he’s no better than any other man. he snipes your panties from the hamper. he jams them into his sweatpants pocket, and he’s grateful for how deep they are to conceal the stolen item from you. when you enter his vision again, all he can do is see you in those pretty blue panties, pussy warming the fabric between decadent thighs.

“you’re really the best, isagi,” you mewl, bowing your head for him. “i won’t keep you anymore! im sure you’re busy. hopefully no more spiders come around!” you giggle.

“if they do, you know where to find me,” he promises, waving to you as he leaves your apartment, mouth watering as his left pocket is just barely heavier than the right from his little payment weighing in it.

the minute he gets home, he’s locking the door behind him, free hand jamming into his pocket for the panties. he brings them up to his nose and takes a deep inhale in. your musk is laced into the fabric, sweet like honey and clean, and his mouth waters. he leans against the door and shoves his hand down his sweatpants, squeezing his cock through his boxers and his eyes cross as the mixture of sensations.

the smell in his nose, the feel of lace in his hands, fuck, the taste as he suckles on the crotch, he’s the worst he’s the fucking worst, and he ruts into his hand that tugs his cock out of his boxers and over the waistband of his sweats. he strokes himself right there and then, teeth digging into his lip to hide his moans and grunts of pleasure being punched into the air with every chance it has.

he’s not proud of the way he paints his fist with cum, the tightness of his grip white with jizzy froth and beads of sweat gathering at his hairline and brows pinched in his forehead as he cums hard and fast with the help of some dirty panties.

but he’s not done. the way his dick twitches at the idea of you wearing these panties for him proves to him he’s not done with himself.

his head thunks against the door as he pants in the air, smirking softly to himself as he drops his arm down, freeing him from your scent. he swallows thickly and makes his way to the bedroom to continue what he’s started.

and hey. if a spider does come around to terrorize you again, it’s only fair that he takes another little pair of panties from you, a little token of appreciation you don’t know you’ve given him 🩵

[kxsagi]

Omg hi I love you work so so so much and this is my first time asking so I’m sorry if it comes off a bit weird!! I’ve just been recently thinking of Isagi’s Ahoge!! It’s so cute. Like would you mind writing Dad Isagi with a kid that’s inherited it too 😭😭 if not would you mind writing just like always playing with his ahoge whenever playing with his hair

“𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝’𝐬”

a/n: awww thank you lovely! 🤍

i genuinely LOVE this request, i love writing about my faves as dads it's just so wholesome!

tw: baby hair-pulling (i freaking hate when babies do this, like i love kids but come on, pull at my clothes or smth instead PLS)

you sat at your vanity, carefully applying a swipe of blush as you looked over at your lock screen. you had a lunch date planned with a friend in just under an hour, and the makeup had to be perfect. you had your usual routine down, but you couldn’t help but smile as you heard your husband, isagi, in the next room, trying (and clearly failing) to entertain your 12-month-old son. 

"hey, buddy, how about we –" you heard isagi’s voice falter, followed by the sound of a toy clattering to the floor. "no, no, no, don’t eat that –” 

you couldn’t stop the giggle bubbling up. he had zero clue how to keep your son entertained with toys, but it was always good for some laughs. you peeked around the corner to find isagi sitting on the floor, looking utterly defeated. your son, in the meantime, had grabbed a hold of the hem of his father’s shirt and was attempting to eat it, clearly unimpressed with the teething toy isagi had handed him. 

"looks like he’s got you wrapped around his finger," you teased, leaning against the doorframe. "maybe if you’d give him that shirt, he’ll leave the toy alone." 

"is this my life now?" isagi sighed, dramatically falling back against the couch, clearly exhausted from the battle. "he’s obsessed with my clothes, not the toys. every time i try to play with him, i just get my shirt tugged on to the point where i have to take it off." 

your son looked up at you, smiling innocently, completely oblivious to the situation he was creating. his tiny hand still clutched the end of isagi’s shirt, and he let out a little giggle. 

you snickered as you walked into the room, bending down to scoop your son into your arms. "you two are a mess," you said, your lips curling into a grin. you glanced at isagi’s head – his signature ahoge was standing tall as usual, but your son had his own little version of it now. it wasn’t as tall as his father’s yet, but there it was, an adorable spike of hair that made him look like a mini isagi. 

"well, looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree," you said, amused. "he’s got the hair spike already." 

"i know," isagi grinned, adjusting his own ahoge as he leaned forward to get closer to your son. "you’re going to have to get used to that. if you want to make it in this family, you’ve got to be able to rock the ahoge like a pro." 

you laughed, your son’s tiny hands reaching up to grab at isagi’s hair, clearly fascinated by the spiky little tuft on his head all of a sudden. isagi’s ahoge wobbled slightly as your son tugged on it. 

"is he trying to copy me?" isagi asked, a playful smirk spreading across his face as he leaned in closer, nudging your son’s hand gently. 

your son, however, wasn’t content just touching his dad’s ahoge, oh no. now, he was yanking on it, his tiny fist closing around the hair, and he wasn’t letting go. isagi’s eyes widened in mild panic. 

"hey, hey! not so hard, buddy!" isagi laughed nervously, trying to pull his hair away, but the baby was holding on for dear life, as though it was some kind of precious treasure. you couldn’t stop laughing at the sight. 

"looks like he’s already going for the full family experience, huh?" you teased, watching your son tug on isagi’s hair like it was the most fun thing he’d ever discovered. "he’s getting the hang of it, but maybe a little gentler next time?" 

"is he trying to rip it out of my head?!" isagi asked with horror, as he tried to pry his son’s hand away from his ahoge. "i’ve trained my whole life to maintain this perfect spiky mess, and now he’s just... pulling on it like it’s a toy!" 

your son giggled as if he knew exactly what he was doing. his little hands tugged harder, and you could see even more panic creeping into isagi’s face as he frantically tried to release his hair from the baby’s grip. 

"oh nooo," you teased, "this is going to be a long day for you. maybe your son’s going to outdo you in the hair game." 

"is this how it begins?" isagi sighed dramatically, defeated by his baby’s mighty grip. "i thought i had more time before i had to hand over the crown of 'best ahoge' to the next generation. but here we are." 

you could hardly contain your laughter. your son wasn’t letting go. he was completely enthralled by his dad’s hair, yanking on it as if it were the best game ever. isagi gave up, letting his son have his fun as he gave you a dramatic side-eye. 

"well, at least one of us is having a good time," isagi said, turning to you with a rueful grin. "i guess i’m going to need to start teaching him how to maintain a proper ahoge. none of this chaotic pulling nonsense." 

your son, clearly satisfied with his new toy, finally let go of isagi’s ahoge and reached up to touch your hair, his tiny hand brushing the soft strands. you felt a little proud of your own hair as your son gave it a curious tug, just like he had with isagi. 

"is he going to start on mine now?" you asked, pretending to look worried. "we’re going to have a troublemaker on our hands if he keeps this up." 

"is it really so bad?" isagi asked, leaning forward and giving his son’s hair a playful tug, causing your son to giggle uncontrollably. "maybe it’s a sign that he’s ready to join the ahoge club." 

"well, if he’s anything like you, i’m in for a lifetime of messy hair," you said with a grin, brushing your son’s hair back into place. "but for now, he needs a nap before he rips any more of your hair out, okay?" 

"is that so?" isagi laughed, ruffling his son’s hair. "guess i’m just going to have to keep my hair in check from now on... or at least until he’s old enough to figure out how to style his own." 

you chuckled, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you. this, this little chaos, was your family. and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kitorin]

5:40 pm - Isagi Yoichi

You're Yoichi's first.

The first person he's ever confessed to, his first relationship, the first person he's ever loved.

It's no surprise. On Valentines day he didn't receive anything, each year he passively listens to his teammates plan out and discuss how to reciprocate on White Day, unable to relate. Whenever his classmates brought up the discussion of crushes and who'd be the best to date, his name was never brought up.

Yoichi genuinely did not care. He's not interested in pursuing romance, and would much rather prioritise and focus on the relentless journey to achieve his dream of becoming number one. In fact, he perceived the lack of dating in his life as something to be proud of, he has more time to dedicate to his objectives as an athlete.

Yet here he finds himself, holding your hand in secret, skin drenched in sweat and face dusted with pink.

17 years of being ignored by love, the streak broken by you.

It all started when coach introduced you as the new manager, he didn't think much of you at first, just someone to appreciate for their help and time.

But before he knew it "Good morning" became a silent thought of "How do you look so pretty?". "I'll see you tomorrow!" turned into Yoichi changing his route home so he could be with you for a bit longer, even if he got home a lot later. The connection of manager and athlete was rewoven into lovers, by a bashful and stuttering confession from Yoichi.

And that was the initiation of his first relationship.

It's kept secret. At least for now. Not until Yoichi's ready, the concept of a relationship has always been so foreign for him. You're patient, you understand that it's all new and overwhelming for him.

His lack of experience never took anything away from the relationship. It's adorable despite his oblivion to what love is like. Behind the image of good friends hid sweet nothings uttered while no one was watching. Manager and athlete concealed the awkward yet sweet attempts to hold your hand. This 'friendship' of yours disguised the unfathomable love and adoration you possessed for each other.

"If I could share this little kindness, even a normal day like this will become a fantastic day."

The soft rattling of the bus accompanies the music, filtering out a bit of the noise from the rest of the soccer team.

He can hear his own heart beat too.

Even after getting together, something as simple as sharing earbuds with you is enough to make him blush.

He averts his attention from watching Bachira stealing stuff from Kunigami to his right, to you. And gosh, he swears his heart skipped a beat.

You're gazing out the window, he doesn't even have a full view of your face, yet he's so enamored with he's seeing. All of it's flawless, the sinking sun in the distance, pink hues mingling with yellow; the way the sky's remaining sunlight engulfs you, highlighting your features, cloaking you with radiance.

He's yours and you're his, it's been like that for the past month yet it still feels thoroughly unreal.

His hand reaches out to you, a gentle poke followed by an equally gentle pinch. It's an act of affection he learnt from you, after you begged to touch his cheeks after commenting how soft and 'squishy' they looked. Initially, he found it confusing, but didn't mind because of your satisfied reaction.

The action makes you turn towards him, slightly confused yet curious what he was doing, and it drives him insane how you're able to make him feel this way without doing anything at all.

"Just a bit more, just a bit more." The music continues in his ear.

"Yoichi? What's wr-"

Yoichi's lips replace his fingers, softly planting a kiss on your cheek. It leaves you dumbfounded, staring at him in disbelief. He's always been so shy, even holding hands was a big deal to him. Your fingers inch closer to where he kissed. "Wow..."

"Your lips are really moist."

He's caught off guard. "Shit, sorry, is that bad?" He tries to wipe his lips with his sleeve, but your hand catches his wrist.

"No, not at all." Yoichi's embarrassed at how you're laughing at his assumption, but he barely notices it, because the way you laugh is so pretty, everything is; but something about your laughter that makes him feel weak in the knees. "I liked it." The rosy colour appearing on your cheeks give him a sense of pride, though his face was probably a bright scarlet now.

"It'll be your lips next time." It's a mumble barely loud enough for you to hear, but his embarrassment is evident as he whispers out a flustered 'oh god'.

"I'll be looking forward to it." It's so unfair how your mere existence and words can fluster him so effortlessly. "Why all of a sudden though?" It wasn't too much of a risky move since everyone else was too preoccupied with their phones or each other, but it still piqued your curiosity.

"The music was really nice. And the sky was pretty. You were as well-, I mean you always have been and are-, yeah. It seemed perfect..."

"Oh god Yoichi, you always have and always will be perfect to me." As if your sweet words weren't enough, you rest your head against his shoulder, and his face somehow manages to heat up even more. "Oh we've arrived at the station, c'mon let's get home." Yoichi's not even sure if he's brave enough to venture out in public in such a flustered state.

The two of you patiently wait for everyone to catch their respective trains, after getting off the bus.

"Bye everyone, see you at practice."

"See ya." Bachira's always been a cheerful person, but this time his grin somehow entails more joy than usual. "Congratulations Isagi, thanks for the money."

"Huh? Money?"

Before either of you can ask for clarification, Bachira jumps onto Kunigami. "Hand over 1k! We win~!"

"You all owe us. Don't even try to hide from us I have a checklist." Nagi mumbles, and half of the team groan as they pull out their wallets.

"Um, Reo? Please clarify?" The soccer team was indeed odd, but this was inexplainable.

"They bet money on whether you were dating or not." Ah.

"Did you win?"

A smug smirk appears on his face. "Of course I did, I'm not an idiot." Why would winning a bet even matter to him when his family was the richest in Japan? "Isagi using too much lip balm?"

"Honestly I couldn't imagine Isagi pulling." Kunigami comments, the silent gasp and the look on Yoichi's face is absolutely priceless.

"Oi Kunigami, c'here." Yoichi almost pounces on Kunigami, who flees immediately. "And screw you Reo." He exclaims before chasing Kunigami.

"You owe me too, Kunigamikinnikun." Chigiri calls out. "I'll see you tomorrow, hope he doesn't give you a hard time." And soon he's off to sprint after Kunigami.

Well, there goes your 'secret'.

tagging. @kiyumiya

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[isagi-fan-page]

Miss you duo, it's been so long (i read this earlier today) and I know not if I shall see you again (i hear bachira shows up for filler sometimes)

[vellichorira]

WARNING: blue lock manga spoilers ahead!! + a bit of cursing

I CANNOT BELIEVE NAGI GOT KICKED OUT OMG😭😭😭

i deadass screamed when i saw the leaks, LIKE I CANNOT STAND SEEING ISAGI'S UGLY FACE ON MY SCREEN ANYMORE AND I'M HEARTBROKEN

MY SHAYLA MY BABY😭😭😭😭 i want him back we don't need karasu or otoya or ANYONE ELSE I WANT MY POOKIE BACK RIGHT NOW😡😡😡

kaneshiro has disappointed me once again. i mean, i agree that this is just adding to the plot and making it more interesting. conveying the message that no one is safe at blue lock, but as a fangirl, this is breaking my heart. I WAS PRAYING, LITERALLY PRAYING THAT NAGI GOT A COMEBACK AND THIS KANESHIRO BITCH RUINED IT

i'm joking, no hate😔🙏 but i'm still heartbroken, i need a soothing balm to calm me right now😭

[themicrose]

A doodle of one of the best boys of Blue Lock, Isagi Yoichi~!

Please keep him in your pockets but hold him gently, okay? 🥹

[A doodle request was sent by @marycorn ! I saw your space theme + cat icon and wanted to give the #1 Striker a star and cute ears for fun! 🤭✨!]

[garu-09]

Enjoy little egoist!!! 😊⚽

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That is all for today !

Likes , comments ,share are all appreciated ! ⊂(・▽・⊂)✨✨✨

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(DO NOT REPOST PRINT TRACE USE MY WORK ANYWHERE)

[lapislazuritxxq]

Pov: You've finally bought a pen for your phone...

[rose-nympho]

I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

[rinxiaa]

── .✦ GOOD GAME !

Your boyfriend just won an importang match. In a huge stadium, with lots of people watching. Not just in the stadium. This game was probably in hundreds of tvs outside or inside of a home. Kids, adults, teenagers watching. And your boyfriend just won the last match. At least your secret boyfriend.

After a bit of celebration with his teammates, thanking the people who are cheering for them and some awardings or a speech with their coach he immediately ran to you.

You were there watching him win, watching him score every point or defend every attack from their opponent. Your hands was laying on the railings. He was on the other side. On the court/field.

You raised your hand, offering him a high five. Even if their were still a hundred or even thousands of people. He still ran to you. His secret lover. "Congrats. That was a good game." He responded to your high five his hand on top of yours but then he pulled you, and then kissed you on the lips. Infront of all the people. You swore you heard alot of camera flash, screams and gasp's.

I thought you two were supposed to go soft launch?

⤷kageyama, hinata, YAMAGUCHI, kuroo, kenma, OIKAWA, iwaizumi, BOKUTO, AKAASHI, atsumu (HQ) isagi, bachira, rin, SAE, nagi, REO, CHIGIRI, karasu, otoya, shidou, aiku (BLLK) + ur favs !

Note: sorry guys i felt a lil silly😋

[msbyslilbimbo]

university!au where isagi is in love with you, has been the second he met you, but who also can't stand your situationship with kaiser.

everyone knows about your dynamic with kaiser, its an open secret thats been going on since freshman year, you slip him the answers to the tests so he can stay on the soccer team, he eats you out in your apartment after.

no one talks about it, lest they be subjected to kaiser's wrath. but everyone knows about it.

isagi hates it, it's not fair to you to be degraded in such a way, but you merely shake your head and tell him you're not entirely sure what he's talking about. and it's not like you mind the deal with kaiser, it's beneficial to you both; he gets good grades, you get great sex.

but it's fun to hang out with isagi, you're sure to try and keep the world's separate because you like isagi, he's so sweet and genuine, and he walks you from class to class and buys you sweet treats when you study at the cafe.

he’s only worried for your safety when he brings up kaiser in conversation as he walks you home, trying to dissuade you from ever seeing him again.

“he’s not a good person, you know,” he says sincerely.

you shrug, “most people aren’t good. i just choose to occupy my time with this one.”

“so you know he’s an asshole?”

“he makes me feel good,” you confess.

“you know he’s gotta be doing this with other girls too, right? what about the classes you’re not in with him?”

“you don’t need to worry about it, yoichi.”

the rest of the walk is silent, tense and awkward, it always is when isagi brings up kaiser, until he walks you up the stairs to your small apartment, careful to linger close by just in case.

you stop in front of the all familiar door isagi has seen countless times, but never the other side of. “this is me,” you say softly, adjusting the strap of your bag on your tensing shoulder. “thanks for walking me home, yoichi. it was really sweet of you.”

isagi smiles, “you don’t need to thank me every time i walk you home. it’s just the right thing to do, and im happy i get to do it for you.”

“even so, it’s really sweet-“

the door flies open. isagi jumps a foot in the air, but you barely move a muscle, save for your shoulder that’s now relaxing, but your face is anything but relaxed; it’s pinched in annoyance, unlike the way you were just looking at him, with kindness and patience. isagi assumes is because of the man who opened the door, who’s eyes are shooting daggers at him.

“you’re late,” kaiser hisses.

you roll your eyes, “im only here because im sick of you blowing up my phone.”

“but i got you to come home, didn’t i?”

isagi could punch him straight in the mouth if you’d let him. if looks could kill, kaiser would be a dead man. but to his dismay, you close your eyes to ground yourself before slowly opening them, they’re kind as they look at isagi and appreciative.

"bye, isagi," you smile sweetly, stepping into your apartment, and just as isagi opens his mouth, kaiser slams the door in his face, leaving your friend outside.

you sigh and shrug off your coat, briskly walking past the uninvited soccer player in your apartment. "hanging out with fucking losers now?"

“how did you get in here?” you grumble.

“roomie let me in, she knows the drill.”

“my roommate’s been home for the past week.”

“whatever,” he smirks. he’s quick to intercept you, resting his big hands on your waist and sinking his teeth into his lip. “just wanted to thank you for the 93 on last week's test. professor said it was one of the highest in the class."

"you're welcome," you sigh. he leans down to steal a kiss from you, and when you just barely return it, he pulls back with a quirked brow. he doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s confused at your slight coldness, “michael?”

“yeah?” his voice is annoyed.

“do… you do this with other girls?”

“what the fuck?” he growls.

“answer my question, please.”

“did that little rat fuck put something in your head?” he scoffs. “because he’s full of shit.”

“hey,” you pout. “don’t talk about isagi like that, he’s a good kid.”

“tell him to mind his business and i won’t have to.” there’s a twisted part of you that wants to believe kaiser. you are the only girl he does this with, your bodies belong to only each other, you’re being used for good and not for sport. he appreciates you, he enjoys having you in his life, you’re not just his pawn.

but you can’t bring yourself to believe it.

kaiser scoffs before moving his hands up to cup your cheeks, thumb stroking over the swells adoringly, sickly sweet compared to the venom in his gaze just a few moments ago, “don’t listen to him. he’s just jealous; i get the prettiest girl on campus to help me study, he doesn’t get anything.”

“study?” you correct. “you mean cheat?”

“when you say cheat, it makes us sound like villains,” he says, voice like honey and wrapping you tightly around him. you feel yourself melting into his touch, despite every red flag pinging in your brain warning you to not. “we’re not villains, we’re just having fun, yeah? just a couple of seniors,” he leans down to kiss your lips, “having some fun,” another kiss, “helping each other out,” one final kiss before he gently trails them down your lips and across your jawline and down your neck. you whimper at the feeling of his lips slowly maneuvering down, tongue laving over the sensitive skin of your neck.

“no marks,” you remind him.

he chuckles, and it vibrates across your skin, “we belong together, baby… no one else knows about how you giggle when i kiss you here-“ he moves his lips to the ticklish spot behind your ear, making you gasp softly, “no one knows about how sensitive your inner thighs are… no one knows about that pretty spot deep inside of you only my cock can find…”

you whimper as your thighs tighten in arousal, reminders of how good he is to you when you do help him cheat, how thoroughly he ravishes you, worships the ground you walk on.

how desperate he is to keep you around, how far he’s penetrated himself into your soul and wrapped you around his finger, you’re not going anywhere, you’re bound to kaiser forever, destined to give him everything his heart desires, even if it means selling your soul.

“micha…”

“ohhh, there she is,” he chuckles softly, kissing behind your ear once more to make you squeak, “my good girl. gotta keep you away from that isagi if he’s gonna make you question how much i adore you, baby…” he guides your arms to wrap around his neck, which you do, tightly. your face buries into his neck, and you press your pelvis against his.

“micha…”

“what?” he whispers. “need me to take care of you now? got you all needy for me? like hearing me talk about how much i need you?”

“please.”

you feel the shift in the air go from sticky and gooey and loving, to heavy and sinister, like it always does with kaiser. the manipulation runs deep, so deep you can barely see the surface any more.

but that’s okay.

you’ll let him jam his tongue down your throat, lacing with yours to elicit the prettiest noises from you. you let him make you whine as he pulls back, the string of saliva splattering against your chin as it breaks. you’ll let him guide you to your bedroom to lay you down on your bed and worship you like a goddess, pulling your jeans down and working himself between your thighs.

you let him pretend to love you, pretend like this is normal, you’re both supposed to be doing this, this is good for you.

kaiser is all you need.

“michael!”

“im here,” he rasps against your folds.

“never going anywhere, my angel girl.”

[kxsagi]

AHHHHH ur isagi bday story made my heart do a little thing NAKDKAMSKALA

can you write smth about isagi being really good with ur younger sibling ( i just learnt he wanted a little sibling after watching my neighbour totoro 🥺)

“𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭”

a/n: due to it being april 1st and isagi’s b-day, i will be completing mainly isagi requests today! don’t worry, i promise that other requests will be completed as soon as i can, but i want to do something special and different for my man

(art credits go to louvbon on twt)

it started with my neighbor totoro. 

you and isagi were curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over the both of you as the movie played. it was at the part where satsuki was running around taking care of mei, tying her shoes, holding her hand, making sure she didn’t wander off, when isagi suddenly mumbled, 

"i think i’d be a good big brother."

you turned your head, raising a brow. "since when did you want a younger sibling?"

"since just now," he admitted easily, his gaze still on the screen. "or maybe since forever, but this movie just made me realize it." 

you chuckled, nudging him. "so you just wanna be totoro, huh?" 

"well, yeah," he grinned. "but i also think it’d be kinda nice to have a little brother or sister to look out for." 

you hummed, tucking the thought away. it wasn’t until a few days later, when isagi came over to your place and met your younger siblings, that you realized just how serious he was about it. 

as soon as you opened the door, your little brother peeked from behind you, staring up at isagi with big, curious eyes. your younger sister, on the other hand, had no hesitation, running right up to isagi and grabbing his hand like he was already part of the family. 

"are you really a pro soccer player?" she asked, eyes sparkling. 

isagi crouched down to her level, smiling. "yup. you wanna see a cool trick?" 

she nodded enthusiastically, and your little brother, who had been trying to act too cool to care, ended up inching closer, curiosity getting the better of him. 

isagi pulled a ball out of his bag, casually rolling it under his foot before flicking it up to his knee, then his shoulder, before catching it neatly in his hands. 

"whoa!" your sister gasped, tugging on your arm. "did you see that?" 

"that was so cool," your brother mumbled, eyes wide. 

"you guys wanna learn?" isagi grinned. 

and just like that, he was roped into playing soccer in the backyard. 

it started simple, just some passing drills and little tricks to impress them, but soon, it turned into an all-out game. your sister clung to isagi’s side, giggling as he gently guided her foot to kick the ball, while your brother took it way too seriously, determined to score on him. 

"i’m not going easy on you," your brother warned. 

isagi smirked. "bring it on, then." 

you watched as they ran around, laughing and chasing after the ball. your sister cheered for both of them, caught up in the excitement, while your brother fought tooth and nail to get past isagi’s defense. 

eventually, isagi let him win, dramatically diving to the ground as the ball rolled past him. 

"goal!" your brother shouted, pumping his fist in the air. 

"ahh, you got me," isagi groaned, sprawled out like he had just lost the world cup. 

your sister giggled, running over to him. "are you okay?" 

"not sure," he sighed. "might need a hug to recover." 

she immediately wrapped her tiny arms around him, squeezing tight. your brother huffed but plopped down next to him anyway, panting from all the running. 

you sat beside isagi, watching as he sat up and ruffled both their hair, grinning. 

"you’re really good at this," you murmured. 

he glanced at you, tilting his head. "at what?" 

"being an older brother." 

his expression softened. he turned back to your siblings, who were now arguing about who got to keep the soccer ball he brought. 

"yeah," he said quietly, a small smile on his lips. "i think i really would’ve liked having one." 

you leaned against him, squeezing his hand. "well, i think they just adopted you as theirs." 

he chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze back. "guess that makes me the honorary big brother, huh?" 

your sister suddenly tugged on his sleeve. "can you come over every day?" 

your brother nodded. "yeah. you’re cool. you should just live here." 

isagi laughed, throwing an arm around them. "hmm… i don’t know. i do have soccer practice, but…" he glanced at you, eyes twinkling. "maybe i’ll be around a lot more." 

your heart fluttered. your siblings cheered. 

and you had a feeling isagi really, truly meant it.

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kitorin]

1:34pm - isagi yoichi

"yocchan?" you check up on your boyfriend, who was currently burning red.

currently you were out for lunch, at that beef noodle place you had gone to a lot as a kid, wanting to revisit the nostalgia with yoichi. the food tasted the same even years later, almost as if the chef was still working there and was still using the exact same recipes and ingredients.

it all went great, the food itself was amazing and the sweet memories made it taste even better. not until something seemed off about yoichi.

"yes love?" he didn't seem upset or mad.

"you alright? you're ate a lot slower than usual. this much food is nothing to you. do you have a stomach ache?" you felt a bit guilty about the fact that he could've been pretending to be fine before the date, just for your sake. "do you have a fever?" soon your hand made its way to his forehead, under his bangs. it was hot. really hot.

it didn't make sense, he wasn't this warm when he was lying on your shoulder on the bus. his hands are shaking, so are his lips. speaking of his lips, they were red as well, although they were always a pretty shade of pink they were never a prominent scarlet. you gradually piece together the situation.

"yoichi, can you not tolerate spice?"

the question catches him off guard, "of course i can!" but the awkward laughter and lack of eye contact gives him away.

"you're red, like, very red,"

"that's because i love you ! how does someone not get this flustered around someone as pretty as you?"

you can't help but grin at him. "awwww, since i love you back i want to make you try the chili sauce here !" jokingly, you bring it near his bowl, and watch his eyes widen.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry! i think i'll die if i have anything spicier," you giggle at his confession, satisfied that your suspicions were correct. although his reaction was adorable, you were still worried.

"why didn't you tell me then!" you deliver a flick to his forehead, making him yelp. "

"i'm sorryyyy, it's just embarrassing, how are you so unfazed?"

"it's not something you should hide. i don't care what if you eat more than you can handle? gosh you're redder than chigiri's hair."

yoichi whines, "but i can't even handle a bowl of noodles with a bit of chili, how am i supposed to enjoy anything your family makes. oh god what if your mum hates me because i can't handle her food," he says the last part as if it's the end of the world, which it probably is to him. "i can't enjoy your culture and i disappoint your family."

despite it being a silly conversation, you found it quite cute how he did his best to hide it. "first off, my mum already loves you and doesn't care about your spice tolerance. second, it's not that hard to get used to laksa or beef rendang." your hand returns to his cheek, still warm, how bad was he with spice? "i'm impressed you managed to finish it all... you shouldn't push yourself." the bowl was completely empty, every noodle eaten and every drop of soup drank.

"anything for you, you seemed so happy to come back here" yoichi grins, lips still red, "may i get a kiss for my hard work then?"

with a mumbled 'fine' you comply with his request, "you're still an idiot."

"yeah but i'm your idiot," you gently smack him on the shoulder, ready to leave, with the owner of the restaurant lovingly grinning at the same child from years ago coming back with their boyfriend.

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

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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)