#it’s like sae at an event and his face is :/ the whole time

[dollbrbie]

HOW YOU MET THE MMA PRODIGY ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

꒰ mma!sae m.list ꒱

mma!sae who is labelled in all the news and magazine outlets as the next biggest mma star, rising quickly due to his currentl undefeated streak of 25 wins and holding the current middleweight championship title

mma!sae who is yet to lose a match, with even high profile fighters eager to fight him, determined to put the rising star in his place

mma!sae who you meet at an event, being invited due to friends of friends and sae just can not keep his eyes off you, making his move when he sees you stood all on your own at the food stand

mma!sae who introduces himself, though, you’re already aware of him. he’s literally been all everyone’s talking about since he won the middleweight championship title

mma!sae who then finds out that you’re the ex girlfriend of the previous holder of championship sae had taken, hearing you casually talk about how toxic he was with you

mma!sae who you end up hitting it off with all night, spending the rest of your time at the event drinking cocktails with him by your side, ignoring whatever important talks he had to attend to just to stay with you

mma!sae who ends up taking you back to his hotel room, not wasting a second before kissing your lips, one hand resting on the back of your neck, the other stationed on the curve of your ass

mma!sae who is ravenous, taking off your silken black dress with hunger, kissing along your shoulders and nibbling on your collar bone, making sure he leaves his mark

mma!sae who eats you out before thinking about fucking you, licking and sucking against your sensitive clit and glossy folds, that are just begging for him to fuck you

mma!sae who then has you sitting on his face, using his large hands to pull your hovering figure right onto his face when he sees your hesitation, “i thought i told you to sit.”

mma!sae who eats you out like a starving man, so focused on chasing your pleasure, making sure to pay attention to your moans and whimpers by hearing those high pitched sounds when he knows he’s hit the spot, causing your body to convulse in pure euphoria

mma!sae who was far from done, then fucking you with just so much passion. it was like he was worshipping you, no part of your body left untouched by him. sae just found you beyond beautiful

mma!sae who truly showed you the sex you should have been experiencing this whole time, incomparable to your ex or any other potential man you had been with before, his sweet praises talking you through your back to back orgasms

mma!sae who couldn’t get enough of you, even after overstimulating you both by making you cum countless times, resting his forehead against yours as he feels his cock soften inside you, placing several chaste kiss on your lips

mma!sae who just couldn’t help himself earlier when he heard your ex was the previous championship title holder, making sure he had his audio recording on while you screamed out his name so beautifully, telling him he’s the best you’ve ever had

mma!sae who may or may not have sent your ex boyfriend that audio recording of him fucking your brains out to which you may or may not have received a very nasty message from your ex afterwards, but oh well! why would you need him when you have sae who’s more than happy to show you why he’s the better man?

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

[thegreatgatslin]

THREE'S A CROWD! (bllk x reader threesomes, 18+)

ღ SYNOPSIS: why choose between them when you can just have them both? ღ STARRING: nagireo and ryusae x reader (separate) ღ CONTENT WARNINGS: threesomes (duh), heinous smut, p in v sex, p in a sex, double penetration, fingering, oral sex (f/m receiving), face sitting, overstim, no protection, best friends nagireo, boyfriends ryusae

ღ SEISHIRO NAGI AND REO MIKAGE: WE'LL MAKE YOU SAY YOU NEED US

somehow, what was supposed to be a cozy night in watching rom-coms has turned into a full-on makeout session with your two best friends. and with the way reo’s large hands are ghosting over the bare skin of your waist, and how seishiro’s deft tongue is exploring your mouth with a surprising fervor - 

you think it might turn into more than that very, very soon.

“fuckkkkk,” reo groans, kissing up the side of your neck, and you let out a pathetic whine as you feel his hard-on poking your lower back.

“you feel too good, jewel.” you feel a tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts, and look down to see sei’s beautiful grey eyes, wide and full of want, and nod breathlessly, they’re off in seconds, and so are your lacy black panties.

and even as you feel two cold, long fingers poke at your sopping wet entrance, you feel hands pulling your thick sweater up - you’re not wearing anything underneath - exposing your bare breasts to the cool air of reo’s living room.

soon, you’re letting out the most wanton moans you’ve ever heard - seishiro is thumbing at your swollen clit as his thick digits piston in and out of your cunt, and reo toys with your sensitive nipples, kneading the soft flesh of your chest.

“i want you to sit on my face, angel,” sei rasps, and you oblige, positioning yourself over his waiting mouth. by now reo’s pulled sei out of his grey sweats, revealing all eight delicious inches of him that you immediately wrap your hands around, stroking slowly.

you look up at reo, who’s unbuckling his belt, and soon his cock is standing straight and proud before your eyes, reddened tip leaking with pre. he cups your cheek, eyes murky with desire. 

“won’t you help me out too, angel?” and you moan at his taste when he pushes his throbbing tip past your parted lips and tangles his fingers into your hair.

you cum from seishiro’s expert ministrations - what, twice? three times? you can’t seem to remember. and reo, feeling a little left out, has his turn with you later on, as sei sits to the side, fisting his cock lazily.

suffice it to say, the three of you did not watch that movie.

ღ SAE ITOSHI AND RYUSEI SHIDOU: GO WILD, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU'RE ROUGH

having both ryusei shidou and sae itoshi as your boyfriends is interesting at times, because they’re different in every single way. personality, playing style, love language. and that extends to the way they fuck you. 

though sex with them is always exciting and really good, you notice a recurring pattern in how they handle you:

they start off slow, they escalate much too quickly, and they end with a bang.

sae always has the first taste of you unless he’s feeling generous, in which case ryu will dive in between your legs eagerly and eat you out until your legs are shaking and you’re crying both their names out. sae is much more methodical; his tongue will circle your clit while he fingers you at an agonisingly slow pace, sucking your slick from his own fingers from time to time. (he never forgets to give ryu a taste, too.)

and while one of them is doing that, it’s inevitable that you’ll be taking care of the other. your mouth, your hands, your tits - any part of your body they can use to get themselves off, they’ll use. sae particularly enjoys watching you choke and sputter helplessly on his length, while ryu likes when you jerk him off with one hand as you brace yourself on his thick thigh with the other - especially if you’ve just had your nails done.

then comes the “main event” (though you could say the whole thing is eventful enough). sae is unashamedly an ass guy, especially when it comes to your ass, so that’s what he takes. ryusei is happy to have your plush cunt squeezing around him, and they fuck you roughly in tandem, uncaring of your overstimulation. 

they make out heatedly as you’re sandwiched between them, and somehow or other, they make sure you all cum at the same time. oh well - that’s what you get for dating both a horny demon and a perceptive genius at once.

a/n: *gulps* part two? yes, part two.

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[whoreash]

ghetto gatsby ──★ ˙🍓 ̟

you and itoshi sae were on opposite sides of the car— unaturally.

why is that? he pissed you— the fuck off— that’s why.

there were some things as his manager and soon-to-be-wife that you understood— but, jesus christ, did he have to fuck up with his biggest sponsor?

itoshi sae was a mean, mean man and he, surely, didn’t make things easier for you.

“hey, babeee,” the usual beginning of an apology from sae, acting all innocent as if he didn’t just create a shitload of paperwork and calls for you. “don’t be angry at me.”

no answer— rightfully so. your gaze followed the trees outside, ignoring every word and sound made from your fiancée. because, sure, he’s done things like this before, but not at the sponsor’s own event. and, definitely, not directly to his face.

it was as if he was asking for an argument with you.

“i, really, didn’t do anything wrong,” ahh, so now he’s in the right?

you could choke sae right now. and, of course, he has to act all unbothered, a perfect way to react to your silence. that will, clearly, help his case.

“you, literally, called him a dick.”

“only because he was rude to me. and you.”

“itoshi,” at that, his gaze led to you, the name uncommon to him, especially from you. “you lost our biggest, fucking, sponsor.”

“who needs a sponsor, anyway? i can handle myself.” sae mutters, his careless personality overpowering any sense of urgency.

“your whole marketing team is, practically, gone, your retirement is fucked and a lot of your salary is due to them,” you answer, looking over at sae, eyes hooded from pure anger “so tell me, how much of that can you handle?”

he lets the silence sit in the car— because he has no idea. he has no idea about any of it.

“you’re going to apologise to him.” the earnestness in your voice, worries sae— but he doesn’t show it. rather, he lets his usual self answer.

“i’m not apologising. i did nothing wrong.” sae’s stubborn character was something you got warned about before becoming his manager. luckily, you weren’t one to lose in arguments.

“itoshi sae. you will apologise and i don’t want you fucking up like this, ever, again.”

you’re met with silence yet again, eyeing sae’s facial expression— inspecting the tug of his brow and roll of his eyes. he’s avoiding your gaze— a sign of his loss.

“will you kiss me, if i say yes?”

“what—“ you look at sae, with a ‘are you fucking kidding me’ look, which is only met with a silent plead from his eyes “okay, yes! i’ll give you a, fucking, kiss,”

sae nods and mutters a ‘i’ll do it’ before sitting, waiting, expectantly, for the kiss he was promised.

“you’re so stupid.”

are the last words that leave your mouth before you lean over the backseat and give sae an open-mouthed kiss. exactly, the one he likes. you, really, were too kind to him. whatever. you couldn’t care less when his tongue, gently, prods into your mouth— sharing your saliva.

you, definitely, didn’t care when his hand moved to grasp onto your hip, the other angling your head. sae knew how to lower your defenses, and you let him. every single time.

the argument will have to wait, because right now, sae’s wayyy too distracted by you and your body and your lips— which won’t change later but, oh well.

he’ll apologise, but, he can’t promise this won’t happen again.

after all, itoshi sae got a fuck ton of hate sex after.

[neeeooon]

Sauuuuuur......hehe. I might have a request? Alright, here we go. Ya know those k-dramas where the male interest is all cold, dom, stoic, is a multi billionaire ceo, most handsome man on earth while the female lead is just a sub, curious, pretty girl. You know, the stereotypes. Well, let's switch that up! Reader is a multi-billionaire cold stoic ceo who's more nonchalant than them but loves them and only them. Meanwhile, everyone are kind of curious about how they pulled her.

Hehe that's all!! I'd you want to do this smartie cab you include isagi, bachira, ness, sae, kaiser and whoever ya want, but if you don't wanna it's alright and I love your work!!

[If the request is poorly written sorry this is my first time and English is like my 5th language]

YES OFCC THANK YOU sorry for the wait!! it’s been a longgg time since i’ve seen a kdrama so hopefully you still enjoy!

reverse kdrama romance with them

broke bf bllk x “tsundere” ceo fem!reader

isagi yoichi

-> you make enough money to throw around, but you’re very conscious with your savings. the only time you spend money in excess is during work events or when you’re trying to prove a point to an ignorant man

-> or when your cute little boyfriend has a soccer game

-> you aren’t one of those girlfriends who goes all out. you don’t need to jump up like a lunatic every time he touches the ball, but when he scores, the corner of your mouth will raise just enough to break through your stoic expression

-> “which one’s your… wait, you’re dating isagi yoichi?” you keep your face blank as another well-off fan approaches your private booth. “but he’s so… and you’re so… how?”

-> the man’s voice annoys you, and your brows convey that. “he asked. now if you’ll excuse me, i’m being a supportive girlfriend.”

bachira meguru

-> he is sunshine incarnate, and everyone you introduce him to gives you the same look. you? the always cold always business woman and bachira? you really take black cat gf and golden retriever bf to a whole new level

-> you love spoiling bachira, especially by taking him out to restaurants and watching his face light up when you tell him to order whatever he wants

-> “does it bother you when i smile a lot, y/n?” he asked you before climbing into the car, you holding the door for him. “why would it bother me, love?” “i don’t know.. you’re so blank. you aren’t scared of smile lines, are you?”

-> you can’t tell if his question is serious or meant to tease you, but you laugh, and he beams. “see! you’re so pretty when you laugh. i like making you happy.” “you make me happy regardless of what i convey on my face. trust me when i say that, alright?”

alexis ness

-> you don’t know why, but from the moment you laid eyes on alexis ness, you knew you wanted to spoil him

-> ness wants to watch a movie? you rent out the theater. he wants a snack? you buy everything in the entire convenience store. and you do it all without breaking your cold exterior, despite how melty you are on the inside

-> people will approach you all the time on dates and ask ness how he managed to pull you. the questions disgust you, and you never try to hide it. “this is a private matter. take your stink elsewhere.”

-> ness always grins when you defend him, despite himself. “you shouldn’t be so mean to people. they might cancel you..” “let them try. i’d find their efforts amusing.”

itoshi sae

-> sae thought he had the whole nonchalant thing down until he met you. never in his life has he blushed so much around someone, someone who barely lets themself smile at all

-> despite your blank, stoic demeanor, you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around itoshi sae and keep him with you forever

-> the internet dubs you the ice couple due to your cold expressions whenever you’re in public together

-> people love to try and steal your attention away from your boyfriend, and you’re always sure to shoot icy glares in their directions. meanwhile, anytime sae is asked how he managed to convince you to give him a chance, he just grins and says, “they stalked and bribed me.”

michael kaiser

-> he’s the only person who challenges you. with a status like yours, it’s not every day that someone openly questions your authority or the way you live your life, so when michael kaiser doesn’t seem intimidated in the slightest by you, you’re intrigued

-> you hum one day when kaiser steps into the elevator with you, the doors closing and locking the two of you together for only a few seconds

-> “you’re quite pretty,” you tell him, and though kaiser doesn’t look at you, you can see his blush in the wall of mirrors. “what is it about me that you feel the need to constantly challenge? or do all people in power piss you off.”

-> to your surprise, kaiser spins around and smirks at you. “i have an issue with authority figures.” “good think i’m just rich, then.”

-> after that, you make sure kaiser knows that you aren’t there to abuse your position of power. you enjoy taking him shopping and purchasing anything he looks at for more than 5 seconds, not that kaiser has any objections

[shoeistars]

no photos ! pt 2

incl. reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou

ʚଓ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

ʚଓ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

ʚଓ pt 1 (isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi)

reo : car dash

When Reo got his hands on his first hypercar, his main priority was keeping the thing clean. No trash, no eating inside of the vehicle, you weren’t even allowed to do your makeup when you’re playing your role of passenger princess. He just wanted to keep the interior spotless, despite the fact that he could buy as many overpriced vehicles as he fucking desired

So, when you hopped into the car one day and noticed the pola of you that he had resting against the dash of his brand new Bugatti, you were stunned. He hadn’t even put a goddamn air freshener on the rearview yet

Whenever you got around to questioning him, all he did was shrug, a smug grin on his face as he drove you to your nail appointment. After all, he got bored when he was sitting in traffic. The picture of you, perched on his California king with the prettiest bra and panty set hugging your body juuust right was worth bending a few rules over

barou : wallet

The polaroid itself was your idea in the first place. He didn’t really understand what the hell the hype was about, but he’d bend over backwards to see that pretty smile you’d give him when you got your way. Whenever he saw the photo, however, his perspective was changed immediately

You’d been hiked up onto a bathroom sink, always getting way too horny for your own good at events where attendance mattered. He’d sneak you away when you’d start touching on him and whispering dirty shit in his ear, never able to say no to his queen

Thus the birth of the pola nestled in his wallet, right beside his bank card. The view of his thick dick stretching your tightness out was too good to pass up, milky ring of cream wrapped around his base and spilling out of your hole. He just had to have it with him at all times

rin : under his pillow

Pushing the pussy whipped loser boy agenda for Rin because you’re most definitely his first love, the first girl he’s ever touched, fingered, fucked. Having popped his cherry, he can’t help but be completely enamored by you. The mere thought of you gets him hard and he hates that factor to his core

Which plays into why exactly he has a nasty polaroid of you tucked under his navy-clad pillow, right where he rests his head to sleep for the night. It’s safe there, it’s within easy reach for him to fuck his fist to when you’re too far away, which is too often for his own liking thanks to away games

The photo itself is his treasure, a simple one where you’re on your bruised knees, showing him what exactly a facial is. Although he loves you most barefaced, he can’t even lie and deny that your face dripping wet and sticky with his seed isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on

sae : checkbook

Weird place, sure, but there is nothing normal about Sae as a whole. In his eyes, there are three prizes in the world: wins, money, and you. The polaroid fits perfectly right where he has it

There’s nothing more rewarding to him than whipping out his checkbook to buy something big, just to be greeted with your cunt on full display, the photo clipped front and center onto the leather book cover

It’s a real looker of a photo too, his thumb spreading your glossy folds to show off the stream of his cum dripping out of your hole, coating your asshole in thick nut. All he can ever think about is how you whimpered when he licked it up after snapping the shot

shidou : pola wall

The consequences of dating a shameless, unhinged individual consists of your nudes being shown off any and every possible chance presented to him. He’s sick, sometimes unreasonable, but you’re too goddamn pretty for him to just hide away

Hence why he’s got a nice slab of white wall in his bedroom, fully dedicated to you. He calls it romantic, of course. All sorts of polas are taped up as decoration, different positions and scenarios

Maybe it’s awkward for guests that just so happen to step into his bedroom for whatever reason, but you like being shown off, don’t you? He figured a slut like you would wanna be put on display, considering you’re just like him

[saetiate]

dec. 19 ✧ day six ✧ snowed in - sae x reader fluff

"Well, so much for going to that winter market…"

Sae has one arm leaning against the doorframe, the other he wraps around your waist as you approach to sigh at the heavy snow that traps you both in. His warmth protects you from the cold of the glass. It's natural, for him to protect you from the elements. He'd protect you from the world if he could.

"Did you really want to go?"

"Mm, it's just a thing for us to do together. We're always staying in, don't you think?"

He turns his whole body towards you. He does that often when you speak, like he might miss something if he's not giving you his full attention. He shrugs, looping your hands with his.

"Nothing wrong with always staying in. Besides…" he wraps two hands around your waist and lifts you up and over his shoulder, your yelp bringing a hidden smile to his face.

"Sae!"

"Hm?" He pats you on the butt, walking you both up to your bedroom. He won't say it, but he's glad for the pitter-patter of snow that drifts onto the driveway. He'd rather have your full attention anyways.

twelve days of selfshipmas event thank you to the lovely tartagliove for hosting this event! what a wonderful time. this is my first post for the event hehe

[lvmimis]

cw: smut, minors dni. brat!reader. angry sex that turns soft. not really infidelity but a little targeted flirting on the part of reader. female anatomy for reader. f! receiving oral. penetrative sex.

“You’re getting way too good at getting on my damn nerves.”

The door to your hotel room is barely closed by the time he starts his tirade, but neither of the Itoshi brothers are particularly known for having any type of manners, and the current state of affairs is that you’ve successfully pissed Rin off the entire night. It doesn’t help that Rin’s kind of a crybaby, and his beautiful eyelashes line red-rimmed eyes right now; in fact his whole face is red from embarrassment, and as you kick your high heels off, he’s glaring at you with aggravation, hands balled into fists.

“So?” you ask flippantly, turning to him with a flourish in your satin, form-fitting dress that seems to practically mock him. You don’t intend to spin that joyfully but it works for you tremendously. After all, Rin takes himself far too seriously and it’s your God-given task to cut him down to size. Flirting with his brother - well, barely so - has worked wonders for you. Rin is now so hot he’s practically ripping his shirt off at the collar as he tries to loosen it, and you plop onto the king sized bed in practical glee. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve provoked him like this and it works every time.

You don’t have to do much. Just a few heavy lidded glances in Sae’s direction, a little too much interest in whatever the asshole has to say, letting your eyes linger on his drink then on the curve of his lips for a little too long, shrugging when Sae disrespectfully asks you, right in front of his brother, if you’re willing to spend time with an actual athlete before declining.

There will be a point in time where Sae’s advances towards you result in his face drenched in sweetened alcohol, but for now, when Rin’s waffling about how much you mean to him despite being desperate for your attention, keeping you on his arm for event after event, you don’t have to be his ride-or-die.

But you can ride him. 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to prove but if you keep fucking playing with me, you’re going to end up biting off more than you can chew.”

He’s a lot of talk and a lot of energy as he tears off your panties, but he’s the one with his face shoved into your folds just moments later, sliding his tongue up and over and along every part of you, lapping up your cream like milk, drinking up your squeals and moans like sweet ambrosia. His arms are practically wrapped around your lower half, dragging your hips up to his face as he sucks and swallows, spitting on your clit the lesser half out of disgust, the greater half out of sheer desire. Face still covered in your slick, and practically drooling, he takes your lips in his mouth again and kisses fervently, pulling your leg around his waist as he descends on you.

“Stop acknowledging him,” Rin hisses. Your back arches as his cockhead presses first against your entrance, missing first before he re-steadies and slips inside you, biting your lower lip as they pull back in a wince. Your fingers claw into his bare back as he claims you, a shudder leaving his throat as he nestles inside you, warm, inviting, his, oh so necessarily his.

“Stop worrying about him,” you hiss back. “Focus on me.”

Your eyes narrow as they meet, but he’s softening as you look at him. The first few strokes into your center are fast, harsh, quick in the snap of his hips, but the next ones, with his eyes slowly filling with adoration as he watches your reactions, the scrunch of your face and the lust in your eyes as they roll back, are slow and tender. 

“Focus on me,” he whispers now as he rolls his hips against yours. “Be mine.”

Be mine, be mine, be mine. He kisses your neck, marking you with each press of the lips, each squeeze of his fingertips on your flesh, and he wishes you would scratch and claw your name into his skin if only it means he’s definitely yours and only yours and you’re only his, forever.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

A Summer Break for the Ages

Doohan Sister Reader F1 Driver Reader Cadillac Formula 1 Reader

Sorry for such a long wait everyone, things got super busy as my formula sae team got busy in preparation for an open house event. But I am back to planning and writing again. So to treat you all, here is an extra long and extra fluffy chapter for you.

The pen was starting to slip in my hand, not because it was too heavy or awkward, but because my palms were sweating. Stupid. It was just paperwork. Just another clipboard in another waiting room. I’d filled out dozens of these over the last few months—medical forms, release waivers, press permissions, rehab evaluations. But this one? This one felt different. This one felt… important.

The room was warm and quiet, filled with soft light and the faint scent of cedar. A dog barked in the distance, and I flinched slightly before reminding myself this was a safe place. I stared at the question on the page:

“What are you hoping to find in a dog?”

It should’ve been easy to answer. A companion. A little joy. Something to come home to after the chaos of racing and interviews and headlines I didn’t ask for. But more than that—something steady. Something that didn’t care about what the media said or the footage that kept replaying of the crash. Someone who didn’t ask questions, just stayed close when the nights got long and the thoughts got loud.

I scribbled down the first honest thing that came to mind:

“A partner. A friend. Someone who understands silence.”

When I handed it back, the woman behind the desk smiled softly like she’d read between every word I hadn’t said. “We have a little tradition,” she told me as she stood. “Our dogs… they choose you. Not the other way around.”

I followed her out of the cozy little office, heart pounding like I was about to walk into qualifying again. Except this time there was no helmet. No track. Just the sun-warmed backyard of the facility—and maybe a future waiting for me in the grass.

The gate opened and chaos greeted me in the most beautiful way. Dogs. All kinds. Bouncing, wagging, barking, rolling in the dirt. A pair of fluffy mutts ran straight for me, tails spinning like windmills, and I crouched down (as much as my shoulder allowed) to let them sniff and slobber and welcome me with happy energy I hadn’t felt in ages.

I was so distracted by them, I almost didn’t notice him.

He was standing off to the side—still, quiet, watching. A large German Shepherd, dark coat shining in the sun, ears perked, stance alert. He didn’t charge or bark or demand attention. He observed. Me. And when our eyes met, something… shifted. I didn’t know how to explain it, even now. But my heart settled. Not in a romantic way or a cheesy movie moment way, but in a deep, grounding way. Like a boat finally anchoring.

He took a few careful steps forward, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Every inch of him radiated calm focus. And then—without hesitation—he leaned his full body gently into my leg. Solid and warm.

I let out a shaky breath, blinking hard. He didn’t nudge for pets, didn’t lick my face. He just… stayed. And that’s what I needed.

The trainer’s voice came from behind me, just a touch surprised. “Well, would you look at that. That’s Axel. He’s a bit of a legend around here.”

I looked down at him. “He’s perfect.”

“He’s more than that,” she said, stepping beside me. “He’s trained for emotional support. PTSD, anxiety, trauma cases. He knows when to give space and when to stay close.”

I blinked at her. “Wait—he’s already trained?”

She nodded. “Fully certified. And… he’s got something extra, too. Axel’s also trained in protective behavior. Not attack, just defense. He’s not aggressive unless you give the signal.”

I glanced down at him again, his head now resting gently against my thigh like he’d been mine forever.

“What kind of signals?”

“Two code words,” she explained. “If you say ‘susto’—which means ‘scare’—he’ll alert. Stand between you and whoever’s setting him off. He’ll bark, stiffen posture. Warn. But he won’t escalate especially when you say ‘hecho.’ That ends it. Brings him back down.”

“And if I don’t say anything?”

“He’ll decide based on your body language,” she said gently. “But he’s incredibly intelligent. He won’t act unless he senses real danger. You’re always in control.”

It took me a second to swallow the lump in my throat. This wasn’t just a dog. This was… security. This was someone who could help me feel safe again—not just emotionally, but physically. Someone who would see the fear I tried so hard to hide and stand in front of it for me.

“Axel,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside him. “You okay with me?”

He looked up at me, then leaned in and licked my chin.

I laughed for the first time in days.

Later that day, after the bonding test and paperwork and basic command refreshers, Axel climbed into the passenger seat of my car like it was already his. He rested his head lightly on my thigh as I drove, his eyes flicking to mine every so often like he was still checking—you alright?

Back at my apartment, I didn’t feel nervous. I didn’t feel alone. Axel followed me through the rooms, nose twitching at the corners of my cluttered shelves, finally settling on the couch where I curled up next to him with a blanket and a box of leftover cookies.

He didn’t need to talk. Didn’t need to ask me how I was doing. He just stayed close, warm and steady.

When I whispered, “Thank you for picking me,” he let out a soft huff and nudged his head into my chest, the rhythm of his breathing syncing with mine.

And for the first time since the crash, I finally felt like maybe—just maybe—I could start to put the pieces back together again. With Axel beside me, I wasn’t just a ghost of myself anymore.

I was home and I felt safe. 

—

I hadn’t been this nervous to sit in a doctor's office in a while.

It was strange, the way my heart fluttered—not from fear of bad news, but from this intense pressure building behind my ribs. The kind that came when you wanted something so badly to be okay, even though you weren’t sure you were allowed to hope yet.

Axel sat at my feet, tail thudding softly against the cool tile floor every now and then. He had this way of grounding me without needing to be commanded. Since we found each other, he’d been the constant shadow at my side, somehow always knowing what I needed even before I did. I glanced down, brushing my fingers behind his ears. He leaned into the touch, big brown eyes blinking up at me with an ease that made the moment feel less clinical, less sterile.

I heard the doctor before I saw her—her steps were confident, familiar. She stepped in with a tablet in one hand and a bright smile already on her face, and I felt a little piece of my tension start to unravel.

“Let’s check that shoulder first,” she said warmly.

I nodded, carefully beginning the familiar routine of unstrapping the restrictive brace I’d worn since the crash. My movements were slow, cautious. Not because of the pain, but out of habit—like if I moved wrong, everything might break all over again.

Axel stood up as I shifted on the exam table, his body brushing against my leg like he was offering backup support. I murmured a quiet “Hecho,” and he sat back down obediently.

The doctor’s fingers were gentle but thorough as she rotated my arm, checking each angle and joint. She paused to inspect the scars still healing near my collarbone—burns from the fire that had licked my suit. They weren’t as red anymore, not as raw, but I still flinched sometimes when the fabric of my shirts caught them wrong.

“You’ve made incredible progress,” she said finally, stepping back. “Inflammation is down. Mobility’s coming back faster than I expected. You’ve been doing the work.”

I smiled, a small one, but it was real. “Tell that to my frozen shoulder on day two of PT.”

She laughed, then reached into a drawer and returned with a smaller brace—sleek, more discreet, and definitely not the kind that made strangers on the street give me worried looks.

“This is your next step,” she explained, helping me guide my arm into the new brace. “Still no heavy lifting, and take care with how you sleep. But this will give you a lot more comfort. Should fit under clothes easily too.”

It was strange how something so small could make me feel almost normal. I flexed my arm slightly, feeling the way the support hugged just right.

Then came the next part.

I followed her down the hall to radiology, Axel once again sticking close. He waited patiently outside the door, nose pressed against the glass like he was supervising. I swear he’d taken his guardian job to heart the moment I adopted him.

The x-ray process was quick—routine by now. The techs barely needed to direct me anymore. I held still, breathed when they told me, and walked out already rehearsing worst-case scenarios in my head.

Back in the exam room, I waited. Axel laid down this time, head resting on my boot, tail occasionally tapping when I reached down to stroke his back.

When the doctor returned, she didn’t make me wait.

“Your fracture is healing beautifully,” she said, turning the tablet toward me so I could see the clean lines of my bone coming back together. “No shifting. No complications. You’ll be out of that cast next week.”

I blinked. “Really?”

She nodded. “From there, we’ll work on gradually building weight back up. If everything keeps going this well, you will be back in the car by the second race.”

A breath caught in my throat.

Two weeks, only missing 1 race.

It had been just under a month since the crash, and two weeks from now, I could be in the car again. Not just thinking about racing—doing it. Feeling the wheel in my hands. Hearing the engine vibrate through my bones.

I didn’t realize my hands had clenched until Axel nudged me with his nose. I opened them slowly, fingers still stiff in the cast, but the ache didn’t bother me today.

From the corner, Nico’s voice chimed in.

“Perfect,” he said, already typing into his phone. “I’ll update Diego.”

I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You mean my personal stalker-slash-trainer?”

“He prefers ‘dedicated professional’,” Nico deadpanned. “But yes.”

The news brought something else to the surface—something I’d been meaning to share with my audience, but hadn’t found the right time or words. Maybe this would be the moment.

Before Deigo, my training was impersonal. A faceless contract with a faceless trainer. Someone paid through an agency who thought I was a woman training for marathons or maybe motorsport-adjacent racing. They didn’t know who I was, and they didn’t ask. It was sterile, minimal, safe. I had to stay under the radar, even in my own recovery.

But now… I didn’t have to pretend anymore.

Diego had been with me every step of this journey. He was the one who learned every layer of my body and how it healed. The one who researched PT for burns and race-related shoulder injuries and helped build regimens that weren’t just effective—they fit me.

He wasn’t just in my corner. He was the reason I’d gotten out of bed those first few painful mornings.

“Think I’ll tell them soon,” I said quietly. “About Diego.”

Nico’s face softened. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Feels like the right time.”

I pictured it—something casual, maybe a vlog or a behind-the-scenes reel.

“Hey, guys. So this is Diego. He’s been my radio engineer for a while now but he finally finished his certification and got to take over full time as my personal trainer too. He’s helped with my recovery since day one, and you’ll probably see him more often now not just as my radio engineer but my trainer too.  He’s a pain, but he’s my pain.”

That would be enough.

No need to dive into the years of hidden injuries or the lies I’d had to spin to stay safe. No need to talk about how close I’d come to losing everything when the car went up in flames. They didn’t need the trauma to understand the truth.

They just needed to know I wasn’t alone anymore.

And as we left the doctor’s office, sun spilling onto the sidewalk like a warm exhale from the sky, I felt it—real, true forward momentum after weeks of feeling stuck in one small dull world. 

—

When Nico dropped me off at my apartment, the world outside felt quieter, softer. Axel, the big German Shepherd who’d chosen me over all the other dogs at the trainer’s, was curled up in the backseat, looking as calm and collected as he ever did. We’d been through a lot in the past few days—vet visits, paperwork, a long flight to get him here—and now, after all that effort, he was finally home.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, giving Nico a grateful smile as I got out. I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder, Axel following close behind. He trotted up beside me, calm as always, his eyes scanning our surroundings like he was making sure everything was okay. There was something so reassuring about him.

Nico caught my eye, his grin widening just slightly. “You’re sure you’re good here? No help with anything?”

“I’ve got it covered,” I said with a chuckle, even as I gave the apartment door a quick glance to make sure everything was still in order. “I’ve got a puppy now, Nico. What else do I need?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Right, you’re all set with your emotional support dog. Perfect time to leave you alone, huh?” His voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of affection in it.

“Everything’s fine,” I assured him, giving Axel a scratch behind the ears as the dog followed me up the stairs. Axel looked up at me, his tongue hanging out in a grin, but his gaze stayed steady and protective. It was so comforting to know that I had a partner who not only had my back but was also going to be with me all week.

As we made our way inside, I unpacked a few things while Nico made sure I didn’t forget anything. I made a mental checklist: clothes packed, medication in my bag, a fresh set of shoulder braces and wraps in my suitcase for the arm and shoulder, Axel’s travel gear ready. Everything was done. It was all going according to plan.

Then, a soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

I opened it, and immediately I was met with the loud, boisterous voices of Ollie and Kimi.

“Surprise, surprise,” Ollie grinned, stepping inside without hesitation, “Look what we’ve got, a delivery of sunshine and—”

His voice trailed off as he froze mid-step, his eyes going wide.

Kimi stepped in right behind him, also stopping when he caught sight of Axel. The atmosphere in the room shifted, a quiet awe filling the space.

Ollie slowly crouched down, his eyes filled with surprise and delight. “You... you got a dog?”

I nodded, unable to contain the excitement bubbling inside me. “Yeah, his name’s Axel. I didn’t tell you guys because I wanted it to be a surprise. I figured he could keep me company during the break, you know?”

Axel, ever the cool customer, just stood there, his tail gently swaying behind him. But I could feel him observing both Ollie and Kimi carefully. It was like he was weighing them, deciding if they were worth his trust.

Kimi, as usual, didn’t waste a second. He took a step toward Axel, his movements slow and deliberate, letting the dog smell his outstretched hand. Axel sniffed once, then twice, before he gave a little huff and nudged Kimi’s palm with his nose. That was it. Kimi smiled, his eyes lighting up in a way that made my heart warm.

“He’s already fond of you,” I teased.

Ollie grinned, and then—just when I thought Axel was going to ignore him—he walked over to Ollie, sitting at his feet, looking up with those big brown eyes like he was silently demanding attention. Ollie laughed, scratching Axel behind the ears. “Okay, okay, I admit it,” he said. “I’m in love.”

“I’m in love,” Kimi chimed in, looking at me with a grin. “But mostly because Axel’s clearly already won me over.”

Axel huffed again, letting his body relax as I sat on the couch, gesturing for them to join me. The dog nestled up beside me, one paw stretched lazily over my foot. There was something so comforting about having him with me in this moment. Something that settled the edges of my mind, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

“Alright, now we’re ready to go,” Ollie said, looking around the apartment for a final check. “The Tahoe’s outside. Kimi’s manager is driving, and he’s got everything planned so we don’t have to worry about anything. Plus, we saved you the entire back seat. No choosing who sits with who.”

“That’s really nice of you guys,” I said, smiling.

We made our way outside, Axel following me closely as Kimi opened the back door of the blacked-out Tahoe. Axel hopped up first, with a little help from me. It seemed like everything with him just worked in a way that made everything else feel easier.

The ride to the airport was uneventful, in the best way possible. Just the soft hum of the engine, the cool leather seats, and Axel’s calm presence beside me. Kimi and Ollie chattered about nothing and everything, making plans for the trip, throwing out ideas for hikes and beach days.

But when we arrived at the airport, that’s when the magic of the day really began. As we stepped out of the vehicle, a group of discreet security guards greeted us, ready to whisk us through the back entrance, out of sight of any curious fans. The boys were still relaxed, enjoying the anonymity, and I could see the joy in their eyes as we moved seamlessly through the terminal, Axel quietly trotting by my side.

Once inside the VIP room, I breathed a sigh of relief. The tension I’d carried with me—about being recognized, about keeping Axel’s presence under wraps—finally melted away.

“So,” Ollie said, settling onto one of the plush chairs. “Four whole days of nothing but fun and relaxation. Just us. No interviews, no press. What’s the first thing we’re doing when we get there?”

“We’ve got a boat ride planned, remember?” Kimi chimed in, putting his feet up and cracking open a bottle of water. “Lunch to sunset. Then some hiking, maybe?”

“That sounds perfect,” I replied, leaning back, watching Axel curl up on the floor beside me, his eyes half-closed in contentment. “Anything that doesn’t involve me breaking my arm again.”

“Nothing too crazy,” Ollie reassured me. “But we’re going to hike up the Alps. Get some stargazing in, cook a few meals together, maybe hit the beach.”

I smiled, the thought of it all making me feel lighter. A boat ride, a relaxed hike, some stargazing under the clear French sky… and Axel, right there with me the entire time.

I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply.

“This is going to be perfect,” I murmured.

And as the boys began talking about their plans—about markets to visit and secret coves to find—I knew that this trip wasn’t just about escaping for a while. It was about finding peace in the little things. With them. With Axel. And that, to me, was everything I needed. 

—

The low hum of the plane was oddly soothing, a steady white noise that matched the gentle vibration under my seat. We were about halfway across the ocean now, headed toward a much-needed break tucked away in the French Riviera. Our little group had lucked out with first-class cubbies, each of us in our own private pod. I was tucked into mine, Ollie in the one just to my right, and Kimi across the aisle, both only a few steps away.

Axel lay in the aisle between us, his big body curled up right where the stewardess had said he should be—close enough to reach me instantly, should I need him. It made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. Just knowing he was there was like anchoring myself to solid ground, even when we were flying above clouds.

I had reclined my chair into its flat position a little while ago, one of the many luxuries of these fancy pods. The blanket draped loosely over my legs, and my headphones sat gently over my ears—no music playing, though. I just wanted it to be a little quieter and I allowed Axel to hop up onto the makeshift bed with me. 

Axel’s head rested beside mine now. My hand was tucked into his soft fur, slowly stroking behind his ears, the way he liked. His calm breathing matched mine, and soon, sleep began tugging at the edges of my mind.

That’s when I felt it.

A gentle touch brushing through my hair—fingers sweeping a few loose strands away from my face. Soft, careful. I didn’t move. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing steady, curious what would come next.

“She looks like she’s finally relaxed,” Ollie’s voice whispered.

I could hear the soft rustle as he leaned back in his chair, clearly thinking I couldn’t hear them through my ‘music.’

Kimi responded, just as quiet. “It’s still wild. A couple months ago… I didn’t think we’d get to do this. Not like this. Not with her here.”

My heart ached gently, but not in a bad way. I held still, letting them talk.

“I used to stay up, watching the crash over and over again, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t have to worry anymore, that I wouldn’t wake up and she wouldn’t be here anymore.” Ollie murmured.

“Yeah,” Kimi said. “I’d wake up from nightmares where she just… didn’t make it. Couldn’t shake it off for hours.”

There was a pause, the kind that weighed heavy with old fear.

“But now look at her,” Kimi added, voice softening. “She’s got a dog who practically worships her, she’s healthy, and she’s laughing again. We can’t take that for granted.”

“No,” Ollie agreed, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I still worry, though. Every time she winces or disappears for a second too long. I hate how scared I still get.”

“Same,” Kimi admitted. “But I’ll take the worry if it means we still have her.”

My eyes burned a little. I blinked them open, letting my hand press just a little firmer into Axel’s side. He shifted closer in response, letting out a quiet whuff.

“I think she’s dreaming,” Ollie whispered.

Kimi chuckled softly. “Probably dreaming about being bossy and beating us at go-karts again.”

“Yeah, she’d better not heal that fast.”

They both laughed quietly, and I finally opened my eyes completely, turning just slightly toward Axel. I let out a little sigh and stretched, just enough to make it look like I was coming out of sleep.

Ollie immediately leaned over the partition. “Hey, hey, you good?”

I gave him a lazy half-smile. “Just comfy,” I murmured, voice still sleep-thick. “Axel makes a good pillow.”

Axel gave a very smug sigh, like he knew exactly what we were talking about.

Kimi leaned forward, his arm resting over the edge of his pod. “Did we wake you up?”

I shook my head slowly. “No. Just the best nap in weeks, that’s all.”

Their shoulders eased. The air between us was gentle now—filled with affection and warmth, with all the words they didn’t need to say out loud. I didn’t call them out on what I heard. I didn’t need to. Just hearing it had been enough. A quiet reminder of the bond we shared.

Axel pressed his nose into my wrist, and I rubbed his ears, mouthing a silent “thank you” to the best boy.

With the low lights dimming around us, and the clouds stretching endlessly beneath us, I settled back into my little cocoon. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything might just be okay.

—

The villa looked like it had been pulled out of a daydream.

Tucked into the side of a gentle slope and kissed by the French seaside breeze, it had an effortless charm — stone walls bleached by years of sun, pale-blue shutters framing the windows, and ivy crawling up one side like nature had given the place a warm embrace. Inside, it smelled like lemon soap and linen. The kind of place that made your shoulders drop the moment you stepped inside.

I stood in the doorway to my room, suitcase half-unpacked, just soaking it all in. Axel had already made himself at home, nose twitching at every corner before plopping dramatically on the foot of my bed. His soft eyes met mine, almost like he was saying, "Yep, this'll do."

"You're right," I said aloud to him with a small smile, reaching down to give him a scratch behind the ears. "This'll definitely do."

My room had huge windows that overlooked a gravel path winding through wild lavender and olive trees. The bed had cozy cream blankets and a little wicker bench at the end. I took my time folding things into drawers and hanging a few outfits I knew I’d want later. Even with the weight of a shoulder brace and a half-healed fracture, I felt lighter than I had in months.

Kimi and Ollie were still unpacking down the hall—though by the sounds of it, “unpacking” might’ve involved more laughing than organizing. I was halfway through smoothing out the last T-shirt in my drawer when I heard the soft thud of something hitting a wall followed by Ollie yelling, “That was not my fault, that shelf just hates me!”

Smiling, I stepped out of my room, letting the peace of this place settle into my chest like warm honey. I made my way into the kitchen—sunlight pouring across the counter, curtains fluttering slightly in the ocean breeze—and started thinking about dinner. Something simple. Something comforting.

Opening my phone, I browsed the local market's website. It had everything—fresh produce, cuts of meat, artisan cheeses, and even a little wine section. My mind was already building the meal as I jotted a quick list in the notes app:

Three nice, thick steaks

Yukon gold potatoes

Green beans

Cheese for the casserole

Milk, butter, and sour cream

Maybe a little wine…?

Definitely dessert.

As if on cue, I felt a presence over my shoulder.

“Are you plotting something dangerous?” Ollie asked, chin practically hovering next to my head. His hair was sticking up like he’d run through a wind tunnel, and he still had one sock on.

“I’m feeding you, actually,” I replied with a smirk.

“Ah. That’s extremely dangerous. I might fall in love,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, flopping dramatically onto the nearby barstool.

Kimi entered behind him, far more collected, but still with that telltale smirk that said he’d heard everything. “Did I hear the word dessert?” he asked, walking toward the fridge to check if we had eggs. He opened it and laughed. “We have... two lemons, a bottle of water, and half a cucumber.”

“Then it’s settled,” I said, grabbing my phone and the handwritten list. “We’re going shopping.”

Ollie clapped his hands. “The grocery squad is a go.”

Kimi rolled his eyes, but he was already slipping his shoes on.

Before we left, I grabbed Axel’s travel leash—one of the things I’d secretly ordered in preparation for this trip. The soft leather fit nicely in my hand, and Axel immediately perked up, trotting to my side like the perfect gentleman. I’d checked the rules a dozen times before bringing him, even booked an upgraded ticket just so he could fly cabin with me. He’d already earned his place here, and the villa was pet-friendly. He was part of my family now.

Ollie noticed the new leash, raising a brow. “Someone came prepared.”

“You think I was leaving him behind after only three days?” I asked, eyes twinkling. “Please.”

The walk to the market felt like something out of a dream. Narrow cobblestone streets, the occasional hum of a moped passing by, and the scent of fresh herbs from nearby window boxes. We took our time—laughing, pointing out little shops, Axel getting far too much attention from people who couldn’t believe such a big dog looked so soft.

The market was a little open-air plaza tucked between two streets, overflowing with color and warmth. We split up, everyone taking part of the list. Ollie became that guy who had to sample every cheese. Kimi debated between three types of steak for almost ten minutes. I picked out green beans and potatoes while Axel sat patiently beside me, tail thumping quietly.

We regrouped by the bread stand, bags in hand, sun warm on our backs.

“Mission success,” Kimi announced.

“Operation Dinner Domination has commenced,” Ollie added, fist-pumping the air like we’d just won a race.

Back at the villa, we turned on soft music and started cooking.

Axel laid in the corner of the kitchen, keeping one eye on me at all times. Ollie insisted on whipping the mashed potatoes. Kimi took over the cheese grating with intense focus, like it was a matter of national pride. I handled the steaks, searing them just right and letting the aroma fill the space.

The casserole bubbled in the oven, the potatoes were fluffy and rich, and the green beans were sautéed with a bit of garlic and butter. The kitchen became a beautiful mess—bowls stacked in the sink, spoons everywhere, but laughter filling every corner.

Dinner was magic.

The table was lit by candles we found in a drawer, and the sunset poured golden light across our plates. We sat together, eating like we hadn’t in ages, passing dishes back and forth, Axel quietly getting the tiniest bite of steak under the table as a reward for being the best-behaved boy.

At one point, I leaned back in my chair and looked at the two of them—Ollie mid-laugh, Kimi rolling his eyes but smiling anyway—and I felt something bloom quietly in my chest.

Peace. Real, soul-deep peace. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the week would bring.

—

The air was crisp the next morning, the kind that whispered promises of adventure.

I’d woken up to the sound of birds and the faint rustle of trees outside my window. The villa was still quiet when I slipped out of bed, Axel padding at my side, his tail already wagging like he was excited for whatever the day held.

By the time the boys were up and dressed, the sun was creeping higher into the sky, casting long golden beams across the living room.

“Still down for the trail?” Kimi asked, slinging a lightweight backpack over his shoulder. “Unless you’ve decided to spend the day napping instead.”

“I do love a nap,” I teased, grabbing my water bottle, “but I love proving you wrong even more.”

Ollie snorted as he laced up his shoes. “Someone woke up feisty.”

“Feisty looks good on her,” Kimi added, and I felt the warmth crawl up the back of my neck, pretending not to hear him as I turned to check Axel’s gear instead.

The hike wasn’t too long—about an hour and a half up, winding through forested switchbacks and stretches of rocky ledges that offered postcard-worthy views of the surrounding hills. The trail was quiet, only the sound of gravel under our feet and the occasional bird overhead. Axel led the way confidently, stopping every now and then to sniff around and look back at me like he was making sure I was still okay.

We paused at the summit, where a flat stretch of land overlooked the valley below. You could see the tiny speck of our villa in the distance, just between the trees.

The wind tugged gently at my hair as I stood at the edge, arms folded, watching the clouds drift. Then I felt Kimi step beside me. He didn’t say anything at first, just handed me a bottle of water and stood close enough that our shoulders almost touched.

“You know,” he said after a beat, his voice lower, softer, “you’ve been smiling more this trip.”

I glanced over at him, eyebrows raised. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” He looked down at me, eyes warm. “It’s just… nice to see it again.”

That quiet honesty settled deep into my chest.

We stayed up there until the sun dipped low, painting the sky in pinks and soft oranges. When night finally started creeping in, Ollie pulled out a blanket from his backpack and spread it on the ground. We all laid back, heads close together, watching as the stars began to appear one by one.

Axel curled up next to me, his head resting on my hip.

“There’s Orion,” Ollie pointed, tracing the constellation with his finger.

“I always thought stars looked closer together in movies,” I murmured, my voice barely louder than the breeze.

“That’s because movies don’t show you this,” Kimi replied quietly, reaching over and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered for a second longer than they needed to.

I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t look away either.

The silence between us wasn’t heavy. It felt… full. 

—

The next day felt like something out of a vacation beach magazine.

Blue skies stretched endlessly overhead, and the ocean sparkled just beyond the cliffs. After a lazy breakfast and a round of teasing about who had snored the loudest (it was definitely Ollie), we grabbed towels and made our way down the narrow trail from the villa that led to a semi-private beach.

It was small, the kind of place the locals probably kept to themselves, tucked between two rocky outcrops that hugged the shore.

I kicked off my shoes and let my toes sink into the warm sand. Axel darted toward the water with a joyful bark, skimming the waves and circling back like a four-legged lifeguard.

“God, I missed this,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Kimi was beside me again. “The beach or the peace?”

“Both,” I said, turning to smile at him. “Though this view doesn’t hurt either.”

“You mean me?” he asked innocently, striking a ridiculous pose that made me laugh.

“You wish.”

We spent hours exploring. Ollie found a tidepool and named every crab he saw. Kimi and I wandered a bit farther, following a narrow stretch of rocks until we found a tiny cove hidden just out of view. It was beautiful—clear turquoise water, soft white sand, and just enough space for two towels and Axel to sprawl out under the shade of an overhang.

I sat down with a content sigh, brushing sand off my knees. “You think we’ll remember this ten years from now?”

Kimi didn’t answer right away. He sat beside me, our legs barely brushing. “I hope so,” he said finally. “But if we don’t, maybe we’ll just have to come back and do it all over again.”

That earned a real laugh from me. “You’re assuming I’d willingly vacation with you again.”

“You love me already,” he said smugly. “You just don’t know it yet.”

By the time the sun began to sink, we made our way back to the villa—sun-kissed, sandy, and carrying a ridiculous amount of shells Ollie insisted were "rare treasures."

That night, we gathered in the hot tub under the stars.

The water was warm, the jets bubbling quietly, and soft music played from someone’s speaker. Axel dozed on the deck nearby, completely at peace. We talked about everything and nothing, stories from when we were kids, favorite races, movies we still hadn’t seen. My shoulder brace was off for the night, tucked safely on a chair, and I felt free. Light.

“You’re glowing,” Kimi said, voice low and playful.

“I’m in a hot tub, its sweat bud,” I replied, nudging him with my foot under the water.

“Sure,” he grinned, leaning closer, “but I don’t think it is.” The look in his eyes told me he meant it. And for once, I didn’t deflect. I just smiled, heart warm and full. Whatever this was, whatever it was becoming — I wasn’t afraid of it.

—

The ride back from the airport was quiet. All three of us were sunk deep into the soft seats of the Uber, still a little sun-kissed, a little sleepy, and not quite ready to say goodbye to the calm we’d found at the villa. Axel had his head in my lap, paws twitching occasionally in a dream, maybe chasing butterflies or sniffing the sea air that still clung faintly to my hoodie.

When the car pulled up to my building, I turned toward the boys with a small smile.

“Wanna just… crash at my place tonight?” I asked softly, almost shyly. “It’s kinda late and I still have those giant air mattresses I used last time.”

Ollie and Kimi exchanged a glance, then nodded together. “Yeah,” Kimi said with a shrug. “One more night. Let’s drag out the peace a little longer.”

Inside, I got to work setting up. The air mattresses puffed up slowly, filling the open floor space in my room, one on either side. Axel wandered around while the boys brought their bags in and changed into comfy clothes, the atmosphere light again—easy.

It felt safe. Cozy. Like home was a little less heavy with them in it.

We stayed up for a little while just talking, laughing over villa memories and ranking who cooked best (I won, obviously), until the yawns caught up with us. Lights off. Axel curled at my side. 

That night felt still.

The kind of stillness that usually came after something beautiful, like the final flicker of a candle before it goes out. My room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional huff from Axel as he adjusted where he lay on the floor beside my bed. The boys were stretched out on the air mattresses—Ollie closest to the door, Kimi near the window—and I could hear them breathing slow, steady, fast asleep.

I thought I was, too.

But then—

The dark started shifting.

In the dream, I was strapped in again. Back in the cockpit of the car. The high-pitched whine of the engine screamed around me, almost like it was crying. The track ahead blurred, sun glaring through the visor, and then—impact. Metal crunched and bent around me like foil, my body jolting in the seat with a violent force I felt in my bones. The car spun, flipped once, then twice. I could feel my arm snap—could hear the muffled screaming through the helmet. Mine.

The world around me slowed, stretching the seconds. Smoke poured into the cockpit, and I was upside down. Trapped. I tried to breathe. Tried to move. But my harness held me tight, the air thick and suffocating. And then I heard it—scraping. A fire crackling too close. Something sparked.

I screamed. I begged. Please. Someone help me. I don’t want to die like this.

“Y/N?!” a voice called—but it sounded warped, distant. “Stay with us, come on—!”

I knew that voice.

Ollie.

And then another. “We’re coming! Hold on, Y/N!”

Kimi.

But in the nightmare, I couldn’t see them. I was alone. Always alone.

The panic swelled, my lungs collapsing under the weight of memory and fear, and I thrashed against my restraints in the dream until I heard a sharp bark.

Axel.

Another bark. Louder. Urgent. Close.

My eyes flew open.

I was gasping, soaked in sweat, the sheets tangled around my legs like the belts in my car. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. I blinked rapidly in the dark and saw Axel beside me, paws on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide and locked on me. His body was rigid, ears forward, focused like he knew exactly what had happened.

But I wasn’t alone.

“Y/N?” a voice said softly. Not dreamlike this time. Real. Present. “Hey… hey, it’s okay.”

Kimi.

I turned slightly, barely processing the warm hand on my shoulder, grounding me. Then I saw Ollie too, sitting on the other side of the bed, his face full of concern. Both of them were crouched beside me now, eyes searching my face, their own sleep clearly interrupted.

“I’m here,” I croaked out. My voice felt raw, like I had been screaming. I probably had.

Axel let out a soft whine, then gently nudged his nose into my arm, curling closer to me once I reached out to touch him. He settled again against my side, like a sentinel resuming his watch.

I looked between the boys and then away, the shame creeping in like smoke after a fire.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered.

“Don’t,” Ollie said immediately, his voice still laced with sleep but firm. “You sounded terrified. We didn’t even think twice.”

Kimi’s expression was softer than I’d ever seen it. “Was it the crash?”

I nodded once, feeling the dam behind my eyes start to tremble. I’d kept this to myself for so long—thinking if I didn’t speak it, maybe it would go away. But it hadn’t. And now they knew.

“I… I relive it sometimes,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “Not every night. But enough. I dream about the fire. The spinning. The pain. The sounds. I always wake up at the same point… trapped. Screaming.”

Neither of them said anything right away.

Just silence—and then the bed dipped beside me as Ollie carefully crawled up and sat near my legs, while Kimi moved to sit at my other side, their presence warm and steady.

“You’ve been dealing with this alone?” Kimi asked gently.

“I didn’t want to make it worse. For anyone,” I whispered. “You were both already so scared. I didn’t want to keep dragging it out.”

“You’re not dragging anything out,” Ollie said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You nearly died. You’re allowed to have scars we can’t see. It’s not weakness.”

“It’s survival,” Kimi added, his hand reaching for mine, steady and calm. “You got through the worst of it. But you don’t have to heal from it alone.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks without me realizing. Axel licked one gently from my jaw before settling down again with a soft sigh, satisfied now that I wasn’t shaking as much.

I sniffled and gave them a watery smile. “He’s trained for this. For PTSD, anxiety, general emotional support. But I guess I didn’t expect him to know exactly when to wake me up.”

“He loves you,” Ollie murmured, shifting to lay beside me now, one arm loosely over my waist. “Just like we do.”

Kimi laid down on my other side, gentle, careful. “We’re not going anywhere, Y/N. Tonight or any other night. Got it?”

I nodded again, my throat too tight to speak.

The three of us, tangled in quiet and emotion, let the moment breathe. Axel rested against the curve of my legs. Ollie’s fingers softly traced circles on my back. Kimi’s hand held mine, firm and warm.

I didn’t know when I drifted back to sleep, but this time, there was no crash.

Just safety.

And peace.

And three souls anchoring me home.

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Deonsx, I'm here for the 1000 followers event. May I request: Blue Lock boys taste-testing Reader's first attempt at baking bread, from scratch. Characters: the Itoshi brothers, Reo

Hiii!! ｡^‿^｡ im little late but here we are ♡

Rin Itoshi

As always, his expression was unreadable. No excitement, no surprise just his eyes locked on the loaf as if it were something to analyze, to measure. Without a word, he stepped forward, took the knife, and cut a slice. Every movement was calm and precise, like the way he moved on the field

He picked up the piece, glanced at you briefly, then took a bite. You held your breath. Rin chewed, expressionless. As if everything was just as it should be “You overbaked it” he finally said, almost to himself “The crust is too thick. The inside’s a little uneven”

“Did you use honey?” he asked suddenly. You nodded. “Instead of sugar. I thought it would make it softer”

He didn’t respond right away. Just finished the rest of the slice and set the empty plate down on the counter. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away again

“Not bad” he said “The flavor’s solid. Better than I expected”

His voice had dropped just slightly at the end. Then he turned his back, took a few steps toward the kitchen door only to stop right at the threshold

“Make it again tomorrow morning. I want to see if you’re consistent” Same cool tone, but beneath it… the faintest trace of anticipation. And that, from Rin Itoshi, was the closest thing to high praise

You smiled, turning back to look at the remaining loaf. But then you heard soft footsteps behind you. Before you could react, Rin had already closed the distance

He slipped his arms gently around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest. His head rested beside your shoulder in quiet stillness. He didn’t say a word

He just stayed there for a moment, then placed a soft kiss into your hair warm, unexpected, and light as air. Then, barely above a whisper he spoke

“I’m glad you made it”

Sae Itoshi

He looked relaxed, as always. Hands in his pockets, a faint smirk playing on his lips as his eyes drifted to the freshly baked bread in front of you

“You really went all out, huh?” he said, pushing off the doorway and sauntering over “It’s my first time trying,” you replied, a little defensive. “So don’t be mean”

Sae just chuckled under his breath. He picked up the knife and cut a slice without asking. Always confident. He brought the piece up, inspected it like it was a high-end dish on some fancy tasting menu, then bit into it.

You waited. Sae chewed slowly and you could already feel he was dragging it out on purpose “It’s not bad” he finally said lips curving into a lazy smile “Crust’s a bit thick. You didn’t knead it long enough”

“I did! My arms still hurt.”

He finished the slice and set the rest of it aside. Then, as he passed by you, he casually reached up and wiped a bit of flour off your cheek with his thumb. The touch was brief, but deliberate

As he reached the doorway, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, the corners of his mouth still slightly upturned “If you’re serious about this,” he said, voice smooth and just a bit teasing “I could open you a bakery. Just say the word”

Then he walked off without waiting for a reply leaving you there with your heart doing funny things and your face burning hotter than the oven had minutes ago

Reo Mikage

Leaning against the counter with his phone in hand, Reo Mikage had been watching you the whole time, amused and genuinely curious “So? This is it?” he asked, pushing off the counter and walking over to the loaf

You nodded, a little nervous “Be nice. It’s my first time” He grinned, already grabbing the knife “I’m always nice”

With exaggerated focus, he cut a slice, inspected it like he was judging a baking competition, then dramatically took a bite. He chewed slowly, eyes narrowed in fake seriousness

You crossed your arms. “You’re dragging this out on purpose.”

“Maybe” he mumbled with a full mouth. Then he swallowed and gave a small, satisfied nod “Okay, real talk? It’s good. Really good” You blinked “Wait, seriously?”

“I wouldn’t lie to someone holding a knife” he teased, holding up his hands “Crust is a bit chaotic, but the inside? Soft. Flavor’s nice. Honey instead of sugar?”

You nodded again, surprised he noticed. Reo smirked “Of course I can tell. I’ve got a refined palate”

You rolled your eyes, but the tension in your chest had already eased. He took another bite, clearly enjoying himself, then leaned back against the counter

“You know” he said, glancing at the loaf again “if you’re thinking long-term… I could fund a bakery for you”

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[airybcby]

Oooooh, are you still doing the spotify wrapped event? If so, my top artist is my queen Taylor Swift and my top song is Haunted:3 If not, please ignore this!! Have a great day<3

i am!! im OBSESSED WITH HAUNTED!!!

if your top artist was taylor swift and your top song was haunted, i’d pair you with…

sae itoshi

AND

rin itoshi

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i'm wishing he was you instead

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist -

♡ content — sae itoshi x gn! reader, rin itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, reader still likes sae, unrequited feelings, pining, reader and rin are in a relationship, set in the u-20 vs bllk match

♡ synopsis — when sae itoshi left you all those years ago, you foun comfort in rin, but what happens when all those feelings come to a head?

It’s supposed to be just a game—another match between the Blue Lock 11 and the U-20 team—but everything inside you stops when you see him.

Sae.

His presence on the field is magnetic, the way he moves, the way he commands attention. It’s effortless, calculated. You can almost hear the echoes of old memories, the ones that made you believe in him. But that’s not the person who’s standing there today, commanding the U-20 team.

He’s changed—hasn’t he? He has to have changed. But when you see him like this, it feels like nothing ever really shifted. The ball at his feet. The smirk. The arrogance. It’s like no time has passed since he walked away from you, no time since he left without a word, leaving you to pick up the pieces.

And there’s Rin. The one you’re with now.

You’ve never told Rin about what happened with Sae. Not the whole story. Not the part where you clung to him after Sae left, afraid to be alone, afraid to face the emptiness without someone by your side. You never told him that part of why you sought Rin out wasn’t just because of who he was—but because he was someone you thought you could lean on when Sae wasn’t there anymore.

You glance over at Rin now, who’s in the middle of the action, fiercely focused, the way he always is when he’s playing. There’s an intensity to him you admire, and it’s real. Rin’s always been like that—headstrong, ambitious, and present. Unlike Sae, whose detachment was as much a part of him as his skill. Rin is here, playing for himself. And you’re with him.

But today… today you can’t help but feel that deep ache when Sae looks at you from across the field. His gaze lingers for a moment too long, and even from a distance, you feel it. That old pull, that ghost of a connection you once had. You quickly turn away, but it’s too late. The memories are already flooding back.

You and Sae, back then—before everything changed. Before he chose his own path, before you learned how easily he could let go of you. Back when you still believed there was a chance.

Rin glances at you from the corner of his eye and then back to the game, but his attention is clearly divided. He’s trying to gauge you, to figure out what’s distracting you. He can see it in your expression—the way your focus isn’t fully on the match, the way your mind is elsewhere.

And it’s true. You’re not fully here. You’re not fully present, and it’s not fair to Rin. He deserves better. He deserves someone who’s as invested in him as he is in you. But how can you be when part of you is still haunted by Sae? When the "what-ifs" and "could-have-beens" keep swirling around in your mind every time you look at him?

It's after the game when Rin finally finds you, waiting on the field for him. Or someone else. “Hey,” Rin’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, just a little distracted,” you mutter, your gaze flickering back to Sae as he makes a move on the field, reporters around him. It’s impossible to ignore him, especially when he’s so close, when every part of him pulls you back in like it always used to.

Rin notices where you’re looking, and the edge in his voice hardens. “You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

Your heart stutters. You don’t answer right away. You don’t have to. Rin knows.

“I’m here,” he continues, his eyes searching yours, softer now. “I’m not him. But I’m here. And I want you here, too.”

You feel the weight of his words, and your chest tightens. You want to be there with Rin. You are with him, after all. But Sae’s shadow lingers, and you can’t escape it. Not when you see him there, so perfect and untouchable, just like before.

And the truth hurts, doesn’t it? The truth is, part of you will always wish things had been different with Sae. You’ll always wonder what could have been if he hadn’t left. But it’s too late for that now. You’ve already chosen.

You look at Rin, and the guilt sets in. You’re here with him, and yet your heart still aches for someone who walked away.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, almost to yourself. “I’m trying to move on. I really am.”

Rin doesn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he takes your hand, his fingers firm, but gentle. His touch grounds you in a way Sae’s never did.

“I know,” Rin says softly. “But I’m not him. And I won’t leave. You’re mine, whether you realize it or not.”

You squeeze his hand, nodding. “I know.”

But in the back of your mind, Sae’s lingering gaze stays with you, a reminder of what you could never have.

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melt with you | modern english - RinSagi

I'd stop the world and melt with you you've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time there's nothing you and I won't do I'd stop the world and melt with you

💌 Rin takes his chance right here and now.

Tags and Themes: fluff!! wedding arc for certain characters!! a little ooc but I loooove writing Isagi and Rin this way. Hissy kitties but will love deeply lmao

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Rin hates weddings.

Maybe just this one.

On this lovely day, everyone celebrated the wedding of Itoshi Sae.... and Shidou Ryusei. It seems they never fell apart after the whole thing they did during the U-20 match. As it turns out, Shidou got Sae's number, and every day he'd message the older Itoshi. Sometimes he'd get a cold reply, sometimes it's radio silent.

Confirmation of the two seeing each other was solidified when Sae bought a house far from the city and Shidou moved in a few days later. Maybe that's when Rin finally accepted, rather tolerated, that his brother and that pink roach are... meant to be together.

Shidou looked tame for once in his life, in a tux and his hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail. Sae looked the same, except for the small smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes finally back after so many years of being lifeless.

Rin gagged a little as he sat on the round table with the other Blue Lockers, watching a video presentation of the same-day edit the videographer and his team made. It was all too much, Rin thought. He'd do it a little subtler once he gets married. His eyes then wandered to the other table next to his and he saw him.

They didn't speak much during the ceremony. Rin stole glances at him as Shidou and Sae exchanged vows, though he got annoyed at how inappropriate Shidou's vows were and how Sae smiled slightly at those. Rin still couldn't wrap his mind around the idea that his brother liked being cuffed.

Isagi, with his hair parted on the side and slicked back (Rin preferred it that way now), was seated between Bachira, who was tearing up while watching the video and clutching onto Isagi's sleeve, and Chigiri, who was busy filming the whole thing for Kunigami. The big guy never bothered to attend after the shit he got from Shidou. Isagi looked love-struck for some reason. Was he imagining his wedding too? Rin would like to think so because Isagi's a softie like that. It's one thing Rin admires about him. Despite how much of an egoist he became, he's still softhearted off the field.

The celebration went on until the host requested the newlyweds to have their first dance on the dance floor. Shidou, being extra as he is, spun Sae a few times before pulling him closer, his arms slithering around Sae's waist. It's still mind-boggling to see Sae smile at Shidou. Rin had never seen his brother smile since that night on the field, so he wasn't sure if he still experienced happiness. But seeing him on the dance floor, swaying with Shidou, Rin knew Sae was happy.

Shidou rested his forehead against Sae's, whispering something to him which earned another smile. Rin sees Sae respond, hushed conversations under the music and the eyes of their guests. It was almost romantic... if it wasn't them up there.

After a few more sways, the host invited everyone to join them on the dance floor. A few people stood up from their seats and joined Shidou and Sae, congratulating them before getting together with their dance partners. Rin felt like this was his chance, an opportunity he might never get. Because after this event, after this whole little reunion, he'll never see Isagi again. Isagi would fly back to Germany, and he'd be back in France. Sure, Rin could visit Isagi by plane or train or car or whatever, but this exact moment is what he's been waiting for.

So, with a huff, he stood up from his chair and walked towards Isagi's table. Isagi was reclining back in his seat while in a conversation with Chigiri. God, he was beautiful. It was a little too late when Rin realized that. Isagi already left for Germany after their time in Blue Lock. He felt like a total dumbass not saying something before they all left the facility. But thank God for Shidou and Sae, they got everyone together, even those who were in the NEL. He can feel his heart thump! thump! thumping against his chest as he reached his seat, standing there stiffly as he heard the hum of Isagi's voice.

If it weren't for Bachira, Isagi wouldn't have turned around to see Rin there, staring at him with his ever-bored teal eyes. "Rin-chan," Bachira piped, "you here for Isagi?" he teased as he pushed Isagi off of his seat. Isagi laughed and protested but was now standing up, running his hand over his tux to neat them up. "Yes," Rin replied. He then held his hand out for Isagi, his eyes looking straight at Isagi's deep blues. "Would you like to dance?" Rin asked. Isagi's eyes widened, and then he turned to Bachira as if asking "You heard that, right?" Bachira's eyes shifted between Rin and Isagi and smiled confirming that yes, they heard it right.

Isagi took Rin's hand and Rin led him to the dance floor. He didn't notice the way Shidou smirked his way, didn't notice the smiles from his former teammates. All he focused on was Isagi under the lights, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. They stood there awkwardly, Isagi's hand still in Rin's. Rin noticed the shift on Isagi's face, his curiosity now turning into a frown.

"I don't know how to dance," Rin silently confessed with a sigh to explain why he was just standing. "You asked me to dance but you don't know how?" Isagi replied, his voice teasing. Isagi pulled Rin's hand and placed it on his waist, and then Isagi rested his hands on his chest. "I'll teach you then."

Isagi then started to sway, and Rin followed his lead. Rin then tightened his arm around Isagi, pulling him closer. He didn't sense any objections from Isagi, which was a good sign. He felt Isagi's arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders, and it made everything better.

Isagi drowned everything around them... at least that's how Rin felt.

Right now, it was just them on the dance floor. No one else in the room, just them, holding each other close. The taller boy leaned to rest his forehead against Isagi's, closing his eyes to relish the moment he knows will be replaying in his mind forever. "Rin?"

Isagi's gentle voice pulled him back to reality, teal meeting deep blue. "Are you okay?" He asked. Rin breathed and nodded. "I just... missed you."

"Really? The great Itoshi Rin misses me, his rival?"

"Believe it or not, yes. I missed you and your smart mouth," Rin replied, rolling his eyes at Isagi.

Isagi scoffed and smirked up at him. "Is that why you're holding me like this?"

"Yes," Rin replied.

Isagi took a breath before he spoke, and Rin stopped him by speaking first. "I missed seeing your stupid face every single day because, in Blue Lock, we only see each other. I missed your smart remarks and insults because they pushed me to at least be a little better than you. I missed the way you subtly showed you care, at least, and I hated how I resented you and thought you were pitying me. But thinking about it now, I'd rather have you around than be apart.

"I can't believe I missed you. Seeing you here now made me feel... feel complete. I know it's because my good-for-nothing brother got married to the worst person I've met in the facility, but it made me think that if I don't take my chance, I'd lose you forever."

Isagi stared up at him, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest with every word that spilled from his lips. Oh, how he longed to hear those from Rin. All this time, Isagi thought they were doomed to be together, forever rivals. But right now, as Rin melts within his arms, he knows that it will get even better.

"Took you long enough, genius," was all Isagi said to which Rin scoffed. "At least say something better than that," Rin replied. Isagi smiled and cradled Rin's face in his hands. "I love you, too."

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[isthepame]

Interview with Koki Uchiyama, voice actor of Rin Itoshi

(Published 9 november 2024 in Animedia)

Facing his brother, Sae Itoshi, and the arrival of Ryusei Shidou with whom he clearly doesn’t get along are events that shake Rin to the core in Blue Lock VS. U-20 Japan. What are your thoughts on Rin this season, and how did you approach the role?

K. Uchiyama: In this second season, it's no longer just about Rin’s football. A key question now is: why did Rin Itoshi come to see football as a “battlefield” or even a “fight to the death”? That’s something we explore in greater depth this time around. I went into the recording process already quite conscious of wanting to capture that aspect of him.

Of course, Blue Lock is a football series, so many of the lines happen right on the pitch, but this season, Rin’s portrayal goes well beyond that. There’s a heavy focus on his human, emotional side too, and I put a lot of effort into expressing that part of who he is.

In the first season, Rin was seen mainly as this overwhelmingly strong presence, someone completely unshakeable. But now, with the appearance of both his brother Sae and Shidou, we get a more complex and layered version of Rin. That mysterious atmosphere he carried in season one, that cool, unreadable aura, we now begin to understand where it comes from. You could almost say this is the “Part Two: The Answers” phase for Rin.

He’s at the top of Blue Lock, and to him, being there feels completely natural. He’s already aiming for the very top of the world, and his way of life is built around pushing himself to the absolute limit. But there’s a reason he became that way, and discovering why he’s driven himself so hard is a fundamental part of his story.

For anime-only viewers, I think this season will clear up a lot of the mystery surrounding Rin. So beyond just his skills as a player, I really hope people pay attention to the emotional depth he’s carrying.

A number of new characters make their debut this season. What was the recording process like with the expanded cast?

K. Uchiyama: On set, there was a real mix from veteran actors to newer voices which meant we had a whole spectrum of expression and styles coming together. Rin interacts with several of these new characters, and that gives the overall dynamic a fresh new feeling.

Season one had this intense, almost “death game” atmosphere, filled with players who were all-in, some good, some underhanded, some ready to do whatever it took to win. That kind of clashing made those battles really gripping. But season two introduces a new wave of sharp, high-energy characters who bring a completely different kind of tension to the scenes. The recording sessions were packed with power and momentum because of it.

Among the newcomers, Ryusei Shidou really stands out with his wild personality. He and Rin share some heavy scenes together during the trials. What’s your impression of him?

K. Uchiyama: Shidou is completely unpredictable. He’s got this chaotic, destructive energy that makes it feel like he’s ready to tear everything down if he wants to. Honestly, he’s a one-of-a-kind character.

Nakamura-san, who voices him, brings an enormous amount of energy to the role, and from the moment I heard it, I knew Shidou was going to leave a strong impression.

In the first season, Rin would usually brush off provocations with total indifference. But now, with Shidou, he responds directly. That change was really refreshing.

Rin used to be the type who simply wouldn’t react, but this time I was genuinely surprised to see him push back so intensely. During recording, the direction was to “really show that clash and passion”, and it’s clear the two have a fiercely antagonistic relationship. Like true rivals who absolutely do not get along.

Once the trials concluded, was there any particular player who caught your eye?

K. Uchiyama: It has to be Shidou. They say mindset is everything in sport, and Shidou’s unshakable belief in himself, that bold “I’m the best” attitude, is something we could all learn from. Not that I’d ever copy the way he talks though (laughs).9

Still, with Nakamura-san’s delivery, Shidou’s presence becomes even more intense and compelling. He’s definitely going to leave a mark on this series (laughs).

There’s also that verbal exchange between Rin and Shidou. It was fascinating to see what sort of language they’d throw at each other. That line Rin delivers about “pink tentacles”… that was so Rin. Unexpected, sharp, and with real impact.

At last, the match against Japan’s U-20 national team begins. What would you say are the biggest highlights that fans should look forward to?

K. Uchiyama: First off, I’d say enjoy the different personalities of the U-20 squad. Then there’s the fact that all the players who’ve made it this far in Blue Lock, after everything they’ve been through, now face an entirely new mission: defeating the official national team.

Watch how they take on that challenge, how they fight for their place.

For Rin in particular, the presence of Sae on the U-20 team means he’s emotionally anything but calm. Add Shidou into the mix, and Rin’s head is even more thrown off than usual.

This version of Rin is quite different to the one we met in season one, and he plays a crucial role in the match itself. I hope you enjoy seeing that evolution.

Although Blue Lock is a sports series, as the story moves forward, the opponents grow stronger and stronger, and that lends the show a real sense of dramatic intensity, almost like a proper battle.

So I hope everyone keeps following along – it’s an incredible series, and things are only getting better.

Translation done by me (isthepame) on the X/Twitter platform.

[mytaiyakeylover]

𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝟸𝟺/𝟽

Just imagine the way SAE ITOSHI always has that dreamy look on his face whenever one of his dates is talking nonstop. All the people that surround him have these constant thoughts swirling their minds that he finally has settled down. But in reality, his mind is elsewhere, at home on the couch, where both of you always sit together with your back pressed against his firm chest.

It all started when he had to sign that stupid contract about agreeing to keep your relationship a secret, resulting in him having to publicly appear with other women at various kinds of events. Each time he was invited to one of those, he felt like he was being dragged down to hell for a split second. As if God was giving him a warning that this was what awaited him, should he commit an unforgivable sin.

They were all so annoying that Sae always found it hard not to simply tell them to shut up. Not only that, but all these events had become such a constant in his life that the midfielder found himself longing for your presence more than anything. It had become so bad that he now finds himself always imagining you as the one accompanying him every time.

It started with something small at first: like unconsciously replacing their voice with your own. But then, he began changing the words that were spoken to him because the boy was completely unable to picture you saying the absolute bullshit they were spouting. At some point, he even stopped looking in their direction so that their physical presence wouldn't be able to destroy the little piece of heaven he had managed to create for himself.

When this had only started, Sae would frequently pull out his phone and start texting you, complaining about how annoying everyone and everything was. However, his manager caught onto this behavior and made it clear that Sae needed to be present during conversations with the hosts and other guests — not to mention his date — for the sake of his reputation.

Now, he has no other choice but to wait till the evening ends so he can finally call you. He would always urge you to keep talking. Always listening intently, as if he were afraid to forget the way your angelic voice sounded once the call ended. It didn’t matter how mundane and unchanging everything that you told him was.

He would never cease to find everything you had to say far more interesting than anything he or anyone else ever could, consistently noting every single detail and recognizing any subtle differences each time. You, on the other hand, always noticed how little he spoke, and each time you asked him for more details, he would always reply with rather short sentences.

Sometimes you even found yourself whining at him for not talking more, but the boy would always come up with a witty remark that never failed to fluster you. Quite often, he would comment on how much more pleasing your voice is than his, expressing his preference for listening to you rather than himself.

Most often, you find yourself indulging his commands, but there are evenings when you refuse. It’s not strange, Sae knows, because just as much as he misses you, you miss him. And he always relents when your pretty voice begs him to at least say something. Never without a request of his own, however.

He’ll talk, but only if you agree to send a voicemail to him in return, demanding you repeat everything you’ve told him just now. And you do it, because you’d do anything for him. Even if it means going through your whole day, yet again, fully aware that there’s nothing new you could possibly add for that annoying and time consuming request of his. As long as you get to hear his voice in the end, it’s worth it.

[vashtijoy]

I wonder if Akechi just kind of...appeared in Shibuya or if he just woke up in his room as if nothing happened after what Maruki did? Does Akechi only remember that one part of Shido's Palace because he doesnt seem to remember surviving and now instead of checking into the refuge place, Akechi is placed on Christmas Eve to just turn himself in and prevent The Protagonists arrest thereby no one needs to testify in the later part of the game which is what he was arriving to do in the true ending of the game, maybe? Sorry I was just checking if Im getting this correctly because its a bit complicated., Can you clarify just what exactly does Akechi remember if anything besides that one moment in the engine room moment?.

Hi! The answer is that it's hard to tell. I don't think he has memories missing from further back in his past at all—he never mentions anything like that, and it would have a massive impact on his functioning.

And as for "after I fought you", that could mean quite a bit. We know Akechi remembers making their deal at the end, because he refers back to it on 1/2. We know he doesn't remember dying, because per 2/2 he has to deduce that for himself; I think he only commits to that conclusion after seeing Wakaba.

"until I met Ren again" suggests to me that Akechi legit blinked, found himself in Station Square listening to Sae pressure Ren into going to juvie, and stepped forward. Which kind of accounts for how odd he seems—he's in perfect detective prince mode. Sure, that's likely because Sae is there—you can see him going Detective Prince here and there in the third semester still, because his unfriendly thirdsem face is only for those in on the act!

But it might also be because he's confused; because he doesn't know how he got there, or what's going on. He's left with only his instincts—the mask which is so much part of him, that has served him so well, and the last act of his life: to pay his debts, to face up to what he's done, and to save Ren.

As for those "unclear memories" we uncovered before? Perhaps he has glimpses of memory here and there, but they don't make sense. Perhaps he remembers things and they're gone the next second. Perhaps he sees the whole truth at times, maybe in his dreams, but the pieces fall apart in his hands. Memory loss is a horror, and I wouldn't wish it on anybody.

And why is he in Shibuya? He's there IMO because Maruki has put him at Ren's side. Like, why wouldn't he? Ren desperately misses his dead friend! Maruki will bring him back and bring them together, and all will be well as they go into the sunset hand in hand. It's not his last miscalculation regarding Goro Akechi.

I don't think Akechi is returning to testify on 3/20. Ren has, after all, long ago been released from detention at this point—that came off in mid-February. Per Sae on 2/13, Ren has been cleared of all charges; even his original assault charge has been overturned. If Akechi was going to return to Tokyo and testify, I think he would have done that before Ren's release, somewhere around 2/10 to 2/12. This of course does not correspond to the dates in the event script, but then it is first draft, and likely written for a very different version of the third semester.

Or maybe Akechi's mysterious favour is something completely different. But what? Maybe he only tells Sae he intends to confess, and reports for a scheduled arrest on 3/20—but back in February, that wouldn't get Ren cleared of shit. The truth is that I really don't think Akechi's 3/20 appearance is linked to Ren's release. Those two guys he's with are just too similar to the ones stalking the PTs in their car. Akechi is part of that plot somehow, or I miss my guess.

[cigarettesaftersae]

homesick - 10 every breath you take

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

Christmas note at the bottom:p

Inside this warm and cozy cafe, off to the corner of the small town lays two pretty best friends. With soothing coffee juzz steaming up the air and flowers on the wall, “You have to, please.” Mel insists, her eyebrows flared up like Emilia Clarke as you shake up some orders. Your back turned, facing all the customers and her till you once again answer with a “No, I already told you I’m busy.”

“Oh with what? All you’re doing is dressing up for a bit. I need a model for like a second.”

“Yeah last time that happened, it wasn’t for one day.” Ever so the stubborn girl you are, staying determined with your one and only answer. It was necessary for your opposing answer which originated on past events when you last accepted with care, Mel had took you captive for about a whole day and two.

“And I’m busy with… my job, and writing and stuff.” Your brief words didn’t come out quite confident leaving a suspicious thought in Mel’s head

“Right… and what is your writing about?”

“Gothic literature, isn’t that cool?” You try and change the subject to rinse her mind of what she was trying to pull you into. Modeling for her new brands of clothes on the company she worked on, the last time you did it you found yourself on the cover of a magazine. Last time, you checked you wrote for those kinds of stuff not posed for it.

“Y/n, please, babygirl.” Her persistence was unwavering, her begging carrying a desperation that might seem excessive for something as trivial as this appointment.

“Can’t you ask someone else?” you say, tilting your head slightly. “Or maybe get one of your teammates—or a co-worker—to help you out instead. That one guy, uhh…Jude?”

“I can’t.” Mel groans in distress “We were in a meeting and they all just chose me as a recruiter because last time they seemed to like you.”

“Uhh ever heard of rejecting an offer?”

“Well you weren’t there, they just pushed it on me.”

“You’re horrible, absolutely horrible” You say with narrow eyes and an accusing pointing finger between her eyes

“And you’re lovely, that’s why they want you.” Her lips curved into a cocky smile

“So that’s a yes.”

“Nope”

Your focus remained locked on Mel’s brown eyes, so drawn in, like a black hole, that you didn’t notice Sae walking out to the front—a rare occurrence when he was working. As he handled a few orders, your attention stayed with Mel, your preoccupation earning you the unofficial title of Bad Employee of the Month.

Then something shifted. Mel’s gaze wasn’t on you anymore. It had drifted past, landing directly on Sae Itoshi.

You didn’t need to read her mind; her expression screamed it loud and clear. Still, you tried to cut it off before it started. “Uh, no.”

“Ugh—why not? Who is that hottie? Why didn’t you tell me you were working with a total babe?” Mel squealed, her excitement bubbling in her usual girly fervor. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “He even looks kind of familiar...”

“That’s Sae Itoshi,” you said, keeping your tone casual, though you already anticipated her reaction.

As expected, Mel’s jaw dropped. She froze, eyes wide and unblinking, stuck in a loop of shock.

“No way. That’s Sae Itoshi?”

“He’s going to reject. He’s kind of a dingus,” you said, shrugging.

“A dingus? Uhh, that is Sae Itoshi. Awesomely hot, insanely talented, and clearly too cool for this job,” she gushed, practically vibrating in place as she ogled him.

“Are you kidding me?” you deadpanned. “The guy’s gotten like half the orders wrong today, and I’ve been secretly fixing them. This guy order a coffee with no cream and he put two extra creams. How does that happen? He’s only good at soccer.”

Mel, entirely unfazed, sighed dreamily. “He’s even more gorgeous in person. And his lashes—ugh, they’re longer than mine. That’s just unfair.”

“Yeah, he’s also Mister Mysterious Childhood Boy,” you muttered, almost to yourself, but loud enough for Mel to catch it.

Her silence was deafening, her expression screaming realization. “Wait... Like, as in vending machine boy? That was Sae Ito—”

You slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her exclamation. “You’re so loud!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s gonna hear you!”

Mel’s wide eyes darted between you and Sae, her excitement barely contained even through your palm.

“He’s not gonna agree to your modeling—Mel, what are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as she suddenly got up from her seat.

Without hesitation, she crossed the room, her gaze locked on Sae like a predator zeroing in on prey. You scrambled to follow her, but she was too quick. Standing across the counter from him, Mel leaned in slightly, her confidence radiating.

“Agree to my team’s model,” she said firmly, her voice carrying the kind of determination that could stun anyone. But would it be enough to sway someone like Sae Itoshi?

You caught up to her, panic bubbling up as you tugged at her arm. “Mel, stop—”

She turned to hush you with a dramatic wave of her hand, not even sparing you a glance.

“Please,” she continued, her voice softer now, almost pleading as she looked directly at Sae. “It’ll help your soccer career. Think of the exposure.”

Sae’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and assessing, as though he was scrutinizing every inch of her with an intensity that made even you uncomfortable. His expression was unreadable—cold, calculating, and completely unaffected by Mel’s enthusiasm.

“You think I need someone like you,” he began, his voice low and cutting, “to boost my career? A lousy loot like you?”

The words dripped with disdain, slicing through the air like a blade.

“It’ll magically help our dearest Y/n,” Mel insisted, her tone softening into a pleading lilt as she leaned just a bit closer.

You cut in, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Sae, you don’t have to—”

But Sae raised a hand, silencing you without so much as a glance. His attention stayed on Mel, his expression unchanged, icy and unmoving.

“What clothing?” he asked, his tone devoid of enthusiasm, as if the very question bored him.

“Calvin Klein,” Mel blurted out, her voice quick and eager, clearly hoping to sway him.

Sae’s gaze didn’t soften, nor did his expression change. “Talk to my assistant about it,” he said flatly, turning away as if the conversation was already over.

Mel turned to you, a smug grin tugging at her lips. “Huh… that was way easier than I thought. Did you notice how he started to agree after I mentioned you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re in denial. He started to agree after you mentioned Calvin Klein.”

But Mel wasn’t done connecting dots. Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Wait—didn’t you say your co-worker took care of you when you got sick?”

“Yeah, why?” you replied with a shrug, unsure where she was going with this.

Mel’s jaw dropped slightly, her voice dropping to an excited whisper. “It was Sae!”

You stared at her, unbothered. “Yeah, so what? He was only doing it because Maria convinced him.”

“Righttt…” Mel dragged out the word, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “Because Maria convinced him. Totally not because he secretly cares about you or anything.”

You shot her a flat look. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows with a sly grin. “Or am I just really good at reading the signs?”

“You’re really good at being delusional,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Mel ignored your jab, her excitement undeterred. “So… do you still want to model?”

You raised a brow. “You got Sae Itoshi on the job.”

“Yes, but we need a girl too,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You sighed heavily, the weight of her persistence finally wearing you down. “Fine,” you groaned “but you owe me lots and lots of hot chocolate with whip cream too.”

—

“I seriously can’t believe you got Sae Itoshi to model for us,” one of Mel’s coworkers gushes, her eyes practically sparkling as they linger on Sae’s striking face.

Mel smirks, adjusting her clipboard. “It actually wasn’t that hard.”

You glance at Sae, who stands just a few steps away, quiet and composed as always. Mel and her team buzz around, preparing the set.

“I thought you weren’t going to do this,” he says, his tone neutral but his teal eyes briefly meeting yours.

“Mel’s magic words,” you reply lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Do you usually model?” Sae ask after a pause.

“Once, Mel needed someone for some bra product photo shoot. Next morning, I woke up on the cover of a magazine.”

He hums in response, his gaze sweeping over the bustling set. Then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his eyes return to yours. “You must be used to this,” you say, quieter now, almost hesitant.

For a moment, there’s silence. His eyes hold yours—steady, piercing, and unreadable. It feels as though the rest of the world has melted away. If you let your imagination run wild, you could almost believe his hand and yours were inching closer, magnetized by some unspoken force.

But then, just as quickly, he looks away, breaking the spell. You blink, jolted back to the present, and wonder what went through his mind. Sae Itoshi: so mysterious, so cold—and yet, you think, there’s something there. A flicker of something only you seem to notice.

“Alright, the set’s all ready. You two good to go?” Mel strides over, clipboard in hand, her tone brisk.

You nod, stealing a glance at Sae. He pinches the skin on his left thumb, a small, almost imperceptible gesture.

Was he nervous? No, that couldn’t be it. Sae Itoshi doesn’t get nervous. Maybe it was a habit, or perhaps a ritual for luck. Either way, the action felt oddly human, peeling back another layer of the enigma before you.

Ever so mysterious, you think, ever so unreachable. And yet, here he was, standing right next to you.

“First up is you,” Mel says with a smile, her tone cheerful but commanding as her eyes land on you.

Your stomach drops, and you feel the weight of regret settle over you. Why had you agreed to this again? You swallow hard, forcing a weak smile in return.

“You’ll be introducing a new product my team and I developed,” Mel explains, her clipboard held tight against her chest. “It’s a casual pair of baggy jeans—super trendy right now. And…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “You’ll also be introducing a bra product.”

“Again?” you groan, your voice dripping with exasperation.

Mel smirks knowingly. “You have to do it. We used your exact measurements to model this bra. You just have the greatest boobs”

“Excuse me?” Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Before you can argue further, Mel spins you around and gives you a gentle shove toward the set. “Go on,” she says, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.

Still reeling, you reluctantly take your position. Behind you, Mel turns to Sae, her professional demeanor returning.

“And you,” she says briskly, “my teammate will explain your job.”

Sae’s icy gaze shifts to her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he doesn’t move, as though considering whether to comply. Then, without a word, he walks off toward the team member, his posture confident and detached, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

Mel watches him go, her smirk softening into a satisfied smile. “Always so compliant when he wants to be,” she murmurs, mostly to herself.

You glance back at Sae, watching as he listens to instructions with his usual calm intensity. Even from this distance, there’s something about his presence that feels larger than life—aloof, yet magnetic.

“Focus!” Mel’s voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back to your own task. You sigh, adjusting the fit of the jeans as the camera crew begins to circle. “Okay okay..” you mumble with a pout.

The shoot finally began, a flurry of activity surrounding you as the crew adjusted your outfit, tended to your makeup, and ensured every detail was perfect. Under the lights, you posed modestly, doing your best to follow their instructions.

Once your turn was over and you stepped off the spotlight, you made your way back to Mel, a warning already on your lips. “You better not use those for any covers,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her.

Mel held up her hands defensively, though her grin was anything but innocent. “I told you, we’re sending these to our manager. He decides if they’re good enough.”

She paused, then added with a mischievous glint in her eye, “He just seems to really like your pictures... and I’m sure Sae will too.

Mel punctuated her tease by wiggling her eyebrows dramatically.

“That’s… a no,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms.

“Oh, come on,” Mel whined, clasping her hands together in an exaggerated plea.

“Come on what?

“It’s obvious,” she said, as if the answer were written in neon lights above your head.

“No, it’s not. And I barely have time for… all that,” you countered, waving a hand dismissively.

“You can’t just push it away,” Mel pressed, her tone edging toward exasperation.

“Watch me,” you shot back with a bit of sarcasm, turning on your heel with a pointed glare.

Sae takes up the stage as if the stage was made for him, besides his unbelievable soccer talents he butchered flawless beauty like no other. Leading all eyes on him, finding it hard to pass by him since anyone even maybe you wanted to just stay right where he was. “Hey” the voice capturing you, shocking you into reality, looking up you see Jude, Mel’s very handsome co-worker you might add “oh, hey” you wave a smile “I’m glad you came back here to help us. It’s a great pleasure” His smile grinned and shined his pearly white teeth, his bold lips, and arch on his nose completing his looks. “It’s my pleasure” Your gaze drifted back to the red hair ahead. Jude caught the shift “Heard Mel and you recruited him, how’d you do it?”

“It was mostly Mel actually.”

“Mel said the same thing but instead you did most of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing full well it was exactly the kind of thing Mel would say. Before you could respond, the shoot wrapped up, and Sae stepped out of the spotlight.

It wasn’t the sight of him leaving that caught your attention—it was the fact that he was walking straight toward you. Your breath hitched as he got closer. The faint yet rich scent of his cologne reached you first: a blend of woody tones with something warm, almost soothing, like the ocean at sunset. It overpowered your thoughts, lingering more than the presence of Jude standing right next to you. Sae stopped just short of you, his voice calm and unhurried. “I’m heading to Maria’s. Did you want to come?” The question floored you. Of all the things Sae Itoshi could say, this was not one you—or anyone else in their right mind—would have expected. “Oh…well I promised I was going to hang out with Mel. I’ve been really busy lately and she just got back in town.” His expression remains the same, but you notice maybe…a pout on his lips? Maybe you’re imagining things, yeah.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there with a strange knot of guilt and confusion in your chest.

“Well, I’m gonna get going,” you said to Jude, barely meeting his gaze before taking off. “Got a whole day ahead.”

You hurried away, only to bump straight into Mel, who grabbed your shoulders dramatically.

“What was that?” she asked, her tone laced with incredulity.

“What was what?” you replied, feigning innocence.

“That, he was basically asking you, ‘come with me baby,’ like a Jake and Rose” Mel even re-acts the scenes from the Titanic, hugging out her arms towards you

“Uh, he definitely did, in his Sae Itoshi way,” she insisted, wagging a finger at you. “Also, is Jude still trying to hit on you?”

“Hit on me?” you repeated, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah, girl. He’s into you,” Mel said with a knowing nod.

You shrugged it off with a laugh. “I’m not into anyone, so good luck to anyone out there.”

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extra

On a Monday afternoon, Sae sat across from you, as he did every week for your usual Monday lunch. This week, however, the air carried a faint buzz of holiday cheer—it was Christmas week, a time for joy, presents, and festive cheer. None of which seemed to affect Sae’s ever-aloof expression.

In front of you sat a half-empty cup of coffee, its warmth still rising in faint wisps, while Sae quietly worked his way through a simple meal of rice and salted kelp.

Without a word, you reached into your bag and placed a small, wrapped box on the table, carefully sliding it toward him. It was neatly tied with a red bow, and the sight of it felt slightly out of place next to his no-nonsense demeanor.

“I got you a present,” you said, your tone casual but with a hint of nervousness as you tried to gauge his reaction. “You can open it right now.” You smile, and he looks at you then back at the box. His slender fingers unfolding the bow and lifting the top finding a mini plushie of himself inside and laying beside his mini version is a note. “You can read the note later” You rush before he opens it.

“It’s me” He says lifting up his plushie. “With a small star on your head” You giggle softly

“Here” Sae slides over a box and you gasp “No Way, a present from the Sae Itoshi.”

“Just open it” He looks out to the window. With a peek inside, you see a bit of fur, it’s soft and cute. A cat plushie, which you discussed with him when you were sick. “Are you Santa?”

“Only if you like stupid stuff like that” Sae remarks, watching as you gleam at the present he brought.

With a wave of goodbye, you two separate away into the snow and Sae heads off to his black gleaming car. Sitting inside on his passenger sit was your present. He gently opens your note card, being greeted with an tongue out :p emoji, “Merry Christmas Sae, I hope you like the present and for next year that you smile more often rather than being a grumpy grinch. You have nice dimples.” love, y/n

[heartkaji]

[ ★ ⸻ @lumiambrose ]

★ OVERVIEW !

hi lumi!! fellow psych enthusiast hey 🤞🤞 you and sae would make for an interesting couple. i can imagine that at first he thought you were odd—he could always feel you staring at him or trying to psychoanalyze him and it probably put him off. he made sure to steer clear of you and would wonder what your deal was. you guys took forever to become a couple and to even become friends in the first place 😭 when you do become a couple however, i feel like the two of you together would give off this dark, regal vibe. theres just something elegant about football prodigy itoshi sae and his very intimidatingly attractive girlfriend <3

Q1 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID THEY FALL IN LOVE ?

the day you two had your first ‘deep’ conversation. at this point you and sae are something more than friends, not yet romantic but extremely close. he’s in your bedroom with you, waiting for you to finish up with your makeup before he takes you along with him to the stadium for one of his matches. sae’s scrolling through the news on his phone when he comes across yet another headline about him : “football prodigy itoshi sae : career ends before it officially begins ?” skimming through the article sae concludes two things : the title is bait and the journalist or whoever wrote this is publicity hungry. the article in summary talks about his attitude as a player, calling him arrogant and cocky, and soon to be dethroned from his position by rising football stars. he scoffs and it catches your attention; you ask him what’s wrong and he summarizes the article for you, emphasizing how jobless reporters of today are and how they’re perfectly fine spewing nonsense to get a good story. you’ve hardly seen sae show any emotion, but today his face shows a hint of annoyance. it makes you giggle—his brows are scrunched weirdly and you swear the corner of his lips tug downwards. amused by his display of emotion you ask him to go on, and though he’s confused on what else he could possibly say he keeps talking regardless. it starts with him simply cussing out the public then becomes an annoyed rant, and the whole time you’re laughing and throwing in creative insults too. after the conversation and when you’re done with your makeup you two get into the car where sae has room to think. yes you two were friends, but a part of him felt like he’d seen a new side of you today as well. you were so…chill ? he didn’t feel the need to downplay anything around you, it was nice being able to rant for a change. from that day on sae looked at you a little differently, and over time his feelings grow into love 💘

Q2 — WHAT DO THEY LOVE MOST ABOUT YOU

your sharp mouth. it usually does more harm than good, but sae would be lying if he said he didn’t find it entertaining. he thinks your wit is unmatched and he also admires your charisma. you always manage to say the right things at the right time, and when you need to be rude you always cut in just the right places 😭 you’re definitely the “let me cuss them out” person while sae is the “no, let’s go home.” but trust me that if someone dares to disrespect you in his presence, you don’t even need to open your mouth. sae’s already on it.

sae also loves your legs 💔 it’s his guilty pleasure i fear. i can imagine him always buying you those slit dresses just so he can see your legs peak out whenever you accompany him to fancy places. when you two are just relaxing on the couch or anything, he always has a palm stroking down your leg, occasionally gripping the flesh of your thighs. whenever he does that you squeeze his hand using your legs with a knowing smile 🤞 that’s all i’m gonna say for now 💯

Q3 — HOW WAS YOUR FIRST KISS LIKE ?

three words : slow. sensual. secret. you and sae aren’t supposed to be kissing like you’re anything more than friends but you just look so pretty in your backless dress tonight—sae needed a plus one for an event and you eagerly volunteered. now he’s walking you back to the limousine with your arms hooked together as you sing a tune. the night breeze is cold against your back and every two minutes or three you can feel sae’s palm rest against it to steer you gently in the dark. theres something about the way his touch lingers on your skin or maybe it’s just the remnants of wine on your tongue making you feral. when sae dips his head under the car to help you fasten your seatbelt, you can’t help but run a hand through his hair. you’d be a fool not to notice the small goosebumps on his neck and the way the hairs on his nape seem to stick up. he’s about to pull away after buckling you in but you pull him back abruptly. “hm ?” he hums a quiet question but the look in his eyes make it feel more like a statement. your eyes are glazed and half lidded, cheeks stained a red similar to cherry wine. you cup his face in your palms and stoke his cheeks gently before sae breathes a sigh—now you’re kissing him with wine in your teeth; you can feel his hold on your seatbelt slip to your waist and then the cut of your dress. theres something almost lewd about how you mouth his name with his tongue between your lips and he responds by biting down, almost punishing you for talking 💔 when your lips disconnect he’s quick to attack your neck and collarbone, teeth kissing your skin as you tug at his hair </3 the moment is interrupted when sae shifts back and his head bumps against the car roof, snapping you out of your trance and causing you to bubble into fits of laughter 😭 your laughter is adorable however, so sae can’t be completely mad that the moment has come to an end 💓

>> 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <<

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