#itoshi sae x reader

[shidoglazer]

sae itoshi who can’t sleep without a sleeping mask. no matter how pitch-black it is, or how calming the atmosphere is, he cannot sleep without something stuck onto his eyes.

and how cliché, the day before one of his most important games, it’s already well past his usual bedtime that he realised he forgot his sleeping mask on the airplane. he thought about calling his manager, no— it’s childish to ask for a sleeping mask. he thought about driving out to a store, no— it’ll take too long, he won’t get enough sleep when he’s back at the hotel.

sae groaned in frustration, cursing under his breath before you called out to him.

“baby? what’s wrong?” you stepped behind him, both hands landing on his shoulders before giving them a light squeeze.

he cleared his throat, though not looking at you, eyes still stuck on his bag that certainly did not contain his sleeping mask in.

“forgot my sleeping mask on the plane. i won’t- ahem, i can’t sleep without it.” he zipped up his bag, leaning his body onto yours as one of your hands trailed up to his head, caressing it softly before you pressed a kiss onto it. “i have an idea.” you mumbled against his head, to which he cocks his head to the side to show interest.

and thats how you both landed in this position. cuddling while facing each other, but this time sae was the little spoon. your arms would wrap around him protectively, just like how he’d do with you. his face was buried into your chest, providing the darkness and the physical contact to his eyes warmly while both of his arms wrapped around your waist. to this day, he still claims that it was purely for “efficiency.” but he’d rather die then tell anyone that it was the best sleep he’d ever had in his life.

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[opt1mistic]

sae, who refuses to fuck you until you’re begging. he has you shaking beneath him, thighs twitching, tears slipping down the apples of your cheeks, and he still won’t budge. not even a little.

“tell me you need it.” sae breaths against your skin, hot; filled with greed and cruelty that wraps his sweetness. “tell me who you need it from.”

“..y-you.” you stutter.

“say my name.”

“i need it from you, sae…” you say his name so quietly you can barely grasp at the words that fly from your trembling lips.

“louder.”

“i…i need it from you, sae..” your words come out in embarrassment. an unkind shame only he can make you feel. it fills you chest like a wildfire, spreading throughout your whole body.

his breath is still, steady over you, coming out in puffs as he moves down your chest to your stomach, leaving a trail of heated kisses behind. his hands are firm on you, they don’t hurt but they couldn’t hold glass either.

“there you go.” sae mummers, and you feel the vibration of his words that praise against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“that’s all i wanted.” words with hidden lies.

you exhale a breath you were holding when saes lips make contact with your puffy clit that shimmered with slick. smell of aroma filling his senses, so divine, like licking honey off your fingers. the shaky sound that erupted from you going straight to saes pulsing cock.

“please, sae…”

“please what?”

©opt1mistic

[gakukitty]

back pockets ❤︎‬⸝⸝

featuring . . . itoshi sae + baddie (reader)

itoshi sae, your boyfriend who loves to put his hands in your back pockets. 

it all started with one hug— sae had just landed back at the airport, a sleepy yawn escaping his lips. it was fairly late, thanks to the rather long trip he had taken. and just as he’s getting ready to leave the airport, his steps almost sluggish as he walked through the arrival’s lounge— until his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. you had to hold yourself back from leaping over the barrier when you made eye contact. and suddenly, sae was fully awake. his pace quickened, feet bringing himself to you. 

“name?” he blinked, lips parting. your arms opened for him, and the man was quick to drop his bags and wrap his own (deliciously muscular) arms around you, giving you a tight hug. he let out a soft sigh, his hands wandering down to your hips before reaching your ass. sae leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “you’re here.” your boyfriend would mumble, letting his hands slip into your back pockets. 

ever since then, it seems that his hands have never, ever left that exact spot. trying to grab something from a shelf? his hand’s already moving into your pocket as sae leans his weight over you. laying on top of him? hands in your back pockets. his fingers have grown roots there at this point. 

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or use it to train ai ♡

[vyzoi]

My moot is going through it right now. Just thought I’d write something cute for them.

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Sae is laying on top of you on the couch. Your hand is running through his hair. While your other hand is occupying your phone.

He takes the phone out of your hand and places it on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Pay attention to me.” You’ve never seen this side of Sae before. You keep running your fingers through his hair.

He moves a little bit and faces you. “You’re so cute.” You roll your eyes. “Sae, what’s going on with you? You’re never this clingy.” He sighs. “I just love you, that’s all.”

You had the urge, the sudden urge. “Come closer.” He does. You lower his neck forward a little with your hand. You immediately took a chomp on his bangs. “What in the world?” You let go. He just stares at you confused. He doesn’t even know what to do next.

He slowly gets off of you. “I’m going to wash my hair now.”

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@saesbangs I hope you liked this!!

[neeeooon]

Secretly Married!Sae headcanon: When an interviewer asks Sae about his martial status, Sae's answer is to pull out his marriage certificate... and giving his PR team their biggest headache to date.

absolutely i love husband!bllk 🩵🩵

a fool in love

secretly married!sae x gn!reader. fluff, slight crack hcs

secretly married!sae was ready to go home the moment he stepped out of the car at the fundraising event. if it was a real fundraiser supporting a real cause, maybe he’d care a little more

secretly married!sae didn’t care about helping the rich get richer. he just wanted to be with you

secretly married!sae kept his face blank as he followed his staff through the crowd to the carpet, eyes hooded and lips frowning despite the reporters and photographers screaming at him to smile

secretly married!sae stood at let the flash cover him until enough time had passed for him to move on

secretly married!sae planned to walk past the interviewers without sparing them any mind, but he made the mistake of glancing over at his teammates, all with fake smiles and gleaming makeup, and accidentally locked eyes with a particularly eager interviewer dressed in blue

secretly married!sae had a mic shoved at his mouth before he could back away. “sae, sae!” the giddy reporter shouted. “eagle-eye fans have noticed you posting more full body photos, as if someone is taking them for you. the angle is all the same, suggesting it’s the same person! can you tell us anything about that?”

secretly married!sae understood what they wanted to know. are you seeing anyone?

secretly married!sae, for the first time that night, let his lip twitch faintly upward. the interviewer’s eyes widened. “are y—“

secretly married!sae held his left hand up. he’d been keeping it from camera’s view after a long, threatening meeting with his pr team, where he refused to take it off

secretly married!sae made sure the reporter’s camera caught the simple black band around his ring finger. “my spouse loves taking my photos. it’s annoying,” he said with a fond smile

secretly married!sae stepped away and walked off the carpet as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bombshell in re al history. now to solve the real mystery: who had been able to get heartthrob itoshi sae to settle down?

[saesbangs]

im open to any kind of Sae portrayal and interpretation you might have but personally, i think Sae who is harsh and blunt towards everyone including reader is more delightful than Sae who is harsh and bount towards everyone except reader. in this essayー

lol i have my own reasoning, okay. one of his things is that he's so unapologetic and no he doesn't give the slightest damn that he's quite literally a walking PR disaster.

so i figured he genuinely thinks the way he talks and brings himself is fine. theres no issue with that. thus, why would he change for reader? if he changes, that would imply him acknowledging the way that he is towards others is actually a problem. and that he acknowledges that's not how you're supposed to treat the people around you.

but no, he recognizes that he's just like that. and he feels no remorse being the way that he is. meaning he fails to see that it is a problem for others. while it is true that he knows his personality was heavily affected by him hyperfixating on football, he doesnt see it as a problem that needs to be fixed. if u get what im saying.

so yeah, i do think he would still be harsh and blunt towards reader. but isn't that a part of his charm? the unapologetically blunt Sae Itoshi.

[kxsagi]

“𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡”

a/n: for @levisgoonerr 

ALL I NEED IS ONE MORE DAY WITH HER 😫 GAWDDDD 

i actually wrote a chase atlantic inspired fic with rin and their song friends which is here if anyone wants to check it out 😗

(art credits go to immmso_ko on twitter)

suggestive content inside! 

he meets you in madrid, draped in versace and violet dusk. 

you smell like ysl and trouble, leaning against the bar like you own the city, like your daddy didn’t abandon you at fifteen and leave behind a mansion full of ghosts. the kind of girl who lights a cigarette just to watch it burn out between her fingers. 

sae knows girls like you. 

he’s spent his whole life avoiding them. 

and now he’s five minutes into knowing you and already offering you a drink. 

“you speak japanese?” you ask him, lips curled around the rim of your glass. 

he shrugs. “it was my first language.” 

you arch a brow. “and english?” 

“just enough to get what i want.” 

you laugh, and it’s a sharp thing, like broken champagne flutes. “that so?” 

you tell him you’re just visiting. something about needing a change, needing to breathe. you mention new york in the past tense, paris like it was a phase, LA like it tried to swallow you whole. you wear gucci, but talk like you clawed your way into it. 

“what about you?” you ask. “what’s a guy like you doing alone in a place like this?” 

sae doesn't answer. he never does when the truth is ugly. 

he doesn’t say he’s exhausted by fame, by expectations, by the echo of his own last name. doesn’t say he’s only ever been good at one thing and now that one thing is starting to feel like a cage. doesn’t say that love, real love, always seemed like a scam until you tilted your head and looked at him like he wasn’t some national treasure, but a person. a person with hands in his pockets and insomnia in his bloodstream. 

he just says, “i liked the view.” 

but he’s not looking at the skyline. he’s looking at you. 

so don’t be surprised when two weeks later, you’re wearing his shirt. 

balenciaga on the floor. sex on the walls. he’s brushing your hair back, and you’re telling him things no one else gets to know. 

you talk about your mother’s pills. your father’s mistress. the time you stopped eating just to feel something, anything. you talk like love is a loaded gun, and yet, there you are, pressing the barrel to his chest, waiting for him to pull the trigger. 

“i’ve never met a man who looks this good in silence,” you whisper, tracing his jaw. 

sae’s hand finds your thigh. “i’ve never met a woman who makes it worth breaking it.” 

you smirk. “so break it.” 

and so he does. 

even when you’re a hurricane in a hermès scarf. 

you pout when you don’t get your way, kiss him like you own his breath, leave lipstick on his collar and bruises on his ego. you fight, gosh, you fight. sometimes over nothing. sometimes over the way he forgets to say he misses you. sometimes over the way you disappear for hours with a louis vuitton tote and come back smelling like bergamot and danger. 

but you always come back. 

and he always lets you. 

his friends ask questions. sae doesn’t answer them either. not when they say you’re reckless. not when they say you’ll break his heart. 

he already knows. 

but when you drag him out of his head and into yours, into stolen nights and rooftop laughter and dancing barefoot to the 3 AM sound of chase atlantic pouring from the penthouse speakers, he doesn’t care. 

he’s never known peace like this kind of chaos. 

it’s all proven one morning, when you’re sprawled across his sheets, legs tangled, gucci slides on the carpet, saying, “do you think we’re bad for each other?” 

“definitely.” 

you smile. “good.” 

he brushes a knuckle over your cheek. “you want bad?” 

“no,” you say. “i want you.” 

and it’s terrifying. the way you say it like a confession. like he’s the only place you’ve ever felt safe in, even if you both know he’s anything but. 

even if there’s a photo on your phone. 

him in sweats, coffee in hand, barely awake. you in his hoodie, lips on his cheek. he doesn’t smile often, but in that one, he almost does. it’s soft. too soft for a man who’s spent his life hiding behind goals and gold medals. 

you keep the photo hidden. you only look at it when you’re drunk or lonely or both. and he never asks why, but he sees it once when your phone lights up at night. says nothing. just pulls you closer. 

but one night, you break down. mascara smeared, voice shaking, talking about how every man before him only loved the idea of you. the designer-wrapped, glass-skinned, thousand-dollar lie. 

“what if that’s all i am?” you whisper. 

sae tilts your chin up. 

“you’re a fucking disaster,” he tells you. “but you’re mine.” 

you kiss him like that’s the only truth you’ve ever wanted to hear. 

and months pass. you move in. kind of. your toothbrush ends up next to his. your coat in his closet. your perfume in his sheets. 

people still talk. 

about how you’re too much. 

about how he doesn’t do love. 

about how this won’t last. 

but when you catch his eye across a room, and he walks over without a word, cups your face like you’re something to be worshipped, you don’t care what they say. 

you never needed a fairytale. just a man who could meet you in the ruins and still choose to stay. 

and sae? 

he stays. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[bluelockmaniac]

୨ৎ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ITOSHI SAE

you say we're just friends, but friends don't... (drabble)

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

thorns of the crown (royal au - long fic, 13.3k wc)

showering & bathing with your husband (oneshot)

rumour's rendezvous (oneshot)

bites of affection (drabble)

passenger princess [ft. rin] (drabble)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

where ya lookin' at? (long drabble)

will you marry me? (drabble)

lukewarm (dad!sae - oneshot)

meet-cute (oneshot)

nighttime skincare routine (oneshot)

multifandom.

baking disaster (oneshot)

reaction to you wearing a bikini (drabble)

ITOSHI RIN

you say we're just friends, but friends don't... (drabble)

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

cut! ... i said cut?! (actor au - oneshot)

showering & bathing with your husband (oneshot)

bites of affection (drabble)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

stood up (angst, drabble)

jealousy (dad!rin - oneshot)

will you marry me? (drabble)

leaving lipstick stains on his cheeks (drabble)

changing drastically when drunk (drabble)

giving you the last bite of his food (long drabble)

calling your friend a pet name in front of him (drabble)

MICHAEL KAISER

you say we're just friends, but friends don't... (drabble)

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

showering & bathing with your husband (oneshot)

bites of affection (drabble)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

will you marry me? (drabble)

changing drastically when drunk (drabble)

when roommates share more than just space (long drabble)

MIKAGE REO

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

showering & bathing with your husband (oneshot)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

meet-cute (drabble)

changing drastically when drunk (drabble)

multifandom.

calling your friend a pet name in front of him (drabble)

reaction to you wearing a bikini (drabble)

SEISHIRO NAGI

you say we're just friends, but friends don't... (drabble)

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

showering & bathing with your husband (oneshot)

gamer girl (dad!nagi - oneshot)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

will you marry me? (drabble)

obliterating him in video games (oneshot)

meet-cute (drabble)

multifandom.

reaction to you wearing a bikini (drabble)

ALEXIS NESS

please, come back (angst, drabble)

beyond the palace walls (oneshot, royal/fantasy au)

ISAGI YOICHI

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

please, come back (angst, drabble)

BACHIRA MEGURU

showering & bathing with your husband (drabble)

BAROU SHOEI

you're ... pregnant?! (oneshot)

changing drastically when drunk (drabble)

multifandom.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

meet-cute (drabble)

GIN GAGAMARU

meet-cute (drabble)

DON LORENZO

please, come back (angst, drabble)

SHIDOU RYUSEI

multifandom.

OTOYA EITA

please, come back (angst, drabble)

KARASU TABITO

empty for now.

OLIVER AIKU

please, come back (angst, drabble)

mistaken as your father (drabble)

SMAU

bachira

bachira #2

sae

sae #2

sae #3

rin

nagi

nagi/reo

asking them how big there ... is (sae, rin, kaiser, reo, nagi, isagi, shidou)

breaking up with them on valentine's day prank (sae, rin, kaiser, reo, nagi, isagi)

kaiser & isagi beef (ft. ness, nagi, chigiri, hiori, otoya, rin)

contradictory isagi (ft. kaiser, ness)

hips don't lie (sae, ft. shidou & rin)

INTERACTIVE GAME; LOVE, MARRY, KILL?

enjoy ! instructions included.

[yoiisa]

Helloo, I dont know if youre requests are open (Sorry!!!) but I wanted to request a Sae smut where is sweet and shy girlfriend (us) who never speaks and always hides behind Sae's back, at home is a slut for his attention and wants him all night long if you know what I mean 🤭IF YOU WANT TO IGNORE THE REQUEST!!!!! I understand if it leaves you uncomfortable!! Anyways, thank you in advance (im sorry if my english is bad, its not my first language)

oh girlie. Oh girlie . . . i gotchu don't worry about a thing (¬ ₃ ¬)

Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), slight dacryphilia, praise (dirty talk), afab reader, sex, finger sucking (idk what else to call it lol ToT), slutty reader

➜ when you tell people that you're dating the sae itoshi, you're always met with the exact same response: what? ➜ because genuinely how did this work out at all? he's so distant and cold, and you're so sweet and shy. people see the two of you together, your elbow linked with his, your hand on his bicep, and you staring up at him like he hung the stars in the sky and can't even piece together how the two of you even had a conversation, let alone started to date ➜ but here's the thing: sae adores how sweet and shy you are ➜ we see through sae as a little kid with rin, and then as an adult with shidou and a little bit with isagi that sae actually has a lot of capacity in him to care and nurture others around him. if he thinks you're worth it, then he'll for sure give you the time of day ➜ and he can't exactly explain why he was so drawn to you either, but all he knew is he'd give you all of the attention you needed. he's so down bad for you it's insane ➜ so unless soccer is preventing him from doing it, he'll drop everything he can and rush to your side whenever you call, he honestly gives doberman boyfriend vibes ➜ literally all it takes is a whisper of his name, at a volume a normal person would've never been able to hear, and he just materializes next to you, his hand on your cheek and his teal gaze trained on you

➜ but enough about him feining for you, let's talk about you feining for him ➜ because once the two of you are alone? oh god, it's like a switch flips in your brain ➜ pda and the likes are a bit off putting with you. you don't really enjoy things like kissing in public that much, the most you'll do is just hold hands or link arms ➜ but when it's just the two of you, you can't control yourself. you're attached at the hip with him, and he basks in the attention like a cat in the sun ➜ after a soccer game, you're especially needy. there's just something about sae in his prime element that has you squirming in your seat, and the two of you can't help it ➜ you're thinking entirely with your pussy, and your mind is trained on one thing. you want him inside of you, on top of you, just loving you. you want to be the apple of his eye, in the spotlight of his mind ➜ you want him. you want to be his

"Sae-uhhhh~!" you squeal as the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot. Your lying flat on your stomach, his chest flush against his back as he ruts into your needy, wet, tight heat. You reach your arms up and back around his neck, a soft whine falling from your lips. He turns his head and places a kiss against your pulse point. Each roll of his hips sends his length deeper into you, and it takes everything in you to not buck yourself back into him. "I love you," you gasp. "I love you, I love this so much- ah!" "I know baby, I know. I love you too. Fuck." he groans. He nuzzles into your hair and brings his arm around to the front of your face. He cups the bottom of your face in his hand, and you greedily lick at the tips of his fingers. His slips his index and middle finger past your lips, muffling your moans as you greedily suck on his digits. Sae tosses his head back, his eyes screwed shut as he desperately tries to hold onto his sanity. Don't cum yet, don't cum yet, he repeats in his head. Fuck, don't think about it, you can't cum yet. It's too soon- shit! Your pussy clenches down on his length as he quickens his thrust in you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and spit connects your lips to them stil. Loud, needy sounds spill from your mouth and tears spring at the corner of your eyes. Sae stares down at the debauched sight and can't help the smug smile that tugs at his mouth. He coos, "G-gonna come for me? Now? I- fuck me, holy shit . . . I can f-feel it . . . clenchin' around me so perfectly. C'mon Y/N, just give it to me." You nod frantically, your eyes squeezing shut as your body goes rigid with pleasure. You think you can hear him in the background of your peak saying, "Pretty, so pretty, my pretty girl," but it drowns out behind the high-pitched keens that claw up your throat. Eventually, your eyes manage to peel open and you become aware of two very distinct facts: firstly, Sae is still hard. Secondly, the clock on the wall is only showing that it's 11:15. You still have at least another two or three hours left. "Again?" Sae asks, pulling out from you and flipping you onto your back. You position your feet on either side of his waist and smile. "Again, please . . ."

➜ you will not walk properly tomorrow

a/n: i should write this again but for bakugo, eren, and geto . . . hmmm, ideas, ideas . . .

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: scene stealer (pt. 2) !

synopsis: in which you called itoshi sae overrated in an interview, and he responded in the language he knew best.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ drabble / enemies to ??? + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: planned to leave it the way it is but i love you all too much

you had not planned on watching the clip again. but somehow, it kept finding you. in your group chat. on your for you page. pinned to the top of every sports account like it was the moon landing.

sae itoshi. 82nd minute. goal of the season. camera cut. eye contact. one word, mouthed slow enough to be personal.

"overrated?"

it was not a celebration but rather a reply. and the internet had eaten it alive.

user1: this is better than any sports anime plotline LOLLL

user2: y/n and sae's beef is the only thing keeping me alive

user 3: enemies to lovers speedrun???

your phone wouldn't stop and you considered throwing it out of the window. your pr team advised silence, your fans were calling it legendary and his fans were calling you every name under the sun.

somehow, you didn't post nor did you respond. you just kept watching the clip.

but then the met gala happened.

you weren't supposed to be going. you'd planned to skip this year- too much press, too many cameras, not enough sleep. but your designer begged, your stylist guilt-tripped you and somehow deep down, you knew you kind of didn't want to miss it.

⭑

so you went in a dress that didn't just turn heads but rewrote the whole room.

black silk, sharp neckline, backless. you looked like the kind of woman wrote headlines about. the kind who could ruin a boy's life with just a quote in a magazine. (spoiler: you were)

and the moment you stepped onto the carpet, the noise started. flashes, cheers, shouts of your name- it was chaos, controlled and curated chaos.

and then, through the chaos, you saw him.

sae itoshi, at the bar. dressed like a problem. black suit, no tie, hair slicked back like he didn't care what it did to people.

you froze for half a second, just long enough to feel it. that stupid, cinematic pull, like gravity had picked a side.

you could've walked away. maybe you should have but then he looked at you.

and smiled.

"didn't think this was your scene," you said, stopping just close enough to keep things interesting.

he raised an eyebrow. "didn't think i was your scene."

you gave him a once-over, unimpressed. "you're not."

he let that hang in the air. "but you're still watching."

you hated how he said it. calm and certain, like he already knew he was right.

before you could fire back, someone stepped in. a reporter, mic in hand, grinning like this was the best night of her life.

"y/n! sae! can we get a quick photo? you two look so good together."

you blinked. "we're not-"

"sure," sae said. the audacity??

and then his hand was on your back, light and just enough to feel expensive like he'd done this before. you smiled for the camera. you were an actress, you could do that.

"beautiful," the reporter gushed. "and sae, if you're so overrated, what would you call her?"

it was a trap and you knew it. he knew it. and still, you turned his head just slightly and waited.

he looked into the camera, and you felt every nerve in your body tighten like wire. then he shrugged.

"hermosa."

beautiful.

⭑

that clip went viral too, faster than the first one.

you went home with sore feet, a sore back and half the internet convinced you were either going to kiss sae itoshi or kill him. maybe both?

you didn't check your messages. but at 02:03 a.m., your phone lit up with a dm.

⭑

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[satorella]

“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆) 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

You watched as a bead of sweat dripped down the side of 𝐒𝐚𝐞’𝐬 temple. You guys have been at this for what felt like forever.

“You think you’re so fucking cool. Don’t you, Itoshi?” You taunted, with a mischievous grin forming on your face. “Just because I’m a girl, you think you’re better than me? I made it this far in the academy, same as you. Asshole.”

“You gonna keep hogging the ball, L/n? Hurry up and pass it to someone already so we can call it a day.” Sae sighs, his usual bored expression on his face.

His nonchalance spikes your goddamn blood pressure.

You grit your teeth, “Why? So you can just steal it from whichever loser teammate of mine? Fuck you.”

“Ah great, here we go again…” You hear the other players whine in the background.

That was the last time you saw Sae Itoshi, before you got scouted by your dream team overseas.

Madrid was quiet. Too quiet without you. He realized then, that the challenge wasn’t as fun anymore… if it wasn’t with you.

He wondered how you were doing. If you were happy with your new team and friends. If you were content with how your life was going right now.

If you’ve thought about him at all…

Wait. Is that what this feeling is? He misses you? Nah, can’t be him. You guys were rivals. You guys have hated each other since the day he arrived at the academy.

Well… you did, anyway. He never actually hated you. How could he, when you were the only form of entertainment he had there? The only one who could get his heart pumping… in more ways than one.

His thumb hovered over your contact.

Would you even answer?

Fuck it. Only one way to find out. And if you didn’t answer, he’ll just say it was a buttdial. Boom.

He pressed the call button.

After a few rings, you still hadn’t answered. Damnit, he shouldn’t have done this. He was about to cut off the call, when…

“Hello?” You finally answered, groggy from sleep.

He was silent for a second. He didn’t think you’d actually answer. But fuck did he feel a bit relieved.

“It’s me.” Was all he managed to get out. Idiot.

“Um, yeah? I know?” You pulled your phone away from your ear to double check the contact name. “Did I wake you?” He mentally facepalmed himself. He totally forgot about the different timezones.

You rolled onto your back and rubbed your eyes, “Y-Yeah…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Sorry. I’ll let you go-”

“Did you need something, Sae?” You cut him off, surprisingly not wanting to end the conversation just yet.

He blinked up at the ceiling. This was the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his first name, or spoken to him in a softer tone in general…

“Sae?” You called out to him again, snapping him out of his thoughts. “How’s your new team?” He clears his throat, his usual stoic tone returning. Though it didn’t annoy you this time.

You sat up in bed, fully awake now. “Good enough for me, as I knew they would be. My dream team after all, heh.” He nodded, even though you couldn’t see it. Good, you were happy.

“What about you? How are things?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Honestly? Boring.” He sighed. “How so?” “No one challenges me anymore. Not like you.” He spoke before thinking his words through. “Oh? Don’t tell me you miss me.” You joked. “I do.” He says bluntly. Your eyes widened, “I-I was kidding!” “I wasn’t.”

“…Did something happen, or?” You could hear your heart thumping in your chest. “No. Just wanted to hear your voice.” “You really don’t hold back, huh?” You chuckled awkwardly.

How were you supposed to respond? The guy hates your guts…

Right?

“Do you miss it?” He asked. “Eh? Miss what?” “Shit talking me every day. Glaring at me every chance you get.” He elaborates. You thought for a moment.

“Well I mean, my blood pressure doesn’t spike as much now that you aren’t around.” You joked again, “But… yeah. I miss beating you at your own game and all.” “Shut up,” He clicks his tongue, “I’m being serious.”

This conversation was making you… feel things. Things you tried to deny and hide away.

“…Yeah. I do kinda sorta… miss you. Just a teeny tiny bit. But don’t let that get to your head. Asshole.” Ah, and there it was. He was starting to think you’d gone soft.

“Come see me.” He blurted. Shit.

“W-What?” You tried not to sound surprised. “It’s off-season. And you’re clearly not going anywhere or visiting your family. So come visit me instead. I’m sure the bartender at that one bar downtown would have a kick at seeing us together… not trying to kill each other for once.” The last part made you giggle.

Sae Itoshi actually managed to make you laugh. Not a menacing or angry laugh, but a cute laugh.

Maybe moving overseas did make you soft…

Or maybe missing you, made HIM soft?

When you didn’t say anything for a while, he spoke up again. “I just emailed you the plane ticket.” You blinked at nothing, “What?!” You quickly rolled out of bed, stumbled over to your desk, opened your laptop, and logged into your email.

Sure enough, there was an email from him. “S-Sae you didn’t have to pay for my- huh? Day after tomorrow?!” “It was the last and soonest flight. Perfect right?” You could tell he probably had a smug expression on his face right now. “I didn’t even say yes!” You scoffed. “True, but I knew you would have. Anyways, I’ll let you go back to bed now. See you on Friday.”

“W-Wait!” You quickly called out before he could hang up on you. “What?” “I, um…” He waited for you to continue, “…I-I hate you.”

He let out a barely there, soft chuckle.

“I hate you too, Y/n.”

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thinking about sleepy morning sex with sae, his arm resting around your waist while his boner pokes the back of your thigh, causing you to roll your eyes at his predictability.

but like always, you find yourself spreading your legs to give sae easier access as his rough hand moves your panties to the side, lining up his already leaking cock against your entrance.

he slides in like a glove, your walls sucking him in instantly as he begins rocking his hips back and forth in a lazy manner, instinctively tightening his grip around your waist while littering gentle kisses along your neck.

you don’t have to say anything for sae to notice how good your feel. you’re eyes shut together and your mouth parts as sae continues thrusting into you, a quiet groan coming from his lips, feeling you clench around him tightly.

he’s definitely more sensitive in the mornings, not being able to last half the time he usually does. so, he brings his free hand to your clit, rubbing frantic circles until he feels your back arch against his chest, signalling that you were close.

the sound of your ass colliding against his pelvis and your heavy breaths are all that can be heard in your bedroom with you both beginning to reach your peak. sae gently bites on the skin of your shoulder, rutting into you desperately until he feels your gummy walls contract around his cock and a quiet whine comes from your throat.

“fuck..”, he whispers, holding you close as your eyes roll back and your body writhes against him, your fluttering pussy sending him over the edge and releasing his heavy load against your walls and filling you up completely.

you breathe out a heavy breath while your boyfriend gently kisses your shoulders and neck before muttering, “that was a nice start to the morning.”

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[hainge]

While mama is away...

bllk!dads summary:You’re off on a well-deserved vacation, and it’s Dad’s turn to take care of the morning school/daycare chaos (but not for everyone). But don’t worry, they are trying.

characters: Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Nagi Seishiro, Shidou Ryusei, Chigiri Hyoma and Isagi Yoichi

Michael Kaiser and Felix (5)

"Your hair looks like a mop with regrets."

Kaiser wakes to the rhythmic sound of tiny fists slapping wood, not his face, thankfully, but his bedroom door. Each knock is punctuated with a little voice that sounds way too calm for this level of passive aggression.

"You forgot to prep my uniform like you promised."

Kaiser groans, dragging a pillow over his face. "That can’t be right. I swear I laid it out." His voice is hoarse. His brain is not yet connected to his limbs.

"You didn’t. Mama always does it the night before. Organized people do that. You are not one of them."

He peeks out from the pillow. Felix is standing there in blue footie pajamas, arms crossed like a tiny HR rep preparing to file a complaint. His hair is somehow perfectly brushed, probably brushed it himself. Probably judged Kaiser in the mirror while doing it.

Kaiser stumbles up and scans the room. There’s no sign of a uniform. Just a mountain of track pants, training jerseys, and a rogue shin guard sitting on a chair like a depressed accessory.

"Okay, okay. We’ll find it. Let me just—"

Felix sighs with the kind of disappointment that ages a man ten years. "This is why I schedule things. Mama says time is a tool, and you're just swinging it around like a sword in the dark."

"You're a kid" Kaiser squints at him.

"And yet, I'm thriving."

Breakfast is chaos, wrapped in good intentions and sealed with failure.

Kaiser, in boxers and one sock, confidently pours chocolate chip cookie cereal into a bowl like it’s a gift to mankind.

"No," Felix says immediately, deadpan.

Kaiser blinks. "What do you mean no?"

"I want the star cereal. With the astronaut bear on the box."

"We don’t have astronaut cereal. I checked."

Felix picks up his dinosaur cup, takes a long, judgmental sip of water, and sets it down like he's a seasoned divorce attorney about to deliver a verdict.

"Then you failed twice."

"Okay, I’m improvising!" Kaiser declares, dramatically. "That’s called flexibility. Champions adapt."

"You made me a bowl of disappointment"

The kid turns on his heel and stomps toward the living room.

"Play Paw Patrol."

Kaiser sighs and flips it on. The theme song blasts while he toasts bread and slices a banana, trying to channel his inner domestic god. Felix sulks under a blanket on the couch, his face barely visible, eyes fixed on Sky like she’s the only creature who gets him.

"Are you mad at Papa?" Kaiser asks, creeping over with the toast like a peace offering.

"disappointed."

Kaiser recoils. "That’s worse!"

In the car, the silence is palpable until Felix decides to reopen the case file.

"Your hair looks weird."

Kaiser glances in the rearview. "It’s bedhead. I didn’t get to do anything to it."

"You look like a mop with regrets."

Kaiser nearly swerves into a dramatic spiral. "You’re still young and vulnerable. You’re supposed to love me unconditionally."

Felix shrugs. "Love doesn’t mean enabling."

Kaiser stares at him for a moment too long at a red light. "Are you sure you’re five?"

"I’m advanced."

He squints. "You don’t have, like, dwarfism or something? Because your tongue is ancient."

Felix tilts his head, unbothered. "Maybe you just need to grow up."

Kaiser exhales. "This is why your mama needs to come home."

Itoshi Rin and Masako (7)

“You’re brushing my spine. My hair is higher than that.”

Rin Itoshi was not ready.

And he’s been in World Cup finals. He’s played in front of millions of people. He’s stared down some of the best strikers in the world. But none of that prepared him for the soft pink battlefield that is Masako’s bedroom at 7 a.m.

He’s standing there, clutching a hairbrush like it personally offended him, staring down his tiny opponent: a seven-year-old in a unicorn nightgown, legs swinging calmly over the edge of her bed, smiling like she’s about to give him performance feedback.

"Morning, Papa," Masako says sweetly, eyes shining with innocence and a hint of dread.

"Hey, baby. Let’s get you dressed, yeah?"

"Okay. Mama usually does it while I tell her about my dreams, and then we do affirmations. But you can do it your way."

Rin pauses. "Affirmations?"

"You know. ‘I am brave, I am strong, I am smart, I am kind.’" She tilts her head. "Mama says it rewires my neurons."

Rin has no idea what that means. He awkwardly clears his throat. "You are… all of those. Very… neuron-y."

Masako beams. "Good try."

He opens the dresser drawer and grabs a blue dress with little daisies on it.

"That’s the Tuesday dress," she says without even looking.

Rin blinks. "It’s… Friday?"

She points. "Mama folds them in day-order. See the little tags?"

There are labels. Actual tiny labeled dividers — "MONDAY," "TUESDAY," "WEDNESDAY" — staring up at him like proof he’s unfit for this mission.

He stares into the drawer like it betrayed him. "I feel lied to by fabric."

Masako pats his arm gently. "It’s okay. I’ll help you. You’re learning."

He finally gets her into the Friday dress after a mild struggle involving backward tights and a missing sock (it was on her hand, pretending to be a puppet named Alice).

Now: the hair.

He lifts the brush, cautiously. Masako gives him a look.

"That’s not the detangle brush."

"It’s a brush," Rin replies flatly.

"The detangle one is the purple one with the soft bristles. And Mama uses the pink spray first. It’s in the cabinet behind the scary face cream."

"My shaving cream?"

"Yes. It’s foamy. I don’t trust it."

He sighs, finds the spray, and squirts half of it into his own eye. Masako blinks politely and hands him a towel like this is routine.

He starts brushing, gently.

"Papa," she says after a few strokes. "You’re brushing my spine. My hair is higher than that."

"I’ve played against international strikers," Rin mutters.

"And now you're brushing the wrong bones."

By some miracle, he gets one (1) braid done. It is crooked. It is struggling. It looks like it just came back from a very windy jog. Masako looks at herself in the mirror, then turns to him with a soft smile.

"You tried. I’ll tell Mama you tried."

"That bad, huh?"

"No. It’s a fashionable tornado. Very abstract. Very… movement."

"You’re so much like your mom, it’s terrifying."

"She said that too."

"Do you do this every morning?" he asks, exhausted, watching her munch on heart-shaped cereal pieces.

"Yup." She chews thoughtfully. "But Mama makes it feel less like a crisis."

"Cool. Cool cool cool."

When he ties her shoelaces and gets them both into the car, both dressed, fed, semi-composed, he lets out a breath like he just finished a 90-minute match in overtime.

From the backseat: "You did good, Papa."

He smiles, warmed.

"Except for my braid. I feel like I can hear it."

"Thanks for your support."

"You’re welcome. You tried really hard. But maybe… don’t quit your day job."

Rin glances in the mirror, mock-offended. "Why are you like this?"

Masako shrugs.

Itoshi Sae, Kimiko(6) and Haruki (4)

“Papa: useless.”

Sae wakes up to the sound of war.

Not actual war, just the six-year-old kind.

"GET UP! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE AND I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING IF I HAVE TO PACK MY OWN LUNCH—"

The voice echoes through the apartment with the fury of a kindergarten general. Sae blinks at the ceiling, sighs, and reaches blindly for the mug already on his nightstand. Cold coffee. He knew this would happen.

A door slams. Feet stomp. A high-pitched rant about someone putting the purple lid on the pink cup.

Welcome to morning with Kimiko.

He shuffles into the kitchen where his daughter, dressed in blue pajamas and righteous purpose, is furiously spreading jam onto toast. She’s standing on a stool, her hair already brushed and braided, a sparkly headband angled with extreme precision.

Her little brother Haruki is laid out face-first on the couch like he passed out mid-protest, blanket over his head, legs kicking idly in the air.

Sae sips his coffee. "Is he breathing?"

Kimiko glances over her shoulder. "Barely. He won’t eat the eggs, and I did the smiley face ketchup thing. Just like Mama. I even gave the eggs eyebrows."

Sae leans on the counter. "You’re terrifying."

Haruki lifts his head an inch. His hair is flattened on one side like a soggy croissant. "I want bread."

Kimiko slaps a hand to her forehead like this is the fourth trial she’s endured today. Sae tosses a slice of bread in Haruki’s direction. It lands on his back. He grunts in approval and flops back down like a tranquilized cat.

Kimiko chugs her milk like it’s a stress reliever. "Hair: brushed. Water bottle: filled. Math homework: complete. Papa: useless."

Sae raises an eyebrow. "At least one of us is thriving."

"I did your and Mama’s job today."

"Should I pay you?"

"Yes. A LOL surprise."

Sae thinks about it, nods slowly. "Only if you stop yelling at Haruki."

"Deal."

Ten minutes later, Kimiko is doing a last-minute inspection of her backpack like a TSA agent. Haruki is under the table, still eating his bread one crumb at a time.

Sae walks over and crouches down. "You gonna make it, champ?"

Haruki gives him a slow, sleepy thumbs up. "Papa’s cool."

"Wow. That’s the highest rating I’ve ever gotten from you."

Kimiko calls from the hallway. "He only compliments people once a week."

On the way out the door, Sae looks down at his son, bed-headed, shoeless, still munching.

"You and me are the same, huh?"

Kimiko turns back around, arms crossed. "you’re both boring."

Sae shrugs.

Kimiko lets out a long, exhausted sigh like she’s raising both of them. "I hope Mama never finds out how bad this was."

"Too late," Sae says, unlocking his phone and pointing at the camera. "I recorded everything. Gonna show her you braided your own hair."

Kimiko gasps. "That’s illegal!"

Haruki looks up. "Tell mama I brushed my teeth."

"You didn’t." she yelled.

Sae sighed. "I thought about it." he smiles faintly as they head out, Kimiko already bossing her brother down the hallway.

Sometimes being a dad felt like being on a team where the coach was six, the star player was asleep under the coffee table, and he was just there to drive the van.

But hey. They were dressed, fed (kind of), and on time. That’s a win.

Nagi Seishiro and Shizuku (4)

“You said that three times already.”

Nagi wakes up to a presence.

Not noise. Not shaking. Just…vibes.

He opens one eye and sees Shizuku standing silently at his bedside, holding her bunny and staring like a tiny, polite ghost. Her hair is a waterfall down her back, too smooth to be legal at this hour.

“…You okay?” he mumbles.

She nods once. Then whispers, “It’s wake-up time now.”

Nagi grunts. “Five more minutes.”

“You already said that three times,” she says, barely audible, like she’s unsure if she’s allowed to correct him.

He flops back down dramatically. “Tragic.”

But she climbs into bed beside him and waits like a quiet judge. Two minutes later, she gently pokes his face.

“...mommy said we can’t be late.”

He groans into the pillow.

In the kitchen, he burns the toast again. Shizuku just blinks at it. She picks up a slice, takes one polite bite, and slowly sets it down like it offended her ancestors.

“I like it less when it’s… smoky,” she says, after a pause.

“Same,” Nagi mutters, already Googling “how to not burn toast.”

The apple slices go untouched. He side-eyes her. “You asked for apples.”

She nods shyly. Then whispers, “I meant the crunchy green ones. Not the sad red ones.”

“Noted. I’ll fire the fruit guy.”

But the real boss fight? Her hair.

Nagi stares into the mirror. Shizuku sits on the bathroom counter in her unicorn pajamas, legs swinging. Her long hair spills behind her like it’s mocking him. The brush is already stuck and it’s been ten seconds.

“Okay,” he says. “This is fine. We’ve trained for this.”

They have not trained for this.

He tries to gather it all into one neat ponytail. It slips through his fingers like magic. Her bangs fall into her face again. He brushes them aside. They fall again. He lets out a single defeated sigh.

“You okay, Papa?” she asks quietly.

“Not really.”

She watches as he tries again. The elastic flies off his fingers and hits the mirror. They both freeze.

Shizuku slowly offers him a second hair tie from her lap like she’s handing over a weapon in a movie.

He attempts a braid. It ends up looking like a sad pretzel.

After thirty exhausting minutes, he gives up.

“…Let’s go wild today.”

She nods. Then whispers, “Like a lion?”

He blinks. “Uhh...yes. A little lion"

They head to the front door. Shizuku, bundled up in her puffy coat, stands quietly while Nagi struggles to zip it all the way. The zipper catches twice. He mutters something about the universe being against him.

“Almost got it,” he says.

Shizuku stares at him. Then carefully holds out one mittened hand and says, “You have to push it up first.”

Nagi blinks. Tries it. It works immediately.

“…When did you learn that?”

She shrugs. “Mama does it.”

Of course.

He grabs her tiny backpack. She reaches up for it like a sleepy executive going to an important meeting. Just as he’s opening the door, she suddenly stops.

“Wait,” she says, frowning. “You forgot your kiss.”

Nagi freezes mid-step. “My what?”

She reaches up, stands on tiptoe, and plants a tiny kiss on his cheek.

“For luck,” she whispers.

He melts.

But as he buckles her into the car seat, she turns serious again.

“Papa?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re still wearing your bunny slippers.”

He looks down. Loafers: missing. Bunny slippers: present.

He groans.

She just nods, calm and composed.

“I won’t tell Mama,” she says quietly.

Nagi stares at her, utterly amused.

Shidou Ryusei and Shoko (6)

“That’s called fashion, babe.”

Shidou kicks open his daughter’s bedroom door like he’s breaking into a villain’s lair.

“RISE AND SHINE, BABY GREMLIN!”

There’s a silence. Then the blanket rustles. A pillow sails through the air like a missile.

“YOU RISE, LOSER!” comes the response, shrill and feral.

She hurls herself off the bed in a flying tackle. Shidou catches her midair and spins her.

“AHHH—MY BONES! I’M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!”

“YOU’RE 28, ACT YOUR AGE!”

“NEVER!”

Their mornings are less "routine" and more "WWE meets glitter daycare." And today is no exception.

The kitchen smells like chaos.

Shidou is flipping neon pink pancakes with a spatula in one hand and mixing syrup with food coloring in the other.

“We feast like royalty today!” he declares, sliding a plate onto the table with the flourish of a man who’s proud of his crimes.

“Royalty who eats sugar for breakfast and cries at the dentist,” Shoko mutters, unimpressed but already loading up on whipped cream.

“This is called culinary art, thank you very much.”

“You put candy eyes on everything.”

“Because everything should have a soul.”

She snorts, kicking her feet under the table. Her purple unicorn onesie is still half-zipped, and her hair looks like she fought a wind god. Which means—

“Hair time,” Shidou announces ominously.

In the bathroom, she climbs onto the counter while he gets to work. And this is where Shidou actually shines.

You wouldn’t know it by the rest of his lifestyle, but when it comes to his daughter’s hair? He’s a machine.

He sections, detangles, and smooths with laser focus. He could probably braid blindfolded. The final style includes two delicate braids, glitter strands, two color-matching bows, and, at her request, a tiny butterfly clip "for intimidation purposes."

She stares at herself in the mirror with satisfaction.

“I look like a fairy who could commit war crimes,” she says, hands on hips.

Shidou nods. “Exactly the vibe.”

She leans in closer, turning her head from side to side. “It’s giving… magical girl"

“Ten outta ten.”

Speaking of lunch, that’s a whole other thing.

Shidou’s idea of a balanced meal is… questionable. Today, her bento includes: three mini meatball sliders, heart-shaped cucumber slices, rainbow gummy worms, and a juice pouch labeled “Liquid Victory” in marker.

She peeks into the box.

“You forgot the sparkle jelly.”

He gasps. “Oh my god. I’m a disgrace.”

He literally runs to the fridge, grabs a cup of blue sparkle jelly, and slides it in with a bow like he's handing over a rare gem.

They high-five.

Shoko zips up her jacket while Shidou is still trying to put on sneakers with mismatched socks. The morning sun hits her like a spotlight, her glittery hair practically glowing, lunchbox swinging, war-ready energy at max level.

“Alright, tiny menace,” Shidou says, tossing her backpack over her shoulder. “Go wreak some controlled havoc, yeah?”

She grins.

They do a complicated secret handshake that ends in jazz hands.

Then she squints up at him.

“…uhh"

“Yeah?”

She steps forward and gently tugs the hem of his hoodie. “Your pants are inside out again.”

He looks down. Pauses.

“Intentional,” he says confidently. “That’s called fashion, babe.”

She exhales the way a mother does when her child disappoints her.

“You’re welcome.”

They march to the car like a superhero duo. As they approach the school gate, the teacher sees them and visibly braces herself.

Shoko waves sweetly. Shidou throws finger guns.

Chigiri Hyoma, Mayu and Himari (twins, 6)

“Let’s go, bitch!” The morning had started with harmony.

Chigiri was plating up breakfast like he was filming for a cooking channel, tiny waffles with chocolate syrup swirled into art, strawberries fanned out on the side, and little heart-shaped forks placed neatly on matching plates.

“Breakfast is ready” he called out as the twins marched into the kitchen in matching fuzzy slippers.

Mayu slid into her seat with a soft “thank you, Papa,” immediately picking up a strawberry with delicate fingers. Himari, however, stared at her plate like it had personally insulted her.

“Papa,” she said, squinting. “This syrup is… attacking.”

Chigiri turned from the sink. “Attacking?”

“It’s too much. My waffle is drowning. It looks like chocolate soup.”

“It’s the same amount as always,” Chigiri said, tilting his head. “Maybe the syrup bottle was just feeling generous today.”

Himari poked her waffle with the fork like it might explode. “It’s gross.”

Mayu, ever the diplomat, offered sweetly, “I can trade with you if you want. Mine doesn’t have as much—”

“I DON’T WANT YOURS” Himari snapped, eyes wide and brows scrunched. “Why do you always talk when I’m mad? It makes it worse!”

Mayu blinked. Her lip quivered slightly, but she said nothing. Just put down her fork, slipped off her chair, and walked quietly out of the kitchen.

Chigiri froze, one hand holding the juice jug. “Himari…”

She was still glaring at her plate, mumbling, “I didn’t mean it"

Chigiri sighed. “That was pretty harsh. You okay if I go check on her?”

Himari shrugged, then grabbed her waffle with both hands and took an angry bite. “Fine.”

He found Mayu sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging her stuffed dolphin, blinking very fast.

Chigiri sat beside her, gently brushing her bangs back.

“She didn’t mean it,” he said softly.

Mayu nodded. “I know.”

“But it still hurt,” he added.

Mayu’s chin wobbled. “A little.”

He kissed the top of her head. “That’s okay. You don’t always have to be the nice one, you know. You're allowed to feel things too.”

“I didn’t want her to be more mad,” Mayu whispered. “So I didn’t cry.”

Chigiri smiled and pulled her into a hug. “You’re strong, Mayu. But you don’t have to carry everything alone.”

Back in the kitchen, Himari had eaten her entire waffle and was now staring down the empty plate like it was to blame. She looked up guiltily when they returned.

Mayu gave her a tiny smile.

“I saved you a strawberry,” Himari muttered, sliding it across the table without looking up.

“…Thanks,” Mayu replied, quietly taking her seat again.

Chigiri clapped his hands. “Okay, drama queens. Time to get gorgeous.”

Ten minutes later, Chigiri had perfectly braided Mayu's hair and gave Himari her usual high pigtails. “There, perfect,” he said, fluffing them both up.

Mayu beamed at her reflection. “Thanks, Papa!”

Himari gave a little nod. “can you make them bouncier next time?”

“Of course,” Chigiri said with a sigh.

With their outfits on, Chigiri gave a final once-over. “Clothes: 10/10. Hair: flawless. Now, let’s avoid a glitter explosion before school, yeah?”

Himari huffed. “Fine. No glitter.”

They walked out, looking like a Pinterest-perfect family. Chigiri handed them their lunchboxes and led them to the car.

Ready for the day?” Chigiri asked with a smile.

“Ready!” Mayu said calmly.

“Let’s go, bitch!” Himari cheered.

Chigiri froze, eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape. “Excuse me?”

Himari looked at him with a judgemental look. “What? I’m just hyped for the day!”

Chigiri blinked, still processing the words. “Where... where did you hear that?”

Himari shrugged, unfazed. “From that film we watched this weekend. You fell asleep halfway through, but I watched the rest.”

Chigiri’s face went a shade paler, his mind racing. “What exactly were they saying?”

“Uh, I don’t know... some stuff,” Himari said nonchalantly. “It was funny.”

Chigiri closed his eyes for a brief second, imagining the chaos. He could already picture your reaction if you find out Himari picked up that word. A small shiver ran down his spine.

“Great,” he muttered under his breath, mentally preparing for the inevitable fallout. “Just...fantastic.”

Isagi Yoichi and Isamu (7)

“I don’t get school,” Isagi had made a to-do list the night before. He was determined to make this morning perfect.

To-Do:

Wake up by 6:30

Eggs & toast

Soccer uniform ready

Water bottle filled

Motivation speech (brief)

He wakes up at 6:42. Panic hits like a red card.

His son, Isamu, is sprawled out in bed like he’s auditioning for a starfish role in an ocean documentary.

"Isamu, buddy, time to get up," Isagi says, shaking him gently. "Big day ahead!"

"Ugh," Isamu groans, barely opening an eye. "I want to drop out."

"You’re seven."

"Exactly," Isamu says, rolling over and curling into a blanket burrito.

Isagi’s internal monologue screams as he rushes to the kitchen. Breakfast needs to be perfect. The eggs are half-scrambled, and the toast? Slightly burned. He slides it onto a plate like it's the Mona Lisa of breakfast, though it looks more like abstract art.

"Breakfast, Isamu. You’ll need energy for school!" Isagi says, trying to sound motivational.

Isamu eyes the toast like it’s a science experiment. "What is this...? It’s... not pizza."

"Eat it, or no soccer later," Isagi threatens.

Isamu rolls his eyes dramatically and takes a bite. "You’re so dramatic. I still don’t care about school."

"School is important!" Isagi insists, getting flustered. "You need education to—"

"I’m gonna play soccer," Isamu interrupts, chewing with all the intensity of a man who’s just been told he has a free pizza pass. "Who needs school when you’ve got soccer?"

Isagi ignores the comment and rushes to get his son’s clothes. He’s sure he left them right there on the chair. He checks the chair. Nothing. He checks the floor. Nothing. He checks under the bed, under the table, in the laundry basket.

"Where the heck are they?" Isagi mutters, sweating now. "I swear I put them here."

"Maybe the ghosts took them," Isamu offers nonchalantly from the kitchen, barely glancing up from his toast.

Isagi freezes. "Ghosts? Why would—"

Before he can finish, Isamu shrugs, "I don’t know. Could be."

After a few more frantic minutes of searching (and Isamu offering absolutely no help), Isagi finally finds the soccer uniform under the couch.

"Found it!" Isagi declares, holding it up triumphantly like a knight retrieving a sword.

"About time," Isamu says, unbothered, chewing slowly as if he were watching paint dry.

They race to get out the door. Isagi grabs the water bottle, zips the bag, and notices Isamu’s shoes are mismatched. He doesn’t have time to fix it.

"Teeth brushed?" Isagi asks as he grabs his keys.

"Close enough," Isamu replies with a yawn.

“I love you” Isagi says, feeling a mix of exhaustion and love.

"I love soccer," Isamu replies, not even looking up from his phone game.

Once dressed and vaguely clean, Isamu plops into the car seat like it personally offended him. Isagi starts the engine, already five minutes behind schedule.

The car is quiet until Isamu sighs like he’s been carrying emotional weight since birth.

“I don’t get school,” he mutters.

Isagi glances at him. “What do you mean?”

“I sit in a chair for hours while the teacher tells me triangles are important. For what? Triangles have never scored a goal in their lives.”

Isagi stifles a laugh. “Triangles are used in passing formations.”

“Not emotional triangles. That’s different.”

He stares out the window dramatically. “And you know what else? People lie. Yesterday, this kid told me we were best friends. Then he passed the ball to someone else.”

Isagi hums sympathetically. “Harsh.”

“I’m starting to think school is just a government distraction from my true potential.”

“Which is…?”

“Becoming the best striker”

There’s a pause. Then Isamu adds, “Also, I don’t trust teachers who wear shoes indoors. That's villain behavior.”

Isagi parks in front of the school with a slow breath. “Okay. Big day. Deep breaths.”

Isamu opens the door and mutters, “Time to enter the battlefield.”

bllk!dads

[venenna]

can i rq where bllk boys lost a match and got angry to us. esp with sae and kaiser if u can 🙏

You would be angry too...

Kaiser x reader, Sae x reader

Kinda angst?

A/n: IM SOOO SORRY FOR LETTING THIS FERMENT IN MY INBOX 💔💔💔, i sincerely hope you like it ^^, if its slightly ooc no it ain't hehe... ENJOY

Kaiser

His body was in overdrive from the past 90 minnutes of playing, sweat clinging to his forehead as he glared daggers into the scoring board. His team lost 3-2, mere one goal. The worst part, it was a stupid mistake of his teammate who decided to not pass to him (the audacity...).

As he came home you awaited his arrival, you prepared his favorite meal to cheer him up. You knew how he gets upset everytime something doesn't go according to his plan. While you were setting the table he silently entered you shared home, slamming the door behind him shut.

You spun around and walked up to him smiling brightly at your Mihya.

"Mihya! You did amazing"

Kaiser just scoffs turning his head away, brows furrowed.

You tried to reach for his hand but you knew better than to initiate physical contact in this state so you stop yourself quickly.

"C'mon i made your favorite"

"Not hungry" is all he practically hissed at you.

"But-"

"Will you shut up, I'm not in the mood for your stupidity [Name], stop bothering me!"

"fine" is all you managed to utter before his angry azure gaze. Looking down you walked away towards your shared room.

He scoffs and takes a seat on the couch, his usual routine for when his upset will have to wait with you being around. After a few moments you came out of the room bag slung over your shoulder.

"Well then i wont bother you Michael" you said as you went out of the house.

Kaiser smirked to himself, he knew you'd come back. Or will you....?

(Pls this is so ass but i did my best 💔)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Sae

The final whistle blew signaling end of 90+ minute match, that he and his team lost. While others expressed their anger by screaming amd seething, his anger was calm, silent deadly.

You were there in your vip seat watching the whole time. You felt bad but also extremely proud since Sae played extraordinarily, like always. Your plan was to cheer him up, by taking him for ice cream. You remembered when he told you about how he used to get ice cream with his brother when he was feeling down, and this was the perfect opportunity!

And everything went to ruins. It went something like this....

You walked up to changing rooms and only Sae was left. Coming up to him you wanted to embrace him.

"Sae you were great out there, I know you'll get them next time for sure!" As you were about to hug him he moved away. The only response you got from him was huff.

"Uhm i thought we could go for ice cream, if you'd like?"

No response, no he wasn't even looking at you anymore. He changed slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"To car [Name], now." Was all he commanded.

The ride home was awkward, silent. Usually the silence between you was comfortable and pleasant, unlike this one.

"Why are you giving me silent treatment Sae? Its not fair that you're taking your anger out on me."

And again he just huffed not sparing you a second glance.

"Okay fine, i can do silent treatment too!" You declared crossing your arms over your chest looking out of window.

Safe to say he will be trying to get your attention for next few days, when his wrongly directed anger dissipates...

[sugarwarachan]

sae is custom built for a mr. darcy “not handsome enough to tempt me” moment, so when you sneer at his career choice at a party he becomes obsessed with proving you wrong (and not at all because he fantasizes about you praising him)

[neeeooon]

BLUE LOCK MEN AS YEARNERS. PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THISS! yukimiya is SUCH a yearnerx quite literally the definition. and i feel like KARASUU too on my god. AND SAEE UGHH! (he’s probably more nonchalant—or tried to be, but a yearner nonetheless). Perhaps even reo because of the recent chapters that if you haven’t read i won’t spoil for u! :) i need those men as yearners l can’t 💔💔

GODDDD YES YOURE SO RIGHT

blue lock men as yearners

bf bllk x gn!reader. just bllk yearning over reader, ooc(?)

yukimiya kenyu

-> he doesn’t just want thing, he yearns for them. his success, his sight, his career. you

-> the things he would do to get your attention are downright pathetic, and he’s never fazed because it’s all, always, for you

-> a compulsive spoiler. he brings you flowers every week, cooks all your favorite meals, wears your favorite colognes. he’d be content living as your doll if that’s what you want, anything to keep you close and happy with him

-> loves holding you, whether it’s your hand, thigh, waist, face, etc. he loves the feel of your warm skin as it brings him peace. he feels physically and mentally drained when he’s away from you for too long, as if you’re the sun and he’s a deprived sapling

karasu tabito

-> borders between heavy yearner and clingy bastard

-> personal space?? you’ve never heard of it. karasu lives at your side as if the separation from you will kill him. he longs for you every minute of every day and is only satisfied with his arms around you and face inhaling the scent of your hair

-> he loves tugging on your clothes (not always in a sexual way) to bring you closer to him. likes when he’s sitting and you walk past and he catches the bottom of your shirt or sleeve and pulls you to him

-> will get depressed if you’re away for too long. a spammer. will send you hourly updates asking how you’re doing and if you need anything from him. you always reply though, and it does nothing but make him want you more

itoshi sae

-> tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s such a yearner and he hates it

-> sae absolutely despises the fact that you live on his mind, even when you’re together. it’s not fair. he’s looking at you. he’s holding you against his chest, fingers in your hair and caressing your face, yet he’s always longing for more

-> the worst part?? he never tells you he misses you

-> will watch solemnly from the window like a dog as you leave for work. rolls his eyes when you blow him a kiss from your car but quietly pretends to catch it and presses his lips to his fingertips, as if you can feel how much he yearns for you without ever saying the words

mikage reo

-> yes, reo is a yearner. yes, he longs to be close to you and touch you and kiss you whenever you’re away for long

-> but yk what else he is? A GROVELER.

-> 100% get what you mean about those newest chs cause.. they did smth to me other than just tear the heart from my chest and stomp on it while ego laughs

-> reo wants you. he needs you. he physically hurts when he’s away from you or when you’re upset at him. he isn’t afraid to cry in front of you and WILL get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he ever does anything to upset you