#itoshi sae x reader

[reinreingoawayy]

you knew nothing about baseball and the only thing eventful happened was when they started a kiss cam and started showing you and sae on the big screen.

“sae, look! they’re showing both of us on the screen,” you said, not realizing what it was.

“that’s a kiss cam,” he muttered.

you looked at him. “should we kiss then?” you asked, heart beating faster.

“do you want to kiss?” he asked, his gaze traveling from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes with a smirk on his lips.

[cheralith]

characters ; itoshi sae, shidou ryusei || cw ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, polyamory

rin sees you, sae’s supposed partner, kissing shidou in celebration after their team’s victory in a desolate hallway and gets absolutely infuriated at the fact that you’d cheat on his brother with shidou out of all people.

he figures it’s none of his business at first. after all, sae is grown—he can take care of himself. but guilt unfurls inside of him and he’s bursting at the seams as the hours of the day go by. it especially starts to boil ever when rin gets mad at himself for being deceived by your gentle and soothing nature, a perfect match for sae—only for you to turn out to be nothing but a backstabbing snake.

so just when midnight is approaching, rin rushes into sae’s apartment using his spare key and bursts into the bedroom, ready to tell sae all about his best friend’s and your dirty, unfaithful act…

… only for you and shidou to be sleeping and curled up with one other, right next to sae who quietly reads a book in one hand and affectionately strokes your head in a semi-lethargic manner in the the other.

sae looks up, his brows ever so slightly furrowing when shidou stirs in his sleep at the sound of the door opening with a bang. from the top of his reading glasses, sae says nothing to a shocked, owl-eyed rin, merely putting a knowing finger up to his lips.

[mechsangel]

(1) dating itoshi sae

i. acts cold, but he's so whipped

sae isn't the type to shower you with compliments, but he shows his love in subtle actions

remembers everything—your favorite drink, the way you like your ramen, even the fact that you always lose your socks

if you get cold, he'll throw his jacket at you without a word. if you try to thank him, he just shrugs. "don't be dumb. you'll get sick."

if you tell him you love him, his response is always a quiet “i know”. but on rare occasions, when he's really soft, he'll murmur back, “love you too.”

ii. he's not big on PDA—except when he's jealous

sea doesn't like public affection—no hand-holding, no kissing in front of others. but the second someone flirts with you?

he'll casually wrap an arm around your waist, and say in his usual deadpan voice, “they're taken. try harder next time.”

if someone really doesn't get the hint, he'll stare them down until they leave

iii. he shows love through small gestures

sends you texts like “eat.” or “don't stay up too late.” instead of actual sweet messages

if you complain, he'll roll his eyes but later send something like “i guess i don't want you collapsing or something.” (his version of: i care about you)

if he sees you're stressed, he'll silently hand you your favorite snack. he won't say anything, just sit beside you until you feel better

iv. he's secretly super soft when it's just you two

when it's just the two of you, his walls come down

will lay his head in your lap after a long day of training and let you play with his hair

if you initiate a hug, he'l grumble at first but will always hold onto you for longer than necessary

the kind of boyfriend who will pull you closer in his sleep but deny it in the morning

v. he's blunt, but he never lies to you

sae doesn't sugarcoat things. if you ask for his opinion, expect brutal honesty.

“that outfit is terrible. i'm not letting you go out like that.”

but if you look good? he won't say it directly, just smirks and stares a little too long before muttering, “hurry up before i change my mind and keep you here.”

vi. he'll always put soccer first, but you're a close second

soccer is his life, and he won't pretend otherwise

if he's away for games, he won't text much, but when he does it's always something unexpectedly sweet

“scored a goal today. thought you'd want to know” (which is basically his way of saying i was thinking about you)

if you ever doubt your relationship, he'll just look at you and say, “i chose to be with you. that should be enough.”

vii. he's unintentionally romantic

would never plan extravagant dates, but somehow, the small things he does feel more intimate

if you fall asleep on the couch, he'll carry you to bed without waking you up

when he's overseas, he always brings you something back—even if it's just a keychain or a snack from another country

“it looked stupid, so i got it for you” (translation: i saw this and thought of you)

viii. he'll never say it, but he needs you

sae is used to being alone, but with you, it's different

he won't ask for affection, but if you pull him into a hug, he'll sigh and melt into it—like he's been waiting for it all day

you're the only person he lets see his vulnerable side

[sweetfuchsia]

ex bf! sae x reader who likes to play w/ him . pt 1 (probably)

ex bf! sae really doesn’t mind whenever you bother him. even when you’re not-so-subtly sending him silly little letters which are supposedly from a secret admirer.

they’re not, and he knows it— did you really think he wouldn’t remember your handwriting?

in fact, ex bf! sae thinks he likes it whenever you ding dong ditch his door. he always steps out, eyes narrowing at the sight of you. that disguise really isn’t working well.

ex bf! sae can recognise you easily, no matter how hard you try to keep your antics a secret. he knows you from the way you walk to even the most unnoticeable habits you have.

he knows it’s you when he sees a figure standing near a stadium— the same stadium he’s going to be playing in for a match tonight. ex bf! sae doesn’t say anything— he knows you’ll deny it’s you and honestly, he doesn’t want anyone from the media seeing the two of you interacting.

you’re always there in some way— ex bf! sae sometimes feels like you both are still dating.

especially when you’re staring back at the ticket booth, half of your usual demeanour softened. you ultimately decide to walk away, not without sending one last glance at the stadium as you make your way back to your car.

ex bf! sae can’t help but be disappointed. he was sort of looking forward to whatever stupid thing you decided to do tonight.

note: pt 2 out !!!

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 029 !

the hum of the airplane was steady, a low vibration that filled the cabin as you stared out the window, watching the endless stretch of clouds below. kyoto was already far behind, but your thoughts lingered.

sae's family. the warmth of his mother's gentle insistence, rin's girlfriend's smiles, the easy way they all seemed to fit together. it had felt so natural and real.

and then there was sae.

the memory of his lips against yours flashed through your mind. it was so quick. and brief. yet, the feeling still lingered. the way it had stolen your breath, the way he had acted so casually afterward - as if it was nothing.

as if your heart hadn't been racing ever since.

you frowned slightly, lost in thought, when suddenly, a sharp pinch landed on your cheek.

you jolted. "ow-"

sae pulled back, the corner of his lips barely lifting in amusement. "what are you thinking about? i wanna think about it too."

you scowled, swatting his hand away. "no."

he tilted his head slightly. "why not?"

your heartbeat stuttered, but you masked it quickly, leaning back into your seat with a sigh. "it's nothing. go back to sleep."

sae let out a soft hum, eyes still on you for a moment longer before he finally closed them.

you turned back toward the window, pressing your lips together.

nothing, you told yourself again, even as your fingers unconsciously brushed against your own lips.

meanwhile, your phone exploded with notifications and messages which you couldn't see, obviously.

as you sat there, your mind drifted back to that conversation in the café. that talk. the one where you and sae - or rather, you only - had carefully laid out the rules.

no unnecessary touching. no crossing boundaries. you were in a fake relationship, after all. nothing more. nothing real.

you had agreed on those terms, both of you, to keep everything in check. it made sense. and yet, as your thoughts spiraled back to his kiss, you couldn't help but feel irritated at yourself for forgetting one of the most important points of that conversation.

you straightened in your seat, glancing at sae, who had his eyes closed.

he broke the rules.

without thinking, you shook him.

he opened his eyes, startled for a moment, but when he saw you, he smiled.

ugh. that dumb ass smile of his.

"why'd you do that?" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "what about the rules we talked about?"

his smile only grew. "what?"

"the rules. no unnecessary touching. and you broke them! you kissed m-"

before you could even finish your sentence, sae crashed his lips into yours. your eyes widened, but it didn't take long before your body responded, your lips moving against his, returning the kiss.

you hadn't meant to kiss him back, but the moment he pulled you in, everything else just faded. your breath caught, but you melted into him, unable to fight it.

the kiss deepened, slowly at first, but then growing with an intensity that left you dizzy, your heart pounding against your chest, completely caught up in the moment.

why did you kiss back, you dumbass?

what about the wall you built?

are you crazy?

when he pulled away, just barely, your faces were inches apart.

he smirked, his gaze playful. "oh, no. i guess i broke the rules.. again."

chapter 028 > here > chapter 030

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[saetiate]

itoshi sae x f!reader smut, reader's mad at him for the media reporting he's dating someone else and he fucks you like it's an apology

“you know what they’re saying? ah-, about you and that girl?"

your voice is filled with malice even with his dick so far up inside of you that you can feel it in your throat, even with each gasp that leaves you as he slams into you hard, his hips meeting yours again and again.

truthfully, he doesn’t. he didn’t spare the article more than a glance. what some bullshit reporter chasing a title for cash said has never phased him.

he grabs you gently by the chin, fingers wrapping around either side of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “if i fuck you on the balcony and let everyone see, would that satisfy you?” the way he thrusts into you doesn’t falter once, even as he presses a hungry kiss to your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip, breath ghosting over as he speaks. “then everyone will see i’m yours.”

you jerk your face out of his grip, eyes sharp. “the only thing they’ll see is what a fucking womanizer you are, you asshole.”

maybe they will, maybe they won’t. but he can feel the way you’re gushing around his cock when he mentions it, wetness seeping down to his balls, glints like moonbeam. he presses a thumb to your clit and watches your back arch into a crescent moon, always so responsive to him.

“please, please please —,” your voice comes out so wrecked it has him taking in a sharp breath. even as you hate him, slap your hands against his chest as you tell him exactly that, “i hate you i hate you,” followed by please, please.

if it was any other day, if it wasn’t truly his fault for even allowing himself to get photographed standing just a little too close to someone that wasn’t you, he might’ve teased you for it. made you beg even more, cooed at you for being so needy. but it is his fault, so he relents. gives you exactly what you want, circles your slick pearl and fucks you so hard the words you say turn into nothing, until the way you hit his chest turns into your nails scraping over his shoulders, down his back.

he watches you as you come, has to, with tears on your lashline and a high pitched whine. at least this way, he knows the tears are a good thing, that he’s fucked you right.

(he doesn't let himself come, considers it some kind of penance, like it might be the thing that sways the guilt that eats at his heart.)

“you’re so pretty.”

“fuck you,” you spit. “this doesn’t make us even.”

he grabs you by either side of your thighs and slams you back down onto his cock with a scream.

“yeah,” his hand presses against the headboard above you, until the wood creaks down with his weight, his warmth radiating against yours. “i got that.”

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heartbreak summer ft, sae itoshi

currently playing ♪ playlist — heartbreak summer ♪

pairing. sae itoshi x f!reader

summary. after your friend finds out her recent ex has been in the news tabloids with yet another girl, your idea of get back turns your entire night into an unfortunate series of events with the final outcome landing you directly in front of re al’s star football player, and you’re about to kiss him.

warnings. smut, swearing, toxic relationships & behaviour (not too much from sae surprisingly), angst

୨୧. chapter thirteen, nonchalant

navigation. heartbreak summer

next chapter. fourteen

author’s note. sae lowkey a lover boy i love

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[seneon]

STRANGE GIRL ──── mafia¡sae itoshi × fem¡reader.

about. in which, the boss of underground japan bought himself a strange girl. dark romance. a specific reader ( a nihilist with black eyes ) blood tw, mentions of blades and glass, nihilistic concepts, human trafficking. wc of 2700+

notes. this fic is me vomitting my words out so it pretty much doesn't make a lot of sense?? yeah beware. i was a lil unhinged when i wrote this. rushed ending btw

in the darkest cities of japan, there lies an underground club with the air thick with smoke of the cigars and desperation of needy souls. but unlike those of the underground ruins, a blindfold covers your field of vision and ropes surround your skin to hug them tight.

sae itoshi, if you are not mistaken— he who rules these underground cities and visits these clubs like they were his only way of spending time through the night. you have heard his name crossing your ears a few times as you spent your life under these darkness.

the man who leaves trails of bloodstains everywhere he steps on. a brutal, ruthless, heartless man, some would say. yet you do not bat an eye when the people of this darkness bind you and shut off your vision to the world.

you have been sold to this … sae itoshi.

his heavy footsteps echo as he approaches your bound form. the blindfold is suddenly pulled off, and there reveals the chilling turquoise eyes fixed intently on yours. he watches you for a moment, drinking in your appearance as if to commit them to his tainted memory.

sae watches as your eyes moved around, before they settled onto him, to hold onto that one piece that has you grounded.

“such beautiful eyes,” he commented, voice laced with deep silk that it has your soul entranced. “i like them. two little black holes just waiting to be filled.”

“i never knew someone could be so interested in plain, black eyes,” you replied, gaze still locked onto turquoise eyes. it was not long before his long and warm fingers wrapped around your neck, holding it with enough pressure that your breathing stills. it stills because you feel that it might falter and you might lose your breath.

“you’re snapping my neck?” your question striked a scoff from the itoshi. “no. i just want to see how fragile you are.”

“are you satisfied?”

“you’re like a delicate flower, growing in the cracks of the sidewalk. unappreciated, yet so beautiful.”

he leans back slightly, fingers loosening around your neck but not quite letting it go as he studies your reaction carefully.

“maybe,” his fingers trace your jawline, then move up to your hair, tangling in it. “such grace under pressure... tells me you’re not just another pretty face,” sae’s voice drops to a whisper as he releases his grip around your neck and steps back.

with a gaze still on the man with auburn hair, you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, “how nice of you. it swells my heart.” and his face darkens, anger piqued by your indifference.

“you’re quite maddening, you know?” he said, eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion and agitation that felt like it was being tickled by your feathers. he tells his men to unite you and bring you back to his haven.

sae couldn’t quite grasp you, for you are quite the strange girl.

when it was the dead of night, you brought his hands to lay them on your chest, silent for a few moments as you glanced at him.

“can you feel my heart? i think it’s broken.”

the man stiffened slightly at your touch, clearly caught off guard at your unexpected gesture when he was simply in your room to check up on you. sae’s hand remains on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart. a small frown forms on his face as he listens to the quiet admission.

“broken, huh?” he murmurs and searches your face for any speck of emotion that might surface right through that oblivion gaze of yours. but he found none.

his fingers splay out wider, pressing gently against your chest. he can feel the rhythm, slow and steady, but with an underlying ache that he can’t quite put his finger on.

“you know what i think? i think your heart isn’t broken. i think it’s shattered. like glass, sharp and jagged, waiting to cut anyone who tries to get close,” sae ceases his words right then and there, watching your eyes move to your chest.

“is it cutting you?”

there was a momentary silence in the air, hundreds of implications swirling thick. soon after, sae looks down at his hand on your chest, as if expecting to see blood. then he looks back up at you, his eyes searching.

“you tell me. am i bleeding yet?”

no hesitation is needed in your position. “blood trickles down your hands,” you replied, hands moving to trail on his fingers in such an eerie and strange matter that sae couldn’t help but feel hundreds of spiders crawling down his spine at your touch. you trailed his hands as if to trace the blood that flows.

the man’s eyes widen slightly as he feels the warmth of the imaginary blood on his hands. he watches, absolutely fascinated— as you trace the imaginary red liquid with your fingers.

something about you made him swallow hard, his throat suddenly dry. he looks at you with new eyes, seeing you in a way he never has before.

you’re not just a challenge, not just a pretty face. you’re something else entirely. and he feels the threat that saturates his veins with fear and excitement from your fingertips on his skin alone.

“you’re quite the psychopath,” said the man as he stared at you. his turquoise eyes pierces curiosity right through your skin and when he really looks at you for who you are, he realises something.

you are simply nothing but a metaphor. a concept and idea of insanity and death. the void that swallows up all logic and reason. a riddle— something sae itoshi despises with pure passion that burns away at others’ souls.

in this room at this moment, there are only two rotten souls dancing on the edge of a blade. and the best part? neither cared enough if the soles of their feet sunk into the blade.

he stares into your black eyes, searching for any hint of emotion, any sign of life. but all he sees is darkness, an abyss that mirrors his own soul but somehow seems even more empty. “nothing in your eyes...” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

sae itoshi takes a step back as he knows he’s doomed upon the purchase of a strange girl. he didn't buy a person, he bought a void. he bought nothing.

and he fucking hates it.

days turn into weeks. sae throws himself into work, trying to drown out his frustration with you. he orders his men to keep an eye on you, to report back any changes in your behavior. but you remain the same— silent, expressionless, empty.

all just like a strange void that your eyes have.

one night he comes home late, suit drenched in blood and his mind hazed with violence. he stumbles into your room and freezes when he sees you sitting there in the dark, your black eyes reflecting the moonlight like a pair of soulless orbs.

sae stands there for a long time, just watching you. the moonlight casts sharp shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his nose and the cold fury in his eyes. sae is covered in the reminiscence of blood and gore, a walking testament to the violence he’s capable of.

“you smell like blood,” you asked, gaze still locked onto the mother of the night as sae simply replied. “do i?”

“yes. is it your blood or others’?”

you hear his shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. the scent of bloody copper grows stronger as he approaches. “does it matter?” sae carefully asked. he’s always been careful with you, treating you like glass.

as if his pathetic nonexistent prayers of you to move and not remain posed like a damned statue, you tore your gaze from the moon to glance behind at him. he thanks the god or gods above for such a change.

when you glance behind, he sees the flicker of curiosity in your eyes. it’s the first spark of life he’s seen in you since he bought you. sae watches as you take in his appearance. the wine red stains on his clothes, the scratches on his face, the masked violence underneath his turquoise eyes.

“others’ blood.”

you hummed. sae reeked of the scent of other soul’s blood anyways. it should be obvious already. he stands there watching for a moment before stripping off his bloodied suit jacket and tossing it aside. the moonlight catches on the various bruises and cuts decorating his torso.

“does it bother you at all?” soft voice rolls down his tongue, yet it carries a dangerous edge, and you said that it doesn’t bother you at all.

in one swift motion, he grabs your chin firmly between his fingers, forcing your gaze away from the mother of the night and towards him, the threat of the night.

sae stares into your black eyes, searching for any reaction. anger, fear, disgust. anything. but he finds nothing. just that single empty void that has become all too familiar. it infuriates him. he slams his other hand down on the windowsill beside your head, caging you in.

“what crosses your mind at this moment?” you asked, looking up at him like you even had a choice to look elsewhere.

in this moment, as he stares into your empty eyes, thousands of thoughts crossing his mind. sae thinks about breaking you, shattering that icy exterior and revealing the person beneath. he thinks about killing you, ending this enigma once and for all.

but most of all, he thinks about understanding you. as a man who deals with underground dangers, he is a man who has built his life on understanding people, using their weaknesses and desires to his advantage. and yet, here he is, stumped by a simple girl with no soul. and it eats at him.

he leans in closer, his face inches from yours. he can feel his own heart pounding in his chest, the blood pulsing through his veins. the moon faintly reflected in your black eyes.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” he squeezed his fingers on your chin just slightly.

“i’m the one who decides who lives and who dies in this city. and you… you’re no one. nothing. a blank slate. a puzzle with no pieces. and you’re not worth killing at all. and i’d only waste my bullets in darkness.”

silence took over the atmosphere as it grew thicker and thicker when the seconds passed.

and out of nowhere, you brought your hands up to cover sae’s cold and bloody ones gripping your chin. he freezes— for the contrast is stark, almost jarring. his heart rate spikes and adrenaline mixes with something else, something he can’t quite place. his grip on your chin loosens slightly, but he doesn’t pull away.

his chest heaves as he tries to regain his composure, anger still simmering beneath the surface. sae looks into your black eyes, expecting to find the same empty void, but instead, he finally sees something that almost looks like a spark in your void of a gaze.

“you wound me.”

sae itoshi, ruler of underground japan, came to a mere conclusion that you are simply, metaphorically speaking— a vacuum. devoid of emotions and any lingering feelings left to face earthly life.

yet he sought to pierce some sort of signs of humanity right into the center of your soul, all just so he could see an unbreakable porcelain doll break.

your feelings have been forgotten. you have forgotten how to feel, forgotten how to even graze at the tiniest bit of sunlight. at the same time, you sought some kind of connection to the soils of the earth. to feel like a human, to cherish and appreciate your existence.

but it all feels so foreign. foreign to the point where fear starts to seep through your veins at the unexpected. it creeps and slowly crawls into your skin, gnawing and clinging to your very bones and bask in the warmth of your blood.

not even when your nose touched sae’s own nose do you feel a speck of emotion. though, he could tell in your vacuuming eyes that a glimpse of connection sparked. he tells you that you should not do such a gesture if it does not matter.

however, does it really matter? you cannot feel anything either. you are nothing but a poor little feelingless creature.

“have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to feel?” the man asked as he sat opposite of you at the dining table where you consume a meal which flavours danced around your tongue.

“i wish to feel,” you responded, chewing your food. “what is it like to feel?”

and you have gotten curious, which tells sae itoshi that the chains and locks around your heart are beginning to rust and come apart at your curiousity. it is a progress that he sees morphing into your colourless life.

sae is drawn to your blankness like a moth to a flame, desperate to light even a single spark within you. just as he has been desperate in his mind, so has your own desperation covered in a light layer of deceit that seems as if it is trying to eat away at your desperation to feel something.

the man stands up, presence commanding the vacant seat beside you as he finds his haven to sit. you watched as he brought his hands up. and the next thing you know, you feel his fingers wrapped around your cold ones.

yes, you felt.

his touch is what you feel when his warmth kisses your skin. it is an electrical feeling, an odd sensation that feels… nice. so to say.

“what do you feel when i touch your hand like this?” sae’s voice pulled you out from your thoughts as your gaze was set upon him, other hand still holding onto the spoon.

“warm,” you speak softly. “i feel your warmth.”

you are beginning to feel in the midst of this brutal man who reeks of blood. the fragrance of victory wafted into sae’s nose as he watched your hand that turned upwards to lace your fingers with his.

as strange as you could get, sae itoshi thinks he is falling in love with you, with the way your cold touch feels against him and your now curious black eyes that seems to tug at his soul.

you will be the end of him.

so what exactly is it that could twist in the ropes of fate and change a concept called destiny? what exactly happens now that such a long period of time has passed like a dive down a bridal veil? what ceases to exist when it is that one thing that has been keeping your feet to the ground?

you shattered.

you simply shattered into nothing but mere broken glass pieces— unable to be picked by the skin of a human as all it does is pierces through.

six, seven, eight, nine, ten… scratch that. who knows how many weeks it has been ever since you were brought into the legal possession of underground ruler sae itoshi.

gosh. how you have risen into a new light of the world that once shone upon your soul. you have always been falling endlessly into a void that seemed to never have a solid ground. but how, you are present in this world— this time. and sae has his lips pressed against yours.

to have his warmth that courses throughout your entire body from his lips to yours was the final key. breaking apart and melting from the man’s gentle yet intoxicating lips is enough to tell him that you have shattered.

when your lips press against his as if to test this newfound feeling, he wastes no time but to tilt his head slightly and deepen the kiss with the work of his tongue.

are you still a strange girl in his eyes?

in all honesty, you are. you will always be a strange girl to him. nothing is ever going to change the fact that your gaze still reflects a shine of threat, albeit it has been brought back to life now. you still harbour a presence that could undoubtedly stab venom into one’s body, mind, and soul.

but sae adores the feeling of your lips against him. he loves the way your body feels against him. appreciates the fact that he bought you out from a hellhole and gave you the glory you deserve.

and you gave him everything as gratitude. from the intoxicating kisses to the sweet moans and flowery praises, every inch of your soul belongs to him now.

you are his strange girl.

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© SENEON 2025 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[kuronarnze]

a/n: hihi! New writer here :)! I actually started writing hxh fanfics, but i HAVE A FULL BLUE LOCK OBSESSION, sooo here am i writing a itoshi sae x reader fanfic! I reaallly hope y'all can enjoy the story (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!

Itoshi sae x reader !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nostalgia in His Bangs

You had one mission in life: to keep Itoshi Sae’s bangs down.

It was a goal you had since childhood, when little Sae would always have his bangs falling over his forehead, framing his face so perfectly that it was impossible not to find him adorable. But then he grew up, became Japan’s genius midfielder, and started styling his hair back like some professional businessman.

Unacceptable.

“Sae, put your bangs down.”

You were sitting next to him in a quiet café, a rare moment where you managed to steal his time. He sipped his coffee with an uninterested look, barely sparing you a glance. “No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You pouted, leaning forward to inspect his hair more closely. “It doesn’t even look bad when it’s down. In fact, it looks way better.”

He scoffed, setting his cup down. “It gets in my eyes when I play.”

“You’re not playing right now,” you countered immediately.

Sae sighed, already knowing he was losing this argument. You had been on this crusade for years, ever since he started slicking his hair back. At first, he didn’t take you seriously, but after countless attempts—including surprise attacks where you ruffled his hair when he wasn’t expecting it—he realized you were determined.

And honestly? A part of him didn’t mind.

“You’re obsessed with my bangs,” he muttered, staring at you with a bored expression.

“Yes,” you admitted without shame. “It reminds me of when we were kids. You always had your bangs down back then, and you looked so soft and cute.”

Sae stared at you, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You still look cute.”

A faint flush dusted his cheeks, but he quickly masked it with an eye roll. You grinned, knowing you got to him.

After a few seconds of silence, Sae clicked his tongue and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “If I put them down, will you shut up about it?”

You gasped. “You’re actually considering it?”

“I said if.”

You nodded eagerly, watching in awe as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the perfectly styled look. Slowly, the strands fell into place, covering his forehead just like they used to when you were kids.

Your heart squeezed at the sight.

“There. Happy now?” Sae asked, glancing at you with mild amusement.

You reached out and gently brushed his bangs, a soft smile spreading across your face. “Perfect.”

Sae exhaled through his nose, watching you with a rare fondness in his gaze. “…You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” you shot back playfully.

He didn’t deny it.

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I hope there arent any grammar mistakes 😞😞, english isnt my first language heh. Sorryy if sae is ooc, i tried my best to write sae perfectly :)! Thank you for reading! Have a nice day/night (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[reomikagekin]

Want to go back to the masterlist? Here you go!: Masterlist

Blue lock masterlist! ( there might be some characters in the fics that I used to write for, that I now don't write. And my bllk fics were horrible back then, And some ooc, I'm so sorry I SWEAR IVE GOTTEN BETTER😭😭)

here you can find blue lock books!

Yoichi Isagi:

S/o that plays volleyball

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Meguru Bachira:

S/o that plays volleyball

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Rensuke Kunigami:

S/o that plays volleyball,

Kunigami with an s/o that plays both soccer and volleyball,

taking care of s/o on period

Kunigami celebrating with s/o

Why are you still here? Why won't you leave me?

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Chigiri Hyoma:

S/o that plays volleyball,

comforting you while you have a panic attack,

cuddling with s/o,

taking care of s/o on period

Clingy chigiri

I'll stay by your side for as long as you need.

Happy birthday, s/o!

Happy birthday, Hyoma!

S/o with insomnia

Tall gf

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Gin Gagamaru:

comforting you while you have a panic attack,

childhood friends to lovers hcs

Tall gf

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Itoshi Rin:

cuddling with s/o,

stay in bed longer, please?

S/o that plays both soccer and vollyeball

Period comfort

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Itoshi Sae:

cuddling with s/o

S/o that plays both soccer and volleyball

Do you.. still love me?

Period comfort

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Ryusei Shidou:

Shidou with an s/o that plays both soccer and volleyball

You have a girlfriend!?

Playing with fire

Wildfire

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Michael Kaiser:

S/o that plays volleyball

Period comfort

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Alexis Ness:

S/o that plays volleyball,

comforting you while you have a panic attack ,

ness dating hcs

Period comfort

S/o with insomnia

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Kiyora Jin:

S/o that plays volleyball ,

comforting you while you have a panic attack,

cuddling with s/o, kiyora jin as ur bf headcanons ,

kiyora comforting s/o,

taking care of s/o on period

Happy new year.

Safe space

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Seishiro Nagi: TBA..

Reo Mikage:

comforting you while you have a panic attack

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Shoei Barou:

You're always so soft around me... why?

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Kurona Ranze:

S/o that plays volleyball,

cuddling with s/o

I like your teeth!

Safe space

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Karasu Tabito: TBA...

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Otoya eita:

Going with the flow

Happy birthday, Otoya!

[neeeooon]

forget me not ;

itoshi sae x gn!reader, angst oneshot

description/cw

-> in which you and sae are reunited after an injury…

-> amnesia au, grumpy!sae in pt, no happy endings

you didn’t understand why the boy with pretty lashes always looked so sad when he saw you.

sometimes you tried to smile, to wave, to make him more comfortable, but he always turned away from you with a frown.

it didn’t make sense, and it wasn’t fair. you didn’t know why looking at you always seemed to ruin the boy’s mood. not knowing ruined your mood.

you tried to sit with him when your lunches fell at the same time, but he’d see you approaching and leave in a hurry.

you didn’t understand why your chest ached so terribly when he avoided you.

he seemed even more upset when you finally gave up.

sae couldn’t stand the way you looked at him with no recollection in your curious eyes.

he spent the last three years knowing this would happen. knowing that one day, your memories would leave you. sometimes he wished he hadn’t stayed. it wouldn’t hurt this much.

a year ago, sae suffered an injury to his leg that ended his soccer career before it could even begin. and while he was recovering, he wanted to be with you.

now the rehab center felt like a prison.

“why are you avoiding me?” you asked him one day, and sae had to look away from your pleading face. the teeth against his bottom lip drew blood. he couldn’t do this. he couldn’t look at you like you were his when you didn’t remember. it wasn’t fair.

he missed you. he missed the way you looked at him like nothing else mattered but the love you had for him. he missed your fingers and how they'd tangled with his when you held hands. he missed the taste of your mouth. he missed you.

you blinked at him, clueless and expecting an answer. sae shook his head and stepped away from you. “why do you care? you don’t even know me.”

the look of hurt that crossed your features sent a stab of pain through his chest. it was easier this way. for you to hate him, to move on, and to live your life without him around as a constant reminder of the past you'd long forgotten.

there was no point in telling you the truth when you’d forget him all over again.

but sae's fingers itched to pull you close, to press his face into your hair, and apologize for hurting you.

he hated you for forgetting. he hated himself for blaming you, and he knew you'd hate him, too.

"leave me alone, y/n. it's for the best."

you nodded. "okay..." but sae had already turned away before you could remember his name.

first attempt at a oneshot(??) so idk how well this is gonna do but !! i taught myself how to code i’m hyped 😜😎

[rose-nympho]

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

[hydrobunny]

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

tags: established relationship, fluff

a/n: saw the fem sae leak and immediately wrote this in half an hour

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“i think you would be pretty as a girl,” you murmur. 

sae itoshi’s eyes snap open, glaring up at you from where his head lays on your lap. “repeat that?” his tone is cold.

you meet his gaze, cocking your head innocently. “i think you would be pretty as a girl. with your bangs down, a little mascara on those lashes,” you hum, considerate. “probably a glittery lip gloss.”

he scoffs. “and you'd be fucking ugly as a guy.”

your jaw drops. “what the hell?” you slap his shoulder, wriggling. sae stays put. “get off of me. no way you just called me ugly.”

his only tenses his body further. “as a guy. clear difference.”

you halfheartedly push him again, somewhat offended still. “i think i would be hot as a guy, actually. all the girls would love me. but i would only come home to you, sae-chan,” you lilt the last words, laughter clear in your tone.

sae smoothly rolls off of you, disgust roiling off of him in waves. “you sound like sendou,” he mutters, standing. 

you blink up at him. “i sound- what? is sendou calling you sae-chan? do i have another striker to worry about? are you giving your number to this one too?”

sae shoots you another look. “if sendou called me that, he would be dead in the ground. no, he told me i would make a pretty girl once,” he pauses. “and you don’t need to worry about anyone.”

that possibly did not answer your question. “okay, that last bit was smooth. but- why is sendou thinking about what you look like as a girl?”

he rolls his eyes. “they went through my bag last match. found your makeup. which you should not be leaving in my shit.”

the words take you a second to comprehend. “and they thought you- you’re joking!” you gasp. “tell me you’re joking.”

sae’s face only darkens. “i don’t joke. fucking idiots, all of them.”

that only makes you start laughing, genuine tears pricking into your eyes. “oh my god. they think you wear lip gloss. sendou thinks you would-” you trail off, words dissolving into laughter.

he fixes you with another glare. “it’s not funny. and you’re not funny.”

you pause, studying his face. he raises an eyebrow.

“do you want to try?”

his face scrunches in confusion. “try what.”

“lip gloss,” you beam.

before he can reply, you're rummaging in the pocket of your jacket, ignoring the jingle of spare change in a matter of seconds, there is a shiny gloss in your hands.

sae glares at you in incredulity. “have you lost-” 

he stops, watching you apply the gloss liberally onto your lips instead. 

with a grin and a glint in your eye, your dramatically pucker your lips. “you know you want to.”

sae stares. and then he's stepping close, exasperation clear in his face. still, with the faintest of grumbles, he dutifully leans down, his lips meeting yours.

you've kissed hundreds of time. still, each one only seems to get sweeter.

the gloss is still sticky. he tastes like peppermint gum.

with a sigh, you break the kiss. sae’s eyes stay on yours, half-lidded and intense. 

you smile lazily, studying his face.

“you do look great with makeup.”

[rindreamery]

out of breath, got me going like...

some of the attractive things that the blue lock men do. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, yukimiya kenyu ─ content: fluff, suggestive

note. yukki debut on my acc ??? do we fw the casual, less poetic writing cuz there was really no way to make this poetic 👩‍🦯 just astronomically down bad writing all around

itoshi rin sends you gym pics without you having to ask.

it initially took a lot of convincing, at first, to get rin to send you a picture. in his eyes, it was embarrassing— the idea of pulling his phone out mid-workout, taking a picture, sending it to you, and then going back to whatever he was doing. his mind would drift off to the weird stares he would probably get from others, and the fact that he also wasn’t exactly known for knowing how to pose to begin with. as much as he loved making you happy, there were just some things he was not willing to do.

it took a lot of begging, and for the first few months, the answer was always, “no.”

the first picture came unexpectedly. your phone was thrown off to the side of the bed, not really anticipating any texts from rin for the next hour or so, given the fact that he was at the gym. so you were surprised when you heard a familiar tune come from your phone— one specifically assigned to his contact. you had no idea why he would be texting you. 

you’re absolutely floored at what you see; jaw left hanging and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, almost dropping the phone.

it's a gym picture. he's doing a normal pose, nothing too special. he’s standing in front of the mirror, one hand shoved into the pocket of his shorts, and the other holding onto his phone. his face was partly covered by his phone, but you could see the blush spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. but it wasn’t that that got your attention— no, it was something entirely different.

he was wearing a sleeveless compression shirt, giving you a full view of his arms. they were glistening in sweat and perfectly toned. the arm that was propping his phone up was slightly flexed, from the position it was in, adding to the bulk and definition in his biceps. and you could see the veins traveling up the arm of his hand, the one that was shoved into his pocket, crawling up from the back of his hand to his forearm. the bright overhead lighting, with a combination of the dim background lighting, served to emphasize every line and crevice of his exposed skin. 

“this what you wanted?” came a message right after, “i know you’re reading this right now, respond.” you felt weak. he definitely researched how to do this.

words couldn't describe how you felt. so, your immediate response was to send him a flurry of incoherent texts; a mixture of randomly pressed keys and crying emojis. but that’s what feeds his ego— your reactions are what makes smile smugly to himself, covering his lips with his hands as he reads your texts over. he starts to send you gym pictures more consistently after that, patiently waiting for your response after each one. at this point, it’s become a part of his gym routine.

itoshi sae drapes his arm over the back of your seat while reversing.

driving with sae was a true test of control— specifically, yours. it had become increasingly hard to focus whenever he was driving, with every little motion of his body seeming to pull your attention away from the road. he was just so distracting, to the point that you had started offering to drive instead. yet to no avail, because he always insisted on being the driver, furthering your silent suffering in the passenger's seat. but, there was nothing more testing than whenever he was reversing the car.

it’s an internal battle; it takes everything in you not to ogle him so openly. and somehow, you’re losing a battle to yourself.

it’s as if your eyes instantly become magnetized to sae— the way he moves when he rests his arm so casually, yet so securely, on the back of your headrest’s frame. and it doesn’t help that this position gives such a perfect view of him. the way the muscles in his arm ripple and flex ever so slightly, but visibly, under his loose dress shirt. the way his folded sleeves ride up every time, and the exposed part of his forearm constantly taunts you to take a peek. you hate that you suddenly become hyperaware of everything he does in that moment. especially his fingers, and the way they tickle the back of your neck, almost touching you but not quite there.

you have to hold back the subtle shudder that sweeps over your body.

it feels like he’s taking up so much space, demanding you to notice him. the way the scent of his cologne wafts over to you, the bergamot and sandalwood notes of it slowly overwhelming your senses. the faint shift in his posture, emphasizing the subtle stretch of his neck, giving you a view of his collarbones and necklace. and the way his lips curve ever so slightly when he speaks, his voice in a low tone, with his eyes flitting over to you momentarily before they’re back on the road.

it has to be intentional, he has to be aware of what he’s doing. “you’re doing this on purpose,” you mutter under your breath, willing yourself to turn away and look out the window.

“doing what on purpose?” he asks, but the mirth in his tone is evident— you can practically hear the tiny smirk that’s splayed on his lips. you’ve concluded that he’s sick in the head, that he’s playing with you right in your face. “i’m just making sure we don’t get into a crash, you baby.” and you willingly fall for it, every time.

nagi seishiro becomes clingy when it's just the two of you.

laying in your lap, while you’re absorbed in your own hobby, is one of nagi’s favorite pastimes. it keeps him close to you, but allows you both to do your own thing. sometimes, he’d take a nap while you work, one hand loosely holding onto yours in his sleep. other times, he’d play video games on his phone, making sure his volume is turned all the way down to not distract you. but most of the time, he likes to just lay there and admire you, with a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

but he becomes somewhat miffed whenever your hair falls in front of your face, blocking his (initially) flawless view of you. and it annoys him more whenever you don’t push it out of the way.

so, he decided to take it upon himself to move it for you, arm lazily stretched up to reach for you. you barely noticed it at first, so absorbed in the book that you were reading. the sensation of his fingers ghosting over your cheeks doesn’t register in your mind, and his touch is barely there. and then you feel it. his fingers are in your hair, gathering the strands on the back of his hand before he’s brushing it out of the way. it’s so gentle, the way he locks your hair behind your ear, and the way his hand lingers a little longer on your skin after. his fingers then travel from your ear to your jawline, finger lightly tracing the side of your jaw, and it makes you curl in on yourself at the feeling. (it tickles, but also oddly comforting.) and then, he’s pulling his arm back down to reach for your wrist instead, fingers wrapping around it.

your skin is tingling, and the surface of your skin feels warm— taken aback by the sudden act of affection. you glance down at him with a curious look, only to see that he’s already staring attentively at you, and you feel his hold on you tighten. “you know,” you begin, “you could’ve just asked me to do it for you.”

"you always get so lost in whatever you're doing," he mumbles slowly, his voice sounding almost whiney at the fact. his hand, the one firmly holding onto your wrist, is traveling up until it’s wiggling the book out of your hand. (you don’t miss the small furrow of his brows when you jokingly grip onto the book, before giving in and letting it fall to the side.) he takes this chance to intertwine your fingers, his larger hands completely enveloping yours. "i don't mind it, but i hate when i can’t see you."

michael kaiser holds intense eye contact with you when you're talking.

at times, you found it hard to talk to kaiser. he's constantly exuding such an intense confidence, one that's often present in his gaze, that you could never truly hold face-to-face conversations with him. you're always shying away from it, crumbling under the intensity, and he finds twisted pleasure in how flustered it makes you. the way the words always die on the tip of your tongue whenever your eyes meet, when you see that his focus is locked on you

it makes you look away, because it's the only thing you can do to escape it. but kaiser doesn't like it when you're looking away from him— he wants your attention. he wants to see you when you talk excitedly about your day.

he’ll get that attention however way he can. from where you're seated on the couch gives him quick access to you. you can feel his tattooed hand crawling up the skin of your thighs, sliding up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. he stops short of the hem of your shorts, planting his hand firmly on the spot. he gives it a firm squeeze, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs— trying to get you to cave into him. “why won’t you look at me when you talk?” he’s leaning into you, invading your personal space despite the spacious couch. you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear with each word, “mein liebling, i want to see you when you talk. look at me.”

“you can listen to me talk without needing me to look at you,” you swallow, and his grip tightens ever so slightly at your words.

you're shifting awkwardly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster at the proximity, at the fact that his voice has started to sound almost pleading. almost— because he would never admit to something as desperate as pleading. it’s hard to focus when he’s this close, when he’s right there. his fingers remain on your thigh, tracing deliberate lines over your skin, and despite the way you're trying to resist, you can feel your resolve crumbling.

it’s not every day that you see someone like kaiser be on the precipice of begging for your attention. 

“i promise, i’ll stop teasing you. look—” his other hand is hooking under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. and you do— his eyes, once intense and teasing, now holds a softer and almost guilty looking gaze. “keep talking, yeah?”

oliver aiku likes to loosen his necktie with one hand after a formal event.

neckties are the worst, an opinion oliver will stand by ‘til the end of time. he absolutely despises having to put one on for formal events, and he’ll do his best to charm his way out of having to wear one. it never works, so the second he puts it on, he’s already thinking of the moment he gets to pull it off of himself. he doesn’t think much of it when he does it— one finger looping in the space between his neck and necktie, and he’s pulling at it without care.

but recently, he’s started to notice how intently you’d been staring each time he did it.

oliver’s got a keen-eye; not even the smallest thing can get past him. he drinks in the sight of you when he does it, eyes fixed on you, and taking joy in the fact that you don’t even seem to notice. you’re too busy being fixated on his hand, and the way the vein on his hand becomes prominent when he flexes it to pull, or the way his fingers seem to play around with the fabric. your eyes are so sharp, but somehow so unfocused, all at the same time. he loves how it gets you worked up.

it’s entertaining, so he takes it up a notch.

he drags his fingers, slowly, down to the first button of his shirt. and then he’s unbuttoning it with one hand, putting in extra effort in exposing his collarbones. he can’t fight the grin that makes its way to his lips, at your reaction— your eyes are widening, and he can visibly see you gulp at the sight. and then your eyes are shooting up to meet his, and his grin becomes impossibly wider.

“like what you see?” the teasing and flirtatious lilt in his voice is unmistakable, and you can’t help but draw your eyes back down to where his hand is twirling the tie around his fingers. he makes you tick, but he’s also so attractive, and you hate that he can easily make you blush with his words.

“you wish.” you choose to look away with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s gonna take more than that.” that makes him oddly excited, brows raising in mild surprise, and you honestly should’ve known better. it’s like you’re offering up a new challenge to him, and he gladly accepts.

oliver still hates neckties; that’s an opinion that will never change. he still looks forward to the second he gets to pull it off. except now, he gets to play a little game with you while he does it.

yukimiya kenyu keeps a hand on your back at all times, in public.

it’s a habit formed purely from the fact that the streets of shibuya have the tendency to become really crowded, and yukimiya hates it when you get separated from him in such a crowd. he likes it when you’re right by his side— he can keep a close eye on you at all times and protect you from getting pushed around. and originally, it started off with holding your hands. it was fine during the colder seasons, providing the two of you with extra warmth. but you had both quickly realized that it could become quite uncomfortable during summer, making your hands all sweaty and sticky.

so he experimented. he let his arm drop from your shoulders to the small of your back, his palm hovering over your skin, initially unsure of how you would react.

“is this okay?” he would lean down to whisper in your ear, and his voice was so gentle and so concerned about you. even when he was the one getting shoved around by the crowd, with people constantly running into the sides of his shoulders, he was still only thinking about you. you and your comfort. “tell me if this is uncomfortable, and i’ll figure something else out. okay?”

it made you shiver— you felt a heat crawl up your spine, and your stomach was immediately fluttering with butterflies.

you nod, “no, this is okay.” more than okay, actually, but you keep that to yourself. “thank you for asking.” he flashes you one of his pretty smiles, and he leans up to look straight ahead in the crowd again. but this time, his touch is more present— his palm is now firmly planted onto your skin, and he’s actively weaving you through the crowded streets.

whenever someone would get too close to you, or if he anticipates that someone is about to crash into you, his hand would travel to the side of your waist. and yukimiya grips on it, pulling your body flush against his side, effectively pulling you out of the way. “sorry,” he’ll whisper an apology, not having intended to hold you so tightly. his hands will go right back to where they initially were, not without trailing his fingers on the way back, leaving sparks tingling across your skin where he touched. “did i hurt you?”

“no, i’m fine,” you can keep your hand there, you almost tell him. it drives you insane that everything he does is unintentional— but maybe, one day, you'll be able to tell him exactly what you’re thinking.

© rindreamery, 2024

tags. @choccorin @mininji

[sweetfuchsia]

ex bf! sae x reader who likes to play around w/ him pt 2

ex bf! sae isn’t too surprised when he hears rustling from outside his window. he can always tell when you’re visiting him— how could he not?

you’re giggling to yourself, clearly finding your little prank very amusing. ex bf! sae eyes you from his spot on the couch, watching you through the window as you carry a— a baby!?

he almost flinches when he spots it. no, it can’t be? ex bf! sae looks away, his gaze shifting back to the TV screen. he knows that you have more fun when he ‘doesn’t see it coming.’

you lift a hand, knocking at his front door as your lips curve up into a wide, giddy smile. you cool yourself down at the familiar sound of his footsteps— and this kind of brings you back to the days where you were still dating ex bf! sae.

when the door opens, your expression shifts to a perfectly practiced expression. sullen, and almost shameful; as if the toy in your arms was a real baby. but you hold it close to your chest, ensuring that your ex won’t notice easily.

“name?” ex bf! sae addresses you, his expression just as impassive as it’s always been. “what’s that?” he questions, looking down at what he believes to be an actual baby— and ex bf! sae finds it hard to hide his confusion.

“sae.. this is your baby.” you say, your tone low and your gaze downcast. you adjust your grasp on the toy— you mean, the very real baby, and look back at ex bf! sae.

the look on his face is absolutely priceless— pretty teal eyes widened, lips parted and eyebrows raised so high you’re sure they’re reaching for the sky.

“…what?” ex bf! sae sputters, one of his hands lifting hesitantly. his?! baby?! he has to move his free hand to clutch at the doorframe for a second to make sure he doesn’t fall over.

and you’re quick to hand the toy to him, a loud laugh escaping your lips as you turn on your heel and run away from his place.

note: not much plot today but a little bit of fun. i’m thinking of writing more silly parts like this (with some plot mixed in before we get to the actual big big good yummy plot!

[itoshiexx]

when you're mad and use their full name

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name

pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.

notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)

masterlist

ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi hoped he would die. 

really. 

it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.

he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.

“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you.  just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.

but he got nothing. zero. nada.

“baby, please,” he tried again. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you mad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t spare him a glance. he sighed.

“i’ll never do it agai—”

“do you even know why you’re apologizing, isagi yoichi?!” you asked, exasperated. your boyfriend froze on the spot when hearing his full name, because of course he didn’t. 

as far as he knew, you were having a great day together. he bought you breakfast from your favorite bakery, you made a delicious lunch and then you two went out shopping. he even gifted you with a beautiful necklace after an enthusiastic shop employee offered to show him some pieces—

oh.

“you got jealous of the saleswoman?”

“blah blah you got jealous of the saleswoman? heck yeah I did!” you impersonated him with a high pitched, sarcastic voice that showed just how mad you were. “she was all over you, yoichi, and you didn’t do anything!” 

he swallowed thickly, daring to approach you on the couch. he hugged your frame, despite the crossed arms in front of your chest making it a little hard.

“i’m sorry, darling. i didn’t even notice she was being inappropriate because you’re the only one i pay attention to. and i always figured people would never dare be so bold if you’re by my side and we’re clearly together.”

his sweet words coated you, making you glance away, knowing that looking at his puppy eyes would end you for good. 

“you should have done something anyway.”

“i know. i totally should, and i’m sorry i didn’t. i never meant to make you feel bad or let people disrespect you.” he rested his chin on your shoulder, breath shuddering right on your ear.

the sincerity in his voice was enough to chip away your anger, and you visibly relaxed in his embrace. yoichi held a breath of relief, knowing he still had to be careful.

“i’m sorry, baby. it won’t happen again. forgive me, please?” he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek, and god, how could you keep being mad like that?

damn isagi yoichi and his genuine blue eyes.

you uncrossed your arms, embracing his instead, and finally looked at him with love again.

“fine. but just because you’re so charming, ‘ichi.”

he chuckled. “you’re the charming one. i’m totally under your spell, darling.”

and when your lips met, yoichi hoped to keep living just to have more of you.

NAGI SEISHIRO

people would often ask him if his detached, nonchalant persona ever got in his way through his life. seishiro would always say no, because everything and everyone he did care about understood his lazy way and inability to do… pretty much everything.

that didn’t mean he never made the effort, though. as much as nagi liked to live like a sloth and just go on with his life playing video games, there were still things in his life that were worth it. like football. his friends. and you, of course. 

ever since you met, seishiro discovered that being with you wasn’t a bother. and after he fell in love and you became a couple, he found himself eager to indulge you, even if it meant going out of his way. his friends congratulated him and expressed genuine happiness to see how much he improved, and that, along with your beautiful smile, filled his heart with joy. 

however, no matter how much he tried, he was still…

“nagi seishiro.” 

a shiver ran down his spine with the sound of your voice, and not the good kind. he had never heard you sound so stern, so angry, so… disappointed, even. enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. so much so he immediately lifted his eyes from his console, only to find your harsh gaze.

“ehh? wha’ did i do, angel? don’t say my name like that,” he pouted, crawling towards your body splayed on the bed. 

even when you tried to fight his embrace, nagi took advantage of his large frame to engulf you and lay his head on your chest, so you wouldn’t walk away in case you got any angrier.

“babeeeee,” he whined, hugging you tighter.

“let go of me,” you said, and he just shook his head. “you deserve it. you weren’t even listening to what i was saying, were you?”

what a hassle. he really wasn’t listening, but… well, he got way too focused on beating the last boss. could you really blame him? 

he heard you scoff. “oh, my bad, i should have known it was the last boss. it’s more important than me anyway, right, nagi?”

fuck. fuck. fuck. did he say that out loud? he sounded like a dick. you had every right to be mad and call him by his full or last name. 

nagi lifted his head from your chest to look at you, feeling his throat tighten with the sight of your teary eyes. guilt gnawed at his chest when seeing how upset and frustrated you were. 

“eh, ’m sorry, pretty thing. i got too caught up ‘n didn’t notice you were talking t’me.”

“am i that invisible to you?” a tear almost rolled down your cheek. seishiro shook his head, a little more exasperated than usual. 

“huh? ’f course not, angel. y’re never invisible. all i see is you. y’re the most important to me,” he held eye contact, and even though you wanted to tear your gaze away, seishiro’s eyes were more magnetizing than ever, even if your view was a little blurry.

you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to lie, since he always claimed it was a hassle. you knew you were important to him, but his lack of consideration still hurt. 

“i’ll apologize as many times as you wish. ‘m sorry for not listening and making you feel bad. i never wan’ you to feel bad, pretty thing.” 

nagi used his strength to roll around and switch your positions, in a way you were on top of him instead. he started caressing your hair in a soothing motion, making your eyelashes flutter. “y’can talk as much as you want. i promise i’ll listen t’you.”

your eyes welled with tears for a different reason, and you hugged the striker as hard as you could. even if he faltered, seishiro never failed to make up to you and make you feel loved.

“promise, sei?”

“promise.”

ITOSHI SAE

although sae wasn’t exactly smart in the emotions field, he always knew when you weren’t happy with something. you scowled, huffed and rolled your eyes, keeping an eerie silence that was only broken when absolutely necessary. 

at that moment, he was sure you weren’t happy with him.

you both kept to yourselves while still at the event, masquerading any problems for the cameras. sae had a hand at the small of your back and he could feel how stiff you were. the midfielder wouldn't admit that seeing you so uncomfortable around him made his heart pang.

at the limo, the path to your shared penthouse was quiet, and you brushed him off when he tried to hold your hand. sae could only stare at his window with furrowed brows, itching to dissipate this awkward atmosphere. he never liked when you were mad, especially at him.

he expected some sort of explosion when you got to your apartment, but you kept your glaze off him, trying to walk to the bedroom for your night routine without even sparing him a word. 

nuh-uh. that wouldn’t do. 

he held your wrist before you could go, and lightly pulled you so that you were facing him. your eyes widened with the sudden movement, but narrowed as soon as landed on his face. 

“why are you mad?”

you scoffed. the audacity of this man. 

“you know exactly why i’m mad, itoshi sae.”

shit, the government name? you were really fucking angry.

“i wouldn’t be asking if i knew,” he answered, immediately regretting it when you glared at him, as if saying that wasn’t the right answer. “i-i mean… i didn’t realize what was wrong, amor.”

you walked closer to your boyfriend, making him release your wrist. despite his typical stoic face, sae was clinging to your every word.

“itoshi sae, you can not talk to your little brother like that!” you nearly growled on his face, surprising him. “you were very rude and condescending, and that’s no way to speak to rin!”

he frowned. you were mad because of rin? the little green monster inside of him threatened to grow, but he forced him to stay put. sae didn’t want to anger you further, so he simply let his hands slither to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“i don’t think i was rud—” you lifted one eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “fine. i might have been kinda harsh.”

“and?” you crossed your arms.

he sighed. “i will apologize.”

“i’m serious about this, itoshi sae. i will ask rin—”

“i’ll tell him i’m sorry, okay? no need to keep talking about rin.” he interrupted, palms traveling to your ass while he nosed your neck. he planted a small kiss under your ear, huffing a minty breath that made you shudder. sae smirked. “and no need to keep calling me by full name, either. what happened to ‘cariño’?”

you held onto his biceps for some grounding, but still didn’t budge. 

“you weren’t very sweet today, so it’s not fitting.” 

he pouted while hiding in your neck, taking full advantage that you couldn’t see him, but was quick to withdraw to face you once again, touching your noses. one of his hands cradled your jaw, and you sighed with the pathetic effect your boyfriend had on you. 

“perdóname, amor?” he whispered against your lips, eyes sincere like you knew he could be. your poor little heart could never resist him when he was like this, rarely vulnerable and eager for you.

you gave a long exhale, arms moving to tangle around his neck. and folded.

“as long as you make it right, mi cariño.”

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