#m: yoichi

[akira2664312]

[doodlejoops]

Kudou and Yoichi only had two months before AFO killed his brother. Two months. Imagine that in those two months, Yoichi lived in constant fear, not only that AFO would find him, but that he would also find Kudou, knowing all too well how cruel and heartless his brother was and what he would do to Kudou if he found him. But Kudou is kind and patient, he shows him a side of humanity that Yoichi has never experienced, and over those two months, he starts to feel hope again. When Kudou reaches his hand out to him again, he takes it, and when Kudou leans in and offers him the world, he wants it. When Kudou kisses him for the first time and promises them forever, he believes it. But hope is an exquisite pain. And when his brother finds them the morning after their first and only night together, his last thoughts are of the warm hand still holding his.

[assassyart]

rest in pieces, one for all yaoi

[blackberreh-art]

Who'd think the game would span a hundred years? Yoichi knows just how to keep AfO on his toes.

[akiraisabel]

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[kitorin]

I WANT HIM SO BAD.

in which, your favourite athlete is someone other than your boyfriend.

contents. smau, swearing (lil bit), like one suggestive joke, tiny joke about human trafficking in kaiser's but that's very subtle.

featuring. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, michael kaiser + my favs !!

ITOSHI RIN.

ISAGI YOICHI.

MICHAEL KAISER.

a/n. this wasn't intended to be just badminton athletes (and more than SYQ and LZJ lmao) but it is what it is (wanted to add like tawanchai or stamp fairtex). also i have no idea if you can buy their jerseys but i would sell my sibling for shi yuqi's and sell another one for his autograph.

taglist (send ask to be added) : @yuzurins , @pokkomi , @chigirizzz

[hatsunevita]

imagine if one day all might casually mentions to izuku that kudou and yoichi were a romantic couple and izuku just has to sit down and re-think all those interactions between them and re-evaluate all his perception of romance and how their relationship was so similar to his own relationship with kacchan and that you don’t have to kiss and share crepes to have romantic feelings for someone AND

[super-paper]

my life's mission is to explain the plot of MHA in the most flippant way possible, I think

[imraespace]

SLEEPING OVER ! - having a sleepover with them

THIS includes : fanfiction genre: fluff, crack NOTE: a sneaky break from writing rin shshshs

PAIRINGS: ISAGI, NAGI WORD COUNT: 1.3k, 1.3k, (2.6k in total)

ISAGI YOICHI sleepover during a storm.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with this?"

Your words caught Yoichi off guard, too deep into his snack, the sudden voice broke his concentration.

The couple was currently out on a date and the sudden thought came into Yoichi's mind,

"Wanna sleep over tonight?"

"Huh?"

It was most certainly out of the blue, but who are you to turn down your boyfriend? You agreed to his proposal but no matter how many times he tells you that it will be okay, that thought in the back of your head can't seem to leave you alone.

Your worried face came into his view as he looked up from his snack to focus on you. The afternoon sun made home onto your face, blinding you a bit but it didn't bother you that much it seems. Before, you two were taking strolls here and there during the day but decided to take a rest at the local park, not many children were around anyways.

In your point of view, his half-eaten popsicle came into your field of vision, causing you to look up and was greeted with his comforting smile.

"Of course they will be okay with it, I already told them about you maybe once or twice.."

"You did!?" You blurted out.

You heard a small laugh coming from the male in front of you as your cheeks grew a bit warm from embarrassment.

"You're worried over my parents, have you told yours?" He asked.

Oh right..

"I.. forgot.. They would be okay with it anyways.. if I lie." You confessed, muttering the last part.

"Huh?"

"Nothing.."

He stared at you for a bit, taking in the small moment. His eyes shifted to the phone in your hand, watching as you searched for your mother's contact.

To pass time, Yoichi checked his phone as well and noticed a notification from his mother.

[4:09 P.M.] there are mentions of a storm soon, please come home soon!

A storm? He thought about it for a bit then turned to face you.

"There's a storm coming." You brought up, catching him off guard.

"Did you read my mind?"

"Huh?" You looked over at your boyfriend, accidentally locking eyes with him.

"No, my mom just told me." You simply said.

"Same with mine, can you come over?"

You nodded at his words but then dropped some news.

"She told me to not come home right now, she's scared I might get caught up in the storm.." You muttered, causing Yoichi's eyebrow to raise in confusion.

"Does she not know that you won't have any clothes?" He asked.

"..I told her I'm going over to a friend."

"..."

You huffed at his silence, rolling your eyes and then looked up at the sky.

"You think she will let me go if I told her it was a boy? And on the same day as well?"

"Well.." He muttered, having nothing to back him up.

"I can go, that's all that matters, right?"

"I mean, yeah.. But next time don't lie to your mom!"

"Yeah okay, I won't."

He, too, looked up at the sky, noticing that the afternoon sun that rested on your face is now slowly being blocked by gray clouds.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

You nodded at his words, gathering your belongings with the help of the boy beside you, mostly him taking everything.

Soon, you both made it to his house and his parents were the first thing you were greeted with as soon as you entered the household. You took in the shocked expressions and then Yoichi got to work explaining everything.

In the end, they were okay with it and warmly welcomed you in, sadly it was all covered up by the gloomy weather.

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And now here you are, in the middle of a thunderstorm in your boyfriend's room. You stared out of the window, watching the raindrops forcefully make their way onto it, all to just slide down to the bottom.

The opening of a door broke you out of your zone as your head turned in the direction and saw Yoichi entering with a few clothes in his hand.

"I got some of my clothes from the clean laundry, you can use them for the night." He said, walking up to you and shifted his eyes on the window besides you.

You took the items out of his hand, staring at them for a bit then back up at him.

"Thanks Yoi, if you don't mind, I'll get dressed now." You muttered, with a small smile.

He nodded at your words, taking it as a sign to give you privacy and left the room. As soon as the door closed, you walked up to his bed and placed the clothes on it then began removing yours.

Placing the clothes over your body, the thoughts flew in. Every time you think about using his clothes, it always ignites you all over your body. It's not the first time, but the feeling will never die down, no matter how many times, it just grows.

The sound of the rain banging on the roof grew louder with every raindrop, deafening you from everything else. Storms are comforting in a way, the coldness and the sound lulls you to sleep, but this storm.. seems to be a bit different.

As soon as you pulled his hoodie over your head, the power went out, leaving you in complete darkness.

"..Hello?"

You asked out as if someone would respond. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust your eyes in the darkness but then thunder was heard, causing a small yelp to leave your mouth.

"Y/n?" You heard from outside the door.

As soon as you heard the familiar voice you ran up to the door, feeling for the knob and finally opened it. You were then greeted with a figure that resembles your boyfriend.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah.." You muttered.

He sighs out a small smile understanding the situation and grabbed your hand, guiding you towards his bed. He sits you down, placing himself beside you, and then reached out for his blanket, wrapping it around you both.

Another thunder was heard, followed by a flash of lightning, scaring you yet again and this time you grabbed onto your Yoichi, shoving your face into his chest.

He wrapped an arm around you as the other holds a flashlight he brought in and decided to turn it on. The sound of the click caused you to peek out, noticing the small light in his hand.

Still, no matter what, you refuse to let go of the boy, resting your face back into the comfort of his chest. He placed the flashlight at the end of his bed and wrapped both arms around you, covering your ears using his slightly larger frame, and slightly tighten his grip around you for comfort.

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The storm grew louder, no signs of dying down anytime soon. As the raindrops filled his ears, he slowly put force onto you, guiding your back onto the soft mattress and rested your head onto his pillow. He shifted his body a bit, looking down at you and made out your relaxed expression and chest slowly rising and falling.

He stared at you, there was no need to protect you from the storm, yet he felt the need to hold on, stay close and cover your ears. Even though his ears are still filled with the raging storm, staring at you gave him a peace of mind, lulling him to sleep. Soon you both were wrapped together, no longer bothered by the storm.

The forgotten flashlight in the background, the beating of the raindrops on the window, and flashes from lightning filled the small bedroom yet the couple rested comfortably in each other's hand, peacefully snoring away.

NAGI SEISHIRO playing video games with him.

".. You're going to die.. moron.."

You heard for the umpteenth time. You let out a sigh, groaning on your boyfriend's bed.

You stared at the back of his gaming chair, wishing he could magically witness your boredom and annoyance behind him, but sadly his headphones were on..

"Why invite me over if you're gonna play with your online friends.." You muttered, glaring daggers at the back of his head.

Yet again, you rolled over on his bed, burying your face in the blanket, and let out another sigh. During your wallowing moment, your ears perked up at the sound of his chair shifting.

You stole a peak, checking to see what happened this time and saw his fist up in the air? Ah wait, he's playing with his friends, he probably won the game..

But what catches you off guard is him actually turning to face you with his signature blank stare, yet this one hid something.. His eyes lingered on your frame, taking in your slumped mood.

"Y/N.. come here for a second.." He muttered.

"Hm?" The sudden request, yet the first one for the night made you waste no time following his words, pushing yourself up and off the bed and slowly making your way towards him.

He stood up from his chair, disconnected his headphones from the PC, and grabbed your arm.

"What are you doing?" You asked yet still gave him permission.

He guided you to sit on his chair leaving you even more confused as to what he's trying to do here. He spun the chair, making you face the PC.

"I'm gonna teach you how to play league.."

"HUH?!"

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This.. isn't your first time experiencing this, in fact this isn't the first time Seishiro insisted on teaching you how to play his favorite games, but you always turn down League of Legends, only because..

"This game is too hard to learn! The controls are so different and what do you mean the characters have their own difficulty level.."

"Stop the complaining.. you'll understand it. Promise."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his pinky. Using the chair, you turned to face him with a small pout and locked pinkies but seeing your expression, he took his large hands and squished your cheeks.

"Don't pout, it will be fun."

"Okay fine.."

His hands left your face and then pointed towards the screen.

"Choose your champion."

"Erm.."

Seems like a hard decision.. and he noticed your hesitation.

"If you wanna, I can show you the easiest ones."

"Please do that.."

With the guidance given, you were able to choose a champion called,

"Vex it is, are you ready?"

"Sure.." You muttered.

You heard movements from behind and then you felt his presence, leaning onto the chair, hand reaching out to guide you but then you heard a huff from him.

"What's wrong?" You asked him.

"This chair is gonna get in my way.."

You looked up, noticing his gloomy expression and then the obvious idea popped up in your head.

"Well then.." You started, standing up and invited him to sit.

"You'll simply become my seat!"

"Oh, that's smart."

And so, he sat on the chair and invited you into his lap.

"Now this would be easier.." He muttered, pulling you both up closer to the desk and started back his teaching. But, you were so eager to invite him on the chair, that you realized how much closer he is now. So much for teaching you, you're barely gonna pay attention..

With his body so much closer this time, pressed up against you, hands over yours, guiding you and teaching you the controls, the only thing you got out of his so-called teaching is nothing but misery..

But slowly, you ignored the warm feeling, realizing why he always seemed so angry while playing this game..

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After the entertaining teachings, he decided to let you play your first match, with his online friends who had no clue who you even were. You let him do his thing, switched the tab onto Discord, and messaged in his group chat, all while you slowly died every time he leaned in closer and closer.

Just then, the signature discord ringtone was heard, causing you to look up at the screen and stay quiet, deciding that Sei should take control now.

"What's with the sudden call, didn't you log out first?" His friend asked.

To be honest, this is the first time you've even heard them.

"Yeah, but I need you all to hop on league again." Your boyfriend confessed.

"Why?" Another one asked out.

"I'm teaching my girlfriend how to play."

After that bomb drop the call went dead silent.

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"Hello?"

"What girlfriend?" One of them joked.

"My girlfriend? The one that's here right now.." Seishiro muttered.

"..Wait really?"

"Y/N.." He softly said, giving you the go-sign to finally speak.

"Um.. I'm here.."

And then yet again, a silent call.

"Can we just play..?" Sei asked.

"Oh, yeah sure."

So now, finally with a team acquired, Seishiro switched back to the game, waiting for his friends to join the lobby.

"Y/N are you ready?" He asked behind you, tilting his head towards the side to view your current expression.

"I think so.."

You couldn't see, but Seishiro held a small smile on his face, wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his chin on your head, taking in the moment of you finally playing one of his favorite games.

He thought of you bonding with his online friends but as soon as the match started, there wasn't much bonding happening..

"Welcome to summoner's rift."

You heard, and you did just as what you were told before. Your teammates made their way to their own lanes as you made your way to mid-lane.

Slowly getting through with the minions, you met the other team's mid-laner and the chaos started, as in you died.

"What the.."

"It's okay.."

Yeah, it is.. You told yourself, pouting a bit.

Here you are again, this time you started the fight! Then died.

"..It's okay," Seishiro told you, again.

This time, his hands reached up for the mouse, placing his palm over yours and guiding your movements.

"Let's play together." He said, cheering up your gloomed mood.

"Yes please.."

Soon, the game went your way and you actually began to enjoy it. His friends, your teammates, had some words to say here or there but without Seishiro getting the say in, you talked back. Soon.. you started sounding like your boyfriend.

The way you glared at him as he bad-mouthed his teammates or cursed randomly when he died, here you are doing the exact same thing with Seishiro behind, following your same actions.

He removed his hands, letting you take the lead, and placed them back on your stomach, leaning into you as he took in the game in front of him.

Without his help, being so deep into the match, and bossing around your teammates, you won your first match ever!

Your bright smile made its way onto your face and with that, you shifted in his lap and gave him a big hug.

"Can we play again? This time I want you as my teammate." You confessed.

"We can.. You need your own account."

"I'll make one."

And with that, the night ended with you becoming a secret league player and Seishiro buying you skins for Vex and other champions you've never played, but only mentioned them once or twice.

"I had no clue your girlfriend was bossy.."

"That sucks for you." Seishiro joked, in his own way. You flashed him your bright smile as you sat on his bed, using his laptop to look through whatever skins he got you. He turned back to his monitor and simply said,

"She's not even mean.."

"Yeah right."

IMRAESPACE || MASTERLIST

[cryiling]

i will see you in the next life.

[vivamight]

[willowwithaheart]

|| Kick ass!♡︎

|| pairing; Isagi Yoichi x GN! Reader

|| summary; you and Isagi had been friends since childhood, and yet, he always seemed to be giving you mixed signals. When he left for blue lock, you thought you'd lose him for good. Then, in his match against Japan's U-20, he proved you wrong.

|| cw; fluff, a little bit of angst, miscommunication, reader is a little dumb and doesn't realise Isagi likes them, kissing in public, reader's life is described as 'dull', just teenagers being too in love to realise it

|| wc; 2.4k (whoops...got carried away...)

|| note; first post!! I love Isagi so I thought this was a good place to start. Got a little bit rushed at the end, so please let me know if there are any mistakes!

You still vividly remembered the day you met–it was like a permanent mark on your memory. Not a stain, but a stroke of brightly-coloured paint that brought meaning to your dull life.

The both of you were young, around the same age, give or take a few months. The sun was going down, painting the sky with reds, oranges and yellows in its wake. You stood in the middle of a field, looking down at your scuffed sneakers and grass-stained socks. The ground was still slightly wet from when it rained earlier in the day.

It was cold, you remembered. The crisp evening air nipped at your skin and made the tips of your fingers and nose feel numb. The wind blew softly, ruffling your hair as the cold seeped through your clothes and sunk its dull teeth into your skin. It was nice, in a way. Even if you didn't have a jacket to keep you warm, the cold was still comforting. It reminded you that there was still something out there. You gazed off into the distance, slowly zoning out into whatever dreams a child could conjure up.

And then…

“Watch out!!”

The sudden voice made your heart lurch out of your chest, a jolt of electric shock going down your spine as you whipped around to face the person who called out to you, opening your mouth to say something back.

Then a sudden pain burst through your skull, one that made you lurch backwards as a force made contact with your face. Before you knew it, you'd hit the ground, forehead feeling oddly tender as you gazed dizzily up at the sky. Your vision was all blurry, and you felt something warm drip down your nose.

A head of disheveled black hair came into your view, and you squinted as the figure wobbled in your hazy vision.

“—re —o -kay?”

You furrowed your brows, wincing at the dull pain the action brought you. You watched as the figure leaned down, and your vision finally corrected itself. A boy with wide, concerned blue eyes and blue-toned black hair looked down at you with an expression of what could only be described as horror.

“…what?” You croaked, blinking multiple times as you tried to figure out what just happened. You turned your head to the side, and you were met with a soccer ball.

“Are you okay?” The boy repeated, and you turned back to him with an expression of mirth. Suddenly, it all made sense. That boy hit you in the face with a soccer ball. You reached up to feel the liquid running down the lower half of your face, collecting some on your fingertips and bringing it to your view. Blood.

“I’m…” you began, watching as the sticky blood on your fingers slowly dripped down. The blue-eyed boy let out a hesitant exhale. “I’m fine.”

You lowered your hand, looking the strange boy in the eye. He swallowed thickly, and slowly, you sat up. A wave of dizziness washed over you, but you ignored it in favor of reaching out to the boy's ball, cradling it in your lap for a few seconds before holding it up to him.

“I think this is yours,” you muttered, voice raspy and quiet, and you weren’t sure if he’d heard you for a moment before he suddenly started giggling. He reached out for the ball, a dopey grin on his face as he held it gently against his chest.

“You’re funny,” he giggled, holding the ball against his hip with one hand as he stuck out a hand to help you up. “I’m Isagi Yoichi. What’s your name?”

You took his hand, letting him pull you up with surprising strength. You tried your best to muster up a wobbly, thankful smile in response.

“[Surname] [Name].”

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The morning was a cold one, and you found yourself tugging your school uniform closer to your body. In your hand you held the strap of your bag, letting it swing along with your arms as you walked down the sidewalk.

You had school today. You still had a bandage on your forehead, but you still wanted to go to school. It’d be a dull day if you’d chosen to stay home, so you decided to power through the headache you were getting in order to make it to school on time.

Turns out you left a little too early, since you still had half an hour before school was supposed to start by the time you arrived. You sat in your classroom, absentmindedly tapping your foot on the ground as the minutes ticked by. You only looked towards the door when you heard a faint gasp.

You were met with the sight of Isagi, looking absolutely bewildered in the doorway.

“We go to the same school!?” He shrieked, and you couldn’t tell if he was excited or horrified. Did he not like you? Or did he enjoy your company? You had no idea, so all you did was raise a brow at him.

“I guess,” you shrugged, looking back down at your desk. You grimaced as Isagi’s loud footsteps met your ears, and he sat down right next to you with a big, dopey grin on his face, still donning some childlike chub in his cheeks. You were so confused.

“[Surname],” Isagi grinned, deep blue eyes shining as the morning sun reflected off them. “Let’s be friends!”

You stayed silent, staring at him in quiet contemplation. The stupid grin still didn’t leave his face, and you found yourself fighting back a smile of your own. His childlike joy was contagious, but something just felt…wrong. Why on earth would he want to be friends with the person he’d hit in the face with a ball? You still had a huge bandage on your head. Maybe he just felt bad…

For now, you decided to ignore him. Instead of facing his impossibly bright smile, you looked out the window, gazing at the trees. The leaves were all shades of pretty reds, browns, oranges, and yellows. You observed as some slowly twirled in their descent to the ground, the light of the morning sun reflecting off them as they danced in the wind.

You continued to look out the window as your teacher entered the classroom, waffling on about some kind of math problem you had no interest in solving. You kept your gaze out the window, almost scared to look the other way just in case Isagi was still trying to get your attention.

This continued for the rest of the day. You made a point to blatantly ignore Isagi whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with you. And yet…something told you he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

You eyed the clock. It was three minutes until home time. You could hear Isagi blabbing about something beside you. After a few seconds of contemplation, you turned to look at him. For the first time today, you paid attention to what he was saying.

“—and then, my dad gave me a jacket with my name on the back!! I didn’t even know he could do that, and then- and then he told me that I would be the worlds best soccer player one day, and- and- and I really hope that’s true!! I mean, don’t you think it’s just so—“ Isagi stammered through his little story, deep, captivating blue eyes shimmering in the afternoon light. You looked a little hesitant before cutting him off.

“Isagi,” you began, feeling a little nervous as he stopped talking and gazed at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Yeah?” He answered, his story completely forgotten as he leaned a little closer to you. Now that you thought about it…he was kind of pretty. And nice. And he had a really cute smile.

“Let’s be friends.”

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“I’m leaving,” said a breathless Isagi on your doorstep. You gave him a bewildered look, ushering him inside before he got too cold.

Both of you were seventeen now. You had to admit, he’d grown into a wonderful person. Sometimes he gave you mixed signals, like when he didn’t answer your texts, or when he just stared at you instead of talking to you sometimes. But other than that? He was an amazing friend, and you couldn’t be happier.

But for him to suddenly appear on your doorstep, talking about leaving? It made something heavy and horrible ache in your chest. What was he even talking about?

Now, the both of you were sitting on your bed. You clasped the material of your pants tightly as you leaned over to look him in the eye.

“What do you mean, ‘you’re leaving’? When? Why?" You questioned, barely able to keep your chin from quivering as you fought back the urge to cry.

Isagi—Yoichi, now—had been your only true friend all throughout your childhood. You weren’t sure how you’d cope without him brightening up your unbelievably dull life. You didn’t want to feel alone again. So…so why would he leave? What on earth could have been more important than his friends, his family, his everything?

“It’s a program called Blue Lock,” Yoichi explained, avoiding your gaze. “You know how we…I…lost the game that was supposed to get our team into nationals? Well…I’m getting another chance. Blue Lock is a program for aspiring athletes, and…I really want to go. I want to become a professional soccer player, [Name].”

You bit your tongue. So that was it. He was just leaving for a while to get a better chance at life. If that was true, then…why did you still feel so sad? You should have been happy for him. But for some reason it just felt like you wouldn’t see him for a very, very long time.

“When…when are you leaving? For how long?” You inquired, shuffling a little closer to the blue-eyed boy. Warmth radiated off him, and you found yourself wondering if you would miss it. If you’d miss him. Maybe you’d figure something out. Make some new friends while you waited for him to come back home.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” said Yoichi, “and…I don’t know how long I’ll be there for. But if I can, I’ll try my best to keep in contact with you.”

You swallowed thickly. If this was what he wanted, then…you’d support him. You’d be happy for him, even if you felt sad for yourself. All you could do was pray that this wouldn’t ruin your friendship, since he really did mean so, so much to you.

Mustering up a small, wobbly smile, just like the one you gave him on the day you met, you spoke.

“Just make sure you come back to me, Yoichi. Kick ass out there, okay?”

–

It'd been so, so long.

You missed Yoichi terribly. He'd been gone for months, and the only way you found you could cope was to hang out with his parents. You practically lived in his room now, and you picked up on all of Yoichi's chores around the house.

His parents adored you, and you adored them too.

But still, you were a little surprised when they invited you to Isagi's first public match in Blue Lock.

You…could see him again? You'd see him play? Before you knew it, you were embracing his parents and saying ‘yes' so much you almost forgot it was possible to say anything else.

Then, you found yourself in the stadium, in the front row seats watching Yoichi and his teammates play against Japan's U-20 team. Your heart hammered every time a goal was scored, and your eyes never left Yoichi.

He looked so…different. He was bigger, you could tell. More confident. Happier. You smiled every time he celebrated with his friends, even if it made your heart lurch.

So what if he made new friends? It didn't matter if he forgot about you. Soccer was incredibly important to him, and you'd be damned if you let yourself ruin that for him.

You'd watch from the sidelines, if that was what he wanted. You didn't care anymore. All you wanted was for your dearest friend to be happy.

The match was at a stalemate, now. Both teams had equal points. There wasn't even a minute left…was this it? Would it be a tie? You, along with the whole stadium watched with bated breath as Yoichi managed to get his hands on the ball.

Your eyes were wide, glimmering with a thin layer of hopeful tears as Yoichi lined up for a shot, and…

SCORE!!

The stadium erupted into loud cheers, and the noise would have bothered you if you weren't screaming yourself.

“Yes!! YES!! YOICHI!!! YOU WON!! YOU WON, YOICHI!!” You cheered, cupping your hands around your mouth as you celebrated their win. His win.

You didn't even know that he heard you until his eyes locked onto you while he was in the middle of celebrating with his teammates. And without missing a beat, he sprinted in your direction.

He didn't stop, not even when a teammate of his rushed after him, and not even when a reporter tried to get his attention.

Your first thought was that he was running towards his parents. That was quickly proven wrong when your name left his lips.

“[Name]!!! You're here!!” He panted, rushing up to the stands and grabbing your hand. He sported that same dopey grin he'd shown you so many times throughout your childhood.

“You…” you stammered, looking a little bewildered as his parents ooh'd and aah'd from beside you. “You did it, Yoichi…you won!”

“Yes,” he affirmed, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't seem to mind, and instead, pulled you closer so you were leaning over the guard. “And I came back to you, [Name],” he muttered, voice low enough so that you were the only one to hear.

And then his lips crashed into yours. Your heart lurched, and before you knew it, you were reciprocating.

It was as if fireworks had gone off inside your head, lighting up your world as Yoichi smiled against you before pulling away. He held your face in his hands, and in the moment, his deep blue eyes were all you could see.

“I'll always come back to you, [Name].”

|| note; I wrote all of this is one sitting, so sorry if it has any mistakes!! Also, just in case no one noticed, every time a scenario ended with something reader said, it's something that Yoichi remembers and holds dear to him. So whole time he was in blue lock...he was remembering reader telling him to kick ass lol.

Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work without credit.

[codenamesazanka]

[blackberreh-art]

Brother mine

[akiraisabel]

[red-sneakers]

I always dreamed that Kudo (and Yoichi) would tease Izuku for being gay about Katsuki, and now I kind of can’t believe how close to real that became

I mean… I guess we got the first hint back when this happened