#top nanase

[lazysublimeengineer]

these chemicals hit me like white wine

Summary: Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Characters: Itoshi Rin & Nanase Nijiro

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags and rating of this fic. I don’t want any unnecessary complaints where it was obviously stated from the start that this is not innocent fluff in the first place. Y’know who you are so I advise you to hit the back button if this bothers you. But for my other fellow readers who are okay with this then proceed in reading some gratuitous smut in my server. Inspired by the song, “The Alchemy” from Taylor Swift’s latest album, “The Tortured Poets Department” and the recent cover of Nanase in volume 29 of the manga. I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this love song.)

This happens once every few lifetimes These chemicals hit me like white wine

What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag Worst sleep that I ever had I circled you on a map I haven't come around in so long But I'm coming back so strong

With Charles finally getting himself benched in the middle of the match because of boredom, PxG’s options dwindled a little.

It still wasn’t the right time for their coaches to step into the match, so they’ll have to do whatever it takes to prevent BM from scoring another goal in this round.

Rin ground his teeth as he shot a murderous glare at Charles’ direction who doesn’t give a care in the world and sitting happily beside Loki who looked like he was on the verge of having aneurysm at his antics.

“Fuck...!” He cursed under his breath as he tore his gaze away from him and landed in Isagi’s direction who was cheering enthusiastically with his other teammates when he scored a goal.

“Fucking lukewarm. The match isn’t over yet.” He grumbled under his breath when his eyes landed on a familiar figure on the other side of the pitch.

Determined blue eyes clashing against his intense teal irises.

Rin knew that gaze.

Nanase was ready to do everything and help him become the hero of this team.

So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

There was only a brief lapse of time that they stayed frozen in their spots as soon as they saw the ball bounce off and missed the post before Nanase came sprinting forward with adrenaline and determination pumping up in his veins.

With Kaiser completely missing a goal, they needed to take advantage and grab the opportunity for themselves.

Nanase wouldn’t just sit around and let the opponent win nor Shidou take the winning goal once again.

He needed to get his shit together and give everything he had to Rin to win and survive this program.

Their eyes met as soon as he took the ball under his heel.

He was putting everything on the line when he sent the ball flying in his direction.

He was putting his faith not only in himself but also in Rin who could be their hero on this team.

“Go, Rin! I have faith in you!” He yelled determinedly.

Hey you, what if I told you we're cool? That child's play back in school Is forgiven under my rule I haven't come around in so long But I'm making a comeback to where I belong ...

His teal eyes grew wide at Nanase’s loud declaration, trapping the ball perfectly on his heel.

Rin was used to people cheering on him ever since he was a kid mainly because he was the sibling of a genius midfielder and Japan’s treasure, Itoshi Sae.

But it had also come with a price as Rin knew that despite his efforts and hard work, people would always compare and associate him with his elder brother, which reduced him as a faint shadow looming in the background.

And he wasn’t fine with that.

He had to prove to Sae and to everyone else that he was better, and he could stand on his own without the crutches of the success of his own brother shadowing over him.

Nanase’s eyes shone brightly with confidence, determination...

...

And a complete trust of faith to him.

It made his heart pound wildly inside his chest.

He wanted more... more... and more...

And he will never let him go until he can have him all by himself.

“Never take your eyes away from me bumpkin and watch me make put these NPCs to where they belong.”

Rin was completely unstoppable as he dribbled towards the opponents and made a double feint, passing by the shocked defenders as he finally kicked the ball ferociously and sent it flying inside the net.

The resounding roars of success from the audience and his teammates filled the background as he scored the winning goal for their team.

But none of it matters when Nanase came rushing towards his side and carried him victoriously into his arms.

So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

These blokes warm the benches We been on a winning streak He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an "E" Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

“Fuck! Rinrin exploding on the field once again and leaving the others into dust!” Shidou cackled and joined in their victory.

“Ya betcha! Damn! That goal will be all over the social medias for weeks!” Karasu grinned widely.

“I-I’m g-glad that w-we won!” Tokimitsu cheered in half anxiousness and half cheerfulness.

Rin just let himself basked into the afterglow of victory and the warmth of Nanase’s arms carrying him.

“Yeah! Rin is amazing as always!” Nanase exclaimed happily.

“That goal wouldn’t be also possible if it weren’t for you bumpkin so consider it as your victory in your hands as well.” Rin commented and glanced at him.

If the others were surprised by Rin’s sudden open declaration of affirming his talent and skill without any barbed insults, it didn’t show in their faces as they still basked in at their victory against the opponent.

Nevertheless, Nanase was taken aback by his words, a comforting warmth spreading all over him as he smiled at Rin’s direction with a complete fondness washing his entire being.

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

Clothes were thrown off recklessly on the ground inside the murky halls of the room.

The cold draft of air emitting from the air conditioner did nothing to soothe the furnace of desire and burning need blazing from their bodies as Nanase’ mouth lingered on the pale column of his throat and decorated it with eager kisses and faint nibbles on the sensitive flesh of his skin.

A low moan escaped from Rin’s lips as he wrapped his legs tightly on Nanase’s hips and his hands grappled firmly on his back while his insides were getting piston in wild abandon by Nanase’s cock and stretched his quivering walls to the limit.

“Fuck! You were so good out there Rin... Hhhh... You’re so beautiful like this as well... You deserve everything...” Nanase groaned against his skin as he felt his walls clamp on his cock like a vice making his thrusts deeper and harder in return.

“Ngh... Bumpkin... Fuck...! Getting bigger inside of me...!” A soft mewl escaped from Rin’s drooling lips as his body shook like a leaf beneath him, trying to match his movements underneath him as Nanase didn’t hold back and continued to rail him ferociously on the mattress making the bed creak slightly from their wild movements.

“Ah... S-sorry... C-can't help myself when you’re laid out like this prettily under me...” Nanase breathed out as he couldn’t help himself and sought his lips in a wild and dirty kiss.

Rin kissed him back fervently, their tongues dancing wildly with each other as drool trickled down their lips.

“I-I’m fucking close...” He murmured against his lips.

“Do it inside. You’re the only one that gets to do this with me, got it? As long as you’re my property, your eyes should be only for me got it bumpkin?” He mumbled back hotly as he licked at the roof of his mouth.

Nanase shuddered as his body convulsed and reached his peak, painting his insides in the white ropes of his cum.

“Of course, Rin. I belong to you as much as you belong to me in return.”

Nanase held him on his arms as Rin reached his orgasm, moans and grunts of pleasure surrounded the four walls of their room throughout the night.

Touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

These blokes warm the benches We been on a winning streak He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an "E" Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

This happens once every few lifetimes These chemicals hit me like white wine

(A/N: As soon as I saw the volume 29 cover of the manga with Nanase sporting a feral determination on his face, I knew I had to write this down. Like it screams Top Nanase y’all and I don’t wanna let go of this golden opportunity bestowed to us by the creator themselves. Also, the song, “The Alchemy” fits them. The lyrics scream victory over a soccer match and then the winner came running to his lover for some celebratory embrace. Lastly, if we don’t get a victorious pose of Rin and Nanase like that thigh riding pose of Isagi and Hiori back to the Ubers match then what the hell are we still doing here? Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[partrin]

i respect everyone's rights to shipping whoever they want, but (yes i'm gonna pull up this image aGAIN) you can't say the creators of free! didn't ship rinharu because what. the hell. was this. this is irrefutable

ALSO.

nobody can convince me these separate covers weren't drawn from the perspective of them looking at each other............WITH VEILS

[miyamiwu]

ngl, intense Nanase is… kinda hot 😳

[klayr-de-gall]

Walking Home

They are both tired after a long day and a late swimming session. Haru dozzing on his feet, while he trusts Mako to keep him from running into any streetlamps. (Mako is very good at that, but forgets to look out for himself und runes into a pole. And apologizes to it afterwards.)

--

Excuse my while I will be obsessed over this two for a while.

I started to watch Free! on a whim, not expecting much from it, but damn. Didn’t expect to fall that hard. The story is wholesome, and all Characters have their qualities, and I’m absolutely in L.O.V.E. with Makoto, I can not deal with that. Or rather, the only way I can deal with that is with art and making it ya alls problem.

There will be more of them for sure. I just don’t care that I’m late to a fandom again XD (it’s so on brand for me, it hurts)

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[caffernnn]

haru, makoto, and rin: soldier, poet, or king. who's who?

OOH this is fun hold on!!

For the soldier, I chose Rin. For him, there is always another battle on the horizon that he’s gearing up for — charging onward, teeth bared, because with dreams like his he knows he has to be ready to fight. He wields resilience in a death grip because he doesn’t know a life beyond fighting or dying trying. It gets him through a lot of battles, his attitude a valiant armor that propels him forward, but it doesn’t protect him from everything. When he’s left vulnerable, faced with the reality that his heart is still a soft and expanding thing shared (and stored in pieces) with people who can’t survive fighting on the same battlefields forever… He feigns blindness to it all or cracks down the middle. There’s life outside of duty, he knows that (acknowledges it in pieces), and part of why he fights is to give others the freedom to do that, but is that… allowed for him? Who is Rin if he doesn’t have a mission on the mind, a blade in his hand? Would anyone stay around long enough to find out? To think too much about the people closest to him choosing a different path would mean entertaining such questions, and he can’t afford another crack in his shield. So he trudges forward brash and bright and full (of dreams, of passion, of grief) for as long as he can.

The poet to me is Makoto. He is someone who is observant, especially of the people he holds close, and his duty has always been in support through translation, calls-to-action through gentle suggestions. In conversations, his words and sentences are carefully crafted, anecdotes and questions made to probe in politeness and subtlety, pauses and breaks thrown in when the branching thoughts or sentiments are meant to linger. He carries the precious feelings of those around him like a blazing torch, proud to share the light of those sentiments in a way that’s comprehensible, manageable, and words are his way of doing that. That’s what he’s good at: being the artist, crafting in an endless pursuit to convey and bolster all of the beauty and wonder and hope stored in the world around him. The harder part, a new way to wield his words that still feels foreign in his mouth, is acknowledging that he is as much a precious thing in the world worth the careful consideration of a poet or a reader as anyone else. He’s comfortable in the home of someone’s heart and can walk the halls happily until he’s stopped by the sight of a mirror.

Haru, for better or worse, is stuck as the king. It’s a position, whether earned or imposed, that leaves him on a tall throne with duties overflowing from his hands. Power is a funny thing, really — he’s expected to shine, to inspire, to lead, but there are rules to the whole thing, expectations on how he’s supposed to be that hero or that vision for everyone. He’s meant to be watched and listened to, viewed with reverence from afar, but not always understood. He loves his people and his kingdom but can’t help but hold his crown with ire at how everyone is bound to defer to its presence before acknowledging humanity, humility. It’s a feeling he doesn’t believe he’s fully allowed to express (and wouldn’t properly know how to if he could), because his desires for freedom are not to run from his community or the world, but to have the chance to join it. Haru wants connection, wants joy, wants to love who and what he loves with the freedom to make missteps and be messy, wants to know he can step away from all the noise when he needs to but is still reachable and tangible right after. For now, if wearing a crown is his way of loving his people, honoring their bonds by sticking to what he knows, giving them a reason to find their own dreams (and not leave him completely rejected or alone), he’ll do it.

The neat thing about these three is that they all have something to learn from the presence of each other. Rin sees the strength in others that they might not see in themselves and isn’t afraid to ask others to rise to the challenge of having a dream that ignites them. Haru, on the other hand, serves to show others that you can step away, change your trajectory, find purpose outside of constant battles and confusing obligations by looking to small joys and caring people. Makoto is the voice to remind them both that above all else they are still human, living beyond a dream or a sword or a crown with hope and grief etched into them, and getting to connect with that exact humanity is what makes them truly cared for and admirable to others. They all balance each other out, delivering these messages and lessons as they grow together, and reflecting back what they’ve learned when the other gets lost along the way. The three roles blend into each other, weaved together by complex duties and hopes/fears of life beyond them.

[zinniapetals]

i open my eyes and i see that it's you

Pairing: Rin Matsuoka / Haruka Nanase Rating: Explicit Words: 8,694 Notes: Post Canon; PWP; Summary: “Rin, have you ever thought about me fisting you?” “Never. And I don’t intend to.” There. End of conversation. No more conversations about fisting at the dinner table. He put a pin in that idea and it was never supposed to see the light of day again. Well, he thought it was supposed to be that way.

[psycoaces21]

I fucking love the beach tbf I love any body of water I can swim in call me Haruka Nanase cause of the speed I get in the water and the way I need to be dragged out of it

[my-obsess-shin]

I need an intervention. My love for Riku and Yeo Sang runs too deep.

[lazysublimeengineer]

you're no good for me but baby, i want you, i want

Summary: Do you think we'll be in love forever?

Characters: Itoshi Rin, Nanase Nijiro, Isagi Yoichi, Hiori Yo & Tokimitsu Aoshi

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags and warnings beforehand. Unnecessary comments will not be tolerated as enough warnings were provided beforehand. Some scenes are excerpts from the latest chapters of the manga hence spoilers tag is in there. Proceed at your own risk. Inspired by the song, “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana Del Rey. I own nothing from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Lana Del Rey for this beautiful song.)

You're no good for me Baby, you're no good for me You're no good for me But baby, I want you, I want

Tears of pleasure pooled around Nanase’s eyes as the wide girth of Rin’s cock continued ramming inside his quivering walls in avid ferocity and lust.

“Ngh... Ah...! S-slow d-down R-rin...!” Nanase moaned out lecherously as he struggled to keep up with the ferocious pace and movements of the younger Itoshi who seemed to have a long-standing stamina when it comes to sex.

Rin was more vicious and rougher than usual, fucking him harder than what it used to be for them.

He can see the way his eyes darkened, his teal irises swirled with unbidden lust and something else entirely...

...

Was it frustration?

He couldn’t be so sure.

But it wasn’t part of Nanase to be asking him things like that.

They’ve already crossed the boundaries between their mentor and mentee relationship, but he didn’t know what they were now currently.

Boyfriends?

No. That's not quite right.

Friends?

Not the correct term either.

Friends didn’t even do this kind of thing.

They weren’t even friends to begin with.

He was just a straitlaced country boy who lucked himself out to be Rin’s student and now his own property to put him to his own use.

“What? Is your stamina that shit that you couldn’t take me that properly? Remember what I told you before about those people who couldn’t keep up with me hmm?” Rin’s cold yet husky voice jolted him out from his spiraling thoughts and brought him back to the present where Rin was leaning down to lick away the sensual tears that streamed down his face.

His mouth almost reached his lips before it slanted away on the crook of his neck where he bit and licked on the sensitive expanse of his skin.

Right.

He shouldn’t expect a kiss.

There shouldn’t be in the first place.

It’s the only sacred thing that’s tethering them on the obscured lines of reason and lust. A reminder that a kiss should be only shared between two lovers who were passionately smitten with one another.

And they were not like that at all.

“Sorry Rin... I’ll try harder from now on... Please don’t leave me like this...” Nanase whimpered needily, grinding harder beneath him in response to his rough movements. He wasn’t even sure if it meant about the sex or something else entirely.

“Good boy.” He chuckled darkly as he railed him recklessly on the mattress, letting the flames of lust and desire consume them both into oblivion.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

Nanase couldn’t even say no to him in the first place.

His mind was a mess, and his heart was weak when it came to Rin.

He’d let him use him. Toy with his body. And claimed every inch of his skin possessively.

He knew that there was something wrong, but Nanase was just a foolish bumpkin in front of him.

Rin had taken his firsts in almost everything.

But not his first kiss.

He ignored how his heart twitched excruciatingly at the fact.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty? Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

In the cold expanse of the bathroom with nothing but only them inside in the ungodly hours of the night that Nanase could pretend.

He could conjure up the vivid images of him and Rin ensconced inside the fragile bubble of their own reality away from the oppressive tension and pressure of the program.

He could pretend that Rin was also his as much as Rin owned his body and soul.

He could pretend that he possessed Rin’s heart just as much as the latter had taken his heart into his own palms.

Because he could pretend that the tears streaming down his face was tears of pleasure of being fucked wildly against the stalls instead of tears of being brought down into a harsh realization that it was an illusion to begin with.

And there wouldn’t be any forever between the two of them to begin with.

Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses 'Cause we gonna take a ride I'm not gonna listen to what the past says I've been waiting up all night

Rin’s tongue dragged lazily along Nanase’s chest as his hands were planted firmly on his hips to secure him on his lap and let him bounce on his cock like a spinning top.

“I can hear you thinking all the way over here bumpkin.” Rin said throatily as his mouth encircled on one of his sensitive nubs and sucked on it greedily.

“Hhhh... Ah... R-rin... Does it feel g-good f-for you t-too...? A-am I making you feel good...?” Nanase asked in between moans as his cock reached deeper inside of him while he rode him like a professional horse rider.

Rin paused and glared at him heatedly. “You’re a fucking idiot. What do you think huh?” He set the pace punishingly hard which made Nanase quiver and tremble like a leaf on his lap.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I-I'm s-sorry R-rin! So—.”

His words died on his throat when Rin took him by the nape and brought him down towards his face to capture his lips in a deep yet wild kiss which made his thoughts came into a screeching halt and heart jumped out of his throat.

The soft yet hot sensation of his lips against his own sent his entire being into a frenzied mess and he could do nothing but melt against him, letting Rin take all of him that he was willing to give him.

“Never ask stupid questions like that again got it bumpkin?” He mumbled hotly against his lips.

“Y-yes Rin... I won’t.” He murmured back against his lips as his hands tangled around his damp locks and tugged on his scalp, letting their bodies and union become one that night.

Take another drag turn me to ashes Ready for another lie? Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is Say it's gonna be alright

A deep breath was exhaled from Nanase’s lips as he readied himself for the match today.

Today was the day that he’s gonna put all his efforts and what he learnt from Rin’s training.

A match against BM was not an easy feat to win but if he wanted to make it to the top 23, he needed to make himself useful out there in the field and help Rin in scoring.

As he tried to prepare himself physically and mentally for their match, his gaze caught on to something that made his brows speak in volumes and mouth thinned into a firm line.

“Hey Rin.” Isagi called out to him and stopped right in front of him.

 “Let’s put the title of the “No. 1” on the line and see who’s the strongest once and for all.”

Rin looked down at him. “...No. 1? I don’t give a fuck about that. What I desire the most, Isagi... Is the moment I destroy you.” He replied coldly as he glowered at him.

Nanase looked away from their proximity towards each other.

He couldn’t be distracted now.

He couldn’t.

Even if there were pinpricks of agony raining down on his heart.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“Rin! I’m here. Use me.” Nanase declared as he tried to catch up to him on the field.

Their gazes locked.

He couldn’t let him down.

He needed to be used.

‘Rin helped discover my hidden talent! If this leads to Rin scoring goals, then I’ll gladly sacrifice myself over and over again!’ Nanase thought in determination as he kept the ball under his heel firmly before he sent it flying towards Rin’s direction perfectly.

For a moment, Nanase was mesmerized at how he easily sidestepped away from Kaiser while keeping the ball under his control, but his eyes grew wide as saucers when he saw that Rin easily took Isagi on the back of his shirt and lifted him like a wet cat when Isagi’s hand was holding into his shirt as well.

“I told you before. You will have a front row seat to witness my ascension to becoming the world’s no. 1 player. Here’s your VIP seat.” Rin snarled at him as he kicked the ball ferociously going into the net before it was surprisingly blocked by Hiori himself.

“Sheesh. Quit the makeout sess ya lovebirds! You prima donnas are all hopelessly predictable. Trying to show up Isagi-kun by purposely drawing him in before taking a shot. If ya wanna score ya might wanna come up with a better script that even I can’t predict. Dumbass!” Hiori smiled mockingly at them.

“Tch.” Rin’s eyes darkened before he let go of Isagi and walked away.

Nanase stood there rooted on the spot, the image of Rin’s expression and manhandling of Isagi replayed inside of him and gnawed at his insides.

‘Focus on the match dumbass.’ His mind chastised him harshly.

Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?

“We were on the same team but... If I’m being honest, I'm not thrilled every time Shidou-kun socres.” Tokimitsu said nervously.

“Yeah.” Nanase sported a grim expression on his face.

“To raise our value and survive beyond the Neo Egoist League we need to do everything we can to help Rin-kun score goals. If we don’t make Rin-kun the hero of the match, we’re screwed!” Tokimitsu added dejectedly.

“Yes. If Rin fails, we fail.” Nanase replied seriously, refusing to listen to any other thoughts inside his head.

Nevertheless, the viscous, green of envy slowly festered inside of him as he watched Rin’s gaze firmly planted on Isagi’s spot.

He waited for a good feeling to come but it never came.

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard Got enough on his mindㅤ We both know just what we're here for Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller coaster Maybe it keeps me high Maybe the speed it brings me closer I could sparkle up your eye

(A/N: This fic was born out of curiosity and misery blended together. I just want to see some Nanarin angst and porn today so might as well serve it piping hot to the fandom. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[swankytigre]

Which Haru are you today and why am I always the middle bottom row?

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[bearofohu]

haruka nanase will always be the funniest sports anime protagonist in my eyes bc the crux of the show and the driving force of the cast is his magical autism. his connection to water is literally just his stim. in the show haru never gives a reason for his love of water beyond “i like how it feels”

he doesnt even give a shit about the actual sport and only chooses to give a shit bc of his separate love for his 17 boyfriends. and those 17 boyfriends will fight to the ends of the earth to explain why haru’s swimming will bring world peace end world hunger and it makes everybody horny immediately

rin matsuoka who has had ambitions to be an olynpic swimmer since before he knew his ABCs literally saw some kid stimming and without knowing anything abt him first was like “omg that guys going to be my consort at tje top of the world” and haru responds with “i hope your bike falls into the river with you in it”

[seivsite]

includes: various!bllk boys x gn!reader. how would bllk boys react to you ignoring them for hsr men? open to your own interpretation — wc: 467

Hoyoverse has finally released their new game, Honkai Star Rail. You’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment for the past two years. You’ve fallen in love with the male characters in the game because they’re hot. It’s as simple as that, really. It seems like you’ve been playing the game for far too long, and your boyfriend is needy for your attention.

“Damn, he’s so attractive! I can’t believe a man from a game could be this pretty!” you exclaimed, turning back to see your boyfriend’s curious and amused expression.

He couldn’t help but frown before pulling you off the chair and rushing you to your shared bed. He pinned you onto the bed and kissed your lips.

“I’m way better than him,” he pouted, looking down at your prone form, your face flushed with red, and avoiding his gaze. “Plus, I’m real and can give you every ounce of my love and affection,” he stated, kissing down your neck before finally lying beside you, guiding your body towards him and holding you tight, refusing to let you go.

“Okay, I get it!” you struggled in his grasp, but he wouldn't release you. “Hmm? Then why don’t you show me, angel?” he teased. You could only blush and stutter in response before he leaned in to kiss you and showered you with all the love that those stupid game characters can’t give you.

ISAGI, NAGI, HIORI, BACHIRA, CHIGIRI, RIN, (PRE WILDCARD) KUNIGAMI, REO, ARYU

“Pfft, that's funny, sweetheart. I don’t remember being in a video game,” he chimed in, leaning over your seated form to see your PC screen.

As he saw the characters, he said arrogantly, “Really? Did you forget that you have me? I’m way more attractive than him. Who can actually satisfy your affection needs? Unlike him, I could make love with you—” He was cut off by your hand covering his mouth.

“Okay, no more of that, please!” you shyly said in a slightly loud voice. “Are you shy, sweetheart? You weren’t so shy last night,” he continued teasingly before being smacked on the head.

KAISER, OTOYA, KARASU, AIKU, YUKIMIYA, (WILDCARD) KUNIGAMI, SAE, BAROU, SHIDOU

“Am I not enough for you, honey?” he asked, giving you sad puppy eyes because some video game characters had captured your attention more than him.

“What? Noo, you’re the love of my life! I’d never trade you for the world!” you replied, noticing his puppy eyes and feeling apologetic.

“I’m sorry, babe. I love you more, okay? Please don't be sad,” you said, pulling him into a hug as he nestled into your neck. “Give me hugs and kisses, and I’ll consider your apology,” he grumbled, and you immediately showered him with all your love for the remainder of the day.

KURONA, NIKO, NANASE, NESS, TOKIMITSU

NOTES. u can imagine your faves if they aren’t listed, i tried to add every single character i remembered at the top of my head. could be ooc for some characters doe.

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[miyamiwu]

*quietly pushes my service top!Nanase agenda

But seriously, Nanase looks so intense in this match.

[cheqorb]

Destined for Each Other.

Being the ever productive human you are, you download a cringey love calculator app for fun.

FEAT. Blue Lock ensemble

NOTES. wEorst feeling is when you want to write but can’t be bothered to, this has been sitting in my drafts for a HOT minute. small drabble before i die of heatstroke, enjoy

You’re lounging on your couch, aimlessly scrolling through your phone when you stumble upon the greatest app you’ve ever seen. Like, this must’ve been the reason why the internet was created. Your entire life was for this one thing. The name alone, Love-o-meter 2000, sounds like it was invented by a 13 year old writing fanfiction for the first time.

But hey, you’re bored and there’s something about the heart emojis, pink sparkles and the promise of ‘definitive proof of true love’ that speaks to you on a personal level. Maybe this is why people think you’re an easy target for scammers.

You download it — disregarding basic internet safety 101 of not downloading shit from suspicious websites — and the app’s interface is exactly what you’d expect: glittery, over the top with a soundtrack of what can only be described as weirdly romantic elevator music. Okay, so, enter your and your darling’s name and the Love-o-meter will calculate your love score (and possibly decide the fate of your relationship).

Pure, unadulterated pseudoscience.

It’s perfect, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted and it’s definitely not bordering on insanity.

You send a quick text to your beloved partner who’s literally just in the other room informing them of your very smart decision. The message is ambiguous, designed to intrigue or confuse them as the evil mastermind you are. “Going to a fortune teller to see if we’re destined to be together. Let you know how it goes xx.”

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Rolling their eyes and sighing like the single mothers they are. Just what the hell have you got planned this time? They’ve been a victim of your schemes for the past few (what feels like) decades you’ve been together and are skeptical any time you message them out of the blue. Do they really want to know? Absolutely not and they refuse to engage in whatever witchcraft you’re trying to achieve.

Option one, they leave you on read.

Option two, they send a text with "Whatever you say, babe" for their own safety.

Rin, Sae, Post WC! Kunigami, Kaiser

Chigiri, Barou, Karasu, Raichi

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Confusion flickers across their face as they stare at the text for a minute. They debate on sending a message asking what you even mean by that, but delete it at the last second. Is it worth the risk? No. So they opt for the safe, more loving response because they adore you enough to deal with all this. Ignoring the fact that you’re both at home, they text back, "Oh okay, you have fun with that. Love you :)"

Be careful with some of these people though; if their overthinking habits kick in, they’ll start to panic over if you’re (hypothetically) unhappy with the relationship.

Isagi, Pre-WC! Kunigami, Hiori, Nanase, Kurona, Niko

Reo, Ness, Tokimitsu

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Immediately curious when they see the message and out of excitement, rush over to the room you’re in. They plop themselves down beside you, squishing their body against yours whilst peering over your shoulder to look at your phone. You can’t just say something like that and expect them not to want in on it! The pair of you are like kids at a sleepover for the first time with no adult supervision.

"If it doesn’t show up with 100%, this app is a scam and we refuse to listen to its lies, okay?" they add on, because as much as believing in this type of nonsense is fun; they don’t really feel like losing their partner today.

Bachira, Shidou, Aryu, Lorenzo, Charles

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At a loss on what to do and (whether out of general inexperience with these types of things or sheer laziness) send a lacklustre "k" before putting their phone down to finish something else. Well, if it predicts something really awful, then they’ll…figure it out when the time comes. With you helping, of course.

Nagi, Gagamaru, Otoya

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You type in your name first then pause to think (unheard of). Do you use their full name or some obscure nickname you gave them that one night which somehow stuck? Like, would it mess up the results? If you’re truly meant for each other, it shouldn’t matter. “Eh, better play it safe. Full name it is.”

You hit the heart-shaped submit button and wait eagerly. The screen flashes and you got…

Almost dropping your phone, you audibly gasp as you stare at the percentage. Four percent?! Okay, you might disagree with each other on some things but certainly not so much to be described as ‘Completely Incompatible’!

Obviously, you’re flabbergasted and the stupid thing has the audacity to play sad trombone music as you read through the description.

“You should think over this relationship a bit more. Maybe you didn’t notice the signs that were there through your rose-coloured glasses, but don’t give up on love entirely, there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

You have to stop yourself from shedding a tear and how on earth could you confess this to your beloved? They may not have taken you seriously the first time but suddenly texting them (or saying), “Yeah, this isn’t going to work between us </3 I’m sorry…” is sure to give them a scare. Cue them immediately responding and asking questions. Do you not love them anymore? Is it something they did?

…did you seriously go to a fortune teller?

Feeling kinda guilty for worrying them, you then send them a screenshot of the result/show them on your phone in person.

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More annoyed at you if anything, don’t scare them like that again. Especially not over a result of a game, and they tell you as much. Some of them are actually a little bitter over it though, because, who does this app think it is? You are soulmates and even if you’re annoying sometimes (most of the time), you’re still theirs.

Post WC! Kunigami, Barou, Raichi, Rin, Sae, Karasu, Kaiser

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Laugh it off but secretly thanking whatever gods blessed them because those few minutes of silence, just blankly looking at your text message were possibly the worst minutes they’ve ever been through. Genuinely had to get up and go to you in person to see if this was another one of your jokes or if you were being serious — with you, it’s hard to tell.

Isagi, Reo, Hiori, Nanase, Kurona, Niko, Lorenzo, Otoya

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Cry, chuck their phone to the floor, and basically slam the door open to see you. Tears are streaming down their face before they even say a word. You’re not leaving right? Don’t you love them? Please don’t end everything here…Oh it’s just an app?

Still, they’re not forgiving you (lie) for that stunt unless you reassure them that you love them and would never leave them.

Ness, Tokimitsu

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Gasp, out of shock more than anything. Most of them are the ones who came to you in the beginning — meaning they know exactly what you were doing — but it doesn’t matter to them. Disregarding what they said before, they take full offence to the result. They’re already prepared to leave 156 bad reviews on it just for this act of treason. Or they just get pouty for a bit until you comfort them.

Bachira, Shidou, Aryu, Charles

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Didn’t get what you were trying to do to begin with, and maybe still don’t, but they’re glad you’re not actually breaking up with them! It’s barely noticeable unless you watch them like a hawk, but they make the effort to spend more time with you afterwards. They’re not too sure why themselves, thinking it just feels right.

Nagi, Gagamaru

[gisele0127]

Blue locks favorite cuddling positions!

notes: going thru a little writers block. I need more ideas😅

Big spoon

They love holding you close. They also love placing little kisses on your neck and smelling the shampoo from your hair. They find this position very therapeutic.

Chigiri, Sae, reo, kaiser, Karasu

Little spoon

They are not ashamed of loving being the little spoon. They are proud of it :) They love feeling your arms around them because it makes them feel safe and comforted.

Bachira, Kurona, nanase

Him laying on top and suffocating you

He loves messing around with you and playfully knocking the air out of you by jumping onto you. Or when they’re really exhausted from practice and they find you sitting on the couch, they just get on top of you.

SHIDOU, bachira, nagi, Gagamaru

You laying on his chest

You love hearing his heartbeat. They find this position to be very intimate so consider yourself lucky! If they are more muscular then they obvi want you to feel their muscles. He loves playing with your hair and caressing your cheek! (They’re so babygirl)

KUNIGAMI, hiori, rin, aryu, Yukimiya

Doesn’t care as long as cuddling with you!

He doesn’t care what position you guys are in as long as he’s touching you! He wants you to feel comfortable, he doesn’t care if he’s not as long as you’re happy. He loves you so much.

Isagi, Niko, ZANTETSU, tokimitsu

[arxxq]

→ PROLOGUE?! : A FINE LINE...

Mornings were always a blur for Y/N, her alarm blared through the quiet dorm room. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at the time—7:45 a.m.

“Crap. I’m late again.”

She stumbled out of bed, hair a mess and eyes half-open as she scrambled to get dressed. A yawn escaped her as she reached for her glasses, but she paused, stared at them for a second, and tossed them back onto her nightstand. She could manage without them. Maybe.

“Y/N, if you miss homeroom one more time, the teacher’s definitely going to notice,” Izumi called out, her voice muffled from behind a book.

“Not like she can really punish her,” Haruka chimed in, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “She’s practically untouchable with her grades. They need her to make the school look good"

"Yeah, well, straight A’s won’t stop me from getting detention if I miss homeroom again.” Y/n scrambled across the room as she fixed her hair and shoved toast into her mouth.

"Still refusing to wear those?” Izumi asked from the other side of the room, raising an eyebrow.

“They make me look like a damn nerd,” Y/N muttered after finishing the toast in her mouth.

Haruka rolled her eyes. “You’re already a nerd, glasses or not. What’s the point?”

“I’m an eccentric nerd,” Y/N corrected with a grin, grabbing her school bag. “There’s a difference.”

Izumi shook her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Eccentric? Sure. Let’s just hope your eccentricity can get you through the day without any more debates.”

“No promises,” Y/N laughed. “You know Y/n you're really burning the candle at both ends,” Izumi said, peeking over her book. “You’ve got way too much on your plate.”

“I know, I know. I’m just trying to survive the daily chaos.” Y/N pulled on her blazer and threw her bag over her shoulder. “It’s another day of random debates with Reo and listening to Nagi half-asleep in class.”

“You’re going to wear yourself out even more,” Haruka warned, “and we all know what happens when you get burnt out.”

Y/N flashed a tired smile. “Already been there.” With that, she rushed out of the room, sprinting through the hallways of the school. The familiar buzz of students surrounded her, and she ducked and weaved through the crowd, avoiding collisions.

The school halls were alive with the usual morning chaos. Y/N weaved through the crowd, narrowly avoiding a collision with some first-year students. She managed to spot Nanase and Hiori ahead, both looking unusually calm amid the bustle.

“You’re cutting it close again,” Nanase said, a teasing glint in his eye.

Y/N shot him a wink. “What can I say? I like to live dangerously.”

Hiori adjusted his backpack and gave her a look. “Debating with Reo again today?”

“Obviously,” Y/N replied. “I’m this close to convincing him that cereal is definitely not a soup and that pineapple should not be on pizzas.”

Nanase burst into laughter. “You’re relentless.”

“Someone has to keep him humble,” Y/N joked as they made their way into the classroom. “You know Reo won’t stop until everyone agrees with him.” Hiori chimes in.

“And that’ll never happen as long as I’m around.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance. “I’m the voice of reason in this madhouse.”

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It was currently lunch, she was with her group of friends at the moment. “Debating pizza toppings again, Reo? You must be running out of things to defend,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall of the crowded cafeteria. The group around her was buzzing, the usual lunchtime banter in full swing.

Reo Mikage raised an eyebrow, pointing his fork dramatically at her. “Pineapple belongs on pizza. End of story.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Y/N shot back. “It’s a culinary crime. Sweet doesn’t belong with savory, and I’ll die on that hill.”

Isagi Yoichi, her childhood friend, smirked from across the table. “You’re always so opinionated about the weirdest things. Didn’t you argue yesterday that cereal isn’t soup because it’s served cold?”

Y/N gasped playfully. “Because it isn’t, Yoichi! You can’t just throw anything into a bowl and call it soup!”

Nagi, half-asleep beside Reo, lazily pushed his food around his plate. “You guys argue too much. It’s exhausting.”

“It’s not arguing,” Y/N corrected, her tone light and teasing. “It’s debating. There’s an art to it.”

Bachira leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. “OOH I KNOW I KNOW ! Let’s settle this with a penalty shootout. Winner gets to decide the ultimate fate of pizza toppings!”

Chigiri, calmly tying back his hair, shook his head. “Please don’t drag me into this nonsense. Pizza’s best with minimal toppings, and that’s the truth.”

Y/N grinned, but behind the smile, the usual exhaustion was creeping in. Everyone knew her as the lively one—the girl who had an opinion on everything, who excelled without even trying. But nobody saw the weight of it all, the burnout lurking just beneath the surface.

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After a whirlwind day of classes and endless discussions with her friends, Y/N was finally able to retreat to her dorm room. The burnout was catching up with her again—something that had been happening more and more frequently. Everyone expected her to be brilliant, to keep acing her exams, to be the person with all the answers. But no one really saw how exhausting it all was. Haruka, one of her roommates, glanced up from her bed where she was scrolling through her phone, and Izumi, the other roommate, sat at her desk typing away. She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Long day?” Haruka asked, not looking up from her sketch.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Y/N muttered.

“Its the same old, same old," Y/N sighed, flopping onto her bed. “Reo’s still on about pineapple pizza, Nagi’s asleep half the time, and Isagi’s convinced cereal is soup. It’s like I live in a madhouse.” *she groans, bringing the pillow to her face. "And I swear, if one more person asks me for help with their homework, I’m going to scream.”

“Maybe you should start saying no,” Haruka suggested.

“I don’t know how to do that,” Y/N admitted, sighing deeply.

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time, you know. It’s okay to take a break.” Haruka asks.

Y/N smiled faintly, appreciating the concern, but deep down, she knew taking a break wasn’t so simple. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard when people look at you like you’re supposed to pull off miracles every day.”

Izumi sighed, setting her laptop aside. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you. But maybe next time, instead of arguing about pizza, take a nap. It might be more productive.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a bit of the pressure easing off her shoulders. “You might be right. I'll take you up on that”

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Later that night, Most of her roomates were out at the moment. Y/N sat at her desk in the dorm, staring at her laptop deeply. The national pen pal project had kicked off weeks ago, and she still hadn’t sent her first message. It was supposed to help students improve their creative writing, but for her, it felt like an extra task on an already heavy load.

Still, the thought of communicating with someone anonymous was intriguing. It could be a way to finally say things she couldn’t tell anyone else, a way to break free from the constant expectations weighing her down.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N clicked on the email icon, the blank page staring back at her. She began typing.

Dear Pen Pal,

I’ve got to admit, writing to a stranger feels... kind of refreshing. No expectations, no filters, right? I can say whatever I want without worrying about who’s judging me on the other side of the screen.

Anyway, life’s been pretty hectic lately. Everyone thinks I've got everything together because I'm good at a lot of things which not to brag or anything...okay, maybe a little—but I’ve got a ton of interests. Art, music, sports, you name it. Except for one tiny little problem... I’m completely burnt out. Ever feel like you’re good at stuff but don’t really care anymore?, but honestly, it’s exhausting trying to meet all these expectations. It’s like I’m carrying around this giant checklist of things I’m supposed to be good at, and it’s never-ending. It's like you’re just going through the motions? Do you ever feel like that?

Anyway, sorry for the existential rant. I’m not going to say too much about who I am—keeping this anonymous sounds like fun. But let’s just say I’m trying to find a way to balance everything without completely burning out. How’s life on your end?

She reread the message and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wasn’t sure what she expected from this anonymous exchange, but at least it was a chance to let out some of the thoughts that weighed her down. With a small smile, she hit ‘send.’

On the other side of town, Rin Itoshi sat in his quiet dorm, the faint glow of his laptop illuminating the room. The national pen pal initiative wasn’t something he cared about. Soccer and Blue Lock were his priorities, and everything else was just a nuisance to him. Rin stared at the notification on his screen. He didn’t have time for this. With Blue Lock constantly on his mind and the goal of surpassing his brother looming, some random pen pal project was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Still, the email from his assigned pen pal caught his eye at some point so reluctantly he sighed and clicked on it, expecting a bland introduction. But as he read through it, he found himself oddly engaged.

Burnout? Yeah, that was something he could relate to.

He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about what to write. He wasn’t great with words, but maybe this was a chance to say things he couldn’t normally say.

Dear Pen Pal,

Expectations, huh? Yeah, I know that feeling. Everyone’s got their eyes on you, waiting for you to mess up, even when you’re at your best. It’s annoying. But I guess the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.

I don’t really do small talk, so don’t expect long replies from me. I’ll just say this—don’t let them get to you. They don’t know what it’s like to be under constant pressure.

I won’t say who I am either, but let’s just keep it that way. It’s easier not knowing who’s on the other side, right?

He hit ‘send’ and shut his laptop. The quiet returned to the room, but for the first time in a while, Rin felt a strange sense of calm. Whoever this person was, they were just as fed up with the weight of expectations as he was.

Maybe this pen pal thing wouldn’t be as useless as he’d thought.

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