#writing this for you made my soft spot for isagi a whole lot softer š
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ššššš-š-šššš: isagi yoichi + @yoichiris <3
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notes: omg my hand slipped :ā) sorry this took a while !! didnāt want to disappoint isagiās girl <3 hehe hope you like this date + a lil bonus with your man ^_<
isagiāsā¦ stunned, really. he doesnāt actually know what to do.
age seventeen, multiple chances at valentinesā, watching most of his friends get gifts or love notes without getting any himselfāyet today, 14 february, he sees a little folded-up note on his desk, along with a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.
heās beginning to think heās hallucinating. is this for real? part of him thinks itās a gag.
when he opens the love note, heās relieved to find out itās actually addressed to him; iāll always be cheering you on, isagi-kun :)
what makes him even more relieved is the fact that he realises whose handwriting it isāyours. how can he not, when heās been admiring you silently from afar, thinking he could never get someone as beautiful, as kind as you are.
does that mean he can ask you out for valentinesā? no, the more important question is: how does he ask you out without sounding like a creep for knowing exactly what your handwriting looks like?
shit.
later that day, once classes are over and done with, isagi steels his resolve; heās seen you getting several confessions yourself, from other guys in your grade, other guys from his own damn soccer team, even. heās pretty sure heās the only one you gave anything to, though, so he gets a little bit of a confidence boost from that.
when he finally catches up to you near the bus stop afterwards, he calls out your name, and when you turn around heās hit with the sudden realisation that god, youāre so pretty he could just melt right here and itād be worth it.
āyes, isagi-kun?ā
through your eyes, he looks kind of a mess, if youāre being honest; his uniform is buttoned wrongly, his hair is sticking out a little at the side, his cheeks are flushed red as though heās just run a marathon. but heās still handsome, that determined look in his eyes that he wears during his matches is apparent now, and you wonder what for.
isagi doesnāt know how to do this, he doesnāt know what he should say that would be best, but what he does know is that he wants you. wants to be able to hold you close, to lace his fingers through yours, to be able to dedicate goals to you.
with a shaky voice, he chokes out, āthis weekend! y-you wanna go on a date?ā
you giggle, and isagi feels even more flustered.
āa date with me,ā he clarifies, as though he even needs to. that just makes you giggle more, and isagi already has that sound saved into his brainļæ½ļæ½itās his favourite sound now. youāre giving him new favourites just by being alive.
that saturday when heās actually out with you, he finds himself being even more attracted to youāis that even possible? when youāre telling him about your morning and all he can do is stare at you from across the table, appreciating the slope of your nose, and the way your eyes beam at him, and the curve of your lips. he chastises himself internally for thinking of kissing you already.
you make him feel more selfish; isagi has been fine with watching by the sidelines until now, until he actually gets to know you. he wants to keep your laugh for himself, wants that smile to stay on your face and curse anyone who dares to take it from you. your fingers, he wants to hold them, wants to kiss your palm if you ever place them near his lips.
itās all he can think about all dayāyou, what kissing you might feel like, how pretty you are in your casual wear, how he nearly gets a heart attack when you pull him into a photo booth and ask him to take pictures together, sitting as close as you did with him, feeling your bare skin against his; itās new, itās electrifying, it scares him (in a fucking good way).
after knowing you, he canāt go back to the way he was. canāt go back to sitting quietly at the side in silent admiration. canāt risk anyone getting to have you, and he wonders if you feel the same about him too.
āthanks for today,ā you mutter shyly as he walks you home, your house now just a few feet away.
isagi still hasnāt mustered the courage to hold your hand, but he figures he has time. he doesnāt think this is the last date youāll have.
āsee you on monday, isagi-kun,ā you tell him, and he feels like a part of you didnāt want this date to end, but neither did he.
āyoichi,ā he corrects you, and you blink at him. āi want you to call me yoichi.ā
because he doesnāt want you to call him anything less intimate than that.
you smile and say his name, āyoichi,ā and then again he has a new favourite soundāin the way you say his name.
and before this, his favourite sensation was the way the ball leaps off his feet right before he scores a goalābut youāre overwriting everything and now he canāt seem to remember what anything else felt like after he presses his lips on your cheek.
(what he doesnāt know is that itās the same for you.)
his feelings for you hold the same, even five years into the future and heās won his first championship game, scoring the winning goal that sealed the deal.
youāre at the bleachers, in the front row, cheering wildly next to your best friend, and isagi spots you without fail. he beams at you from the field, and you know that itās for youāitās always for you.
everything isagi is, his goals, his dreams, itās always shared with you. for someone who didnāt think heād make a good boyfriend (quoting his own lack of experience), heās pretty darn perfect.
isagi constantly reminds you that heās yours and yours alone, no matter how many girls try to shoot their shot. āyouāre special to me,ā he tells you, cupping your face in his hands, āno one can ever replace you. youāre my girl, okay? my only one.ā
he doesnāt want anyone else but you. forever, for life.
āso isagi, whatās it like being the top striker in japan at such a young age?ā the reporter asks, and isagi chuckles. now that the game is over, it feels all too surreal.
āfucking awesome, actually,ā he answers, earnest.
āwhatās next on your list? whatās your next dream, next goal?ā
isagi doesnāt hesitate, pointing straight at you with that same determined glint in his eyes you remember from way back then. āiām gonna marry her.ā
#writing this for you made my soft spot for isagi a whole lot softer š#sorry if i drifted a lil but !!! couldnāt help it i wanted more sweetness from#himmmmm :āāā)))))#my first time writing isagi have mercy i beg :ā)#ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ aeriās fics !#bllk x reader#isagi x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi x you#isagi x y/n#blue lock x reader
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