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theresatzu · 5 days ago

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Blue Lock characters and the way how they protect you

Starring: Isagi, Kunigami & Rin

Prompt: You're at a party, and you're getting bothered by some guy.

Warnings: Slight harassment, curse words & Isagi Yoichi's colourful vocabulary

Isagi Yoichi

Insults the person and their whole bloodline

Normally, Isagi Yoichi was a calm, put together guy.

But when he's passionate about something, his whole personality does a 180.

And when the people he loves are in danger... well that's enough for him to flip the switch.

"So, what's a beauty like you doing here all alone?"

"I'm not alone now, unfortunately." You sighed, putting on an air of indifference as your eyes drifted away, while looking for a mop of deep blue hair and a sparkling smile.

Unluckily for you, you were met with a self-assured grin and an arrogant set of eyes, which looked you up and down, the lewd intention obvious in his half-lidded gaze.

The guy stepped closer to you. Consequently, your heart hammered faster, your hands turning clammy as you shuffled into your spot.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, but Isagi did not emerge from whatever interview he had to intent.

What's taking him so long?

Your lips twitched in irritation as he leaned in, his filthy breath wafting against your face.

"Alright. That's enough." You snapped, while you gave the guy a harsh shove.

The guy's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Come now, there's no need to act so emotional, let me calm you dow--"

"I think you should calm your tiny ass dick down, before I'll cut it off and shove it down your nasty throat, you filthy schmuck." A harsh voice interjected.

The guy's eyes widened, shocked at the vile use of language, a contrast to the relief that pooled into your chest as a warm, familiar presence reassuringly appeared beside you.

Isagi gently draped his jacket over your shoulders, glaring at the guy, who had been leeringly eyeing them.

Though, when Isagi turned to you, the frustration melted from his face, instead replaced by a heartfelt expression.

His eyes were soft, as he gazed into your eyes, a hint of worry in his irridescent irises.

Seemingly completely having forgotten about the guy's existence, Isagi's eyes were only on you, concernedly looking for any signs of distress.

His hand caressed your cheek, the gesture light and tender, making you instinctively lean into his touch.

He momentarily leaned his forehead against yours, the scent of cinnamon coating your senses.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, love." He murmured. "You don't deserve to be treated this way." At that, his right hand momentarily clenched together, the only indication of his rising frustration.

You smiled weakly, his genuine tone enough to make your knees feel weak and your brain to turn into mush.

"And as for you," Isagi spat, turning to the guy, his voice taking on a harsh and biting tone.

His eyes flashed with enmity, as he glared at the guy.

"I suggest you should shut the fuck up," Isagi sneered, stepping forwards as he pushed himself into the other guy's space.

"Don't think you'll get away with your shitty ass behaviour. Didn't your mother teach you how to treat women, or were you raised by the troll under the bridge? Well," Isagi looked him up and down, his lips downturned.

"You certainly look like you've grown up there. You look like a goddamm rat with your lanky ass hair and your shite posture."

At Isagi's harsh words, the guy was ostensibly taken aback, his hands raised up in the air, as his eyes widened in surprise. "Hey now, I didn't mean it, come on, it's not so deep--"

"Not so deep?" Isagi scoffed, crossing his arms. Yeah, his arms definitely didn't look great in that suit. No, nope. Mhm. Isagi rolled his eyes. Sassily. "Can you believe this guy? Tch."

At Isagi's affronted look, warmth spread throughout your body at the realisation that he was doing this all for you.

However, right now, you were attracting a lot of attention, onlookers and bystanders gaping at the altercation escalating.

However, Isagi seemed far from done, on the contrary, he seemed even more worked-up by now.

He fumed, "I wonder how you even got the audacity and the guts to even approach someone, knowing you look like you emerged from the the trash can yourself, you shitty ass piece--"

"Okay, Yoi, let's go." You chuckled, placing a hand on his arm as mirth coloured your voice, deciding that you'd have to end this interaction before it would actually get you permanently banned from the party.

"Wah, huh?" Isagi pivoted on his spot, but st your amused look, he nodded. "Okay, whatever you want, love."

A grin flitted across your face, eliciting a small, heart-fluttering smile from Isagi. You hooked your arm through his, as you pressed against his side, relishing in the way how his touch alone could simultaneously make your heart speed up and feel at rest.

While you were leaving, neither of you was aware of the utter befuddlement you left in your wake.

One moment, Isagi had turned into a vicious, cursing menace, and the next into a caring, sweet boyfriend.

It was suffice to say that the crowd was shocked into a stunned silence.

Normally, Isagi was a calm and put together guy.

But when he's passionate about something, his whole personality does a 180.

And when the people he loves are in danger... well that's enough for him to flip the switch.

And well, as his eyes squinted at you affectionately as you loudly complained about that absolute asshole, it went without saying that you were definitely part of that category.

Kunigami Reinsuke

Being protective and physical

Kunigami Reinsuke is someone who fiercely loves his significant other. His love burns bright, and he would do anything to see a smile on your face.

But the contrary is true, too. He would do anything within his power to prevent a frown from appearing on your disposition.

You traced your wineglass, impatiently waiting until Kunigami would return from where he was dragged away for some interview.

"Well, well, a rare gem like you can hardly be found anywhere, I'd like to study such an exceptional being like you."

A sleazy guy came up from behind you, uncomfortably close.

Your nose scrunched in disgust at the way how he blatantly put you down as some object.

Nevertheless, your composure remained polite, as you stiffly replied, "no thank you. I'm fine."

The guy chuckled. "You sure are, darling. Why don't we leave this boring party?" His eyes were sly as he eyed you up and down.

You scoffed, thorougly disgusted. "Again, no thanks." And with that, you turned on your heel, briskly marching away.

However, you were obstructed from fleeing the vicinity, as the guy's grimy fingers clasped around your wrist.

Your head span towards him, a scowl flitting over your features. "What do you think you're doing? You insane fuck--"

Though, your words were cut off, as the guy yanked your arm until you were chest to chest with him, noses mere inches apart.

His hand settled onto your middle, hands possessively splayed across your side. You snarled, "What the hell--"

A split second later, three things happened all at once.

Firstly, the guy's nose was punched. He let out a yowling groan as he clutched his nose, blood peering out between his fingers as he staggered a few steps back.

Secondly, you were pushed behind a broad-shouldered body, effectively shielded from the blood sprouting from the guy's face.

And thirdly, the broad-shouldered body was Kunigami, who looked absolutely, raging furious.

"She said no, did she not?" Kunigami said in a low, threatening voice, his features tight.

The guy, who was still clutching his nose, yelled out, "What the hell, man?! What's fucking wrong with you?!"

Kunigami's jaw tensed. "Look, I'll give you one chance to leave, mostly unscathed. I'd suggest you take it."

The guy let out a disbelieving guffaw. "What? Are you saying I'm at fault?" He pointed at you, "She provoked me! That shameless bitch--"

Kunigami did not hesitate.

He did not hesitate when he swung a fist.

He did not hesitate to break the guy's nose.

A sickening crunch filled the ambience, followed by a vocarious scream and a lot of cursing.

"You fucking piece of shit." Kunigami cursed, fiercely pouncing onto the man and decking his face.

The guy fell on the ground due to the force of all the hits, but Kunigami threw himself onto him until they landed on the ground in a flurry of blurry limbs.

Kunigami would've probably punched him unconscious if it weren't for the people separating him with great difficulty from the moaning guy on the ground.

While his arms were straining to struggle himself free, he was forcibly dragged away until he was standing next to you, nose bleeding and sporting a few bruises. But despite being injured, he still looked like he was out for blood.

However, his fierce look didn't deter you. You turned on him, features heavy with worry.

"Kuni, are you okay?" You anxiously eyed him, chewing your lip. You winced at the bruise already blooming above his eyebrow.

Kunigami's eyes widened until they softened imperceptibly. "I'm fine." He said curtly. "Are you?" He eyes roamed his face.

You let out a weary sigh. It really was typical for him to worry about others when he was the one who had been fighting.

"You're bleeding."

"You should see the other guy."

You shook your head, disbelievingly. Grabbing a tissue from a nearby table, you dabbed the blood splatters from his face, pulling your lip slightly.

"Pretty."

"Huh? What did you say?"

The tips of Kunigami's ears turned a suspicious red. "Nothing." He mumbled.

Now it was your turn for a flush to overtake your face.

"I... see. Let's get you patched up, alright?" You placed a hand on his arm, pulling him along.

He widened his eyes in surprise but silently obliged.

As you walked away, you chuckled lightly until it turned into a full-blown delighted laugh.

Kunigami stared at the upturned corners of your lips for a moment, heartbeat pounding in his chest.

Was it a weird thing to say that he felt more exhilarated knowing he was the one who put that smile on your face than beating someone up?

Itoshi Rin

Full on death glare coupled with intimidation

Itoshi Rin is the kind of guy who'd look down on people who don't know any basic manners.

Normally, he'd brush it off, or quietly murmur "lukewarm" underneath his breath. And then proceed on with his day.

But rarely, he'd take personal offence. It was actually difficult to hurt him. He was quite apathetic and aloof.

But that was him. And you were you.

And when it came to you, that façade of indifference easily shattered, because an insult to you, was an insult to him.

"Hey, pretty. Would you like a drink, and perhaps my number?" A hand slithered its way around your middle, a stinking breath that was heavily coated with alcohol hit your cheek.

Your lips twitched. However, you managed to keep your facial features neutral. Barely.

Hopefully, feigned ignorance would do the trick.

"Ah, playing the hard game." The guy clacked his tongue, but you stared straight ahead, set on ignoring him.

The guy scoffed, portraying his brief irritation, before it was replaced with an appaling attempt at a flirtatious tone.

He then leaned in closer, his hip bumping against yours. You stiffened, hand curling tight around your wineglass.

"Why are you so uptight?" The guy continued in that filthy saccharine demeanour of his. "Maybe I should... loosen you up a little..."

At his cryptic tone, you finally turned to him, confused. A slimy grin overtook his lips, the only warning preceding to him stepping deeply into your personal space, hand snaking its way on the lower end of your back.

Surprised, you let out a snarl, skin burning uncomfortably where he was touching you.

"I can already feel you loosen up, baby. Perfect for me." He muttered, leaning in closer and closer, his fingers inching lower and lower--

"What do you think you're doing, you lukewarm chimp?"

Itoshi Rin stepped from behind you, his eyes deceptively inflectionless, an imposing air of authority about him.

"Rin..." You said faintly, relief evident in your voice.

Rin didn't turn around, but the soft touch of his fingers momentarily touching your arm was reassuring.

However, there was no trace of softness in his voice when he spoke to the guy, towering over him due to his height.

The guy shrank in on himself, intimidated by the fierce, cold look in Rin's eyes, yet he still had the gall to open his mouth.

"What's your problem man? She your girlfriend or something?"

He said jokingly, but his voice trembled and his hands were fidgeting.

"Future wife." Rin deadpanned, leaning down until he was effectively glaring into the guy's eyes.

"Oh. Uhm. Look man, I didn't mean it like that, I swear! She was the one who threw herself on me! Maybe you should reign in your crazy little girlfriend, and--"

One moment, the guy was practically cowering before Rin.

The next? He was pushed against the wall, feet dangling a good few centimetres above the ground.

Rin's gaze could only be described as murderous. His shoulders were tense as his arms easily uplifted the guy by his shoulders.

The guy's face turned pale, his mouth hanging wide open.

"Listen up, you dumb donkey. Get it into your thick skull that you are utter trash next to me. Don't even think about hitting on my girlfriend. You got that, you half-baked idiot?"

The guy let out an embarrassing squeak. You had to cover your mouth to stifle the chuckle, threatening to fall off your lips.

By now, the whole commotion had attracted quite the amount of attention, and you felt almost envious that this side of Rin was put on display for anyone to see, rather than being kept for yourself.

Because the fiery, bone-chilling look in Rin's eyes, the protective stance to keep you apart from the grimy guy, and the way how he so easily lifted the other up, as if he weren't any more than a sack of potatoes, was honest to god, goddamn attractive.

Rin scoffed as his eyes narrowed, then, he unceremoniously let go of the guy, calmly walking away towards you.

The guy landed with a harsh thud before he scrambled away.

"Hey. Don't look at him." Rin called out to you. His fingers then gently curled around your wrist, tugging you along, away from the party.

You turned your hand, clasping your fingers with his. A smile broke out on your face.

"So, future wife, huh?"

"... shut up."

If Rin's other hand momentarily disappeared in his pocket, encircling a small box, you didn't mention it.

And if a giddy, hopeful laugh left your lips, Rin didn't mention that either.

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seneon · 2 days ago

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SMOKING CIGARETTES ──── ISAGI YOICHI. college! au. isagi is a burnt-out prodigy, you're a troublemaker.

written for @heartkaji. sweetest eighteen to my favourite pink captain 🖤 i love you with all my heart mars. you're so funny n cool, pls don't ever die. much love. xo, sen.

isagi yoichi leaned against the ledge with a cigarette dangling from his soft cherry lips. he took a long drag before flicking the empty ashes and remnants away, watching it fall into dark nothingness. tired eyes glanced at the stairwell where you emerged from, a tiny little smirk so naked to the eye surfaced from his pool of tiredness.

your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the epitome of a perfect man smoking and it simply piqued your interest just as much as he knew you, the troublemaker ( yet secretly extremely smart ) girl of his college, would spill this exact moment to everyone on campus.

yoichi is well aware of that, yet he still remains silent when you join him to lean against the ledge. the city drags beneath, casting neon glows all around below you.

"may i ask why is the most perfect guy on campus smoking?" you striked a conversation, while yoichi nonchalantly shrug.

"stress relief. and before you lecture me, yes, i know it's bad for me," he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke disperse in the night air.

you stole a glance at him, "so the most perfect people have some kind of pathetic side to them too."

yoichi’s expression twisted into slight annoyance at your harmless teasing, but he didn't correct you. instead, he turned his gaze back to the city skyline, his eyes distant as he contemplated something. "pathetic side? you have no idea," he muttered under his breath, voice barely audible over the wind.

"is it because of all the expectations?"

his body tensed, his knuckles white as he gripped the cigarette a bit tighter, slightly crushing the inside.

"you're the only one who's ever asked me that," he said softly, his tone a bit unguarded for once. he took another drag, the orange tip glowing in the dark before disappearing. a flicker of vulnerability played in his usually steady gaze.

"the expectations... they're suffocating. i'm supposed to be perfect in every way. perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect sports record, perfect future. but sometimes... i just want to fucking break something."

"then... break something," you softly replied, before taking his cigarette out his mouth and putting it on your own.

despite being the college troublemaker, it appears cigarettes are the ones troubling you when your fingers immediately move to take it out, coughing in the process.

the young isagi watched your every move, transfixed, as you coughed and stumbled back, the cigarette still between your fingers. for a moment, he just stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. then, without thinking, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

"you're so fucking annoying," he snatched the cigarette back from you, taking a deep drag. "you can't even smoke right," he muttered, his eyes crinkling at the corners despite his scowl.

"i don't even smoke, mr. perfect," you huffed as he smirked at your admission.

"no shit, troublemaker," he flicked the cigarette over the edge of the roof.

just like every other time, it fell into the darkness below, a small orange dot until it disappeared. "hey, y/n?"

you hummed in response, still tasting the essence of the cigarette in your mouth. yoichi takes another drag for the umpteenth time. "i feel like the world is going to end soon," he steps closer to you, eyes locked onto your very soul as you instinctively take a few steps back.

"don't play with fire."

"too late," he muttered, his eyes glued to yours. he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "i'm already burned.”

the ravenhead paused, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. and all this time, you remained silent, anticipating the next move. something in you tells you that whatever the hell you desire in this moment,

you must fall into a pit of his sufferings. though, that does not sound a bit bad at all. the most perfect student in college is what you've been desiring after all these years of being a troublesome individual to gain a speck of his attention after all.

his hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin in such a gentle caress that the perfect yoichi isagi ceases to exist at this moment. "i'm going to kiss you if you don't tell me to stop."

no words escaped your lips, and he took it as a sign to press his lips against yours. when he kissed you, the feeling of his lips intoxicated you immediately. the flavour of cigarettes and mint all mixed up and in your mouth felt like nothing could ever go wrong ever again.

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reinyy-days · 27 days ago

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go puzzl boy

#art #art tag #bllk #blue lock #digital art #artwork #artists on tumblr #my art #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #bluelock #yoichi isagi #this kinda tuff idk #♡ ; rein's art

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eclipixels · 7 hours ago

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isagi w a moody gf who slanders everyone with him

Slander

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Isagi wigh a moody girlfriend who slanders everyone with him

[948 words]

It’s hot, you’re bored, and Rin Itoshi is existing.

It’s hot. Stupid hot. The kind of heat that makes the air ripple like it’s trying to escape its own existence. The sun is a personal attack. You’re bored. You’re sitting next to Isagi Yoichi on the metal bleachers, which are probably violating several safety codes for surface temperature. Your legs are lazily propped up on the row below you, and you’re sipping lukewarm water from a bottle like it’s fine wine and you’re watching a midsummer Shakespeare production in Central Park.

“Why is he running like he’s trying to escape his emotions,” you mutter, eyes tracking Rin as he bolts down the field like someone just told him joy is contagious.

Isagi snorts beside you, one leg bouncing like he’s either stressed or just too wired to sit still. “That man’s sprinting like happiness is a threat chasing him.”

You laugh, sharp and cruel. “You think he practices his facial expressions in the mirror? Like—” you contort your face into the perfect, brooding Rin Itoshi grimace, complete with a thousand-yard stare.

Isagi nearly chokes on his sports drink. “Babe stawpppp. You know he has older brother issues”

“Ichi,” you say, deadpan, “he looks like a tax auditor in a football jersey.”

You both watch as Rin kicks the ball into the net with enough force to probably commit a war crime. He doesn’t celebrate. Just stands there like he's mourning the goalpost’s family.

“Why does he always look like he’s beefing with air?” Isagi adds, now fully committed to the slander.

“He’s fighting his demons. And losing.”

You both burst out laughing, and a few players glance your way. Rin just looks up at you two, expression unreadable.

“You think he’s plotting how he’s gonna kill us?” You nudge your egoist boyfriend.

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” He shrugs.

“He’s one bad day away from wearing a black turtleneck and writing spoken word poetry about ‘betrayal’ and ‘the inevitability of rot,’” Isagi says, and honestly you can see it.

You turn to him, dead serious. “We need to stop.”

“We really do,” he agrees. And then adds, “...but like, just one more.”

You both dissolve into giggles again, nearly doubled over on the bench. And maybe it’s messed up and you’re both objectively horrible people but when Isagi leans over and presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin? You feel like this is the healthiest relationship you’ve ever had. Isagi Yoichi’s hand is warm in yours, but his mouth is on fire.

Kaiser walks by and that’s when Isagi really wakes up. You both watch in synchronized loathing. You both go quiet. Not because you’re scared, but because the slander file for Kaiser is a thick one, and requires a moment of reverence. Kaiser is different. Rin is a sad boy. But Kaiser? He's insufferable. The kind of guy who unironically quotes Nietzsche during warmups and thinks it makes him profound. The kind of guy who smells like designer cologne and trauma.

“There goes the human embodiment of an overpriced vape.” You roll your eyes as he walks past.

“He looks like he’d ghost you after three dates and then post a story saying ‘loyalty is rare’ while wearing Gucci flip-flops.”

You snort, barely suppressing the wicked grin stretching across your face as you look at the blond across the field.

“I saw him post a picture the other day captioned ‘the sun shines because I exist.’”

Yoichi blinks. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was. Bro thinks he’s God’s favorite when he’s just a walking narcissism test.”

You both watch as Kaiser dramatically flicks his hair after scoring a goal in practice.

“Bro celebrates like he just earned a nobel prize every time he taps in a goal someone else set up,” Isagi mutters.

Your eyes narrow. “He’s got NPC energy but the kind that thinks he’s the protagonist.”

Isagi adds on. “He's a cutscene character tryna speedrun main story.”

“He moans his own name during sex. I know he does.”

“No, no, he’s the type to say, ‘You’re welcome’ after.”

You both break down laughing, giggling like you’re in on some secret that would probably get you ejected from the stadium if anyone overheard. You're chaos incarnate together, one braincell, and it's being shared exclusively for slander.

Isagi’s eyes sparkle. He loves this. He loves you—sharp tongue, mean streak and all. The way your voice goes up when you’re mid-insulting, the way your eyes gleam when you say something truly heinous. The fact that you’ve declared war on everyone who’s ever tried to outshine him.

“Do you ever think we’re just… bad people?” you ask suddenly, smiling softly.

“Absolutely,” He says without hesitation. “But we’re bad people together, so it cancels out.”

Yoichi pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Bachira skips over, chipper as hell. “I brought snacks!”

You and Isagi share a look.

“You’re the kind of guy who’d share gummy worms during a hostage situation.” Isagi laughs, opening the box of nerds Bachira generously gave.

“Or get recruited by a cult and think it’s a youth group.” You added on.

Bachira just laughs like it’s a compliment. He's lucky you actually like him.

Later, when practice ends and you’re walking back with Isagi, your hand slips into his. There’s a quiet warmth there.

“You know,” he says, squeezing your fingers, “I think I’d actually go insane if you weren’t here.”

“Really?”

“Mhm! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” He smiles, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration before adding, “...and the worst thing that’s happened to everyone else.”

And really, that’s all you ever wanted to be.

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checkerredflannel · 12 hours ago

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DMC Slop 💖

Hiori Gyatt (Karasu makes sure Otoya doesnt live for the next day)

Egoist 4 Road Trip

Otoya w/ gang

the minds of kurona & kiyora

kurokiyo extrabits

based on fic written by @gabugaburonaa:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62733061/navigate

sorry for lack of updates, @gabugaburonaa and i have been going on a bunch of dates hehe

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rose-nympho · 3 months ago

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

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oo-mi-ru-oo · 2 days ago

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Blue Lock art~💙

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kxsagi · 1 day ago

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Hear me out, making stupid bets with isagi just to kiss him like "i bet if i miss this shot you have to kiss me" or "i bet if i can left you up, you have to kiss me" and then it gradually becomes a thing between the two🤭

“𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞”

a/n: i see you cath 🙂‍↕️

(ahhhh i wish i knew art credits so sorry!)

you and isagi had always shared a playful energy, but lately, you’d been getting creative with your bets, finding increasingly ridiculous ways to get him to kiss you.

one afternoon, you were practicing shots on the field. isagi was off to the side, watching intently, his eyes following every movement. you smirked, an idea popping into your head.

“hey, i bet if i miss this shot, you have to kiss me,” you said, giving him a teasing look as you set up for your next attempt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “you’re just looking for an excuse to get me to kiss you,” he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“maybe,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “but we’ll never know unless you take the bet.”

he sighed, a mock-annoyed expression crossing his face. but the smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. “fine,” he agreed, his tone filled with amusement. “if you miss, i’ll kiss you.”

you took a deep breath, focusing on the ball. without much confidence, you shot… and missed by a mile. you barely had time to process it before isagi was already standing in front of you, his presence towering as he cupped your face with a soft, knowing smile.

“guess you lost,” he murmured, and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours.

the kiss was slow, tender, and just the right amount of electric. for a moment, the world fell away, leaving nothing but the warmth of his touch and the softness of his kiss. when he finally pulled away, you blinked up at him, your heart racing.

“you really had to rub it in, huh?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to regain your composure.

“you missed the shot,” he teased, leaning back with an exaggerated shrug. “i kept my end of the deal.”

you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “yeah, yeah. but i’m definitely going to make the next bet a lot more interesting.”

the next day, you were sitting on the sidelines when isagi strolled over, a mischievous glint in his eyes. without warning, he bent down, his face dangerously close to yours.

“i bet if i can lift you up, you have to kiss me,” he said, his grin widening.

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “is that so? getting cocky, are we?”

“what’s wrong, don’t think i can do it?” he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

you met his playful challenge with a shrug. “fine. but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

without hesitation, isagi scooped you up, lifting you with ease. your breath caught in your throat, a mix of surprise and something else swirling in your chest. his arms were strong, steadying you as his smile grew even more confident.

“well, well, looks like i won,” he said, his voice low as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that sent a spark through your veins.

this kiss was different – more confident, more eager. it was slower, deeper, and you couldn’t help but melt into him, feeling his warmth and strength against you.

when he finally set you back down, you took a step back, pretending to cross your arms with a pout. “you’re really good at this,” you said, though the playful smile tugging at your lips gave you away.

isagi grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “guess you’ll have to make the next bet even more interesting,” he teased.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the excitement bubbling up inside you. each bet was more absurd than the last, but each kiss? each kiss felt better than the one before.

and as much as you loved teasing him, it was clear that the real game had become about finding any excuse, no matter how ridiculous, to kiss each other again.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #isagi blue lock #kiss me more

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tsukimirecs · 7 months ago

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BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. creds for divider

itoshi rin

because you're my muse

wallet

make you mine

nodus tollens

nothing more than lovesick

supernatural

mutual support

jealousy

itoshi sae

seabird

devotion

us, again

it would have been sweet

find love

freefall

valentines

michael kaiser

five dates and a proposal

sweet nothings

stench

red

what does it mean if i can't write a love letter?

it's like i'm painting pictures the way i picture paint

pulling pigtails

yoichi isagi

say you love me

fake it 'til we make it

football for dummies

lost

wednesdays with you

skirt physics

seishiro nagi

your attention on me, please!

flight of the navigator

hell or glory, i don't want anything in between

lullaby

his favorite character

good luck charm

reo mikage

sharing secrets in the dark

your tequila lips is my idea of luxury

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itoshiexx · 5 months ago

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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 :)

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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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theresatzu · 18 hours ago

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Blue Lock characters and you living rent-free in their mind

Featuring: Isagi, Rin & Reo

Warnings: OOC? Probably. Cursing in Rin's.

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Isagi Yoichi

Lowkey goes crazy because he can't think about anything or anyone else. Every little thing is somehow tied to you. It's as if getting to know Isagi can't go without knowing you.

As with most things, it started small.

Like when Isagi went out for lunch with his trusted friends, and he saw a certain dish on the menu he knew you'd like.

Or when he'd bypass a shop, see a shawl, and remember that you'd mentioned you liked it in passing.

Then, his thoughts started to... change.

He started to wonder if you'd like a certain shirt he'd bought, or what you'd think about a tactic he came up with in football.

Those were all innocent things, just small matters he liked to ponder about. But it didn't stay that way.

But at some point, he began to feel more... conscious of himself when you were near. His fingers would rake through his hair, wondering if you liked the more roguish or put-together style.

He would stand in front of the mirror a bit longer, nervously straighten out any wrinkles, trying to look his utter best.

Although it was difficult, he tried to temper his football enthusiasm with you. He knew he could ramble on and on about tactics, plays, and chemical reactions, but he was scared he would drive you away with his overwhelming zealousness.

But well, he stayed a football geek, and reeling himself in wasn't really something he excelled at. But when you reassured him with a gentle voice and a sparkle in your eyes, after he abashedly and profusely apologised for droning on about football that it was okay, he could've sworn he could feel his heart beat out of his chest.

If there was any moment in time, in which he could exactly pin-point when he'd fallen for you, he would most definitely say that the moment you indulged him in his football freakiness, and even proffered some excitement yourself, was the exact moment.

Because from there on out, his thoughts took a deep, deep dive.

At random moments during the day, he'd think about how your hands felt in his, or how ethereal you looked like in the setting sun. He'd zone out, the faint ringing of your laughter playing in his ears like a broken record.

Even during training, you would invade his mind. Even sometimes resulting in him messing up a goal opportunity or pass. Then his teammates would snicker loudly and claim that he was too head over heels to get his head in the game.

Well, they weren't wrong.

At night, when he was worn-down from training or an interview, his thoughts would drift to you again.

He'd think about the satisfied noise you made when you ate something you liked, or when he returned from training and your eyes would light up, a sight that never really got boring.

He'd think about how your lips looked like when your mouth stretched into a big smile, or when you were annoyed and your lips frowned in that particular adorable way.

Or how your lips would feel like on his.

How soft they would feel, against the curve of his bottom lip, how they would part when his mouth moved, kissing you more deeply, more passionately, more fervently, until those hums would leave your throat that made his head reel, and then he'd move to your jaw, peppering kisses along the slope of it, inching slowly and slowly towards your neck, a sigh leaving your mout--

Isagi sat up. Heart in his chest and pounding a hundred miles a minute. His eyes were wide open, but the image of you pressed against him was still seared in his mind.

He touched his lips. The phantom touch of your lips lingering there. He swallowed, feeling a strange sense of loss.

He blinked a few times, still trying to come to terms with what the hell he was just thinking about.

What did this mean?

Was he disrespecting you in this way?

Knowing this, what if you didn't want to see him anymore?

His heart halted, his pacing coming to an abrupt standstill.

He frowned. He wasn't the best with emotions, but even he knew how he felt about you by now. But what should he do? Tell you? And risk rejection?

At the thought of you rejecting him, his chest contracted painfully together, as if a freight train had crashed into him.

No, no. He should just suck it up. Think about... about... football! Yeah, that would nicely take his mind off of you. He'd just ignore all the bodily reactions he got and keep a reasonable distance for friends.

He tried to ignore his heart sinking in his chest at the word friends.

But well, he'd deny any allegation about him sleeping terribly that night was due to something as silly as thoughts.

He was fucked, wasn't he?

The next day, you met up again, right before he would hang out with his friends.

When he saw you in the distance, waving sweetly at him with a big grin stretched across your face, his pulse sped up, and his cheeks flushed.

Alright, you can do this. Isagi hyped himself up, a grin of his own forming on his face.

Then, you gave him a hug, arms around his waist, body pressing flush against him.

His brain short-circuited.

You pulled away, and he caught himself reaching out to you again. He quickly clenched his hands at his sides, his lips slightly downturned, lamenting the loss of your warmth.

"Yoi, is something wrong?" You searched his eyes, a frown tugging at your lips.

Isagi swallowed, his gaze flicking momentarily to your lips and then hastily to your eyes.

"I'm... uh, fine! Just thinking about uhm... a new football tactic."

You shook your head, a grin on your face. "You and football. That's all you can think about, huh?"

Isagi laughed awkwardly.

If only you'd know.

"So... uhm, should we go out for lunch? That restaurant you mentioned last week?" Isagi proffered, changing the subject.

"Yeah, sure! Let's go!"

You wrapped your hand around his, fingers interwoven, as you pulled him along.

Isagi's soul left his body.

"You know, I think Y/n would like that smoothie, it's her favourite flavour. You think I can order it and take it with me?" Isagi absentmindedly said.

"Y/n, huh?" Hiori echoed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Didn't ya have a date earlier this mornin' with her?"

"Mhm."

Then, realising what he said, Isagi shot up, face red, as he stammered, "Uh no. We just... hung out. Like perfectly good friends. Yeah. Friends. Perfect. Perfect? Did I say perfect? Well, yeah, she is perfect, but that's not the point, what I meant to say was--"

"Oh, you have it bad." Bachira mused, all the while Hiori and Kurona cackled in the background.

"What? I don't have it bad, I just... like her, okay?" Isagi huffed, crossing his arms petulantly.

"Oh yeah?" Bachira raised his eyebrows, tilting his head, amused. "Then please tell me how your thinking about her 25/7 and your embarrassing rambling can be compartmentalised underneath "liking"?"

"He's in love, your honour." Hiori snorted.

"He's been pining all this time, and he didn't even notice, notice." Kurona remarked, a glimmer in his eyes.

"What?! No! And it's not embarrassing! You're embarrassing!" Isagi huffed.

The three looked at him, identical looks of amusement on their faces.

That was too much for Isagi to handle. "Shut up, shut up!" His face was now full-blown on red.

Dismissing his outburst, Bachira asked, "so, what, are you going to ask her out?"

It became dead quiet.

"I... uh..."

"He's goin' to wuss out." Hiori observed.

"Menace on the field, loser in real life, life." Kurona nodded sagely.

"I want to, really, believe me..." Isagi said, a conflicted expression on his face.

Because the thought of you and him being official, did horrible, horrible things to his heart.

Waking up with you first thing in the morning, being the first person to see you in your unguarded state, or making breakfast together and snuggling together on the couch while watching football matches, holding hands and spending holidays together, just the two of you--

"Aaaand he's doin' it again."

"Earth to Isagi?" A hand aggressively waved in Isagi's face.

Isagu spluttered, taken aback, almost falling out of his chair.

"This!" Bachira pointed at his face, wearing a triumphant look, "This is what I meant! This dopey, lovesick look! There's no way you just like her!"

Isagi made a face. "I don't wear a "dopey, lovesick look"."

"I bet Y/n would like it, though."

Isagi visibly perked up. "Really?"

Then, realising he'd been baited, he groaned. "Shut up."

"We weren't saying anything." Bachira's eyes twinkled.

"You were thinking something."

"Yeah, 'bout how you should just ask her out!" Hiori cut in, "Don't know what the big deal is, when she'll say yes for sure!"

Bringing his hands away from his face, Isagi said, voice small, "You think?"

"..."

"...thanks guys."

"Well, we don't know for sure she'll say yes, but you're a great guy!" Bachira patted his back, exchanging pointed glances with Hiori and Kurona.

"But, what if she rejects me?" Isagi frowned, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Then ya will stay friends, right?" Hiori chimed in. "She wouldn't just cut contact with ya, right? I don't think she's that kind of person."

"No." Isagi sighed. "No, she's amazing. Of course she wouldn't. She'll probably just smile and reassure me, with her pretty eyes and pretty laugh, and her pretty face. Or she would ask me about football, because you know, she's thoughtful like that, or we would hang out together again, maybe go to that new arcade she's seen--"

"Yeah alright, that's enough, lover boy." Bachira snorted.

"He can't help it, he's too in loooveee." Hiori teased.

"Shut up!"

"I can't shut up, because I'm Isagi and I'm too head over heels to ever shut up about the girl I love, and I'm a total loser--"

Isagi groaned, covering his ears to muffle the incessant teasing of his friends.

But between you and me, Isagi knew his friends were totally right.

He was totally in love with you, and he was constantly thinking about you.

And maybe, just maybe, he would admit that to you one day.

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Itoshi Rin

Mad denial. This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him than say that he had feelings. He'll literally distract himself, training thrice more than ever, just to avoid thinking about you. Because with feelings? He was utterly hopeless.

The first time Itoshi Rin caught himself thinking about you in a particular way, he immediately froze.

Woah, stop. His mind said. This isn't good.

So, Itoshi Rin went back to the gym after having already spent three hours in it and went back to his gruelling sets. All to just take his mind off of you.

Because you were a distraction.

It was not because he didn't know what to do, when his hands would turn up all clammy, or how his face would turn his embarrassing red. No. 'Course not. Pfft.

And when you'd meet up, and he saw you in your new clothes, his eyes would linger a second longer, cheeks flushing red.

It suits her, his mind unhelpfully supplied.

"You look like shit." Is what Itoshi Rin said instead.

When you showed up at his game, Rin almost choked.

There you were, wearing his jersey, cheering him on.

A warmth coated his chest.

Rin went still. Mortified.

"Tch. Lukewarm." He grumbled to no one in particular.

His teammates exchanged glances, wondering what they had done now to elicit Itoshi Rin's ire.

During the game, Itoshi Rin was focused. But when he scored, his eyes unconsciously slid over to you.

As you cheered exuberantly, a perceptive onlooker would have noticed the barest of hints of Itoshi Rin's lips quirking up.

Then, Rin caught himself, mouth immediately forming a scowl.

During break, Rin sipped his water, damp hair sticking to his temples.

As his teammates were recounting the first half and discussing tactics, his mind involuntarily went back to you.

The way his jersey hugged your figure, the way a genuine smile flitted over your face, and the way your eyes twinkled so zealously when he'd scored, like a child excited for Christmas.

"What are you thinking about, Rin?" Isagi asked him.

Rin was startled out of his thoughts. "Nothing."

"Ah, you sure?" Isagi teases.

Rin went really, really still. Before he exploded.

"Yes, I'm sure. Shut up! Play better! And don't get in my way! Better yet, just step off the field. You're an eyesore, and you're so damn bad, you're not even annoying anymore, you lukewarm NPC."

Stunned, Isagi's lips parted, but Rin had already strode away.

Did he go overboard there? Maybe.

Did he care? No.

But what he did care about was that a player of the opposing team approached you.

You just had to be friends with everyone else, right?

Of course you were. That's just the kind of amazing, kind person you were--

No. Nope. Nuh uh. Not today. Not ever. Think about anything else. Football. Crush Isagi Yoichi. Be the best striker, defeat Itoshi Sae. Not necessarily in that sequence, but enough to take his mind off--nooo. No.

Despite vowing to himself, he wouldn't look. He still occasionally glanced somewhere in that direction that you just happened to be in.

Rin's eyes narrowed as you chatted cheerily with the other player. A grin was on your face as you playfully shoved him.

Rin's heart sunk.

From disgust, obviously.

Scoffing, Rin threw his bottle away, uncaring about how the team's assistant scrambled to pick it up, apologising profusely to the people surrounding them.

"Fucking half-baked donkeys." He cursed.

The people around him were stunned.

"Itoshi Rin, yellow card."

Rin dusted himself off, standing up from the ground.

"What the hell, man?!" The player from the opposite team yelled out indignantly.

Tsking, Rin turned to him, his face impassive.

"Small fry like you don't deserve to play against me. So keep away from her."

Then, Rin stalked off.

"Wah, huh?" The player was flummoxed. "What the hell is he talking about?!"

No one knew.

"You're crazy!" He shouted at number ten.

But Itoshi Rin didn't hear it. He was too sunken in his thoughts, fists clenching when he recalled the gleeful look on your face, one that wasn't directed at him but at that worthless piece of shit.

You should just look at him. Only at him. No one else. No one else was deserving of your gaze.

"Rin! What's up with you?!" Isagi, the pest, ran up to him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. You're the problem, you meddlesome bug." Rin spat.

Isagi's eyes narrowed. A thoughtful expression crossing his face. Sadly, he didn't take offence to Rin's insults.

"It's about her, isn't it?" His eyes subtly drifted over to where you were sitting in the VIP box.

Clenching his teeth, Rin stalked up to him, his hand sinking into Isagi's jersey as he lifted Isagi off the ground.

"No, it isn't about her!" Rin's eyes spat fire. "Shut your damn mouth and focus on the game already."

"Woah. Chill out, dude." Isagi's eyes widened.

"Tch."

But as Rin shot a sidelong glance at you, it was clear that his focus wasn't on the game at all.

Rin sucked in a sharp breath, willing his mind to focus.

The player he had accidentally tackled was taking a penalty right now.

He took a step back, brought his leg back, and shot.

"GOALLL!!"

Rin's jaw tensed.

From the corner of his periphery, he saw you clap your hands.

Tch. How annoying.

"Just look at me. Only me." He mumbled.

Cheer me on. No one else. No one else but me.

He would score more goals than the rest of them, just you wait. Just so you wouldn't look at anyone else.

The referee whistled.

Just wait. Just wait and see.

His feet thrummed over the ground, his focus sharpened and sharpened, until all he could see was the goal.

"Rin, what are you doing?!"

"Pass the ball!"

"Don't charge in alone!"

Rin ignored his teammates' calls, dribbling past players and tearing down their defence.

Four defenders. Three. Two.

Until it was just him and the keeper.

Rin shot.

He scored.

His eyes drifted to you. You clapped.

Harder than for that other goal, he noted with just the tiniest hints of vindication.

Nevertheless, it didn't his heart from quickening.

"Rin. Good job." Isagi commented, approaching him.

Rin turned to him, his face inflectionless.

"You're slow today. Try to keep up."

Having been used to his antics, Isagi only shook his head.

Then he gestured with his head at the stands, a Look in his eyes.

"There's no trying to keep up. There's only trying to take." He raised his eyebrows. "Shoot your shot. And stop being so stubborn. Anyone with eyes can see you love her. Do something about it. Your lovesick behaviour is detrimental to the team."

Rin's breathing involuntary sped up.

Do something about her...? Like what, like invite her to more games? Spend more time with her? Kiss her--

Rin's brain screeched to a halt. An embarrassing flush appeared on his neck.

It was from fury, obviously.

Naturally, he directed said fury at one Isagi Yoichi.

"Tch. Go away with your stupid puns. I don't need your dumb advice, you amateur." Rin said snidedly, crossing his arms.

Isagi sighed. "How long will you stay in denial?"

Bristling, Rin sneered, "I'm not in denial about anything."

"He said in denial." Isagi murmured, before walking off.

Tch. How annoying.

He'll show him who exactly was in denial.

After he would be done today, the only thing in denial would be Isagi's salary.

"GOALL!! ITOSHI RIN'S FIFTH GOAL! HE'S ON A ROLL TODAY, LADIES AND GENTS!"

Rin wiped the sweat off his face, heaving heavily.

Then, the whistle blew.

End of game.

Rin let out a relieved breath. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.

His muscles were straining, sweat was pooling off of him, and he was beginning to see black spots. Not at all concerning.

He pushed past people, their words falling on deaf ears.

"Rin." Rin let out a perfunctory sigh. Ah yes, the bane of his existence. Rin turned around.

"You really did well today." Isagi once again walked up to him, undeterred by the threatening looks Rin was shooting him.

"I guess I was wrong. You're not in denial. Anyone can see why you scored so many goals."

"What."

"Maybe it's about time you realise, too." Isagi nodded, his eyebrows raising expectantly. He looked over Rin's shoulder. Rin followed his gaze. He froze.

"Good luck."

Then, as the fucking traitor he was, he left.

Rin stared at you, lips slightly parted and eyes slightly widened.

"Rin, you did amazing." You complimented softly, stepping closer to him.

Rin took a step back, feeling heat crawling up his neck.

Your scent invaded his nostrils, and Rin could feel himself involuntary lean in.

Ah no. Nope.

Feeling himself stiffen up, Rin pushed you back, not too hard, but enough to give him free space.

His ears were tinted red, as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. "I don't love you."

He then turned around and stalked away.

Stunned, you looked at his retreating back, then at the jacket in your hands that he'd just shoved at you.

You smiled softly. He'd noticed. Of course he had.

It had been a windy day, extraordinarily cold on the stands. Rin must'e noticed this. Even while he was playing and metres apart, he still had noticed. He always did.

This man would literally say Isagi was a better striker than him, than say that he had feelings.

But this man would literally score five goals to show he loved you, then see you smile at another man.

If that wasn't love, then what was?

But well, he was still Itoshi Rin.

He was still in denial.

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Mikage Reo

Once he notices how often you're on his mind, he'll come up with this big plan to woo you.

But Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

The thing with Mikage Reo was, was that he was quite perceptive.

He could easily distinguish between the debilitating moods of his competitive teammates or notice the discrepancies between a client that was about to be won over or who'd absolutely throw in the towel.

So it came as no surprise that Reo would make sense of his emotions and feelings early on, too.

He'd notice how his thoughts would revolve more about you when he was sitting in tedious company meetings or when he'd pulled off another copy move during football, wondering what you'd think of it.

Or the way the residual embers of your touch on his skin lingered even hours after.

Or perhaps it was the simple way you treated him.

Not like the future CEO of Mikage Corporation. Not like the personal butler friend who'd get exploited in turn for companionship.

No. Just him. Reo.

You treated him as if the person underneath mattered more than the things he could offer. You'd surprise him by insisting you needn't go out to some fancy restaurant because you preferred his cooking and his company over that of a buzzing hub.

Or the way you didn't shy away when the responsibilities that came with the Mikage name threatened to put pressure on you, always staying with him during thick and thin.

You treated him as if he were a normal person for once, but it made him feel special all the same.

That's why he had made up this elaborate plan to properly court you and to win over your affections. So you'd know you were as special to him as he was special to you.

So, this plan had to be flawless.

Because Reo was nothing if not a perfectionist.

Reo had mentally stored a list of what you'd mentioned you liked. It ranged from favourite food to favourite countries and languages all the way to your preference of how you specifically wanted your coffee.

And well, somewhere on the list, stood amusement park.

So, he just had to rent it out. Easy peasy.

But what came after? Did he need to order some stalls to prepare your favourite food? Yes, totally. But what if your cravings differed that day? And what about the weather? What if it rained, or it was smoking hot, and you'd have a terrible time?

And what if you didn't even want to go to an amusement park? And if you did want to go to one, which one would you like better? Orlando? Legoland? Disneyland? Which Disneyland? In France, Japan, or America?

And the day mattered, too. Not Friday the Thirteenth, or on a Monday. Mondays are dreary. But Saturdays were for football games, and Sundays were a tricky bit with his company events and meetings.

And what... if you didn't even want to go with him?

Reo wanted to pull out his hair.

At last, he finally had finalised his plan.

First of, the date of the event would be on Friday the ninth of May. He'd taken a peek in both his and yours agendas, and you were both free, with him having no games that weekend and you being on a break from university.

He'd wake up at 8 am, then let his personal chef prepare your favourite breakfast. Around ten, you'd leave for Tokyo, where Disneyland was located.

During the trip, he'd prepared several board games and movies you could watch, including the newest ones that haven't been launched yet.

And when you'd arrive, at around twelve, the perfect time to eat lunch, he had found a commendable kaiseki restaurant nearby that should be up to your tastes.

In the meantime, his assistant would take care of checking in at the hotel for him, giving him ample time to explore the city with you.

At around 6 pm, there was a light show scheduled at the outskirts of the city. He would order his assistants to bring out blankets and a comfortable stretcher.

It would be some sort of picnic, with Yakitori and Sukiyaki served. Really romantic if he said so himself. That was sure to make you swoon.

Afterwards, you would return to the hotel and turn in for the night, preparing for the flurry of activities he'd planned the day after in Disneyland.

Because Disneyland was such a hot commodity, queues were a given. And he hated queues. Obviously, he got VIP cards. He could then immediately showcase that he was capable and thoughtful, qualities any woman liked in a man, right?

The rest of the day would then be spent with enjoying the attractions, your smile, the shows, the food, your smile, and the parades.

And then... he'd rented out the ferris wheel at exactly 8 pm. The same time at which the firework show started.

Then, when your cabin had reached the highest point, he'd confess his feelings to you and ask you to be his girlfriend.

And then--

"Reo?"

Startled, Reo's dreamy smile was wiped off of his face. He quickly scrambled upright, eyes widening when he took note of all the papers of his grand plan strewn about his floor.

You knocked, worried voice sounding through the door. "Are you alright there, Reo? You've been there for quite a while."

"Oh, uh... I'm fine... just doing some cleaning!" Reo lied, straight through his teeth.

"Shit..." He cursed. There was no way he could clean this mess up without being suspicious.

"I'm coming in, alright? Ba-Ya made this delicious meal, and I'm sure you'll like it."

"Ah, uh... alright! Come on in!" Reo puffed, pushing his hair out of his face after practically speed cleaning his room.

You came in, peeking your head through the door opening.

"Ah, hi, Y/n!" Reo waved at you, beckoning you to come in.

You frowned. Noting his flushed deposition and his stiff posture. "Are you sure you're alright...? You look a bit... worked up."

"Me? What? I was just... doing some push-ups, you know, for training."

"For training." You raised an eyebrow.

"Yep! Ah, is that for me?" Reo pointed at the platter with steaming food in your hands. "Delicious, thank you!"

He took it from you, wincing underneath his breath when he almost burned his fingers.

You watched him with a pained face, debating whether or not you should help him.

Then, your eyes fell on a piece of paper, sticking out from underneath his desk.

"Hey... what's this?" You crouched down, pulling out the paper.

"What's what?" Reo turned to you, glancing at the paper in your hands.

His face turned pale.

Oh fuck.

"Disneyland?" You read aloud, a contemplative frown on your face. "Favourite foods and snacks. Five-star hotel and ferris wheel?" You looked at him, a questioning look in your eyes.

"What's this?"

"I... uh. Nothing! Here, let me take that from you." Reo nervously snatched the paper from your hands.

"Wait a second... Mikage Reo... are you planning a date?"

Reo went very, very still.

"Oh, you so are! So, who's the lucky person?"

"..."

"Come on, you can tell me! Is it one of your business dates? Or that heiress your father picked out? Or..." You wiggled your eyebrows. "Is it Nagi?"

Reo spluttered, "Wah? No, no! And it's also not Nagi... it's..." He trailed off, turning his head to hide his reddened cheeks.

Reo sighed, resigning himself to this terrible, terrible fate.

"You."

"Ha, ha, how funny--wait what?" The amusement faded out of your eyes, replaced by shock.

Reo's jaw tensed. "I planned this for you."

"For... me?! What for? Oh no, what did I do this time?" You joked.

"For being you." Reo shrugged.

"I wanted to tell you I liked you this way." Reo admitted, but then immediately cringed internally.

Great. He was supposed to be the charming and eloquent heir of Mikage Corporation, yet he couldn't even properly tell you he fancied you! Oh, this was just humiliating, no borderline mortifying--

And then, you laughed.

Your shoulders shook as a big grin stretched across your face. The clear chuckles streaming out of your mouth, making Reo's heart race.

"I... I can't be... believe you made up this plan!" You laughed.

Reo frowned, almost sulking.

"What do you mean with that? I... I thought I included everything you like!" Reo's face was now synonymous with a tomato.

You wiped a tear from your face. "Oh Reo, this sounds like a honeymoon."

"So?"

"For newlyweds."

"I still don't see your point."

You sighed, but it was good-natured. "Reo, if you like me, you can just say it. You don't have to come up with this whole plan."

"But... you deserve this! I wanted it to be special."

You shook your head. "Listen Reo, the plan's thoughtful and romantic. But I don't feel special because of that."

Reo opened his mouth to argue, but you trudged on.

"I feel special because you make me feel special. You continuously remind me of how highly you think of me, and this plan is only a testament to that."

Glancing at the paper, you were slightly taken aback at the sheer amount of activities planned, all up to detail and exact minute, too.

Your heart warmed at the thought of how much effort Reo must've poured into this, remembering all your likes and dislikes and planning it down to the very minute.

It was so Reo, but it was also over the top, and sometimes you would need to be the one to step in and reel him back in.

You looked up, eyes locking with Reo's hopeful ones. "You can just say you like me, and I'll feel special all the same."

You gently reminded him, taking his hand in yours. "You're enough on your own. You don't have to come up with a whole plan."

"Well... if you prefer it this way..." Reo exhaled deeply. Then, he looked up, his eyes gazing in yours as he stepped closer, hands coming to hold yours.

"Y/n, I think you're the most special, amazing girl in my life. You're kind, thoughtful, and you motivate me day and day to do my best and to live my life to its fullest. You continuously remind me that I'm not only the overachiever in school or the heir of Mikage, but that I'm also just me. Reo. Your Reo, if you'll have me."

A genuine smile spread over your face. "I like the sound of that." You nudged his shoulder. "My Reo. My boyfriend."

Reo's heart thrummed in his chest at the label, a zip going up his spine.

Yours.

"Then, as your boyfriend, allow me to spoil you."

You let out a chuckle. "Still holding on to the plan, huh?"

Reo sheepishly scratched his neck. "I kind of... already booked it?"

You shook your head, but this was just so Reo that you couldn't help but feel enamoured.

"Good, because I was already craving that kaiseki."

Reo rejoiced. "Knew you would like that one."

Reo Mikage is kind of a perfectionist. He wants everything to go utterly perfect. So much so that he'll forget not everything goes according to plan.

But well, maybe this time, that wasn't really a bad thing.

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PUMP IT UP WITH BLUE LOCK! pov: you take the boys to pilates, and let’s just say.. they’re not as tough as they look.

FEAT. oliver, sae, reo, shidou, isagi, bachira, rin

INDULGING: SFW. gif from the substance but the fic itself has nothing to do with it. est. relationships, a crackfic at times, obviously physical touch, some petnames here and there, language.

ROMY’S NOTE: I know they’re suuuper sore after and I know someone who can kiss them better (me. I’m talking about me.) these are all pretty cute but my favorites are shidou + isagi’s <3 enjoy

OLIVER AIKU ﾉ TALKS A BIG GAME BUT…

his legs shake in a downward dog, thighs tensing, arms burned from the reformer machine. the instructor corrects his form for the third time today. she reminds him, “engage your core.” — voice a stark contrast to the absolute war happening in his abs right now.

“my core is engaged,” he grits out, barely holding a plank while beads of sweat roll down his temple.

you shoot him a look from your own mat, perfectly stable in your pose. “no, it’s not.”

aiku huffs, trying to shift his weight off his trembling arms. “stop being a show-off.”

the single leg bridge was the final straw. the second he lifts one foot, his other leg betrays him, and he nearly collapses onto the machine.

you bite back a laugh. “tough guy, huh?”

aiku groans, staring up at the ceiling like it held all the answers. “next time we do this, you’re training with me on the field. see how you do on my turf, sweetheart.”

ITOSHI SAE ﾉ A BIG BABY ABOUT IT AFTER

sae was laying flat on the couch when you found him, arm draped over his eyes, the other resting limp on his stomach. he looked like he had just fought in a war. you stood in the doorway, shaking your head, watching the aftermath of one pilates class take its toll on your world-class athlete boyfriend.

you nudge his leg with your knee. “dramatic much?”

“I’m in pain.” his voice muffles against the leather as his back muscles flex beneath the jersey he chose.

you roll your eyes, walking over and settling beside him. “you’re acting like I dragged you through an obstacle course.”

sae turns his head enough to shoot you a deadpan look. “would’ve preferred that.”

you smile, reaching out to push his hair away from his face. he lets you, barely reacting except for the way his eyes flutter closed and his shoulders relax.

“you’ll survive,” you murmur, fingers trailing down to his traps, kneading lightly at the knots there.

he sighs, tension melting under your hands. you felt it before you heard it — the way his breath evened out, the weight of him sinking into the cushioning.

“not fair,” he grumbles into a throw pillow. there’s a drool stain on the corner of it where the tassels are.

you hum. “what’s not?”

“this.” he cracks an eye open, squinting at you. “putting me through hell and then acting all soft like it’ll make me forget.”

you smirk, fingers pressing a deeper into his back, earning you another quiet exhale. “will you?”

sae’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t answer. yeah.. you knew he’d be at the next class.

MIKAGE REO ﾉ ONLY FOR YOU

reo sat beside you on the edge of the studio floor, forearms resting on his knees, chest rising and falling in surprisingly steady breaths. the rest of the class were packing up, rolling up their mats and stuffing gossip down into their aritzia gym bags. he himself hadn't moved — just sat there, hands loose between his legs, like he needed a second to process.

his shirt clings to his skin, the soft fabric damp where it stretches across his chest and back. strands of violet hair sticks to his temples, beads of sweat trail down his adam’s apple before disappearing under his collar. you watch as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe across his chin, revealing a glimpse of toned abs, flushed slightly from exertion.

you lean onto his shoulder, still people watching. “penny for your thoughts?”

he let out a breath, half a laugh. “I knew it’d be hard, but damn.” he tilts his head toward you, eyes bright despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs. “can’t believe you do this for fun.”

you grin, “I like seeing you like this.”

he raises a brow. “on the brink of death?”

“all worked up,” you correct, running a hand down his arm, feeling the way his muscles still tense beneath his skin. “‘s cute.”

“always complaining,” you continue, nails tracing lazy patterns onto his wrist, “still let me drag you anyway.”

“because you whine if I don’t go.”

you gasp, smacking him. “I do not whine.”

reo side-eyes you, unimpressed. “and I quote, ‘If you love me, you’ll go to pilates with me.’”

you laugh, fingers ghosting down the back of his neck. “and? you went.”

he laughs with you. “you’re lucky I love you.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI ﾉ LIKE A WARM UP

shidou casually leans against the reception desk, one arm draped over the counter as he smirks at the instructor behind it. he was still glowing from the class, tank top clinging to his torso in a way that made it obvious how ridiculously well he’d handled everything.

unlike the rest of the guys, who had groaned and limped their way out, he looked thrilled — like he could go another round if you let him.

the receptionist, a young woman who had definitely been watching him more than necessary during class, beams. “I have to say, you were reaaally impressive for your first time.” (dragging out the syllables more than necessary. over the top customer service voice)

you scoff, knowing he was about to run with this.

shidou grins, running a hand through his damp hair. “yeah? thought I did alright.”

you groan, smacking his arm. “don’t feed into it. he already thinks he’s god’s gift to pilates.”

she ignores you, the bitch.

“you were so natural at the movements,” another instructor chimes in. “most people struggle with control at first, but you were so — what’s the word? fluid?” you throw up in your mouth a little.

he preens, grin razor-sharp, eyes flicking towards you just to rub it in. “d’you hear that, babe?”

he turns, slinging an arm around your shoulders and tugging you in, all smug and pleased with himself. “guess I’m just built different.”

you exhale through your nose, sarcasm dripping. “guess so.”

the receptionists giggle. “you should come to our advanced class sometime.”

shidou clicks his tongue, tilting his head like he was seriously considering it. “that does sound fun.” then he nudges you, voice dropping enough for only you to hear. “wouldn’t mind seeing you all worked up again.”

you shove his arm off, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “let’s go, ryu.”

he laughs, waving to the staff before catching up to you. as you walk out, he leans in,

“you jealous?”

“never letting this go, are you?” you mutter.

shidou presses a lazy kiss to your temple, smirk never fading. “never.”

ISAGI YOICHI ﾉ EMERGENCY ROOM ?!

isagi sits in the waiting room, fingers drumming lightly against the plastic armrest. you’re next to him, watching his slightly hunched posture, damp sheen of sweat still visible on his neck as he wipes a hand across his forehead. the soreness was starting to set in.

“didn’t think you’d need a visit to the ER today.”

he shoots you a sheepish grin, rubbing his side like he pulled something. “‘m fine, only overdid it a little.”

you give him a pointed look. “you were on the floor for, like, more than half of the class.”

isagi’s lips twitch, embarrassed. you could tell he wasn’t used to being out of his depth. “it wasn’t like that. I was just — uh — working on my form.”

“form?” you ruffle his hair before sitting next to him, regretting it when you realize how much sweat he really had on there. “that what we’re calling it now?”

“yeah, well..” he massages the back of his neck, eyes darting between you and the bland hospital decor. half a warning sticker is chipped off of the window next to him. “there were some moves that were a little more difficult than I thought.”

you fight a smile. “got all cocky ‘cause you’re good at soccer, huh? thought this was going to be the same?”

he laughs, it sounding akin to relief. “guess I’m not invincible after all.”

you lean back, shake your head. “you’re just human.”

isagi shifts next to you, eyes soft. “I’m learning to respect the process. even if it kicks my ass.”

“you’ll survive,” you said as the nurse calls his name from the speaker. he stands up with a groan, wincing a little while you help him up, arm around your shoulder.

“yeah,” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “but I’m definitely going to need a massage after this.”

“I’ll be sure to take good care of you, hero.”

his grin was back in full force. “counting on it.”

MEGURU BACHIRA ﾉ A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT

this dude. he was better than the instructors. sure, bachira didn’t know the terms nor the names of the poses, but did that stop him from replicating them immediately after demonstration? no.

you leave the studio with not only a stack of coupons, but a stack of coupons and a JOB OFFER for this man to be an instructor himself, the application forms stuffed into the complimentary tote bags given (obviously to bribe him and you to somehow accept). they also smell like a weird combination of humidifier oils. emphasis on weird.

“you know,” he starts, eyes glinting as faces you, elbows resting on the couch beside you, “I think that was the most fun I've had in forever.”

you glance at him, mental image of him doing a backbend of the reformer failing to leave your brain. “really? more fun than soccer?”

he let out a dramatic sigh, sinking into his hoodie like it was the most important decision he’d made all day. “well, soccer’s great and all, but there's something about getting all bendy and flexible that really speaks to me.” his eyes flick to your lips. “plus, I got to see you struggle. that was pretty adorable.”

you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t struggling, I was,” you reply with mock offense. “just had-”

“mhm, sure, sure,” bachira interrupts, reaching over and brushing a lock of hair from your face. “anyway, I was actually thinking.. you know, we should do this more. not pilates. well, maybe pilates, but just.. us time.” his fingers linger on your cheeks, pinching.

“us time?” you mumble, scowling while you swat his hands away. “does this mean you’re taking me to your next soccer game?”

he leans in closer, hand brushing against yours, the warmth of his skin against yours somehow feeling more familiar than anything else. his thumb traces slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles as his voice drops to a softer, more sincere tone. “I just like being with you. only you, none of the boys or anything. seriously just us. today was nice.”

“you’re a real sap, you know that?”

he chuckles, hands settling on the armrests to jump up and kiss your forehead. “only for you.”

ITOSHI RIN ﾉ LOCKER ROOM CLOWN SHOES

rin’s muscles ache in places he didn’t even know existed, and the soreness, compounded by the intensity of the soccer game earlier, was making him seriously regret not just letting you have your way with the whole pilates thing.

he leans back, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes narrowing as the pain shot through him. the guys — scattered around the locker room, were laughing and teasing as they got dressed, but it was hard to focus on them with the phone call vibrating softly in his hand.

“hey, I’m here,” rin says into the speaker, trying to sound casual, though the subtle groan in his voice gave away more than he intended. “-game just ended.”

the background noise blurs as you speak on the other end, voice soothing his exhaustion. “feeling okay?”

rin rolls his eyes, glancing over at the group making their way towards the exit. he could hear them snickering, probably about something they noticed — most likely the fact that his walk was a bit stiff, his posture not as fluid as it usually was.

“‘m fine, just sore from.. you know..” he winces, trying to stretch his arm without making a sound, though it was practically impossible to hide the discomfort. “from everything, really.”

in the background, someone — likely one of the forwards — shouts, “yo, itoshi! you good? looks like you’re getting soft.” rin pinches the bridge of his nose, a fraudulent attempt to ignore them.

you laugh, the sound clear and warm through the phone, and rin’s lips lift into a reluctant smile.

“they’re giving you a hard time?”

“they’re assholes,” he corrects, before switching the subject. “come over and take care of me later?”

romy 🐰 is typing… hi from march 16th. as of today at hour 12:15 in the afternoon I am head over heels for itoshi sae

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