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Greetings, i noticed in your masterlist that you wrote for Blue Lock, I LOVE THE ISAGI FIC 🫶 May i request for an Isagi x reader?

HEADCANON : WHAT'S IT LIKE DATING ISAGI YOICHI?

(Warning: English is not my first language and there might be some mischaracterization.)

He's kind of awkward at first. He might hesitate a little in holding your hands when you first started dating, wondering if it would be too forward.

“...Can I kiss you?” those would be his frequently used words in the early stages of your relationship. The one thing he'd never want to do is to make you uncomfortable, so he would often ask you to ensure you'd be fine with his actions.

If you're into football, he'd absolutely be enthusiastic about it, and he might try to get you to play a few rounds with him—if you're willing.

If you're not that into football, it won't really be a deal breaker for him so as long as you'd be supportive of his dreams and goals.

Would absolutely be your biggest supporter. He's very encouraging and if you need someone to give you a little, gentle nudge to help you achieve your goals, Isagi would be there to do just that.

Physical Touch — Whenever the two of you would hold hands or whenever you would press a kiss on his cheek, Isagi can't help but feel a little giddy, often resulting in his grin being a little crooked due to light shyness.

Words of Affirmation — Isagi will always be the number one supporter of your dreams. He'll be by your side, comforting, encouraging, and hyping you up if you ever feel like you're stuck.

Quality Time — He loves spending time with you. He will always make the effort in showing up and to get you to have fun whenever the two of you would hang out.

He'll always let you borrow his jersey, but sometimes he might just randomly give it to you. However, he does feel a little more giddy if you were to ask him for it yourself.

Isagi seems comfortable with his own sense of style, but if you wanted to match outfits with him, he would absolutely match with you in a heartbeat. Even if it's different from his usual taste.

Dividers: @cafekitsune

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First Reo defending his title as the #1 Nagi glazer

Then Nagi confirming to be the biggest undercover simp ever

Goodbye Nagireo😔. You'll always be the most homosexual pair in "straight" anime to ever be created.

I'd like to think that you and sae would have the most atrocious digital footprint

summary · you're fifteen and chronically online. sae's fifteen and annoying. together, you're a PR team's worst nightmare.

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you have exactly seven drafts saved on tiktok. six are you dancing. one is sae telling you to shut up.

“can you not,” he mutters, turning his face away from your phone. you’re filming him, of course. again.

“the people need to know the real you.”

“no one needs to see me brushing my teeth.”

you zoom in closer. “he’s camera shy.”

he flips you off with the toothbrush still in his mouth.

you cackle, tapping save to drafts like it’s muscle memory. it is. you’ve been doing this since the dorms started assigning roommates. and even though you technically aren’t rooming with him, you still manage to worm your way into every piece of content that’ll get you both publicly humiliated someday.

not that you care.

you set the phone down on the counter, careful lest sae splash it with tap water, plop on the closed lid of the toilet seat, and lean your elbows on your knees. “we’re gomna be international one day.”

sae snorts.

“no, really,” you insist. “and when that happens, our managers are gonna comb through every post, every comment, every digital crumb of personality we’ve ever left online and regret ever signing us.”

he spits into the sink and pats his mouth dry meticulously, vaguely amused. “you mean they’re gonna regret signing you. i’m normal.”

“sae,” you deadpan, “you started a twitter war with a fan account because they said jude bellingham was better than you.”

“they were wrong.”

you stare at him. “they were twelve.”

“wrong,” he repeats, tone final.

you’re too tired to argue, so you snatch the phone beside yours on the sink and open his barely-used tiktok account. well. barely-used by him. you made it when he refused to download tiktok and you wanted to piss him off.

he squints. “why do i have a video?”

you turn the screen to show him the lone post: a blurry mess of you running, the microphone catching nothing but wind and your wheeze-laughs. in the background, sae sprinted after you, blur of red hair and fury.

amidst the rush of air catching, your voices managed to still be distinctly heard.

“give. it. back!”

“say you love me first!” your shriek echoed through the speaker.

he groans. “delete it.”

you throw him a convicted smile. “no.”

— — —

you don’t get to keep them all.

a year or two later, just as your names start making headlines, your PR manager politely asks—read: forces—you to delete everything. your posts, his posts, your shared posts, even the cute ones where you and him were just innocently trying funny filters.

you used to joke that if either of you ever made it big, your teenage digital footprints would be your downfall.

you were half-right.

your pages were a goldmine of post 2016 cringe. you’d hop on every trend like it was the last oxygen tank on earth—heart-beat-beat-beat dances, slow-mo transitions, and god-awful povs that somehow always featured you looking out a rainy window mouthing “you said you’d never leave…”

sae with his twitter wars, unprovoked beef with strangers about him vs jude bellingham: who's more handsome??? anime opinions, and once, an argument about whether mint chocolate ice cream deserved rights.

they all got wiped up.

both your socials? nuked.

tiktoks: gone.

twitter: locked, deactivated, incinerated.

instagram? scrubbed.

except… they missed one.

sae’s old instagram account that's just floating in the void, quietly haunting the web while the polished, verified one gets all the attention.

it's completely bare, no posts, no profile picture, and a simple username. one might even think it was a spam, random, fan account—unless they did a double take, because just right below the cut was a highlight. just one. titled with a single white heart emoji. you werent sure if you were the one that placed that. you didn’t even know it was there.

it was a photo from your dorm days in madrid. sae still looked boyish then, still had that awkward teenage charm that clung to him in the tail-end of puberty. and you were just as young, just as wide-eyed. he still wore those stupid blunt bangs that refused to grow out no matter how many times he tried. but what caught everyone, even you off guard was the picture itself: sae pressing a kiss to your cheek, and you frozen in an over exaggerated, comical shock—one hand covering your parted lips like a silent film actress. no context. no caption. no explanation.

the internet lost its mind.

the account got unearthed after someone on football twitter went, “wait… did itoshi sae have an old IG?”

the tiktok posts came next.

“he was soft once. ONCE.”

“idk what’s worse, the highlight or the 2016 vibrance filter.”

“someone tell BOTH their PR teams tht account exists.”

“NO WAY SHE USED TO DO TIKTOK POVS AND HE DATED HER ANYWAY.”

you got a text from sae at the crack of dawn, since a handful of your fans were a bit more prominent internationally:

(3:09 AM) sassy man: did you forget to delete my old account?

(3:09 AM) fine shift: did you forget you kissed me on camera and let it live in a highlight captioned with a 🤍

(3:09 AM) fine shift: you're so sappy, sae

read (3:11 AM)

typical. he left you on read. (and you knew he was pacing around the hotel room muttering “shit.”)

but the damage was done. “sae itoshi’s secret soft era” became the fandom’s latest obsession.

you were mortified. but somewhere, deep down—beneath the grown-up layers, the career polish—you were kind of glad. because no matter how far you both got from who you were back then, that little ghost of your digital past still lived on.

and it was kind of nice, being remembered like that:)

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐖... | sae, kaiser, rin

plot: you get mentioned in one of their interviews, and he's sooo in love with you <3

— sae itoshi

That Sae didn't like interviews was a well known thing, even the journalists were a little worried when they discovered they had to interview him: although he was a prodigy, a talent never seen in years and years of soccer, he was objectively a thorn in the side, acidic and lethal in words as he was with his shots in the penalty area. All the journalists who had dealt with the Japanese prodigy could say, with absolute certainty, that a slap or being fired was less annoying

And today was no exception. ReAl had just won a very important Spanish cup, but one that Sae didn't actually know much about. They simply told him to be himself, and so he did: the result was a landslide victory against the Venezuelan team, 7-1. The match had been over for less than half an hour and he had already been surrounded by journalists, whom he had pushed away with little courtesy as he headed towards the locker room. But one journalist had insisted more than the others, and with a sigh, the boy had dedicated 5 minutes of his time to him

"Exciting victory today, isn't it? Spain had been aiming for this cup for years but they only won it when you had a place in the team" says the journalist, microphone pointed towards Sae. A man, a little further away, held a video camera on his shoulder, pointed towards them. Sae nods, turning away when he swears he hears someone call out to him in a familiar voice. The reporter continues talking, but Sae pays no attention: that voice sounded so familiar

"So that's a yes?" the reporter says, the microphone still pointed towards him. Sae doesn't even know what question he asked him, but the mere fact that he's still here trying to get information out of him bothers him. "What?" he asks raising an eyebrow, and before the reporter even says it, Sae knows it's about you

“Your girlfriend isn't here today, which is strange considering she's always present at your games, even when they're out of town” the reporter says, probably repeating the words he asked him earlier. Sae isn't even surprised by the question, he already knows what he wants to ask him and mentally thanks himself for not answering with 'yes' at the previous question "Is this a sign that you've broken up? There have been rumors for a while that the feeling between you two is over-"

"No. We have not broken up and at the moment, and even in the future, the option is not in mind for either of us" says the boy without thinking for two seconds, taking the edge of the microphone with one hand, so that his words they arrive very straight. The journalist is surprised

Today, for the first time since you've been together, you couldn't come to his game. You actually haven't seen each other in a while, at least a month, and all the speculation that you had broken up had reached Sae's ears. Everything seemed to fit, the perfect breakup after years of a perfect relationship and a wedding ring on the line that Sae had offered you months ago. Everything seemed to coincide with the end of one of the most talked about relationships of the moment

But the reality is that simply, for university reasons, you had to move to Italy for a few months. Sae often came to you, but couldn't stay for whole days due to training... and so, for just over a month, you hadn't seen each other. If the truth wasn't known, you would actually look like a couple who hated each other by now

“Would you tell us more about all the evidence that has been circulating for over a month?” asks the journalist, and the boy already knows in his mind that the interview will not end well if this damned journalist continues to be so interested in something that does not concern him

Sae sighs. He knows that, from your temporary home in Italy, you are watching him. He knows well that every word he is saying you are listening to him. And it's time to make things clear once and for all,or he thinks he's going crazy

"Y/n and I haven't broken up, it's not on our minds and wedding preparations are currently underway. I hate when people seem so interested in something that actually has nothing to do with them, but I understand that it's your job and that's why I'm holding back from going harder on it" says Sae in one breath "My future wife and I don't have anything remotely negative in mind for our relationship, so if you would do me the favor of mentioning her only when there really is a reason, I would be happy" says Sae, and the journalist is suddenly understanding why all his colleagues had told him to stay away from the Japanese prodigy "So, if you really have questions for me about my performance today, I'll try to answer. Otherwise, bye" he says, handing the microphone back to the man, who takes it completely speechless

The camera shows him leaving, hiding the journalist who is still speechless. The camera zoom focuses on the background of Sae's phone, which appears for a few seconds when the boy takes the phone while heading towards the locker room. A photo of you and him cheek to cheek stands out, a small smile breaking across the boy's face as you laugh. With only this proof alone, literally everybody could definitively say that you didn't break up

— micheal kaiser

Micheal was now used to interviews. Since he had actually become someone, someone relegated to Germany's biggest soccer club, interviews had become an everyday thing, like brushing his teeth or kicking the ball as hard as he could during training. He was good looking, he had charisma, he was definitely one of the most pleasant to interview on his team. If the interviewer was a woman he would crack a few jokes, something to make things more interesting. It was objectively flirting with them, but since you had officially become his girlfriend, he had put a stop to these things, out of respect for you

The room was well furnished, he was sitting on a sofa placed in front of the large windows, which gave a view of the great metropolis of Hamburg. You were with him, sitting behind the cameras on a chair placed there at random. He had insisted to the producers that you appear next to him during the interview, but it wasn't possible. His nose was still a little crooked knowing that they got you that beat up chair by sheer luck. You were his empress, the respect they had for him they had to give to you too, and it hadn't happened

He knew that you didn't really care that much, but your respect was something that, at least in front of him, they couldn't miss. But making a fuss just for this didn't seem right at the moment, at most he would have done it after finishing the interview

A woman enters the room, probably only a few years older than him, in her thirties. She looked familiar, and he wasn't sure why he had a bad feeling. The woman approaches, sitting on one of the armchairs next to him. They could have changed your chair for that armchair, why hadn't they done it?

"It's a real pleasure for me to interview you again. It's been a long time since the first time!" the woman says smiling, and from there Micheal finally understands why he felt like he knew her: a few years ago, before he even met you, he did an interview with this woman. The video had gone viral not for the questions, but for the way it was obvious the two of them were flirting with each other. Not that Micheal was really interested, it was just a habit before he met you

Before he can even say anything, a producer announces the start of the interview. The woman smiles at the camera, giving a brief introduction before moving on to a few questions: they are all things related to soccer, Bastard Munchen and the next match against Italy, which will take place in a few weeks. Micheal relaxes his nerves a little to see that nothing has to do with his private life, and turns around to see you from time to time. You smile softly at him, nodding as a sign that he's going well, really everything is going well

But Kaiser relaxed too soon, unfortunately. "Sooo, the internet world has been wondering this for a while... and now seems like the right opportunity to ask it! We're done with soccer questions anyway, right?" the woman says, chuckling, placing a stack of notes on a nearby table, picking up another. Kaiser tilts his head, and for a moment, he thinks these are the usual questions related to his relationship. Nothing new

"Our first interview was four years ago, when you weren't even dating yet. The internet world wondered for a long time if we were together!" the woman says, with a look that Kaiser recognizes: hoe. He turns to you and for a moment he reads some confusion on your face "The interview went so viral that everyone really thought it was a way to reveal our relationship to the world. But it didn't go that way, unfortunately" says the woman

If he wasn't live nationally and if the interviewer wasn't a woman, he would have already crushed her face with his fist. With what logic does she talk about something like that in front of you, his girlfriend? Where's the fucking respect they're supposed to give you but are lacking in every possible way? Everything is going wrong

“It sure would have been a fun thing to do and-” the woman says speaking casually, but the guy interrupts her “Schatz, could you come over here for a sec?” Kaiser says, shifting his attention solely to you, who finds yourself perplexed for a moment. He's breaking every rule possible, but he doesn't care. If he wants you next to him on national live broadcast, the producers will make you stand next to him on national live broadcast

You get up from the chair a little scared, walking among the producers who mentally and not curse Kaiser. You pass the woman who, with an annoyed look, stares at you. With slightly shaky legs you sit next to Micheal, who immediately grabs you putting his arm around your shoulders, pushing your hip against his. You try to smile as best you can in front of the camera, which records everything. Kaiser squeezes your shoulder slightly, and then turns his face back towards the camera "I don't rule out that that interview made me go viral everywhere for months and months, increasing my fame" says the boy "But my behavior was a bit wrong at the time, I was definitely giving attention to people who shouldn't have been..." says Micheal, and while you try to hold back a laugh, the interviewer opens her paralyzed mouth

Kaiser chuckles at the situation, then continues "The attention that I used to give to random people is now received by her, who deserves it all. The mere fact that she accompanies me everywhere is a valid reason to love her, right?" the boy says, squeezing your shoulder again, and you smile in love "She is simply better. It's not even a competition, because she would win before even starting. Maybe if my girlfriend had been the interviewer that time I would say differently now! Maybe I would have already married her, who knows" Kaiser says, and you tilt your head against his shoulder, leaning on him like you always do. You're so damn in love with him

If the producers and interviewer failed to give you respect behind the scenes and also with annoyance, Kaiser will make sure to prove your worth in front of the whole Germany

— itoshi rin

If there was one thing that distinguished Rin from his teammates, it was the ability to turn each of his interviews into a future edit that would become popular on all social media. He was famous, damn famous, every scene of his was edited by millions of people every day. His interviews, for his fans, were the best opportunity to make scenes about him

And since you had been dating, for a few years now, you had suffered more or less the same treatment as Rin. You often appeared in his interviews, you were loved by his fan base, and the edits about you that went as viral as those of your beloved boyfriend

"...the Australian defense this time had to face a much better prepared Japan than last match" says the interviewer, the microphone held out towards Rin. A match has just ended, obviously won by Japan: Rin is still sweaty, his legs slightly weak from running for practically the entire duration of the match. But he's not sick, he's simply tired and he just wants to kiss you

Of course you came to his game, taking a seat in the VIP section of the players' families. It's a habit that, as soon as the match is over, he comes to the VIP section to kiss you, but this time he couldn't: the journalists completely captured him, making it impossible to even move a few meters

"Yes. We decided to change the defense to prepare for Australia's top scorer, who couldn't do anything this time compared to previous matches" Rin replies disinterestedly, looking for you. There are just so many people, so many players or interviewers, but where the hell are you? Didn't something happen to you?

"It must also be said that Japan no longer has any problems in terms of strikers since you joined as an honorary member of the team" says the interviewer, and Rin nods without actually thinking much about what they told him. He just has a strange feeling, he doesn't understand why he isn't seeing you when it's never been difficult for him to find you in a crowd of people

"Any projects in mind at the moment? On a soccer level or on a personal level?" the interviewer asks, but Rin stops hearing him when, a few meters away from him, he sees you: you're a little lost, your gaze curious while you were probably looking for him too. It makes him somewhat tender to see you like this, but he is happy to know that all his doubts about whether something had happened to you are false

"Mr. Itoshi?" the man asks, but Rin takes a few steps forward, not enough to disappear from the camera lens, to signal to you that he's there. It doesn't take you long to notice, running like a little girl in his direction, hugging him as you wrap your arms around his neck, while he places his hands on your hips. "I couldn't find you!" you say laughing, holding onto your boyfriend who holds you close to him "It's the journalists' fault" Rin whispers, leaving a kiss on your cheek before remembering that he's in the middle of an interview. He turns just enough to see that the camera is now perfectly directed towards you, immortalizing the romantic moment between Japan's number one striker and his beautiful girlfriend. The edits will be crazy this time

You notice that the camera is pointed towards you, and a little embarrassed you try to smile without revealing the hint of discomfort "I'll be back later?" you say to your boyfriend, who before you can even finish the sentence, shakes his head as he grabs your wrist "No. You're coming too" he says walking back towards the station, squeezing your wrist affectionately. You follow him, a little embarrassed but it wasn't the first time it happened, so you had gotten used to it

Rin returns to his seat, his arm around your waist ignoring the fact that he almost slipped out of an interview. You stand next to him, your arm behind his back, smiling at the man who now knows both of them "Were you saying?" Rin asks, returning to the interview questions

"Oh, yeah yeah... any projects in mind at the moment? On a soccer level or on a personal level?" the interviewer asks again

Rin thinks about it for a moment. The plans are actually there. He must still become the best of the best, climb to the top and lead Japan to be the strongest team in the world. It simply has yet to break some of its limitations

But there are also other projects. He has to decide when to use that ring he bought more than a few months ago. He must understand when to kneel down and definitely ask you to become Miss Itoshi, his wife. These are mainly his most important projects at the moment

"I still have a lot to do, Japan has to become the most important and strongest team in the world, and maybe I will take on the role of team captain. On a personal level though... I don't know, I just want to continue what I already doing for a while… making her happy every day” Rin says, and you can swear you feel your heart explode

Your boyfriend isn't a big talker, you knew this even before we got together. But the facts speak, and he is doing exactly what he says: every day he makes you happy, and you couldn't be more grateful. His words may seem like nothing, but they mean a lot to you. You simply love him. The interviewer smiles. You turn to Rin and he leans down slightly to kiss you on the nose, making you giggle while the cameras film you

Maybe Rin could use that ring tonight, maybe?

“those stupid things are going to kill you.”

“then i’m going to die happy.”

rin scowls as he watches you hang upside down on the couch, stuffing your face with sour gummy worms. you’re not sure why he always does this every time you have an unhealthy snack, but you pay him no mind regardless. he’s the insane athlete, not you.

this song and dance is familiar to you, so you easily tug the bag away when he swiftly tries to reach for it and pry it from your grasp. a displeased huff leaves him and he grumbles, “i don’t know why you insist on putting that shit in your body.”

it’s clear he’s only like this because he cares about you and your health, but he also doesn’t understand you don’t need such strict restrictions on your diet the way he does. a love language for sure, but one that gets a bit lost in translation.

“my wiggly friends would never betray me, rinnie. one bag every so often is fine,” you say while slurping a worm like a noodle, making him grimace from the noise. sensing the conversation will go nowhere he simply grabs his soccer ball from his bag and heads outside to get some practice shots in.

he’s also positive you don’t see the small smile on his face when you call out for him to have fun and that you love him.

“i swear i bought more of them…” you mumble to yourself, rummaging through the snack cabinet in your shared kitchen.

(snacks that are almost exclusively bought by you apart from rin’s protein bars that have the taste and texture of cement. eugh.)

unsuccessful in your endeavors, you instead head up to the bedroom to ask rin if he did something with them. you don’t think he’d do something like throw them away behind your back out of pure respect for your choices as an adult, but he could’ve accidentally moved things without realizing.

you push open the door, asking, “rin, have you seen my -” his head whips around with wide eyes full of guilt as he haphazardly throws something across the room. from his mouth hangs a solitary string, red and blue and filled to the brim with sugar.

sour gummy worms. your sour gummy worms.

a shit eating grin is already on your face as he groans and tries to defend himself. he doesn’t really have an argument though, not when it was so obvious he was indulging in the very thing he ridiculed you for.

“i don’t fucking - i just wanted to see if they were worth killing yourself over,” he mutters through gritted teeth. there’s no point to even trying, rin quickly realizes as you close in on him.

you lose your mind laughing at him while his ears turn pink. he scoots over with a sigh so you can flop onto the bed, singing out, “rin loves gummy worrrrms!”

it’s so unbelievably annoying, but he finds that he doesn’t mind being the butt of the joke for a brief moment if it means seeing you so filled with joy.

plus, you’re too distracted to notice him grab another pack from his side table and shove a few more into his mouth. a win-win situation, he thinks.

like hollywood and me; that diamond on your ring

synopsis ; diamond rings? pretty common. but diamond rings on your left ring finger while dating the world’s most famous soccer player? definitely not common.

cw ; isagi x fem!reader, characters are aged up (isagi is 24)

now playing ; margaret by lana del rey

isagi yoichi was always among the most trending searches on any platform. usually, it was to search up some sort of incredible goal that he scored or some sort of insult he had thrown at a teammate. occasionally it would be about his relationship with you, perhaps after a cute and romantic social media post or something lovesick that he did with you after a match, such as immediately running over to you and kissing you.

but this time, the most trending search for isagi was isagi marriage.

paparazzi and journalists went crazy, fans went crazy, everyone went crazy. all because of a instagram post made by you, isagi’s girlfriend, of all people. it was a picture of your left hand, except there was something more to it. a gleaming blue diamond sat atop an intricately designed golden band on your ring finger.after zooming in and a few hours of analysis later, a fan even deduced that your name was on the band of the ring. the caption for your post? well, it certainly didn’t help anyone calm down.

guess who just got engaged? @realisagiyoichi, love you🫶

fans and other celebrities bombarded the comment section with both disbelief and congratulatory responses, although some bitter fans left some pretty nasty hate comments, but opposed to what you expected, the responses were overwhelmingly positive.

bachibeemegs : WHATWHATWHAT YOU AND ISAGI ARE GETTING MARRIED CONGRATS!!!🎉🥳👏🎊

reomikageofficial : Congratulations, Isagi and (Y/n). I’m happy for you guys and I wish you guys a happy marriage.

nagisei : congrats :x

shidoufreakyusei : guys im the flower girl trust😈

chigiri.hyoma : you bagged a baddie. im surprised. but congrats anyways, isagi and (y/n).

otoyaeitabrrrr : dont fumble the baddie isagi

karasutabitoe : Congratulations. Try not to get her to divorce you.

hioriyonoquierodinero : Congratulations!😊

charleschevalirizzler : skibidi sigma ohio isagi, you have so much rizz

michaelkaiser_official : ew

isagi took a deep breath, standing right outside the exit of the bastard münchen hq, getting ready for any questions that the media could bombard him with. he had left extra early today just so he could avoid intrusive questions at 8 in the morning, but now that it was 4 in the afternoon, he can’t avoid those questions any longer.

he stepped outside, and just as expected, paparazzi cameras instantly flashed into his eyes as the media crowded him. “isagi, isagi! can you please tell us about your marriage?”

“will you be taking a break from soccer?”

“will you be retiring?”

“do you want any kids?”

“when’s the wedding?”

“does this deny the rumors that you and bachira are gay?”

“uh, one at a time, please.” isagi stated, standing stiff as a board. he should be used to the media already, but he was still just a bit shy with them. “i’ll be taking a break. maybe for seven or eight months; honestly, as long as i can get. i won’t be retiring. kids…yeah, definitely want some, but that’s (y/n)’s choice, not mine. the wedding will probably be sometime in the summer. we’re still planning.” he ignored the last question.

poor isagi was stuck there in the media’s grasp for almost an entire hour before he finally mustered up enough courage to stop the interviews and drive home, his social battery completely drained at this point. stepping into your shared apartment, isagi practically collapsed onto the couch.

“you good? you look dead.” you remarked, stabbing him with a spatula.

“nooooo, leave me alone, im dead.” isagi muttered, turning around to lay on his side. “i really hate paparazzi.” your cat came over, jumping onto the couch and laying on isagi’s body. “why is she so heavy…?”

“you fatten her up all the time, maybe that’s why.” you replied. “get up, fatass. i made dinner.” you poked him with a spatula once more. “i made katsudon.”

isagi nearly jumped up, your cat practically slipping off of his body. “really?! thanks, i really love you!” isagi exclaimed, practically sprinting over to the kitchen. you sat on the couch, holding your fluffy cat in your hands.

“god, your dad’s such a big back. you get your genes from him.” you murmured, stroking your cat’s fur as she purred. “imagine he gets a beer belly when he’s in his forties. now that’ll be hilarious.”

“hey! i heard that!”

you ignored him, continuing to talk to and stroke your cat. but isagi stood leaning against the kitchen’s doorway, arms crossed, his eyes soft as he stared at you. at the end of the day, it didn’t really matter if you were engaged or married or dating. he loved you, no matter what label anyone puts on it.

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જ⁀♡⊹｡° just put your sweet lips on my lips

( isagi yoichi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — the first part in my newest series: the garden of you! (masterlist)

♡ word count — 1.2k

♡ content — isagi yoichi x fem! reader, slursagi mentioned, isagi is HEAD OVER HEELS for reader, just freaking puppy love, fluff, invasive paparazzi, established relationship ( 5 years ), reader & isagi are 25ish, not proofread!!

♡ synopsis — In the world’s eyes, Yoichi Isagi is unstoppable — the best striker alive, a two-time World Cup champion, and infamous for the brutal insults he dishes out on the field. But when the stadium lights go out, he comes home to you — still shy, still boyish, still head-over-heels. Under city lights, on the bench where it all began, he realizes that no trophy will ever compare to the way you say his name.

── .❀ we should just kiss like real people do

The world knows Yoichi Isagi in superlatives.

The best striker to ever play the game.

The man who’s rewritten soccer history—twice.

The player who turned “egoist” into a philosophy.

The boy from Japan who stunned the world and never stopped.

They know his goals. His mind. His ruthless hunger.

They know the way he screams across the pitch — brilliant, brutal, and unfiltered — flinging words that make highlight reels just as much as his goals do.

“You’re lucky I don’t play defense or you’d be in the fucking ground.*”

“Hope you brought a second pair of cleats, ‘cause I’m dragging you for the rest of this match.”

“I’m the best in the world, and you’re barely even a footnote.”

Iconic. Viral. Merciless.

But the Yoichi Isagi that walks through the front door at 9:42 p.m. on a Tuesday night?

He drops his bag by the door and calls out a little breathless, “I brought you the melon pan you like—!” before even taking off his shoes.

You’re still on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, legs tucked beneath you, and as soon as you turn and smile at him—

He just… melts.

“Hi, baby,” you say.

And he stares. All pink ears and wide eyes and messy hair. He’s still in his training hoodie, still smells like grass and heat, but he looks at you like you’ve just told him he won the World Cup again.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles without thinking, and you giggle as you take the bag from his hand.

“You’re the one who’s glowing.”

“I’m sweaty,” he says bashfully.

“You’re glowing,” you insist, grinning up at him. “Like a boy in love.”

He groans and hides his face in your shoulder, mumbling something about you being unfair. You wrap your arms around his waist, and he clings back like it’s been days, not hours. 

He does this every time — like he’s scared he’ll blink and wake up to find it was all a dream.

You’ve lived together for three years now.

You’ve been his for five.

But Yoichi Isagi still gets shy when you compliment him.

Still flushes when you kiss his cheek.

Still stares at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

When you’re out together, he gets stopped often — for autographs, photos, interviews. His fame doesn’t just follow him. It hunts him.

So when he books a quiet little dinner date at a tiny ramen shop tucked away from the city center, he hopes for some peace. Hopes for a normal night.

Hopes, selfishly, that maybe people can forget he’s Isagi Yoichi, world champion, and let him be just Yoichi, your boyfriend for a night.

But he’s not surprised when the flashes start.

You catch on quickly. He doesn’t say anything, just shifts closer to block you from view, arm resting behind you on the booth’s backrest.

“I guess someone tipped them off,” you sigh, picking at your noodles.

He shrugs like it doesn’t bother him. But it does. It always does — when people take your time like they’re owed it, when they ruin these quiet little moments he lives for.

So he looks over your shoulder. Locks eyes with the nearest camera.

And flips them off with a casual middle finger, expression still soft as he returns to you.

“Yoichi,” you gasp, hiding your laugh behind your hand.

“They’re not invited,” he says easily. “I have plans. With you.”

You lean over the table to kiss his cheek.

He blushes so hard he forgets how to use chopsticks for a full thirty seconds.

It’s only after dinner, as you’re walking hand-in-hand through the quieter parts of the city, that something shifts. He’s quieter now. Focused. Like there’s something heavier beneath the surface of his usual shy smiles.

The street is familiar. A little run-down, flickering lights here and there. You round the corner and see it before he says a word.

The bench.

Old wood, faded green paint. Under the lamp post where you met.

Where he sat beside you that night after training five years ago, heart still racing from the match, vending machine broken, unsure of how to start a conversation with someone like you.

You remember offering him a drink.

He remembers the first time you smiled at him.

And now, all this time later, he’s pulling something from his pocket.

Velvet box. Shaky hands.

And then he’s on one knee.

Your heart stutters. Your breath catches. His voice shakes.

“From the moment you said hello to me, I’ve been yours. Hook, line, and sinker.” 

He laughs through a tear that rolls down his cheek.

“You are every part of me. You consume my every waking thought. I love coming home to you. I love seeing you in my jersey. I love every part of being with you—and I want to do it forever.”

His voice drops. Barely above a whisper.

“Please. Will you marry me?”

You don’t remember saying yes out loud.

But you’re nodding. Crying.

Reaching for him with both hands, and then he’s standing, arms tight around you like you’re the only safe place in the world.

And he sobs.

Not the kind of tears that fall on the field, surrounded by roaring fans.

But quiet, breathless ones. Overwhelmed. Grateful. Real.

Yoichi Isagi.

The world’s greatest striker.

A living legend.

A foul-mouthed genius with two World Cups and a target on his back.

And in your arms, just a boy in love.

Hopelessly, deeply, forever yours.

Later that night — or technically, early morning — the world finds out.

Isagi posts just one photo to his account:

A candid shot of you in his arms, standing at the very spot where he asked you to marry him.

You’re laughing, hand outstretched, showing off the ring.

He’s holding you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

No caption. Just a daisy emoji.

And within minutes, the internet erupts.

By the time sunlight filters through your bedroom curtains, he’s already lying wide awake, phone in hand, blinking at the dozens of articles piling in.

Isagi Yoichi: Giving Up Soccer for Love?

Engaged! The Striker Who Won the World’s Heart Gives His Away.

A Ring, True Love, Another World Cup?

He sighs and turns off the screen. Drops his phone onto the nightstand and lets his head fall back against the pillow.

Because in this moment, he couldn’t care less what the world thinks.

Not when you’re draped over him like this — half-on, half-off, mouth slightly open and drooling against his chest. One of your legs tangled between his, one hand resting right over his heart. Right where the ring he spent months agonizing over gleams up at him in the warm morning light.

He tightens his arm around your waist. Brings his other hand up to brush through your hair, so gentle, like he’s afraid to wake you. But you shift anyway.

“Mmhm… good morning, baby,” you mumble, voice raspy with sleep.

And he’s gone. Just like that.

Heart wrecked. Soul floored.

Totally, irreversibly, eternally yours.

A soft little laugh catches in his throat.

Eyes watering all over again.

God, you don’t even know what you do to him.

“Good morning,” he whispers. And presses a kiss to your forehead like a vow. Like he’ll never stop saying it.

Not for the rest of his life.

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"do you remember the time?" - itoshi rin

you were a blur in his memories. he remembered the traces, the faint shape of your familiar face, but your features were blurred, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember how you looked like, the face he once adored with all his heart.

lights flashed in his eyes, blinding, but recently, one thing had been on rin's mind. he had a lingering feel in his heart, one he couldn't pinpoint the source of. soccer was his number one priority, when he was younger he abandoned the others. recently, he had a guilty feeling he'd abandoned something far more important than a mere numbered priority.

"itoshi rin! have you ever loved someone before?" a voice behind the bright flashing lights of the countless cameras surrounding him questioned. his first love? rin's mind wandered, his eyes misty, trying to find the reason why his heart was overcome with a strange feeling, a mix of guilt, regret, and -.. hope?

still drenched with sweat from the soccer match, his wispy bangs covered his face as he looked down. why was this so familiar? this was especially weird, he'd forgot almost all of his childhood since making soccer his dream, his comfort. something clicked in him, he remembers.

-maybe if he didn't, he would have avoided it-

rin never answered the question. ignoring the reporter, he sent a cold and unwelcoming gaze to all that were in front of him, trying to take pictures, trying to get him to answer them. "maybe if you all weren't so desperate, you'd actually get ahead in life." rin bluntly stated, classic of him to rudely dismiss others.

a trip back to kamakura, his hometown, could do him some good. he'd gotten a break since his recent match, but all that occupied his mind was the itching feeling that what he was looking for was here.

the atmosphere was cold, white mist floated into the air when rin breathed out. the swing he sat on was old and rusted, it creaked whenever he swung his legs in the slightest. but he was here, waiting, for someone.

for you.

and there he saw it, his heart swelled at the sight of you, a scarf covering your chin, carrying a guitar case on you back, with a plastic bag full of snacks in one hand. your hair moved with the wind that blew past, and small exhales that you made produced white mist. internally, his arm reached out to you, trying to grab you and communicate with you.

rin muttered your name, unaware of it's volume. your head turned to the familiar but faint sound of your name being uttered. one glance of his wispy bangs that covered his eyes, one that you used to complain about since you could barely see his eyes, the eyes that used to look at you with so much warmth and comfort, once looked at you to with a sharp, disregarding touch. one that made you feel worthless. this time, his teal eyes were full of hope and desire, your breath hitched seeing that.

"rin?.." your mouth was parted, and your hair blew in your face due to the wind. that didn't matter right now. what did, was that he was here. how could he just show up here, after he told you that you were nothing to him, that he only led you on as he "didn't want you to realize early" that the spark between you two was long gone.

you two were presently at the ripe age of 21, but when you were in your teenage years, you loved each other. but one day, rin told you the words that haunted you till now.

"i really did love you, but eventually you grew to mean nothing to me."

he told you that he wanted to focus on soccer, that you were dragging him down and slowing him. he told you that he really did love you, he told you that you were a dead weight on him. and then he acted like you never existed. after that, he just left this town behind, left you and his ties with you behind. so why is he here now, asking to talk again?

"rin, why are you here?" your tone became more serious, as the anger towards him that grew over time, started spilling out. you'd see him on television, he made a name for himself, you hated him. you hated what he did to you, and how he threw away everything so easily. but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away from him. you'd thought that it was just a teenage relationship failure, that you could get over it. but it clung to you, haunted you.

rin bit his bottom lip, nails digging deep into his palm. "i..i.." stuttering out of anxiousness, he knew you hated him for what he'd done, and he hated how he got rid of any memory, any remnants of the love you and him once shared, just to focus on soccer. he'd hated how he completely forgot about you. and he knew you did too.

"someone asked me if i'd ever fallen in love before," rin gripped the rusty chains of the swing tightly before letting go and walking towards you. "i thought of you."

soon, he was in front of you, towering over you. frustration built up inside you, but you couldn't resist the look of his eyes, one that pleaded to just listen to him.

"you threw away everything we had, you completely forgot about me. how can you just simply say that you thought of me when you did all that?" the frustration slipped through your voice, revealing itself. you don't know why, you said you were over it, that it would never hurt you again, but tears spilled from your eyes. it fell down your cheeks, as the rims of you eye slowly became redder.

you were on the verge of breaking down completely, crumbling into the shards of your raw emotions. rin could see this, and guilt overtook his heart. your voice shook and quivered, but still, you stood strong, desperate for rin to understand what he put you through, the countless nights of crying in your room, curled up like a ball on the floor, wondering what you ever did so wrong that he had to leave you.

his bottom lip quivered, and he wanted to deny everything, but he knows he can't. "you said you really did love me. then why did you just leave?" your eyes filled with rage, stared at him, asking for a reason.

"i did. i did love you. but i loved soccer more then."

this earned you a scoff. "doesn't give you an excuse to just forget everything, to just throw everything away." poking a finger at his chest, you glared up at him. "rin, i'm done. you left me first, but you came back first. it's my turn to leave you now." with an extra sharpness in your tone, you turned to leave, but rin held your wrist.

"please, please, really just, listen to me."

maybe you shouldn't have, then you would have avoided it.

you stayed.

"i know i hurt you, i know it was uncalled for, and just horrible of me. i threw away everything i ever had for soccer, including you. but i didn't know you were more important to me than 'just a distraction'. i thought about you from time to time, but eventually forgot about you, i was too focused on soccer, on beating my rivals."

rin's eyes stared at you with longing, hoping you would understand what he was trying to tell, that you would hear him out. no matter how hard you tried to resist against the mental restraints on you to leave and never turn back, you couldn't deny.. you missed him.

"i'm sorry. please, give me another chance. i promise, i'll treat you better then i did before, you'll never be a 'distraction' anymore, i'll never throw what we have away."rin's eyes bore into yours with determination, the eyelashes you used to get jealous of complimented it even more.

eyes really were the window to the soul, huh?

"i didn't want to say this, but," rin's ears and cheek turned a faint pink, blush tinged his ears, covering his face with his hand. "i love you. i really do, i miss you."

i missed you too.

you muttered the words so lightly, but rin still caught it. his eyes seemed to have gained a spark, and he looked at you with so much hope in his eyes.

"can we try again?"

rin gripped your wrist tighter, anxious for your reply.

"do you remember the time when we fell in love?"

rin nodded, the slightest smile making its way to his face. "i loved you with all my heart. i've only noticed now, but i still do." your hair framed your face perfectly, and rin couldn't keep his eyes off you. you were gorgeous. "so, you haven't answered my question."

"promise you won't repeat it again."

"i promise."

you reciprocated his action of gripping onto your wrist, only now gripping his hand tighter than ever. rin's hands made way to your face, his face leaning in closer to yours, till your noses touched. he let out a smile, the sweetest one you'd ever seen in you entire life. both of you chuckled, and your lips made contact. he smiled into the kiss, and held you face so gently, but with the intention of never letting you go. your arms wrapped around his neck, ruffling his hair as you two shared a kiss filled with hope, and a promise sealed with it. you two loved each other, if you'd never confessed the love for him that was hidden deep in your heart under all the hatred you had, maybe you wouldn't be drawn back to him.

maybe this could work out again.

Blue Lock characters and being called a simp by their friends

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Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Zantetsu, Nagi & Reo

Tropes: Fluff, boyfriend!bluelockcharacter

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Isagi Yoichi

Stammers, blushes, gets flustered. Tries to deny it but fails miserably.

"What? No, I'm not." Isagi crossed his arms, looking away petulantly.

"Oh, you so are!" Bachira exclaimed, poking his reddened cheek.

"Shut up!"

"Deny it all ya want, but anyone can look through that act." Hiori snickered.

"Okay then, name one example." Isagi crossed his arms.

"Remember the time you ran out in the rain, because Y/n forgot to bring her umbrella. Without jacket, too!"

Isagi went bright red. "That... that was just because..."

Bachira brightened, "You guys remember when he went all sulking because Y/n couldn't make it to his game?"

"What? No! I wasn't sulking!" Isagi disconcurred, but even to him his voice seemed weak.

"And remember when--"

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Isagi slapped his hand over Hiori's mouth, face bright red.

"Maybe... maybe I'm a little bit of a simp--"

Bachira let out a burst of devilish laughs, pressing the off button of his phone.

"I RECORDED IT!"

"I'm showing this to Y/n."

"YOU TRAITORS--"

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Itoshi Rin

Vehemently refutes the argument like a lashed out cat, but anyone can tell he's lying through his teeth.

Rin's phone pinged, signalling an incoming text message. Rin spared it a cursory glance before huffing, the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly.

"Wait a second... Rin, are you smiling?" Isagi said, disbelievingly.

"What? No." Rin immediately denies.

"You are." Isagi stated, a grin of his own forming on his lips. "You were totally smiling at your phone just now. Were you texting someone? Wait... is it..."

Rin's neck blossomed into a red hue.

From anger, obviously.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about." Rin hissed, his lips pulled back into a snarl.

"Okay. Then show me your phone." Isagi deadpanned.

"...no."

Isagi raised an eyebrow. "If you've got nothing to hide, then why are you getting so nervous? Or is it because of Y/--"

Rin threw a football against Isagi's face, effectively cutting him off.

"Shut the fuck up, you goddamn immature NPC. Don't you have anything else to do? Like train for example? Instead, you're here dwelling on my love life, like some goddamn idiot." Rin snapped, eyes narrowed and fists balled.

He then stormed out of the room, but not before throwing a dead glare over his shoulder.

Isagi was left behind, stunned and with a bruised face.

Despite that, he was smiling knowingly.

Love life, huh?

Rin had actually acknowledged it.

And he hadn't even noticed.

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Bachira Meguru

Owns up to it, like its a Nobel Prize.

"You're such a goddamn simp, it's actually annoying. Am I the only normal person here?" Rin grumbled.

"Me? A simp?" Bachira pointed at himself, flummoxed.

Rin threw him a disgusted look. "Yes, you. Now get out of my face, you're going to make me puke."

Bachira looked at Isagi, a questioning look in his eyes.

Isagi shrugged in return. "I mean... he has a point."

Eyes lighting up, Bachira stalked up to Rin, undeterred by the withering look Rin shot him.

"You mean it? Really?"

"Get out of my face, blunt bangs." Rin snarled.

Bouncing away from Rin, before Rin would actually singlehandedly strangle him, Bachira singsang, "Rin-chan's just jealous I have a beautiful girlfriend whom I love very much."

Rin eyed him, disparagingly, "You're actually revolting."

"No, I'm a simp!" Bachira laughed delightedly.

"If you won't stop screeching like a damned banshee, you'll be dead."

"Simp, simp, simp!"

"Now he's asking for it, lukewarm NPC."

Isagi's eyes widened, concern flitting over his expression.

"Wait Rin... what are you doing? Wait... Why are you picking up that chair? Wait... no, don't throw it--"

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Zantetsu Tsurugi

Absolutely clueless. He doesn't have the faintest clues as to what it entails.

"I'm a... dimp?" Zantetsu echoed, blinking owlishly.

Reo rolled his eyes. "A simp, dumbass."

Nagi rolled over, his eyes bleary. "Reo, why are you trying to explain it to him? It's such a hassle. He won't understand anyway."

Pushing his glasses against his face, Zantetsu tilted an eyebrow. "So I'm a "simp". That must mean that I can make things with much easity."

Reo facepalmed. "You mean, you can handle things with much ease."

None the wiser, Zantetsu responded. "That's what I just spoken."

Nagi sighed.

Shaking his head, Reo snickered.

"He's not only a simp, he's dumb, too."

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Nagi Seishiro

Shrugs it off. He's really casual about it. He doesn't really care. (Internally, he's smiling)

"Lazy slug? Are you actually... moving?" Barou watched him with an incredulous look on his face.

Nagi blinked at him. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Bachira chimed in, "It looks like you've been possessed. What happened with "everything being a hassle"?"

Nagi trudged on. "I need to get something from the grocery store for Y/n, that's all. It's not a hassle."

It's not a hassle.

It's not a hassle.

I t s n o t a h a s s l e

"Wow..." Bachira said, awe-struck.

"What a goddamn simp." Barou shook his head. "If he even put as much effort in his football as he does in that relationship, he might actually be a decent player."

"Hey now... I beat you in a one-on-one." Nagi retorted. "Anyway, I'm off now. Speaking with you is such a bother."

Then Nagi walked off.

"Hey! Come back here! Pick up your dirty socks!"

"You're closer, do it for me, King." Nagi called back.

"What?!" A vein bulged on Barou's forehead.

"Tch. Can't even do something as simple as picking up the laundry."

"But he's actually going all the way to the grocery store, huh?"

Well yeah. Nagi Seishiro was a slug through and through, but when he was actually motivated to do something, he would set his mind to it.

And well, maybe doing these things once in a while wasn't really a hassle.

Especially if it was for you.

If that made him a simp, well, it wasn't necessarily an insult, was it?

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Mikage Reo

Flustered, but covers it up with confidence. (He's thinking about it afterwards).

Reo softly glanced at the hairtie you'd given him before his game, spinning it around his finger as he smiled slightly.

"You've been staring at that raggedy thing for over five minutes now." Chigiri asserted flippantly.

Flinching as he was startled out of his revery, Reo coughed, attempting to cover up his momentarily zoning-out.

"Have I? Ha, I must be tired then."

"Are you now?" Chigiri fixed him with a pointed stare.

"You don't look tired. In fact, you look pathetic. I thought you had hit rock bottom when you lost Nagi, but when you're separated from your girlfriend, you turn even more untolerable. Staring at that... thing."

"Hey!" Reo sat up, an indignant expression on his countenance. "I'm not untolerable. See," He threw away the hairpiece.

A beat passed.

"You want to pick it up, don't you."

"...yeah."

"God, you're such a simp." Chigiri shook his head dismayfully, his opulent red locks swishing elegantly with the motion of his head.

Reo's eyes shot open, and the tips of his ears turned red. "Wah-- me? I mean... pfft. You have to treat your partner right, right? That includes the gifts they give you, too."

Chigiri gave him an impassionate glance. "Even when it has already outlived its purpose?"

Scoffing, Reo pivoted on his spot. "I can still use it."

Chigiri raised his arms in the air in a disarming manner. "Sure. Alright. But don't go lending my elastics when yours break."

The redhead shuffled out of the room, his hair swaying behind him, as if taunting Reo.

Scowling, Reo sat down.

He chanced a look at the hairpiece in his hand.

Should I throw it away?

His hand reached the bin can, but he couldn't let go of the object.

Sighing, he wrenched the tie around his wrist.

For good luck. No other reason.

His cheeks flushed.

Reo groaned, burying his head in his arms.

Maybe he really was a simp.

Everything

Warnings: Swearing, Fem reader (Angst to sorta fluff).

I have this idea that Rin isn't able to say sorry and ask you to come back after a break up. I feel like he'll try to wear you down by slowly bringing you things you "left" at his apt. (In reality, he misses you so much even a few minutes on your doorstep mean the world).

Rin knew everything about you. Everything. Which isn't surprising since he harbored a crush on you a full six months before asking you to dinner.

Which led to a unique year-long relationship. But Rin wasn't interested in growing outside of football.

That is, not until you broke up with him. It was the most fatal blow in the world to him.

Until he met you, he thought Sae's words to him after the U-20 game hit him harder than anything else ever could.

He was wrong.

The hardest part for him was the fact he'd spent the 3 months prior to your breakup building the courage to ask you to move in.

Rin felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when you said goodbye.

However, Rin wasn't going to let you go. If he had to change then maybe this was the wake up call. Whatever. It didn't matter he was going to get you back.

Which is why he was at your door right now holding a paper bag of "your" things. Items you'd somehow left behind at his place.

Eying him warily, you looked in the bag. Sure enough, it held your favorite pair of sweats, your extra charger, and a plushie he'd won for you.

"Thanks. If you find anything else you can just call me. I'll stop by when you're home and grab it."

Rin simply nodded, though he would never do that.

For the next six weeks, Rin stopped by. Finding more and more of your belongings. Some of which you don't remember ever bringing to his apt.

Shrugging it off you thanked him and continued on with your life.

After the two month mark of your breakup, Rin realized he'd run out of things to bring back to you. He'd stretched it out as far as he could, but now...

Well, it's a good thing he knew EVERYTHING about you.

Another week went by with Rin dropping something off. As you moved to put the lotion (your favorite & discontinued scent) Rin brought you realized he'd brought you that bottle the 3rd week that he'd stopped by.

Weird. Shrugging, you wrote if off as your memory playing tricks. Two more weeks passed by, and you realized what was happening.

So, the next time he stopped by, you invited him in. All the items he'd been bringing lined up, most had duplicates.

"Rin, what's going on? You can talk to me."

"It's not my fault you have so much crap. Or that you left it at my place."

You knew beforehand this wasn't going to be easy, but you hadn't expected him to act like you were making it up.

"Seriously? You're not going to admit..."

"Are we done? I have to go," Rin was afraid he'd give himself up if he stayed longer.

"Rin, please," your voice softened and you saw his internal struggle play out through his eyes.

A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips, fists clenched at his sides.

"Yeah. Fine. I bought some of it...I want to see you."

"Okay."

Rin's eyes snapped up to meet yours, hope blossoming in his chest.

"Okay?"

You smiled and walked up to him, taking his hands in yours.

"If you're willing to go this far to see me, I'm willing to try again, but Rin, you have to communicate. What you want, what you need and..."

"I want you to move in with me."

The words tumbled from his lips so fast you weren't sure you heard him correctly. Rin cupped your face with his hand searching your eyes for an answer.

"Move in?"

"I was going to ask before you broke up with me."

"Let's give it a few months, okay?"

Rin placed his forehead to yours, a small sigh escaping his lips. Having you back meant more to him than anything else, so he would wait.

attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

REO AND RIN AHHAHZHAH OMGOSH I LOVE THEM

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.

𝑅𝑒𝑜’𝑠 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑦

ᴹᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ

Reo Mikage was in love with you, and it wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone knew. From his closest teammates to the idiots still drooling over you like they had a shot. He made it clear with every look, every word he said to you, but still… you had one condition: take things slow.

And yeah, Reo agreed. Begrudgingly.

But there were days, like today… when his patience was hanging by a thread.

He found you just as you were leaving class, checking your mailbox with that curious look of yours. And there they were, those ridiculously cheesy flowers sticking out of the slot like they were trying to piss him off.

Reo stopped in front of you, arms crossed, his expression clearly annoyed. Eyes cold as steel.

"Busy?"

He tried to sound casual. He failed miserably.

You looked up at him with a raised brow, a teasing smile curling on your lips when you caught the pissed-off look on his face.

"Kind of… Still haven’t found yours," you said, as if you were really looking for it among the anonymous letters.

Your comment made him narrow his eyes, clearly annoyed but also kind of amused. He stepped in closer, just enough so only you could hear what he said:

"Of course not. Mine doesn’t fit in some damn mailbox," he muttered, his voice low and intense enough to send a chill down your spine.

You let out a small laugh, nervous and amused all at once. Reo crossed his arms again, like he was trying real hard to keep it together.

Later, after class, you finally got what Reo meant.

The sun was starting to set behind the buildings, casting warm colors across the sky, and you were walking calmly toward the front gate. The usual buzz of students filled the air, everyone carrying bags and flowers and then you just stopped dead in your tracks.

Two black trucks, parked right at the entrance, caught your eye. The trunks were wide open… and overflowing with flowers. But not just any flowers. Your favorite ones.

Leaning way too casually against one of the trucks, Reo watched the scene with that cocky smile of his plastered on his face.

"Didn’t you say you hadn’t seen mine?" he asked with a smug tone as he saw you freeze. "Mine doesn’t fit in some damn mailbox," he repeated, lower this time, just for you, his smile softer, more honest. "Because you don’t fit in something that small either."

And yeah, damn it, Reo Mikage is arrogant, possessive, and jealous as hell… but he’s also completely, hopelessly in love with you. And you know it.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

bro when I made the request I didn't know I would be ur first.

Do u mind me making another, since I'm in love with ur writing style.

How about ur fav. Bllk boy getting distracted during the match or training because they fell love at first sight with the reader.

«You’re out of the game, but in your head»

— without gender!reader x sae itoshi, hiori yo, mikage reo, michael kaiser, Isagi yoichi, rin itoshi.

warning: the material may contain romanticized obsessions, as well as elements of emotional embarrassment/confusion on the part of characters

note: ohh it’s so nice. thank you very much for another request!

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Sae Itoshi

Training was normal - hot sun, the smell of wet grass, coach’s screams. Saé moved accurately, gracefully, as always. The ball obeyed him, but the team did not. He was about to get angry when his eyes caught on something outside the field.

No, for someone.

You were sitting on the edge of the bleachers, wearing sunglasses, with your head slightly tilted, as if you were looking at something interesting. Not loud, not the center of attention, but... impossible to get away.

The car stopped automatically - literally during the pass. The ball flew past, and he watched everything.

– What are you, Itoshi? – Someone on the team screamed.

He blinked, turned away, went back into the game - and lost the ball again. It was ridiculous. And annoying. He hated to lose. But suddenly this irritation was replaced by a strange sensation in the chest, as if something had shifted. Cracked.

He looked where you were sitting. And then again. And again.

After training, instead of going to the locker room first, Saé came to the edge of the field. He got up. He looked right at you.

– Hey. You – calm, lazy, but in the voice - intention. – Who are you?

Hiori Yo

The training was over, and he, as usual, lingered on the field. He practiced one gear - soft, precise, almost a dance. Hyory was always lost in these movements, as in music. But today everything is ruined.

First, the feeling of looking. Then, a light wind that brought your voice: you were laughing at something, passing by with a bottle of water and a telephone in hand.

He looked up and... it was like the first time he had breathed in the whole day.

– Who is it? – I asked one of the guys later.

– New girl. They say she’s a cool voice, sings in the band. Just don’t fall in love.

Too late.

Mikage Reo

He loved to shine on the field. Show results. Be a star. Everything under control. Always.

Before you showed up. Not even in the field - somewhere on the side, with a tablet in hand, making some notes, chewing gum, as if you were bored.

And then you looked up. And he collapsed.

Not exactly. He just dropped off the pace, got caught in the ball, got a kick in the leg, something that hadn’t happened to him since he was thirteen.

– Hey, Mikage, you okay?!

– Yes... I... – he took a breath and glanced at you.

You winked. Smiled. And he didn’t think about anything else.

– We have to find out who she is, he told himself as he tied his boots in the locker room.

– And invite her to the concert. Even if it’s the worst date of my life.

Michael Kaiser

He’s always been in the lead. His beauty, his style, his acting. The artist on the field. And suddenly you.

You were sitting with your back to the sun, and therefore your face was half in the shade. But he saw it anyway. Because of your smile. A smile that didn’t say, "You’re cool." It was like, "Surprise me if you can. "

He couldn’t stand to be looked at like this. With a call. With cold confidence.

The Kaiser played boldly, through himself as usual - but made a mistake. Pain in the leg, falling, laughing from the bleachers.

You didn’t laugh. I just watched him get up, shake it off and... swear to himself in German. And then you pointed your thumb. Approvingly.

And that was enough for him to start training harder, faster, angrier.

– You will be my fan. Absolutely, he whispered as he looked at you. – Even if I have to learn three languages and play a fucking musical for you.

Isagi Yoichi

He was focused. The punch is the target. The transfer is the target. The look is on the gate.

And then you showed up behind the fence with a camera in your hand. It was like it happened by chance. And the snap is a photo. He heard the sound, not even knowing why it caught him. He turned.

And I saw you.

You looked at him through the lens, as if you were filming not the footballer, but the moment of truth. And he stopped breathing for a second. Everything inside feels like it’s cramped, but nice.

Who is she? Why does she film? And why... me?

He stumbled. It was the first time in a long time. The team came running, they helped them get up. And you were gone.

After the match he went around the whole field. And found a card on the ground. With your name.

And the signature: "You play as if you are saving yourself from the world. I’m waiting for the next match."

He smiled for the first time all day

Rin Itoshi

Through the noise of the stadium, Rin heard only the beating of the ball and his own breath. The match was tense, he was focused to the limit - every move is accurate, every step is accurate. His eyes were watching the rivals, but suddenly he caught a look behind the stand.

You.

Sat closer to the edge, alone, in a black hooded sweatshirt. Not as a fan, not as a journalist. It’s like you just happened to be here. But you were watching the game. On him. Right in his eyes, like he knew he’d notice.

And he noticed.

The pulse is out. He turns away, but too late - his body has already made a mistake. He loses the ball.

– Yup w... – passed through the teeth and cast a brief glance in your direction.

You smiled. A little bit. Not insolently, not provocatively - just warm. It was enough for Rin to lose focus completely.

After the final whistle, he did not go to the locker room. He approached the fence, bent his head, pulled the bangs out of his eye and said loudly:

– Why were you looking at me?

he cooked him like a caesar salad

prettiest smile ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you finally experience his smile and his laughter for the first time.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ when you had first befriended rin all those months ago, you honestly hadn’t expected your friendship to flourish like this.

rin was quiet, snappy, and quite frankly, tended to be very rude. but for some reason, that never shook you off of him. why? he couldn’t fathom a reason. not even you could come up with a reason. just that you liked his mystery, his company, his presence, all of it.

maybe you liked it too much.

under the spring sunlight, you and rin walked back to your home as you yapped away. another thing you liked about rin was that he was a good listener. you could talk about any of your interests and he would be there beside you, nodding along, occasionally asking questions — and the best part? he remembered. he remembered things even you had forgotten.

“i don’t understand why he doesn’t just confess already.” you huffed, complaining about the male lead in your romance novel. “he has to understand he’s an attractive guy. i don’t think any girl would reject him!”

rin looked at you curiously. “what do you mean?”

“i mean that everybody likes pretty boys. even if they’re the worst person on the planet. rin, come on, back me up here. you can testify!”

“i still don’t understand.” rin replied.

you rolled your eyes. was he being serious? absolutely no way. “girls confess to you all the time.”

he looked at you completely cluelessly.

then it hit you.

oh my god.

rin was genuinely clueless.

he was utterly unaware of his own beauty.

how? he was one of your closest friends now, and one of the first things you had noticed about him was that he was rather beautiful. pretty teal eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a face sculpted by angels, dark hair that fell over his face perfectly, and come on. he was an athlete. anybody with eyes could see the carefully built muscle against the fabric of his clothes. rin was a pretty boy. it was no secret.

however, it seemed that everybody knew the secret but him.

he tilted his head just slightly to the side, sunlight streaming through the trees and pronouncing the deep green undertones of his hair. “so?”

you stopped walking, completely the dumbfounded. then the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. “you’re pretty.”

oh, now you’ve done it. who the hell calls their male friends pretty?

rin raised an eyebrow. “i’m pretty?”

“no!” you exclaimed, your heart racing in your chest as he looked down at you, and oh god — you were blushing. then his eyes widened in surprise at your quick reaction, your heart beating so fast it could have collapsed inside your chest. “i mean i’m not saying you’re not, ‘cause you are. pretty, i mean. but i’m just saying-”

your rambling was definitely making this worse. you looked down at the ground, your cheeks flushing pink and your blood racing through your veins. then you heard something soft. the smallest sound.

laughter.

you raised your eyes to find his face, and your breath catches. he laughed louder, and your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched him with wide eyes. you didn’t think he could get prettier.

but here he was. the soft golden sunlight hitting his face and illuminating every breathtaking feature. his smile could have stopped wars, his laughter could have been mistaken for an angel’s. you had never seen him look prettier. it was almost too much for your poor heart to handle. he was smiling — laughing because of you.

you felt light. too light. as you watched him, lips parted in awe, you felt your heart fall. falling endlessly, effortlessly, as you looked at rin.

he giggled, and your stomach flipped, his smile radiant as he looked down at you. “so you think i’m pretty?”

you couldn’t even speak. you just nodded.

he laughed again, nodding to himself. “good. i think you’re pretty too.”

you might faint.

rin’s laughter was pure as his hands went to your face as you mumbled about feeling lightheaded ; his proximity, touch and laughter worsening it. rin could only giggle as he teasingly asked you if you were okay, delighted by your shy and soft responses.

oh, you’re so screwed. you’ve definitely fallen for itoshi rin.

day 3: owie.. (thoughts under cut)

i wanted 2 depict some sort of aftercare/aftermath of the fights our stdygrp members get into yknow.. while their accumulated injuries do have real repercussions & affect the plot, which slays, we dont avtually get to see how they deal with them OUTSIDE fights. . like at home or wtv ..

i was js reading szn 2 & gamins using his crutches like a boss in a fight (JSJSVWAAKAKAVSBSB MARRY ME MARRY ME YOON GAMIN) & while they r depicted within fights in v cool ways .. THEY NEED TO SHOW THE SLICE OF LIFE PARTTT

WHERES THE UGLY BLACK & BLUE SORES? ACHES? SHATTERED BLOOD VESSELS N THOSE TINY RED DOTS ALL OVER?? SWELLING?? SCABBING?? THE PICKING AT SAID SCABS?? DULL PAIN THAT THROBS SO HARD U CANT EVEN FALL ASLEEP DUE TO THE COMBINED WHIPLASH?? PSYCH TRAUMA?? ANXIETY?? INSOMNIA?? RIDICULOUSLY HUGE STASH OF ICE PACKS/COLD COMPRESSES?? lol i js had an idea abt how jun uses random frozen poultry in his fams freezer as ice packs 2 put against his fresher wounds instead of actual ice

obvi itll be impossible to draw them all on each character all the time but they shld def hv more permanent trophies of past battles won, yk, not js a freaking hand in a cast & nothing of it after

esp as highschoolers i feel they hv itchier hands than most.. ppl like sehyun wld be terribly uncomfortable & not THAT used to constant injuries like those & effects wld be more visible like hes alw wincing or hissing when sth touches his wounds, things like nausea & lost/changed palate bc of always getting fkin socked in the gut, etc ..

ppl like jiwoo & jun wld hv lots of calluses & rough skin, things like discolouration & lots of peeling n shit .. which wld lead to them needing special care, like applying creams after judo practice (jiwoo) or tons of massage guns & similar contraptions at home always charged up (jun)

AND SCARS, JEEZ.. SCARS ALL OVER. i cant believe jun's cheek js healed without a scar in the YB HQ takeover arc but tbf the guy who gave it to him was so npc so i get it LOL, bro is not worthy.. but they shld all hv insane amts of scars of all kinds, esp jun/sehyun cuz they alw used to get beat up LOL

& what i drew here is real simple of an idea but basc gamin & the more obvi stuff like reopening wounds.. gamin's wounds always reopen in the shower & it pisses him off bc water in open wounds especially suck, bigger the wound the worse, ifykyk.. but i guess his skin almost never breaks? so ? idk LOL

its not THAT integral to the plot/vibe but stdygrp handles so many topics n tropes with such care i feel leaning into the aftercare part wld be really cool 4 them to do too, n the psychological effects of such fights too, like trauma!! where is the ptsd/trauma depictions!!!!! i hv a lot 2 say abt that saur thats 4 another time buut

yea basc its not abt the depiction character design wise but more of plot/SoL wise cuz stdygrp is def more wholesome no matter how many ppl die/shoot pew pewers & they shld def show the aftercare part of constant brawling LOL

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ itoshi rin who will act uninterested in your closet, but the next time you (somehow manage to) pull him away from what he's doing to show him the new pieces you'd bought, he'd notice the tag on one of the shirts and mention how oh, it's 'that one brand'.

a name that he'd only pick up on if he was secretly paying attention to your little hauls, despite swearing blind that he wasn't interested.

he's never going to admit it, but he makes a competition out of seeing how many brand names he can recognise, and if you ever point it out, he'll use the excuse of "well everyone knows that, it's super popular." (and it'll be the most obscure vintage only one of its kind thing ever.. but pls don't bring it up, for the sake of his pride)

a / n : i came up with this in 2 mins trying to think of something to post so i'm sorry it's super rushed... anyway first post yayyyy i need ideas cause this one sucked so bad 😭 it also might be heavily ooc cause i haven't finished bllk

this is sending me

my star.

extras: nothing much, its been about a month by this point since ive posted I think? I had thought about going on hiatus but that fell through. I wanted to do a more angsty post in regards to an idol!reader, but that will come later.

tldr: blue lock boys dating an idol!reader

YOICHI ISAGI . . .

He truly admired, being able to handle so much pressure with ease and still look absolutely gorgeous onstage. Likes staying with you before concerts to watch you get ready, as well as a final send off before getting to see you truly shine on stage.

"How are you able to handle it all? It must be hard, handling all the pressure from the media, or even your manager?" Isagi asked softly, watching as he had many times before as you carefully applied the makeup to your face, your brow furrowing just slightly as you focused before feeling that concentration slip as you heard his question.

"...I just do, because I have to. But having you here makes it much easier."

MEGURU BACHIRA . . .

Much of your staff seemed annoyed by Bachira at times, mostly at how he would burst into your dressing room unexpectedly, often causing you to jump and interrupt what you had been previously doing. Although all you could bring yourself to do was mask his enthusiasm with a genuine smile on your face. He'd constantly ask questions, mostly about you and your career, almost as if to resorting to a curious child.

Bachira wants nothing more to scream your name aloud and tell the person how proud he is of you, but he knows it'd likely get him in trouble so he instead contains his excitement and praises you when he comes to see you personally after concerts.

"You truly were beautiful up there! No wonder people seem to admire you."

Bachira spoke, a huge smile on his face as he praised you, sparing no effort to express how much he admired you as an idol.

HYOMA CHIGIRI . . .

Chigiri helps you backstage with applying makeup or styling your hair, having enough experience to at the very least experience to help you with the basics. As well as offering you different hair and skin routines, so long as you share yours. Chigiri would be more than willing to help you unwind after long performances, whether that by brushing through your hair or helping you remove your makeup. Albeit expect the occasional complaint or two from him, you both know he just wants to help you, knowing just how exhausting your career can be.

"You did great today, you know? Even if your manager may dwell over how you could improve you'll always be the best to me." Chigiri offered you a small smile, giving you a rare moment of softness as he tenderly rubbed the makeup wipe against your face, helping you to be ready to go home for the day faster.

SEISHIRO NAGI . . .

As lazy as Nagi may be, he does care for and love you. He watches with undivided attention as he watches you upstage, later commenting that he thought you were amazing To be so dedicated to your career, while not motivating enough for him to strive to the same standard in his own, he does admire you for it.

"How are you feeling?" Nagi asked softly, a quiet yawn escaping him as he moved to be behind you, his hands lazily massaging your shoulders. Nagi won't go out of his way to aide you, but he will cuddle and take naps with you after concerts, letting you rest against his chest as he absentmindedly strokes through your hair. Unlike most things he'll make the effort to make sure to be there on time for anything you're involved in.

REO MIKAGE . . .

Will shower you with gifts and flowers, offering you endless amounts of praise and love before concerts. If you ever have trouble with the business side of things or are having trouble with your manager will personally handle it, he has the knowledge after all, and he wants nothing more than to support you. Would take the time to sing your praises to anyone willing to listen. "Did you know my girlfriend is an amazing and beautiful idol? You should come and see her next time." he should honestly become your dedicated promoter 10/10 marketing.

Lets you rest against him after events, knowing just how exhausting it can be to deal with the public, let alone singing and dancing. Buys front row seats to anything you're involved in as well.

RIN ITOSHI . . .

Tries to be subtle about it (he's not), if you have any fan accounts, he's probably running them although he'd probably refuse it until he can't any more, granted he'd probably still argue against it.

Even if he doesn't wish to admit it outright he does love you, and will do anything he can to help support you and your career. If you ever complain of your manager or other staff he'll go out of his way to handle them for you, although if you ever ask him about it he'll deny his involvement.

ITOSHI SAE . . .

Sae is often busy with overseas work and otherwise, but always makes sure to send you gifts and even a small note when he cannot attend. Even if he could he would claim he couldn't only for you to find him sitting in the audience, watching with a small smile on his face. Once he realizes you see him, would give you a small nod, urging you to not get distracted by his presence.

He's not outright affectionate, but if you ever talk about liking a certain food or express interest in something you saw you'd better expect it to be sitting at your dressing room waiting for you after concerts. If you ever ask him about it he'd just huff softly, offering you a look as if you shouldn't be surprised about it.

. . .

im like 99.9% sure this is my first time doing blue lock stuff so I hope it went well. Also im aware this idea is probably overdone I just wanted to have some fun and do it ^^;

*Pokes my head through your window* Good morning, may I request: Blue Lock boys with a Reader who insists they drink the homemade herbal tea she made first thing in the morning. Characters: Chigiri, Yukimiya, any other characters you want Because seriously, why did Chigiri or Yukimiya never consider TCM as an option?

a/n: Opens window wider and hands you a warm mug of tea, hi!! Omg thank you for requesting so much!! Back when i was little i used to looove herbal tea HAHAHA (i still do) enjoyy the oneshot !!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

When you force them to drink homemade herbal tea

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Chigiri Hyoma

At first, he was suspicious. You handed him a steaming mug of herbal tea and said it was good for his joints, circulation, and mental clarity.

“I don’t even like tea.” But you gave him those eyes—the ones that said, “Drink it or I’ll guilt trip you until you do.”

So he drank it.

…And then he asked for another cup the next day.

Now it’s a quiet little ritual. You hand him his tea, he grumbles a bit, but he always drinks it before his stretches. Secretly? He feels better. His knees hurt less. His hair’s shinier. He blames you.

“Don’t think I believe in your witchy magic, but… thanks.”

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Yukimiya Kenyu

He already reads about holistic beauty practices, so he’s immediately intrigued.

“You made this? What’s in it? Goji berries? Chrysanthemum?” He’s naming ingredients like a TCM pro.

You’re impressed, and he’s smug.

Yukimiya drinks it with poise every morning like he’s at a luxury wellness retreat.

Claims it enhances his glow. And honestly? It kinda does.

“You should consider bottling this. Imagine the branding: ‘Mornings with You.’”

Flirts with you every single morning while sipping your tea.

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BONUS !! Michael Kaiser

“Nein.”

That was his first reaction.

But you didn’t ask—you just placed the mug in his hands with a knowing smile.

He took one sip and made the most dramatic face.

“This tastes like dirt and flowers. Why are you trying to poison me?”

Yet the next morning, he was already at the table, cup in hand, waiting.

He never admits it, but he needs it now. He says it’s for “performance optimization.”

Will still grimace and complain every time.

“Ich hasse dich.” (I hate you.)

But he’ll nudge your hand under the table when no one’s looking.

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A suprise one yay !!

Rin Itoshi

You knew this one would be tough.

You placed the mug gently in front of him one morning. “It’s good for stress regulation and emotional balance,” you said sweetly.

He stared at it like it insulted his entire bloodline.

“I’m fine.”

You gave him the look. The “drink it or I’ll haunt your training schedule” look.

He sighs, mutters something under his breath, and takes a sip like he’s being tortured.

He pauses. Blinks.

“…It’s not bad.”

The next day? He takes it without a word.

After a week? He waits for it before starting anything else.

If you’re late even by one minute, he’ll act like you’ve personally betrayed him.

“Where’s the tea? Don’t slack off.” (Sir, you’re drinking flowers and dates for emotional balance. Relax.)

Secretly… he likes how warm it makes his hands feel. But if you mention it, he’ll walk away.

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Thank you soso much for reading !! I may have made gotten overboard at rin's part...

I feel like I'm requesting a lot these past days but my creative juices are pumping:(

Anyways how would the boys (isagi, nagi, sae, rin, you can add whoever you want) react to reader being the favorite WAG, like people aspires to be her cause even tho she's dating a rich footballer she still works, doesn't dress too fancy (literally seen this online, fancy in like designer brands that cost millions), always support her man, is nice, no fan ever had a bad experience with her, love the love story of her and her man... List goes on, just everyone fav girl and maybe their fans like her more then him

Or if its easier for you a one shot with Isagi about it, whatever works best for you!!💕

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐆”

a/n: i wanna be a WAG sm, i absolutely loved this request and ate it up cath THANK YOU

ft. itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t care about public opinion, until he realizes you’re literally being hailed as the "standard" for WAGs everywhere. 

you're known for showing up to his games in comfy outfits, no loud designer logos, just jeans and a cute little top, but the way you cheer for him so genuinely? fans cry over it. 

everyone’s obsessed with the fact you still freelance and don’t rely on his money, even though he's loaded. 

his fanbase calls you “mrs. unbothered” because you carry his same calm, cool aura but in a way nicer way. 

interviewers will ask about sae, and you’ll always answer like, “i’m just proud of him. he works so hard.” and everyone in the comments goes: “we love a humble queen.” 

sae pretends he doesn’t care when people say you're more likable than him… but he absolutely does. he likes bragging about you privately, muttering stuff like, “they’re not wrong though.” 

his fans go from writing thirst tweets to “i’d never even look at sae if his girlfriend was in the room. she’s the real prize.” 

whenever you post a soft pic of him, the comments are just: “how does she make him look this warm???”

nagi seishiro

people are constantly shocked you’re dating nagi, because you’re the complete opposite of lazy – you work hard, stay busy, and somehow still make time to support him at every match. 

the internet’s favorite thing is how you always pack snacks for him when he's gaming or heading to practice like, “don’t forget to eat.” 

nagi just nods sleepily, but his fans MELT. 

you're so chill and unmaterialistic it blows people’s minds. you literally pull up in $20 sneakers and a cute hoodie, and still outshine every designer-clad girl. 

nagi thinks it’s “troublesome” when he trends but gets pouty when you trend instead: "why are they talking about you more than me... i scored three goals. that’s a hat trick." 

when you told him you weren’t quitting your job just because he’s rich, nagi fell harder. fans fell harder too. 

he brags about you on stream all the time. “my girlfriend’s cooler than me. she actually does stuff.” 

your fan nickname is “miss soft launch” because you’re lowkey and private but every glimpse he shares of you goes viral. 

isagi yoichi

everyone loves the slow-burn, hardworking love story between you two – he wasn’t famous when you got together, and you were both hustling, so now it feels earned. 

you’re always there on the sidelines, dressed casual and comfy, holding his baby boy during interviews like a proud mom-wife and fans swoon. 

his fans legit make edits captioned: “if she’s not like isagi’s wife idc”

people are obsessed with how kind you are. fans have full threads titled “times isagi’s wife was too sweet for this world.” 

even players from other teams have admitted that you’re the only WAG they never get tired of seeing at matches. 

you're always defending isagi too, like, “he’s harder on himself than anyone else. just support him, guys.” and the fandom eats it up. 

isagi once admitted in an interview that you do his hair sometimes, and fans lost it. “SHE FIXES HIS LITTLE AHOGE???” became a meme. 

when his son’s ahoge showed up, the internet was like: “okay, she’s not just the fave… she’s the blueprint.”

itoshi rin

fans are terrified of rin but adore you because you're just so sweet and level-headed. 

they call you “the rin whisperer” because you’re the only one who can make him smile in public. 

you show up to games in the simplest outfits: sweater, jeans, a little necklace, and somehow you still slay more than girls in $5,000 fits. 

you still work your job, even when rin’s like “you don’t need to.” your fans treat it like a power move. 

every time rin posts a pic of you, it’s the softest, most lovingly taken photo. fans literally go: “he is SO in love. this is not the same rin we see on the field.”

he hates interviews, but if someone mentions you, he perks up a little. “yeah. she’s great. i don’t know why she likes me.” 

fans think your dynamic is the funniest because rin’s so cold but you’re warm and sociable. at meet-and-greets, he just stands behind you like a bodyguard while you do all the talking. 

people joke that you're the protagonist of the love story, and rin’s just lucky to be your love interest. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

rin would absolutely be the type of bf to randomly pull your chair closer at the dinner table (even if you're out at a restaurant or eating with friends), or loop an arm around your waist when you're out and about, just to pull you into his chest, or hook his chin over your shoulder when you're both in the kitchen and you're trying to bake or something. and he wouldn't say anything, he'd just be content being close to you -- it's the physical contact he likes, the thing he craves (he itches for it, sometimes literally) and if you ever asked him about it, asked him what he's doing, he'd just shrug and be like --

"nothing. just wanted you closer."

"rin... we're already pretty close."

"mm. yeah. but... not enough."

ok so you already did a bachira and ness version of “no way he pulled that.”

i really really want a rin version if that’s fine? his gf is just the total opposite of him, all sunshine and rainbows with a charming and radiant smile like the sun while rin is like the moon lol. i think the dynamic is cute and it’s hard to believe a guy like rin would have a girl like her. 😼‼️

Ts is so cutee!!

Btw sorry for the wait for all of you who have requested smth! I did mention im a student so sometimes i just dont have time for hobbies!

No Way He Pulled That Pt.3

No one in the Neo Egoist League believed Rin Itoshi had a girlfriend.

To be fair, he hadn't given them much to go on. He never showed photos. Never talked about her. Never so much as acknowledged the concept of romance. When the other players from PXG or Bastard München bragged about DMs or fangirls, Rin just rolled his eyes and walked away.

So when Aryu casually asked if he’d be staying behind for a hangout w all the guys, Rin shrugged once and muttered, “Can’t. She’s waiting for a call”

It was like dropping a lit match in a room full of gasoline.

Reo paused in the middle of a shoulder stretch. “She who?”

“My girlfriend”

Chigiri actually choked on his protein shake. “You? A girlfriend? Are we calling sleep paralysis demons girlfriends now?”

“Is she imaginary?” Nagi asked from where he was lying on the floor. “Do we clap to summon her or…?”

Kaiser laughed like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “Come on, Itoshi. No girl survives that personality”

Rin didn’t even bother with a rebuttal. He just signed and walked away.

So of course, when Ego gave the players a surprise rest day and mentioned a beach day for all the stratums, everyone jumped at the chance.

Except Rin.

Until he heard you'd be there.

The beach was loud with yelling, sunscreen smells, and the sound of overly competitive volleyball matches echoing through the court. Kaiser had already roped Ness into a game with Reo and Chigiri, while Isagi looked like he was two seconds from treating it like a World Cup final.

Rin stood far off to the side, arms crossed, shades on, unmoving.

Someone bumped his shoulder on purpose.

“You waiting for your imaginary girlfriend?” Reo teased with a grin. “I think she’s late”

Rin didn’t even blink.

Then—

WHACK!

A volleyball slammed down onto the court. It bounced once, twice, and rolled toward the sidelines. All heads turned, expecting to see Shidou or Bachira doing a cartwheel or smth

Instead, they saw someone.

You.

On the opposite side of the court, glowing under the sun like something out of a dream. You wore a sporty two-piece and high-waisted shorts, eyes bright, skin sun-kissed, smile lazy and warm like a summer afternoon. You jogged over to retrieve the ball, your hair bouncing with every step, sweat glinting like gold on your collarbone. The strings of your swim top peeked from under your tank, but you didn’t seem to notice or care.

Someone—maybe Reo, maybe Isagi—whispered a stunned “whoa”

“Who the hell is that?” Kaiser asked, lowering his sunglasses.

But Rin was already moving.

He crossed the sand like he’d done it a hundred times, ignoring everyone’s stunned expressions.

And when you looked up—

Your whole face lit up.

“Rinnie!!”

You ran to him, volleyball forgotten. Sand kicked up behind you as you jumped slightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He caught you easily, hands firm on your waist.

“You’re here!” you said, breathless with excitement, brushing his hair back. “I thought you wont go”

“They dragged me,” he murmured, voice low. But his hand never left your side. “You’re… tan”

You grinned. “You’re squinting. That’s a compliment, right?”

Behind you, the boys looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“That’s her?”

“There’s no way”

“She’s literally glowing—is that legal??”

“She called him Rinnie. Bro didn’t even flinch”

“Not even I could pull that,” Aiku muttered.

“I need to sit down,” Ness whispered.

You finally turned, looking toward the stunned group. “Oh! These must be your friends”

Rin’s eye twitched. “No”

You waved anyway, giving them a dazzling smile. “Hi! I’m [Name]—I’ve heard so much about you all!”

You weren’t shy. You weren’t awkward. You were nothing like they imagined.

And Rin?

He did NOT pull away from your side once.

WARM HANDS, COLD MORNINGS

genre: fluff, soft moments, established relationship

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You weren’t a morning person.

Neither was Rin.

But somehow, the two of you made it work—especially on cold mornings like this one, when the warmth of the blankets was the only thing keeping either of you from freezing into statues. Outside, the sky was still pale with sleep, sun barely peeking out.

You were half-asleep when you felt it. A hand slipping under the blanket, carefully finding yours. Cold fingers. Familiar fingers.

“Your hands are freezing,” you mumbled, eyes still closed as you laced your fingers with his.

“I’m trying to warm them up,” Rin replied, voice groggy and soft in a way he’d never let anyone else hear.

“You’re using me as a heater?”

“…Yeah.”

You snorted, finally blinking your eyes open. Rin was facing you, hair slightly messy, face unfairly pretty even in the morning. His teal eyes looked gentler than usual, the usual sharpness dulled by drowsiness and affection.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

“Morning.” He squeezed your hand. “You slept okay?”

You nodded, shifting closer until your forehead rested against his. He didn’t move away—instead, his other hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your cheek.

“I like waking up next to you,” you said quietly.

His eyes lowered for a moment, then met yours again. “I like that too.”

Neither of you moved. The moment was still, peaceful, the kind of silence that felt safe. You swore you saw the corners of his lips twitch into a little smile—barely there, but it was there.

He leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead.

“Stay,” you murmured.

“I will,” he replied, pulling you closer and tucking your head under his chin. “Just five more minutes.”

Those five minutes turned into thirty.

But neither of you minded.

Girldad! Rin x reader, where he took hours to do your daughter's hair, only to make a complete mess.

"Be honest," Rin asked your daughter as you watched the two planted in front of the dressing for an hour now, "is it okay?"

The toddler stared at her reflection for a long time, making Rin visibly panic. Either the hair styling tutorial he followed was faulty, or his skills were. He was self aware enough to know it was the latter.

"It's okay." she mumbled.

"I said be honest," he grasped her shoulders, staring at her reflection, "is it like mom does it?"

You fail at holding back your laugh, and Rin glares at you, disappointment dripping off his face as he finds you sprawled on the bed, living your best life while watching him struggle.

"It's…" the toddler struggles, "good. Really."

It was anything but good, and all three of you knew that.

"Be honest." Rin commands. A minute passes.

"It's bad." she admits, causing you to roar with laughter.

Rin ignores you, but your daughter doesn't give him the chance to sulk as she pats his shoulder and smiles,

"It's bad but I like it." her small palms grab his face and you melt at the sight as she stares into his eyes and nods, "Can you do them tomorrow also?"

Rin, despite his shitty hair styling skills, took pride in that and continued ruining your daughter's hairdo for weeks, no matter how hard he tried.

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