This Whole Scene Is Pretty Wild On Its Own

“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.

I was under the impression that this show would be about soccer but alright

ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:

one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.

two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.

three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.

finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.

close enough welcome back haikyuu

ᯓ★ just my (very opinionated) opinions on rin...

rin doesn't even try to be rude like poor boy. it's a force of habit for him at this point and if he tried to correct it people would think he was possesed or that he murdered someone.

rin probably has recurring nightmares where it's just that one snowy night of his and sae's 1v1, and he wakes up in tears and cold sweat. he probably sleep talks and it's some monologue of how he'll crush his brother's dream and whatnot.

he has a habit of drawing circles on his paper that spiral and spiral and get darker and darker as he jams the 2b lead of his pencil into the whiteness (this is bc one time i read somewhere that a kid went crazy when his mom or someone died and started drawing these circles again and again on every paper he got. i think sae made rin start this.)

rin can't really cook. like dude is just a 16 year old boy so he's staring at an excruitiatingly dry, painfully unseasoned, piece of chicken breast paired with some type of vegetable (anything but brussel sprouts) and rice on his dinner plate.

truly does enjoy music and rin can lose himself in it.

rin has no close friends. he doesn't think he needs those. he's also really really scared of love and being unable to be alone, by himself. yk like when he was upset that blue lock wasn't letting him play alone? i think that's only on field though. in daily life, rin does feel the pain of solitude, and some tiny part of him wishes he had someone. back to the scared of love bit i think it's more that he's scared of being abandoned (again sae's fault...) and that insecurity eats him up but with a lot of time and the right person i can see him genuinely loving somebody and wanting to give them everything he has and then some.

hyperfixation with horror and horror games stems from the fact that it makes him feel safer seeing others go through worse things than he's experienced. i think he's somewhat emotionally numb anyways so it probably just doesn't impact him that much.

in conclusion itoshi rin needs therapy but don't worry, i can fix him!!

Touya and Shoto at the aquarium 🎏 for @/acetouya who won my lastest art raffle :)

sae itoshi was not a nonchalant boyfriend or a chill guy, despite how much he tried to seem like he was. you don’t ask him for his opinion on your outfit? do you not want him (to compliment you and ask you to do a small twirl so he could see the ensemble properly and then pepper your cute face with kisses)? you don’t want him to share his food with you? okay, so basically you’re saying you want him to go to hell.

you tell him to quit liking flirty comments from random people under your posts? what’s wrong with that, he agrees with them— you’re absolutely stunning. and no, he isn’t doing it just so those randoms get a notification that saeitoshi, with a silly picture of you and him with your cheeks smushed together as his profile picture, has liked their comment so that they now know you aren’t single and looking for some sleazy jackass who thinks they can get your undivided attention just by commenting ‘🔥🔥’. seriously, how dare you accuse him of such pettiness?

but really, none of that is compareable to how he feels right now; damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel over his shoulder, one hand buttoning up his loose shirt while he’s looking at his phone, fresh out of the shower after the usual training. his teammates are yapping about something like they always do but it’s all silent in his head as he takes in what feels like utter blasphemy on the screen.

zero notifications.

well, actually, he had a shit ton of texts messages from his teammates and people he considered somewhat his friends but none of them really matter— only you do.

and you hadn’t texted him since yesterday (almost 24 hours ago!), when he was on his way home and asked you if you wanted him to bring you extra snacks or something.

do you hate him?

he clicked out of the messages app and checked instagram, where you’d usually have flooded his dms with chronically online shit that he had no idea how you found funny. seriously, what the heck is all that about divers going into small spaces and eye of dih? he visibly deflates when he sees you hadn’t sent anything on there either (the last text was from him, when he’d said ‘???’ to your text that read ‘what is a father?’).

Sae [16:43pm]: Do you hate me

nah. scoffing to himself, he deleted the words, exited the app and pocketted his phone. since when was he such an attention deprived, needy little shit? whatever.

by the time he opens the front door to your shared home, there’s still no text, no call, no reel, nothing from you. “angel?” he calls out in his usual, casual tone, nudging the door shut with his boot. “’m home.”

“in here, sae,” you call out from the bedroom and he quickly takes off his shoes, drops his duffel bag onto the couch and trudges into the bedroom, feeling as if if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging harshly behind him. “i was just about to text you.” you tell him with a small smile from where you’re sitting on the office chair behind the desk, your laptop in front of you and notes strewn all over the desk. you were.. studying.

ah, right. no wonder you hadn’t texted him.

you barely register his silent footsteps and fast pace until he’s right behind you within the time it took for you to blink, one hand on the arm of the chair to turn it around before he’s half hunched over you, his other hand pressing on your back to tug you into a hug. “missed you,” his voice is muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the soft tufts of his moist hair tickling your chin and neck. “thought you hated me.”

“what?” it was said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you do and now you’re pulling back a bit to look at him properly. “what gave you that idea?”

“forget about it,” he tries to avoid the question in a painfully untactful manner, attempting to hug you again, but faltering as he sees the look on your face. god, this was so humiliating. “y‘didn't text me today— or call, or send me stupid reels,” he points out with an embarrassed grunt, standing up to his full height and running a hand through his hair. “thought you were pissed at me for beating you in monopoly or something.”

huffing, you grin up at him. “you didn’t have to bring that up, jerk. but no, as you can see,” you gesture to your table and he notices the splotches and lines of dried ink on your fingers from your pen. “i’ve been studying. or trying to, at least.”

“huh.” he lets out, grasping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers before untangling them again so he could toy around with them. his brows furrow and he scoffs when you continue, saying something along the lines of ‘i didn’t think you’d notice.’ “yeah, well, i noticed. i dunno. kinda hard to miss the zero texts from the only person i reply to, yeah?”

your eyes brighten at that, but you tease, “ohh, yeah, right. sorry, i forgot you’re a friendless loser.”

“look who’s talking,” he shoots back, and you’d almost be offended if it wasn’t for the playful look in his eyes. he sighs and dips his head to press a kiss to your temple before walking over to the closet.

“were you really sad that i didn’t send you stupid reels?” you ask him with a curious look while watching him pick out a random t-shirt and sweats, not making fun of him like you’d usually do, just genuine curiousity in your tone.

he hums in response, undoing a few buttons of his shirt before tugging it off his head and glancing at you, with his teal eyes narrowed in contemplation, shirt still hanging around his elbows. “guess so. ’s stupid, huh?”

“nah,” is your immediate reply, followed by a small shrug. “i think it’s sweet, actually. in a pathetic sort of way. you’re kinda sweet.”

during his 10-minute break from training the next day, he finds himself on the bench of the locker room, resting his aching legs with his half empty water bottle next to him as he’s scrolling through your dms with a soft smile. a shit ton of reels and one ‘good luck at practice!!’ message stares back at him.

yeah. he thinks you’re (kinda) sweet too.

the youtube édits weren't joking, isagi really is the mahoraga of blue lock. he'll see kaiser's incredibly complex play only possible through “meta-vision” and then says “hm. I understand it now” and uses it instantly THIS MAN IS INCREDIBLE AND HE ONLY WANTS TO BE STRIKER??

Isagi Yoichi: Idiot in Love♡

°•°•Synopsis. Isagi Yoichi is so in love with you

°•°•Note.This is my first story on this site and English is definitely not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

°•°•cw. established relationship

Isagi Yoichi is the epitome of what is called "A fool in love". You only have to observe the way he looks at you to be convinced. He practically has hearts in his eyes whenever it comes to you. This is even more obvious when he is on the field, his face is focused on the ball and his teammates and the opposing team, then his aggressive gaze falls on you. And as if you have cast a spell on him, his gaze instantly softens and the hearts return to his eyes.

Isagi LOVES your thighs. He likes to rest his head on them to take a nap while you read a book or watch television. Once, while he was lying down with his head on them while you were reading your novel of the week, he was watching you. He thought you were so beautiful with those reading glasses on the tip of your nose, your gaze focused on the book. He loved watching your reactions when you read certain passages. He stared at you for so long with those eternal hearts in his eyes, that you ended up noticing.

"You look at me like I'm the eighth wonder of the world"

you said jokingly. But only god knows how right you were at that moment. For Isagi, you are literally the only wonder of the world. Not to mention the fact that you are literally the goddess of his.

Know that each of his "I love you" and compliments he gives you are sincere, never ever did he think otherwise.

Also, since you've been in his life, there's one thing he's discovered about himself: he's a bit of a masochist. He even blames you for it

"Ah but it's your fault, you're the one who made me like this. I can't help it if you're too sexy when you're angry."

Oh, he tells you that often. He doesn't tell you but he loves it when you lecture him or make him angry. Once he didn't do the dishes even though you kindly asked him to. He preferred to sit in front of the television to watch a match. So you got angry with him and after 10 minutes of lecturing, he said

"Do you know that you're terribly and divinely beautiful when you're angry?" With a smile plastered on your lips.

You rolled your eyes before heading to the kitchen to do the task he hadn't done.

"Wait, but you're leaving like that? Without giving me a little blow to the back of the head or anything else?!"

He let slip this sentence, implying that he had done it on purpose to make you angry.

You made him seem extraordinarily naive. He drinks all your words like water, whether they are true or false.

"Yoichi, did you know that it is impossible to touch your elbow with your tongue?"

You told him once.

"Oh really? If you say so, it must surely be true."

That's all!!!?? He didn't even try like 99% of people to check. The fact that he didn't ask any questions alarmed you.... and if you...

"Oh my god!!! Yoichi!!!"

"What the hell!?"

He watched you panic.

"We saw a unicorn walking around attacking people in Shibuya!!"

No, that's too big of a lie, he'll never believe that...

"SERIOUSLY!!!!??? WHAT ARE THEY WAITING FOR TO CATCH HIM?!"

At that moment, you were convinced that he was making fun of you, but his gaze was exactly the same as the one he had when you got sick. His gaze showed worry. No, it's not possible that he believed your lie. This idiot is not that naive.

"Yoichi...you know that's not true, right?"

"Huh?! Uh, I mean, of course I knew it...a unicorn, honestly. Do you take me for a 5-year-old girl??"

He says that but his trembling voice and the drops of sweat on his face lead you to have doubts about his honesty on this one.

Like any human being, Isagi can be in a bad mood, frustrated or angry. But you have found a solution to this problem. Feeling your soft lips on his calms him down and instantly puts him in a good mood. He melts with happiness, sweetness, love and satisfaction every time you kiss him.

You transform him so much by your simple presence that his teammates call you "The magician."

Isagi Yoichi tells you "I love you" Countless times a day.

You are someone warm, caring and smiling. You like to help people, but you don't always dare, because you are someone shy. And it is your smile that Isagi fell in love with first. But sometimes, even you who are so perfect in his eyes, you become a bitch. Despite the fact that he is very much in love with your kindness and caring, when he discovers this side of you, he can only love you even more .

Isagi Yoichi literally loves everything about you.♡♡

do not copy. do not translate.

When They See You Wearing Their Jersey ♡♡

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kaiser, Bachira, Shidou, and Rin

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀/𝐍: Okay so idk why but when I thought of this it was originally gonna be for different characters but I’ll start of with the fine shyts first and I’ll do a second part to it though enjoy this !!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Your man walks in seeing you in his jersey number with his name on it, it’s the way you have it on that gets him happy and excited.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Slight touching (Kaiser, Shidou) & Slightly dirty talk.

Kaiser

The moment Kaiser sees you in his jersey—his name, his number sprawled across your back—his usual smug confidence skyrockets into something even more unbearable.

He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, eyes drinking in the sight of you like a king admiring his crown.

“Well, aren’t you just a walking love letter?” His voice is dripping with amusement, but the way his gaze softens gives away how much he actually likes it.

You smirk, spinning around playfully to show off the back. “You like it?”

Kaiser steps closer, hands finding your waist as he pulls you against him. “Like it?” He chuckles, lips brushing against your ear. “I love it.”

One of his hands slides to the fabric, fingers tracing his last name like he’s memorizing the feeling of it on you. “I knew you were mine, but this? This just makes it obvious for everyone else.”

Before you can react, he’s lifting you off the ground in one fluid motion, spinning you around as laughter bubbles from your lips. “You’re never taking this off,” he declares. “Unless, of course…” He tilts his head, flashing a devilish grin. “You want me to help you out of it.”

Meguru

Bachira is ecstatic. The second he spots you in his jersey, his golden eyes widen, and then—he’s pouncing.

“OH MY GOD! YOU’RE WEARING IT!” He practically tackles you, wrapping his arms around you so tightly that you nearly lose your balance. “AHH, YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN IT, I’M GONNA CRY!”

You giggle as he leans back just enough to admire the sight again, eyes sparkling with pure joy. His fingers brush over his name on your back before he beams at you, dimples showing. “You’re my biggest fan now, huh?”

“I always was,” you tease, watching his grin widen.

“Well, duh!” He lifts you up effortlessly, spinning you around in excitement. “I’m your biggest fan too, y’know?”

When he finally sets you down, he cups your face, pressing a flurry of kisses all over it—your forehead, cheeks, nose—before finally planting a deep, lingering kiss on your lips.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs against them, grinning. “And now, the whole world knows it.”

Shidou

Shidou freezes the second he walks into the room and sees you in his jersey. For a moment, he just stares, golden eyes darkening as his usual playful smirk stretches across his lips.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, stepping forward. “Look at you, all dolled up in my name.”

You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers, how his fingers twitch like he’s holding himself back from grabbing you right then and there. You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “You like it?”

Shidou huffs a laugh, but there’s something almost dangerous in his expression. “Like it?” He suddenly yanks you forward, hands gripping your hips as he presses himself against you. “Babe, you just made it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.”

His fingers trail up your sides, ghosting over the fabric of his jersey before stopping at your waist. His lips brush against your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“You’re reppin’ my name now. That means you belong to me, yeah?”

You shiver as he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes burning with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “Shidou…”

He grins, leaning down until your noses brush. “Say it.”

You roll your eyes but humor him, whispering, “I belong to you.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbles from his chest before he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you so fiercely that your knees nearly give out.

“Damn right you do.”

Rin

Rin wasn’t prepared.

He walks into the room, expecting a normal day—only to find you standing there in his jersey, his name and number sprawled across your back like it was meant to be there.

His breath catches in his throat, and for a second, he just stares. His mind short-circuits—his usually composed demeanor falters as he tries to process the overwhelming wave of possessiveness that crashes over him.

“…What are you doing?” His voice is quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

You turn, giving him a teasing smile. “Wearing your jersey. Do you not like it?”

Rin swallows hard, eyes flickering to the way the fabric drapes over you—his name, his number, his everything on you.

“I—” He clears his throat, looking away as the tips of his ears turn bright red. “…I like it.”

You step closer, reaching for his hand. “Then why do you look like you’re about to explode?”

Rin lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Because,” he mutters, squeezing your fingers, “you look… too good in it.”

A small smirk tugs at your lips. “Too good?”

He huffs, gaze flickering back to yours before finally giving in. In one swift motion, he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His face buries into your shoulder, voice muffled but laced with sincerity.

“…Don’t wear this around anyone else,” he mumbles.

You chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. “Jealous, Rin?”

He doesn’t answer, but the way he holds you closer says enough. You pressed your lips against his cheek only for him to hug you tighter.

@𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐱𝐝𝐩𝐩 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.