Yeah, Whatever Same

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.

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

ON MY KNEES BEGGING PLEASE MORE KAISER X HOGWARTS AU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🫡

characters ; slytherin!kaiser, professor!kaiser | wc ; 1.9k contains ; hogwarts au, aged-up characters, kind of major character death (?), gn!reader, no pronouns used, not edited as of 02/17

i'm gonna come back to the present with this one, where you and kaiser are years older, both respectable professors with a rivalry that just cannot die down for the life of itself. he's preparing a boggart for tomorrow's class period for his defense against the dark arts class, watching as some of the academy's attendants roll in an antiqe grandfather clock, where it shakes violently on the cart despite all the chains its confined in.

it had been awhile since he had faced a boggart, he thinks to himself as the attendants settle the clock down with a loud thud. he figures he has to tame it it for a bit to be suitable for the children—apparent enough so that the lesson can be taught properly, but not so much so that it'd harm them (though, he does supposes that one bratty gryffindor third year could do with some discipline).

he mutters an appreciation of thanks to the attendants that leave, giving them their respects to one of hogwarts acclaimed professors of the decade. kaiser eyes the chains on the clock and casts a spell that retracts them from the clock. the shaking eventually settles itself down, now with less restrictions to confine the creature it holds. kaiser sighs and cracks his necks free of tension, removing his reading glasses and wanting to get this over with so he can hurry up and attend his final duties for tonight.

he was fourteen when he confronted a boggart for the first time. it was in front of anyone that he revealed his worst fear was his very own father, and the boggart stood before him in the shape of his old man the last time he saw him before he was taken away and left kaiser to fend for himself as an orphan. there he stood in front of kaiser—in a greasy wifebeater stained with beer and striped underpants that just barely covered himself. a large scowl appeared on his face, the last emotion kaiser saw on him before a couple of aurors took him away from that wretched home.

now in his late twenties, kaiser can't imagine that much has changed. he's seen and dealt with things much more horrifying than a drunken father, but his courage withstood all, and the fear was short-lived. the image of his father, however, still managed to stain his head even after all these years.

as he circles his desk, he stares at the grandfather clock, cocking a brow when it begins to shudder again the closer he comes to it; as though it can sense his presence. he waits patiently, his wand at the ready in his hand as the pendulum door slowly opens with a familiar hand creeping out. kaiser's eyes narrow, recognizing the wedding band that wounds itself around a swollen finger.

eventually, the figure of his father steps out of the case, deep blue eyes that match kaiser's own staring directly up at him. kaiser was only barely four feet tall when his father was permanently severed from his life. he towers over him now, at six foot two, but despite it, he still feels a slight falter in his knees.

the father/boggart smirks evilly, the beer bottle fisted in his right hand going to point at him accusingly.

"sub-human trash," the father/boggart spits at him, saliva speckling onto kaiser's cheek. "useless. a creature that's lower than animals, than filth itself!"

kaiser huffs a spare lock of hair out of his face, feeling slightly unfazed when the father/boggart approaches him eerily slow. he yawns tiredly, preparing his wand to conduct a spell.

"you're a piece of sh—"

the boggart/father suddenly stopped in its tracks, stuttering. it attempted to sound the word "shit" out, but was stuck on the "sh" syllable, repeating it over and over again as its form wobbled and shook. kaiser stiffens suddenly, a crease in his forehead forming from the furrow of his brows when the boggart stays paralyzed in its spot.

this was odd. this had never happened before. he hadn't even casted the charm yet, so he was perplexed as to why it was already beginning to change when he hadn't done anything yet.

the boggart/father groans out suddenly, as if it was in pain, then suddenly its current form vanished into black smoke, before it quickly resembled a new form that made kaiser's blood run cold.

confounded, he was no longer staring at the image of his father, but rather...

you.

you stand still in front of him ever so patiently, a soft smile that you rarely ever gave to him upon your lips. your hair still as elegant as ever, falling and framing your face in a portrait-like fashion. you had your everyday cloak on, looking nothing less of lovely despite the plain-looking clothes. your eyes, warm and inviting, as they soften at him.

kaiser saw you everyday since you and him started working together, whether it be in passing or in the same meeting room. but in this form, you looked more radiant than usual, almost hypnotizingly so.

something switched in kaiser's brain. you were normally untouchable to him, some sort of forcefield around you that constantly kept him at bay away from you. you always seemed to constantly keep him at arm's distance, just close enough for him to look at you clearly but never touch you. yet, somehow, this form of you seems to have gotten rid of that shield around you and you're looking at him with a placidity that you only granted to those that were deserving of it.

so kaiser's breath hitched accordingly so when your voice had whispered out a gentle sound to him that made his head spin.

"michael," you greet so tenderly to him, the smile still settled on your lips.

michael...

right, his name. his... his first name. his given name. it felt odd hearing it sometimes, considering that the name never came out of his own father's lips because he thought of saying his own son's name felt like a sin as it was one of the last things his ex-lover had left him sparingly. he was used to being referred to as his last name, so whenever he heard "michael", even if it wasn't directed towards him, it made kaiser's heart clutch with a longing.

but hearing it from your own lips made a familiar weakening in his knees spread throughout the course of his body. it felt... melodious to him, when it came out of your voice. you beckon him so fondly with it, and kaiser can't help but take a step forward with a hand out towards you.

the moment his entire foot sets itself on the ground, however, granting him one step closer to you, a horrid spark of green light suddenly shoots out from behind you, striking you directly from the back and webbing you with green lightening. you let out an excruciatingly painful shriek that echoes hauntingly through the classroom before you go limp and crumple to the ground, lying face up.

kaiser's jaw unhinges from itself, a strangled sound coming out of his throat when he stares what was in front of him.

he automatically takes his step back, creating a space between you and him as your face falls toward him, your eyes visibly having no life and warmth left in them. his chest tightens and hands shake as his body continues to force him to stare at your lifeless body in front of him.

his mouth goes dry, body frozen in place. kaiser suddenly feels his fingers twitch and uses that singular act of rebellion in his body to cast the charm before the shock fully settled into place inside his body.

"RIDDIKULUS!" he hollers, his wand pointing at your lifeless body before the charm protrudes out of his wand and transforms the boggart into a figure of yoichi isagi getting tomatoes thrown at him from an invisible crowd. normally such a sight would make kaiser laugh hysterically, but the shock from before instills some remnants in his nerves, so he casts the boggart back into its rightful place and unsheathes the chains back to it, the grandfather clock thrashing against them once again.

kaiser staggers to a nearby desk to steady himself, his vision blurring from the adrenaline rush. the boggart, though confined back into the case of the clock, ghosts the figure of your lifeless body on the floor as kaiser attempts to examine his surroundings. a hand goes to his neck and gives it a firm squeeze, spurring reality back to himself.

deep breaths and gasps inhale and exhale out of his lungs, as though to pump out the leftover daze from himself. he falls into the desk chair, holding his pounding forehead in his hand.

he knew that people could have multiple fears that the boggart could possess the form of, but he thought his only one true fear was his father spatting insults left and right to him. he's had to rid of boggarts before and they've always had the same form of that good-for-nothing father, so kaiser's head rushes with questions of what changed.

but more importantly, why did it change into you? into an image where kaiser witnessed your death?

he earns more questions than answers as he tries to regulate himself. the throbbing in his forehead doesn't seem to be stopping soon, so kaiser drags a hand down his face as he stares miserably at the shaking grandfather clock.

he jolts suddenly, hearing the unclicking of the classroom door. his head snaps towards it and he stands up too quick for his own good, feeling his head rush from the lack of blood that makes him stumble a bit.

you poke your head into the defense against the dark arts classroom, your eyes wandering for a specific blonde before you find him standing dumbly in the middle of it.

kaiser's eyes widen at your sudden appearance, fighting the urge to look back at the grandfather clock to make sure it was actually you, the true you. the you that still has a pulse.

"hey, the meeting is about to start in a few," you mention as you open the door wider. "don't be late. the headmaster might give you another lecture again."

kaiser doesn't respond, but instead stares at you silently with an unreadable expression, as though he was petrified.

you snap your fingers, breaking him out of his trance. "you good?"

kaiser suddenly finds the stiffness in his spine suddenly disappear when the sound of your snapping fingers rings in his ears, making the fuzziness in them tune out. he blinks rapidly, rubbing his eyes.

the figure of you leaning on the doorframe clears itself in his field of vision. you raise a brow.

"huh? oh. yeah, the meeting," kaiser mutters through a dry throat.

you roll your eyes and kaiser can see that familiar glaze of life in them that manages to expel the shock for good from his mind. you were alive. you always have been. you're standing right in front of him, arms crossed with a disapproving look on your perfect face, a frown adorned on your perfect lips.

"they figured you'd forget, so they asked me to come fetch you," you sigh, examining your fingernails. you begin to shut the door behind you, ignorant to the spell you've casted on him.

"starts in ten. do not be late!" you call out just before you slam the door on him and leave kaiser all alone with his thoughts in the classroom.

do i look alright? // rin hitoshi

you turned around, gazing at yourself in the mirror, as you admired the sundress your husband had picked out for you, the soft cloth fitting onto each dip of your body, revealing every inch of you from bottom-to-top, the soft hue of pink complimenting the blush you decided to wear today, your little handbag in one hand as you felt your husbands hands slide around your waist before handing you your favourite ceramic-flower hairclips, ruffling the thin material as he held onto you, picking up your head to meet his beryl-like eyes, he stood strong and tall like a guard dog next to you, protecting you from the rough outside world.

“do i look alright?” you asked him as you tilted your head, unsure if you liked the dress or not. rin pressed a kiss onto the tip of your ear as he looked down at you, 

his mind drifted away as nostalgia filled him, recalling the first time he’d seen you, you had worn a similar dress to this, catching his eye from the crowd of thousands of faces surrounding him, you were like birdsong to his dull, soul hungry life. 

“hm? rin? you there?” 

“beautiful,” he huffed out, 

“you look beautiful.” 

itoshi rin

just rin and his cutesy girlfriend who loves it when he does her hair.

his hands are just so nice, and feel so good! the way he gently brushes his slim fingers through her locks, free hand reaching to gently pick up the bow you picked out.

“are you sure it’s this one?” he asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. you nod happily, and rin is sure he’ll melt as he moves to tie the bow into your hair.

“so pretty.” he hums after finishing, looking back at your reflection in the mirror as your expression brightens.

your boyfriend, rin, is always happy to help with your outfits, your hair, even your makeup— but he will admit, he feels just a little flustered when you ask him to apply your lipstick for you.

“alright, love. let me just..” he trails off, attempting to appear nonchalant. he’s definitely not nervous. not at all!

okay, maybe he is. but he just wants to make sure his cute girlfriend’s face stays cute— he’s never ever forgive himself if he smeared her lipstick!

however, despite his doubts, rin is actually pretty good. and as time goes on, he’s a pro. easily applying some pretty lipstick over your lips, smiling just a little at the happy expression on your face. you’re so beautiful, he thinks.

masterlist.

note: might make more parts if u want more :3 sorry if this is short / boring!! :((

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

Bro’s the Type to…

Kaiser, rin, sae, shidou, reo, nagi

|masterlist

|masterlist #2

Kaiser

-Bro’s the type to send you smug selfies with the caption, “Miss me yet?” even if you just saw him.

-Bro’s the type to act like he doesn’t care about your praise, but if you don’t compliment his plays, he will pout.

-Bro’s the type to call you right after a game just to hear your voice. If he lost, he won’t admit he needs comfort, but you can hear it in his voice when he asks, “Did you watch?”

-Bro’s the type to joke about being your one true love, but deep down, he means it.

Rin

-Bro’s the type to get so excited when he sees you that he accidentally smiles too big—then immediately tries to play it cool.

-Bro’s the type to take mental notes on your favorite things and surprise you with them without a word.

-Bro’s the type to glare at the ground after a bad game, but if you come up and say, “You did well,” he won’t admit it, but it fixes everything.

-Bro’s the type to pretend he doesn’t care about PDA, but his hand is always hovering near yours.

Sae

-Bro’s the type to act like he’s so unbothered when you cheer for him, but if you ever stop? He will notice immediately.

-Bro’s the type to wordlessly place his jacket over your shoulders if you’re cold—and then pretend it was never a thing.

-Bro’s the type to give you advice on anything with a straight face but gets secretly soft when you take it to heart.

-Bro’s the type to sigh dramatically if you’re late to meet him but will always wait without complaint.

Shidou

-Bro’s the type to pull you into a hug so tight it lifts you off the ground—just because he felt like it.

-Bro’s the type to flirt shamelessly in public but will lowkey actually get flustered if you flirt back.

-Bro’s the type to call you in the middle of the night just to say, “Bet you were dreaming about me.”

-Bro’s the type to start fights on the field just to impress you. (Was it necessary? No. Did he do it anyway? Absolutely.)

Reo

-Bro’s the type to say, “You don’t need to buy anything, I got you,” before you even ask.

-Bro’s the type to get irrationally jealous if you compliment someone else’s skills.

-Bro’s the type to hold your hand under the table when he’s nervous about a game—he swears he’s not, but he totally is.

-Bro’s the type to look at you like you hung the moon but pretends he doesn’t when you call him out.

Nagi

-Bro’s the type to drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and say, “Wake me up when it’s time to leave.”

-Bro’s the type to get lowkey possessive if someone else makes you laugh—but he’ll just copy their joke to one-up them.

-Bro’s the type to steal your snacks and act like it was a “tax” for dating him.

-Bro’s the type to mumble “Too much effort…” but will drop everything if you need something.

Blue Lock redraws part. 6 ! Kaiserrr!!!

I might have drawn him less time than the others, but that doesn't mean i like him less!!! I even drew him as a cat! He's the one I enjoy the most drawing for now. There are so much empty space it's itching me....

Next target is the cameleon <3

5 things itoshi sae will do.

he will make you cry.

intentional or not, this man has the magical ability to turn the faucets behind your eyes. the once warm salty tears running down your cheeks become cold the moment they make contact with that one spot below your eyes.

he will force you to attend his games.

you’re immediately obligated to attend his matches as soon as you two make it official. he’s not embarrassed about you watching his matches like at all because he’s quite confident in his abilities. you technically get dragged into the stadium by the team’s guards who escort you to your seat.

he will let you see him walk around with his fuckass bangs down without any hairspray.

he’s quite shameless when he’s alone—except he isn’t, he’s in the room with you . . . but you don’t count as someone to be wary about. so when he first came to you with his bangs down, you almost squealed. it’s somewhat of a reward when you see it. he still looks like he came straight out of the photos his mom sent you from when he was younger.

he will tolerate your touches.

nope, he is not known for his affection. even with you, he doesn’t initiate it. not like it would kill him to do so, he’s just . . . clueless—you could say. but when you wrap your arms around him, hover your hands over his body, entangle your fingers with his hair, touch his face, kiss him—he’ll accept them.

he will leave you on seen.

yup. either one : he doesn’t know how to respond so he just looks stares at your text like a clueless child—debating whether he should send a stupid millennial gifs or not respond at all. or two : he’ll respond you when he meets you. “i’ll buy you dinner.” “what?” “that text. you asked what you should get for dinner.” “sae, that was 4 days ago.”

5 more things itoshi sae won’t do.

he won’t let you cry in front of him.

he’ll turn you away or he’ll walk away. look, he’s trying to give you some space but honestly, it isn’t helping. it’s not that he doesn’t want to comfort you—he just doesn’t know how to handle his own feelings, let alone yours. so he’ll leave you alone. however, when your tears dry up, he’ll come back to you and pray to God that you don’t hate him.

he won’t lie to you.

even white lies. it just isn’t part of his vocabulary. but it does come in handy—for example, when you see an article about some stupid ship between him and another celebrity, he shuts it down and you know he’s telling you the truth. then there’s the down side . . . “do you think this shade suits me?” “no. you should find another one.” he finds there is just no use in coating lies.

he won’t put you above soccer.

it sounds harsh but he doesn’t expect you to expect him to give up his livelihood for a relationship and neither should you give up yours for him. he’ll love you to the end and back—soccer isn’t on his love spectrum, more like his obsessive spectrum. so yeah, he’ll love you more than soccer but he doesn’t put you above the sport.

he won’t hide you.

it’s actually futile to get him to listen to his PR team. no, he is not ashamed going to an event with you in hand. no, he is not ashamed with keeping one highlight of you on his inactive instagram account. no, he is not going to entertain other set-ups. no, he won’t give a fuck.

but he won’t ever hate you.

don’t even try because it won’t happen.

sticky note. ARLENE IS BACK??? this week has been crazy as fuck like hello? i need a whole separate post to talk about it but you guys BETTER promise me you WILL read it.