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cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.

to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.

he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.

it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.

it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.

pick your poison, as one would say.

prince!reo was bored.

he always got what he wanted. jewels, feasts, fine clothes tailored from the rarest silks. but lately, everything felt the same. predictable. dull. so, he did what any spoiled prince would do. he sneaked out of the palace, dressed in a common tunic and cloak, though it did little to hide his identity. his violet hair, his sharp features—anyone with half a brain would know who he was. but whatever. commoners weren’t that smart, right?

he wandered through the bustling market, nose wrinkling at the scent of sweat, dirt, and ugh cheap food. his gaze landed on a girl at a fruit stall, carefully picking through a pile of peaches. he scoffed loudly, arms crossed.

“why would you buy that when there are perfectly red apples right there?” he mused, tilting his head toward the glistening apples stacked neatly beside the peaches. “who even chooses anything else?”

your head snapped toward him so fast, he almost took a step back. almost.

“who even—what?” you blinked, before narrowing your eyes. “sorry, who are you to judge my fruit preferences?”

reo blinked. no one ever spoke to him like that.

“i’m just saying, apples are the superior choice,” he huffed, flicking his hair back as if that solidified his point. “peaches bruise easily. they’re unpredictable.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “so what, you judge fruit like you judge people? only interested in the ones that look perfect on the outside?”

reo’s lips parted slightly. no one. no one. had ever spoken to him this way. not his servants, not his tutors, not even his royal parents. he was used to praise, admiration, people tripping over themselves to agree with him. but you? you were looking at him like he was some annoying fly buzzing around your head.

and for some reason, it made his heart race.

“tch. as if you’d understand,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

you snorted. “you’re right, i don’t understand. i don’t get why some random guy is sticking his nose in my fruit business.” you turned back to the stall, purposefully ignoring him now. “go bother someone else, apple boy.”

apple boy. apple boy?

reo felt something unfamiliar bloom in his chest. was this… amusement? was he actually enjoying this?

before he could stop himself, he smirked.

“you know, you’re kinda rude,” he mused, watching as you handed the vendor a few coins for your peaches. “but i think i like that.”

you shot him a glare. “good for you. now go away.”

reo chuckled, stepping back but not leaving. for the first time in forever, someone was not treating him like a prince. no fake smiles. no forced politeness. just pure, unfiltered attitude.

and honestly, he kinda liked it.

yeah, he was definitely gonna be sneaking out a lot more.

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.♡♡

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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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“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.

WOWOWOWOWOWOOWW!!!!

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MIKAGE REO thinks he’s having a heart attack when he finds out you’ve been falling asleep on public transport.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust them.

when you decline his offer of letting him pay for uber rides, he has half the mind to snatch your phone out of your hands and key in his card details himself. you don’t have the heart to tell him that private hires aren’t the safest option either.

he wasn’t even supposed to know, nagi just happened to be on the same train as you were and sent him a picture of you slumped in a corner seat. that snitch.

it’s not a play on control when he lightly reprimands you for being careless, and it’s not a show of affluence when he insists on having his chauffeur pick you up moving forward. he just wants you to be safe, and he’ll do anything in his power to keep it that way.

you’re his treasure after all.

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notes. extremely self indulgent because i am guilty of falling asleep on the way home and my friends will not stop giving me shit about it (i live in a safe city i promise)

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Lovesick! Itoshi Rin who started pushing you away the moment he felt you might become someone important to him.

Lovesick! Rin who was afraid of letting you in, of showing you his true self because he was afraid of you not loving him back and leaving him behind like his brother did.

Lovesick! Rin who despite trying his best not to fall for you couldn't help but curse his stupid heart as he found himself unable to live without you in his life.

Lovesick! Rin who finally gave in and accepted his love for you, after struggling to not fall for you all this time, knowing he failed miserably.

Lovesick! Rin who then found how much more he enjoyed life when with you, how much he loved the way you saw the world, how much he loved the way you saw him.

Lovesick! Rin who knew you were the one when he realised you had seen all of him, the good, the bad, the truly disgusting side which even he couldn't stomach, and still stayed, still loved him.

Just Lovesick! Rin who thought you would ruin him, but you ended up making him a better version of himself, something he now knows he wouldn't have become without you.

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