The Youtube édits Weren't Joking, Isagi Really Is The Mahoraga Of Blue Lock. He'll See Kaiser's Incredibly

when RIN ITOSHI falls in love, it shows. you'd think he'd be able to keep it hidden, since he's such a closed-off guy. but something about you is just… different. you break down his walls effortlessly and leave him a blushing, stammering mess.

he blushes when your hands brush against each other, has a minor meltdown (positive) when you compliment his sweater. he likes you—he's aware of this, and so is everyone else, except you, it seems—but do you like him back?

it sure seems like it sometimes; there's no way that half the things you say are platonic. but he doesn't wanna overstep and ruin a friendship, y'know? and he's also too dense to realize that maybe you want him to make a move first. you drop hints, of course. lunch date and study dates and even actual cafe dates.

so it all comes down to you in the end, one summer evening, when you just can't take it anymore. months and months of pining and hint-dropping, resulting in just what exactly? nothing but rin getting getting more and more shy around you, and even starting to avoid you a little bit. it's clear that this boy is hopeless.

so you kiss him.

the lack of yuri on ice fanfiction is EATING me alive. I LITERALLY YEARN FOR A GOOD YURI ON ICE STORY THEYRE ALL FROM YEARS AGOOO

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.

BYE

by god. everything that blue lock is, can be found in this page.

a dude tweaking and about to have a body count, a dude being gay and another dude seeing all of this and going FANTASTIC !

▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• secret door- arctic monkeys

rin is your person.

he always has been.

the one who waits for you after class, standing by the door with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s not been lingering for you the whole time. the one who knows exactly how you like your coffee. the one who remembers the stories you told him years ago, little things you’d long since forgotten until he brings them up like they’re important.

because to rin, they are.

and it’s moments like those that make you wonder.

wonder if the way his eyes soften when he looks at you means something. if the warmth in his voice when he murmurs, “you’re okay,” after a long day is more than just friendly concern. if the way his fingers linger at your wrist—gentle, grounding—is his way of saying, i’m here. i’ve always been here.

it’s enough to keep you hopeful. enough to make your heart flutter when you imagine what it might be like if you just told him.

but rin is your friend first. and you’re scared of what happens if that changes.

so you stay quiet.

and then she shows up.

it’s innocent at first—he mentions her name in passing, some girl in his class who’s “pretty cool.” you brush it off because, well, you’re you, and he’s rin. surely, you don’t have anything to worry about.

but then she’s there again. and again. and again.

and soon enough, he’s talking about her the way you once thought he might talk about you.

it’s not long before they’re together.

you smile when he tells you. you smile because what else can you do? you smile because rin is your friend, and friends are happy for each other. you smile because if you don’t, you might just break down right then and there.

he smiles back, like he’s found something good—something solid and real. you feel your chest tighten.

and god, it hurts.

because rin used to look at you like that. like you were his world. like you were enough.

and maybe you were. once.

but that was before he convinced himself you didn’t feel the same. before he moved on. before you let him slip through your fingers, all because you were too scared to reach out.

and now you’re stuck—stuck watching him love someone else while your heart still clings to him. still hopes for something that isn’t yours to hope for anymore.

so you learn to smile when he brings her up. you learn to push your feelings down until they feel distant, dull. you teach yourself to stop imagining what could’ve been because it doesn’t matter now.

he’s happy. that should be enough.

it has to be.

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."

art by: w0320h

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 ^^;

Sleeveless Isagi PT.2 because the ladies asked for more fanservice 😮‍💨✨

im so obsessed with him and his two blue rat tails