This Is Sending Me

HE'S SO ADORRAAABVLEEEEWW OH EM GEEEE YOUNGER CHIGIRI WITH SHORT HAIRR

Blue Lock characters and the way they pine after you

Characters: Isagi, Bachira, Rin & Kaiser x reader

Disclaimer: Don't take anything to heart, everything I write is from my perspective and how I perceive characters, so if it's OOC yeah, that's kind of sad. Now enjoy! :)

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Isagi Yoichi

Obvious and clingy pining

When Isagi Yoichi has a crush, he becomes a stuttering and blushing mess whenever you come near. It's literally so obvious that his friends snicker behind him whenever his head immediately shoots to the direction where he'd heard your voice or name, or when his gaze lingers on you longer than would be considered normal.

Though, despite him becoming flushed by your presence, he will actively seak out your company.

Going to the grocery? You can count on him to follow you. Cooking? He might not be a Michelin chef, but he'll offer you his help. (Spoiler alert: he did not help. He's absolutely a disaster in the kitchen). Watching a movie? He'll sit near you, mabe not that close that your ellbows would be touching, but close enough to feel his body warmth.

His friends tease him about his obvious behaviour, but when it comes to you, he's an utterly useless sap.

And well, who could blame him?

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Bachira Meguru

Attention seeking and tactile pining

Bachira Meguru is tactile. But moreso when he has a crush.

Whenever you would be walking side by side, it's a given that his arms would occasionally brush yours. When you look up, he'll give you the most cheeky and warm grin known to mankind.

Just know that hugs are a daily occurence when Bachira is involved. Cuddling against each other on the couch when watching a movie, to a side hug with his nose pressing into your shoulder whenever you're cooking.

And, well, Bachira Meguru is a ball of sunshine, and he needs your attention to shine even brighter.

When your eyes drift over to someone else, or you're too long upholding a conversation with someone that isn't him, he'll become extra loud and whiny, frequently pulling your arm and pouting, until you finally relent, and give him your full attention, all the while profuselt apologising to the other person.

A few minutes later, when your eyes are only for him, he'll beam at you and go on on his merry way. Any trace of his childish pouting disappeared from his face.

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Itoshi Rin

Small acts of service and remembering details pining

Okay, let's be real. Itoshi Rin is a little bit emotionally stunted, so he would definitely not be obvious in his pining.

The trick lies in the more finer details. For example him bringing an extra hairtie or umbrella, because he knows you'll forget yours. He'll hand you to the item, without looking you into the eye, grumbling a "no problem" underneath his breath. But if you look closer, you'll see the tips of his ears turn slightly red.

And when you talk, he might appear disinterested, with his aloof air, the constant sighing and the stoic set of his eyes, but he'll remember a passing detail from a conversation from weeks ago, and bring it up later.

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Michael Kaiser

Touchy and flaunting pining

Michael Kaiser is a flashy guy. Everthing he does is humongous, perfect, and absolutely so him. (Aka; outstanding, but with the best intentions).

He'll never pass up the opportunity to talk about you, or if that isn't possible, he'll make sure that everyone knows that you belong with him. A selfie with him on his socials? His socials consist of 95% of you. Bringing your name up during interviews? Watch the Youtube compilations of "Michael Kaiser being in love for ten minutes straight". And of course, having you attend all his football games, making sure that there's always a seat reserved for you.

But outside from that, Michael Kaiser is also, a really, tactile guy. Whenever in passing, he'll card his hands through your locks, enjoying the feeling of your silky hair brushing against his fingertips. Or when someone else will come too close to you, he'll draw his arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, all the while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and shooting complacent looks at the other person.

After all, what were they, compared to him?

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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)

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

Hiii, love ur posts <3

Can I please request sick (with fever) and grumpy Rin and y/n has to take care of him

♡ Sick!Rin x gn!Reader, 1k words

♡ Contents: Pro Soccer player Rin, established relationship, fluff

"What do you think you're doing?" You ask, catching up to Rin right before he's about to leave for practice. He turns back around to look at you with a confused expression. "Going to pactice." He says matter of factly. You sigh, rubbing the remainder of sleep from your eyes. Usually you'd sleep for another hour before getting ready for work, but this morning, the sound of coughing and sniffling had you stirring in your sleep, and wake up startled when the realization that your boyfriend was going to practice sick, hit your groggy mind. You had managed to scramble out of bed right in time to stop him.

"Rin, we've talked about this." you sigh and hug yourself, rubbing your arms to ward off the cold that your flannel pjama fails to protect you from. "You're clearly not better. I'd even go as far as to say that you look worse than yesterday. And I made you promise that you would stay home if you're not better." Your lips curl into a frown.

"I'm feeling fine." Rin replies, but the cough that follows his word proves the opposite. "Go back to bed love."

"Only if you go to bed with me." You try to reason with him. "I'm not letting you leave this appartement Rin, and if I have to drag you away from the door and tie you to the bed, so be it, but you're not going to practice today." Both of you know that Rin could easily overpower you. He benches double your weight in the gym. Rin lets his bag slide down his shoulder, watching it hit the floor with a thump. "I'm really ok tho, love. My nose is just a little stuffy."

You huff, and with two steps forward you close the gap between the two of you. Gently you place your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat of his skin. "You have a fever." you mumble, and Rin looks back at you, guilty, like a child that's just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. "Arguing back won't do anything but waste the time we could be spending cuddled up in bed." You say after a moment of silence, in which Rin had been pondering his options to somehow convince you to let him leave. But looking into your eyes, he knows you won't budge. He sighs, kicking off his shoes. "Fine, let me just inform everyone real quick."

Not even ten minutes later the two of you back in bed. Rin is stripped down once again to merely his underwear, his usual sleeping attire, and you're hugging him, your arms tightly wrapped around his middle. "I feel like I'm wasting important time." Rin mutters. You know how much it hurts him to miss practice. It always makes him feel like he's not good enough, and like it's slowing his path to the top. "Even the best soccer players get sick babe. It won't keep you from being the number 1 striker." You reply and he huffs. You press a kiss to his temple, feeling the warmth of his fever against your lips. "Your body needs time to heal, Rin. You're not a machine."

Rin lets out a quiet sigh, his body finally giving in to exhaustion as he sinks further into your embrace. His fever-warmed skin presses against you, and though he won’t say it, you know he finds comfort in your presence. “Even if I'm sick, I still need to be out there. Otherwise I won't improve.” he mumbles, his voice softer now, edged with lingering frustration. Your fingers threading through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. "You can’t push yourself if your body gives out, Rin. That won't help you improve either. It's ok.” His grip on you loosens slightly, his breathing evening out, and as his eyes flutter shut, you know he’s finally allowing himself to rest. You smile, brushing stray strands of hair from his face. “Sleep well, striker.” you murmur, and he hums faintly in response, already drifting into much-needed sleep.

When Rin wakes up from his dreamless slumber he doesn't know if he's been out for minutes, hours or maybe even days. What he does know, is that the pounding and his head and the hot and cold flashes that had been his raking body are gone now. He stretched, his limbs pooping, everything feeling stiff. A warm shower would take care of that. Rins gaze sweeps over the bed, finding your side empty. Carefully he gets up, putting on a sweater and some sweatpants before he makes his way to the living room. A delicious smell hits his stuffed nose as he walks down the hallway.

"You're awake!" You say cheerfully when you see Rin walk into the kitchen. You're standing infront of the stove, stirring the insides of a big pot. "How are you, love?" Rin wraps himself around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "A lot better." he replies, and peers down into the pot. "What are you making?" Rin asks, softly kissing your neck. "Chicken soup. With the added secret ingredient you should be back to normal in no time!"

Rin chuckles, "The secret ingredient is love, isn't it?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you stir the soup. “Maybe,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his. “But I was actually going to say ginger. It helps with colds, you know.”

Rin hums, tightening his hold around you as he nuzzles against your neck. “Love sounds like a better ingredient,” he murmurs, voice still slightly raspy but full of warmth.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Alright, if love is the secret ingredient, then you better eat every last drop of this soup.”

Rin chuckles, pulling back slightly to look at you. “If you’re the one who made it, I’d eat it even if it tasted awful.”

You gasp, feigning offense. “Excuse me? Are you saying my cooking is bad?”

He smirks. “No, I’m just saying I’d suffer through anything for you.”

Shaking your head, you ladle some soup into a bowl and hand it to him. “Less flirting, more eating number one striker.”

Rin grins before taking a sip, warmth spreading through him. He exhales softly, his shoulders relaxing. “Tastes like home,” he murmurs, and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart melt.

A/N: I'm SOOOOO sorry it took me this long to write this request (-﹏-。) I hope it was worth the wait (˘ᵌ˘)/*♡ I'm convinced Rin would be such a baby when sick, he just wants to be held

Michael Kaiser has a habit of bending down to your level (if you're shorter than him), hands on his hips, sassying you whenever the two of you have an argument.

You can't help but leave the room everytime he does this. It leaves you weak in the knees and the score Michael 1 - You 0.

"𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

kaiser was used to getting what he wanted. 

a childhood of fists and slurred threats had taught him that power belonged to the strongest, the smartest, the ones who knew how to control the board. his father had controlled through fear. his mother had controlled through absence. he had learned to control through understanding. not to heal, but to win. 

that was why he read. psychology books lined his shelves, not for self-improvement, but for strategy. he picked apart minds the way he picked apart defenses on the field, exploiting weaknesses to his advantage. every opponent had an insecurity, a trigger, a soft spot. teammates were no different. he whispered the right words at the right time, making them believe in him, bend to him. he played the game not just with his feet, but with his mind. 

and he won. always. 

until you. 

you were supposed to be another challenge, another prize. kaiser was good-looking, successful, charismatic, no one told him no. but you did. not rudely, not cruelly. just a simple, unwavering “no” that threw him off balance more than any defender ever had. 

“you’re not ready for me,” you had said. “not like this.” 

he had scoffed, laughed it off, but something in your eyes unsettled him. you saw through him. the masks, the manipulations, the carefully crafted persona he had spent years perfecting. you weren’t interested in his charm, his success, or the way he could twist words to make people crumble. 

you wanted something he didn’t know how to give. 

“come back when you’ve stopped running,” you told him. 

at first, he convinced himself you were playing hard to get. that you’d come around, like they all did. but days turned to weeks, then months, and you didn’t waver. every time he saw you, you were the same. honest. steady. unmoved by his tactics. 

it pissed him off. 

kaiser found himself standing in front of a mirror late one night, gripping the edge of the sink, knuckles white. the bathroom lights flickered slightly, an old wiring issue he hadn’t bothered to fix. his breath came hard and fast. another bad game. another night where he’d screamed at his teammates for mistakes that were just as much his fault as theirs. he had watched their faces, the way their shoulders tensed, the way their confidence shrank. 

he knew that feeling. 

he had worn it once, long ago, cowering under his father’s drunken rage. 

the thought hit him like a punch to the gut. his grip on the sink tightened as he forced himself to look at his reflection. dark circles beneath his eyes, tension in his jaw, a sneer twisting his lips. he looked like a man who resented the world. like a man who needed control to survive. 

like his father. 

a sickening wave of nausea curled in his stomach. he stumbled back, his breath coming sharp and ragged. he clenched his fists, shaking his head. 

no. that wasn’t him. he wasn’t like that. 

but wasn’t he? 

hadn’t he built his entire life on power, on knowing exactly how to bend people to his will? hadn’t he used his words like his father had used his fists? maybe not in violence, but in force. in control. 

a trembling breath escaped his lips. he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the memory away. the stench of beer on his father’s breath, the sharp sting of words that cut deeper than any blow. “you’ll never be anything. you’re just like me.” 

no. 

he had spent his entire life trying to prove that wrong, but maybe in the end, he had just become the same poison, poured into a different bottle. 

that night, he barely slept. he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the realization that for all his intelligence, all his careful calculations, he had never once truly looked at himself. 

but you had. 

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kaiser found you at the park just before sunset. the sky was painted in streaks of orange and pink, the air crisp with the fading warmth of the day. you were sitting on a wooden bench near the soccer field, watching a group of kids kick around a ball, their laughter ringing through the air. 

he hesitated for a moment, hands in his pockets, before forcing himself to move forward. the old him would have had a plan, a perfect script to sway you. but now, he had nothing but the truth. 

so he sat beside you, letting a moment of silence settle between you both before speaking. 

“i don’t know how to be better,” he admitted, his voice quieter than he intended. “i only know how to win. and i don’t want to do that with you.” 

you turned to look at him, studying him in that way you always did, like you saw past everything he tried to be and straight to everything he was. 

he braced himself, expecting rejection, expecting you to say that it was too late. 

but you didn’t. 

“you’re trying,” you said softly. “that’s enough.” 

his chest tightened. his whole life, worth had been measured by success, by control. but here you were, telling him that just the act of trying was enough. 

“you’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” he asked, half a smile pulling at his lips. 

you shook your head, though there was warmth in your eyes. “no. if it was easy, it wouldn’t mean anything.” 

he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair as he glanced toward the kids still playing. 

“then i guess i’ve got work to do.” 

you smiled, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn’t running. 

he was finally standing still. 

and maybe, just maybe, that was how he really won you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: kaiser is one of my favorite written characters and i definitely see a lot of people get him wrong. this video does a really good job of explaining who he is and i highly recommend it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD77we_jtQQ&list=LL&index=8 

he definitely doesn't deserve to have grown up the way he did, but i also want to include the message in here to not repeat generational cycles. sometimes, we can even do it unconsciously, but catch yourself before it becomes too familiar. work on yourself, healing is the best thing you can do for yourself. sending much love to everyone reading this 🫶🏻

itoshi rin - “ lost ? “

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your boyfriend, itoshi rin, always looks a little lost whenever he’s out with you. he doesn’t really get your antics, but he’ll follow you anyways ♡

warnings ɞ

loverboy rin lol, reader is described as pretty, beautiful, etc, oh oh and reader buys a dress , not much else , and ummm just lots of fluff and cutesy stuff and yeah !

“are you looking for something, sir?” a store attendant asks, a kind smile on her lips. she looks back at him— the man you love— who is also known as your boyfriend, rin. itoshi rin.

“no.” he’d respond, shaking his head at the woman. short and simple, as always. in all honesty, rin’s not too sure what he’s doing here. he watches as the lady leaves, his eyes immediately shifting to the dressing room. you told him to wait out here while you try on some outfits, but he feels like you’ve been taking a bit too long in there. are you hurt?

the thought alone is enough to make him feel a bit skittish, his foot tapping against the floor. he peers inside, glancing back at the endless stalls of dressing rooms. he eyes the one you stepped into— number thirteen. thirteen, thirteen, thirteen. are you okay? he feels a bit sick. what if something happened to you?

he spots you walking out after what felt like hours of nervously chattering his teeth, and he relaxes immediately. shoulders slumped and the crease from his eyebrows furrowing smoothing over, he finds his feet just barely grazing the little fencing of the queue. he knows he shouldn’t, it’s the women’s dressing room— but you’re right there, approaching him with that happy smile on your face.

“riiinn,” you draw out, and he feels his knees going weak. you’re so beautiful he’s almost sure he could cry. but he remains stoic, his hand reaching out to take some of the clothes for you. “look.” you say, holding up.. some sort of dress. he thinks he recalls you showing him a picture of something similar earlier today.

“you’ll look beautiful. let’s go pay now.” he’d say, his tone just as gentle as ever. he’s always like this with you. his hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and brushing aside your hair as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

he reaches for your hand, leading you to the register. it’s usually you leading him, but he feels sort of bad for trailing behind you like a puppy.

the next time you both go somewhere, you’re bringing him to a cafe. your favorite one. yes, rin remembers these things. how could he not? he’d never forgive himself if he were to forget anything about you.

“mhm.. yes, can i please get (favourite order)?” you ask, expression bright. rin thinks you’re like the sun sometimes. shining so prettily. he wishes he could take a picture— but he’d feel like a creep pulling out his phone in the middle of a cafe and taking photos of you like some stalker. but you’re the absolute love of his life, why should he care?

probably because he knows you’ll get all embarrassed and flustered if he does pull out his phone like he wants to. as much as he’d love to capture your beautiful smile in a picture to admire when he misses you, he would much rather have you happy.

but, don’t blame him when he ‘sneakily’ snaps a picture of you. the tips of his flush a pretty shade of red when his flash goes off, and rin is so embarrassed that he feels like that reindeer with the red nose when he watches your lips part.

“rin!” you exclaim, practically dropping your drink as you look back at your boyfriend from across the table. “did you just—“

“i didn’t.” he mumbles, gaze shifting away from yours. his pale lips curve into a subtle pout, and you really can’t bring yourself to be upset. you just flash him a knowing smile, which only makes his heart beat faster and spin the stars around his head a little harder. have you put a spell or something on him?

rin likes going out with you.

he feels a little confused sometimes, especially when you’re walking down the sidewalk, eyes bright as you look at the stores lined up. rin knows you like shopping, so he’s more than happy to come with you on your little trips to the store. even if he has no idea what he’s doing.

all he knows, is that you look so gorgeous when you smile. nothing could ever compete with you and your undeniable beauty, the absolute joy that radiates off of you like some sort of angel’s aura whenever you’re happy.

he feels a little proud, knowing that he’s contributing to your happiness as you tug him along, your fingers interlocked with his.

he likes it when you smile, he likes it when you’re happy.

on your next date, your boyfriend has no complaints standing with you in a line for some sort store. you told him it was a new one, and that you’re so excited to look inside. he’s just happy to be with you.

when you’re both finally let inside, he follows after you, eyes focused on your form as you excitedly look through everything. he has to physically hold himself back from falling over. you’re so, so, cute. he lives for that smile.

“rin, rin!” you wave your hand in front of his eyes, a small giggle escaping your lips at the dazed, or more like, lovestruck expression on his face. “are you listening?” you ask, tilting your head and leaning closer to him.

“of course.” he says quickly, feeling just a little ashamed for getting distracted. “…i’m sorry.” he says after a few moments. should he drop to his knees?

“don’t apologise.” you smile, cupping his cheeks and squishing them slightly. if you both weren’t so caught up loving each other, you could almost hear someone in the background.. something about.. ‘why can’t that be me?’ single people, these days.

“what were you saying?” rin prompts, nose scrunching slightly as you pinch at his cheek. he loves you more than anything, but this is a little embarrassing. he feels like a child. yet, he somehow likes it. maybe because it’s you.

“oh, right! have a look at this dress!”

and that’s how rin finds himself standing in the middle of yet another store, looking like a little boy who’s lost his mother after you ran off. he sighs fondly, eyes sparkling as he watches you look through a shelf. he doesn’t care about anything in this store. as far as he cares, all of it is just a bunch of little things that will bring you joy.

your dates are always fun, rin thinks. but he likes it when the two of you are together at home, too.

you’re curled against him, scrolling through tiktok with your head resting on his shoulder. yes, he loves this. even if he has no idea what the video you’re showing him is supposed to mean.

“your humour is interesting, love.” he mutters, nuzzling his nose against your hair. a playful jab watered down by his love for you.

your boyfriend, itoshi rin, loves you more than anything.

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