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Third batch of Zunko's yandere blue lock art!

Why is Hiori so hot here dammit

the bllk boys in shibuya <3

Cw: yandere, suggestive (for Kaiser)

I found out these wonderful yan bllck drawings and felt compelled to translate them (to the best of my abilities) and share them. The original artist is zunko_2225 on Twitter, they have a lovely artstyle and I recommend checking them out!

P.S: Kaiser's "get ready for fucking" likely meant "fucking prepare yourself" but my thirst for this man was happier with the first version, even if the second one is enough to make me weak on my knees

BLUE LOCK OP2 映像|ASH DA HERO「Judgement」

IM FUCKING CRYING SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE THIS BOY FROM HIMSELF

いとしりん　

Think? More like...

pairing ➤ Tsukinaga Leo x gn!s/o

genre ➤ fluff + angst with comfort

tw ➤ brief mention of 'checkmate' story

word count ➤ 431

a/n before reading: just a self-indulgent fic

Tsukinaga Leo thinks that he's in love with you.

.

Maybe it was the way you would help him come up with new song ideas.

The two of you would be sitting on the floor of an empty classroom, waiting for any inspiration to strike. Sometimes, even the King himself can't come up with any ideas but that wasn't a problem because that's when you come in! Leo can't help but admire the way you could come up with many ideas and even thought about passing his title down to you. One thing that he would never tell you is that most of the songs that he composes are about you. Having you around him influenced him into writing songs about wanting to protect what's important to him - you.

Or maybe it was the way you were the only one who could keep up with his eccentric and childish personality.

You would allow him to latch himself onto you whenever he saw you, softly laughing to yourself while you tried to pry him off you. Of course, that never worked but you didn't seem to mind. Instead, you would remain completely still, listening to him ramble on and on about his day or the new song ideas he has, patiently waiting until he finally felt satisfied.

Or maybe it was the way you were always by his side, especially when he was at his lowest. He could never forget the time you visited him every day and managed to get him to start taking care of himself.

"How are you feeling Leo?"

No answer.

You sighed. "I understand if you're not willing to talk to me but just remember that you're important to me."

No answer.

"I'll get going now," you said softly. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Wait. Leo wanted you to stay. He didn't want you to leave him.

He grabbed your hand before you could get up from the floor. Finally, he raised his head to look at you.

"Don't leave me, please…" he sobbed, eyes brimming with tears. He held onto your hand even harder, as if you would disappear if he ever let go.

Leo felt your other hand caress his cheek and allowed himself to relax.

"I'll always be at your side, no matter what."

Upon hearing your words, he allowed himself to let all his pain out, knowing that you would make him feel better later.

Ever since that day, Leo felt grateful to have you in his life and can't imagine one without you.

.

Yeah, he's definitely in love with you.

imagine...

dating itoshi rin! ♡

— HEREAFTER 

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; mikage reo

summary: how you met them ! (high school setting)

note: well hello there, aren’t you all sick & tired of seeing me every saturday? dw i’m in a slump. 2 more & i’ll be gone (no mf you can’t get rid of me that easy wym)

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤit’s cheesy, the way you were sitting down next to each other at the train station, waiting for the rain to stop. it had been a lot noisier back then, when a group of friends had taken up almost the entire space, leaving isagi with no other available seat except the one next to you. not that you mind anyway, he seemed less intimidating than those other people. but when they finally got up and left, he didn’t move to the other end. neither did you. the rest of the wait was spent in complete silence. it wasn’t until it was announced that the train would be arriving late that the two of you made a sound; it’s kind of funny how you sighed at the same time, both utterly defeated. you laughed together at the predicament you’re in, looking at each other afterwards before realizing that you were wearing the same uniform. this prompted a rather pleasant conversation, resulting in the two of you being so immersed in each other’s company that you ended up missing the train. in the end, the rain kept pouring and it was getting really late, so you opted to walking back home together — shoulders touching just like a moment ago.

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in another life. - w. j. moriarty

just a lil something that’s been in the drafts for a while now…. 😇

warnings : mtp anime end + manga spoilers, cussing, stabbing & other mentions of killing/violence, sherlock is called a bastard twice (2 times), reader is called “beautiful” once (1) but no pronouns otherwise, ignore the “- divider -” it wont let me add the pic for some reason

w/c : 1671

maybe it was the way he carried himself, or maybe it was his selfless nature; you never knew the exact reason why you fell for the crime lord in disguise. it just.. happened.

you wouldn’t call it effortless, but you can’t call it hard either. loving william might have always been easy, but loving him never was.

loving william in a physical way was horribly hard. he was always overworked and tired– or working– and most importantly, on his merry way to rid england of the corrupt nobles. he was doing a great thing, you told yourself (the ‘but the wrong way’ remained unsaid, as always), and you couldn’t wait to see the nation become one he’s always dreamt of. a place where people feel safe, and, most importantly, equal.

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MUST BE MONEY ft. mikage reo

reo's first date+kiss with you. | sfw, gn!reader

reo had always thought you were easy.

you gave it away far too casually; blatant stares and meek smiles and all. one glance in your direction and you suddenly seem to glow. it's like his gaze is a spotlight and you are his actor- one of his actors, at least. but you don't seem to mind your so-called 'competition'; leaving him with the impression that you're simply just easy- a road smoother and straighter than the road to hell.

so when you approach him about going on a date, reo isn't surprised. maybe he is; but only at the fact that you asked him directly. there was no 'spending time with you and your friends'. no 'one-on-one study session's. you'd come to him wanting a date, so he gives you a date. "after school, let's go to my place." your happiness is almost contagious when you nod yes.

reo still thinks you're easy; a lot easier than expected, if you will.

how it's barely been a half hour into this date and his arm is already slung around your shoulders is unbeknownst to him. if he didn't know any better, he'd think you're just needy- doing anything and everything for some comforting attention. but he knows you, and he's seen you, and he's seen how your eyes shimmer exclusively for him.

maybe, he wonders, pulling your body snug into his side, you're here for the money. it's the one thing that distinguishes him from other people, after all. it's not uncommon either- for girls and boys and friends and "friends" alike- saying that his wealth doesn't advantage them is like saying he's not attracted to you right now; an awkward lie that somewhat comforts him.

don't get him wrong- he's obviously been with people whom he was attracted to, and had no reservations about expressing it. but you? you fall into his lap so literally and effortlessly that liking you feels like a sin. you're way too easy for his taste- most probably only here for the money. at least, that's how he tries to convince himself.

he looks at you, noticing the drift of your hair with each exhale. you turn and look back, curious. remarking his warm breaths and even warmer gaze. he plays a dangerous game- embracing your unadulterated eyes. basking in your alluring scent; hoping it spills onto his shirt. "this is nice," you say with that smile that makes him dizzy, perhaps because the lie he's been telling himself isn't so comforting anymore.

reo doesn't quite think you're easy now.

you step right into his hands, seemingly ready to give him yourself. yet, he's afraid to hold you proper. to have you, and reo is never afraid of having. he's losing this dangerous game that you don't even know you started. you blink.

"'s quite nice, huh," he answers you- fingers habitually reaching to caress your cheek; and he has to resist pulling his hand back when you lean into it. he's done this before- god knows how many times with how many people- but your skin doesn't burn him the way the others did. you don't affect him the way they did. he hopes you don't.

he notices his breaths don't kiss your hair anymore- they land on your skin instead, and your eyes flutter in a way he's seen many times before on different people. "you look like you want something," his voice is low; composed. quite the contrast to his rampaging heart.

he plants his lips onto your right eye- closely connected to your heart. closely connected to your desires, and you seem to only have one. he's just not sure if this desire is transactional or emotional, for your eyes are too glossed over to see. he leans down.

"tell me what you want, honey," close enough to share your air, reo breathes you in. wants your smell to spill onto his skin. "is it money? you already know i've plenty to spare," shivers crawl down his spine; and he wishes he never suggested that. "is it fame? being the top student's partner- does that turn you on?" he drags his fingers down your jawline, noting every blemish he comes across. "or is it..." his nose brushes against yours.

"...me?"

"what do you think, hmm, reo?" he doesn't like the way your mouth quirks up. he doesn't like that your hand peels his away from your face. that's another two lies now- neither of which bring him comfort whatsoever. the sweet ache in his chest tells him his truth; head spinning like he's had too much honey. he loves the game you're playing.

"must be money then," his lips brush yours unsatisfyingly as he pulls away. you're not teasing him free-of-charge. he leans back, satisfied. there's a cold vacuum between him and you that heats his cheeks, however, and his satisfaction turns into longing. he longs to fill the vacuum again.

"wrong answer, idiot," answers his prayers. a cold pair of hands smacks his face- burning his cheeks with passion; then pulling him into a kiss. the mix of plush and teeth takes him by surprise. he returns it nonetheless- and this time not out of his typical courtesy. he kisses you back because he wants to, and he's sure he wants to. he kisses you back because he's worked hard for it in his mind, because he deserves it.

he deserves you.

reo couldn't be more wrong when he thought you were easy.

even as his lips and nose and breaths melt into yours, he still feels like there's more to accomplish; more to discover; more to love. you are his endgoal- you, and the entirety of you.

Hiiii! i love ur writings and I've decided to send in a request if you don't mind, can you do one with Sae finding out that his s/o was sent to the hospital because their fever got worse?

Feel free to ignore this request if you want to tho,, Thank you and have a nice day!!

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬~

♡ 1.4k words

♡ gn! Reader X Sae Itoshi

♡ Warnings: sickness, hospital, nickname (love)

♡ Summary: Sae is abroad, when he receives a call that your fever has landed you in the hospital 

This was probably the worst time possible to catch the flu, your boyfriend, Itoshi Sae, is thousands of kilometers away, back in Spain for a football match while you're barely able to move with the constant ache in your joints. 

Everything hurts, your nose is clogged, making it almost impossible to take proper breaths, and your body is constantly changing in-between feeling scalding hot and ice-cold. Your fever had been steadily rising throughout the day, and the medicine you took in the morning doesn't seem to be helping at all. You'd do anything to be in Sae's embrace right now, to be comforted by him, to be held by him. 

But you know how he is, focused on becoming the player in the world and probably training non-stop to prepare for the upcoming match. You don't want to call Sae and distract him from his tight schedule, maybe even risking him coming back and skipping the match. You don't want to be a bother to Sae, you don't want to burden him. 

Once evening arrives everything seems to worsen, you suddenly don't even have enough energy to get out of bed anymore, sweating profusely while panicking about what's happening to you. You're scared. 

"You should've called me sooner, you don't look well y/n" your friend says as she sits down on the edge of your bed, the back of her hand carefully placed against your hot forehead. "Your fever is worrying me."

"I'm sorry... I didn't want to bother you..." You mutter quietly, voice hoarse. 

"I'm guessing Sae doesn't know anything about this either." You shake your head in response, the action causing your neck to ache. Your friend huffs, "Y/N, I know you don't want to distract him while he's abroad and training, but I bet he would be pretty upset if he knew that you're keeping the fact you're sick from him." 

You frown, hands playing with the hem of your fluffy comforter. "I just know he's really busy and also kinda stressed right now, I don't wanna add to that with my issues..." 

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it. But let's focus on getting you back to health for now." Lovingly, she combs a hand through your sweaty hair, and unconsciously you lean into the loving touch you've been longing for since waking up and feeling under the weather. 

"Your temperature is at 40°, we need to get you to a doctor, like immediately."

"I'm fine, besides all doctor's offices are closed now, don't worry about it, I'll just sleep it off." You say with a little shake of your hand, but it's even an immense struggle to lift your arm. 

"You're burning up and can barely breathe, please don't be ridiculous." You can see the worry in her eyes. "I'm driving you to the hospital. No arguing, can you get up?" Of course not, she realizes that the question is redundant, and opts for just carrying you. All of your protests and feeble attempts to reassure her that you're fine fall on deaf ears as you both sit in your friend's car.

You don't remember much of what happened after arriving at the hospital, exhausted and mind in a haze, being examined by doctors, hooked up to monitors and having to stay the night, being placed in a room that's so white it makes your eyes burn, that's all you remember before falling into a deep slumber.

Sae is beyond exhausted when he finally sets foot into the hospital room, a steady rhythm of beeps greets him and for a moment he just stares at your unconscious figure lying in the white hospital bed before he makes his way over to the plastic chair right next to it. Quietly he groans, stretching out his tired limbs, he's been cramped up in a plane seat for hours, taking the quickest flight home he could find, driven by worry, being able to think about nothing but how you're doing. 

Carefully he takes your hand in his, it's much colder than usual, he notes. Gently, his other hand caresses your cheek, taking in your features, looking so peaceful in your sleep. Worry swirls in Sae's stomach, sure he's seen you sick before in your years of being in a relationship, but never has it landed you in the hospital. And on top of that, he knows that you never admit how bad you're actually feeling, always reassuring him that the pain isn't too bad when you injured yourself and never wanting to bother him with your worries and problems. Sure, Sae has a lot on his plate, but it's never too much to not have time to care about you anymore, Sae will always make time for you. 

You groan quietly, eyes blinking open, temporarily blinded by the bright white lights. A warm hand is tightly holding onto yours, and you can tell just by the feel of the calloused thumb brushing against the back of your hand who it belongs to. 

"Sae?" Your vision's still blurry, but you don't need to see, to know that it's your boyfriend who's sitting right next to you. 

"Hey love." He says softly, thumb brushing against your cheek, face feeling much cooler compared to a few hours ago. 

"Are you real?"

Sae snorts silently, "Yeah, I am." 

The sleepy haze is completely gone now, mind solely focused on the fact that he should not be here with you right now. He should be thousands of kilometers away to prepare for his match. "B-but you're supposed to be in Spain!" You exclaim, while trying to sit up. 

Gently, Sae pushes you back onto the pillow, "You shouldn't strain your body, don't waste your energy on this." You frown in response, the way your eyebrows knit together oh so cute in Sae's opinion. "I came back as soon as Ayaka called and told me she brought you to the hospital. I was worried like crazy and took the first flight home and immediately came here." 

Now that he's saying it, you notice how tired Sae looks, eye bags very apparent and hair a bit disheveled. He's still wearing his black sweatpants, and pullover from practice, not having taken the time to change. 

"I'm so sorry, Sae..." You mutter, now too ashamed to meet his emerald eyes. 

"No, don't be. I'm not gonna let you feel guilty about this." 

"But you're going to miss the match." You protest, and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh. 

"So what, you're more important! One match won't make or break my career, besides, I wouldn't have been able to focus on soccer anyway while knowing you're in the hospital." 

"That's why I didn't want you to know, so you don't get distracted." 

Sae exhales loudly, "Don't say that, you're not a distraction...well maybe, but in a good way, but that's beside the point." You can tell that Sae's struggling to convey his emotions, your thumb softly stroking his as reassurance to keep going. "You're incredibly important to me, so I don't care about flying back here at the ass crack of dawn, missing the game or not getting any sleep. I just wish you would've told me. I know you would be pretty upset if I would do the same. You're not burdening me, because I love you, and when I tell you, I was worried out of my mind. Now move over." 

Sae takes off his shoes and then lies down next to you, pulling you against his side, careful with the cables and iv connecting to you. Your head rests on his toned chest, his arm holding you close to his body, Sae's comforting warmth engulfing you. 

"I'm really glad you're here, I missed you." 

Sae hums in response, hugging you even closer, "I missed you too, a lot." 

His warmth seeps into every crevice of your body, and you feel whole again, maybe it's the painkillers they gave you, or maybe it's Sae's comforting embrace, but suddenly the uncomfortable ache in your joints is gone, the pain replaced with a feeling of contentment. 

Sae makes sure you have everything that you might need during your stay in the hospital, he brings you some of his clothes to wear (he claims they are more comfortable than yours), books, and your tablet, so you can keep yourself entertained and even your favorite snacks. He disregards all worries of getting sick himself and simply focuses on being there for you, on comforting you. 

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request anon!! You're so sweet, I'm glad you like my writing <3 The way I literally have thought about this scenario in the past-

I really love the idea of Sae just dropping everything to be with his s/o when they need him

He's a soft boy, he would do that, I just know it <3

he has grown attached too much he failed to imagine playing sports alone (when in fact he’s done that before football)

you just know he really wants genuine connection with people beyond his social status.  （πーπ）

-;. bachira meguru as your boyfriend!

; fluff headcanons, wc: 1.3k ; warnings: a lil hurt/comfort but not much! ; author's notes: i love u bachira fr + lmk who u want to see hcs with next!

‣ bachira meguru is OBSESSED with you ‣ from the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to be close to you ‣ so he made it happen! ‣ he spoke to you as often as he could, whether it be texting or calling or in person ‣ he is infatuated with everything you do fr ‣ like, u could hiccup on a call, and bachira will be giggling and kicking his feet like 'teehee my s/o hiccupped' ‣ he gets SO GIGGLY when u do anything like ‣ if you guys are on a walk and u purposefully bump his shoulder he's fr twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl ‣ his love language is 100000% physical touch ‣ and he's not shy about it, not even at the start of your relationship ‣ he's always got to be close to you

‣ holding hands & swingin them while you walk kinda thing ‣ he's into playful, fleeting touches ‣ the type to randomly pepper u with kisses ‣ he also bites???? like not in a hostile or sexual way it just ‣ he likes u sm so he bites u ‣ just.. chomp! every now and then ‣ he loves loves loves seeing you ‣ when he does he calls your name and literally SPRINTS his ass out to wherever you are and gives u the biggest hug ever <3

you jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. whipping around, you see a blur of black and yellow hair hurtling toward you at the speed of light.

before you know it, you're pulled into a tight hug, stumbling back a few paces as you laugh into bachira's hair. you wrap your arms around his head like you're trying to keep him there, grinning into the crook of your neck.

when he finally pulls away, arms still trailing on your waist. his eyes glitter with affection as they look into yours. "i missed you."

you smile. "you saw me yesterday."

bachira shoots you another starry smile and shrugs animatedly: "felt like sooo much longer without you, y'know!"

your heart flutters in your chest and you press your face into his collarbone briefly, before you pull away. his hand finds its place in your own- it fits like it was made for you.

"so," he says, "what are we doing today?"

"ice cream on the pier?"

"you know me so well!"

‣ and for dates: bachira isn't big on casual dates ‣ however, there's this ice cream shop that you're both regulars at! ‣ at least once a week, usually more, in the evenings the two of you meet to grab something sweet and just chill ‣ the two of you sit with your feet swinging off the edge above the water ‣ you each have a new flavor because the place has a rotating menu- you take turns chattering & letting each other try spoonfuls of your ice cream ‣ because of the nature of blue lock & his life path, he's busier than he'd like to be ‣ but trust that he is ALWAYSSSS messaging you ‣ man never leaves u alone ‣ like actually ‣ he ABUSES the 'notify anyway' option when you're on do not disturb ‣ calls you at stupid late hours of night just to prattle on about some stuff that doesn't matter ‣ he's a talker- he loves loves loves speaking with you ‣ his favorite thing about talking to you specifically is that you really seem to listen ‣ his friends nod their heads and play along but they don't get it ‣ you do, and you care- that's one of many things he loves about you ‣ bachira doesn't tell you he loves you often, even though he does ‣ he's got some deep-seated issues highkey LMFAO ‣ you always know he does, though ! it shines through in his little actions and the phrases of adoration he tells you ‣ all his friends/teammates know how much he loves you too ‣ like i said he is OBSESSED ‣ and he lets everyone know ‣ you send him a picture of you doing the most mundane thing? he's shoving his phone in isagi's face saying 'look how cute they are! look! now! here! you're not looking!' ‣ EVERYYYYONEEE is sick of him ‣ 'yes bachira we get it' ‣ but he KEEPS doing it ‣ (his friends are only mildly annoyed- they know how happy u make him so they don't care too much :,) ) ‣ when you're upset: bachira isn't much help ‣ he doesn't really know what to do with your feelings and he's not sure how to help ‣ he really, really wants to but he's at a loss ‣ so he just sits next to you and lets you cling on to him if that's what you want ‣ he'd stay there for as long as you want him, and if it helps, he'll talk to you about inane things that don't matter ‣ he'll talk about the weather and his games today, about isagi and rin's antics, about how dolphins are really good animals, anything that might take your mind off it ‣ he is! perfect! ‣ actually i take it back because ‣ if we're talking domesticity: this man is the best/worst roommate you'll have ‣ does the dishes only if you nag ‣ walks around (almost) naked because he doesn't really care LMFAO ‣ and worst of all he sticks to you like GLUE

"meguru," you scold, "we've gotta go. we're gonna be late."

"but you have to change," he wheedles, arms tethered around your neck as he lets his weight drop to the floor, pulling you down with him.

"and why is that a problem?"

"if you change, then you won't want to come back to bed!"

"yeah. that's the point."

"5 more minutes?" you're basically dragging him along the floor like a mop at this point. you'd kick him if you weren't in love with him.

"bachira meguru." you kick him anyways. he sprawls across the floors like a puddle of water, glaring up at you.

"fine," he sighs, pushing himself up, "fine, fine, fine!"

you extend a hand to pull him up. "c'mon, it'd be rude to be late to kunigami's birthday dinner."

he takes your hand, but tugs sharply- you tumble down onto the bedroom floor on top of him with a huff of air rushing out of your lungs.

"meguru!" he laughs and snakes an arm around you.

"i'm sure kunigami won't mind!"

‣ don't even get me STARTEDDDD on how this guy sleeps. ‣ he fr takes the WHOLE BED ‣ his arms are splayed out in every way possible, his legs too- absolutely starfished as far as he can go ‣ and he's a mfing blanket hog too. ‣ this piece of GARBAGE ‣ you'll have to get your own, but only pull it out once he's asleep- otherwise, he'll take that too ‣ big on c*ddling with you though ‣ he's gotta be touching you in SOME way ‣ typically one of you sleeps with your head on the other's chest, and you swap between positions every so often ‣ he likes it when you mess with his hair <3 ‣ try to put it in braids or pigtails and he'll fall in love ‣ will request you do that regularly LMFAO ‣ this becomes a kind of ritual- on quiet mornings, you'll sit on the edge of your shared bed and he'll be right below you ‣ you brush through his hair and deftly put little braids into it, before sweeping it into whatever style he decides ‣ it's the quiet mornings he shares with you that his love really shines thru- because he can talk to anyone, but it takes a lot of trust for him to let his guard down and be quiet ‣ anyways <3 bachira meguru u are the love of my life!

16. “Thank you” | “for what?” | “for coming into my life” (Itoshi Rin) 

request from @tsukishiro-yue2402 thank you for requesting. no header photo bcs my storage is slowly dying haha…

i don’t really expect this to get much attention since most of my rin post didn’t but either way i enjoyed writing this and that’s all that matters. 

mistakes will be corrected once i reread, lowercase intended, no specified gender. 

Itoshi Rin, he was a talented boy but not most people had approached him since most people find him intimidating and hard to communicate with. 

so itoshi rin had always been alone because he claims friends to be a distraction for him to beat his brother. but what shocked him the most was that there was this one person who just approached him out of nowhere. 

they were known as the transferee student. the moment they arrived in the school, they were immediately liked and loved by other people. rumors and gossips spread like wildfire in the whole school. it hasn’t even been a day and there’s already alot of rumors of this person. 

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I just saw this ad and holy fuck. If you are prone to epilepsy or flashing light triggered migraines if you see the top of THIS ad -

[image of cropped tumblr ad. Text reads ‘sponsored by WordAds. 5 Unique and Awesome Lightsabers. Not all lightsabers are created equal.]

Do NOT pass go. Do not try to scroll past. It is LONG and consists of a single incredibly stretched gif of random moving and flashing lights without distinct colours. It is seems as if it was DESIGNED to tigger flashing light sensitive issues.

Anyway, fuck this ad & pass on the warning to any who see it.

isagi mean girl compilation

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃

꒰ pairing ꒱ — itoshi rin x gn!reader

꒰ summary ꒱ — rin is cold to everyone, but maybe he'll warm up to you.

꒰ content warnings ꒱ — 2k wc, college au, reader wears a skirt, mentions of injury + a little blood.

you aren't one to believe in silly superlatives, but the last few months have helped you understand why itoshi rin is regarded as the most unapproachable student on campus.

he works alone and during the moments when he's required to collaborate, the man is incredibly blunt. outside of class, you rarely see him accompanied by anyone other than his team and even then he never seems thrilled to be around them. the aloof expression he constantly wears only solidifies everyone's perception of him—everyone's but yours.

you're a firm believer that people are more than they let on and rin is no different. beneath his frigid exterior, there's something more. at least, that's what you've been telling yourself for the last several weeks. if you weren't convinced, how else would you explain your efforts of getting close to him?

you're on a mission, one to see if you can chip away, thaw, the icy exterior that encases itoshi rin.

"rin!" you shout, but your call doesn't elicit any sort of response—he doesn't pause, doesn't turn his head, just keeps walking as though your voice is nothing more than a gust of wind. his disregard fails to deter you as you pick up your pace to catch up with rin's long strides. it takes a bit but when you finally do, you smile and link your arm with his. you look up at him before asking, "hey, didn't you hear me calling your name?"

"i did. i was just ignoring you." his teal eyes finally spare you a short glance before he's shaking you off, pulling his arm out of your hold and stuffing his hand in the pocket of his long, beige coat. it's you again, he thinks.

you remind him of something—a gnat, that's it. small and bothersome but easy to swat away. though, just like them, you always seem to make your way back. he's grown used to your repeated appearances, even if he finds them slightly bothersome.

"this is why you don't have any friends, you know." you sigh, the stream of air that leaves your mouth visible as a foggy cloud in front of you. you peer up at him through your eyelashes. "you're so cold."

he's silent in response to your statement and you expected as much. still, you send him a smile and continue talking. "i'm willing to look past that, though. what are you doing now?"

"going home." rin hopes his answer is enough to dispel whatever thought is brewing in your head.

"perfect! so you're free." he turns to you with a frown. what part of "going home" gave you the impression that he had nothing else to do? "wanna go get sushi? it's on campus so we wouldn't have to go far."

"no thanks." he looks away to finalize his answer.

"aw, come on, rin." if you're going to get anywhere, you can't keep letting him brush you off. "it doesn't have to be sushi," you try to bargain, but he doesn't budge, only continues toward his destination.

maybe you should just drop it, try again another time, but your body has other ideas. you take a few quick steps forward so you're standing in front of rin. you're walking partially backward as your next words come out. "we can get whatever you w-"

the ground beneath your feet doesn't feel as stable as it did a moment ago, it's slippery now, enough to make you lose your balance. you slide forward on a patch of ice before the concrete is back under you. the bottoms of your shoes catch on the roughness of the ground, launching your forward. your knees and the heels of your palms skim the sidewalk, drawing a pained gasp from your lungs.

"shit, are you okay?" rin's voice cuts through the air, and it's closer than it was when you were upright. you turn your head to find his face right beside yours. his eyes are zoned in on your hands and you swear you can see a glint of concern pass over them.

"i'm fine," you tell him, sitting back on your knees and painting on a smile to cover up the pain. you shake your hands at the wrist but the cool air only bites at your open wounds. "it just stings a little."

you're a lousy liar, rin thinks. did you think he wouldn't notice the breath of air you sucked in just now? blue-green irises scan over your hands and knees. the fall was enough to tear your tights and break the skin. there's blood slowly pooling from the surface of each scratch.

"come on," rin sighs, straightening up and shrugging his coat off his shoulders. you stare up at him with lips parted in confusion. he jerks his head in a silent gesture for you to stand up.

"where are we going?" you ask, carefully boosting yourself up from off the ground.

"to my apartment." he glances at your outfit before holding out his coat to you. "put this on."

you want to ask him why but you figure your constant questioning will put him off. you keep your lips sealed as you accept his coat, slinging it over your much thinner zip-up. your eyes dart back to where he's standing—or where he was standing. he's not there anymore but it only takes a tilt of your head to find him. he's bent at the knee in front of you and his arm reaches over his shoulder to pat his back. "get on."

your eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and triumph. the gesture itself catches you off guard—before now, it was hard to ever picture rin being so... helpful, chivalrous. on the other hand, this is the first of what you hope becomes many wins in your pursuit of melting away what you think is his frosty façade.

a quiet laugh pushes past your lips as you bend down to wrap your arms around rin's neck. he hooks his hands under your knees, a low grunt rumbling in his chest as he rises up from his position.

you can't help but think it would be a lot colder if you weren't wearing rin's coat. maybe you should have taken a look at the weather before you decided to put a skirt on this morning. it's only then that it strikes you—he didn't give you the jacket to keep you warm, he gave it to you to keep you covered. if the length of the outerwear wasn't draped over your legs, this piggyback ride would be a lot more compromising.

your cheeks and the tips of your ears are flaming hot compared to the nip of the cold air. you aren't sure if you're flustered because of the close call or the fact that rin was attentive and considerate enough to protect your decency. he's a lot more thoughtful than he puts on.

despite your fall being entirely unintentional, you have to say, the timing couldn't have been better. the walk to rin's apartment isn't far at all and if you hadn't found a way to stop him, you wouldn't have gotten through to him today.

with you still on his back, rin fishes out his keys from his pocket, sticking one into the keyhole and twisting until a click signals that the front door is unlocked. you can't see far into the apartment over his shoulder, but the kitchen and the little glimpse of the living room are exactly what you expected—neat. there are no dirty dishes littered about the counters and the blanket hanging over the back of the couch is tidily folded.

the bathroom is directly to the right of the entrance and rin nudges the door open with his foot to allow the both of you in. he kneels in front of the toilet, setting you down on the closed lid. you survey the scratches on your palms as rin washes his hands and grabs the first-aid kit he keeps under the sink. he kneels down in front of you to start treating the scrapes on your knees.

the process is a silent one, rin's focus solely on cleaning your wounds. the silence makes you want to squirm but the thought of being reprimanded by rin keeps you glued to your spot. his presence is always overwhelming but much less so when it's accompanied by conversation. so, you speak, "this is your fault, you know."

he stills for a split second before continuing, but you don't miss the way his eyebrows knit together. “how is you slipping my fault?”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh. the empty statement was merely a poor attempt at breaking the silence, but you're beginning to think that you can use this to your advantage. "i was just trying to be nice and invite you out. if you agreed to lunch with me, this all would have been avoidable."

rin clicks his tongue. he knows what you're doing; you're trying to guilt trip him, make him feel bad. and he does, he recognizes—but not for the reasons you think. he's never been particularly benevolent but something drove him to act today, something he can't quite put his finger on. all he can say for sure is that he wouldn't be doing this for just anyone.

"don't worry, though." your voice brings rin back to reality from his thoughts. his teal gaze lands on your face and you smile. it's pretty, the thinks, but there's a gleam in your eyes that isn't as sweet. "i know how you can make it up to me."

"am i not doing that now?" he asks as he finishes bandaging your second knee.

you ignore his question, holding your palms up at rin's nod toward them. "i'll forgive you if you take me up on my offer. going out for lunch, i mean."

a gnat. persistent and pesky.

"what makes you think i want your forgiveness?" his words, the bluntness of them, starkly contrasts his touch. the lithe finger applying antibiotic ointment to your torn skin is gentle, tender even.

"maybe you don't," you hum curiously. you were sure he would have given in by now but his resolve was starting to seem unbreakable. there's one strategy you have left, one you were hoping you wouldn't have to turn to. although, you suppose you could always go back on your word. and rin didn't have to know that.

you clear your throat resolutely in hopes that your next statement comes out smoothly. "i'll leave you alone if you humor me this once."

rin almost snorts. he highly doubts that will be the case with your track record and all. despite his skepticism, he doesn't immediately jump to rejecting you and the lack of a prompt "no" surprises you both.

rin sticks the last square band-aid to your hand while he contemplates your proposal. something about this unplanned interaction has surfaced unfamiliar feelings from the depths of his heart. he still doesn't understand why he decided to lend you a helping hand, but he figures there must have been a reason—one that he'll come closer to finding out if he swallows his pride and agrees to your outing.

"fine." he sits back on his heels, letting his hands rest on his thighs.

you blink at the one-word answer. "fine?"

"that's what i said." rin stands up from his place on the floor and starts toward the door. he looks over his shoulder to see you still seated. "come on before i change my mind."

it would be dumb of you to miss this opportunity—the one that you had sacrificed your physical well-being and a pair of cute tights for—all because you're awestruck. so you quickly stand and scurry over to rin with a satisfied grin.

you can feel him tense beside you when you loop your arm through his once more. "i knew you'd warm up to me."

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A DISTANT LOVERㅤ boyfriend! nagi seishiro x gn! reader — angst + fluff [ 2.0k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI

ㅤnagi seishiro was a distant lover, or so he thought.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover.

not because of all the reasons people were always so quick to judge him for, though.

nagi loved you — and contrary to popular belief, his love for you was way stronger than his passion for videogames or soccer or anything else he deemed worthy of his time. you were his first love, one of the few people who saw him for who he truly was and accepted him for it. he knew you didn’t fully understand him, and he couldn’t judge you because he himself didn’t fully get why he was the way he was at times, but the fact that you didn’t leave him for all the things he did but couldn’t explain and instead incentivized him to push forward to try to learn the source of all of it made his heart flutter, that compassion something not many people had shown him so far. he loved you more than he could ever put into words, more than he could understand, more than life itself even — but he was still nagi, the weird kid who got a cactus only because a plant he had to water every so often was enough company for him, and the lonely kid who had spent most of his school years all alone being treated as a weirdo — reo’s arrival in his life the only thing that stopped him from spending all of them that way. he had grown, years had passed since then and if that period could be considered his life’s rock bottom, he was now undeniably at the peak of it, having an established career in the sport he took so much enjoyment from and a partner who loved him to the moon and back — but even with all that, even with all the highs he had accomplished and all the lows he had gotten over, he was still the old nagi in many ways, and what he for a while thought were stupid habits he would eventually get over as he grew and matured, were now things that impacted his life more than ever, and those thoughts hurt him, because he wished it didn’t have to be like that, wished he could be different.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover for many reasons, and as much as he tried, he couldn’t control any of them.

he had a hard time opening up to you about his feelings; nagi loved you, he knew that, and to some degree he was sure you did too, but he was also aware that you didn’t know just how deep his feelings actually ran, and that was entirely his fault. he remembered to tell you ‘i love you’ each time he departed from you in the morning or before drifting to sleep at night, but that wasn’t enough to show just how smitten he was with you because although he always remembered to repeat those three, powerful words, he lacked in what should come after. he was never able to explain why, was never able to look at you and tell you that you made him feel like the luckiest man alive and that he would give everything he had worked so hard for up and even burn the entire world down to ashes if that meant not losing you. he loved you more than he loved himself, loved you more than the sun loved the moon, loved you more than the flowers love the rain — loved you more than anything else in the word, more than words could even begin to describe. his feelings were indescribable because words had yet to be invented for them to be able to be correctly and fully expressed, but he should still be able to try to narrate them to you, and the fact that he couldn’t hurt him. they were overwhelming — in the best way possible, obviously — and nagi could never even chose the words to begin to at least explain that to you, tell you the he loved you but that his love was so great that he wasn’t able to even measure it himself, and because of that, he felt like he lacked, felt like you would never know how he truly felt and would just stick around because you felt bad for him.

unknowing to him though, you understood your boyfriend better than he assumed you were capable of. you didn’t know how deep his love for you ran within him, that part was true, but you knew he treasured and loved you more than anything in his life, and that was more than enough for you, the struggle to express feelings one you understood all too well too, even if nagi didn’t notice it.

beyond that, though, nagi seishiro was also a distant lover because he could never find enough time to be with you; or at least he thought so. for a good chunk of the year, nagi had a packed schedule, his job one that forced him to travel more than he would like and spend more time away from you than he could handle. he missed you all too much, the weeks he had to spend away from you always feeling endless and like a punishment, the pace in which they passed torturous due to how slow it was, and the day he would finally fly back home to you always seeming unreachable. he hated having to be away even if for just a day, hated leaving you alone, hated feeling far away from you, hated being physically distant from you. he hated every part of it, and because of it, at moments where he felt hopeless, he hated his job, wished he could leave it and start doing something else that would allow him to be close to you every day — the only reason he hadn’t done so yet being your insistence on him continuing to pursue it because it would be a waste of all his hard work if he just gave up like that. still, that wasn’t enough to satiate his longing, to make him miss you any less, to make him stop despising his career path. the facetime calls, the texts, even the times you would sometimes travel to meet him — none of that was enough to him because he still felt like he was failing you, making you feel alone, and it was all his fault.

you didn’t see things that way, however, and if you knew nagi did, you would remember to tell him that you didn’t view him like some monster for having a life apart from you and your relationship more often. you missed him, missed him more than you could describe and about that you would never lie, but you also found happiness in seeing your boyfriend go after his dreams, found happiness in seeing him run so freely throughout the big, green field and found happiness in celebrating all his goals and victories with him. you hated that you had to be apart from him for weeks at a time, but the glee and anticipation you felt whenever you met again after that time separated overshadowed it, made it feel worth it, even. him having goals and aspirations only made you love him more, not hate him in any way.

and to finalize it all, nagi seishiro was a distant lover because he wasn’t as affectionate as he should; he wasn’t a touchy person, he enjoyed his personal space and didn’t crave physical touch that often. he still kissed your forehead whenever he came home from practice at night, still cuddled you every time you drifted off to sleep next to each other, and still held your hand when you were out and about together — but somehow, to nagi, that never felt like enough. he should do more, he thought, should touch you more, should kiss you more, should hold you more, should do everything more, but he just couldn’t, and he hated himself for it. other people made it seem so effortless, physical touch something expected from a relationship, something that came naturally along with it, but he couldn’t seem to give you enough of it, always feeling like he lacked in that department like he lacked in so many others. he wondered how others did it, wondered why you didn’t complain about it, wondered why you were settling for less than you could get, and all those thoughts killed him because they made him feel worthless, another reason for him to feel like he wasn’t enough, wasn’t good enough for you. he tried his best, tried to reach out for you more frequently and tried to initiate those displays of affection as often as he could — but sometimes he was unable to do so, sometimes he just wanted to be alone in his own bubble with you sitting a few inches away from him on your own world too, and that made him feel guilty, because what sort of boyfriend thinks of that as good alone time with their partner?

nagi does, and you were alright with it, because any second you could spend with him was time well spent. you enjoyed your nightly cuddle sessions, enjoyed holding his hand when you were out together, and enjoyed each kiss he pressed against your skin when he came home at night more than anything else. you always knew he wasn’t a touchy person, knew he enjoyed keeping his distance from the moment you met him, and that never stopped you from loving him or made you love him any less — if anything, it only made your heart beat faster anytime he leaned towards you because you knew he wasn’t doing it subconsciously, that he was doing it purposefully because he wanted to show you that he loved you, his thought out effort into showing his affection more meaningful than if he did it without thinking twice, you thought.

nagi seishiro was a distant lover for many reasons, and he thought about them so often that he could say them out loud from the top of his head as if they were part of a script he had spent years studying and memorizing — but that was exactly the problem, they were all inside his head, all things he had thought about and assumed you disliked him for so, when with a broken voice and heavy tears cascading down his face he opened up to you about all those demons, about all those thoughts that kept him up at night, about all his weaknesses, you hugged him close, hugged him hard and stronger than you ever held, allowing your boyfriend to open up to you while sniffling and sobbing against your neck as you kissed the top of his head, giving him space to talk at his own pace, letting him get everything off his chest that had been burdening him. you listened and tried to understand, secretly happy that he trusted you enough to confess such things, and by the end of it, when his crying had calmed down and he wasn’t holding you as tightly, already waiting for you to break up with him, you smiled faintly, and you hugged him tighter, and you kissed him one last time before you moved to cup his cheeks instead, making him face you so you could look straight into his eyes as you told him just how much you loved him, and just how much none of those things mattered to you, how you didn’t see him in any way that resembled what he had just described. you didn’t invalidate his feelings like nagi was scared you would, on the contrary, you actually made him feel seen, understood, and above all, loved for who he was in a manner that he had never felt before. you didn’t hate him for all the traits of his persona he thought of as flaws, instead, you loved him for them, and as stupid as that could be, nagi had never thought of that as being a possibility.

nagi seishiro was anything but a distant lover, you two concluded at the end — he was caring, committed, loving in his own way and more than willing to put effort into your relationship, and at the end of the day, that was what actually mattered.

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I’VE BEEN SUMMONED DID I HEAR KARASU?? pls he’s so precious to me 🥺🫶 he’s such a little shit i feel it in my bones. (my fave trope with him is def academic rivals to *wink wonk* more but regardless) you totally have one of those relationships where you just playfully roast each other and purely communicate in jabs. you’d think he actually hates you, but if anyone else talks shit about you he’s quick to brutally cut them down bc “‘m the only one who gets to badmouth you, kay, my sweet little nemesis?” he’d TOTALLY call you shit like that to piss you off i wanna kick him with my mouth. “my precious headache. my loveliest irritation. my most beloved torment.” it’s never your name, only my, my, my and whatever he decided to annoy you with that day. and you’re confused, because you know him in a very specific context due to the nature of your whatever-ship, but you don’t actually know him because you’ve never once had a serious conversation with him ever. and you think it’s time you change that. “if you’re free this weekend, let’s get milkshakes. my treat.” and karasu already has that permanent smirk curving on his mouth. “what’s this, my prettiest groupie? that desperate for company?” “if you keep being an ass i’ll invite someone else on a date.” and for the first time, you’re able to knock that smirk right off his face and render him into a wide-eyed, flustered mess. because he’s like oh. oh. a date. you’re actually serious. and he’s liked you for so long he doesn’t know what to do with himself, or his arms, but he knows he’s blushing profusely and you look all smug, but for once he’ll let it pass because he’s been horrendously and painfully flirting with you for the past year and holy shit you just asked him on a date. he’s a dork underneath all that sass and brains i KNOW HE IS

DIZZY DIZZY DIZZY <3333 guhh you do not know how much i enjoy academic rivals to lovers i eat that shit up so hardd and god with karasu it's even better. when he started calling you things like "my sweetest inconvenience" it started off as a joke. he enjoyed the way your brows knitted together at the sound of his voice, the irritated twist of your lip and he loves when you quip back.

but as it carries on, he realizes that while he's been teasing you through the my, my, my game, he's started to truly desire you for himself. he wants to call you his. you're mine. he wants it. wants it more than anything. imagine a rivals to fwbs plot where after he's realized his feelings, you get heart broken by the person you love, and he makes himself available to you as a vice, to vent out your frustrations on and to help you feel good.

he can handle it, he thinks. he's smart, has control over himself. he'll be fine.

but as he cups your face in his palm, grazing your cheek with his thumb, looking into your tear-filled. discontented eyes as he says, "'m sorry 's how it turned out for ya, my sweet." he stuns himself with the fact that he didnt add any more to it. my sweet.

my sweet what? everything, he thinks later, after you're gone and he's all alone in his bed again. arms crossed behind his head, the sheets bunched up around him smelling of you. you're my sweet everything.

and he wishes so badly for you to feel the same about him. maybe he cant handle it, after all.

BLLK WRITER??? YOOOOOO DOING GOD‘S WORK KEEP IT UP!! anyways lol could i request karasu and a rivals to lovers scenario with gn!reader please and thank youuuuu

heyyy tysm ♡ i hope i can keep writing for bllk for as long as i can, because they bring me sm joy skahksjs i hope you enjoy this and tysm for requesting! also, this looks a lil more like an enemies to lovers but i hope u will accept it hehe

warnings: swearing, nothing else i think? not proofread + requests open!

karasu is someone you managed to easily hate.

every since you moved to kyoto, tabito made your life a living hell. you end up being his neighbor, your window was right across his and your mothers end up instant friends. the first time you saw him, you thought he was very attractive. the way his tall built slightly loomed over you and his skin was dripping with sweat from – you assumed – practicing. he was very attractive. but, right after you said a timid 'hello' and bowed, everything you felt for the boy went down the drain.

"ya ma', who ta fuck is this? 'm i s'posed to interact with someone this mediocre? sheesh." he yelled to his mother, pointing a finger at you. after he heard you murmur a angry 'huh?', he flicked your forehead and walked away, not even bothering to look your way again. "tch, 'm goin' back to practice."

after that, you two were always bickering. on the way to school, you would always try to push him into the street, claiming that him getting hit by a car would be a favor to society – he was stronger than you, so you only managed to gain some chuckles of pity from him. during your shared classes, sometimes he would sit behind you and poke you softly with his pens, making you swear loudly and get reprimanded by your teacher. his smirk as you got yelled at always made you want to slap him.

the perfect moment to get back at him came with a soccer match in your school.

it was a classic. your school against their biggest rival, a match that everyone would go and watch, liking soccer or not. during the whole week, tabito seemed to be relaxed. even if he wasn't bothering you that much because of his pratice, he still seemed to be taking that match lightly, as if he already won.

when the day came, you didn't even wanted to go watch the teams play. you knew that if he saw you in the crowd, karasu wouldn't let you hear the end of it and you rsther just not go through that torture. unfortunately, your friend dragged you to the field, claiming that you two had to support the team. you thought it was bullshit, but just decided to follow, what if it ends up being fun?

you two sat on the benches that were close to the field. your friend was already screaming and the players were just warming up. you were watching them with an uninterested stare, your chin resting on your palm. your eyes accidentally always end up looking at karasu and you didn't even know why. it made you scoff at yourself.

"hey." a voice next to you said and you looked at them. it was one of the "enemy" players. he smirked at you and kept on talking. "if i win this match, would'ja give me your number?"

you chuckled at the audacity of the boy standing next to you. while you were glancing at your friend – who seemed to be wanting to tell the guy to leave –, you accidentally noticed that tabito was looking your way with furrowed eyebrows and a big scowl in his face. you turned to the guy again and nodded.

"sure." you smiled sweetly. "only if you win thought!"

the boy nodded and walked away, a confident smile on his face. almost immediately after he left, a loud voice that you knew very well called out your name.

"what ta fuck did he wanted?" karasu asked, not even bothering to lower his voice.

"he asked if he could get my number if he wins." you bluntly answered, making your friend giggle a little at the small bickering that was forming between you and the boy.

to your surprise, he just clicked his tongue and walked away, mumbling something under his breath. you tried to ignore the weird feeling that started to build up on your chest as you stared at karasu. his expression seemed to get more focused now, as if he was actually motivated to win. and well... he was motivated to win. karasu seemed like a whole another guy during the match. he was ruthless and strong, he practically did all the goals in the match and he would always do a goal and look at you. everytime your eyes met, his jaw would clench softly and you could see his nostrils flare a little before he looked away. he looked almost... jealous?

after the match ended, the olayer that previously wanted your number was walking towards you, but karasu beat him to it and grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. you started to complain and struggle, but karasu ignored you, just kept on pulling you inside one of the empty halls of your school. after he made sure you two were alone, he let you go and cornered you against the wall.

"ya won't flirt with anyone else, ya hear me?" he murmured, his usual smirk wasn't on his lips. "tch, that guy pissed 'ta shit out of me."

"why?" you asked, scoffing softly. you tried to push him away, but he didn't move. "why you won't let me do whatever i want to?"

"i like ya." your eyes went wide at his sudden confession. "i like more to bother you, but i still have feelings for ya."

you were speechless. did he bothered you all this time, did he made you hate him because he liked you? you wanted to laugh at his face, but you couldn't say anything over the noise of your heart beating fastly on your heart. after you kept quiet, just staring at him with wide eyes, karasu smirked. he pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose and started to walk in the direction of the showers.

"imma take ya out later, m'kay? ya better be ready."

yeah, you still hated him, but... he could become bearable.

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Summer Lovin'

Author's Notes: Got this idea as an epiphany in the middle of the night, your welcome Karasu stans

Word Count: 2K

Pairing: Karasu x Gender Neutral Reader

Content Warning: Football, highschool, fluffy stuff

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The summer heat slides in through every nook and creek making its way to your body, not even the summer uniform can help with this kind of day. You fan your shirt as the bell rings to signal for lunch break to commence. You and your friends sit together in the classroom, not bothering to find a seat outside. You all take turns to speak about various subjects like boys, girls, classes and home life.

“Can you believe it? We are already seniors” One of your friends says, making you nearly choke at the thought of it. Realization finally hits that next year you will start college and will have to get your life straight.

“(L/N) you okay?” They each ask as they see you stand up from your seat, lunch unfinished.

“Yeah, I just need a breather” you laugh nervously “keep on without me, I will be back.” You check the change in your pocket and decide to head for the vending machines for a nice refreshing drink. As soon as you pass the door to the outside you immediately regret your decision, pondering if a small cola could help with this blazing heat. As you decide on what to choose you remember that the football field is just right next to you. Your anxiety has been better taking into account that you didn't break into a fit of uneven breathing nearly needing to get taken to the hospital. You shake your head as you leave those thoughts of old days behind you and focus on getting your much deserved drink

“Bam!” A piercing sound jolts you awake as you look for the source of the sound. Someone was out on the football field, you don’t even need to guess who it might be. Tabito Karasu, the ace of your highschool, a football fanatic, is the kind of guy who will practice in the middle of his lunch break on the hottest day of summer. You have never spoken to him, too afraid to come across his fan club that he obviously has even though Karasu himself isn't really keen on it.

But you have been to his football games, they are always a fun meet up space for your friends and you to look at the boys and do some light hearted talking. None in your group, including you, know a thing about the sport, like rules and other things but it’s always fun to just cheer for your school and see the other school lose sometimes even five to zero. You come back to the present to see Karasu practicing his shots. A gush of cold wind bursts through your warm face as the player does a beautiful kick and you widen your eyes.

“Amazing…” You whisper barely audible to even yourself but it seems you accidentally said it quite loud, Karasu clearly notices it as he turns to you and winks, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You frown as heat takes over your cheeks, you hide on the side of the vending machine, hoping he didn't see, hear or winked at you. You hear him laugh and say something you can’t really comprehend as you grab your drink and start to crawl back to your class, too shy to show your face to him.

“(L/N)?” Two legs come to your view and you look up to see your friend looking a little distressed at you.

“Hey…” you show her a nervous smile.

“Seriously!” Your friend smacks her leg while laughing hysterically after hearing what just happened to you. She actually came down to the machines also wanting a drink and came across you crawling on the first floor and scaring the first years.

“It’s not that funny! I’m such an idiot!” you bury your hands in your face, now fully aware of your ridiculous reaction.

“God, I wish I was there to see it! Someone should've caught it on camera!” She continues laughing, grabbing her stomach this time since it started to hurt. To that you only whine wanting to crawl underneath a rock.

“Do you like him?” She finally calms down as she wipes a tear from her eye.

“No, I was just caught off guard” you say, not even needing to think about it, you know clearly that you do not have romantic feelings for Karasu. Your friend looks at you as she raises a brow and you smack her shoulder as you return to class when the bell rings.

When the final bell of the day rings you tell your friends to go on without you, giving the excuse that you forgot your pencil case. You carefully walk to the football field, making sure the team has already left and there is no one in sight. You look around as you start thinking this was a really stupid idea, you don’t even like football. However, just as you were thinking that, you spot a ball in the field and feel magnetized to it. You leave your bag on the benches as you slowly walk towards the object in a curiosity you never knew you had. You turn the ball a bit with your feet before taking it to the air.

“One, two, three, fo…”you whisper as you manage to hit the ball in the air three times but by the fourth it escapes your feet. You sigh, you could never get past three touches.

“So you're the cutie who was watching me during lunch” you hear a voice behind you causing you to nearly jump from fright. Karasu is right behind you, the question in your mind is how did you not notice his presence? “You have to move your other leg, you know that right?” You look down at your legs when you hear him say that, partly to hide the embarrassment from earlier in the day and that someone saw you try to do some football kicks.

“Let me” he takes the football from your feet and starts kicking it from one foot to the other and finishes with a ‘around the world’. You clap your hands amazed at his skills.

“That was really cool” you confess to him and he quirks a brow to you with a puzzled look.

“That was impressive to you?” You nod enthusiastically and he closes his eyes as if thinking for a while on what to say “go to the goal zone, stand where you want to” you do as he says, curious as to what he has up his sleeve.

“Here?” You ask him as you station yourself closer to the pole on the left than the one on the right.

“Yeah, however you want to, now where do you want me to score?” He asks as he takes the ball and dribbles a little to gain more distance from the goal.

“Here” you stretch one arm to touch the left pole and point to the area between your left arm and the floor, curious to see if he will actually fulfill your request. Karasu puts the ball on his desired spot before backing away a little. You were pretty calm but only when you saw Karasu run up to the ball do you immediately regret listening to him, you could end up really hurt if the sounds you heard before were anything to go by.

"Wait-!" You try stopping him but before your plea can reach Karasu's ears, the ball was shot to where you exactly pointed at. It actually takes you a full minute before moving your body. You blink slowly as you see the ball against the net behind you and turn to face Karasu who is approaching you with a cocky smile. You begin to clap yet again being left speechless entirely. This man's talent is something else and you can only watch from far away in awe.

"How was that?" He cranes his neck into a proud stand but you cannot reply, you are too blown away so you merely smile with a hint of happiness. Karasu seems to be a little confused, perhaps expecting a shower of compliments and praises. Which you do after gaining courage and the ability to do so.

"I have no words...that was..." you gesture with your hands vaguely as you start walking back to the benches to grab your bag and Karasu follows after you shortly.

"Amazing? Impressive? Jaw dropping?" He asks as he raises his head and you only nod extremely fast to all of the words he's saying as he releases a chuckle.

"Are you heading for the train station?" You ask shyly when you pass the school gates.

"Yeah, I need to go to the store before if you don't mind" to which you have no problem with, no offense to your friends, but sometimes hanging out with different people is good for you and you have missed out on getting to know someone. Laughing at Karasu's classmates' shenanigans and hearing him laugh as he calls you boring for your interests makes you feel some sort of way, even if it's unbridled rage, it's something you didn't know you needed. With the sun completely set, comes the night time as the street lamps light up and the stores turn on their luminous decoration to attract customers.

"Right here, wait for a bit" he stops you as he jumps on top of the elevated ground the store is on and you lean on a lamp pole with your bag in your hands as you wait for your new acquired friend. When you hear the buzzing of the door opening you look back and see Karasu with two popsicles in his hands.

"Which one, I didn't know what flavor you wanted" he gives you a cheeky grin as he shows you the options.

"Then, the strawberry one, please" you reach out for the ice cream and he hands it to you.

"Great, I like lemon better", he smiles as you both open the packages and hum in delight of the refreshing flavor to your warm bodies. The night air cooling you after a long day of school is exactly what you needed. Passing by the street vendors, you comment if you should buy something for him to pay him back for the ice cream.

“Next time, let’s go on a date and you will pay me back~” he grins showing you his teeth and you have to look away so as to not let your mind get clogged by such a sweet image.

“Then, how about an arcade?” you ask shyly, too afraid of rejection but not wanting to get this chance to go by.

“Sweet, I wanted to try a new game that came out” he agrees and you sigh in relief not sure if you could actually handle being rejected by one of the prettiest guys in school. You walk a little more before finally arriving at the station, popsicle sticks long discarded as the train arrives exactly on time. You sit on the bench a little tired from the day as Karasu sits next to you closing his eyes. You have been talking the entire time here and now that you both are finally quiet instead of being awkward it actually feels nice and comforting.

"One final question" he finally speaks up and you hum to acknowledge him "will you cheer me on for my next game?"

"Of course I will" you hide your face from him but you know he's grinning like a fool and you just have to close your eyes, hoping that image of him will fade away from your mind.

"Then," he gets up as the train starts to slow down, this must be his stop, even though you are a tad disappointed, you just knew he wouldn't be with you until forever "I'll see you then, cutie~."

"Bye" you wave at him, holding your laughter in as to what he just said, the next time you were with him you should definitely correct him so as to not call you such an absurd nickname. But barely did you know that Karasu had actually been scouted for a new football project and that his next game would change the course of sports’ history forever.

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