Edit: It's been brought to my attention that I've forgotten credits... The base dividers for the second glitchy set were created by @abyslita, simply edited by me..~ go support them! Apologies for the inconvenience.
You have always been the love of Tobio Kageyamaβs life. Itβs an undeniable fact, one he never says out loud but proves in everything he does. That includes waking up at three in the morning because you, his pregnant wife, are convinced you need to take a walk around the park at that exact time.
βDo you need fresh air?β he asks, voice thick with sleep as he throws on a hoodie.
βNo,β you reply, swinging your legs off the bed. βI just think the moon looks nice today.β
Kageyama has, at one point, genuinely considered the possibility that you might be talking to the dead. The way you suddenly wake up, sit up, and make these impossible requestsβitβs like youβre getting instructions from something he canβt see.
But he doesnβt complain. If you want to go moon-gazing, then you will.
Because thatβs what a doting husband does.
The cravings are manageable at first.
You wanted a very specific fast food meal from when you were a kid? Fine. Heβll look it up, track down if the restaurant still exists, and, if it doesnβt, find someone who can replicate it. He doesnβt care how long it takes. If it makes you happy, then itβs worth it.
Whatβs the point of building a network of connections through volleyball and sponsors if he wasnβt going to use them to his advantage?
But then, things escalate.
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You, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, looking at him with wide, expectant eyes. βI need something.β
Kageyama is already moving to grab his car keys. βWhat is it?β
You hesitate, then mumble, βA photocard.β
He stops mid-step.
βA what?β
βA photocard.β You turn your phone screen to him, showing a picture of him and Hoshiumi, that one from spring of last year during a promotional beach photoshoot.
βThis one. I want it. I havenβt even seen this yet until now.β
He squints. βHow does that satisfy your appetite?β
You huff. βItβs not about eating; itβs about fulfilling my craving! I just need it, Tobio. I need it now. Please.β
Well, the magic words are said.
This is probably the most bizarre request heβs gotten so far. But he sighs, pulls out his phone, and calls his manager.
βYo, Kageyama. Whatβs up?β
βI need a photocard.β
Thereβs a long pause.
β...A what?β
Kageyama pinches the bridge of his nose. βA photocard. Of me and Hoshiumi-san. The one from spring of last yearβthe beach one. Can you find it?β
His manager sounds amused. βWhat, are you collecting your own merch now?β
βItβs for my wife.β
Understanding dawns in an instant. Itβs like a universal language for all spouses that arenβt the one whoβs pregnant.
βOhhh. Pregnancy cravings?β
βYes.β
A laugh.
βYeah, alright. Iβll see what I can do. But, uh, you might wanna brace yourself, man. My wife went through the same thing, and it only gets weirder from here.β
And his manager is absolutely right.
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Thereβs that time you woke up at midnight and shook Kageyama awake, eyes wide and desperate.
βTobio.β
He jolts upright, a bit disoriented. βWhat? Whatβs wrong?β
βI need you to find me a volleyball signed by Oikawa.β
β[Name].β
βI need it.β
βCanβt I get it in the morning, then? I donβt even think Oikawa-sanβs awake at this hour.β
You sigh as you cuddle closer to him, letting him lean back against the bed. βOk,β you answer, βbut it has to be a specific color of pen. I want it green.β
He stares at the ceiling. This is some kind of divine punishment. Maybe he was an awful person in his past life. But still, he does it.
Because he loves you. Because youβre carrying his child.
And because, somehow, despite all these absurd requests, you always looked at him like heβs your whole world.
βTo [Name]βCongrats on the baby! Clearly, you have a better eye for talent than your husband does! Much love, Oikawa Tooru β‘β
You squeal when you sees it. βOh my god, I love him.β
Your husband blinked profusely.
βHuh.β
βOh, of course, I love you the most. Youβre my top one.β
βI better be,β he huffs softly as you kiss his cheek, βor the other men you love can grant your cravings instead of me.β
βTobio!β You laughed.
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March 14 β 3:12 AM
Demanded I make her an ice cream sundae.
In complete silence.
She said, and I quote, βIf you make a single sound, I wonβt eat it.β
I dropped the spoon on the counter. She made me start over.
March 17 - 4:12 PM
Wants a mango.
But only if itβs been peeled and sliced by me.
Also needs me to stare at it for a full ten seconds before she eats it. (?)
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βOh my god,β you gasp, turning to him immediately. βTobio.β
His heart jumps, looking up from his laptop. βWhat? Whatβs wrong?β
βI need you to wear your jersey to bed.β
Kageyama stares at you. β...What?β
βI donβt know, it justββ You clutched your heart like youβre about to faint. βI just need to see you in your full uniform while we sleep. Knee pads, too.β
Kageyama swallows a groan. He loves his wife, but sometimes you make his life unnecessarily difficult.
Still, that night, he lies in bed next to you in his full volleyball uniform. You sigh contentedly and cuddle into him. βThis is so nice.β
Well, at least he already showered before getting on the bed. Heβll be ready to go as soon as he wakes up and has breakfast.
Kageyama, stiff as a board, stares at the ceiling and wonders if this is what true love feels like.
Your boyfriend just won an importang match. In a huge stadium, with lots of people watching. Not just in the stadium. This game was probably in hundreds of tvs outside or inside of a home. Kids, adults, teenagers watching. And your boyfriend just won the last match. At least your secret boyfriend.
After a bit of celebration with his teammates, thanking the people who are cheering for them and some awardings or a speech with their coach he immediately ran to you.
You were there watching him win, watching him score every point or defend every attack from their opponent. Your hands was laying on the railings. He was on the other side. On the court/field.
You raised your hand, offering him a high five. Even if their were still a hundred or even thousands of people. He still ran to you. His secret lover. "Congrats. That was a good game." He responded to your high five his hand on top of yours but then he pulled you, and then kissed you on the lips. Infront of all the people. You swore you heard alot of camera flash, screams and gasp's.
I thought you two were supposed to go soft launch?
feeling a bit generous today, so for anyone who needs these, here are some tips for writing blue lock specifically (also some bonus facts at the end)
- right off the bat, donβt let popularity and likes on your posts be the only thing on your mind. when you write, make sure youβre also enjoying what youβre writing. doing this stuff only for fame and fans is a bit sad, but not only that, the quality of your work will decrease due to less passion.
- if you want it to get popular and fast, writing for rin, kaiser, or nagi is your best bet. theyβre easily the most popular when it comes to this part of the fanbase, and people will eat up ANYTHING sweet when it comes to these nonchalant men.
- listening to music while you write can be helpful. i know itβs not for everyone, but listening to a playlist that matches the vibe of what im writing helps me lock in really well. here is a playlist for writing something fluffy and lovey. here is a playlist for writing something angst and made from pure sadness. here is a playlist for something obsessive and intense. here is a playlist for something that really makes you think about your life choices. (yes, i made all of these playlists, and these are the ones that i listen to)
- using the egoist bible to confirm information is immensely helpful. not only is anyone else who reads the egoist bible see those small Easter eggs, but adding those small hints about their character can also be cute and makes for better writing.
- use colored dividers. i get mine from this post (thank you to firefly graphics!!!), and make sure you use the colors in order with the characters. for example, i use teal for rin, dark blue for kaiser, and yellow for bachira.
- using song lyrics or song names as titles or inspiration is easy for ideas and for attention. many times, i will listen to a song and realize how much it matches with the blue lock boys or realize that itβll make an incredible prompt for a drabble. for example, in no. 1 party anthem, there is the iconic βthe look of loveβ part. for that, i made a post with the same title as the lyric and made it about how their eyes are when they are in love.
- putting 2-4 characters in a prompt drabble is the ideal amount. it gets you more popularity quicker due to more characters and more tags, but also, anyone who only started reading the prompt for a certain character can also enjoy reading about the rest of the characters.
- use as many tags as you can. if you look at the tags on my post, i use a monstrous amount.
- quality >>>>>>> quantity ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. even a 100 word drabble can be more beautiful or impactful than a 1000 word fic if itβs worded better, has a better concept, has better character writing, and has better interactions.
- there are many tropes that work well with certain characters. for example, i always write kaiser with the childhood best friends trope, because not only does it match his character, but it also makes the best quality content. another example is karasu with academic rivals for obvious reasons, although im pretty sure we all already know that.
bonus facts!!!:
- i tend to have a hard time writing sae. heβs a difficult character to understand, which makes him all the more appealing to me but also just as annoying to write. because we have no idea what happened to him when he was in spain, heβs hard to write without being ooc or weird. before kaiserβs backstory, i also had a hard time writing for kaiser. (im an infp 4w5, if that helps)
- the only blue lock boys i can confidently say are green flags are barou, kunigami (pre-wildcard), yukimiya, and karasu. many of the others (isagi, reo, bachira, etc) are extremely close to being green flags but all have questionably toxic things that make them yellow flags.
- i wanna write for shidou so bad, but because the fandom mischaracterizes his so much, itβs hard to write for him validly without getting criticized. for example, shidou is NOT going to beat you up for no reason or be disturbing towards you for no reason. if you donβt play soccer or if youβre not particularly special, then heβs honestly just really chill. think of him like hisoka from hxh but less of a pdf file.
This person has been ripping Haikyuu and Tokyo Revenger fics from Tumblr and reposting them on AO3. (They already orphaned the "work" for Haikyuu but it's still up.) Your work seems to have been stolen too: works/62416846/
Unfortunately I can't press the link but if this is true then it is really upsetting. Sure I barely write nowadays due to my busy schedule but knowing one of my works has been stolen? It just upsets me a lot. I took a lot of time thinking of prompts and ideas on what to write. Not only that I specifically type at the end of each of my posts that I don't tolerate plagiarism at all.
The soft glow of dawn filtered through Y/Nβs curtains, casting the room in gentle hues of pink and orange. The city outside was still quiet, save for the occasional hum of early commuters. To her own surprise, Y/N found herself awake at this ungodly hour, blinking in disbelief as her phoneβs alarm flashed 5:30 AM.
βUgh, I actually woke up on time,β she muttered, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She wasnβt the type to rise before the sun unless absolutely necessary, but today? Today was different, like the universe had aligned to make sure she had more hours to conquer. Maybe it was the adrenaline from yesterdayβs debate, still fresh in her system, or the looming deadlines she had to finish by the end of this day? Who knows?
Dragging herself out of bed, she headed for the bathroom, hoping the warm shower would shake off the remnants of sleep clinging to her like a fog. The water cascaded down her back, a soothing reminder of the calm before the stormβa storm called βhighschool deadlines.β the girl groaned in the showers having reminded of the large pile of things she has to do today.
Once dressed and ready, she padded out to the kitchen, where the smell of frying eggs and toast wafted through the air. Her roommates, Izumi and Haruka, were already up, bustling around the kitchen like two chefs preparing for battle.
βMorning, sunshine,β Izumi greeted, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she flipped a pancake in the pan.
βYouβre up early, for once,β Haruka chimed in, pouring herself a cup of coffee. βWhat, did hell freeze over?β
βHa ha,β Y/N deadpanned, sliding into her usual seat at the kitchen table. βI have deadlines, okay? Thought Iβd be productive today.β
She took a chair and shoved toast into her mouth. She reached for her laptop, which had been sitting untouched since last night, and flipped it open. The bright screen illuminated her face as she took a bite of toast, scrolling through the various tabs she had left open. There were assignments she needed to finish, readings to catch up on, and⦠an email notification. Her heart did a small leap as her eyes caught the subject line.
From: Anonymous.
Her mysterious pen pal had replied.
They've been talking once in a while, it's mostly just Y/n talking about her day since of course her mysterious pen pal had already told her they weren't amazing with words.
Y/Nβs lips curled into a smile, her curiosity piqued. She hadnβt expected to hear back so soon, but here it was. The email she had been half-expecting, half-forgetting about amidst the chaos of her life.
She clicked on the message, her fingers lightly tapping the keyboard as she read:
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Hey,
Sorry for the late response. Iβve been swamped lately with practice and classes. I hope youβve been well.
I still liked the idea of keeping things a little mysterious between us. Makes it more interesting, donβt you think? Not that I haven't mentioned this multiple times but now...
Y/N snorted softly, amused by his dry tone. Heβor whoever this wasβseemed to have a similar sense of humor to her. She liked that. Leaning back in her chair, she pondered her reply, her fingers hovering over the keys before she began typing.
Hey there!
No worries about the late replyβI get it. Lifeβs been chaotic on my end too.
Also, since weβre keeping things interesting, how about we drop the whole βpen palβ or βanonymousβ thing? It feels kind of... detached, you know?
I had this embarrassing childhood nickname, βHoney.β Long story short, I used to smear honey all over myself as a kidβdonβt ask. It stuck. Why donβt we use nicknames instead? Could be fun!
Looking forward to hearing your story,
β Honey (I can't believe I'm actually owning up to it HELP)
Y/N smirked as she hit send, the adrenaline of the moment leaving a lingering excitement. Of course, she didnβt expect an immediate reply; whoever this was seemed just as busy as she was. Still, the conversation was a nice escape from the usual university grind.
βWas that your mystery email person again?β Izumi asked, sliding a plate of pancakes in front of Y/N.
Y/N glanced up with a raised brow. βYep. I think I suggested the nickname thing just to see what he comes up with.β
Haruka, who had been sipping her coffee quietly, chuckled. βWatch him come back with something worse than βHoney.ββ
βCanβt be worse than yours,β Y/N shot back, making the girls laugh.
As they chatted, Y/N noticed the time ticking by faster than she expected. She glanced at her laptop again, realizing she had spent way too much time enjoying breakfast and procrastinating on her assignments.
βCrap!β she exclaimed, bolting upright from the table. βIβm gonna be late for class!β
Izumi smirked, unimpressed by the sudden rush. βTold you not to get distracted.β
With her backpack hastily thrown over her shoulder and one last gulp of coffee, Y/N was out the door, racing against time. As she hurried down the bustling campus paths, she couldnβt shake the feeling that today held more than just deadlines. There was something about her anonymous pen palβs email that lingered in her thoughts, like a thread connecting them in ways she couldnβt yet understand.
But for now, she had to focus on getting to class. Everything else could wait.
αΆ» π π° .α
Meanwhile, Rin's POV:
Rin sat on the sidelines of the soccer field, a towel draped over his shoulders as he watched his teammates run drills. His mind, however, wasnβt entirely on the game for once. His phone buzzed in his bag, reminding him of the email he had sent last night. He had taken a chance responding to his pen pal, though he had kept his message brief and to the point.
With a quick glance to make sure no one was paying attention, Rin pulled out his phone, checking for any replies. When he saw her messageβHoney?βa faint, amused smile tugged at his lips.
Honey, huh? he thought, rolling the word over in his mind like a soccer ball at his feet. I wonder what kind of person smears honey on themselves as a kid.
His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, contemplating a response, but the weight of practice still lingered. Sliding his phone back into his bag, Rin let out a quiet sigh and shifted his focus back to the field. His body was present, but his mind still wandered, the image of this mysterious βHoneyβ now stuck like a sticky note in the back of his thoughts.
Who even calls themselves that?
βYo, Itoshi!β a voice broke through his daze, pulling him back to reality. Rin blinked, looking up just in time to see Bachira waving his arms wildly, his grin as infectious as ever. βYou zoning out or what? Come on, weβve still got drills!β
Rin frowned, his focus snapping back like a rubber band. He hadnβt even noticed that the drills had moved forward without him. A few of the other guysβIsagi, Chigiri, and Reoβwere glancing in his direction too, clearly picking up on his distraction.
βGet your head out of the clouds, Rin!β Chigiri called, tossing a ball in his direction. βWe donβt have all day.β
Rin caught the ball with ease, his fingers curling tightly around it as a subtle flush crept onto his face. βYeah, yeah, Iβm coming,β he muttered, shaking off the lingering thoughts about the email. His focus narrowed as he stood up, tossing the towel aside and joining the rest of the group.
But even as he moved into the next drill, his mind couldnβt help but wander back to Honey. The distraction was fleeting, but it was there, simmering just beneath the surface, like a puzzle piece he couldnβt quite fit into place yet.
13:15:
It's afternoon now, Y/n was currently in Mrs Rei's class, History class. History wasn't bad it's just that she hated how the next class she has to go to next was calculus with the most annoying and boring Professor ever. By boring, she meant he was strict asf and she had no clue exactly why he had a stick up his ass. Sighing softly the girl pulled up her phone from her pockets when she felt vibration from it. No doubt it was Nagi being so lost as usual.
'well that certainly helped!" The girl tried to cheer herself up. It didn't. She knew who Rin was but not that much. He was intriguing but cold and harsh hence why Y/n tries not to approach him to get on his bad side. All Y/n knew about him was that he was part of the soccer team and the Blue Lock program, people fawn over him and that he was this so called prodigy that Isagi and almost everyone in Blue lock probably wanted to beat.
As the morning dragged on, Y/N focused on her assignments and the lectures, occasionally glancing at the clock. The bell rang, and she gathered her things, heading to her locker where her roommates, Izumi and Haruka, were waiting.
βDid you see Nagiβs last goal? It was like he was dancing on air,β Izumi said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
βYeah, and Bachira was practically bouncing off the walls after it,β Haruka added, leaning against the lockers. βItβs a good thing theyβre all on the same teamβBlue Lock is really making them shine!β
Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she unlocked her locker. βTheyβre just having fun out there. I wouldnβt call it dancing. Itβs more likeβ¦ organized chaos.β
βOrganized chaos?β Izumi echoed, laughing. βYou mean like how you navigate your life?β
βExactly!β Y/N replied with a grin, tossing her textbooks into her bag. βChaos but somehow still getting things done. Thatβs the dream.β
The girls continued chatting about their friends on the soccer team, and Y/N found herself rolling her eyes at their playful admiration. βHonestly, itβs like you two have a crush on every guy in the program,β she teased.
βCan you blame us?β Haruka shot back. βHave you seen how cute they are? Especially Chigiri and Isagi! And then thereβs that Itoshi Rin guyβthey say heβs basically a god on the field.β
At the mention of Rin, Y/N fell silent, trying to hide her disinterest. She had heard plenty about himβhow he was a prodigy, a genius with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable. Still, she felt a twinge of curiosity. βHeβs just another player,β she said dismissively, trying to keep her tone casual.
βJust another player?β Izumi said, raising an eyebrow. βHave you seen his highlights? Heβs unreal!β
Y/N shrugged, closing her locker with a firm click. βYeah, but Iβm not here to fangirl. Theyβre all like brothers to me.β
βStill, it wouldnβt hurt to appreciate the talent,β Haruka added, nudging her playfully.
Y/N laughed, the sound bright and light. βI appreciate them for their skills, but itβs different when youβre friends. Theyβre just a bunch of goofballs to me.β
As they talked, Y/N couldnβt help but feel grateful for her friends. They were a solid crew, supportive and endlessly entertaining. However, as the bell rang again, the lightheartedness of the conversation faded into the background as they made their way to class.
The day passed in a whirl of lectures, notes, and the occasional side-eye at her phone. Every time she checked it, she reminded herself that the world outside was alive with soccer, but her friends were busy grinding on the field for Blue Lock. Her thoughts drifted, and she caught herself wondering about her pen pal again. Did he play soccer? What would he think of her suggestion? Would he laugh, or roll his eyes? She was both excited and nervous about his response.
As she headed toward her next class, her mind was interrupted by a familiar voice calling her name. It was one of the teachers, and her heart sank slightly as she approached.
βY/N! The principal wants to see you in his office,β the teacher said, a serious look on her face.
βMe? Why?β Y/N replied, confusion washing over her.
βNot sure. But it sounded important. You should head there now.β
βGreat,β Y/N muttered under her breath, her mind racing with possibilities. What could the principal want with her? As she walked toward the office, she couldnβt shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something unexpected.
Just as she reached the principalβs office, she took a deep breath. Whatever was waiting for her behind that door, she would face it head-on, just like she tackled every other challenge in her life. Little did she know, the principal had a proposal that would link her closer to the Blue Lock programβand perhaps lead her down a path she never expected.
β really sorry for the short chapter, I've been busy since I just finished exams and my national debate competition
β extra info: your author does not have a schedule to post this. I'm very busy with my life off screen which makes it difficult for me to make one. I'll only post when I have time
β about y/n she sort of sound like an oc, I get it but that's a guide for her backstory that I have for her to add conflict in future chapters. Not much to complain about this tbh but if you are you know you're just one click away to just not read it right? you didn't need to waste your energy complaining π plus I did it as y/n because it's to make people imagine easily. Don't know if this makes sense
βtaglist: @mizyu98 @imraespace @bestboileeknow
βcomment or message if interested to be in taglist
Mornings were always a blur for Y/N, her alarm blared through the quiet dorm room. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at the timeβ7:45 a.m.
βCrap. Iβm late again.β
She stumbled out of bed, hair a mess and eyes half-open as she scrambled to get dressed. A yawn escaped her as she reached for her glasses, but she paused, stared at them for a second, and tossed them back onto her nightstand. She could manage without them. Maybe.
βY/N, if you miss homeroom one more time, the teacherβs definitely going to notice,β Izumi called out, her voice muffled from behind a book.
βNot like she can really punish her,β Haruka chimed in, sitting cross-legged on her bed. βSheβs practically untouchable with her grades. They need her to make the school look good"
"Yeah, well, straight Aβs wonβt stop me from getting detention if I miss homeroom again.β Y/n scrambled across the room as she fixed her hair and shoved toast into her mouth.
"Still refusing to wear those?β Izumi asked from the other side of the room, raising an eyebrow.
βThey make me look like a damn nerd,β Y/N muttered after finishing the toast in her mouth.
Haruka rolled her eyes. βYouβre already a nerd, glasses or not. Whatβs the point?β
βIβm an eccentric nerd,β Y/N corrected with a grin, grabbing her school bag. βThereβs a difference.β
Izumi shook her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. βEccentric? Sure. Letβs just hope your eccentricity can get you through the day without any more debates.β
βNo promises,β Y/N laughed. βYou know Y/n you're really burning the candle at both ends,β Izumi said, peeking over her book. βYouβve got way too much on your plate.β
βI know, I know. Iβm just trying to survive the daily chaos.β Y/N pulled on her blazer and threw her bag over her shoulder. βItβs another day of random debates with Reo and listening to Nagi half-asleep in class.β
βYouβre going to wear yourself out even more,β Haruka warned, βand we all know what happens when you get burnt out.β
Y/N flashed a tired smile. βAlready been there.β With that, she rushed out of the room, sprinting through the hallways of the school. The familiar buzz of students surrounded her, and she ducked and weaved through the crowd, avoiding collisions.
The school halls were alive with the usual morning chaos. Y/N weaved through the crowd, narrowly avoiding a collision with some first-year students. She managed to spot Nanase and Hiori ahead, both looking unusually calm amid the bustle.
βYouβre cutting it close again,β Nanase said, a teasing glint in his eye.
Y/N shot him a wink. βWhat can I say? I like to live dangerously.β
Hiori adjusted his backpack and gave her a look. βDebating with Reo again today?β
βObviously,β Y/N replied. βIβm this close to convincing him that cereal is definitely not a soup and that pineapple should not be on pizzas.β
Nanase burst into laughter. βYouβre relentless.β
βSomeone has to keep him humble,β Y/N joked as they made their way into the classroom. βYou know Reo wonβt stop until everyone agrees with him.β Hiori chimes in.
βAnd thatβll never happen as long as Iβm around.β Y/Nβs eyes sparkled with playful defiance. βIβm the voice of reason in this madhouse.β
It was currently lunch, she was with her group of friends at the moment. βDebating pizza toppings again, Reo? You must be running out of things to defend,β Y/N teased, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall of the crowded cafeteria. The group around her was buzzing, the usual lunchtime banter in full swing.
Reo Mikage raised an eyebrow, pointing his fork dramatically at her. βPineapple belongs on pizza. End of story.β
βThatβs where youβre wrong,β Y/N shot back. βItβs a culinary crime. Sweet doesnβt belong with savory, and Iβll die on that hill.β
Isagi Yoichi, her childhood friend, smirked from across the table. βYouβre always so opinionated about the weirdest things. Didnβt you argue yesterday that cereal isnβt soup because itβs served cold?β
Y/N gasped playfully. βBecause it isnβt, Yoichi! You canβt just throw anything into a bowl and call it soup!β
Nagi, half-asleep beside Reo, lazily pushed his food around his plate. βYou guys argue too much. Itβs exhausting.β
βItβs not arguing,β Y/N corrected, her tone light and teasing. βItβs debating. Thereβs an art to it.β
Bachira leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. βOOH I KNOW I KNOW ! Letβs settle this with a penalty shootout. Winner gets to decide the ultimate fate of pizza toppings!β
Chigiri, calmly tying back his hair, shook his head. βPlease donβt drag me into this nonsense. Pizzaβs best with minimal toppings, and thatβs the truth.β
Y/N grinned, but behind the smile, the usual exhaustion was creeping in. Everyone knew her as the lively oneβthe girl who had an opinion on everything, who excelled without even trying. But nobody saw the weight of it all, the burnout lurking just beneath the surface.
After a whirlwind day of classes and endless discussions with her friends, Y/N was finally able to retreat to her dorm room. The burnout was catching up with her againβsomething that had been happening more and more frequently. Everyone expected her to be brilliant, to keep acing her exams, to be the person with all the answers. But no one really saw how exhausting it all was. Haruka, one of her roommates, glanced up from her bed where she was scrolling through her phone, and Izumi, the other roommate, sat at her desk typing away. She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.
βLong day?β Haruka asked, not looking up from her sketch.
βLike you wouldnβt believe,β Y/N muttered.
βIts the same old, same old," Y/N sighed, flopping onto her bed. βReoβs still on about pineapple pizza, Nagiβs asleep half the time, and Isagiβs convinced cereal is soup. Itβs like I live in a madhouse.β *she groans, bringing the pillow to her face. "And I swear, if one more person asks me for help with their homework, Iβm going to scream.β
βMaybe you should start saying no,β Haruka suggested.
βI donβt know how to do that,β Y/N admitted, sighing deeply.
βYou donβt have to be perfect all the time, you know. Itβs okay to take a break.β Haruka asks.
Y/N smiled faintly, appreciating the concern, but deep down, she knew taking a break wasnβt so simple. βYeah, I know. Itβs just hard when people look at you like youβre supposed to pull off miracles every day.β
Izumi sighed, setting her laptop aside. βWell, if anyone can do it, itβs you. But maybe next time, instead of arguing about pizza, take a nap. It might be more productive.β
Y/N chuckled softly, a bit of the pressure easing off her shoulders. βYou might be right. I'll take you up on thatβ
Later that night, Most of her roomates were out at the moment. Y/N sat at her desk in the dorm, staring at her laptop deeply. The national pen pal project had kicked off weeks ago, and she still hadnβt sent her first message. It was supposed to help students improve their creative writing, but for her, it felt like an extra task on an already heavy load.
Still, the thought of communicating with someone anonymous was intriguing. It could be a way to finally say things she couldnβt tell anyone else, a way to break free from the constant expectations weighing her down.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N clicked on the email icon, the blank page staring back at her. She began typing.
Dear Pen Pal,
Iβve got to admit, writing to a stranger feels... kind of refreshing. No expectations, no filters, right? I can say whatever I want without worrying about whoβs judging me on the other side of the screen.
Anyway, lifeβs been pretty hectic lately. Everyone thinks I've got everything together because I'm good at a lot of things which not to brag or anything...okay, maybe a littleβbut Iβve got a ton of interests. Art, music, sports, you name it. Except for one tiny little problem... Iβm completely burnt out. Ever feel like youβre good at stuff but donβt really care anymore?, but honestly, itβs exhausting trying to meet all these expectations. Itβs like Iβm carrying around this giant checklist of things Iβm supposed to be good at, and itβs never-ending. It's like youβre just going through the motions? Do you ever feel like that?
Anyway, sorry for the existential rant. Iβm not going to say too much about who I amβkeeping this anonymous sounds like fun. But letβs just say Iβm trying to find a way to balance everything without completely burning out. Howβs life on your end?
She reread the message and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wasnβt sure what she expected from this anonymous exchange, but at least it was a chance to let out some of the thoughts that weighed her down. With a small smile, she hit βsend.β
On the other side of town, Rin Itoshi sat in his quiet dorm, the faint glow of his laptop illuminating the room. The national pen pal initiative wasnβt something he cared about. Soccer and Blue Lock were his priorities, and everything else was just a nuisance to him. Rin stared at the notification on his screen. He didnβt have time for this. With Blue Lock constantly on his mind and the goal of surpassing his brother looming, some random pen pal project was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
Still, the email from his assigned pen pal caught his eye at some point so reluctantly he sighed and clicked on it, expecting a bland introduction. But as he read through it, he found himself oddly engaged.
Burnout? Yeah, that was something he could relate to.
He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about what to write. He wasnβt great with words, but maybe this was a chance to say things he couldnβt normally say.
Dear Pen Pal,
Expectations, huh? Yeah, I know that feeling. Everyoneβs got their eyes on you, waiting for you to mess up, even when youβre at your best. Itβs annoying. But I guess the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.
I donβt really do small talk, so donβt expect long replies from me. Iβll just say thisβdonβt let them get to you. They donβt know what itβs like to be under constant pressure.
I wonβt say who I am either, but letβs just keep it that way. Itβs easier not knowing whoβs on the other side, right?
He hit βsendβ and shut his laptop. The quiet returned to the room, but for the first time in a while, Rin felt a strange sense of calm. Whoever this person was, they were just as fed up with the weight of expectations as he was.
Maybe this pen pal thing wouldnβt be as useless as heβd thought.
β TWEETS (ignore the time guys !)
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β Mistakes will be fix once I take the time to reread
In an effort to enhance creative writing and foster connections, a national school initiative pairs students with anonymous penpals from across the country, two unlikely correspondents find themselves opening up to a stranger, slowly their emails to one another becomes an escape from the pressures of their public lives.
Unaware that they attend the same school, they begin sharing their thoughts, dreams, and vulnerabilitiesβforming a bond stronger than they ever expected. As their words weave a deeper connection, the truth of their identities remains hidden.
But when reality and anonymity collide, will their newfound feelings survive outside the pages of their letters?
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β’ Inspired by @imraespace
β’ Story line is different than theirs but I got inspired to write a Rin Fanfic by them. Inspired specifically from "LIFE IS HARD WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ITOSHI RIN"
β’ I recommend reading it, I remember kicking my feet at 3am reading it for some reason
β’ English is not my first language, please understand I'll make grammar mistakes here
β’ Dividers used were found from this platform and Pinterest, though I could not recall who made them but nonetheless credits to them
β’ This is an au, not connected to the blue lock original plot but they'll be mentioned, like the matches etc.
β’ I ONLY OWN Y/N AND MY OC'S, THE REST BELONGS TO MUNEYUKI KANESHIRO
β’ Grumpy younger boy x Older sunshine girl? (Older by a few months)
My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)
Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?
"I hate you..."
Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.
Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.
But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.
But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.
She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.
"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.
"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.
The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."
Now realising it she cursed in her head...
"I love him..."
"shit I fucking love him..."
"Your eyes are pretty.."
Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?
"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.
He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.
"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.
"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.
"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"
That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.
Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.
"your eyes are pretty..."
Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.
To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.
He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.
It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.
But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.
It was devastating indeed.
"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."
[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.
To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...
"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."
She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.
The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.
"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."
As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.
She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love
In each of their minds they made a choice...
"maybe just this once..."
"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."
"Just this once..."
"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."
There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.
For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?
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(feel free to comment and criticise my work nicely so I can improve!!)
a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.
