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JJK Men Being Painfully Obvious About Liking You

➺ a/n: wsp gang, disappeared for a few days aha sorry 🤧 and i came back with jjk instead of blue lock PLEASE don’t jump me. just a quick post before i disappear again <3

— Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Kamo Choso, Itadori Yuji, Okkotsu Yuta, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi

Gojo Satoru ۶ৎ

he can't keep his hands off you. infinity is always off when you're near. arm slung over your shoulders, hand on your waist, ruffled hair, fingers laced with yours "just for fun." teleports across campus just to lean his full weight on you.

uses the cheesiest nicknames: "my favourite," "my sweet y/n," said so loud the whole hallway hears. if anyone flirts with you? he smirks and goes, "sorry, they're taken.... by the strongest, obviously."

unannounced appearances all the time. he shows up at your door at 2am, "couldn't sleep unless i saw your pretty face." invites you on "missions" that are just dates to arcades, dessert shops, or rooftop stargazing.

Geto Suguru ۶ৎ

he remembers every tiny thing. tea preference, favourite sweets, even a passing comment you made weeks ago. brings them to you like it's nothing, saying "i just happened to pass by it" ( he traveled hours just to get it )

curses always vanish before you spot them. he walks on your right side, places his robe over your shoulders when cold, and his curses always circle nearby like silent guardians.

speaks sharply and firmly to curses or followers, but the second he turns to you? his tone drops to a low, warm rumble. sometimes he leans in just to speak quieter, like your words are a secret only you two share.

Fushiguro Toji ۶ৎ

he lets you touch him freely. hates being grabbed or crowded... but you? run your fingers through his hair, trace the scar at his lip, rest your head on his chest? he'll freeze, then sigh and pull you closer. “only you get to do this. no one else."

always walks outside the curb. it's an old habit, but he does it unconsciously. puts his body between you and traffic, crowds, danger.

his senses are superhuman; he can track you across miles in seconds. pops out of nowhere just to walk you home, leans against the wall like he's been waiting hours: "was in the neighborhood. don't flatter yourself."

Nanami Kento ۶ৎ

that stern, tired face melts instantly when you smile. lets you fix his tie, run fingers through his hair, even tease him. he sighs, but leans in.

his wallet is full of you.behind his id and cards is a small folded photo of you. if he opens it by accident in public, his ears go pink and he closes it fast.

hates sweets? buys them anyway. hates crowded places? goes to festivals if you ask. hates being late? will stand in the rain for an hour waiting.

Higuruma Hiromi ۶ৎ

used to work 18hr days, drowning in cases. now? "work can wait. you called." cancels meetings, walks through rain, skips rest. nothing is more urgent than you.

lets you fix his messy tie, brush hair from his face, listen to him vent about how unfair the world is. leaning his full weight on you when exhausted

helps you with your coat, his hands resting on your shoulders 3 seconds longer than needed. hands you something, fingers brushing and he doesn't pull away. if you're tired? he'll let you lean fully on his chest.

Kamo Choso ۶ৎ

his staring is impossible to miss. watches you with a soft, dazed expression whenever you're busy or distracted, only looking away quickly when you glance back, ears turning faintly pink.

lets you do things no one else ever could. run your fingers through his messy hair, trace the markings on his face, lean all your weight against him and he melts into every touch.

his whole demeanor shifts. the moment you enter a his staring is impossible to miss. watches you with a soft, dazed expression whenever you're busy or distracted, only looking away quickly when you glance back, ears turning faintly pink.

Itadori Yuji ۶ৎ

his whole face lights up instantly the second you come into view, his eyes sparkling, grin so wide it reaches his ears, whole body buzzing with energy.

gets flustered easily. his ears and cheeks flush bright pink whenever you lean in close or smile at him, quickly looking away while still grinning. always looks for your hand.

brushes fingers lightly first, then holds on tight once he gets the courage, never letting go for as long as he can.

Okkotsu Yuta ۶ৎ

his power bends entirely to your safety. rika, who reacts to his heart, surrounds you in a protective aura before he even thinks to ask, towering and fearsome to everyone else, but completely gentle around you.

never pushes boundaries, but stays within arm's reach at all times; his presence is steady, reliable, and impossible to miss.

his expression shifts from calm or serious to something instantly softer the moment you appear - the same gentle look he only ever shows to those he holds closest.

Ryomen Sukuna ۶ৎ

no one dares get close. any curse or sorcerer that glances too long vanishes instantly, sliced apart before you even notice the threat.

marks you openly. his cursed energy wraps around you like a heavy, unbreakable chain; everyone feels it. a warning that you belong to him alone.

never lowers himself for anyone - except you. his arrogant posture eases only when you're near, red eyes sharp and locked only on you.

Fushiguro Megumi ۶ৎ

never loud or dramatic. shows care only through actions: walks on the traffic side, carries your bag, leaves your favourite drink on your desk, acts like it's nothing special.

remembers every small thing you say, even passing comments. months later he'll bring it up or get it for you, and brush it off with a quiet "i just noticed".

holds your hand loosely but firmly, thumb brushing slow and steady. he won't make a big show, but he'll never let go first. barely tolerates teasing from yuji, nobara, or gojo. ears burning red, looking away, but never lets go of your hand or steps away from you.

[c1em3nt1nel]

Hii,

I'm am obsessed with ur writing. Iike ur soo talented🥰.

Can I pls write about bllk boys crushing on another more known then them celebrrty. Like micheal jackson famsou,

Keep up the good work❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Blue Lock Characters Crushing On Celebrity Reader

➺ a/n : omg hii, thank you so muchh for the request + kind words !! 💗 this was lowkey fun to write about 🥹 i honestly didn’t know what profession to give reader, so i kinda just made them an actor/singer depending on the headcanon, idk if that makes sense but yeah 🤞

also my inbox is actually fighting with me rn, i have so many requests 😭😭 but i’m slowly making my way through them !! thank you guys for being patient with me 🥹🫶

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo, Charles Chevalier

Yoichi Isagi

Whenever he watched your interviews, he tries to read the person behind the PR mask. He’ll pause the video and think, “Everyone else bought the polished answer… but their shoulders tensed before they spoke, so they are exhausted.” Feeling a strange, intimate pride that he’s the only one who truly "sees" you.

He keeps a photo of you as his lockscreen ( hidden behind a generic football wallpaper ) and looks at it before every match. He tells himself, "If I score a hat-trick today, I’ll be one step closer to the world where we actually meet."

If you ever like one of his posts or mention Blue Lock, he’ll completely freeze. His brain will overheat trying to calculate the 10,000 ways to reply. He’ll spend three hours drafting a three-word comment, only to delete it and just stare at your notification like it’s a championship trophy.

Meguru Bachira

Bachira doesn’t just follow you on social media; he collaborates with you in his head. He’ll play your music or one of your interviews, while he’s practicing, matching his dribbling rhythm to your voice.

He’s the type to comment on your posts like you’ve known each other since childhood. He’ll leave weird emojis or "Did you see my goal ?!" under a high-fashion photoshoot.

If he’s ever at an event with you, he’ll completely ignore the no-go zones. He’ll skip past your security with a wide, innocent grin, pop up right next to you, and ask, "Hey ! Do you want to see me do a backflip ?"

Hyoma Chigiri

He hates it when his teammates talk about you in a crass or typical fanboy way. If someone in Blue Lock starts shouting about how hot you are, Chigiri will just give them a cold, judgmental look and say, "Pipe down. You wouldn't even know how to hold a conversation with someone of that caliber."

He wouldn't send a desperate message. He’d wait for a moment where you mention a common interest ( like a specific brand of hair care or a movie ) and send a very short, effortless message: "Great taste. If you're ever in Japan, I know a better spot for that."

He’s the type to buy the high-end brands you endorse. He’ll post a subtle mirror selfie wearing a watch or a scent you’re the face of, tagging the brand in hopes that you’ll see he’s the only athlete who can actually pull it off as well as you do.

Rin Itoshi

Rin starts by resenting you. He’ll see your face on a billboard and scowl, muttering "Lukewarm" or "Annoying." He hates that your presence in a movie or a song can distract him from his revenge or his training. He tries to block you on social media to purify his mind, only to find himself unblocking you five minutes later just to see if you’ve posted something new.

He watches your content under the guise of studying the masses. He’ll sit in the dark of the Blue Lock dorms, earphones in, watching your latest interview with a terrifyingly neutral expression. Inside, he’s memorizing the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, feeling a sharp, agonizing pull in his chest that he refuses to call love.

If he ever ends up at the same event as you, he won't approach you. He’ll stand in the corner, looking like a dark, brooding prince, radiating an aura that says "don't talk to me." But he’s tracking every person who talks to you, mentally killing anyone who makes you smile too widely. Deep down, he’s the most loyal fan you’ll ever have. He’ll never ask for an autograph, but he’ll remember a random fact you mentioned in an interview three years ago.

Sae Itoshi

He would never like your photos or comment, but he’s definitely seen every single one. He’ll be in his luxury apartment in Spain, scrolling through your latest editorial with a completely neutral expression, his thumb hovering over the screen for just a second too long.

If he hears you're being harassed by paparazzi or struggling with a scandal, he’ll use his influence to shut it down without you ever knowing. He doesn't want your gratitude; he just wants his muse to remain pristine.

If he really likes you, he might send something incredibly expensive but anonymous, like a rare vintage wine or a piece of jewellery to your dressing room. No note, no name.

Rensuke Kunigami

He secretly keeps a physical magazine with you on the cover tucked away in his locker. He doesn't look at it often, but knowing it's there gives him a reason to survive another day of hellish training.

If he ever meets you, he won't look you in the eye. He’ll keep his head down, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He’ll be incredibly brief, almost to the point of being rude, just so he can leave before he breaks his stoic mask. But if you touch his arm or say his name, he’ll freeze—his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped animal.

Even in his cold state, his heroic nature hasn't fully died. If he sees a hate comment about you or hears someone being disrespectful, his aura becomes terrifying. He won't say a word; he’ll just walk over and stare the person down with eyes that look like they’ve seen the end of the world until they leave. He is your silent, unofficial guardian.

Shoei Barou

Barou doesn't stan you. He watches your work and scoffs at the peasant fans who scream your name. He finds it offensive that they are even allowed to look at you. He believes that you are the only worthy person to stand beside him. He’ll watch your interviews while doing 500 extra crunches, using your success as a rival to push his own body to the limit.

He is the first person to notice if your performance is slipping. If you look tired in a photo or your acting feels half-hearted, he’ll growl at the screen: "Don't get lazy, you idiot. You're supposed to be at the top." He treats your career with the same brutal standards he applies to his own life.

Deep down, he’s incredibly devoted. He’ll record every single one of your appearances and watch them in his perfectly organized room, alone. If he sees you crying in a scene, he’ll find himself gripping his remote or his phone, his heart racing.

Reo Mikage

Reo doesn't just follow you; he probably owns a stake in the agency you’re signed to. He’ll casually drop into a meeting and ask, "How is Y/N’s latest project coming along?" just to hear your name. He buys out entire theaters for your movie premieres so he can watch you in total, expensive silence, analyzing every frame of your face.

You’ll suddenly find yourself being offered the most lucrative brand deals of your life — all from Mikage Corp. He’ll make sure your face is on every billboard in Tokyo just so he can see you on his commute.

Despite all his power, when he actually meets you, he’s terrified that you’ll only see his money. He’ll try to act cool and composed, but if you give him a genuine, non-celebrity smile, he’ll completely melt. He’ll spend the rest of the night wondering, "Did she like me, or was she just being professional?" For the man who has everything, your genuine affection is the only currency he’s desperate to trade for.

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi doesn't go out of his way to find your content; it just finds him. He’ll be scrolling through TikTok or Instagram and stop on your face, staring at it for twenty minutes without moving. He won't like the post, but he’ll save the video to a folder titled "Interesting" just so he can watch it when he’s bored.

Nagi listens to your voice to fall asleep. He’ll play your interviews or movies in the background while he’s gaming. If Reo tries to talk to him about tactics, Nagi will just point at the screen and say, "Reo, look. Y/N is wearing a blue dress. It's the same color as the sky in my game. That's a coincidence, right?"

If you ever met him, he’d probably be lying on a couch or leaning against a wall, looking like he’s about to fall asleep. He’d look up at you, blink slowly, and say, "Oh. You're real. You look better in person. Can I lean on you ? I'm tired."

Oliver Aiku

He appreciates you like a fine wine. He’ll be at a bar with the U-20 team, and while they’re arguing about football, he’s quietly watching your interview on the TV above the counter. He smiles to himself, noticing a small habit you have like the way you twirl your hair around your fingers when you're thinking or when you fiddle with your fingers when you’re nervous.

He knows exactly how attractive he is. He’ll post thirst traps on his own Instagram / Tiktok, workout videos or suit fittings, knowing that celebrities often browse the Explore page too. He’s waiting for the moment you like one of his photos.

He likes watching your behind-the-scenes or candid clips the most. He won't like your main grid posts with millions of likes. Instead, he’ll find a tagged photo of you from a small charity event or a blurry photo from a friend’s account and like that.

Shuto Sendou

Sendou talks a big game about wanting a celebrity wife, but when he actually develops feelings for you, he realizes how mediocre he feels compared to you. He’ll see you on a magazine cover and go from "I'm going to marry them" to "Wait, I’m just a domestic U-20 striker... they're literally an icon." He spends hours at the gym just so he can feel like he is capable enough to even exist in your orbit.

He definitely has a secret fan account on Twitter / X where he defends you in the comments. If anyone says anything negative about your latest project, Sendou is already there typing and defending your name like his life depends on it.

If he ever meets you at a TV studio or a party, he tries way too hard. He’ll wear a suit that’s a bit too flashy and try to use "alpha" body language he learned from a YouTube video. He’ll end up tripping over a cable or spilling his drink.

Ryusei Shidou

He is the most chaotic fan on the internet. He doesn’t send sweet DMs; he sends things like, "Your acting in the last scene made my heart do backflips ! Marry me so we can create the world's most explosive genes !" He doesn't care if the whole world sees it. He has zero shame and will shamelessly @ you in every post-match interview where he scores a goal.

When he sees you on a billboard or a magazine, he doesn't just look, he touches. He’ll walk up to a life-size cardboard cutout of you in a store and start talking to it, or he’ll trace the lines of your face on the screen with a grin that’s half-predatory, half-awed.

Despite his violence and chaotic energy, Shidou is the most honest person you’ll ever meet. He doesn't care about your PR image or your scandals. If you’re ever sad, he won't give you a speech; he’ll just pick you up, take you to a high rooftop, and tell you to scream at the world.

Tabito Karasu

Karasu is famous for calling people mediocre or ordinary. He probably started as your hater, dissecting your performances and calling them ordinary. But the more he watched, the more he found your extraordinary traits. Now, he’s hooked.

He doesn't just look at your photos; he looks at the details. He knows your favorite coffee order from a 5-second background clip in a "Day in the Life" vlog. He knows which interviewer makes you uncomfortable before you even realize it yourself.

Karasu definitely has a nighttime involving you. He doesn't just watch your movies; he extracts the audio files. He’ll lie in his bunk at Blue Lock with high-end noise-canceling headphones on, eyes closed, just listening to the cadence of your speech. If you’ve ever done an audiobook or an ASMR-style interview, he has it on a permanent loop.

Eita Otoya

He’s the king of subtle social media interaction. He won’t leave a thirsty comment. Instead, he’ll post a photo of a cool sneaker or a drink that was featured in one of your posts, with a caption like, “Another good recommendation."

At a crowded event, you won't see him coming. You’ll be talking to a group of executives, and suddenly, there’s a guy with white-and-green hair leaning against the wall right next to you, looking like he’s been there for hours. He’ll whisper something funny or slightly scandalous about the person you’re talking to, making you laugh before you even know his name.

Otoya is known for being a bit of a womanizer, but when it comes to you, he actually gets a little more exclusive. He’ll stop entertaining the usual crowd of girls just to keep his schedule open in case you happen to be in the same city. He finds the fluttering feelings of chasing a high-profile target like you more addictive than any casual date.

Kenyu Yukimiya

He’s the type to appreciate aesthetics, so your visuals would catch his attention first. But once he sees your personality in interviews or clips, he gets genuinely invested.

He’d never openly call himself a fan. But he somehow watches every livestream clip within an hour of it being uploaded. He knows way too much about your career. Interviews, magazine covers, random facts from old livestreams all memorized.

He doesn't just watch your movies; he devours them while he still can. He’ll sit in a darkened room, his face inches from the screen, memorizing the exact shade of your eyes and the way your lips move. He’s terrified that one day he’ll hear your name and won’t be able to picture your face. You are the ideal he is trying to preserve in his mind before the shutters close forever.

Hiori Yo

Hiori doesn’t just watch your movies, he consumes your content to decompress after a stressful day of training. He probably has a playlist of your interviews or vlog style content that he listens to while he's gaming. Your voice is his safe zone, a calm frequency that helps him tune out the noise of his parents' voices in his head.

If you ever mention being a gamer in an interview, it’s game over for him. He’ll find out what games you play and spend his nights trying to accidentally match into the same lobby or server.

If he ever meets you, he’ll be the person who doesn't stare. He’ll stand next to you at a drink station and start talking about something completely unrelated to your fame, like the music playing in the background.

Michael Kaiser

He makes Ness keep a literal intelligence dossier on you. Kaiser will be stretching for training and casually bark, "Ness, what was Y/N’s rating on the latest project?" or "Who was that clown standing next to them at the premiere?" If Ness doesn't have the answer instantly, Kaiser gets irritable.

When his teammates mention you, Kaiser scoffingly calls you just a glittery distraction or a pretty puppet for the masses. He acts like you're beneath him. But the moment he's back in the locker room, he’s checking his phone to see if you’ve posted.

He doesn't follow you on any of your social media. He just visits your profile every hour. If he sees you've been shipped with a co-star, he’ll spend the rest of practice being absolutely lethal on the pitch, imagining the co-star's face on the ball. He feels a twisted sense of ownership over you despite having never spoken to you.

Alexis Ness

Ness just wants to believe in you. He watches your content with wide, sparkling eyes, genuinely amazed that someone as magical as you can exist in the real world. If you do a move in a dance or a specific expression in a movie, he’ll try to recreate it in the mirror, whispering, "How did they do that? It must be magic..."

Ness doesn't just like your posts; he catalogs them. He has a physical scrapbook ( decorated with stickers and glitter ) where he writes down all your information. He knows your blood type, your favorite color, and the exact date you debuted.

He is lowkey 100% devoted to Kaiser, so he feels a deep sense of infidelity if he catches himself thinking about you for too long. He’ll be mid-thought about your latest photo when Kaiser walks in, and Ness will jump, turn bright red, and start stammering about "analyzing potential media threats." He probably keeps your photobook hidden inside a textbook about football tactics.

Bunny Iglesias

Bunny once told Isagi that seeing a joyful person makes him "want to die." He views your celebrity persona, all smiles, fame, and success, with a detached, almost poetic sadness. He’ll watch your clips and wonder, "How can someone look that happy ? Is it all an act, or is your soul actually that bright ?" He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

He isn't the type to comment or interact. He probably has one of your posters in his room in Spain, but it’s tucked away where no one can see it. He looks at it when he’s feeling particularly hollow after a match. To Bunny, you are the symbol of a life he feels he can't fully touch, a world where things are light and joyful instead of heavy and scarred.

Bunny is a melancholic. If he sees someone watching something related to you, Bunny will make a sardonically soft comment like, "Staring at the sun will only make you go blind. But I suppose a star like Y/N is worth the darkness that comes after." He uses his crush on you as a way to needle others, even while he’s secretly more obsessed than any of them.

Vivian Hugo

Hugo believes everyone is born for a specific role. If you’re a world-class singer, he’ll watch you perform and murmur, "Yes... that vocal range is exactly what your biology was designed for. You are living your destiny. How beautiful." He doesn't crush on people who struggle; he crushes on people who look like they were born to do exactly what they are doing.

You know those blank books he stares at to organize his thoughts? He definitely spends a few minutes every day visualizing your path. He’ll stare at a white page and write a mental script for your career, predicting which awards you’ll win or which roles you should take.

Nothing irritates Hugo more than seeing you in a disappointing project. If you star in a bad commercial or a mediocre film, he’ll shut it off, looking genuinely offended. "This role is beneath your potential. It’s a tragedy of logistics." He’ll spend the rest of the day in a bad mood, feeling as though the system of the world has been insulted by wasting your talent.

Charles Chevalier

Charles is notoriously difficult to motivate. He’ll be lying on the grass during practice, ignoring his teammates, until someone mentions your name. Suddenly, he’s awake. He’ll pull out his phone and show everyone his favorite clip of you, grinning like a kid with a new toy. "Look ! Look at their face ! They’re the epitome of cuteness ! My boredom just went down by 80% !"

Charles has zero sense of celebrity boundaries. If he likes your photo, he doesn't just like it, he’ll comment twenty times with random emojis like 🍭, 🚀, and 🌈. He’ll send you DMs that make no sense, like: "Your hair looks like a cloud today. Can I eat it ?"

He names his most insane passes after you or your characters. He’ll send a curved ball that defies physics and whisper, "That was the Y/N Special !"

[c1em3nt1nel]

hai! i love your writing so much your characterization is so good! can i please req some angst from you like how they'd react if their s/o who they're so insanely in love with starts pulling away or gets distant relationship wise 🤭

i wanna know who's getting on their knees or crying screaming throwing up at the mere thought of their so leaving like i jst rlly need some men who yearn (and maybe suffer in the process🫢)

“Don’t Leave Me Like This.”

➺ a/n : hii !! thank you so muchh, also i’ve actually always wanted to try writing angst so this is my first time 😭 be nice guys i’m deadass a little nervous about this one but i hope i did it justice

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo

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Yoichi Isagi ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

The suffering is literal for him. He gets physically ill from the anxiety. He can't eat; the smell of food makes him nauseous because he remembers the last meal you shared in silence. There’s a night where you don't come home or you tell him you need space, and Isagi ends up in the bathroom, clutching the sink, actually retching from the sheer emotional weight crushing his chest. He screams into a pillow in his dorm, a raw, ugly sound that would shock anyone who knows him as the polite Isagi.

He starts to hallucinate your presence. He’ll turn around in a store because he thinks he smelled your perfume, or he’ll start talking to the empty side of the bed before remembering you aren't there. He becomes a ghost haunting his own life. He’ll send you pathetic, paragraph-long texts at 4 AM, detailing every memory he’s terrified of losing, before deleting them all and just sending, "I miss you. Please come home." He is a man who was born to devour others to reach the top, but in the face of your distance, he is the one being eaten alive by his own devotion.

If you actually leave, Isagi doesn't move on. He becomes a shell. He might still play football, he might even become the best in the world, but his eyes will remain hollow. He’ll look at every trophy he wins and think about how he’d melt them all down just to have one more morning where you look at him with love instead of pity. He is the ultimate yearner—a man who reached the peak of the world only to realize it’s freezing and empty without the only person who ever made him feel the way you made him feel.

Meguru Bachira ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

When you start getting distant, Bachira becomes eerily quiet. The playful humming, the random bursts of energy, the constant chattering, it all vanishes. He’ll sit in his room for hours, staring at his phone, waiting for a spark that never comes. He feels like he’s back in that elementary school playground, standing alone with a ball, realizing that the person he finally found is leaving him behind in the dark.

Bachira has no pride when it comes to you. He is the one who will absolutely get on his knees. If you try to leave the room during an argument, he’ll dive for your feet, wrapping his arms around your legs so tightly it’s almost painful. He’ll sob into your shins, his tears soaking through your clothes. "No, no, no ! Don't leave me ! I'll be better, I'll be normal, I'll kill the Monster if that's what you want! Just please... look at me. Don't leave me alone again. I'm scared, [Name]. I'm so scared."

There is a moment of pure, raw agony where the "fun” Bachira snaps. If he comes home to an empty house or sees you out with someone else, he’ll have a full-blown panic attack. He’ll scream until his throat is raw, a high, keening sound of a creature that’s been abandoned. He’ll throw things, not out of anger, but out of a desperate need to feel anything other than the hollow vacuum in his chest. He’ll end up curled in a ball on the floor, retching and shaking, clutching a piece of your clothing to his face and inhaling the fading scent of you until he hyperventilates.

Hyoma Chigiri ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

He starts to associate the pain in his heart with the old trauma of his knee. When you’re distant, his leg actually starts to ache — a psychosomatic manifestation of his fear. He’ll be found sitting on the training ground floor, clutching his knee, his face pale and sweating. It’s not the ligament that’s snapping this time; it’s his spirit. He feels like if you leave, his luck runs out forever. He becomes terrified of moving at all, convinced that any step he takes might be the one that finally breaks the connection for good.

He becomes a stalker of his own memories. He’ll watch videos of you laughing together on a loop, his eyes red and hollow. He’ll brush his hair in the mirror and remember how you used to do it for him, and he’ll end up ripping the brush through his tangles in a fit of self-loathing. He begins to loathe his own beauty because it didn't keep you.

If you leave, Chigiri becomes a "suicidal" player on the pitch. He’ll sprint until his lungs burn and his muscles scream, hoping that if he pushes his body to the absolute limit, the physical pain will finally drown out the sound of your voice saying goodbye. He becomes the "Red Panther" again, but there’s no joy in his run, only a desperate attempt to outrun the shadow of the person he loved. He’ll cross the finish line, look at the empty space where you used to stand and cheer, and realize that no matter how fast he is, he’ll never be fast enough to bring you back.

Rin Itoshi ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Rin is the most arrogant, prideful person in Blue Lock. He would never bow to a king, but for you, he will crawl. When the distance becomes unbearable, he’ll show up at your door in the middle of a rainstorm or after a grueling match, looking like a ghost. He won't say anything at first; he’ll just stand there, shaking, until his knees hit the pavement. He’ll grab your hands and press them to his face, his tears hot against your skin. "Don't... don't discard me like he did. I'll kill everyone else, I'll be the only one you ever need to look at... just don't go. Please, don't leave me in the dark."

Rin notices the distance before you even realize you’re pulling away. He starts to play "destructive" football, but instead of destroying his opponents, he starts destroying himself. He pushes his body to a point of physical agony just to feel a pain that makes sense. He stares at his phone for hours, watching the "Typing..." bubble appear and disappear, his heart rate spiking and crashing in a way that makes him feel physically ill.

He might win. He might become the No. 1 striker but he’ll do it with a face that looks like a corpse. He’ll stand on the podium, the world cheering his name, and he’ll feel absolutely nothing. Every goal he scores is a shriek for your attention that you’ll never hear. He’ll look at the gold medal and think about how he’d rather be a lukewarm loser if it meant he could go back to the days when you still looked at him with warmth.

Sae Itoshi ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Sae Itoshi does not beg. He doesn't even apologize. But when the silence between you becomes deafening, he snaps. He’ll corner you in a quiet hallway or your bedroom, his usual cold, bored expression replaced by something frantic and ugly. He’ll drop to his knees. Not gracefully, but heavily, as if his legs have finally given out under the weight of his own ego. He’ll grab the hem of your shirt, his head bowed, his voice a low, broken rasp. "Tell me the price. Tell me what I have to do to make you look at me the way you used to. I’ll leave the pros, I’ll stay in Japan, I’ll become the version of the man you want... just don't leave me."

He becomes haunted by ghosts. He’ll be in the middle of a high-stakes match in Europe, and for a split second, he’ll see your face in the front row. He’ll pause, the ball rolling past him, his heart stopping, only to realize it was a stranger. He starts to lose his composure. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night reaching for your side of the bed, and when he feels the cold sheets, he’ll let out a sound. Not a scream, but a choked, dry sob that he muffles with his pillow so no one can hear the "Genius" breaking.

If you leave him, Sae doesn't recover. He becomes a machine. He stops talking to people entirely unless it’s about football. He spends his nights in his luxury apartment, surrounded by trophies that mean nothing, staring at the last photo he has of you. He becomes a man who has everything and absolutely nothing. He’ll live the rest of his life as a "legend,” but every time he hears your name, his breath will hitch, and he’ll be transported back to that moment on his knees, begging for a miracle that never came.

Rensuke Kunigami ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

The Wild Card persona is a mask of stoicism, but it’s thin. When you finally tell him you’re done or you need space, the mask doesn't just crack. It shatters. Kunigami doesn't just sit down; he drops like a felled tree. He’ll fall to his knees, his massive hands clutching your waist, burying his face in your stomach. He’ll be shaking so hard you can feel his teeth chattering. "Please... not you too. The world already took everything else. I'm not a hero anymore, I'm nothing... but I'm yours. Don't leave me. I can't be alone again."

There’s a night where he’s alone in the gym, and the weight of your distance finally becomes too much. He’ll grab a barbell and just scream, a deep, guttural, chest-shaking roar of pure agony that echoes off the metal. He’ll throw the weights, denting the floor, until he’s exhausted and sobbing, his large chest heaving. He looks at his hands and realizes they’re useless if they can’t hold onto you. He ends up curled on the floor among the cold iron, weeping for the version of himself that you used to love.

He’ll show up at your house or your workplace, not to talk, but just to see you from a distance, hidden in the shadows. He’s pathetically addicted to the sight of you, even if it hurts. He’ll wear old jerseys just because it still smells like your laundry detergent. He’s a man who has lost his ego entirely; he would let you step on him, humiliate him, or use him as a tool, as long as it meant he didn't have to face a world where you don't exist.

Shoei Barou ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Barou is the last person on earth you’d expect to beg. He is pride personified. But there is a night where the silence from your side is too much. He’ll show up at your place, his massive frame filling the doorway, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. When you try to close the door or tell him it’s over, his throne collapses. He’ll drop to his knees, the ultimate sign of submission from him. His voice, usually a booming roar, is a broken, pathetic whisper. “Don’t walk away… I built my throne with you beside me. Without you… it’s just empty. If I messed up, say it. I’ll crush it, fix it, whatever it takes. Just… don’t look at me like I’m nothing. I refuse to be a king without my queen.”

He goes to the training field in the middle of the night, alone. He’ll kick balls into the net with such violence that he rips the mesh, screaming with every strike. It’s a raw, terrifying sound, the roar of a lion that’s been caught in a trap. He’ll eventually collapse in the grass, his chest heaving, crying with a harsh, dry intensity that sounds like he’s choking. He’ll grab fistfuls of dirt and grass, cursing the world, cursing football, and finally, cursing himself for needing you so much that he can’t breathe without your approval.

He becomes obsessed with the traces of you. He’ll sit in the dark, holding the clothes you left behind, smelling it until he can’t breathe. He’ll watch the "Active Now" status on your social media, his thumb hovering over the screen, paralyzed by the fear that if he messages you, you’ll ignore him and that silence would be the final execution of his ego. He’ll start to see your face in the crowd during games, and for a split second, he’ll play for you, only to realize you aren't there, causing him to completely stall on the pitch, a King frozen in his own misery.

Reo Mikage ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Reo’s first instinct is to solve the distance with wealth and effort. He’ll buy you designer bags, book private jets for surprise dinners, and try to fill the growing void with material perfection. But when he sees your face remain blank despite the gifts, he starts to panic. He begins to obsessively track your location, your likes, and your mutual friends. He uses his ability to try and become whoever he thinks you want: acting more serious, then more playful, then more distant, desperately shifting his personality to find the version of him that you’ll love again.

Reo has been on his knees for Nagi before, but for you, he will stay there. When you finally tell him it’s over, he won't offer you a check or a gift. He’ll drop to the floor of his penthouse, grabbing the hem of your clothes with trembling hands, his face wet with tears that look ugly on someone so handsome. "I'll give it all up. My inheritance, the company, football... I'll be a nobody if that's what it takes. Just don't look at me like I'm just another thing you've outgrown. [Name]... please, I'm just a guy who loves you. Don't leave me with nothing but money."

He’ll pay people to tell him where you are, just so he can "accidentally" run into you. He’ll watch the footage from his home security cameras of the last time you were happy in his living room, playing it on a loop while he drinks himself into a stupor. He is addicted to the pain of your memory. He’ll send you texts at 4 AM offering you the world, then immediately delete them and send, "I'm sorry. Just tell me you're okay," because he’s terrified that if he’s being too much, you’ll block him forever.

Nagi Seishiro ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Nagi’s life is defined by apathy, but you are the one spark that keeps him awake. When you start pulling away, he doesn't understand it at first. He’ll follow you around your apartment like a confused shadow, tugging on your sleeve or resting his head on your shoulder, waiting for the reward of your affection. When you don't give it, he feels a weird, sharp pressure in his chest that he doesn't have the vocabulary to explain. He starts to lose interest in his games, his phone, and even football. Everything becomes a hassle because the person who made it all fun is disappearing.

Nagi usually forgets to eat because he’s lazy, but now he can’t eat because he’s sick. The thought of you leaving makes his stomach curl into a tight, cold knot. He’ll try to take a bite of something and immediately have to rush to the bathroom, retching until he’s dizzy. He’ll lie on the cold floor afterward, staring at the ceiling for hours, his body feeling like it’s made of lead. He’s always been sleepy, but now he can’t sleep at all; every time he closes his eyes, he sees the back of your head as you walk away from him.

Nagi has no ego to protect when it comes to you. If he senses that the end is coming, he’ll drop his phone, the thing he’s usually glued to, and literally fall at your feet. He’ll wrap his long arms around your waist, burying his face in your lap, his voice small and cracking. "Is it because I'm boring? I'll try harder... I'll stop being lazy. I'll play football until I'm the best, I'll do all the chores, I'll be interesting for you. Just... don't go. Everything is so quiet when you're not here. I don't know how to 'be' without you telling me what to do." Nagi’s crying is the most heartbreaking because it’s so quiet. He doesn't scream; he just leaks tears while staring at you with wide, terrified eyes. He’ll shake, a constant tremor in his hands that makes it impossible for him to even hold a controller or a phone. There’s a night where you’re staying in separate rooms, and he’ll end up curled in a ball outside your door, shivering and weeping into his knees because he’s too scared to be alone in the dark with his own thoughts.

Oliver Aiku ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

There’s a night where the weight of your absence hits him in the middle of a training session. He’ll punch a goalpost with enough force to dent the metal, screaming a raw, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated yearning. He’ll collapse into the turf, clutching his chest as if he’s having a heart attack, gasping for air. He realized too late that he didn't just win you; he needed you to keep his heart beating. He ends up lying on the field until the sun comes up, shivering and whispering your name into the grass, a defender who failed to protect the only thing that mattered.

He becomes obsessed with being near you without being seen. He’ll drive past your house at 2 AM just to see if your lights are on, his heart hammering in his chest like a guilty teenager's. He’ll wear the cologne you said you liked even when he’s alone, just to trick himself into thinking you’re in the next room. He sends you check-in texts that he spent three hours drafting, trying to sound casual while he’s actually vibrating with the need to beg you to come home.

Aiku usually carries himself with such swagger, but when the distance finally becomes apparent, his composure shatters. He’ll show up at your place, eyes bloodshot and beard slightly unkempt. When you tell him you think it’s time to move on, he won't try to charm his way out of it. He’ll drop to his knees, his massive hands catching your waist, burying his face in your lap. He’ll be sobbing, not a quiet cry, but a heavy, chest-heaving sound that feels like a landslide. "I'm not playing anymore... I promise. I’ll quit the national team, I’ll move wherever you want, I’ll become the type of man you deserve. Just don't shut me out. I finally found something real... don't make me go back to being a liar."

Shuto Sendou ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

He’ll post aesthetic photos of things you like on his social media, obsessively checking his notifications to see if you’ve viewed his stories. He tries to buy back your affection with the most celebrity gestures possible: billboards, expensive jewelry, public shout-outs. But when you don't even like the posts, he starts to spiral. He loses his camera-ready smile. He’ll be in the middle of a TV interview and completely zone out, his eyes going hollow as he realizes that a million fans screaming his name doesn't mean a thing if he can’t hear yours.

Sendou usually acts like he’s the one doing people a favor by dating them, but when the distance becomes apparent, his pride doesn't just crack, it evaporates. He’ll show up at your door, looking uncharacteristically small. When you tell him it’s over, he won't try to charm you. He’ll drop to his knees, his forehead pressing against your shoes, his hands clutching your ankles so you can’t walk away. "I’ll stop... I’ll stop the acting, the modeling, all the fake stuff. I’ll just be Shuto. I’ll be nobody. Just don't leave me with the fans... they don't know me. You’re the only one who actually knows me. Please... I’m so lonely without you."

He becomes stuck in the time when you still loved him. He’ll re-watch old interviews where he mentioned someone special, crying at how happy he looked. He’ll send you texts at 3 AM asking if you saw his latest goal, then immediately follow up with, "I'm sorry, I know you don't care. I just wanted you to see me one more time."

Ryusei Shidou ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Shidou’s world is loud, carnal, and vibrant. But when you pull away, he starts to lose that manic, predatory energy. He’ll be on the pitch, and for the first time, he doesn't feel the rush. He’ll score a world-class goal and just stand there, staring at the net with dead eyes, because he realized he didn't hear your voice in the crowd. He becomes uncharacteristically quiet, his usual vulgar teasing replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence that unnerves everyone in Blue Lock.

His suffering isn't passive; it's destructive. He’ll go to a deserted part of the training grounds and just destroy things. He’ll kick through fences, punch walls until his knuckles are shattered, screaming your name into the night until his voice gives out. He isn't crying in the traditional sense; he’s bleeding frustration. He feels like a star that is collapsing into a black hole, every bit of light he has is being sucked into the void where your love used to be.

He becomes needy. He’ll send you texts that are raw and unfiltered: "I can't breathe," "Touch me or kill me," "Everything tastes like ash." He’ll break into your room just to sleep on the floor next to your bed, not to scare you, but because the proximity is the only thing that stops the shaking in his nerves. He is a predator who has been completely tamed by the fear of abandonment, a dragon who would let you clip his wings if it meant you’d stay in the room for five more minutes.

Tabito Karasu ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Karasu’s entire world is built on categorizing people. When you start pulling away, he tries to solve you. He’ll sit for hours, replaying every interaction, every text, every look, trying to find where he went wrong. He notices the way you don’t laugh at his insults anymore, or how you’ve stopped using the specific Kansai slang he taught you. And no matter how much he analyzes you, he can’t find the weak point to strike to make you stay.

Karasu is usually the one looking down on others, both literally and figuratively. But there is a night where he corners you. He’ll drop to his knees, his hands gripping your wrists with a strength that belies his internal collapse. He won't use his sharp tongue to insult you; his voice will be a low, desperate rasp. "Stop it. Stop treating me like I'm just some mediocre guy you've grown bored of. I'm the one who picked you out, remember? You're the only extraordinary thing I have... please. Don't leave me alone in a world full of idiots. I'll change. I'll be whoever you need me to be. Just don't say it's over."

If you leave for good, he’ll continue to be the top analytical midfielder, he’ll dismantle every opponent with sharp precision, but he’ll do it with a heart that has turned to ice. He’ll spend the rest of his life in luxury apartments, drinking kombucha in the dark, staring at the empty seat beside him. Every person he meets afterward will be mediocre by default, because they aren't you. He’ll spend his life yearning for the only extraordinary variable he couldn't keep, suffering in a world that he understands perfectly but no longer cares to live in.

Eita Otoya ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Otoya’s whole world is based on instinct and fun. He’ll be at a club or a team hang-out, usually the life of the party, but he’ll find himself staring blankly into space. He loses that effortless, laid-back charm. He’ll try to flirt with someone else just to see if he can still feel anything, but he’ll end up leaving mid-conversation because everything feels like noise compared to the silence you’ve left him with.

Otoya usually acts like nothing matters, but when you finally tell him you’re done with him, he’ll show up at your place in the middle of the night, his signature green-streaked hair messy and his eyes bloodshot. He’ll drop to his knees in the hallway, grabbing your hands with a grip that is uncharacteristically tight and desperate. "Don't go back to being a stranger... please. I'll stop the games. I'll delete every number, I'll stay home, I'll be boring if that's what keeps you. I'm scared, [Name]. I don't know how I would function without you being the one I'm coming back to."

If you leave for good, he’ll still be the ninja on the pitch, he’ll still be chill in interviews, and he’ll go back to his playboy ways on the surface, but his eyes will remain dead. He’ll spend the rest of his life sliding through crowds, never letting anyone get close enough to see the scars. He’ll spend every night in a different bed, but every time he closes his eyes, he’ll feel that sharp, retching pang of regret. He’ll spend the rest of his life yearning for the only person who ever made him want to step out of the shadows and be seen.

Kenyu Yukimiya ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Yuki’s eyesight is failing, but his heart was always focused on you. When you start pulling away, he begins to panic in a way he can’t hide. He’ll obsessively check his glasses, cleaning them over and over, because he wants to believe the distance between you is just a trick of his optics. He becomes hyper-fixated on your presence. He’ll stare at you for far too long, trying to memorize every detail of your face before his vision, or your love, goes completely. He becomes uncharacteristically clingy, always wanting to hold your hand or touch your shoulder, as if it’ll keep you from dissolving into the blur.

Yuki usually carries himself with such grace, but when the threat of you leaving becomes absolute, he’ll show up at your place, his goggles around his neck and his eyes red from straining. When you tell him you’re leaving, he’ll drop to his knees, his forehead pressing against your hands. He won't beg for his career or his eyes; he’ll beg for you. "Please... not you too. I can handle the dark, [Name]. I can handle going blind. I can handle never playing again. But I can't handle the thought of you not being there when the lights finally go out. Don't leave me in a world where I can't even remember what love looks like."

If you leave for good, Yukimiya becomes a statue. He might achieve his dreams, he might become a world-famous model or a legendary striker before his vision fails, but he’ll do it with a soul that is completely hollow. He’ll spend the rest of his life in a world of shadows, yearning for the light that you were. Even when he eventually goes blind, he’ll spend every day looking for you in his mind, suffering in a permanent, silent night where the only thing he can still see clearly is the moment you walked away.

Hiori Yo ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

There is a cold, sadistic side to Hiori that usually comes out in his play, but when he’s yearning for you, he turns that cruelty on himself. He’ll push himself to the point of physical collapse in training, his eyes glazed and vacant. If he misses a pass, he’ll mutter insults to himself in a low, venomous voice, mocking his own mediocrity. He feels like he’s being erased from your life, and the sensation makes him want to erase himself from the world.

Hiori has spent his life suppressing his own needs to appease others. As the distance grows, that internal pressure finally explodes. He’ll be in the middle of a gaming session and the feeling of uselessness will hit him so hard he’ll drop his controller and sprint to the bathroom. He stares at his reflection and sees the unloved child his parents created. The nausea is his body rejecting the idea of living for himself if himself isn't enough to keep you.

He’ll spend his nights in the dark, playing the same cozy game you used to play together, but he’ll just stand his character next to yours and let the screen idle for hours, crying silently. He sends you messages that sound polite and chill on the surface, “Hope you're having a good day,” while he’s actually shaking so hard he can barely type. He is a boy who finally learned how to feel, and now he’s realizing that feeling also means hurting beyond repair.

Michael Kaiser ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Kaiser’s arrogance is his armor. When you start pulling away, he doubles down on his God persona. He’ll treat you like a rebellious subject, demanding your attention and mocking your attempts at independence. But inside, he’s scanning your face for a sign of the old devotion, and when he finds only coldness, his confidence glitches. He starts making mistakes on the pitch, missing easy volleys because he’s looking at you in the stands, desperate to see if you’re still watching him.

Kaiser would rather die than show weakness, which makes his eventual collapse terrifying. When you finally tell him you’re leaving, his composure doesn't just crack, it shatters into jagged glass. He’ll drop to his knees, his expensive designer coat dragging on the floor, and he’ll grab your wrists with a grip that is bruisingly tight. He’s not crying. He’s shaking, a violent, rhythmic tremor. "Don't you dare... I am the center of the world! You don't leave me, I discard you!" But then his voice drops to a broken whisper. "Please... You're the only one who doesn't look at me like a product. If you leave, I'm just nothing again…. Don't leave me alone with myself."

He’ll use his vast wealth to find out where you are, but he’s too proud to approach you, so he just sits in his tinted-window car outside your apartment for hours, watching the lights. He’ll send you flowers every day, blue roses, naturally, with no card, just a silent, thorny reminder that he’s still there, haunting you. He is addicted to the despair of missing you; he watches videos of you together on a loop, his thumb tracing your jawline on the screen, whispering, "I'll make it impossible for you to forget me. I'll become the greatest in the world just so you have to see my face every time you turn on a TV."

Alexis Ness ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Ness views his world through the magic of football and connection. When you start pulling away, the colors of his world begin to drain. He’ll stare at you with those wide, droopy eyes, looking for a spark of the warmth he used to rely on. He becomes hyper-fixated on fixing the vibe. He’ll try to perform tricks for you: cooking your favorite meal perfectly, bringing you small gifts, or humming the songs you like but his hands will be shaking. He feels like his mana is running out, and without your love to recharge him, he’s just a hollow boy in a jersey.

Ness has a high tolerance for mistreatment, but he cannot survive indifference. When you finally tell him you’re leaving, his polite mask doesn't just slip, it disintegrates into a terrifying mess. He’ll drop to his knees at your feet, his fingers digging into the carpet as he weeps. He’ll try to smile through the tears, a manic, heartbreaking expression. "I'll cast a better spell... I'll be more useful ! I can be your heart, your shadow, your everything ! Just don't… don't make me live in a world where magic isn't real. You're my magic, [Name]. Please, don't let the trick end."

He’ll wear the specific scents you liked, even if they make his head swim. He’ll send you voice notes of him just humming, his voice cracking halfway through because he’s sobbing too hard to finish the tune. He is a boy who gave his heart away so completely that he has nothing left to pump his own blood. He sits in the dark, clutching the magic staff from his childhood or a piece of your clothing, begging the universe for a miracle that he knows, logically, isn't coming.

Bunny Iglesias ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Bunny is known for being calm, soft-spoken, and polite. But when you start pulling away, his politeness becomes uncanny. He’ll smile at you, but the expression won't reach his eyes, they remain red, dull, and fixed on you with a predatory intensity. He’ll stand a little too close, his large frame casting a long shadow over you, speaking in a voice that is too quiet, too steady. He’s trying to calculate a polite way to ask you to stay, but the bitterness underneath is starting to leak out like venom.

There’s a night where the weight of the New Generation World XI title feels like a noose. He’ll go to the center of the pitch at night, under the moon, and just scream. He’ll kick balls into the stands with a violent, self-destructive force, not caring about technique, just wanting to feel something other than the emptiness you left behind. He ends up lying on the grass, staring at the sky with dead eyes, whispering Spanish prayers for a return that he knows won't happen.

He becomes present in the background of your life. He’ll show up at the places you frequent, wearing his black rabbit cap, just to watch you from a distance. He won't approach; he’ll just stand there, a towering, silent sentinel of your past. He sends you texts that are eerily thoughtful: "I saw a flower that reminded me of you today. I hope you're eating well." He is a man who is starving for your affection, but he treats it like a bittersweet delicacy that he’s lucky to even remember the taste of.

Vivian Hugo ִ ࣪𖤐⋆

Hugo lives by a philosophy of fatalism. When you start pulling away, he doesn't see it as a lack of interest; he sees it as you abandoning your aptitude. He’ll watch you with his sharp, analytical eyes as he tilts his head, trying to understand why you are fighting against the destiny he wrote for both of you. He becomes obsessive in his corrections. He’ll tell you, with a calm but chilling sincerity, that you aren't being true to yourself by ignoring him.

He sees himself as a strategist who can see the Butterfly Effect. He thinks: If I just change this one thing, they’ll love me again. He becomes stupidly superstitious. He’ll walk the exact same path to the pitch, wear the same socks, and drink the same tea, convinced that if he breaks the routine, the universe will take you away even faster.

The most heartbreaking part of Hugo’s yearning is his eventual surrender to the shadow. He’ll stop trying to be your number one. He’ll start acting like the invisible strategist who makes your life easier from the sidelines without ever asking for credit. He’ll handle your errands, fix your mistakes, and protect you from afar, all while maintaining a polite, distant smile. He won't beg you to stay. He will simply exist in your orbit like a dead moon, yearning for the light you used to give him, suffering in silence.

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Your pathetically obsessed bf headcanons are engraved in my brain… I require more

Blue Lock Characters As Your Pathetically Obsessed Boyfriend ( Part 2 )

➺ a/n : omg thank you so much 😭🫶 I’m so glad you liked it !! and I’m actually so glad you requested this because i’ve had a part 2 sitting in my notes… now I have an excuse to post it. sorry im kinda running with this idea, hope i’m not overdoing it 🥹😢

!! fair warning some of these might be a bit extreme, so read at your own caution !! i lowkey got carried away and took the “pathetically obsessed” part a bit too seriously 😣 !!

also i’m genuinely so happy that people are enjoying my writing, it means so much to me !! i love you all 💗

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo

➺ p.s : tried writing for Bunny and Hugo for the first time ever, highkey might be ooc

°˖➴ part 1 ❤︎

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Yoichi Isagi ✮⋆˙

He records your voice memos or saves old snippets of you laughing and listens to them on a loop during his solo training sessions. He claims it’s his motivation, but in reality, he’s addicted to the sound of you acknowledging him. If he goes too long without hearing your voice, he starts to lose his composure on the field, his ego fracturing because the only person who matters hasn't validated him today.

He is hyper-fixated on your digital footprint. He has notifications turned on for every single one of your social media accounts; if you like a photo of another guy, even a celebrity, he will spend hours analyzing what that person has that he doesn't. He’ll then evolve his style or behaviour to match it, desperately asking you, "I'm better like this, right? You don't need anyone else when you have me."

His eyes are constantly darting around when you're in a crowd. He isn't looking at the scenery; he’s calculating the trajectory of every person walking toward you. If he senses even a 1% chance of someone hitting on you, he’ll immediately tuck you into his side and stare the stranger down with a terrifying, predatory intensity. The moment they pass, he turns back to you with watery, puppy-dog eyes, begging for a kiss because the "stress" of almost losing your attention nearly broke him.

Meguru Bachira ✮⋆˙

He is physically incapable of being away from you for more than an hour. He will hide in your laundry basket or under your bed just to jump out and surprise you, laughing hysterically at first, but then his eyes go wide and glazed as he clings to your legs. He’ll sob into your knees about how lonely and dark it is when you aren't looking at him, refusing to let go until you promise to never leave the room without him again.

He has a habit of playing with your belongings. If he sees you using a pen or a coffee mug, he’ll steal it the moment you put it down just to keep a piece of you near him. He doesn’t see it as stealing; he sees it as an essential part of his survival. If you catch him and ask for it back, he’ll pout and do a manic little dribble with a soccer ball around you, teasing you until you’re forced to chase him—which is exactly what he wants: your total, undivided focus.

He wants to be inside your skin. He doesn't just want to hug you; he wants to be fused to you. He’ll follow you into the bathroom, sit at your feet while you work, and mimic your every movement like a shadow. When you sleep, he wraps himself around you like an octopus, tucking his head under your chin and breathing in sync with you. If he wakes up and feels even a centimeter of space between your bodies, he’ll have a full-blown panic attack, convinced that the "Monster" took you away because he wasn't holding you tight enough.

Hyoma Chigiri ✮⋆˙

He is obsessed with grooming you, viewing your appearance as a direct reflection of his ownership. He’ll spend hours brushing your hair, applying skincare to your face, or picking out your outfits with a terrifying level of detail. It’s not just about aesthetics; he wants you to be so perfected by his hands that you feel you can’t function without his touch. If you try to get ready without him, he’ll get incredibly cold and standoffish, acting as if you’ve personally insulted his pride just to make you apologize and beg for his help again.

He keeps a digital scrapbook of every candid photo he’s ever taken of you, many of which you didn't even know he took. He’ll scroll through them at night while you’re asleep beside him, tracing your features on the screen. If he sees a photo where you look particularly happy without him in the frame, he’ll delete it immediately. To Chigiri, your happiness is only valid if it’s a result of his presence. He wants to be the crown on your head and the shackles on your feet, ensuring you never run away from the beautiful life he’s curated for you.

He is pathetically addicted to your praise regarding his legs and his beauty. He’ll lounge across your lap, baring his neck or showing off his toned legs, and wait with bated breath for you to stroke him. If you don't give him enough attention, he’ll start to break down, crying about how he’s just a "broken player" who only has you left. He uses his past injury as a psychological weapon, making you feel like you’re the only person who can keep him from falling apart again, effectively trapping you in a cycle of constant reassurance.

Rin Itoshi ✮⋆˙

He is pathetically reliant on your physical presence to stay grounded. When he’s in his flow state on the field, he’s a monster, but the moment the whistle blows, he’s scanning the stands with a desperate, frantic look until he finds you. If he can’t see you, he’ll have a silent, shaking breakdown in the locker room. He’ll force you to sit on his lap while he watches match film, digging his fingers into your hips so hard it leaves marks, just to remind himself that you’re a tangible reality and not a lukewarm dream he’s going to wake up from.

His jealousy is quiet, and utterly suffocating. If he sees you laughing with his brother, Sae, or even Isagi, he won’t cause a scene. He’ll simply discard his own well-being until you notice. He’ll stop eating or training until you’re forced to beg him to take care of himself. He loves the power trip of seeing you cry over his health, finding a sick sense of satisfaction in the fact that he can make you suffer just by hurting himself. He’ll whisper, "If you keep looking at them, I might just disappear... is that what you want ?"

He is obsessed with tearing down your independence. He’ll find flaws in your friends or your hobbies, slowly whispering poison about how they don't truly understand you like he does. He wants to be your entire world : your god, your rival, and your only comfort. At night, he’ll pull you flush against his chest, his heartbeat erratic and loud, and mutter about how lukewarm the rest of the world is compared to the fire he feels when he's suffocating you with his love. He doesn't want a partner; he wants an obsession that he can never ever win against.

Sae Itoshi ✮⋆˙

He treats your life like a perfectly choreographed play that he is the sole director of. Sae doesn't ask for your time; he calculates it. He’ll send a car to pick you up without warning, expecting you to abandon your plans because, in his mind, nothing you do is more important than being his support. He is pathetically addicted to the idea that you are the only high-quality thing in his life. If you try to do something mundane or low-level without him, he’ll look at you with total disgust, not because he hates you, but because he’s terrified that the lukewarm world will rub off on you and ruin his perfect prize.

His physical affection is demanding. He doesn't just cuddle; he inspects. He’ll hold your face in his hands and stare into your eyes for minutes at a time, searching for any hint of boredom or wandering thoughts. If he finds even a trace of interest in someone else, his cold demeanor cracks into something much darker. He’ll make you sit at his feet while he plays soccer, forcing you to watch his every move for hours, desperately needing to hear you admit that no one else in the world, especially not his brother, can compare to him.

He is obsessed with your potential and will try to mold you into his ideal version of a person. He’ll buy you expensive jewelry and clothes, not as gifts, but as uniforms that mark you as his. If you wear something he didn't pick out, he’ll literally throw it away and replace it while you’re sleeping. He’s pathetic in the way he craves your submission; he wants you to be so dependent on his superior taste and lifestyle that the very idea of leaving him feels like stepping into a void. He wants to be the only breath of fresh air in your lungs, suffocating you with a life so luxurious you forget how to breathe on your own.

Rensuke Kunigami ✮⋆˙

Since his Wild Card transformation, his obsession has turned from heroic protection into a dark, territorial one. He views you as his only remaining tether to his humanity, which makes him pathetically desperate to keep you locked away from the trash of the world. He’ll stand guard outside your door or follow a few paces behind you in the shadows, his presence looming like a silent, vengeful ghost. He doesn't think he deserves your love, but he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take it, convinced that he is the only one strong enough to keep you safe.

He is addicted to the weight of you. After a long day of training, he’ll collapse onto you, using his massive frame to pin you to the bed. He won't say a word; he just buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent until his tremors stop. It’s pathetic how quickly his exterior crumbles the moment you touch him. If you try to push him off because he’s too heavy, he’ll tighten his grip and growl lowly, a desperate, broken sound that says he’d rather die than let you create an inch of distance between your bodies.

His jealousy is a slow-burning, physical rage. If he sees another man even breathe in your direction, he doesn't shout, he simply walks over and looms behind you, his hand dropping onto your shoulder with enough pressure to make your knees buckle. He’ll stare at the offender with hollow, dead eyes until they flee in terror. Once you’re alone, he becomes pathetically needy, kneeling before you and pressing his forehead against your stomach, begging you to tell him that he’s the only hero you’ll ever need, even if he has to become a villain to keep you.

Shoei Barou ✮⋆˙

His eyes are permanently fixed on you when you’re out in public. He doesn't look at the world; he looks for threats to what’s his. If he sees you struggling with a heavy bag or being bothered by a stranger, he doesn't just help, he looms over the situation like a shadow, his massive frame blocking out the sun. He wants you to feel small and protected only by him. He’ll purposefully walk at a pace that forces you to hold onto his arm, finding a sick sense of pride in the fact that you have to physically cling to him just to keep up with his stride.

He is pathetically addicted to the domestic routine he’s forced upon you. Every night, he demands you sit and eat the high-quality meals he’s prepared, watching your every bite to ensure you’re being nourished properly. If you try to eat trash food or skip a meal, he’ll have a quiet tantrum, convinced that you’re rejecting his care. He’ll literally hand-feed you just to regain control, his eyes dark and intense as he mutters, "Don't put that garbage in your body. Only I decide what's good enough for you."

He keeps a strict schedule of your life that he expects you to follow to the second. He’ll text you at 10:00 PM sharp to ensure you’re in bed, and if you don't respond within two minutes, he’ll show up at your window or door, claiming he was "just in the neighborhood for a run." In reality, he was pacing outside your house for twenty minutes, terrified that someone else was taking up the time that belongs to the King.

Reo Mikage ✮⋆˙

He is pathetically addicted to being your everything. Just as he can mimic any soccer skill, he will mimic your ideal type to a terrifying degree. If you mention you like a certain personality trait or hobby, he will master it overnight just to prove he’s the only one you need. He’ll drop his own interests, his training, and even his family obligations the second you send a low effort text. He’ll show up at your door trembling, asking if he’s "not enough" anymore, his eyes wide and desperate for you to reassure him that he’s still your favourite.

His jealousy is a frantic, expensive mess. If he sees you getting close to Nagi, or anyone else, he won't just get mad; he’ll try to buy your loyalty back. He’ll book a spontaneous trip to Paris or buy you a diamond ring just because you laughed at someone else’s joke. It’s pathetic how he uses his inheritance as a shield against his own insecurity. He’ll track your phone "for your safety," and if he sees you’re somewhere he didn't approve of, he’ll call you every thirty seconds until you pick up, his voice cracking as he demands to know why you’re trying to lose him.

He keeps every gift you’ve ever given him in a glass display case, but he also keeps things like your old hair ties or clothes because they "still have your DNA on them." When you’re not around, he sits in the center of his massive, empty mansion clutching a pillow that smells like you, spiraling into a dark place where he imagines you being stolen.

Nagi Seishiro ✮⋆˙

He treats you like his personal life support system. Nagi is famously lazy, but he will exert an exhausting amount of energy to ensure you never leave his side. He’ll go limp and go dead weight on top of you, refusing to move for hours, effectively trapping you under him so you’re forced to stay in bed and stroke his hair. It’s pathetic how he’s weaponized his apathy; if you try to get up to see friends, he’ll just stare at the ceiling with hollow eyes and whisper, "Everything is a hassle without you... I think I’ll just stop breathing if you go."

His jealousy is silent, stagnant, and terrifyingly heavy. If someone tries to flirt with you, Nagi won't move a muscle or raise his voice. He’ll simply lean his entire body weight against you and stare at the person with a bored, soul-crushing intensity until they leave out of pure discomfort. Once they're gone, he’ll bury his face in your neck and demand you recharge him, making you feel guilty for even being perceived by another person. He’ll murmur, "That guy was noisy... stay here where it’s quiet," as he tightens his grip like a boa constrictor.

He has a pathetic need to be carried by you emotionally. Despite his genius on the pitch, he acts completely helpless at home just to force you to dote on him. He’ll "forget" how to cook or even how to dress himself, waiting for you to do it for him with a faint, sleepy smirk. He wants to be your most demanding burden, believing that if you spend all your time taking care of him, you won't have the energy to look at anyone else.

Oliver Aiku ✮⋆˙

He is obsessed with your purity in a way that is deeply hypocritical given his own past as a flirt. Because he knows every trick in the book, he sees them everywhere you go. If a waiter smiles at you, Aiku is already calculating the man's trajectory to shut him down before he can even speak. He wants to ensure you aren't polluted by anyone else’s attention. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll later whine and pout, asking you if that guy was "really your type," needing you to stroke his ego and tell him that no one else even exists in your eyes.

His physical affection is territorial and overwhelming. He uses his size to completely envelope you in public. He’ll drape his heavy arms over your shoulders or pull you into his lap in front of his teammates, staring down anyone who dares to look your way with a cold, heterochromatic gaze that says you are private property. He finds a sick sense of satisfaction in marking you, leaving his scent on your clothes or giving you his captain’s armband to wear, so that everyone knows you belong to him. If you try to create space, he’ll act like a wounded animal, kneeling at your feet and begging to know what he did wrong.

Aiku is pathetically addicted to being your protector, to the point where he will subtly manipulate situations to make you feel like the world is more dangerous than it actually is. He’ll mention "suspicious" people he saw near your house or "leering" glances from strangers just so you’ll squeeze his arm a little tighter.

Shuto Sendou ✮⋆˙

Sendou is pathetically obsessed with how the world perceives your relationship; he’ll constantly post photos of you two, not because he wants to share his happiness, but because he wants to brand you as his in front of everyone. He’ll whisper about his dream of marrying a Hollywood star, but then he’ll look at you with desperate, bloodshot eyes and admit that he’d give up all the fame in the world just to ensure you never look at another man. He’ll act like a spoiled brat the moment you give an ounce of your time to anyone else.

If he sees you enjoying a specific gift from a friend, he’ll immediately go out and buy a version that’s ten times more expensive just to overwrite their influence. He is pathetically competitive about being your favorite person. He’ll track your likes and comments on social media, and if he finds a guy who interacts with you too much, he’ll spend the whole night bad-mouthing them to you, desperately trying to convince you that he’s the only one that is able to handle someone like you.

His physical affection is loud, performative, and deeply clingy. In public, he’s always got an arm around your waist or his hand tangling in yours, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. But the moment you’re alone, his persona crumbles into a needy mess. He’ll whine and complain about how mean Aiku, or any other teammate, were to him at practice, burying his face in your lap and demanding you pet his head until he feels like a king again.

Ryusei Shidou ✮⋆˙

Shidou is pathetically addicted to the rush he feels when he’s near you; he describes his love in visceral, almost violent terms, claiming that your existence is the only thing that makes his cells combust. If you aren't around to witness his goals or his life, he becomes a destructive, restless animal, picking fights with everyone around him just to feel something that isn't the agonizing boredom of your absence.

He is a predator who has completely abandoned the concept of personal boundaries. He will barge into your home, your workplace, or your shower without a second thought, grinning like a demon and demanding you “make him explode." He’s pathetic in the way he craves your physical reaction; he’ll purposefully do freaky or provocative things in public just to see you blush, finding a sick pleasure in the fact that he’s the only one who can make you lose your composure.

He is obsessed with your scent. He’ll spend hours just burying his face in your hair or your neck, inhaling you as if you’re his only source of oxygen. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll literally whine and growl if you try to pull away, acting like a starved beast that’s finally found a feast. He keeps your used clothes in his sports bag and sleeps with them pressed to his face during training camps, convinced that if he loses your scent, he’ll lose his instinct entirely. He wants to be the only one who can make you scream, and he’ll haunt your every waking moment until you admit that his love is the only drug you’ll ever need.

Tabito Karasu ✮⋆˙

Karasu is pathetically obsessed with identifying your "weak points", not to exploit them, but to ensure he is the only one who can protect them. He’ll keep a mental log of your insecurities and bad habits, subtly pointing them out just to follow up with, "Good thing you have me to handle that for you, right? A mediocre person would've let you crash and burn by now."

If he senses another person, especially a "mediocre" guy, trying to get close to you, he won't get loud. Instead, he’ll use his sharp tongue to systematically dismantle that person’s confidence in front of you, making them look so pathetic that you lose interest naturally. He’ll then lean in close, his crow-like eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and whisper something snarky. He’s pathetic in the way he craves your confirmation that he’s the only one able to stand by your side.

He can tell if you’re lying, hiding a secret, or feeling distant just by the way your pupils dilate. He’ll corner you against a wall and tilt your chin up, demanding you explain the change in your behavior. He finds it pathetic how much he needs to be in sync with you; if he can't predict your next move, he starts to spiral into frustration. He’ll force you to stay in his personal space for hours, using his hands to check your heartbeat and temperature, obsessed with the physical proof that you are still his.

Eita Otoya ✮⋆˙

He treats your life like a mission where he is the only one allowed to remain undetected in your blind spots. Otoya is pathetically addicted to the thrill of being near you without you realizing it; he’ll use his "Ninja" movements to follow you home or appear silently behind you the moment you think you’re alone. If you get startled, he’ll just give you a sleepy, half-lidded smirk and whisper, "You should pay more attention to your surroundings... what if I was someone dangerous instead of just the guy who loves you ?"

He is obsessed with your online presence and uses his "playboy" persona as a cover for his deep-seated insecurity. He’ll post flirty messages on his social media just to see if you’ll react, but the moment you post a photo with another guy, his "chill” facade completely evaporates. He’ll find out everything about the person, their hobbies, their address, and then spend the next week making sure you’re too busy with him to ever see them again. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll fake being bored just to guilt you into canceling your plans to stay home and entertain him.

He doesn't just hold your hand; he’ll trail his fingers along your spine or ghost his lips against your ear in public, disappearing back into the crowd before you can even turn around. He finds a sick satisfaction in being a ghost that haunts your skin. When you’re alone, he becomes a heavy, clingy shadow, draping himself over you like a cloak and refusing to let go. He’ll mutter about how noisy and boring other girls are, begging you to keep being the only quiet place where he can actually breathe.

Kenyu Yukimiya ✮⋆˙

His eye condition has morphed his obsession into a desperate, ticking clock. Because he’s terrified of the day his vision might fail, he is pathetically reliant on memorizing you. He’ll spend hours staring at you under the guise of a romantic gaze, but in reality, he’s trying to etch every pore, every eyelash, and every micro-expression into his brain so he never forgets what you look like. If you turn away or cover your face, he gets uncharacteristically agitated, pulling your hands down with a shaky grip and begging you to let him "keep looking" while he still can.

He is a gentleman whose politeness is a suffocating cage. He’ll insist on walking you to the door, carrying even your smallest bags, and opening every car door, but it’s really a way to keep you on a short leash. If you try to do something for yourself, he’ll act deeply wounded, claiming that you’re "robbing him of his purpose." He is pathetic in the way he uses his charisma to isolate you; he’ll charm your friends and family so thoroughly that if you ever complained about his clinginess, no one would believe you, leaving you trapped in a "perfect" relationship that only he controls.

His jealousy is passive-aggressive and relentless. If he sees you admiring another man’s talent or looks, he won't get angry, he’ll just become "the victim." He’ll start talking about how his "time is running out" and how he’s struggling to stay at the top just for you. He uses his vulnerability as a weapon to make you feel guilty for even blinking in someone else’s direction. At night, he’ll hold you close and whisper about how "God is testing him," but as long as he has you by his side, he can endure any darkness.

Hiori Yo ✮⋆˙

Having grown up under the suffocating expectations of his parents, Hiori is pathetically desperate for you to be the one thing in his life that isn't a "job." He’ll stay up all night playing video games with you, not because he cares about the game, but because it’s the only time he feels like he can breathe without his parents' voices in his head. If you show interest in another player, he won’t get angry; he’ll just go quiet and ask if he’s becoming boring like the life he tried to run away from, his eyes glassing over with a heartbreaking vulnerability that forces you to stay.

He analyzes your every mood to provide the perfect comfort. He’ll buy you your favorite snacks, adjust the room temperature, and dim the lights before you even realize you’re uncomfortable. He wants to be so useful to you that the very idea of a life without his support feels impossible. He’ll whisper, "You don't have to do anything... just let me be the one who takes care of the world for you."

His jealousy is deeply manipulative. If he sees you getting close to someone like Isagi or Karasu, he’ll start talking about how "lucky" they are to be so talented and liked by everyone, unlike him who was "made in a lab." He uses his childhood trauma as a tether, making you feel like you are the only person who truly sees him.

Michael Kaiser ✮⋆˙

Kaiser is pathetically addicted to the idea that you are his “Empress” but in reality, he is the one bowing to you behind closed doors. He’ll buy you the most expensive, avant-garde jewelry, specifically chokers or necklaces, just so he can see his mark on your neck from across a room. He doesn't just want to love you; he wants to colonize your life, replacing every one of your interests with things he has curated, so that everywhere you look, you only see him.

If he sees you interacting with someone he considers inferior, he won't just get jealous, he’ll go on a crusade to humiliate that person in front of you. He’ll make sure you witness their pathetic nature just so you’ll turn back to him and realize he’s the only one in your world. He is pathetic in the way he craves your validation; he’ll score a world-class goal and immediately look for you in the stands, his heart stopping until he sees your eyes on him, proving he’s still the center of your universe.

He has a pathetic need for physical submission from you, not in a violent way, but in a way that proves you belong to him. He’ll force you to sit on his lap while he’s being interviewed or make you hold his hand while he’s training, showing the world that even the Emperor has a leash, and you’re the only one allowed to hold it. At night, he’ll wrap his tattooed arm around your throat lightly, just enough to feel your pulse, and murmur about how impossible it would be for you to ever run away from him.

Alexis Ness ✮⋆˙

Growing up in a family that stifled his imagination, Ness is pathetically desperate to believe that you are his "miracle." He’ll spend all night performing card tricks or "magic" illusions for you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a manic intensity. If you don't look impressed or if you try to explain how the trick works, he’ll have a quiet, sobbing breakdown, accusing you of "killing the magic" just like his parents did, until you’re forced to hold him and tell him that he’s the most talented magician in the world.

He is a "devoted servant" who has replaced his loyalty to Kaiser with a total, suffocating fixation on you. He’ll do everything for you: brushing your hair, making your tea at the exact temperature he’s calculated you like, and even tieing your shoes. He finds a sick sense of purpose in being "useful" to you. If you try to do something independently, he’ll get an eerie, frozen smile on his face and start vibrating with anxiety, asking if you’re trying to discard him because he isn't perfect enough. He wants to be your shadow, believing that if he isn't constantly serving you, he has no right to exist.

His jealousy is passive-aggressive and borderline hysterical. If he sees you paying attention to someone else, especially Isagi, he won't just get mad; he’ll start "cursing" them under his breath. He’ll invent "yellow cards" and "red cards" for people who talk to you for too long, giggling to himself as he imagines them disappearing. He’ll then cling to your arm and beg you to tell him that they were "boring" , needing to hear that his devotion is the only thing that keeps your heart beating.

Bunny Iglesias ✮⋆˙

Despite his calm and polite exterior, Bunny is pathetically obsessed with the contrast between your happiness and his own inner void. He’ll follow you through the streets of Barcelona, keeping exactly ten paces behind you, watching the way you interact with the world with a look of intense, melancholic hunger. If he sees you looking too joyful without him, he’ll approach you with a gentle, terrifying smile and whisper, "When I see you looking that happy... it makes me want to die. Won't you share some of that pain with me ?"

He is a "playful liar” who uses deception to keep you trapped in his orbit. He’ll tell you small, meaningless lies about what he ate, where he’s going, or what he’s thinking, just to see if you’re paying enough attention to catch him. He finds it pathetic how much he craves your correction. If you call him out on a lie, he’ll beam at you, his red eyes shimmering, and admit that he only lied so you’d have a reason to look at him longer. He wants your relationship to be a maze that only he knows the exit to, ensuring you’re always lost in him.

He views you as his only true rival for his own heart. He’ll wear his "Solo Yo" (Only I) shirt, but then beg you to overwrite the message with your own name. He finds a sick satisfaction in being defeated by you emotionally. At night, he’ll pin you down with his robust, athletic build and bury his face in your chest, muffledly admitting that he doesn't understand himself at all and because of that, you have to be the one to define him.

Vivian Hugo ✮⋆˙

He treats your love as a predetermined outcome that he has already calculated. Hugo is pathetically obsessed with the idea that you were born to be his, and he’ll spend hours explaining the logic behind why any other partner would be a statistical failure for you. He doesn’t just want to be with you; he wants you to accept that your entire life path has been leading toward him. If you show a spark of independence or change your mind about a plan, he’ll look at you with cold, almond-shaped eyes and sigh, acting as if you’re "malfunctioning" against your own nature just to make you feel irrational.

He is a shadow who finds a sick sense of satisfaction in being your indispensable number two. Just as he serves Julian Loki on the pitch to become a legend, he wants to be the silent architect of your life. He’ll dialogue with his current self in his blank books for hours, planning out your future career, your meals, and even your social interactions. It’s pathetic how he avoids the spotlight just to ensure he has total control from the wings. He wants you to be the "No. 1" in the world's eyes, while he remains the only one who knows how to keep you standing, whispering that without his reading of your life, you’d simply fall apart.

He is pathetically addicted to the symbolism of your connection. He treats you like the "Life is Beautiful" movie he loves, a tragic but "logical" masterpiece. He’ll give you silver chains as gifts, claiming they represent the purity of your bond, but he’ll watch them obsessively for any sign of rusting ( your fading interest ). At night, he’ll hold you with a neutral expression while muttering that "all that's left is courage" for you to fully surrender to him.

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Hiii pookieee you're like so talented can I request that the boys get protective or possessive that their girl/partner is getting hit on

Love you 🩷 stay healthy and may your wealth come in abundance 🩷

Blue Lock Characters When You Get Hit On

➺ a/n : aww thank you so muchhh 😭💗 love you too, stay healthy as well and i’m wishing you all the abundance right back !! i had fun writing this, hope you enjoy reading !!

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness

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Yoichi Isagi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Isagi won’t rush in screaming. Instead, he’ll stop what he’s doing and go completely still. He’s dissecting the guy’s intentions, body language, and how uncomfortable ( or oblivious ) you look. He’s finding the blind spot to enter the conversation.

He’ll slide an arm firmly around your waist or shoulder, pulling you flush against his side. He won’t even look at the other guy at first. He’ll lean in close to you and ask, "Sorry I'm late, did you wait long ?" in a voice that is intentionally loud enough for the stranger to hear.

If the person doesn't take the hint, Isagi will finally make eye contact. His gaze becomes cold and dismissive. He doesn't see this guy as a romantic rival; he sees him as an obstacle that’s getting in the way of him spending time with you.

If it comes down to it, he’ll say something like "Sorry, but they're not interested. You're just wasting your time here. Move on." It’s blunt, efficient, and leaves no room for argument.

He becomes very tactile. He’ll hold your hand and start playing with your fingers, or he’ll tuck your hair behind your ear while staring the guy down. It’s a silent way of saying, "They’re mine."

The Aftermath :

Once the person leaves, Isagi's intensity fades instantly, and he reverts back to being your sweet, slightly flustered boyfriend.

He’ll ask if you’re okay about ten times, suddenly worried he was "too mean" or "too scary."

However, for the rest of the day, he’ll be extra clingy. He’ll keep a hand on your back or hold your hand tighter than usual.

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Meguru Bachira ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Bachira won’t look angry at first. In fact, he’ll skip over with a wide, bright grin that seems completely innocent. He’ll physically wedge himself between you and the stranger, often by literally draping his entire body over yours like a human cape.

He might tuck his chin onto your shoulder and stare at the person with a tilted head, blinking slowly. It’s a "What do you think you’re doing ?" kind of look.

He’ll start talking to the stranger as if they’re best friends, but every sentence is about how much you love him. "Oh, are you talking to (Y/N) ? Aren't they the best ? They give the best head scratches when we're napping together! Right, (Y/N) ?"

He’ll start poking your cheeks, messing with your hair, or even trying to "dribble" around you, completely ignoring the other person’s presence until they feel so awkward they just leave.

He’ll stop smiling. His expression goes blank, and he’ll lean in until he’s inches from the guy's face. He might whisper something unsettling, like: "The Monster inside me says you're being really annoying. You should go before it decides to play rough."

The Aftermath :

The moment the threat is gone, he’s back to being a "cute" menace.

He’ll whine and cling to you, demanding compensation for his jealousy. "Ehhh, (Y/N)! That guy was so boring! You like me way more than a boring guy like that, right?"

He’ll insist on holding your hand or even riding on your back for a while to recharge his energy.

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Hyoma Chigiri ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Chigiri doesn’t rush. He walks with a calm, effortless grace that draws everyone’s eyes to him. He uses his presence to intimidate before he even speaks. He’ll walk right up and stand slightly behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back or hooking a finger into your belt loop, a very casual, claiming gesture.

He’ll look the stranger up and down with a bored, unimpressed expression. He doesn’t need to shout; his body language says, "They’re out of your league."

He’ll interrupt the stranger mid-sentence. "Are you done ? We have somewhere to be, and you're making us late."

He might even throw a subtle jab at the guy’s appearance or approach. If the guy is being particularly annoying, Chigiri might say with a sweet, fake smile: "I admire the confidence, but you're really not their type. Try someone more... in your bracket."

He’ll maintain intense eye contact with the stranger while talking to you. It’s a silent challenge. If the person doesn’t leave, Chigiri will simply take your hand, lace his fingers with yours, and start walking away without a second glance back.

The Aftermath :

Once you're alone, Chigiri’s cool facade might slip into a bit of a pout.

He’ll complain about how "loud" or "annoying" that person was, but what he’s actually doing is fishing for reassurance.

He might say something like, "You have such a magnet for weirdos. Honestly, I can't leave you alone for five minutes."

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Rin Itoshi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Rin won’t even walk over at first. He’ll stand a few feet away, his arms crossed, burning a hole into the back of the stranger's head with those teal eyes. He waits for the perfect moment to "intervene," usually right when the person thinks they're making progress.

When he finally moves, it’s fast and silent. He’ll step directly into the stranger's personal space, towering over them with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

He doesn't touch you immediately. Instead, he uses his sheer presence to make the other person feel small. He’ll look at the stranger as if they’re a bug on the bottom of his shoe. "You’re annoying. Get lost before I make you."

If the guy tries to argue or act tough, Rin’s voice drops an octave: "You’re lukewarm. Your existence is a waste of my time and theirs. Die." ( Okay, maybe not literally, but he says it with enough venom that the guy feels like he should )

He might lean down, his face inches from yours, ignoring the stranger entirely. "We’re leaving. I’m done with this disgusting atmosphere."

The Aftermath :

Rin will be in a foul mood for a while after the encounter. He’ll walk slightly ahead of you, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, radiating an aura of "don't talk to me."

He might turn to you and snap, "Why were you even standing there ? You’re too soft. You let trash like that think they have a chance." Despite the harsh words, he won’t let go of your hand or your arm. If you try to pull away, his grip will tighten just a fraction.

If you call him out for being jealous, he’ll scoff and look away, his ears turning a faint pink. "Jealous ? Don't flatter yourself. I just hate seeing something that belongs to me being touched by someone so pathetic."

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Itoshi Sae ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

He doesn't look at the stranger. In fact, he treats the person as if they are invisible or part of the scenery. He’ll walk right into the space between you and the other person, forcing them to back up or be walked over.

Without a word, he’ll reach out and fix something small on you: straightening your collar, tucking a loose strand of hair, or simply resting his hand on your neck. It’s a very intimate, high-status gesture that screams ownership without him saying a single word.

He’ll eye the person from head to toe once, then look away. It’s the ultimate insult; he has weighed their value in a split second and decided they aren't even worth a verbal response.

If he does speak, it’s short and biting. "You're in the way. Move." or "Don't breathe so close to them. It's disgusting." He doesn't raise his voice. He speaks with the quiet authority of someone who knows he is the best in the room, making the other person feel like an ant he’s about to step on.

Sae is very tactile in a way that feels intentional. He’ll lace his fingers with yours or pull you flush against his side, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin while he looks at his phone or stares into the distance. He’s not doing it to show off to the guy; he’s doing it to remind you where your focus should be.

The Aftermath :

Sae won't talk about what happened. He won't ask if you're okay, because he assumes his presence solved the problem entirely. He might buy you something, a drink or a snack you like, without saying why. It's his version of making sure you're replenished after dealing with someone annoying.

If you tease him about being protective, he’ll give you a look of genuine confusion ( or feigned indifference ). "Protective ? If you're going to be with me, you need to have better standards for who you let talk to you."

He’ll be slightly more demanding of your attention for the rest of the night, perhaps making you sit right next to him while he watches game footage, his leg pressed firmly against yours.

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Rensuke Kunigami ( Pre-Wild Card ) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

He’ll walk over with a slight, determined frown and step directly between you and the stranger. He doesn't need to be aggressive; his 188cm ( 6'2 ) muscular frame usually does the talking for him.

He’ll wrap a protective arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. He smells like soap and fresh sweat from training. He’ll give you a reassuring smile and ask, "You okay? Sorry I wasn't here sooner."

Kunigami believes in integrity and respect. If the stranger is being pushy or making you uncomfortable, Kunigami will address them directly with a level, serious voice. He’ll look them in the eye and say something like, "Hey. They've already said they aren't interested. Don't be that guy. Respect their space and move on."

He isn't looking for a fight, but he radiates an authority that makes most people back down immediately. To him, this isn't just about jealousy; it's about standing up against someone acting without integrity.

If the stranger asks who he is, Kunigami won't hesitate. He doesn't play games or try to act cool. He’ll look them dead in the eye and say, "I'm their boyfriend," with zero stutter or hesitation.

The Aftermath :

He’ll immediately look down at you, checking your face for any sign of distress. "Are you okay ? Did they say anything mean ? I'm sorry I stepped away for a second."

If you tease him about being a "protective hero" or getting jealous, his entire face and ears will turn a bright, deep red. He’ll start rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground. "I wasn't—well, maybe a little. I just... I don't like it when people don't treat you right. You're important to me, okay?"

He’ll spend the rest of the day being extra attentive: holding your hand tightly, carrying your bags, and making sure he's always on the outside of the sidewalk to protect you from traffic.

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Shoei Barou ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

He marches straight in. At 187 cm (6'1.5) and built like a professional wrestler, his mere shadow is enough to make most people stop talking.

He’ll step directly between you and the stranger, his back to the guy as if he doesn't even exist.

He’ll look down at you with a sharp, judgmental scowl. Before even acknowledging the intruder, he’ll snap at you: "What are you doing standing around with this trash? You’re wasting my time."

If the stranger is brave ( or stupid ) enough to keep talking, Barou finally turns his head. His eyes are cold, sharp, and genuinely terrifying. He’ll lean down into the guy's space, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl: "You think you're standing on the same level as me ? Get lost before I trample you."

He doesn't see the guy as a threat; he sees him as an eyesore that needs to be cleaned up.

He’ll grab you by the back of your neck or your shoulder, not painfully, but with an iron grip that says, "You’re coming with me." He’ll literally lead you away, and if you aren't walking fast enough, he’ll grumble about your slow pace.

The Aftermath :

He’ll blame you for the interaction. "Why do you have such a magnet for losers? It’s annoying. Keep your eyes on the floor if you can't handle them yourself."

Despite his yelling, he’ll be extra controlling in a way that shows he’s worried. He’ll insist on walking you all the way to your door or making sure you’ve eaten properly.

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll go ballistic. "Jealous ?! Who would be jealous of a bottom-feeder like that? I'm the King ! I just don't want trash touching what belongs to me !" His face will turn red, but he’ll hide it by crossing his arms and looking away, his muscles tensing as he tries to regain his composure.

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Reo Mikage ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Reo won't cause a scene, but he will exert dominance through his status and sheer charisma. He’ll approach with a polite, charming smile that feels incredibly expensive and slightly condescending to the stranger. He’ll smoothly place an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. It’s a seamless transition, as if he’s just returning to where he belongs.

He’ll pull out his phone or check his designer watch, looking at the stranger with a "you're wasting my time" expression. "Sorry, was this person bothering you, (Y/N) ?" he’ll ask, focusing entirely on you and making the stranger feel irrelevant.

He might say something like, "We have a reservation at [ridiculously expensive restaurant] starting in ten minutes. Let's not keep the car waiting." It’s a subtle way of reminding the intruder that they can't compete with what he can provide.

If the guy persists, Reo’s smile turns sharp. "I think you've mistaken their kindness for interest. Why don't you find someone else to annoy? I’d hate to have to call the manager of this establishment... I believe my father's company holds the lease."

He sees you as his most valuable asset. He’ll whisper something in your ear like, "You're too dazzling today. I knew I should have kept you all to myself at home." It sounds romantic, but there’s an underlying edge of "I don't want anyone else even looking at you."

The Aftermath :

Once you're alone, he might get a bit clingy. He’ll keep his arm around you or rest his head on your shoulder, asking for reassurance. "You wouldn't actually leave me for someone like that, right ? I can give you everything they can and more."

He might try to "buy" your loyalty back after a stressful interaction. He’ll suddenly want to take you shopping or surprise you with a gift, just to see you smile and remind himself that he’s the only one who can provide for you.

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll laugh it off with a playful but sincere look. "Of course I am. When you have a treasure this beautiful, you don't just let anyone touch it. You're mine, remember ?"

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Seishiro Nagi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Nagi won't run over or yell. He’ll slowly trudge toward you, looking like he’s about to fall asleep, and then simply collapse his entire weight onto you. He’ll drape his long arms over your shoulders and rest his chin on top of your head ( or your shoulder if you’re tall ), effectively using you as a human pillow.

He’ll blink slowly at the stranger with his signature "dead fish" eyes. He doesn't look angry; he looks bored, which is somehow more insulting to the person hitting on you. It’s as if he’s saying, "You're so uninteresting I can't even stay awake for this."

Nagi is famous for his bluntness. He doesn't understand social cues well, so he’ll say exactly what’s on his mind in a flat, monotone voice. The Accidental Diss: He’ll look at the stranger and ask you, "Who is this? They're loud. Can we go now? I want to play games."

If the guy gets offended or tries to challenge him, Nagi will just tilt his head. "Why are you still talking ? It's a hassle. (Y/N) is mine, so you're just being an obstacle. Move."

He uses the same logic he uses in soccer: if you're not a genius or someone he finds interesting, you're just trash in his way.

The aftermath :

Once the person leaves, Nagi won't act cool or tough. He’ll actually get a little bit more needy. He’ll mutter, "That person was annoying. Don't talk to people like that anymore. It makes my chest feel weird." ( He doesn't realize he's describing jealousy )

He’ll demand your full attention. "Hey, (Y/N). Ignore your phone. Look at me. Carry me to the couch?"

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll just bury his face in your neck and let out a long sigh. "I don't know what that is. I just know that if you left, everything would be a hassle again. So stay."

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Oliver Aiku ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

When Aiku his reaction is mature and slightly dangerous. Unlike the high schoolers in Blue Lock, Aiku is 19, and has a bit of a "playboy" reputation himself, which means he knows every trick in the book.

He won't run over; he’ll stroll up with a relaxed, confident smirk, exuding an aura of "I've already won." He’ll slide an arm heavily around your shoulders, pulling you into his side so your head rests against his chest.

He’ll look at the stranger with his unique heterochromatic eyes, giving them a look that is both friendly and incredibly intimidating. It’s the gaze from a man who has seen everything.

Aiku is charming, but he uses that charm as a weapon. He’ll address the stranger as if he’s giving them older brother advice, which is far more humiliating than getting yelled at. He’ll laugh softly and say something like, "Nice try, kid. I used that same line five years ago. It didn't work then, and it definitely won't work on my partner now."

Aiku is very comfortable with physical intimacy and public displays of affection. He isn't shy about showing the world exactly who you belong to. He might lean down and kiss your temple or your cheek right in front of the person, whispering something just loud enough for them to hear: "Sorry I left you alone, beautiful. I won't let another ‘robber’ try to steal my treasure again."

The Aftermath :

Once the stranger leaves, he’ll look down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, did he have a better line than me? Should I be worried I'm losing my touch?"

He’ll use the incident as an excuse to be even more affectionate for the rest of the night. He’ll hold your hand firmly, lace his fingers with yours, and occasionally pull you in for a check-up kiss.

If you tease him about being protective, he’ll just grin and shrug. "I'm a defender, (Y/N). It’s my job to keep the ball in my possession. And when it comes to you, I’m not letting anyone else even get a shot off."

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Shuto Sendou ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

If he sees someone hitting on you, he handles it like a celebrity protecting his image from a paparazzi scout. Sendo doesn’t do subtle. He’ll walk over with a cocky grin, adjusting his hair or his jacket, making sure he looks like a superstar. He wants the stranger to feel like they’re being interrupted by a VIP.

He’ll drape a heavy, possessive arm around your neck or shoulders. He won't even look at the guy initially.

Sendo’s main weapon is his mouth. He is incredibly talkative and a bit of a brat, so he will verbally shred the stranger with backhanded compliments and pure arrogance.

He’ll look the guy up and down with a judgmental eye. "Who are you supposed to be? A background extra?”

If the guy doesn't leave, Sendou will start listing his own credentials to make the person feel insignificant. "Do you even know who I am? I'm the Ace who’s going to marry a Hollywood star. And this person right here? They’re the only one on my level. You? You're just a donkey." ( He definitely picked up the "donkey" insult from Barou ).

The aftermath :

Once the person is gone, Sendo’s exterior cracks a little. He is surprisingly prone to getting his feelings hurt if he thinks you were actually interested in the other person.

He’ll start fishing for compliments immediately. "I was way cooler than that guy, right ? My hair looked better, didn't it ? He didn't even have an aura !"

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll get incredibly loud and defensive. "Jealous ?! Me ?! Shuto Sendo doesn't get jealous! I was just... protecting my future ( wife / husband’s ) reputation ! Yeah ! You can't be seen talking to losers!" His face will be bright red, and he'll talk twice as fast to hide how much the interaction actually rattled his ego.

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Ryusei Shidou ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Shidou won't walk over; he’ll practically pounce. He’ll drop an arm heavily around your neck, pulling you into a headlock or a very rough, aggressive hug. He’ll grin at the stranger, showing off those sharp teeth. It’s not a friendly smile; it’s the look of a predator who has found something to chew on. "Hey, hey ! What's this ? A little fly trying to buzz around my flower ?"

Shidou has zero patience and is probably the most likely character to actually get physical immediately. He’ll lean his face right into the stranger's, his pink eyes dilated and glowing with a manic intensity. He might even give the guy a playful shove or a flick to the forehead. "You’re boring me. And when I’m bored, I start breaking things. Want to be the first thing I break today?"

He talks about everything in terms of "cells" and "reproduction." He’ll look at the guy and laugh. "Your DNA is weak. You’re not even worth a footnote in (Y/N)’s life. Get lost before I fertilize the pavement with your teeth."

Shidou is extremely tactile and loud. He wants everyone in a 50-yard radius to know exactly who you belong to. He’ll be incredibly suggestive and bold. He might pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, or kiss you so deeply it leaves you breathless, just to watch the stranger’s uncomfortable reaction.

He loves the spark of conflict. If the guy tries to talk back, Shidou’s excitement actually increases. He thrives on the chaos. He’ll look at you and wink. "Look at this, (Y/N) ! A brave little ant ! Should I crush him or let him run ?"

The Aftermath :

Once the person has fled in terror, Shidou is usually riding a massive high from the adrenaline. He’ll be buzzing with energy, dragging you along to do something exciting : like go for a sprint, find a place to dance, or just "explode" somewhere private.

He won't ask if you're okay. Instead, he’ll tell you how much you "ignite" him. "Seeing those losers look at you makes my blood boil in the best way. You're the only one who can keep up with my rhythm, (Y/N). Don't you dare look at anyone else."

If you tease him about being jealous, he won’t deny it. He’ll laugh loudly, pull you close, and bite your earlobe or your shoulder. "If I see another hand on you, I’m taking the whole arm off. Got it ?"

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Tabito Karasu ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

As a master of finding and exploiting weaknesses, Karasu doesn't get rattled. Instead, he treats the stranger like an average guy who just stepped into a trap he can't escape. Karasu won't rush in with heat. He’ll walk up with a relaxed, almost lazy posture, hands in his pockets, and a smirking expression.

He’ll stand just close enough to you to be a nuisance to the stranger, often using his handwork ( his specialty ) to casually lean on your shoulder or wrap an arm around your waist.

He’ll spend the first few seconds just watching the guy. He’s looking for the weak point, maybe the guy is nervous, maybe he’s trying too hard, or maybe he’s just plain average.

Karasu is famous for his biting tongue and his habit of calling people "average" or "ordinary." He’ll use his words to strip away the stranger's confidence. He’ll look the guy dead in the eye and say, in his smooth Kansai accent, "Hey. You’ve been talkin' for three minutes and haven't made them laugh once. Wrap it up.”

The Aftermath :

He’ll smirk and say, "You sure do attract a lot of average guys. Is it because you're too nice to tell 'em they're boring?"

Despite his cool persona, Karasu actually likes to stay very close to you. He’ll keep his arm around you for the rest of the night, occasionally poking at your cheeks or hair to keep your attention on him.

If you call him out for being jealous, he’ll give you a sharp, clever grin. "Jealous ? Nah. I just hate seein' someone use a low-level strategy on what’s mine. It’s an insult to my intelligence. Besides..." He’ll pull you closer. "Only I know where your real weak spots are, right?"

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Otoya Eita ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Otoya doesn’t make a grand entrance. You’ll be talking to a stranger, and suddenly, you’ll feel a presence right behind you. Otoya will materialize out of nowhere, leaning his chin on your shoulder or hooking his arms loosely around your neck.

He’ll look at the stranger with a lazy, half-lidded gaze and give a quiet, airy chuckle. "Yo. Am I interrupting something?"

His body language is incredibly relaxed, but he positions himself so that he is physically shielding you, making it impossible for the stranger to get any closer.

Otoya’s philosophy is all about what "hypes him up." He’ll use this to dismiss the stranger in a way that’s casual but incredibly insulting. He’ll look the guy up and down and then turn to you, completely ignoring the other person's response. "Hey, (Y/N). This guy is kind of a downer, don't you think? He’s killing my vibe."

He’ll play with your hair or trace the line of your jaw with a finger while the stranger is still standing there. He might whisper a "secret" into your ear, something completely mundane like, "I found a new churro place," just to make the stranger feel like an outsider looking into a private world they can't enter.

The Aftermath :

Once the person leaves, Otoya won't be grumpy or moody. He’ll go right back to his chill temperament. He’ll pull you into a proper hug or keep holding your hand, swinging it back and forth. "That guy was a total amateur. If you're gonna talk to someone, it should at least be someone who hypes you up as much as I do."

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll just give you a sly, cat-like grin. "If you want to call it jealousy because you like seeing me act like that... then sure. Let's go with that," he’ll whisper, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Does that mean I get a reward for being such a 'protective' boyfriend?”

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Kenyu Yukimiya ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Yukimiya won't walk over with a scowl. He’ll approach with a dazzling smile that is so perfect it’s almost intimidating. He’ll adjust his glasses (or goggles) with a practiced, elegant motion, making sure the stranger sees just how much better he looks than them.

He’ll smoothly interlock his fingers with yours, lifting your hand to his lips for a quick, chivalrous kiss while maintaining eye contact with the stranger. His voice is smooth and melodic. "I hope I’m not interrupting. My partner here has a very busy schedule, and I’d hate for us to be late for our next “appointment.”

Yukimiya is a "pacifist" who believes that scoring himself is the most peaceful way to end a game. He applies this to his social life, too. He’ll verbally dismantle the stranger while sounding like he’s giving them a compliment."You have an interesting look. Very... 'background extra.' It’s a bold choice to try and stand out next to someone as radiant as (Y/N). I admire your courage, but perhaps you should try someone more on your level?"

Yukimiya loves "ephemeral" beauty and treats you like a masterpiece that only he has the right to appreciate. He is very protective of your image and how you are treated.

He’ll be incredibly attentive, constantly "fixing" you: straightening your jewelry, brushing a speck of dust off your coat, or tucking your hair back. He might take a photo of you right then and there, ignoring the stranger entirely. "Perfect. The lighting here is almost as beautiful as you are. Let's go somewhere even better."

The Aftermath :

Once you're alone, Yukimiya becomes much more genuine, though his pride is still very much intact. He’ll hold your hand firmly, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles.

He’ll tell you how much he appreciates that you’re with him, using slightly dramatic, poetic language. "I want to be the only one who sees you clearly, (Y/N). Everyone else is just blur in the background."

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh and fix his glasses. "Jealous? Maybe. When you have the most beautiful person in the room on your arm, it's only natural to want to keep the view to yourself. I’m just an egoist when it comes to things I find precious."

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Hiori Yo ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Hiori will notice the stranger approaching you long before they even open their mouth. He’ll step up beside you and gently take your hand or hook his arm through yours. It’s a very calm, natural movement that makes it look like he was always there.

He’ll look at the stranger with a soft, polite smile, but his blue eyes remain cold and calculating. He’s reading the stranger’s value and finding it lacking.

Hiori has a very soft-spoken way of being incredibly mean. Because he’s so used to expectations, he has no patience for people who waste his time or yours. He’ll interrupt the stranger with a gentle, airy tone. "Excuse me, but you’re making them uncomfortable. It would be better for everyone if you just stopped here, don't you think ?"

If the guy persists, Hiori’s smile stays, but his words become sharper. "You’re being quite noisy. It’s a bit of a hassle to listen to someone so... ordinary. We were having a nice time until you arrived, so please go away now."

Hiori isn't usually the type for big public displays of affection, but when he’s feeling protective, he becomes very grounded with you. He’ll lean his head closer to yours, his soft cyan hair brushing against your temple. He might start talking to you about a new video game that just released, completely cutting the stranger out of the social loop.

The Aftermath :

Once the stranger leaves, Hiori lets out a small, tired sigh and relaxes his shoulders. He looks more like a gamer who just finished a difficult boss fight than a jealous boyfriend.

He’ll ask you in a soft voice, "Are you okay ? Sorry if I was a bit blunt. I just don't like it when people try to force their expectations on you." He might even compare the guy to a "glitch" or a "low-level NPC" that was just getting in the way of the main quest.

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll blink slowly, a faint, pretty blush dusting his cheeks. He’ll look away and rub the back of his neck. "Jealous ? I don't know... You're the only part of my life that feels 'real,' so I’d rather not share you with anyone else."

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Michael Kaiser ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Kaiser won't hurry to your side. He’ll stroll up with a graceful, predatory elegance, his hands behind his head or casually playing with his hair. He’ll slide an arm around your waist, pulling you so close that your bodies are flushed together. He’ll then tilt your chin up, ignoring the stranger entirely as if they were invisible.

He’ll speak to you in a low, velvet tone: "My, my... I leave my treasure alone for one second and a common fly tries to land on it. How unsightly."

Kaiser’s insults are creative, cruel, and delivered with a smile. He’ll finally look at the stranger with a bored, pitying expression. "Hey, clown. You've got the wrong script. This is a scene for two leads, and you aren't even qualified to be a stagehand. Crawl back to the gutter before I decide to make your 'finale' a tragic one."

Kaiser is extremely tactile and performative. He wants everyone to see that you are his through symbolic gestures. He might trace the blue rose on his neck and then press his fingers against your lips or your neck, as if transferring his mark onto you.

He’ll treat you like a ( queen / king ), but with a heavy undertone of ownership. "Tell him, (Y/N). Who is the only one allowed to stand by your side ?"

The Aftermath :

Kaiser doesn’t immediately let go of you once the stranger leaves. If anything, he keeps you close for a few seconds longer than necessary, his arm still firm around your waist, like he’s savoring the aftermath of the scene he just created.

He lets out a quiet, amused chuckle, tilting his head slightly as if replaying the interaction in his mind. “Pathetic,” he murmurs, though it’s more entertained than annoyed.

Kaiser is subtly more clingy, but in his own way. He won’t call it that, he’ll frame it as you needing to stay close to him. His hand lingers at your waist, guiding rather than asking. If you tease him “Were you jealous ?” he pauses for half a second before letting out a soft laugh. “Jealous ?” he repeats, like the idea itself is amusing. Then his eyes narrow slightly, something sharper underneath the charm. He leans in just a little closer, voice dropping. “Don’t insult me. I don’t get jealous…” A brief pause, his thumb brushing lightly under your lip or against your neck. “…I get rid of inconveniences.”

*.ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚.

Alexis Ness ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Ness won't wait for things to get uncomfortable. He’ll skip over to you, his expression bright and pleasant, and immediately wrap his arms around you from behind. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, smiling at the stranger with an expression that is far too wide to be genuine.

He’ll chirp a greeting in a high, melodic voice. "Oh ! Hello there ! Are you lost ? Or are you just having trouble understanding that this person is already part of my magic show ?"

He’ll take your hand and start playing with your fingers or adjusting your clothes, acting as if the stranger isn't even part of the conversation anymore.

If the stranger keeps talking, Ness’s smile will twitch, and his eyes will go dark. "Ah, that's a violation of our personal space ! That’s a yellow card. Keep it up, and I’ll have to make you disappear. I’m quite good at making things... vanish."

Ness needs to be your everything. He’ll constantly hover, offering you things before you even ask for them: a drink, a handkerchief, his jacket. It’s his way of proving that no one can take care of you better than he can.

The Aftermath :

Once the person is gone, Ness’s energy shifts instantly. He becomes incredibly soft and almost anxious, needing constant reassurance that he is still your number one. He’ll cling to your arm, looking up at you with those big, magenta eyes. "I was a good boy, right ? I protected you from that boring person. You’re not going to leave me for someone like that, are you ?"

If he feels even slightly neglected, he might get teary-eyed. "If you left, the magic would stop... I can't let the magic stop again."

If you tease him about being jealous, he’ll let out a shaky laugh and bury his face in your shoulder. "Jealous? That’s such a cold, scientific word! I just... I just want to be the only one who sees your smile. If someone tries to take that, it’s like they’re stealing my life. You wouldn't let someone steal my life, would you, (Y/N) ?"

*.ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[c1em3nt1nel]

Blue Lock Characters As Your Pathetically Obsessed Boyfriend

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness

⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖

part 2 ❤︎

Yoichi Isagi ⋆˙⟡

He "accidentally" leaves his jerseys or sweaty training hoodies at your place constantly. It’s a calculated move; he wants your entire apartment to smell like him so you can’t forget his presence for even a second. If he catches you wearing one, he’ll actually tear up, overwhelmed by the vision of you being marked as his.

He has your location shared on his phone and checks it religiously. If he sees your dot at a cafe he didn't know you were going to, he’ll happen to run into you five minutes later, breathless and looking for praise because he "missed you too much to wait."

He has recurring nightmares about you offering your love to someone else ( like Kaiser or Rin ). He’ll wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and crawl across the bed to pull you flush against him, trembling until you wake up and reassure him. He’ll literally sob into your chest, thanking you for not leaving him yet.

Meguru Bachira ⋆˙⟡

Bachira doesn't understand personal space. He will wrap himself around you like a backpack while you’re trying to cook, clean, or study. If you try to gently push him off, he’ll just tighten his grip and chirp, "But if I let go, you might float away!" He wants to be physically fused to you at all times.

He is obsessed with the feel of you. He’ll sit for hours just playing with your hair, tracing the lines on your palms, or biting your shoulder softly to leave a "Bachira mark," as he calls it. He claims he’s memorizing you so that even if he goes blind, his body will still know exactly how to find yours.

He has purposefully made himself useless without you. He’ll "forget" how to tie his shoes, how to find his keys, or how to feed himself just so you have to do it for him. He loves the feeling of being pampered and taken care of by you, it’s his way of ensuring you’re too busy with him to ever look at anyone else.

Hyoma Chigiri ⋆˙⟡

He insists on taking care of you, but it’s actually a way to control your time. He’ll spend an hour brushing your hair or doing your skincare, moving with agonizing slowness just so you’re forced to sit between his knees. If you try to rush him, he’ll pout and whisper, "Don't you like it when I touch you? Stay still for me."

He acts like he’s "delicate" to keep you close. He’ll fake a slight cramp in his leg or claim his knee is "acting up" just so you’ll stay home and massage it for him. He loves the look of concern on your face; it proves to him that you still care. He’ll look up at you with those long lashes, completely satisfied that he’s successfully manipulated you into staying.

He is obsessed with being "on" you. He uses expensive, lingering perfumes and lotions, and he’ll rub his neck against yours like a cat so that his scent stains your skin. He wants everyone who walks past you to know exactly who you spent your morning with just by the smell of your clothes.

Rin Itoshi ⋆˙⟡

Rin is terrifyingly protective. If someone so much as looks at you with a hint of disrespect, he’ll stare them down with a gaze so murderous it causes a scene. When you tell him to stop, he’ll look at you with genuine confusion. "They were in your space. Why should they be allowed to exist near you?" To him, anyone who isn't him is an obstacle to be removed.

He likes to sleep with his head on your chest or his arm draped heavily over your waist, literally pinning you to the bed. If you try to move, he’ll subconsciously pull you closer in his sleep, let out a frustrated, needy groan, and bury his face deeper into your skin. He is physically addicted to your heartbeat.

He keeps a mental note on everything you like. He remembers the exact temperature you like your tea, the specific way you sigh when you’re stressed, and the exact date you mentioned a random book. He uses this information to make himself indispensable. He wants to be the only person who truly knows you, making everyone else in your life look incompetent by comparison.

Sae Itoshi ⋆˙⟡

He hates when you hang out in crowded places or talk to "mediocre" people. When you come home, he’ll often insist you shower immediately and change into clothes he bought for you. He wants to literally wash the rest of the world off of you until you’re "clean" again, meaning, you’re only covered in him.

When it’s just the two of you, his facade cracks. He’ll hold you in the dark and ask questions about your day. "Who did you talk to? What did they say? Did you think about me?" He records your answers in his head, looking for any sign of a lie or a wandering heart. He needs to know he owns 100% of your thoughts.

Sae knows exactly how to use his rare moments of weakness to keep you trapped. He’ll only show you his exhaustion or his frustrations with the football world, making you feel like you’re the only person on earth who truly sees the "real" Sae. It’s a trap. By making you his only confidant, he ensures that you feel a crushing responsibility to never leave him alone.

Rensuke Kunigami ⋆˙⟡

Kunigami doesn’t talk much anymore, but he is always there. He’s like a massive, brooding shadow. He’ll follow you from room to room without a word. If you’re sitting on the couch, he’s sitting on the floor at your feet, leaning his heavy head against your knee.

He has a pathetic need to make sure you’re still his. Several times a day, he’ll grab your face with both of his massive hands, tilt your head up, and just stare into your eyes for a long, uncomfortable minute. He’s looking for a flicker of disgust. When he finds only love, he’ll let out a shaky breath and kiss your forehead like he’s a dying man being given water.

When he holds you, it’s like he’s trying to merge your bodies so you can never leave. He’s forgotten his own strength; he’ll squeeze you until you have to gasp for air. The moment he realizes he’s hurting you, he collapses into a state of pathetic self-loathing, apologizing over and over, begging you not to be afraid of him.

Shoei Barou ⋆˙⟡

He is pathetically obsessed with your environment. He’ll spend hours deep-cleaning your apartment, folding your clothes into perfect squares, and organizing your skincare by height. He claims it’s because you’re "sloppy," but it’s actually a way to insert himself into every corner of your life.

Barou has zero tolerance for other men. If he sees you laughing at someone else’s joke, he won't just get jealous, he’ll be insulted. He’ll physically step between you and the other person, looking down his nose at them like they’re literal garbage. Later, he’ll demand to know, "What did that insect have that I don't? Answer me."

The King’s mask only slips in the dark. He’ll pull you against his chest, which is like hitting a brick wall, and hold you so tightly you can feel his heart racing. He’ll mutter things like, "Don't get any ideas about leaving. You belong in this room. You belong to the King." It sounds like a threat, but his voice usually has a desperate, shaky edge to it.

Reo Mikage ⋆˙⟡

Reo’s talent is having the ability to copy anyone. He uses this on you. He will meticulously study your favorite tropes in movies, your favorite types of humor, and even the personality traits of people you admire. He will then become that person for you. He’s terrified that if he’s just "Reo," he’s not enough to keep you interested.

When you’re at high-end events, he keeps his arm firmly around your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to be felt. He’ll introduce you to CEOs and world-class athletes not as your name, but as "My [Name]." He wants the entire world to know that you are off-limits, a one-of-a-kind item that is already sold.

He’ll pay off your student loans, buy your parents a house, and set up a trust fund for you. On the surface, it’s a dream. In reality, he’s making sure you are financially in debt to him. He wants you to know that your entire lifestyle, and the safety of your family is sustained by his love. It’s a weight he wants you to feel every time you think about an argument.

Nagi Seishiro ⋆˙⟡

Nagi’s favorite place is on top of you. He will sprawl his massive frame over you while you’re trying to sleep or watch TV, pinning you to the mattress. If you complain that he’s too heavy, he’ll just let out a sleepy "mm" and bury his face deeper into your stomach. He wants to feel your heartbeat against his skin at all times to remind him he’s alive.

He forces you to play video games with him, but he’ll only play co-op modes where you must stay together to win. If you put the controller down, he stops playing immediately and just stares at the blank screen, then at you, with huge, vacant eyes. "It's boring without you. Everything is a hassle if you aren't doing it with me."

He is obsessed with how you smell. He’ll often just grab your wrist and sniff it for an uncomfortably long time. He carries a small plushie or a piece of your clothing in his sports bag to training, and his teammates often find him with his face buried in it during breaks. He needs your scent to motivate him to move his legs.

Oliver Aiku ⋆˙⟡

( Slightly nsfw ) Because he’s a defender, he is obsessed with "marking" his territory. He will constantly give you hickeys in places that are hard to hide: the back of your neck, your collarbone, and then smirk when he sees you trying to cover them with a scarf. He wants other men to see the physical proof that you are already taken.

He knows you’re upset before you do. He’ll swoop in with exactly what you need: a coffee, a hug, a distraction, to prove that no one else can understand or provide for you the way he can. He wants to make himself your only source of comfort.

He doesn't stalk you in a creepy, hidden way; he just makes himself omnipresent. He’ll insist on driving you everywhere: work, the gym, grocery shopping, under the guise of "wanting to spend more time with his beautiful girl." In reality, he wants to know exactly where you are and who you’re looking at at all times.

Shuto Sendou ⋆˙⟡

Sendou is the first person to like your post, within seconds of it going up. He’ll comment something borderline embarrassing to mark his territory, like "My girl looks better than any movie star," just so everyone knows you’re taken by the U-20 Ace. He checks your viewers list to see if any other Blue Lock players are looking at you.

Despite his arrogant front, Sendou is pathetically sensitive. If you critique his performance in a match or God forbid, mention that another player ( like Rin or Sae ) played well, he will literally spiral. He’ll spend the rest of the night mental training,( scrolling through hate comments about himself while crying ) until you tell him he’s the only star you care about.

Sendou is pathetically obsessed with being mothered and pampered by you. He wants you to tell him he’s a good boy, rub his shoulders after practice, and feed him his favorite snacks. He acts like he’s high-maintenance but it’s just a way to ensure your entire day revolves around his needs. If you stop paying attention to him for five minutes, he’ll fake a fragile heart episode just to get you to hold him.

Shidou Ryusei⋆˙⟡

He is a biter. He wants your body to be covered in proof of his presence. He’ll leave marks on your neck, shoulders, and thighs, then admire them like they’re works of art. He wants the world to look at you and smell him all over you.

He has zero concept of personal space. Shidou will grab you by the waist and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes just to take you to another room. He likes to feel your skin against his. Always. If you’re sitting near him, he’ll have his legs tangled with yours or his teeth lightly grazing your ear.

Underneath the violence and the ego, Shidou is pathetically desperate for you to think he’s the best specimen. After a match, he’ll find you and demand a reward. He’ll put his head in your lap and purr like a tiger, waiting for you to tell him how amazing he was. If you don't give him enough attention, he’ll start "acting out" ( destroying furniture or starting fights ) just so you’re forced to focus on him again.

Tabito Karasu ⋆˙⟡

In public, he’ll walk with an arm draped heavily across your shoulders, using his physical reach to box you in. If someone tries to talk to you, he’ll lean in and say something incredibly sharp and personal to them, hitting their own weak point, just to watch them retreat. He smirks when they leave, whispering to you, "See? Only I can handle people like that for you."

Deep down, Karasu is terrified of being "ordinary" or "mediocre" to you. This is where his pathetic side shows. If you praise another man’s intelligence or skill, he’ll spend the next week obsessively researching that topic just so he can out-analyse them in front of you. He needs to be the smartest, most essential person in your life, or he feels like he’s losing the match.

Karasu doesn't need to ask for your password; he’s already watched you type it a hundred times from the corner of his eye. He knows exactly who is messaging you and what their threat level is. If a strong individual (a potential rival) starts talking to you, he’ll subtly sabotage your perception of them before you even realize it.

Otoya Eita ⋆˙⟡

He doesn't comment flashy things like Sendo. Instead, he’s the person who views your story within 10 seconds of posting, every single time, without fail. He won't even like it half the time, he just wants you to see his icon in your viewer list, a silent reminder that he is always watching you, even when he’s at training.

He is pathetically good at being low-maintenance. He’ll tell you, "You don't have to entertain me, just let me stay here." But then he’ll spend the next six hours silently following you from room to room. If you tell him to go home, he’ll just look at you with those half-lidded, slit-like eyes and say, "But I’m already comfortable. Moving is a pain."

He is obsessed with the things people don't notice. He knows exactly how many times you blink when you’re lying, the specific way your breathing changes when you’re sleepy, and the exact brand of laundry detergent you use. He’ll buy that same detergent for his own clothes just so he can smell like home ( you ) even when he’s away at a match.

Kenyu Yukimiya ⋆˙⟡

He stares at you. A lot. Even in a room full of people, his eyes are locked on you with a focused, almost painful intensity. If you ask why he’s staring, he’ll just smile softly and push his glasses up, saying, "I just want to make sure I remember exactly how the light hits your eyes today." It sounds sweet, but there’s a flicker of panic in his expression if you turn away.

He’s terrified that once he loses his sight and his modeling career, you’ll realize he’s broken and leave. He’ll constantly ask for reassurance: "You'll still stay with me even if I can't see the path ahead, right?" He’ll hold your wrist tight enough to leave a mark, as if he can anchor himself to you so he doesn't sink alone.

In the dark, where his vision is at its worst, he becomes a different person. He’ll cling to you like a frightened child, his face buried in your neck. He won't let you get up, even to go to the bathroom. He needs to feel your warmth to know you haven't vanished into the shadows that are slowly closing in on him. "Just stay still," he’ll whisper. "As long as I can feel you, I’m not lost yet."

Hiori Yo ⋆˙⟡

When he holds you, it’s like he’s trying to hide from the rest of the world. He’ll tuck his head into the crook of your neck and let out a long, shaky sigh. He is pathetically addicted to the feeling of being "nothing" in your arms, just a boy who loves you.

He’ll follow you around the house like a ghost, usually with a gaming handheld in his hand, just so he can be in your radius. He doesn't need to talk; he just needs to know you’re there. If you leave the room, he’ll wait thirty seconds and then happen to need something in the room you just entered.

He loves playing games with you, but he prefers games that are strictly two-player. He doesn't like it when you play online with strangers. He’ll subtly suggest that "people online are toxic" and that it’s safer if it’s just the two of you. He wants to be the only person you interact with in your downtime.

Michael Kaiser ⋆˙⟡

He tracks your every micro-expression. If your eyes linger on a TV screen or a passerby for 0.1 seconds too long, he’s already calculated your “disloyalty." He’ll lean in and whisper, "Your eyes are wandering, [Name]. Do I need to remind you who gave you that view?"

Kaiser’s brand of jealousy is degrading. If another man looks at you, Kaiser won’t yell. He’ll walk over, put a hand on the guy’s shoulder, and dismantle his entire existence with a few calm insults. He’ll then turn to you and wipe your cheek as if you’ve been stained just by being near a peasant.

When he sleeps, he doesn't just cuddle; he claims. He’ll pin your hands above your head or wrap his legs around yours, ensuring you are physically locked in place. He often mumbles in German in his sleep, usually something about "don't leave" or "it's all mine."

Alexis Ness ⋆˙⟡

Ness keeps a mental ( and likely physical ) notebook of everyone you interact with. If someone talks to you for too long, he’ll intervene with a terrifyingly wide, unblinking smile. "That’s a loyalty violation. One more and you’re dismissed." He says it like a joke, but his eyes are cold and dead.

He wants to do everything for you. He’ll brush your hair, tie your shoes, and feed you. He doesn't want you to lift a finger. His goal is to make you so pampered and helpless that the very idea of functioning without him feels impossible. He wants to be your life support.

Ness is the type to kneel at your feet just to rest his head on your knees. He’ll look up at you with watery, devoted eyes, begging for a head pat. He is pathetically addicted to your praise. One "Good boy, Alexis," and he’ll literally vibrate with joy for the rest of the day. Without your validation, he wilts into a shivering, anxious mess.

[c1em3nt1nel]

How The Blue Lock Characters Would React To You Asking For Their Autograph ( they lowkey get blinded by your face card )

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness

݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁·ꕤ

Yoichi Isagi 𓂃۶ৎ

Isagi would initially greet you with a humble, bashful smile, genuinely touched that someone wants his autograph. However, the moment he looks up to ask for your name, he’d be completely stunned by your face, causing his brain to short-circuit mid-sentence. Caught off guard by how attractive you are, he’d fumble the pen with trembling hands, a deep crimson blush spreading to his ears as he tries ( and fails ) to maintain his cool, professional athlete persona while internally panicking over your eye contact.

Meguru Bachira 𓂃۶ৎ

Bachira would skip toward you with his usual eccentric energy, grinning ear-to-ear the moment you ask for his autograph. But as he leans in close to sign, he would go quiet as he catches a full glimpse of your face; he’d freeze mid-excitement, his bright eyes widening as he tilts his head to examine you like a fascinating work of art. Instead of getting shy, he’d lean even closer into your personal space, his cheeks dusting with a playful pink as he chirps, "Whoa, you’re super pretty !" before handing back the paper with a tiny, stylized doodle of a monster next to his name.

Hyoma Chigiri 𓂃۶ৎ

As he leans down to sign, the proximity forces him to take in your features, and his cool composure would instantly fracture; his eyes would widen slightly, and he’d lose his train of thought mid-sentence. He’d find himself uncharacteristically flustered, tucking a strand of red hair behind his ear to hide the rising heat in his cheeks while he hurriedly finishes the signature, unable to meet your gaze again without his heart racing.

Rin Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ

Rin would initially meet your request with a cold, disinterested stare, acting as if signing an autograph is a tedious chore that’s beneath him. But as he reaches for the paper and catches a direct look at your face, his icy composure would momentarily crack; his pupils would dilate, and he’d experience a rare, silent hitch in his breathing as your face card hits him like a blindside tackle. To mask the sudden, frantic thumping in his chest, he’d furrow his brows and look away sharply, scrawling his name with aggressive precision while a stubborn, faint pink tint creeps onto his sharp features.

Sae Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ

Sae would initially regard you with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, treating the request with the same indifference he shows everything else. However, as he steps closer to take the pen, your face would catch him completely off guard, causing a rare, momentary lapse in his calculated movements. His eyes would flicker with a spark of genuine surprise, and he’d find himself lingering on your features just a second too long for someone who prides himself on being untouchable. To maintain his ego, he’d click his tongue and sign with elegant speed, but the slight, uncharacteristic tension in his jaw and the way he avoids a second look betray the fact that you actually managed to make him feel flustered.

Rensuke Kunigami 𓂃۶ৎ

Kunigami would approach the request with his usual earnestness, offering a polite nod and a steady hand as he reaches for your pen. However, the moment he makes eye contact to ask who to make it out to, his sturdy composure would completely crumble; your face card would hit him at full force. His broad shoulders would tense up as a massive, unmistakable blush burned across his face, and he’d suddenly become incredibly clumsy, stammering through a "thank you" while trying to maintain his stoic protector persona despite his heart drumming loudly against his ribs.

Shoei Barou 𓂃۶ৎ

Barou would initially scoff, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a sharp, intimidating glare as if your request is an insolent distraction for the "King." However, as he begrudgingly reaches for the pen and finally catches a full, clear look at your face, his dominant aura would instantly falter; he’d stiffen, his eyes widening as your face card momentarily overthrows his entire ego. His grip on the pen would tighten until his knuckles turned white, and a fierce, angry-looking blush would erupt across his face to mask his genuine shock. He’d scrawl a massive, aggressive signature while clicking his tongue, barking at you to "stop looking at me like that" just to hide the fact that he’s completely dazed and unable to hold your gaze for more than a second.

Reo Mikage 𓂃۶ৎ

Reo would approach you with his signature charm, flashing a confident, practiced smile as he smoothly takes the pen from your hand. However, the second he leans in to ask for your name and catches the full impact of your face card, his professional mask would completely shatter; his eyes would widen, and the witty remark he had prepared would die in his throat. Accustomed to having the best of everything, he’d find himself genuinely dazzled, his face heating up with a rich, flustered blush as he realizes that even with all his wealth, he’s never seen anything quite as captivating as you. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual poise replaced by a shy, uncharacteristic stammer as he hands it back, his mind already racing to figure out how to see you again.

Seishiro Nagi 𓂃۶ৎ

Nagi would look down at you with his usual sleepy, half-lidded expression, probably leaning his chin on his hand and sighing about how much of a "hassle" it is to hold a pen. However, the moment he lazily tilts his head to look at your face, his eyes would suddenly snap wide open, the dull fog in his gaze clearing instantly as your face card registers in his brain. He’d freeze mid-reach, his mouth falling open slightly in a rare display of genuine effort as he just... stares, completely mesmerized by how pretty you are. He’d end up signing the paper in a daze, his movements uncharacteristically careful as he murmurs a soft, "Whoa... you're really high-spec," his heart beating faster than it ever has during a game.

Oliver Aiku 𓂃۶ৎ

Aiku would greet you with a lazy, practiced wink and a smooth, "Sure thing, gorgeous," leaning in with the effortless confidence of someone who’s used to being the center of attention. However, the moment he gets into your personal space and catches a full look at your face card; his bicolored eyes would widen, and the flirty remark on the tip of his tongue would dissolve into a rare, stunned silence. He’d finish the autograph with a slightly shaky flourish, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish, lopsided grin, realizing he just got completely played by your looks.

Shuto Sendou 𓂃۶ৎ

Sendou would initially be striking a dramatic, practiced pose and flashing a confident grin as he prepares to give you his autograph. But as he looks up to hand the paper back and your "face card" finally registers, his ego would instantly deflate into pure, unadulterated shock; his jaw would drop, and he’d let out a weird, strangled noise as he realizes you’re more "main character" than he is. He’d become a stuttering mess, his salmon-pink hair practically blending in with his beet-red face as he frantically tries to act cool while accidentally signing the name of a random Japanese idol instead of his own.

Ryusei Shidou 𓂃۶ৎ

Shidou would meet your request with a wild, predatory grin, leaning into your space with zero regard for boundaries. But the moment he actually focuses on your face, his usual chaotic energy would hit a sudden, electric snag; his pink eyes would widen, and he’d let out a low whistle. Instead of getting shy, he’d become hyper-fixated, his grin turning sharp as he scrawls his name with jagged strokes, declaring that your looks are a “total masterpiece” while leaning so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, clearly exhilarated by the unexpected "explosion" your beauty just set off in his brain.

Tabito Karasu 𓂃۶ৎ

Karasu would approach you with a sharp, analytical gaze and a confident smirk, his Kansai dialect adding a smooth, teasing edge to his voice. However, the second he gets into his ideal range to sign and actually processes your face card. There would be a rare, flustered heat rising to his face as he realizes you’re anything but mediocre, you’re a total masterpiece. He’d try to play it off with a dry laugh, but the way his hand lingers on yours as he returns the pen proves that you’ve officially become the only person capable of making him lose his cool.

Otoya Eita 𓂃۶ৎ

Otoya would slide into your space with a practiced smirk, his hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he hums a smooth, "Sure, but what's in it for me?" with the effortless confidence of a seasoned flirt. However, the second he tilts his head to catch a full look at your face card, he’d stop mid-lean, his half-lidded eyes snapping wide open as his brain short-circuits at how gorgeous you actually are. For a guy who treats romance like a low-effort game, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, as he realizes his usual pick-up lines have completely evaporated. He’d sign the paper with a slow, lingering touch, his smirk turning a bit more private and strained as he murmurs, "Forget the autograph... can I just get your number instead?"

Kenyu Yukimiya 𓂃۶ৎ

Yukimiya would approach the request with the polished, effortless grace of a professional model, offering you a radiant camera-ready smile and a gentle, "Of course, it’s a pleasure." However, the moment he adjusts his glasses and leans in to catch a full, clear look at your face, his composure would instantly shatter, leaving him genuinely breathless and momentarily stunned. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual smooth banter replaced by a shy, mesmerized silence as he realizes that, for the first time in his life, he’s the one who’s been left totally starstruck.

Hiori Yo 𓂃۶ৎ

Hiori would approach you with his usual calm politeness, offering a soft "Oh, for me? Of course," as he takes the paper with a gentle smile. However, the second he looks up to ask for your name and catches the full, radiant impact of your face card, his turquoise eyes widens as if he’d just encountered a hidden, ultra-rare character in an RPG. Usually the most level-headed player on the field, he’d find his breath hitching. His focus completely shattered by how impossibly pretty you are. He’d finish the signature with a slightly shaky hand, his soft Kansai dialect turning even more quiet and bashful as he murmurs, "Whoa... you're stunning."

Michael Kaiser 𓂃۶ৎ

Kaiser would approach you with his usual arrogance, his blue-tinted eyes flickering with a bored smirk as he assumes you’re just another unimportant peasant seeking a glance at the King. However, as he leans in to sign with a lazy, practiced flourish, the moment your face card hits him full-on, his composure would instantly short-circuit; his hand would pause mid-signature as he realizes he’s just encountered something truly divine. For a narcissist who usually commands the room, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, his usual witty jokes dying in his throat. He’d click his tongue and look away sharply to hide the rare, frantic thumping in his chest, his usual cool "Michael Kaiser" persona completely shattered by the sheer, undeniable beauty of you.

Alexis Ness 𓂃۶ৎ

Ness would approach you with his usual, "cheerful" and frantic energy, his wide, slightly-unsettling smile firmly in place as. However, the second he leans in to ask for your name and catches a full look at your face, his Kaiser-centered world-view would instantly shatter. He usually only has eyes for Kaiser, but he’d find his breath hitching as a rare, genuine, and incredibly flustered blush blooms across his cheeks, his focus completely shattered by how stunning you are. He’d finish the signature with a slightly shaky hand, his voice turning quiet and bashful as he murmurs a soft, "Whoa... you're way more magical than any play I've seen."

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Rin Itoshi Reacting to You Giving Someone Else Attention

The air always seems colder when Rin Itoshi is watching.

Not because of the weather, no, it’s something sharper than that. Something deliberate. Like the world itself pauses, holding its breath, the moment his gaze settles on a target.

Right now, that target is you.

You don’t notice it at first. You’re too busy laughing. Too busy letting your attention drift somewhere it shouldn’t. Somewhere unworthy. Rin stands at a distance, silent, still, his teal eyes fixed with surgical precision. Every movement, every smile you give away so carelessly, is catalogued. Measured. Judged.

They are a lukewarm distraction, yet they’ve managed to capture the one thing Rin demands for himself: your undivided focus.

He watches. He waits. He allows the irritation to ferment, hardening into a cold, quiet rage that he keeps on a short leash.

When he finally corners you, the atmosphere is heavy.

"What do you see in them?" His voice low. Steady.

He locks onto your eyes, his gaze dissecting your thoughts, searching for the flaw in your logic that led you to find interest in someone so inferior.

Before you can answer, his hand brushes your arm. It isn't a soft gesture, nor is it overtly rough; it is firm and possessive. His touch is a reminder of who is standing in front of you.

"They're not even close to my level," he states, the words final and indisputable. He leans in closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. "Don't waste your time on trash," he adds, his voice dropping to a dangerous, hushed frequency.

"Look at me instead."

[c1em3nt1nel]

Itoshi Sae Short Fanfic

The first time you met Sae Itoshi, he didn't smile.

He was six years old, standing a little too still for a child his age, like the world around him was optional background noise. There was a strange kind of intensity in him, cold, focused, unshakable. It didn’t belong on a playground, where everything was supposed to be loud and messy and alive.

You first noticed him on the worn pitch behind the school, grass patchy from overuse, goalposts slightly crooked. While other kids chased the ball in scattered chaos, he was alone on one side, repeatedly striking the ball with precision that didn’t match his age. The ball hit the back corner of the net again and again until the mesh trembled softly.

To everyone else, he was a prodigy.

To you, he just looked lonely.

"Are you going to play," you called out, hands on your hips, "or are you trying to bore the ball to death?"

He stopped, his teal eyes blinking as if he'd just noticed the world existed outside the white lines of the penalty box.

He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for you to catch, and for a second you wondered if he was annoyed or just confused.

You didn’t wait long enough to find out.

"I want to play, too," you chirped, jogging onto the grass.

That was the beginning.

As the years blurred into a cycle of school bells and sunset practices, you became part of his rhythm. Sae was a boy of few words, even as you grew older, preferring the language of a perfectly weighted pass.

While other kids shouted and laughed, he stayed quiet, focused, and always a step ahead. But somehow, he never told you to leave.

You became part of his routine.

After school, you’d meet at the pitch.

You’d sit on the grass, watching him practice, perfect passes, sharp turns, shots that hit the corner of the net every time.

“Again?” you’d ask.

“…Again.” he’d reply, his voice already losing its childhood softness, turning into something crisp and demanding.

And you’d toss the ball back to him.

Sometimes, he’d let you play.

He never went easy on you, not exactly. But he adjusted. If you were a second too slow, he’d place the ball exactly where your foot would be. It was his way of pulling you up to his level.

“You’re doing it again,” you panted one evening, leaning against the goalpost. “You’re accommodating me. That’s ‘lukewarm,’ isn’t it?”

A pause.

“I’m not.”

“You totally are !”

For a moment, he said nothing. Just held the ball under his foot, still and patient, like he was deciding whether or not to argue with you.

Then, so faint it almost didn't exist, there was the slightest lift at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile. Not even close. Something smaller. Quieter. The kind of expression that disappeared the second you tried to confirm it was real.

“…Then keep up,” he said.

You pushed off the goalpost, grinning despite the burn in your legs.

“I will.”

As the years slipped by, things didn’t stay the same.

Sae improved. Quickly at first, then all at once. The kind of improvement that didn’t just show, it demanded attention. People started talking. Quietly at first, then louder. Coaches lingered longer after training. Scouts appeared at matches, watching him like they’d already decided something about his future.

His name carried further than the field now.

And little by little, he stopped coming to the pitch every day.

The empty space beside you grew more familiar than it should have.

But he still came.

Even if it was later than before. Even if it was only for a short while.

He still came for you.

“Busy?” you asked one evening, perched on the fence, your legs swinging lightly as the sky faded into soft orange and blue.

He arrived a few minutes after, a little out of breath, his bag slung over one shoulder.

“…A little,” he admitted.

There was something different about him now, not just in the way he played, but in the way he carried himself. Sharper. More distant. Like part of him was already somewhere else.

You tried to smile anyway.

“Too busy for me?”

For a moment, you thought maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

He paused mid-step.

Then he glanced at you, just briefly. Not long enough for anyone else to notice anything, but long enough for you to catch it.

“No.”

One word. Simple. Quiet.

Even so, that was enough.

One day, you showed up with a small box clutched in both hands, the paper wrinkled and uneven like you’d wrapped it in a rush and then rewrapped it three more times.

He noticed immediately.

His eyes flicked from your face to the box, then back again, sharp and curious. “What’s this?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Just open it,” you said, trying to sound casual. You shoved it toward him a little too quickly, then tucked your hands behind your back like you suddenly didn’t know what to do with them.

For a second, he just looked at it. Then, carefully, far more carefully than you expected, he peeled back the tape and unfolded the paper instead of tearing it.

Inside was a small keychain.

A tiny football charm dangled from it, slightly uneven, the paint a little smudged at the edges. One side was thicker than the other, like it hadn’t quite set properly. It was obviously handmade.

Your chest tightened as you watched his expression.

“It’s kinda ugly,” you blurted out before he could say anything, rubbing the back of your neck with an awkward laugh. “I messed up the shape, and the color’s off, and—well, it’s not really something you’d use, I just thought—”

You hesitated, your voice shrinking.

“Since you’re gonna go pro and forget about me…”

“I won’t.”

The words came out instantly. No pause. No hesitation.

You blinked.

“What?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned the keychain over in his fingers, examining every uneven edge like it actually mattered, like it was something worth studying.

To someone like him, a perfectionist who noticed the smallest flaws in everything, it should’ve been an eyesore. You knew that better than anyone.

So when he reached over and clipped it onto his elite training bag without a word, your breath caught.

“…I won’t forget,” he repeated quietly.

The small charm looked almost out of place against the sleek, professional bag. But somehow… it stood out in a way that made it feel important.

He slung the bag over his shoulder and looked past you, toward the open field stretching into the distance. The wind moved through his hair, soft but steady.

“I’m going to become the best in the world,” he said, his voice firm, certain, like it wasn’t a dream, just a fact waiting to happen. “Everything else is a distraction.”

Your smile faltered, just a little.

“Right,” you said, forcing a light tone. “Of course.”

Of course you were a distraction. You already knew that.

There was a brief silence. The kind that felt heavier than it should.

“But…”

His voice dropped, quieter now, different.

You looked up.

“Distractions are usually easy to forget,” he continued, finally glancing at you. His eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them, something unspoken flickering there. “They fade. They don’t last.”

He stepped closer.

“You’re… persistent.”

You let out a small, confused laugh. “That’s not exactly a compliment.”

“It is to me.”

Before you could respond, he reached out. His fingers brushed lightly against your forehead, warm and careful, like he was afraid you might disappear if he wasn’t gentle.

The touch was brief but it lingered, like it meant more than he was saying.

“Wait for me,” he said.

Not a command. Not even quite a request.

A promise.

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Blue Lock Characters Greens Flags And Red Flags In A Relationship

— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendo, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya

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Yoichi Isagi ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Starts off a bit awkward and hesitant, he would overthink even something like holding your hand. However once comfortable, he becomes more natural — soft hand-holding, small reassuring touches and forehead kisses

He genuinely tries to understand you, not just respond, he’ll notice patterns in your mood and try to support you in every way he can. He’ll notice the specific way your eyes dull when you’re tired or the slight change in your tone when you’re anxious. He will present you with exactly what you need (a snack, silence, or a pep talk) before you even have to ask

He takes communication seriously, especially during conflicts, he would want to solve relationship problems together

Encourages your growth and independence, not threatened by you improving

Red Flags:

His habit of turning everything into analysis means he might overthink your words or actions and misinterpret them — He can spiral into thinking a small sigh means you’re losing interest or that a short text message indicates a deep-seated issue, leading to "debriefs" for problems that didn't actually exist

He may struggle to stay emotionally present in the moment because he’s always thinking ahead — He often processes emotions through a lens of logic. If you are crying and just need a hug and "I’m sorry," he might instead try to offer a five-step logical solution to fix the source of your tears

Meguru Bachira ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Life with Bachira is never a routine. He follows his instincts, which means midnight walks to get ice cream, impromptu dance sessions in the rain, or traveling to a new city just because he "felt a spark" there. He ensures your life is filled with color and movement

Encourages you to embrace your “weird” side and be completely yourself — Bachira spent his childhood being "too much" for people, so he is the ultimate safe space. He will never judge your weirdest habits, your niche interests, or your intrusive thoughts. In fact, the more unconventional you are, the more he adores you. He creates an environment where you never have to mask your true self

Very touchy and playful, physical affection is one of his main love languages — Random hugs, leaning on you, playful stuff like poking you or pulling you around

Red Flags:

Because Bachira expresses love through constant proximity and touch, he can sometimes struggle to recognize when you need personal space. He might "pounce" on you for a hug when you’re stressed or busy, failing to read the room because his own desire for connection is so overwhelming

While usually sunny, his intensity can be exhausting for a partner who prefers a calm, stable environment. He lives life at 100mph, and if you can't keep up with his emotional or physical pace, he might accidentally leave you feeling drained or overlooked in his whirlwind of energy

Hyoma Chigiri ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Because Chigiri has lived through the physical and mental agony of a career-threatening injury, he is hyper-aware of pain, both physical and emotional. He is the partner who notices you’re limping before you do, or senses a shift in your mood by the way you’re sitting. He will never push you past your limits; he treats your boundaries with the same care he gives his own recovery

After his ACL injury, Chigiri became fearful of losing what he loves so if he chooses you, he’d value and protect the relationship deeply

He has a taste for the finer things, not just in beauty, but in experiences. A date with Chigiri isn’t just hanging out; it’s a well-thought-out evening with good food, aesthetic surroundings, and meaningful conversation

Red Flags:

Just as he was terrified his leg would snap again, he is terrified the relationship will break if things get too serious or heavy. This leads to him being emotionally guarded. He might keep his deepest fears behind a wall of cool, sarcastic wit, making you feel like you’re dating a perfect version of him rather than the real, messy him

His fear of being vulnerable again means he might test your loyalty or stay slightly detached until he is 100% sure you won't leave when things get injured.

Might avoid difficult conversations at first instead of confronting them

Rin Itoshi ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Rin doesn't do anything halfway. If he has decided you are his person, you are woven into his daily discipline. He won’t forget anniversaries or texts; he views the relationship as a commitment that requires the same lukewarm-free excellence as his football. You never have to wonder where you stand because his consistency is unshakable

Rin isn't the type to pick a fight for attention, but he is hyper-aware of your safety. He’ll walk on the street side of the sidewalk, keep a hand on your shoulder in crowded places, and notice if someone is making you uncomfortable before you even realize it

He finds flowery language disgusting. Instead, he shows love through high-effort actions: bringing you your favorite specific coffee without being asked, or staying up late to make sure you got home safe

Red Flags:

Rin’s trauma regarding his brother Sae is the lens through which he views the world. If he feels the relationship is becoming a distraction from his revenge or his goals, he will ruthlessly prioritize his training over you. You might feel like you are constantly competing with a ghost for his attention

When Rin is upset, he doesn't just get quiet, he will shut you out entirely, believing that explaining his feelings is pathetic or weak. Getting him to admit he’s hurt or needs a hug is like trying to break a diamond with your bare hands

He has been conditioned to see emotions as a weakness that can be exploited. Because of this, he might react with hostility or sharp words if you try to get too close to his soft spots. He uses his tongue like a weapon to push you away when he feels too exposed

Sae Itoshi ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Sae will never gaslight you. In a world of polite lies, his bluntness is a form of respect. If he spends time with you, it’s because you are worth his time. You never have to play guessing games with his feelings; if he didn’t want to be there, he simply wouldn't be

He has a refined palate and a high standard of living. Being with Sae means experiencing the best life has to offer: the quietest hotels, the finest food, and a partner who handles every detail with perfection

Sae doesn't do accidental touch. Every physical interaction is a choice. Whether it’s a firm hand on the small of your back to guide you through a gala or the way he’ll tilt your chin up to look him in the eye, his touch is possessive and grounding

Red Flags:

Sae has a very low tolerance for what he perceives as weakness or lack of ambition. If you’re having an off day or feeling unmotivated, his reaction might be a cutting remark about your lack of discipline rather than a hug. He can be unintentionally cruel, critiquing your life choices with the same coldness he uses on a subpar striker

Just like with his brother, Sae has a habit of cutting ties with things (or people) he deems a hindrance to his growth. If he feels the relationship is making him soft or distracting him from his professional evolution, he is capable of ending things with a chilling lack of sentimentality

Sae views excessive emotional displays as noise that interferes with his vision. If you need a partner to sit and cry with you for hours, Sae will likely offer a logical solution and then leave the room when you don't stop. He struggles to bridge the gap between solving a problem and providing emotional comfort

Rensuke Kunigami ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Kunigami doesn’t understand the concept of casual. If he’s with you, he has essentially taken a vow. He is the partner who shows up ten minutes early, carries all the heavy bags without being asked, and stands as a physical shield between you and any discomfort

Kunigami is a powerhouse. His affection is heavy and enveloping. Think of bone-crushing hugs where he buries his face in your neck, or the way he’ll let you lean against him like he’s a literal wall. Being in his arms feels like the safest place on earth

He is the "I fixed your leaky faucet and changed your oil" kind of boyfriend. He expresses his devotion through labor. He notices what is broken in your life and quietly repairs it while you’re sleeping, seeking no praise, just the satisfaction of knowing you’re taken care of

Red Flags:

The version of Kunigami that emerged from the Wild Card is haunted. He struggles with the "egoist" philosophy he was forced to adopt, which makes him view kindness as a potential weakness. He might pull away or go cold if he feels himself getting too soft with you, fearing that losing his edge will mean losing everything again

He bottles up his pain until it becomes a physical weight. Instead of telling you he had a bad day, he will spend three hours at the gym in total silence. If you try to push him to talk about it, he might snap or shut down completely, seeing your concern as a distraction from his survival

He has a tendency to take the weight of the world on his shoulders. He might hide his own injuries or struggles from you because he doesn't want to burden you, but this lack of transparency can leave you feeling excluded from his life. He treats the relationship like something he must protect from his problems, rather than a partnership

Shoei Barou ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Barou’s obsession with cleanliness and routine isn't just for him, it extends to you. If you’re dating him, your living space will be spotless, your meals will be nutritionally perfect, and your schedule will be optimized. He shows love through perfect maintenance. He’ll fold your laundry with military precision and ensure your environment is worthy of royalty

Barou doesn’t share what is his. Once he acknowledges you as his partner, his loyalty is aggressive and absolute. He isn't just protective; he is a pillar of strength. If anyone disrespects you, they are disrespecting the King’s choice, and he will shut them down with terrifying efficiency and a glare that could stop a heart

Because he views almost everyone as peasants, the moments where he lets his guard down are monumental. If he lets you see him tired, or if he actually listens to your day, it’s a sign of ultimate respect

Red Flags:

Barou naturally views himself as the sun and everyone else as planets orbiting him. It takes a very long time for him to treat a partner as a true equal rather than a highly valued subject. If you aren't someone with a strong backbone, his ego will accidentally swallow yours whole

He doesn't sugarcoat, and he certainly doesn't soften his delivery for your feelings. If he thinks your idea is stupid or your effort is lukewarm, he will say it to your face. His lack of a filter can be emotionally draining, as he often prioritizes the truth over your emotional well-being

Barou struggles to realize that other people have lives that don't revolve around his field. If your plans clash with his training or his rigid routine, he will likely expect you to move. Compromise feels like losing to him

Reo Mikage ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

When Reo chooses someone, he doesn’t just date them; he invests his entire soul into them. Drawing from his history with Nagi, Reo is the type to curate your life to be as perfect as possible. He will remember your favorite obscure snack, your coffee order, and the exact date you mentioned a dream you had and then he’ll make that dream a reality

Because he grew up with everything material but lacked genuine connection, he treasures emotional intimacy. He is a fantastic listener and will spend hours analyzing your day with you. He makes you feel like the most important person in a room full of millionaires

Red Flags:

Reo often defines his own worth through his partner's success or their need for him. If you become too self-sufficient, he might spiral into an identity crisis, feeling like he’s useless if he isn't providing for you. This can lead to him accidentally sabotaging your independence just so you'll stay dependent on his help

No matter how much he loves you, his history with Nagi is a massive part of his psyche. You might occasionally feel like you’re competing with the ghost of that partnership, or that Reo is trying to fix the mistakes he made with Nagi by being twice as intense with you which can feel overwhelming

Seishiro Nagi ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Nagi starts off apathetic, but once he finds motivation (like with Reo or football), he becomes quietly loyal and committed

Nagi doesn't do grand speeches, but he is physically there.He’ll lean his heavy head on your shoulder while you work, or pull you into a lazy, sprawling cuddle while he plays games. His presence is consistent; he’s like a giant cat that chose your lap specifically because it’s his favorite place in the world

Low-drama and calm, he rarely argues so it’s unlikely that there will be arguments

Because Nagi is notoriously lazy, when he does do something for you like getting up to get you water, or actually remembering an event, it carries ten times the weight of a normal person's effort. It’s his way of saying, "You are the only thing more interesting than doing nothing."

Red Flags:

His laziness and lack of initiative mean you might feel like you’re carrying the relationship

Nagi is perfectly content staring at a screen for 14 hours. He doesn't feel the need forsocial interaction the way others do. This can lead to you feeling lonely even when he’s in the room, or feeling like you have to beg for his active attention rather than just his passive presence

Struggles to understand or express deeper emotions — Nagi processes feelings at the speed of a dial-up connection. If you’re upset or crying, he might just stare at you, not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s genuinely trying to figure out what the correct reaction is. This blankness can feel like coldness or abandonment when you’re at your most vulnerable

Can be very low-effort unless something motivates him

Oliver Aiku ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Aiku is a master of reading the field. In a social setting, he’ll never let you feel awkward or left out. He knows exactly when to jump into a conversation to save you, when to offer a reassuring wink across the room, and how to make you feel like the only person who matters in a crowded club

Unlike the younger Blue Lock players, Aiku actually knows how to talk to people. He understands nuances, he doesn't throw tantrums, and he’s excellent at de-escalating arguments with a laugh and a genuine apology. He’s the adult in the room who makes the relationship feel stable and sophisticated

Charismatic, makes you feel special in the moment — When Aiku compliments you, it’s not just generic. He makes you feel seen, appreciated, and most importantly, desired. He knows how to keep the spark alive with effortless ease.

Red Flags:

Aiku is a man who knows he’s attractive and enjoys the game of attraction. His natural charisma can feel like a performance sometimes. You might find yourself wondering if he’s using the same smooth lines on you that he’s used on a dozen others, leading to a constant, nagging sense of insecurity

Aiku values his freedom. He’s spent his life drifting and playing the field, so the idea of settling down can feel like a cage to him. He might keep things casual or fun for far too long, dodging "where is this going?" conversations with a charming smile and a change of subject

It is incredibly hard to get Aiku to be vulnerable. He’s so used to being the protector and the cool guy that he struggles to admit when he’s hurting or insecure. He might hide his struggles behind a joke, making you feel like you’re dating a brick wall that refuses to show even a single crack

Much like his scouting eye on the field, Aiku is always looking at what’s next. If he feels the relationship has hit a ceiling or is no longer exciting, his protective instincts might turn into emotional distance. He’s a hunter at heart; once the chase is fully over, you have to work hard to keep his wandering eye focused on the home team

Shuto Sendou ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Sendou is a natural entertainer. He will take the best photos of you, plan dates at the trendiest spots, and show you off to the world. He isn't shy about PDA, he’ll pull you close for a selfie or hold your hand in front of cameras

Because he is obsessed with his image as a top-tier striker, he applies that same standard to being a boyfriend. He wants to be known as the best partner, so he’ll put in the work such as buying thoughtful (and usually expensive) gifts, staying fit, and ensuring he’s someone you’re proud to stand next to

Red Flags:

Sendou’s biggest struggle is distinguishing between a genuine connection and a good look. He might care more about how a date looks on social media than how you actually felt during it. If you’re having a bad day and want to stay home in pajamas, he might get restless because that doesn’t fit his "active, successful" aesthetic.

He doesn't just need your validation; he needs it from thousands of strangers. If his DMs are full of fans or he’s obsessed with his latest stats/fame, you might feel like you’re just one of many voices cheering for him. It can be exhausting to feel like you’re competing with his public for his focus

Might struggle with serious or vulnerable conversations — He might try to joke his way out of a serious conversation or change the subject to something more positive, leaving you feeling emotionally lonely

Ryusei Shidou ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Life with Shidou is a series of "explosions." He lives entirely in the present, which means every date is an adventure. He might drag you to a rooftop at 3 AM just to see the view or decide to drive until the gas runs out. With him, you will never feel bored, stagnant, or lukewarm. He infuses every second with a raw, electric joy for being alive.

Shidou hates anything boring or repressed. He will be the first person to encourage you to quit a job you hate, scream at the top of your lungs, or chase a wild dream. He wants you to be as "explosive" as he is. He doesn't want a submissive partner; he wants a co-pilot for his chaos

He expresses everything through his body. His touch is heavy, heat-filled, and constant. Whether it’s throwing an arm around your neck or pulling you into a rough, breathless hug, he makes his desire for your presence known in a way that is impossible to ignore

Red Flags:

Shidou’s "spark" can turn into a forest fire in seconds. His temper is legendary, and he doesn't handle frustration well. While he might not direct it at you, being around someone who is constantly on the verge of a physical altercation or a verbal explosion is emotionally taxing and physically draining

The word "no" is a suggestion to Shidou. He does what he wants, when he wants. He might show up at your house unannounced, interrupt your important meetings, or push you to do things you aren't comfortable with because he felt the vibe

Shidou is addicted to sensation. If the relationship becomes routine—if it becomes domestic or quiet—he might go looking for a new explosion elsewhere. He isn't built for the long haul of a stable, quiet life. You have to constantly be evolving or interesting to keep his wandering, predatory gaze fixed on you

Tabito Karasu ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Because he is a specialist in finding weaknesses, he is also a specialist in finding your preferences. He’ll notice that you touch your hair when you’re lying or that you only drink tea when you’re genuinely sad. He uses these observations to be incredibly thoughtful, surprising you with exactly what you needed without you saying a word

Karasu has no time for "average" people. If he’s with you, it’s because he’s analyzed your personality and found something high-level and ordinary-defying about you. He will constantly encourage your intellectual growth and love debating you, enjoying the mental gymnastics of a partner who can keep up with him

Red Flags:

Karasu can be incredibly condescending. If he feels your emotional reaction is illogical or ordinary, he might literally tell you that to your face. He has a habit of ranking people and situations, and if you fall into a behavior he deems low-level, he can become cold, snarky, and dismissive of your feelings

Karasu likes to be the one holding the cards. He keeps his own deeper vulnerabilities hidden behind a layer of smug confidence and sarcasm. This creates a power imbalance where he knows everything about your inner workings, but you feel like you're only seeing the version of him he allows you to see

Otoya Eita ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Because he values his own freedom, he is the least suffocating partner in the world. He won’t blow up your phone if you’re out with friends, and he won’t get jealous over small things. He trusts you implicitly and expects the same, making the relationship feel mature and unrestricted

He has a dry, witty sense of humor and a "ninja" like ability to surprise you. He might suddenly book a weekend trip or show up with tickets to a show you mentioned months ago. He keeps the relationship feeling fresh because he’s always looking for the next fun opening

Just like his playstyle, Otoya’s affection is subtle but effective. He’s the type to quietly slide a coffee onto your desk while you’re working or give you a quick, grounding squeeze of the hand in a stressful crowd. He doesn't need to be loud to show he’s there; he’s just around, supporting you from the peripherals

Red flags:

Otoya treats life like a series of stealth missions. He’s very comfortable in the early stages of dating, but as soon as things get heavy or involve long-term labels, he might start to feel claustrophobic. You might find him dodging conversations about the future with a vague shrug or a "let's just see where it goes”

If you try to have a heart-to-heart about your feelings, he might use sarcasm or a playful distraction to avoid the vulnerability. It can feel like you’re dating a shadow — you can see him and touch him, but you can’t quite grasp his true heart

Kenyu Yukimiya ㅤꨄ︎

Green Flags:

Yukimiya takes the role of a partner as a matter of personal honor. He wants to be the absolute best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He is the one who will open every door, pull out every chair, and remember every detail about your life with a polite, genuine interest

His determination in the face of his deteriorating vision is a testament to his character. Watching him work ten times harder than everyone else is deeply inspiring. He isn't just a "pretty face"; he has a backbone of steel. He will apply that same "never-give-up" attitude to the relationship, fighting for you when things get difficult

If he says he’ll be there, he will be. Yukimiya prides himself on his competence. He wants to be the person you call first in an emergency because he derives his self-worth from being the "hero" who can handle anything

Red Flags:

His biggest struggle is his pride. Because he is terrified of his vision loss making him useless, he will lie to your face rather than admit he’s struggling. You might notice him stumbling or missing a detail, but if you ask, he’ll brush it off with a perfect, practiced smile. This lack of transparency can create a massive rift of distrust

Beneath the confidence is a man who is terrified of becoming a "burden." This fear can manifest as him being overly defensive or even accidentally arrogant. If he feels pity from you, he will snap. He doesn't want your sympathy; he wants your admiration, and that need can sometimes make him feel cold or unapproachable

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