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💔 Reo x fem!reader : "Not enough anymore" → Part I ○ Part II ○ Part III [On going]
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🕯️Hugo x gn!reader : "A light that shone more than the others" → Part I [on going]
[Collection] Never be loved again
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🏫 Chigiri x fem!MC : "(Not) Just Roommates" → Chapter 1 [On going]
✈️ Isagi x gn!reader : "I love you but I can't stay" : Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Completed]
[Collection] Little love stories
Part 1 : Reo x reader / Hugo x reader / Sendou x reader
Part 2 : Rin x reader / Sae x reader
⚓ Sendou x fem!reader : The dream of coming Home [One shot]
🖤 Nagi x fem!reader : A feeling called love [One shot]
🌹 ex!Hugo x gen!reader : The Little Prince [One shot]
🌱 Hiori x pregnant!reader : What love couldn't fix [One shot]
🎋 Five days of Chaos
Bachira, Chigiri, Hiori, Isagi, Karasu, Kiyora, Nagi, Otoya, Reo, Rin, Sendou, Shidou
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✨ Reo x Nagi : Learning too late : Chapter 1 [On going]
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🇪🇸 Boyfriend!Luna x Loki’s cousin!Reader : Home is where you are ♥ [One shot]
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Ahm sorry for the random message. but i need to explain somethin important i been trying to reach you but i cant maybe theres have a problem can you dm me I cant explain everythng here
Synopsis : Ego wants to use seasonal settings to appeal to world-class players. He asks Ana to rebuild the VR beach training environment and use VR to create 'seasons'.
Period : Summer. After the Exhibition match. Before the Neo Egoist League.
Blue Lock Daily Life #64 | Masterlist | Excerpts from the in-game PWC conversations.
4 a.m. ideas. Should I write...
1. Bllk × celebrity!reader whom they didn't recognise and where they realise the surrounding fans aren't there for them but for reader
2. Bllk × pregnant!reader giving birth to their first child
3. Both ?
Don't hesitate to suggest character in comments (I have already a few charac in mind)
I found myself looking through the blog I abandoned ten years ago and stumbled across something I wrote back then : "In my memories, the sun always shines." It feels strangely fitting now as I look back on my Hetalia hyperfixation, the RP forums and all the people I wrote fanfiction for, back then. And yet, this blog is also full of posts I'd completely forgotten about…
Looking back now, I just want to tell the teenager/young adult I used to be and maybe anyone who needs to hear it today
healing isn't linear
you can be kind and still say no
prioritizing yourself isn't selfish
the things you create for fun still have value
your fanfictions are never a waste of time if they make you happy
you don't have to be happy, productive or creative all the time
rest is "productive" too
you don't have to be ashamed of the things that helped you survive
you can choose your family
love isn't about deserving someone, you don't have to earn love
someone who keeps hurting you doesn't love you
don't let anyone dismiss your pain as "just a teenage phase"
healthy love isn't a reward for being perfect
you don't need a "serious" hobby for your creativity to matter
It's okay if your comfort place is a fandom
you don’t have to outgrow the things that make you happy
not everyone has to like you
never feel guilty for setting boundaries
everyone fails and makes mistakes, that's part of being human
if someone rejects you ? it doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, it just means you weren't meant for each other
writing fanfiction is still writing
you don't have to be "cool" to be loved
it's okay to be sad
there is nothing shameful about being a woman
you are allowed to change your mind
you are so much more than your body and sexuality
it's okay to live a life other people don't understand
you don't exist to live the life your parents imagined for you
your worth isn't measured by your grades/job/your productivity
some of the most meaningful friendships begin with a shared fandom
I hope one day you'll look back and realize you survived things you never thought you would ♥
The sun really does shine again.
And to the old me : Girl,
the moscow mule is the best cocktail 🍸
you'll come out of the closet (i'm so proud of you) 🏳️🌈
you'll get a diagnosis and treatment after nine years of wandering through the medical system 💊
you cut the toxic persons out of your life (because crying every time you see them is not normal) ✂️
you are so much stronger than you think 💪
you still read manga/manhwa and play video games 🎮
you still don't want children and it's okay 🚷
in 2016 you will meet the person who will marry you 💍
sorry not sorry but now Blue Lock is your new safe place ⚽
AND YES, YOU STILL WRITE FANFICS 🖋️
don't watch 2026 WC or you'll cry on the 14 Juillet 🏆
see you in 2035 ? by then, you should have stopped smoking...? 🚬
Since Spain won you gotta write something for Leonardo x reader 👀👀
MY HEART IS BROKEN BECAUSE WE LOST AGAINST SPAIN. AGAIN. AND ON OUR NATIONAL DAY 💔 but writing about Luna is almost comforting ❤️🩹
Thanks Anon ! Hope you'll like it 😽
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♦ Fandom : Blue Lock | Masterlist
♦ Pairing : Boyfriend!Luna x Loki’s cousin!Reader ○ Gn!reader ○ Reader is around Luna's age.
♦ Content : France-Spain rivalry, mentions of Loki, French and Spanish dialogue, fluff, suggestive, slightly possessive Luna, no beta reader (I was too impatient to post), reference to the FIFA 2026 World Cup.
♦ Synopsis : You wear France's jersey but your heart belongs to Spain's number one striker. World Cup quarter-final, France-Spain old rivalry, two countries, one heart.
♦ Words : around 1.5k
♦ Dronna's note : Sorry, my Spanish is a bit rusty and English isn’t my first language.
It wasn't just a World Cup quarter-final : it was personal.
Julien Loki against Leonardo Luna.
Your cousin against your boyfriend.
Your homeland against the country that had become your home.
At just eighteen years old, it was Julien's first World Cup whereas Leo, nine years older, had already played in several of them. You had always been close to Julien and had considered him as your little brother ever since he was born. How could you not support him in his very first World Cup ?
Before the match, Leonardo saw you wearing the French jersey with Loki's number on the back. He talked with self-confidence and arrogance :
“You're Julien's cousin but that doesn't change the fact that you're mine first. It'll be a double victory when I crush him.”
You rolled your eyes and he enjoyed your reaction.
“Everything doesn't have to be a competition, Leo.
— I can't let you support your cousin more than your boyfriend.
— But it's his first World Cup !” you protested. “We've been talking about the World Cup since we were children. It feels like it's my dream too.”
Leonardo smiled but his words were sharp :
“What a naïve dream, cariño. Are you sure you've chosen the right side ? I won't go easy on him just to spare your feelings. And going easy wouldn't change the result anyway.”
His cocky smile was unbelievably infuriating. You two agreed on almost everything but when it came to football, the rivalry between France and Spain always resurfaced. And Leonardo loved how you never backed down from challenging him. It only made him more determined to win.
“You wear this jersey but I know you'll still cheer when I score.
— Even if you score, he will win anyway.
— Keep believing,cariño,” he retorted with arrogance.
— Don't underestimate him,” you replied confidently. “He’s stronger than last time.
— Come on, don't be ridiculous. Julien is an outstanding player for his age but he's still a kid chasing childish dreams.
— Don't be rude. In my eyes, he's far more mature than you in a lot of ways.”
Your boyfriend chuckled softly at your pout and his smirk seemed to say : ‘Who's the child now ?’
He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“I'll crush your little fantasy... but I promise I'll comfort you after the match.”
He kissed you tenderly as though he was giving you a preview of the comfort he had promised.
“You don't need to wish me good luck,” he added with a grin. “My talent has nothing to do with luck.”
To him, the outcome of the match was obvious. And it was so exasperating to not see him feel threatened.
“See you after my win, mi amor.”
Sometimes, you found his confidence adorable but right now, you would never admit it.
A few hours later, the match began and you found yourself living the most intense match of your life. Spain's defense was relentless and Loki's first shot was blocked at the last second by one of the defenders.
“Oh, Juju...” you murmured, your hope already beginning to crumble.
Spain launched an immediate counterattack and moments later, the ball found the back of the French net. And damn it what a goal ! Leonardo was incredible and a wave of pride mixed with tenderness washed over you. What was wrong with celebrating a Spanish goal ? Leo certainly deserved a little victory, didn't he ? And you were convinced it would be Spain's one and only goal.
You were wrong because Leonardo scored again. He hadn't lied, he never did : he didn't give the French team a single moment to breathe.
When the final whistle blew, conflicting emotions overwhelmed you. Leo was going to the final and he deserved it. Every technical move he had made had left you speechless but quickly reality came crashing down. The French players you knew stood motionless on the field, stunned, while the Spanish team celebrated with unrestrained joy. Julien wasn't crying like some of his teammates but the frustration was written all over his face. And when you noticed a few French players breaking down in tears, your heart melted with compassion, sharing their disappointment.
The World Cup dream was over.
Later that night, you joined the VIP after-match celebration. You were happy for Spain, genuinely happy for Leonardo but a part of you was still deeply affected by France's elimination.
The moment your boyfriend spotted you in the crowd, he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug, his face glowing with joy. The second your eyes met, you knew he had never doubted himself for a single moment during the match.
“You did great, mon cœur,” you congratulated him.
Noticing your red and tearful eyes, Leonardo couldn't resist making a teasing remark in Spanish :
“¿ Lloraste de alegría cuando marqué ?” [“Did you cry tears of joy when I scored ?”]
— Ouais, bien sûr,” you replied in French. [“Yeah, of course.”]
You deliberately refused to answer in Spanish, a hint of playful spite hidden beneath your sarcasm. But you quickly composed yourself, sincerely wanting to celebrate his victory.
“Admito que, esta vez, fuiste superior,” you admitted, finally switching to Spanish. [“I admit that, this time, you were superior.”]
— I know.
— But... there'll be another time.
— And I can't wait to crush Juju's new dream.
— Don't call him 'Juju’,” you protested even if you secretly did it all the time. “He hates that.
— Let's forget about him tonight,” Leonardo whispered. “I have other plans.”
He guided you toward a private lounge. As soon as the door closed behind you, he kissed you and pinned you against it with his body pressed against yours.
You both forgot the party, the music and the distant laughter.
“There's nothing better than sharing this victory with you, mi amor.”
You smiled against his lips before kissing him back with the same mix of tenderness and passion. Your tongues met as the kiss deepened. And even though it was the umpteenth time, he still had the same effect on you. A devastating effect.
When he finally pulled away, he left soft kisses across your face : on your cheeks, your chin, your jaw, before trailing them lower along your neck.
“Dios... I feel so lucky.
— I thought you didn't need luck to win,” you teased with a smile. “Have you finally recognised your opponents' strength ?
— I wasn't talking about football. I was talking about you. I'm lucky to have you.
— I'm the lucky one.”
He claimed your lips once more, holding you a little tighter. Maybe because there was still a trace of possessiveness after seeing you support France. One of his hands slid on your hip, pulling you firmly against him.
“I'll never let you go.
— I'm not going anywhere,” you whispered between two kisses. “You're my home, Leo.”
And he knew you meant every word. Whatever country you chose, he would always be your home. Your everything. You had left your beloved homeland years ago to build a life with him in Spain. And you had never regretted that choice.
His lips crashed onto yours one more time and this time it was even more intense than before. A messy and desperate kiss. His arousal was becoming increasingly evident. His hand slid up your back beneath your clothes to caress your skin. At the same time, he pressed his leg between yours.
“Te quiero más que a nada, más que a marcar goles.” ["I love you more than anything, more than scoring goals."]
Okay, it was so Leonardo (a bit weird to bring up football right now) but it was the highest compliment he could give you.
“And there's something else I'd like to put in the back of the net,” he added playfully, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. “I need you now like I need to feel alive on the field.
— Stop talking about football...
— You love it. Knowing you come first.”
No sarcasm, no teasing this time : just pure love and desire.
“I love you,” you replied, pulling back slightly. “And... you deserve a special reward for your two goals...”
His eyes lit up with desire.
“If I'd known, I would've scored three.”
You reached behind you and locked the door. He raised an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look.
“You sure you want to do this ? We're not at home.
— Can you wait until we get home ?
— Not when you're looking at me like that.”
You gently pushed him toward the couch until he sat down. You knew perfectly well that he loved being the one in control but this time, you decided to change the usual routine. You brushed a kiss against his lips before whispering in his ear :
Leonardo Luna : Finally, a real opponent. Perfect for keeping me sharp before the final.
Julien Loki : Victory will be mine tonight.
Luna : I'll crush you without mercy.
Loki : Remind me. Who won the Champions League this year ? And the year before that ? PXG. Not Re Al.
Luna : That doesn't mean you're the best player in the world.
Loki : And who won two World Cups ? Let me guess... Oh right, not Spain.
Luna : Haha, seriously. A national team doesn't reflect the talent of a single player.
Loki : It'll be my pleasure to prove that I'm the best.
Luna : That's the spirit ! I only pray you won't be discouraged after your defeat... and that you'll challenge me again someday.
Dada Silva : Hey, guys. Wanna bet ?
Pablo Cabasos : Whoever wins between you two, I'll crush him in the final.
Adam Blake : You really think you're gonna qualify for the final ? Don't expect me to go easy on you.
A French kiss for the French National Day ♥ | Masterlist | Ao3
Whatever existed between the two of you had started in English because it was the language you both spoke.
Julien Loki was fluent. It was easy to communicate, easy to understand everything he wanted to say. Sometimes, you wondered whether he was good at everything he did. Whenever he wanted to learn something, he worked at it until he mastered it. His determination made you want to learn French. At least a few words. Sweet words.
You had done your research, and you couldn't wait to impress him. You were lying on the bed, turned onto your side to face him. When he pulled away to break the kiss, you whispered :
“Tu es meilleur.” [“You are best.”]
“I know,” he replied with a teasing smile (or was he actually being serious ?)
Then he gently corrected you :
“Tu es le meilleur.” [“You are the best.”]
He softly caressed your jaw.
“Otherwise, you'd have to say ’Tu es meilleur QUE les autres’. That's : ‘You're better than everyone else.' One means 'the best' and the other means 'better than everyone else.' Get the difference ?”
He was a patient and thoughtful teacher. You couldn't deny that.
“Tu es le meilleur. Tu es meilleur que les autres,” you repeated carefully. “Got it.”
He spoke slowly, carefully articulating every word :
“Tu es adorable quand tu parles français.”
You nodded as you caught a few familiar words.
“You're saying that I'm adorable... when I speak French ?
— Excellent,” he answered in French. (Okay, that one was easy : it was exactly the same word in English.)
He rewarded you with a quick kiss.
“Keep going,” you encouraged him. “I want to learn.”
“Tu veux apprendre ma langue ?” [“You want to learn my language ?”]
“Oui, je veux que tu utilises ta langue.” [“Yes, I want you to use your tongue.”]
Loki's eyes lit up.
“Tu veux que j'utilise ma langue ? [“You want me to use my tongue ?”]
— Please. Teach me more.”
He chuckled at your complete obliviousness. It was probably the cutest thing he had ever heard. So, without another word, he captured your lips in a proper kiss. The famous French kiss. You kissed him back immediately, although you couldn't quite understand why he had decided to kiss you right in the middle of the lesson. The kiss deepened as your tongues met and tangled together.
And it was the best French lesson of your life because he knew other creative ways to use his tongue.
♦ Fandom : Blue Lock [aged up characters] | Masterlist
♦ Pairing : Reo x Nagi
♦ Content : Slow burn ○ Friends to ? ○ little angst
♦ Synopsis : Some things seem like they'll always be there until the day they're not. Reo's engagement changes more than Nagi ever expected. As the distance between them quietly grows, feelings he can't understand begin to surface.
♦ Words : around 3.2k
♦ Dronna's note : Sorry, English is not my first language.
♦ Dedication : My little lazy genius, I wrote this story for you. Our conversations (even the silliest ones) always make me want to write, especially about ReoNagi. Those moments together make me want to keep laughing and freaking out with you, to give you the safest place in the Blue Lock fandom and to make you smile even on the bad days. I already know you'll recognize exactly which scenes from ‘Episode Nagi’ I'm thinking of. You'll listen to the same music I did while I was writing it. And I hope you'll forgive me for the little angst. Don't hate me for what you're about to read and I promise you : you won't be disappointed. ♥ 13.07.26
♦ Inspiration ↓ PWC & Episode Nagi
Chapter 1 : Things that changed
Of course, Reo's wedding would be the most sensational wedding of the year. No, of the decade.
Seishiro Nagi didn't realise immediately what this marriage really meant. He only started to understand when things began to change. And he felt naive for having believed that nothing would ever change between Reo and him.
It all started when that girl came back to Japan.
Seishiro hadn't really paid attention when Reo talked about the daughter of his father's business partner because he was focused on his phone. How could he fully concentrate on what Reo was saying when there was a special event in his favourite game ?
After that day, Reo often talked about that girl. According to him, she was kind, smart and interested in the same boring things as him, like business.
Seishiro remembered how popular his friend had been in high school so he wasn't surprised to see him making a new friend.
She was a friend, right?
Seishiro had never seen Reo with a girl, not even for a casual fling. And the possibility that his friend could date someone (a girl on top of that ?) had never crossed his mind.
Because, for Seishiro Nagi, nothing would ever change.
But Reo dating a girl meant change and Seishiro hated change. It was a pain to adapt to new situations. When Reo introduced that girl as his girlfriend, something ached in Seishiro’s chest. He didn't understand what he was feeling but he was well aware that he was feeling something.
Reo had decided to introduce his girlfriend to his best friend. It was the first time Seishiro truly realised that something had changed. Something was wrong.
“I was looking forward to meeting you. Reo talks about you all the time,” she said with a friendly smile when their eyes met for the first time.
“Huh ? Reo never talks about you,” Seishiro replied bluntly.
He didn't mean to be rude but the words escaped his lips before he could think. Reo gave him a light nudge with his elbow.
“Just admit you never listen to me,” his friend replied before giving the young woman an apologetic look. “I told you he was like that.”
She didn't seem offended and simply chuckled.
“You're exactly like Reo described you,” she added while Reo walked over to the bar. “Even back in high school he was so desperate to become your friend, and you were... well, you. Just like that.”
Seishiro frowned. What did she mean ’back in high school’ ?
“Wait. We went to the same school ?”
She shook her head. She seemed amused because of course they would remember each other if they were in the same school.
“No but Reo talked about you all the time after the day you met on the staircase.”
His heart tightened. Seishiro remembered that moment, the one that had changed his whole life, the one that had led to a rebirth, to a real life. A life beside Reo.
But she was talking about it as if it were nothing more than a trivial memory. He studied the unfamiliar girl and something dangerously close to possessiveness stirred inside him.
“Should I be jealous that he used to call you his 'treasure'?” she asked playfully.
The word sounded very different in her mouth and he wondered if she was making fun of him. He wanted to answer but Reo came back with two glasses of champagne. Startled, Seishiro made an awkward movement and the golden liquid spilled everywhere.
“Oh, let me help you,” she said, putting her glass aside before heading toward one of the bathrooms.
That girl, that pretty and charming girl, acted as though she had known Reo forever. She moved around his apartment as if she already belonged there. She knew where everything was better than Seishiro did, even though he had been there countless times before.
She came back with a towel while Reo helped him take off his jacket (for once, he had actually made an effort to dress properly). Without a word, he let them help him as though he were a child.
“Sorry,” he finally muttered.
His chest tightened as he noticed how comfortable they were together, how naturally they worked as a team. He barely paid attention to what they were saying as they all moved into the dining room, his jacket forgotten in the entrance hall.
“You still have that horrible painting ?” she asked when her eyes landed on the strange painting Reo had wanted to give Seishiro back in high school.
“Hey, I like it,” Reo replied. “And it was a gift from my parents.
— Don't expect me to let you decorate our house once we're married.”
Seishiro didn't hear them laugh because his world seemed to collapse. No, his world did collapse.
Married ?
She wasn't just some random girl. Of course she wasn't. Reo was dating her because he intended to marry her. He had never done anything half-heartedly. Everything he did was serious. Everything he did was deliberate.
Seishiro's head spun, his throat went dry and a knot formed in his stomach.
Marriage meant she would always be there. No more private moments between him and Reo. She was part of the picture now.
He sat down at the table, watching them and listening to their conversation without understanding a single word. Whenever he managed to focus, they were talking about their shared past. They had known each other since childhood but her family had moved abroad, where she had grown up. They had stayed in touch because of their families' business ties, and now… Now they were talking about marriage as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
But it wasn't. Not according to Seishiro.
Who was that girl ? Reo never talked about her (or did he ?) Did Reo talk with her when they were in high school ? Was she one of the people Reo texted after getting his phone back in Blue Lock ?
Suddenly, every memory Seishiro shared with Reo seemed darker.
She had always been there.
She had been there but he simply hadn't known it or maybe he had never paid attention whenever Reo talked about her.
Had Reo complained about him ? Had he told her that Seishiro was a pain to deal with ? (Because he knew he was.) Had Reo told her how he had felt when they were separated during the Second Selection ? Had she been the one comforting him whenever he felt lonely or abandoned by his best friend ? Had she judged Seishiro after hearing all the cruel things he had said back then ?
And now that they were in the national team, was she the first person Reo thought about after winning a match ?
Something dangerously close to pain spread through his chest but Seishiro remained silent.
After that dinner, things only got worse : she was always there. And when she wasn't physically with them, Seishiro had the impression that Reo talked about her constantly.
“What do you think of her ?” Reo asked one day when they were alone at his apartment.
“Dunno. She’s nice…?”
Reo nodded slowly but his eyes betrayed how much he had been hoping for a more elaborate answer.
“You two are good together,” Seishiro forced himself to add.
“Our parents have thought that ever since we were kids.”
But something dark flickered across Reo's eyes. The change was subtle but Seishiro knew him inside out.
Yes. Something was wrong.
Days passed, weeks passed.
Even though the wedding wasn't planned until the following year, Reo became busier and busier. At first, he had simply been busy. He always had been. But over the past few weeks, he had become so busy that even Nagi noticed it. His invitations over to his place became rarer and he never stayed after practice anymore.
His behaviour towards Seishiro hadn't changed : he was still caring, still considerate, still thoughtful. And that was painful. Painful to think he was probably the same with her.
Every time Reo looked at him with his familiar affection, with his bright and warm smile, Seishiro couldn't help wondering how Reo looked at her.
Did he smile at her the same way he smiled at him ? Did he know by heart everything she loved ? Did he anticipate all her needs ? Did he whisper sweet words to her when they were alone ?
The moment the last question crossed his mind, Seishiro froze in the middle of practice, his grey eyes fixed on Reo.
What the heck ? Why am I wondering whether he does that with her ?
He immediately looked away when Reo glanced in his direction.
“Don't slack off !” his friend shouted, louder than the coach. “I'm watching you. Don't expect me to go easy on you today !
— Yeah... Boss...”
When practice ended, Seishiro didn't wait for him and headed straight for the locker room. He sat silently on a bench, overwhelmed by exhaustion. His mind was constantly filled with questions and it was the most exhausting thing he had ever experienced.
When Reo walked into the locker room and stopped to chat with Chigiri, Seishiro glanced at them.
Don't feel like this when he talks to Chigiri.
Or anyone else here.
Only when it comes to her.
His eyes followed Reo's movements : the way he wiped the sweat from his face with his towel, the way his right hand slid to the back of his neck, the way his eyes lit up when someone made a joke (was it Hiori ? Seishiro hadn't even been paying attention), the way his lips curved into a smile.
Seishiro watched him as though he had never really looked at him before, as though he was seeing Reo in a completely new light.
His eyes stopped on Reo’s mouth.
Has he kissed her ?
The thought struck him so suddenly that it made him flinch. He looked away immediately as a strange feeling invaded him.
What is wrong with me ?
Seishiro couldn’t find an answer. He only knew one thing : thinking about Reo and that girl hurt. It was a hassle to feel something he couldn't even describe, something that had been depriving him of sleep for days.
Seishiro had always been quiet but he became quieter.
Days passed and Seishiro gradually started avoiding Reo. At first, it wasn't deliberate. Or at least not entirely conscious. He only wanted to avoid the strange feeling that washed over him every time Reo looked at him, smiled at him, or talked to him. He stopped letting Reo drive him home after practice. He came up with excuses not to see him on their days off and made sure they were never alone together at practice.
It was a real brain-teaser, an impossible and exhausting puzzle but little by little, avoiding Reo became natural.
And Reo let him drift away.
He stopped inviting him over, he stopped sending him an endless stream of messages whenever they were apart, he stopped taking care of him in the lockers, he stopped calling him his treasure.
Slowly and painfully, a real distance grew between them.
It's normal. People change. Relationships change, Seishiro thought, trying to ignore the ache in his chest.
Because it was true. Reo was changing and it had been especially obvious that day. During practice, he had been unusually inconsistent. He lacked focus and missed obvious opportunities like an amateur. Of course, even professionals had good days and bad days but this was different. It wasn't about football.
Seishiro couldn't help watching Reo whenever he got the chance and what he saw wasn't tiredness, it was sadness.
After practice, Seishiro didn't go home right away. He stayed near the entrance, watching the rain fall. Reo's driver was already waiting outside, his car parked in front of the training facility. When Reo finally walked out of the locker room, Seishiro stopped thinking. He buried every doubt and every question deep inside himself and acted on instinct. It was unusual, it was unexpected.
His hand closed around Reo's wrist, stopping him. Their eyes met. Reo's widened in surprise.
“Huh ?”
Seishiro immediately let go as if the contact had burned him.
“...You okay, Reo ?” he asked quietly.
Reo nodded and a smile appeared on his lips. A bright but fake smile. A polite one. It was worse than being rejected. It felt as though they were strangers now.
“I'm fine,” Reo replied. “I just didn't sleep well so I wasn't very sharp on the field.”
Seishiro nodded but he didn't believe him. He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he simply murmured goodbye and watched Reo walk quickly toward the car.
“Wait !” he stopped him again just as the driver opened the door.
Reo turned around. Their eyes met again but neither of them moved. They simply stood there, looking at each other from a distance in complete silence. (And the driver felt like he was in the way…)
“Can ya drive me home ?” Seishiro finally asked after a few seconds, walking toward the car. “This rain is a pain.
— Of course.”
And for the first time in ages, Reo's smile looked genuine. Seishiro slid into the seat beside him and the door closed softly behind them.
Reo took a clean towel out of his bag (of course, he always carried spare things with him) and gently placed it over Seishiro's head.
“Here. Don't catch a cold.”
The gesture was so natural after years of taking care of him, so effortlessly affectionate. Seishiro felt his heart flip.
Had Reo always been this considerate ? Of course he had but Seishiro had taken everything for granted and now he missed those simple moments. So intimate, so familiar. He missed them, especially because he had never let anyone else get that close to him.
Since Seishiro didn't move and the towel remained on his head, Reo leaned closer and started drying his hair himself.
“You're incapable of doing anything on your own, aren't you ?”
This time, warmth spread through Seishiro's chest. He realised something that suddenly felt incredibly important : he had missed Reo. He missed him.
He raised his head and their eyes met. Reo's words faded into silence as they simply looked at each other. After a long moment, Reo looked away first.
“What would you do without me ?”
Without him ?
Seishiro froze. Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out :
“Why ? You’re leaving ?”
Reo frowned slightly before letting out a quiet laugh.
“No... But we're not teenagers anymore. You should learn to take care of yourself.
— Why ?”
Seishiro leaned in slightly. This time Reo looked back at him and echoed :
“Why ?
— Yeah... Why should I take care of myself if you're not leaving ?”
Reo's eyes softened and his smile made Seishiro's heart race for reasons he couldn't understand.
“You're right... I'm not going anywhere.”
Yet somehow, the way Reo said it sounded like the exact opposite. Silence settled between them again.
“Wanna play video games tonight ?” Seishiro finally asked. “I don't have anything to eat anyway and your place is closer.”
Something flickered across Reo's face. Something Seishiro couldn't identify. Joy ? Nostalgia ? Regret ?
“Not tonight,” Reo answered softly.
He explained that he was having dinner with his girlfriend and Seishiro had to stop himself from asking him to cancel. He knew he had no right to interfere with his friend's plans.
“You're lucky,” Seishiro replied. “I'm starving and you're gonna eat some fancy food.
— I'll invite you next time. Promise.”
The word promise made Seishiro freeze.
Reo, you promised me you'd stay until the end.
Why do I have this feeling that you're going to leave me ?
“...'Kay. Next time,” he finally replied.
They barely spoke again until the car stopped in front of Seishiro's apartment building. The driver opened the door. Seishiro wanted to say something. Anything but nothing came to mind.
“Thanks,” he simply said before getting out of the car.
Reo looked as though he wanted to say something too. Instead, he only smiled.
“See you.”
Seishiro didn't turn around to watch the car drive away. He hurried up to his apartment building at an unusually quick pace. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and carelessly dropped his bag on the floor. The apartment he had bought after becoming a professional player was small and cosy. Perfect for someone as lazy as him. He walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it. He knew he still had missions to complete in his favourite mobile game but he remained completely still. Even taking off his jacket and pulling his phone out of his pocket felt like too much of a hassle. He felt strangely listless. It was as though he was too tired to even be lazy. Even gaming or sleeping felt like a hassle.
I've been acting kinda weird, he thought, remembering the ride home.
I just followed my instincts but…
He rolled onto his back, took off his jacket, and stared at the ceiling.
I wonder what Reo's eating.
Probably something really good. Something fancy.
Seishiro was hungry but getting up felt like too much effort, especially because he knew his fridge was empty. He turned his head toward the window. The rain hadn't stopped and going outside in the spring rain sounded like too much of a hassle.
Dunno why but I'm kinda feeling down... Better try to sleep…
Just as he was about to drift off, the doorbell rang. He opened one eye, blinked a few times and glanced at his phone. He wasn't expecting anyone.
Still, something close to hope warmed his chest.
Maybe Reo changed his mind.
Maybe he cancelled dinner and…
The bell rang again. In one fluid movement, Seishiro was on his feet. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. His expression remained unreadable but he was surprised to find a stranger standing there, a black bag in his hand.
“Good evening. I have a delivery for Seishiro Nagi.
— I didn't order anything.”
The delivery man explained that he worked for a luxury restaurant and that someone had paid him to deliver the food.
“We don't usually do this but... our client was very insistent.”
Of course it was Reo. Even though he wasn't there with him, he was still thinking about him. He had remembered that Seishiro was hungry.
Confused, Seishiro accepted the delivery. He reached for his wallet but of course everything had already been paid for. He thanked the delivery man and closed the door. He remained standing there for a long moment, the black bag still hanging from his hand.
Why am I avoiding him ?
He didn't do anything wrong.
He never does anything wrong.
That only made everything worse : Reo was still caring. And Seishiro felt terribly guilty.
I should be happy for him…
But he couldn't. He couldn't be happy about his relationship. He couldn't be happy about the upcoming wedding.
Eventually, he walked into the kitchen and unpacked the food. There were all kinds of dishes, each one more elaborate than the last, far too much food for one person.
Everyone wondering, if Ness is alive meanwhile Ness:
Ness living her Oshikatsu dreams, good for her!
I actually wanted to scrap this whole drawing but my best friend reassured me that the idea is too cute. So thanks @nyxn1ghts 🩷
This drawing totally pushed my limits though, i always draw on my phone and now my hands are cramping like crazy... but everything 4 my bby girl Ness 🩷 (if anyone knows a good stylus pen please hit me up. My hands will thank you xD)
