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do you need a reason to not want to lose?

[heh3tmon]

you can call it love, but i don’t think it’s true

.ᐟ requests : to be opened

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.ᐟ please do not copy, steal or translate any of my works. everything i write is my own unless stated orherwise.

[heh3tmon]

chapter 2 : nights

pairing : Keito Nakamura x f!reader, strangers to lovers

summary : Keito takes you out to dinner, which leads to a late night stroll and maybe something more.

genre : fluff, first date

author’s note : i changed f/n’s crush to ao, also big shoutout to my smarty pants for helping me out, italics = japanese

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Upon finding your best friend, you eagerly told her what had happened.

“Your face is so red,” she burst out laughing. You noticed the way her eyes gleaned with excitement, as well as the how the tips of her ears had become a bit pink, perhaps from bumping into the mystery guy previously. “go get your man!” She joked. You giggled along, still feeling a little lightheaded from earlier. You also felt a sliver of gratitude for having your best friend with you. It reminded you of your highschool days, when you two would gossip and giggle about your crushes and whatever came to mind.

“Wait, you still haven’t told me about who you bumped into.”

Suddenly F/n stopped teasing you. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she started avoiding your eyes. “Cmon, I already told you everything,” you nudged her with your shoulder. “it’s your turn now.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “but it’s nothing crazy. I was just walking around trying to find the exit when we bumped into each other. We both apologized and spoke to each other for a bit.” You could tell she was trying to play it off, but you didn’t know why.

“Right. But you said he was from the japanese team-“

“Oh, that,” she averted her eyes and smirked a little. “it was Ao Tanaka.”

It was your turn to be stunned. “Seriously?” You laughed in disbelief. Your eyes traveled across her face, trying to find any hint that would suggest that she’s lying, however there was nothing. Ao had recently became her favorite player, and not to mention, he was her type.

She shyly nodded. “Crazy, right?”

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As soon as you got to your hotel room, you began the long process of getting ready. While showering, you realized you had no idea what to wear. Out of nowhere, panic flooded your entire body and you felt a slight tremor in your hands. What if you messed up in front of Keito? What if you said something awkward?

Turning off the shower, you tried to push all those thoughts from your head. As you were drying your body with a towel, unbeknownst to you, your phone buzzed.

Keito : Hey! I’ll send a driver to pick you up at 8pm. Is that okay with you? ( 6:27 pm )

Keito : I picked out a well known restaurant nearby :) I look foward to seeing you! ( 6:29 pm )

“Yo,” your best friend called out to you, attempting to drown out your shared playlist that was currently playing. “I think your man is texting you.” You could almost hear the smirk in her voice as she said it.

“Slow down,” nervously opening the bathroom door, you peeked out at her. “I don’t even know I’m supposed to wear.” A soft sigh left your lips.

“We’ll figure that out, just check your phone.”

Upon doing so, a small grin made it’s way to your face. As your cheeks flushed, your heart suddenly picked up in speed. You turned around, hoping your best friend missed it.

“Ha! So I was right,” she turned down the volume so you could hear each other better. “What did he say?” she asked you as she made her way to you.

Showing her the messages, F/n let out a chuckle. “Damn,” she whispered. “That’s like really good.”

Typing out a quick response, the panic from earlier slowly returned. You felt overwhelmed just looking at the clothes in your suitcase. “No but, seriously, what do I wear?” you questioned.

“I mean, you bought 2 different dresses, so maybe one of them?” she asked with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She wanted to help you, knowing how nerve-wracking first dates can be.

“I guess so. I don’t have much of a choice anyway,”

“You’ll look good either way.”

“Right. Thank you!” You couldn’t help but grin at her.

After you got dressed and added the final touches your make up, you picked up your purse and walked out with F/n yelling encouraging words.

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Getting out of the car, you thanked the driver with a polite nod and a warm smile. The restaurant was huge and appeared fancy. Akin to something you and your best friend definitely couldn’t afford.

As you walked inside, you noticed people who sent stares your way. You felt out of place and became aware of all your imperfections. What you didn’t know though, was that they were staring because you were gorgeous.

Keito nervously waited for you at your reserved table. His fingers drummed against the surface as different thoughts filled his mind. When you appeared in the corner of his vision he immediately perked up. His face transformed into a wide grin and he stood up. You spotted his tall frame across the entire room. He was hard to miss. His eyes slowly took in your whole appearence before they settled on yours. Your heart started beating loudly. As you made your way to him, you felt your palms growing wet with sweat.

When you reached the table his smile widened. “Hey,” he let out slowly. “thanks for coming.”

“Hi,” you greeted him. He seemed composed and nowhere near as nervous as you.

He pulled out your chair for you and you both sat down.

“This place seems really nice. Do you come here often?” You asked as opened the menu.

“Not a lot. My teammate adores this place though.”

“Really?” you questioned, suprised. Looking the menu, you grew unsure of what to order. This was your first time in a luxurious restaurant.

“Yeah,” he laughed softly. You failed to notice his eyes traveling across your face. He couldn’t get enough of you. It reminded him of when he first saw you - and now, sitting in front you, he felt drunk on your beauty.

“Can you recommend me something? I’m not sure what to order.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Sure!” His hand reached out to point at something on your menu. While doing so, his fingers brushed yours. You smiled to yourself, thinking he wasn’t going to notice, however Keito did.

After you told the waiter your orders, you returned to the conversation. Keito felt a pang of jealousy bloom in his chest as the waiter’s eyes lingered on you.

“Was the ride here alright?” He tried his best to mask his jealousy. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin the mood.

“Yes! The driver was very sweet,” you acknowledged. “Thank you again.”

“Of course,” he grins once more. “Which university do you go to?”

“I go to Keio university!” You replied wiith a smile.

“No way,” his eyes widened in suprise. “My brother used to study there. You must be smart.”

“Yeah,” you suddenly felt shy from his praise. “It can be a bit difficult at times.”

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Keito lead you out of the restaurant with a hand placed on your lower back. The heat radiating from his palm spread through your entire body quickly.

“Thank you so much,” you looked up at him. “it was delicious.”

He hummed in response. “To be honest with you,” a small smile took over his face. “I’m really glad the ball hit you, and not someone else.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Me too.”

The mood suddenly shifted to something more sincere. “I don’t want say goodbye yet,” he admitted softly.

“Me neither.”

For a moment, a thoughtful expression showed up on his face. “You know what?” He abruptly said while shaking his head. “Let’s go.” He took your hand in his and started walking.

“Wait, where are we going?” You asked as his warm hand enclosed yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

“On a walk,” he turned to you with a smile. “Too soon to goodbye, no?” He beamed at you.

“True,” You nodded with the biggest smile. “lead the way.”

Keito grinned and squeezed your hand in response. While walking, you were able to feel the night breeze. It was cool against your face and reminded you of summer. Twisting your head to steal a quick glance at Keito, you noticed the breeze slightly ruffling his hair. The sight made your cheeks flush with a rosy pink, while your heart started beating loudly against your ribcage.

“Wanna get ice cream?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. “There’s a really good gelato place down the street.”

“I love ice cream,” you felt the corners of your mouth twitch up at the thought of a sweet treat. “my treat though.”

“Not a chance,” he cut you off quickly. “not on my watch.” Keito winked at you.

“By the way,” you chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully. “you said your teammate loves that restaurant. Who is it?”

“Oh, right,” he laughed, clearly suprised. “it’s Ao Tanaka.” He studied your face for a moment.

“Wait, seriously?” You lifted your gaze. “My best friend is a fan of him. She actually bumped into him when we were talking earlier.” You mentioned, not thinking much of it.

“So that was your friend,” he hummed in response. “Ao told me he met someone.”

As you approached ice cream stand, Keito eagerly asked you what flavor you planned on getting.

“I usually go for mango,” you responded, with him choosing strawberry.

While settling down on a nearby bench, the two of you began enjoying the cold delicacy. Suddenly, the summer breeze picked up in speed, pushing a section of your hair into your face. Before you could react, Keito reached his hand out and gently tucked your hair behind your ear. The touch was faint, as if he was scared to startle you. You closed your eyes just for a second, relishing in the warmth radiating from his touch.

“There,” he murmured, eyes moving across your face.

The action made your heart skip a beat.

Abruptly, it occured to you that you probably won’t get to see Keito again. You only had tickets for one match, and your flight back to japan was drawing near. Perhaps he could see it on your face, or maybe he wanted to make sure he did not overstep a boundary, Keito retreated his hand.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered, almost sadly. “just disappointed we probably won’t get to see each other anytime soon.”

“Why not?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m going back to Japan soon.” You explained as you let out a deep sigh. Just the thought of leaving this behind, however brief it might have been, was enough to turn down your mood.

“Already?” Keito frowned. He also didn’t like the idea of you leaving so soon.

You only nodded in response. For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. You twisted your head to look at him as the moonlight reflected off his cheeckbones. He was breathtaking and you wanted to take it all in, while you could.

Out of nowhere, Keito sat up straighter and and met your gaze. “I mean, your semester just ended,” he began. “it wouldn’t hurt to extend your stay right? I have some extra tickets laying around anyways.”

You draw in a deep breath. “I wouldn’t want to bother-“

“Please,” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. “you won’t bother anyone. I really want to see you again.” He pleads.

“A-are you sure?” You asked, uncertain.

“Yes,” He assured you. His eyes begged you to trust him. “plus I’m sure your best friend and Ao won’t mind either.”

Cracking a grin, you decided to believe him.

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Standing in front of your hotel, the two of you basked in the silence. It was already well past midnight, but neither of you wanted to leave just yet.

“It’s late,” Keito whispered as he held both of your hands in his. “you must be tired.”

You squeezed one of his hands in response. As you stood there, staring at each other, Keito shifted his gaze to your lips. He leaned his face towards yours, not close enough for your lips to touch, but just close enough that you felt his breath against your cheeks. Your breath hitched at the sudden proximity. He took your face in his hands. “Can I?”

“Please,” you let out a breath and closed your eyes in anticipation.

Keito didn’t waste any time and swiftly closed the gap separating you. The kiss was soft, as if he was worried you’d crumble. The way he kissed and treated you with such tenderness made your chest fill up with affection. When you sensed that he was about to pull away, you didn’t let him. Insteated, you place your hands on the back of his neck to ensure he wouldn’t move. Your eagerness made him smile into the kiss.

After you both pulled away to catch your breaths, you spotted how the tip of his ears turned pink.

“Thank you for today,” you rested your forehead against his. “goodnight.”

Keito flashed you his smile for the last time that night before mumbling a goodnight in response.

[heh3tmon]

cinderella

⤷“i yell your name, cinderella ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ never gonna find nobody better, all my life”

pairing : Ao Tanaka x f!reader, established relationship

in which : Your boyfriend pretends to be fine after the loss against Brazil, only to end up breaking down in the middle of the night.

genre : angst, hurt/comfort

warnings : self destructive thoughts, not proofread

author’s note : credits to my smarty pants @noodl3ke for the prompt ily 🩷, italics=japanese

You knew something was wrong when your boyfriend greeted you with a smile despite everything that had happened on the field in the last 90+ minutes. He was acting way too relaxed for someone who had just missed out on the chance to make it the next round of the World Cup. When you had attempted to gently ask him about, not wanting to upset him, he had simply brushed you off.

“Of course, I’m dissapointed,” he carried himself with a bit of self-assurence. “but I’m just glad it’s over now.” It was obvious he was putting on a facade, however it made you feel a bit naseous. Ao was the kind of boyfriend who always insisted communication between both of you. Whether you got into a fight or he could sense you were feeling stressed about something, he was quick to make sure you two could talk it out before anything would escalate.

The fact that he was pretending to be okay hurt you. You and him always had seeked each other out at times like these. Did he not trust you to help him carry the weight of his burdens at this moment? You had clearly seen him cry as the match ended and the stadium errupted into cheers from the brazilian fans all around. Your heart ached when you had to watch him lay there on the grass. You could tell how hard he was crying due to the shakiness of his shoulders, altough he tried to conceal it by covering his face with his jersey. A few of the brazilian players had comforted him. They knew better than anyone how the japanese team must be feeling. What concerned you the most was that Ao was definitely blaming himself for losing. He had done his best to defend against the opponents in the closing minutes of the match - and yet they were still able to score a goal.

When you had finally gotten a bit of peace and quiet beneath the covers of your shared duvet, you thought you may finally say something. But seeing him rest in such a serene way made you change your mind. He even cracked a joke about being so exhausted not wanting to ever participate in the World cup again due to how much his calves ached. You observed as he drifted off to sleep. Not wanting to disturb him, you promised yourself that you would speak to him in the morning.

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Ao wakes up with a cold sweat hours before the birds start chirping. At first he panics, thinking he’s late to training. Upon glancing at your relaxed form, he realizes that it’s over. He lets out a shaky breath as it all comes back to him. Dragging a hand down his face, he painfully recalls as he desperately tried to defend against Martinelli. He needs to clear his mind and calm down - but the self destructive thoughts just keep coming back.

The last thing he wants to do is wake you. His selfless Y/n. You, who had followed him across the world just to stay by his side and support him. You, who would wake in the early hours of dawn to help him get ready before his training sessions and tournaments. You, who had memorized the way he makes his coffee just so you can prepare it for him. He thinks to himself that you at least deserve to sleep as he watches your chest rise and fall with steady breaths.

Ao crashes down on the couch of your shared hotel room. The place feels strangely empty without your presence. He hates how quickly he notices, and how quickly his body begins to yearn for you. You were the only one who could make him feel better, and yet he feels guilty for even thinking of asking you to shoulder his burdens with him.

As he absentmindedly sighs, he fails to notice you standing just a few feet away.

“Ao,” you croak out tiredly. “what are you doing here?” Your eyes travel across his face in attempt to find answers. You choose to not comment on the state of his disheveled hair. He must have pulled on it in a state of panic.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he sends a dissmisive smile your way. You recognize the way he tries to make you stop worrying. “don’t worry about me, you must be tired.”

That almost makes you laugh in disbelief. He and his team had just been knocked out of the World Cup mere hours ago, and here he was telling you to not worry and trying to shift the focus on you. “Me?” You question as you make your way to him. “Why are you avoiding talking about it? I understand it must be hard for you, and I don’t want to force you if you aren’t ready, but please don’t-“ you have to cut yourself off to collect your thoughts before they start to spiral. He spots how you clench your fists, probably in order to stop the tears that have begun to form in your eyes. “I don’t want you to shut me out and blame yourself in silence. If you want to hurt yourself like that, you at least owe me the right to be by your side when you do that.” Placing your palms on his cheeks, you smile sadly as you notice the tears that start to well up in his eyes.

He snifffles softly as he locks eyes with you. “I’m sorry I shut you out,” the moonlight bounces off his cheekbones. “I just - I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You could never-“ you try to assure him, however Ao doesn’t let you finish.

“But you’ve already sacrificed so much for me and my dreams,” he lets our a hoarse whisper. The tears are now streaming down his face in an unstoppable manner. “I didn’t want to ask this of you too.”

The ache in your hearts from before worsens. “Oh, my Ao,” you don’t really know where to start. You had always loved him so deeply that choosing him and his dreams over your own felt like the only right choice. “I’ve always admired you. You constantly worry about me and how I feel, but I need you to know that I don’t regret choosing to follow you everywhere,” your thumbs brush away the tears that keep pouring from his eyes. “I would, in every universe, always choose you. No matter what. I would do it all over again.”

His eyes widened at your sincere words. He knew you were thoughtful, however you kept finding new ways to make him feel seen. “You truly are the best,” he puts his hands on your waist as you stand between his legs. “I love you. I’m so thankful I have you by my side wherever I go.” The corners of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile despite all the tears. Feeling the need to close the remaining distance between you, Ao places his head onto your stomach as his arms fully circle your waist.

“I love you, too,” you whisper as your fingers begin to thread through the strands of his hair.

[sapphirefics]

Kota Miura x Reader

-You see Kato Miura’s match for the first time and unexpectedly get closer to him >>> 

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:  You were super excited; this was your first time seeing Kato Miura's match in person. You've been a fan of him for years; the only downside was that you booked the tickets at the last minute, so you sat all the way in the back.

You finally get to the match and take your seat all the way in the back. The match started 10 minutes later. Kato's movements were amazing; he was really skilled, and he performed every punch with careful thought. It was like watching a machine. You felt delusional for even thinking this, but it felt as if he was sneaking in glances at you during the fight.

 At the end of the match, you pack up your things, you were lost in all your thoughts about the match, not realizing where you were walking, and you end up bumping into Kato.

“I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!” You said in a panicked tone

“Don't worry about it. Weren't you the girl all the way in the back?” Kato said, staring into your eyes. “Oh yeah, I kinda booked the tickets last minute, so I wasn't able to get any of the good seats.” You say with a nervous smile.

Kato grabs his gym bag and pulls out two VIP tickets. He hands them over to you with a smirk on his face, “This is for my next match. You can bring a friend along if you want.” 

You stare back at him in awe and stretch your hand out awkwardly, “Thanks…” You say in shock

“No problem, you'd better be there, I’ll be looking for you.” He winks at you as he walks out of the building into his sleek black Mercedes.

A week passed by, and it was finally the day of the match you bought along your best friend with you as your plus one. After a long drive, you take your seats at the very front in the VIP section. It was so much better; you could see the fight much clearer, it was as if you were in the ring with Kato himself. 

Kato enters the ring and gives you a quick smile before warming up quickly. The match begins, and Kato quickly takes the lead by dominating the opponent with his swift punches and dodging techniques, easily winning the match. After the match has finished, all the VIP people go to Kato's room to have one-one meet with him.

You were the last person to visit him. You walked in nervously. “You were great, and thanks for the VIP tickets. My friend really enjoyed it.” 

He sat up in his chair and slowly started walking towards you. “Did you really?” He said with a condescending tone, before you could respond, he slowly pulled you in for a kiss. He tasted amazing, his lips were rough against yours, but not in a bad way. He presses his tongue against your lips, getting a feel of the vanilla taste. You slowly open your mouth, wanting more, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth, memorizing your mouth like it was the only thing he wanted to do. :✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

author's note: tysm for reading, this is my first time writing a fic tell me if you guys want a part of this. hope yall enjoy! <3

[heh3tmon]

void

⤷ “i need you to see the point, i need you to feel alive, i need you to fill the void”

pairing : Keito Nakamura x f!reader, established relationship

in which : Your boyfriend needs you after his team loses to Brazil in the 2026 World Cup.

genre : hurt/comfort, angst

warnings : Keito lowkey breaks down, talks badly of himself, cussing

author’s note : this is pretty rushed, i apologize in advance 😣 , italics = japanese

Your heart sank as the referee blow the final whistle, officially marking the end of the match. Keito and the team hadn’t been doing bad - being able to keep up the score 1 - 1 until Martinelli had delivered a heartbreaking goal.

Now, watching all the brazilian players celebrate while the team of Japan sank to their knees in defeat, the only one on your mind was your boyfriend. Your sweet Keito, whom you had watched train endlessly day and night, was pressing a towel to his face in a futile attempt to cover up his tears. He was the kind of person to beat himself up over the smallest mistakes, which had always worried you. You felt helpless watching it all play out, knowing he must be full of regrets over what happened.

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The ride back to your shared hotel room had been silent. Your boyfriend hadn’t said much when he saw you after the match either. He had given you a quick hug and muttered something about taking a quick shower and heading back to the hotel. After he was done, he had barely looked at you, opting to only loop his fingers through yours as you walked to the car. You stayed quiet, wanting to respect his feelings, altough a small part of you wished he would say something.

You sighed softly as you watched him close the door to your hotel room. He still hasn’t said anything, quickly removing his shoes and throwing his duffel bag on the ground. His mind must have been racing.

“Keito,” you held his wrist. He looked everywhere but at you. “will you please talk to me?”

“I’m - I don’t know what to do,” his eyes focused on a random spot on the wall somewhere behind you. “I really did everything I could, and when we scored at the beginning, for a moment I thought we could maybe-“ he cuts himself off with a shake of his head.

You didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt him while he laid out his feelings in front of you.

“I just - throughout all of our matches in this World Cup, I was able to score only one goal,” he lets out a shaky breath. You watch him as his eyes well up with unshed tears. “for an attacker, that’s fucking horrible.”

“No, baby,” you smile sadly at him. “That’s not true. You’re an amazing player, and you did everything you could,” he finally looked at you as your hands held his face. When your eyes locked, the tears in his eyes began to fall. “plus this is your fist ever World Cup. And you were able to score and make a great assist.” Something inside you was slowly tearing apart watching him cry.

“I just wanted to make my older brother proud,” your boyfriend let out as his voice broke. He was shaking as sobs wrecked his body.

“Oh, I know,” you whispered sadly. His older brother was the one who introduced him to football at a young age, and they spent their youth playing together. He was his biggest inspiration and probably the person Keito looked up the most to.

“my poor Keito.” You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you went to hug him. You couldn’t stand seeing him so upset.

He laid his head on your shoulder as you began to play with the hair at the back of his neck in an effort to comfort him. “I’m so glad you’re here with me.”

“Me too,” you told him. The loud noises your window outside were slowly fading away. “you should rest, you must be tired.” You knew the tears and anxiety he felt must have drained him.

He sniffled as he lifted his head to look at you. “Can we just cuddle and go to sleep?” He mumbled. His nose was the shade of a deep red and his eyes were bloodshot. Without a word, you lead him to your bed. Quickly changing into your matching pyjamas, you opened your arms for him. Without hesitation, he put his head in to the space between your neck and shoulders and wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you,” he said quietly as he nuzzled his head in your neck. “I don’t what I’d do without you.”

“My baby,” you kissed the top of his head. “I love you so much.” Your hands slowly rubbed his back to help him fall asleep faster.

“I love you more,” he mumbled tiredly, his words almost slurring together, making you chuckle in the dark room.

[irkkii]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORE THAN FRIENDS⠀⠀

⠀🥯 。 top 5 things “just friends” don't do

𝓲─────𝟗𝟔𝟎⠀ 𝖻𝗌𝖿 ! 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 × 𝒻 ! 𝗋𝖾a ♥︎ 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ╱ m.list

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rb for ! ◜ ᴗ ◝ 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗦

you and james have been friends wayyy before his debut—actually, before his trainee days. your parents knew each other from work, so whenever they’d hang out, you two would play at the tiny playground nearby. ever since then, you’ve been glued at the hip.

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even when james became a trainee, you guys texted every day, met up whenever you could, and stayed close. to this day, you both refuse to admit you’re anything more than “just friends.” the members never let you live it down though. every time you two do something couple-y, they always say “just friends don’t do that.”

it was keonho’s idea to do slideshow night after he saw it online. it’s where you make slideshows about whatever you'd like and present them.

you made a whole presentation on why ___ is the best food. james did his favorite music artists and why. seonghyeon argued why martin should be drafted into the nba, and keonho passionately defended why spiderman is the best superhero.

then it was martin’s turn. he cleared his throat, looked straight at you and james, and announced his title: “top 5 things ‘just friends’ don’t do.”

the second the words left his mouth, everyone turned to stare at you two.

“seriously,” james said, smiling but clearly annoyed.

“you don’t want me to present?” martin asked, smiling.

you spoke before james could. “no, go ahead.”

#1: "friends never have to say they’re just friends."

he wasn’t wrong. every time family or strangers saw you two together, they’d glance between you and go, “so… are you guys, like, you know?”

you’d both immediately respond, “nooo, we’re just friends.” james would nod, “mhm, childhood friends, actually.”

martin let out a little laugh to himself before flipping to the next slide.

#2: "friends don’t sleep in the same bed together."

you and james had only done that once… or twice… or a few times… it doesn’t matter. your ac was broken at your apartment, so he let you crash at his dorm. just sleep. obviously.

before moving on, martin pointed at james. “this one’s specifically for you.”

#3: "friends don’t spend their whole entire bank account on the other friend."

you weren’t fully sold on this one. you’ve known each other since you were kids—spending money on each other felt normal. like that time james bought you a chanel bag with all the cute chains and a vivienne westwood necklace to match his the second he got his first idol paycheck. nothing crazy:)

#4: "best friends don’t touch as much as y’all."

another fair point. you hug a lot. he sometimes rests his head on your shoulder from behind. it’s not like you’ve ever sat on his lap or anything… 👀👀

the fifth slide wasn’t even a real point.

#5: "just say you guys want each other bad at this point." martin threw his hands up dramatically.

you and james shared a glance.

“we’re just friends though,” james said.

you agreed. everyone in the room groaned.

“bro, c’mon mannn,” seonghyeon complained.

james just smiled, clearly done with their nonsense. “i’m tired anyway, i’m heading to bed.”

“it’s only 12pm,” keonho said. martin nodded in agreement.

“yeah well i’m older than you guys. i need my sleep.”

as james walked out, keonho called after him, “grandpa!” and the rest of them cracked up.

you followed a little after. the second you left the room, the members all looked at each other holding in their laughter.

you walked into james’ room. he was pulling out clothes, about to shower.

“you good?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“yeah, i’m good. you?”

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“sorry if martin’s slideshow made you uncomfortable.”

“no, it was fine. i actually liked it. it was funny.”

he smiled, glancing back at you while digging through his drawers for sleep pants. “mmm, yeah. some parts were funny.”

you flopped down on his bed, way too comfortable for someone who’s only been in it “a few” times.

“sooooooo,” you dragged out.

“soooooo?” james mocked, turning around.

“hypothetically… if we weren’t ‘just friends,’ would you mind that?”

he fully turned to face you, sleep pants in hand. “why do you ask?”

“well… i just feel like we act more like a couple than friends.”

“oh yeah?” he said, stepping closer.

“yeah.”

he paused for a second, then asked, a little unsure, “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

you were caught off guard. “uhh… i mean, yeah.”

“really?” james looked genuinely surprised.

“mhm.”

he did a tiny silent celebratory dance. then he walked over, peppered your whole face with kisses, and planted one short, sweet kiss on your lips while you smiled. no hesitation at all—which was kinda shocking for someone who “never” kissed their best friend before 👀

“i’ll be right back, gotta grab something from the kitchen.”

“okay,” you smiled.

james opened the door and found all the members with their ears pressed against it, trying (and failing) to look casual.

he laughed under his breath. before he could say anything, keonho blurted, “you two dating now?”

james smiled and nodded. the members immediately started cheering and hyping him up like he’d just won the lottery. he threw his hands in the air, grinning like a dumbass who finally got the thing he’d been wanting for years—which tbh wasn’t that far from the truth.

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[heh3tmon]

#needthat

[dreaamerwrites]

[ JEALOUS ]

rating: PG couple: cho guesung x female reader request: "can i ask you to imagine cho gue sung if he gets jealous because of one of the other players?" tags: jealousy, cake, kangin shenanigans, making out in a hotel hallway lol note: reader has had a crush on guesung for a long time. she was starting to wonder if her feelings might be reciprocated while they were apart during the Qatar World Cup, but during a welcome back party for our KNT boys, guesung begins to act very, very strange. /

You realize something is wrong immediately.

You can’t quite put your finger on how you know. He’s standing on the other side of the room, several feet of carpet, appetizers, and rowdy footballers stretching out in the space between you two. Seungho is laughing at his side. Jinsu must’ve cracked a joke, because Guesung appears to be laughing too now. But…

But you can tell something is wrong.

Maybe it’s that tight set to his jaw. (You can see it clench and unclench, an unhappy habit you know he’s been trying to break for months now, per his dentist’s orders.) Or maybe it’s his arms, crossed over his chest. He’s standing broad; feet apart, shoulders squared. He looks half-ready to fight or bolt – and yet, still, he continues to laugh between Jinsu and Seungho. As if everything is fine, as if nothing’s wrong.

His eyes briefly flicker over. They meet yours. You frown at him, trying to ask and convey:

What’s wrong?

Guesung’s expression does not change as he looks away yet again.

“Noona, did you taste this yet?!”

Suddenly a fork comes in line with your vision.

You look to your left, startled. Kangin had been chatting animatedly by your side for the last few minutes but, with Guesung looking so off, you hadn’t been able to pay much attention to the boy. The Mallorca boy smiles down at you with a broad, earnest smile, all teeth and dimples, and you immediately soften.

“No, not yet,” you reply, leaning forward to take the bite of cake he offers to you. It tastes of blueberries and whipped cream. “Are you guys even allowed to eat stuff like this?”

“Of course,” Kangin’s grin grows even wider, a truly impossible feat. “It’s Day 1 of our vacation. I deserve this today. Isn’t it good?!”

The sweetness clings to you, both from the cake and the boy.

“Yes,” you laugh, shaking your head. “It’s very good.”

Pleased, Kangin moves to take another bite for himself now. He’s settled close to you, as he had been for the last hour…

(I’ve missed you, noona! he had exclaimed, as soon as he had found you waiting in the hotel suite, still adding the last finishing touches to the makeshift welcome party you and the rest of the Seoul-based staff had thrown together.

The day had been a hectic one – their flights delayed, the airport erupting into chaos, countless fans lining up outside the hotel where the team had intended to touch base before all going their separate ways. You had been a mess then, hair still up in a sloppy bun, a pile of knotted streamers in your hands. Kangin had nearly tackled you down with a hug regardless.

You should’ve come with us, he had whined, arms still tight around your waist. Qatar wasn’t the same without you!

Over his shoulder, at that moment, you had seen Guesung walk in, face gaunt, eyes tired. He had stopped briefly when he saw the spectacle before him – Kangin hugging you in a wild bear hug, walking you backwards and nearly knocking over a bowl of confetti in the process – before shaking his head and making his way immediately towards the bar cart.)

That had been one hour ago.

And now, Kangin is still pressed into your side, curled up beside you on one of the hotel suite loveseats – and Guesung…

Well, Guesung has still not even come to say hello.

You’re trying very hard not to take it personally. It isn't as if you have any claim on Guesung. He isn't even your boyfriend, after all. You're close of course. You're close with all of them really. But… but Guesung had been different. Had felt different.

Especially over the last few weeks, throughout the World Cup campaign. You two had been talking more than ever. Constant phone calls, constant texts. You had spoken to him more over the last few weeks while he was in Qatar than you had ever before.

(And when he’d fall asleep, mid-sentence, mumbling to you over the phone about just wanting to do well, to make everyone happy, to make you feel proud of him… well, was it wrong for your heart to have flipped at the promise? Was it wrong to start to wonder if, for the first time in years, that perhaps your feelings weren’t so one-sided after all?)

You did well, Guesung. I missed you. I’m proud of you, Guesung. I missed you.

You had had so many things to tell him in-person and yet, now, you can’t even find the courage to approach him from across this very hotel room.

Was it possible for someone to feel far away, even while in the same room? How had he managed to feel even closer, when he had been oceans away before?

“You wanna know a secret, noona?” Kangin suddenly asks.

He’s pressed to your side, radiating a comforting kind of heat that briefly distracts you from how strange Guesung has been all evening.

You force yourself into a brief, small smile before turning to look at Kangin again. He has a small smudge of whipped cream on his Cupid’s bow. He looks as soft, kind, and sweet as ever. A boy, enjoying his cake, just happy to be here at all.

“Sure,” you can’t help but laugh, reaching over to wipe the cream from his lips with your thumb, endeared. He blushes sheepishly at the action, licking at his lips afterwards. This time, you press your shoulder into his instead, laughing teasingly. “What’s the secret, kid?”

This gets him back on track.

Momentarily forgetting his sheepishness, Kangin straightens up, sitting broad in the loveseat with you, shoulder firm against yours. He gives you an owlish, knowing look.

“I’ve been conducting an experiment,” he says, very matter-of-factly.

You raise a brow, licking the icing off your thumb. Kangin doesn’t bat an eye.

“You see, when we were at the airport, some of the hyungs were all making fun of… someone,” he raises a brow right back at you, all swagger now, as if he wasn’t just caught with frosting on his lip. “They all knew you’d be here, waiting for us when we got back, ya’know.”

You’re not quite sure where this is going.

“They were making fun of him, saying that… that someone would probably be soOOOooOo happy to see you,” Kangin hums, clearly pleased with himself. “He tried to deny it the whole trip. Said it wasn’t a big deal. Said he just wanted to see you just like everyone else. Said it wasn’t like that.”

Wasn’t like that. Suddenly your heart is caught in your throat.

“Kangin,” your smile falters.

Kangin’s expression transforms from faux swagger to warm encouragement in a split second. He sets his cake down onto the coffee table and, hands free now, shifts even closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I needed to call bullshit,” he smiles warmly, no malice lacing his words whatsoever. Just pure kindness and laughter. He radiates so much softness that you can’t even admonish him for swearing. “I wanted to make them acknowledge that: nope, this is exactly like that.”

Kangin squeezes your shoulder firmly, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Noona, you deserve someone who will be honest about their feelings. You deserve someone who will be proud to have you in their life and who will fight to keep you always.”

(Just want you to be proud of me, Guesung had murmured sleepily on the fourth night.

His voice had sounded far away on the phone. You had pressed the receiver closer to your ear. You could catch what he said next just barely. It came so soft and sleep found him so quickly after that you wondered if you had dreamt it all.

Just want you to want me too, he had whispered. Just want you.)

“So I started wondering, ya’know. If this guy can’t even be brave enough to tell his friends that he likes you, then will he ever be brave enough to deserve you?” Kangin continues, this time more flippantly than before. His gaze flickers over to the side of your head but he holds you still, does not let you look away. “So I needed to run a little experiment.”

Suddenly Guesung is standing before you.

This time, Kangin lets you look up, look away. Lets you look up into Guesung’s face, to find his expression pinched and unhappy, his big hand brushing Kangin’s off of your shoulder with focused intent.

Guesung grabs your arm and lifts you up and off the couch.

“We’re going,” Guesung grits out. “Now.”

“Guess I know my answer now,” Kangin laughs loudly, a full-bodied laugh. You can see he has some whipped cream still left on his chin, too, that you hadn’t noticed before.

You glance between the young boy and Guesung in confusion – but Guesung doesn’t give you a chance to squeak out another question.

He leaves behind a laughing Kangin and pulls you further and further away, his hand firm on your arm, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you through the crowd of people, his steps so wide that you nearly trip over your own feet to keep up with him.

Heungmin is laughing now, just as loudly, and you can see Jinsu and Seungho doubled over in the corner.

Guesung does not spare anyone a second glance.

He does not even spare you a glance until you’re out, finally, standing in the hotel hallway, the suite room slamming closed behind you. Your back hits the wall.

“I’m – what – what’s going on – ” you sputter, Guesung’s hand still tight around your arm. “Guesung, you’re hurting me.”

He drops his hand immediately, as if burned. Still, he does not look at you. He stares down at his hand instead. His chest is heaving and his expression has morphed from frustrated anger to one of disbelief, as he stares down at his palm. He clenches it closed into a fist, his knuckles white.

Just want you to want me too.

“Sorry, I’m – I’m sorry,” Guesung is muttering now, voice low and gravelly. Thick with something uncomfortable. “I shouldn't have – sorry, I grabbed you. I shouldn’t have – ”

You can hear the party even through the thick hotel room door that separates you from the rowdy footballers. You can almost hear Kangin laughing, still.

Be brave, he’d probably tell you.

Be brave, he’d probably tell the both of you in this hallway.

Slowly, you raise your hand to cover Guesung’s closed fist. His hand is so big, compared to yours, that you can barely cover half of it. You raise your other as well. Cradling his fist in both of your hands, you smooth your thumbs over his clenched knuckles. You can feel him shiver at the touch and finally, finally… you buck up the courage to look up.

To look at him.

Guesung stares down at you, towering over you with his height. He blocks out the hotel light behind him, still breathing heavily, shoulders shaking, and, for once, all you can see is him. The hotel room, the laughter, the party: everything fades away. There is only you, and there is only him.

The silence is deafening.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line. His expression is still unreadable, guarded and unhappy, but the beauty mark just below his eye is so endearing that you can’t help but soften, despite yourself.

For the first time that evening, you think you may finally understand what was wrong all along.

I miss you, his eyes seem to scream. I missed you!

You let go of his hand to reach up to cradle his face carefully instead.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into the silence of the hotel hallway. “Don’t be sorry.”

Be brave!

“I missed you too,” you admit quietly.

The change in his expression comes so swiftly that you can barely register it before he crushes you against him. He presses your face into his broad chest and wraps his muscled arms around you tightly, desperately. He holds you so close that your own chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. His breath is warm and harsh against your ear, a faint whine of unhappiness rising up when you wiggle in his arms, trying to free your own arms so that you can wrap them around him. Only when your arms circle his waist does he finally let out a ragged, relieved sigh.

Still, he does not let you go.

“I hated it. All of it,” he mutters into your hair. “Everything in there. I'm sorry. I hated that Kangin was the first one you saw. I hated that he was with you all night. I hated that we didn’t speak and that you didn’t look at me and that you were looking at him and –”

He’s rambling now, all nonsense and tight breaths.

You smooth your hand down his back. Follow the curve and dip of his spine. Rub soothing circles into the base. He seems to melt into you at the touch, though he’s careful not to rest his weight onto you.

You don’t think you’d mind it, really. You tug him closer, still.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper back quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

This stops the rambling.

Guesung seems to go still in your arms. And then, unwillingly, reluctantly, he slowly pulls back. His hands are locked behind your back so neither of you can go very far, but he pulls back just enough to get a better look at your face. You’re not sure what you look like. Your hair feels like a mess, from being pressed up against him just now, and you’re sure you’re flushed as well – but…

But Guesung looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And, damn, if he isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen as well.

His mouth is red and his cheeks are flushed. He stares down at you with such intensity that you want to squirm under his gaze, but still he holds you in place. You swallow. His hair has come loose, the pomade softening, and a few strands fall into his forehead. You want to push them back. You want to hold him closer. You want him to…

“You didn’t know?” Guesung asks softly, breaking your train of thought.

You shake your head slowly. He licks his lips. Watches you watch him too.

“You didn’t know that I’ve missed you like hell for the last few months? You didn’t know that the first person I wanted to see after our Portugal match... was you?”

Guesung’s gaze never leaves yours.

This time, you do shiver.

“You wanted to see me first?” you reply shakily, a slight tremor in your voice.

Guesung sweeps one hand up from your waist to the side of your neck. Normally he runs cold, you know, but today he is warm, skin hot against yours. His thumb smooths over the slope of your jaw, the touch purposeful and tender.

“I always want to see you first,” he replies, just as shakily, his voice giving him away.

You cannot hear Kangin laughing anymore. You do not hear anything but the sound of Guesung’s soft voice and your own heart thumping loudly in your chest. It’s time to be brave now.

“Good,” you reply.

You tilt your face up to Guesung. And then, staring into his eyes, you lift yourself up onto your tippy toes, rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean up and into him.

When your lips find his, the first kiss is unbearably soft.

A barely there brush of your lips at first – but then there's a second, and then a third.

By the fourth, Guesung is hungry as he pushes you back further against the wall, one leg slotting between yours, his big hand cupping your cheek to tilt your mouth up and open for him even more.

“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his tongue catching your bottom lip. You shiver when his other hand stops at the small of your back, thumb sweeping across the stretch of skin there that appears as your shift lifts just slightly. “So proud of you. ‘M so proud of you. Wanted to tell you all night.”

He shakes in your arms at this, holding you closer, his thigh warm between your legs.

“Proud of me?” he mumbles back, pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth, nose brushing against yours. “Missed me?”

You nod, dizzy now, breathless as he kisses you in earnest. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you give the strands a light tug, pulling him back slightly. When he tilts back, you can see him clearly now. Mouth wet, pink with your lip balm, his hair even more mussed than before. He’s heaving now, chest rising and falling with each desperate breath.

You can taste that cake still – blueberries and whipped cream clinging to the backs of your teeth – but you can taste Guesung too, you think. You lick your lips.

He seems to melt at the sight.

He sags against you, pressed firmly against you, wedging you between his thighs and the cool wall behind you.

“Did you really?” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

For someone who just kissed you as if their life depended on it, a flash of uncertainty shines in his eyes.

Oh, Guesung…

You decide to be brave enough for the both of you.

“I did. I’m so proud of you. And I missed you so much,” you answer steadily. Your hand in his hair is gentle. You brush the strands back slowly, carefully. Breathe in his cologne and let yourself get dizzy with it. “Wanted you. So much.”

Guesung looks dizzy himself.

He nudges his nose against yours. You’re sure the position must be uncomfortable for him, towering so high above you but leaning down so that he can reach you, like this. He does not seem to care. The uncertainty in his eyes seems to be fading now.

“Really? You wanted – want me?” he clears his throat. Presses himself closer to you, all heat between your legs, shuddering when your fingers card through his hair, nails grazing the nape of his neck. He tries to laugh shakily. “Even more than Kangin?”

The joke catches you so off guard that you let out a helpless, breathless laugh.

“Is that really a question?” you ask, looking down at the predicament you two are in briefly before looking back up at Guesung. Do you see this right now? is what you should really be asking. Instead, you decide to humor him. “Of course more than Kangin. More than anyone else. Always. I wouldn’t be out here kissing Kangin like this!”

This seems to appease him.

He crowds against you even closer, nuzzling your nose with his, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Only kiss me like this. Only want me. I know I only want you.”

You know there will be lengthy conversations after this. You know the two of you will need to discuss your feelings properly – will need to iron this out and speak like adults, rather than kiss-drunk kids who want only to be wrapped up in each other’s arms. You know that that will all come...

But for now, you let yourself have this.

Be brave.

“Only want you,” you promise, voice soft. Reassuring. Guesung is warm and solid in your arms.

He is everything you could ask for at that moment.

He is everything you could ask for always.

“I promise.”

/

Bonus cut:

Several minutes later, after a few more lengthy, hungry kisses:

Guesung fixes his hair, ruffling the strands between his fingers, as he gazes at you thoughtfully. You raise a brow at him, as you readjust your shirt, trying to tuck it back in from where he had pulled it loose.

“What is it?”

He purses his lips, a curious look in his eyes.

“You tasted like… blueberries. Do you always taste like berries?”

You pause.

And then, schooling your expression into the most neutral one you can manage, you sniff: “Did you get to try the cake we got for you guys? It’s blueberries and cream. …Kangin fed me some. Didn’t you see – ”

(Really, you both had tried to straighten yourselves out in vain. What was even the point of trying to straighten out your shirt again?)

You yelp when Guesung reels you back in, big hands immediately grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you closer, staring at your mouth with intent, chasing you for another kiss.

“I’ll kiss it away. Gonna kiss you til you taste like me instead,” he growls roughly, mouth open and wet against yours.

You can only laugh into the kiss in agreement.

[heh3tmon]

chapter 1 : ‘round the city, ‘round the clock

pairing : Keito Nakamura x f!reader, strangers to lovers

summary : To take a break from school and all your responsibilities, you and your best friend decide to travel to Mexico and watch the world cup live. However, an unexpected accident leads to you becoming close to a certain player.

genre : fluff, very slight hurt/comfort?

warnings : cussing, very small injury, not proofread

author’s note : italics = japanese, ive never been to the world cup and ive never studied at a university in japan so BEAR W ME😣also english isn’t my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors!! + im aware the match between japan and netherlands wasn’t played in mexico but just for the plot lets say it was🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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To say you were tired would be an understatment. Back to back exams and assignments were wearing you out, and on top of that, you had to pick up more shifts at the cafe you worked at due to one of your former baristas suddenly quitting. All of this was taking a toll on both your physical and mental health.

You train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of your best friend unlocking the door to your shared appartment. You let out a soft sigh and put your head on the couch rest, knowing that at least now there was someone who you could share your burdens with.

“Heyy, I’m home!” Your best friend yelled as she took of her shoes.

“Hey, how was your day?” You replied, hearing her footsteps behind you.

“The same as always. Except today, I actually built up the courage to speak to one of my classmates about that project.” She told you tiredly as she plopped down on the couch beside you.

“And how did it go?”

“She was really nice and offered to help with the parts I didn’t understand,” Your best friend said while reaching for her handbag that she left on the coffee table. “I wanted to show you something. Do you have a minute?”

“Yeah of course, did something happen?” You asked her, a mixture of concern and confusion lacing your voice.

“Nah, I just have a little suprise for you,” She mentioned as a smirk slowly appeared on her face. “And it might or not might have to do something with your favorite sport.”

Okay, now you were definitely confused. Did she buy you a jersey representing your favorite football player?

“Can you close your eyes and hold our your hands in front of you?”

“Sure,” You eyed her suspiciously before doing as you were told. A few moments later, you could feel an envelope being placed in your palms.

“You can open your eyes now!” She told you as a smile took over her face.

Deciding to not waste any time, you quickly ripped open the envelope to reveal what was inside. And when you saw what it was, the only thing you could do was let out a loud gasp. “No way,” you whispered, your heart jumping with happiness. “No way you bought us tickets to the world cup.”

“I just thought it might help you relax and take your mind off of things,” your best friend said casually. “and I wanted to make use of the fact that our semester is ending next week.”

“You’re fucking insane,” you told her as you went to hug her. “I’m so happy, I love you.”

“You’re welcome,” she laughed. “just promise that next time you feel stressed about an exam and feel the need to eat a kilo of oranges, you won’t leave the peeled skins on the counter.”

“Okay, I promise,” you laughed with her.

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The said week rolled around sooner than expected. You had taken your final exam less than 24 hours ago, and now you were getting ready to go to the airport.

After getting comfortably dressed, you helped your best friend make sure that everything in your shared appartment was okay before leaving.

“I can’t wait to watch all the different teams play against each other,” she mentioned while locking the door. “altough I’m still sad we won’t get to see Mitoma.” Her favorite player suffered an injury quite recently, rulling out the possibility of him taking part in the world cup.

“Me too. But at least Nakamura is playing,” you nudged her with your elbow. Seeing her place the keys in her bag made you turn your attention to your suitcases. “He’s so fine, I hope I’ll be able to see him up close.”

“Okay, calm down, we haven’t even arrived at the airport yet.” Your best friend barked out a laugh.

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Upon exiting the airport in Mexico City, you were immediately hit with heat and humidity so bad it made your clothes stick to your skin.

“Holy fuck,” your best friend panted. “I thought the humidity in Tokyo was bad enough.”

“Yeah,” you wipped some sweat off your forehead. “I call dibs on the shower.”

After a short taxi ride to your hotel, you checked in to your hotel room. Being so exhausted from your flight, the only thing you could force your tired body to do was take a quick shower and brush your teeth before passing out on the bed.

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You and your best friend agreed that in order to make time pass quicker before the match you were the most excited for, it would be a good idea to explore Mexico City. And you were thankful you did. The bustling streets, scrumptious food and caring locals all made up for the months of suffering you endured last semester. You were amazed by all the small differences in comparison to Japan that you noticed considering you had never travelled to Mexico before.

Both of you loved traveling. It was something that always made you feel alive no matter what, and sharing that passion with your platonic soulmate was an indescribable feeling. It was also what had bought you to start university in Tokyo - ever since you and F/n travelled to Japan in your teens, you had dreamed of studying and living there, and worked hard to be able to achieve it.

Now, sitting in the front row seats of the stadium, you were more excited than ever to see how the match between Japan and the Netherlands would unfold. You guys were of course rooting for Japan - you yourself had been a football fan from a very early age, ever since you had watched your first football match in the arms of your father. As a little girl, you had eagerly ran to your best friend to tell her all about it. From that moment on, both of you were hooked. Studying in Japan had piqued your interest in all the different japanese players, one of which had quickly become your favorite due to his attacking style. As the players lined up, you were able to see him, making you and your best friend giggle together.

The whistle blew, officialy starting the match. The first half had been more quieter, however around the 50th minute Van Dijk scored a goal, earning cheers from fans all around the stadium. This caused the japanese players to become more aggresive in order to attempt to score a goal.

“They might actually score this time…” your best friend mumbled as her eyes slowly drifted over the different players on the field.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

Since the beginning of the match your eyes have been locked on one player only. The number 13 on his jersey gleamed as he and the players from the opposing team got closer to where you were seated. As your thoughts were preoccupied with the worry that they might actually not be able to score, you noticed just a moment too late that the ball was flying straight at you.

“Yo, watch out-“

Suddenly all the loud cheering around you faded and you could only hear a high pitched ringing noise. And your head stung really bad.

“Shit, you good?” Your best friend worriedly shook your shoulders as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“I think I’m okay, don’t worry.” You tried to reassure her as the ringning in your ears slowly went away. However there was nothing you could do about the tears in your eyes. Your head was hurting a bit, sure, but it was nothing compared to the embarrassement you felt flooding your entire body. Everyone must have seen what had happened and the cameras probably caught a glimpse of it too.

“Do you need like water or a painkiller or anything?”

Just as you were about to respond, out of the corner of your eye you could see a person with a blue jersey jump over the barrier and run straight to you. The people around you started screaming and many of them pulled out their phones to capture what was about to happen.

Before you could react, the player Keito Nakamura was standing right in front of you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked you as his hands held your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” you stammered as warmth slowly started creeping up your entire face.

Hearing that you were okay, he smiled and placed one of his hands on the top of your head.

“I’m really sorry though. Think you could hang around after the game ends?”

“Of course!” You replied.

“Thank you! I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” He said as his hand caressed the spot where the ball hit you. The only thing you could do before he had go back was send a nervous smile his way.

“What the actual fuck,” your best friend, whose jaw was now hanging on the floor, whispered. “I can’t believe what I just saw.”

“Girl, me too,” you told her. “my heart is beating so hard right now it might burst.”

“Do you understand that THE Keito Nakamura, your favorite japanese player of all time, just held your face and told you to wait for him after the match is over?” She quietly asked you in disbelief.

“Bro, shut up,” you giggled. “I’m so giddy right know I don’t know what to do!”

“Me too,” f/n animatedly told you. “I’m so happy for you, oh my god.”

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The rest of the game passed in a blur. To everyone’s suprise, Japan was able to come back and score two goals, with Keito scoring the first one. The game ended in a draw.

Just as you were packing up your things, a sweet looking man on the older side approached you. You noticed he was wearing a polished suit and held a small smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, are you Y/n L/n?” he questioned.

“Uh, yes, that’s me-“

“Great!” he perked up. “Nakamura-san was looking for you, and asked me to come find you,”

“You see, he feels terrible about what happened earlier, and wanted to apologize again, in private.” The old man explained.

“I see. We can come with you-“

“Oh, um, my apologies for not mentioning it, but he requested to speak to you alone.” He looked a bit nervous while interrupting you.

“Of course!” Your best friend suddenly said. “Makes sense. I’ll be waiting for you outside the stadium, Y/n. Call me if you need anything!” She tried her best to wink at you.

“You b-“ you muttered underneath your breath as she hurriedly left, leaving you alone with the old man.

“Thank you for trusting me, miss Y/n. I do hope your head isn’t hurting too much.” He told you as he began walking.

“Don’t worry about it! The pain went away already,” you followed after him, silently cursing your best friend in your head for leaving you alone. “If I may ask, how do you know Keito?”

“I’m his personal assitant,” he laughed. “His father and I have been friends since we were little, always glued at the hip. Keito-san is like a son to me.”

He lead you through a few hallways before arriving before what appeared to be the team’s changing room.

“He is waiting inside,” he explained. “please don’t be nervous, he is a kind man.”

“O-of course, thank you for showing me the way!”

He only let out a soft smile before turning around and leaving.

You let out a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You could do this, he just wanted to say he was so-

Abruptly, the door opened and Keito walked out. His eyes lit up as he saw you, and he gave you a shy wave.

“Hi,” he began. “I really wanted to apologize to you privately about hitting you earlier. Are you sure you’re okay?” You could see the worry on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes! All good. Just a little embarrassed.” You let out a tiny laugh.

“Thank goodness! I’m glad to hear that.” He continued.

“Me too, I was a little scared I might have a concussion.” You said, suprising him.

“Woah! You can speak japanese?”

“Oh nonono, not all! I’m studying at a university in Tokyo, so I just picked some things up naturally.” You said worriedly. Your japanese, as many people had been telling you, was surely good enough to hold a steady conversation, but you were still scared of messing up.

“That’s amazing.” He giggled as his eyes travelled across your face. Your face suddenly warmed up as you became aware of his attention on you.

“I’d love to get to know you more. Are you free this evening?” His eyes locked onto your lips. “I want to treat you to dinner as an apology.”

“Yes, I’m free,” you let out the breath you’ve been holding.

“Perfect,” he smiled with his eyes. “Can we exchange phone numbers? I’ll text you the details.”

“Of course!” You said, pulling out your phone out of your pocket.

After Keito typed in his number, and you did the same on his phone, you two exchanged goodbyes. Still ecstatic, you checked your notifications.

lifesaver: bro im shaking i lowkey bumped into a player from the japanese team ( 5:12 pm )

lifesaver: and we kinda hit it off

lifesaver: hes so fine i need him rn like fr ( 5:13 pm )

lifesaver: anyways i’m waiting near the exit, call me when you’re done;) ( 5:14 pm )

You started laughing in the middle of the hallway. Shaking your head, you at least hoped the player your best friend bumped into was her current celebrity crush, Ao Tanaka.

[heh3tmon]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆keito nakamura dating headcanons

𑣲 the type of boyfriend to bring you everywhere with him >> all his matches, his training sessions. wherever he has to travel to, you’re with him

𑣲 during his matches, he makes sure you’re taken care of

𑣲 always steals quick glances at you when playing

𑣲 his love language is definitely quality time ; absolutely adores going on dates with you, sharing snacks and drinks while chatting away

𑣲 if he can’t bring you with him to a different country, he makes sure to buy you a cute trinket to add to your collection ( a small monchichi here, another smiski there, you name it )

𑣲 in return you get him matching keychains for the two of you >> he brings them everywhere and never takes them off his bags/keys

𑣲 a big fan of physical affection ; everytime he comes home worn out from training, he has to lay down on your lap to decompress (you also love playing with his hair while he does this)

𑣲 a true gentleman ; opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit, is the happiest when you let him spoil you

𑣲 is a pretty private person, but only because he wants to protect you from weird fans and media

𑣲 his family adores you ; they immediately took you in as one of their own, with keito joking you’re their favorite child

𑣲 an attentive listener ; notices small details about you, and randomly brings them up months later

dividers by cafekitsune

[noodl3ke]

Pairing : Boxer! Kota Miura x f!reader, strangers to?

IN WHICH : You cheered for the new MMA fighter exactly once. Unfortunately for you, Kota Miura liked your smile a little too much.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : blood mention, fighting, cussing

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The lights were blinding

You were trying to keep your feet steady on the ground, cheering and yelling all around you. The guys pushing you. Everyone was rooting for a fighter you had never heard of - Kota Miura, the new heartthrob.

The ring was a blinding bundle of lights that you couldn’t keep your eyes off. Red and blue stripes of light landing right on your features, making this almost a cinematic scene.

And then you saw him - Kota. His bleached spiky hair caught your attention right away.

You could see him very clearly from the seats yall were sitting on. The ring was only a few steps away. Buying second-row seats was definetely worth it.

“Hm, he is cute” you mumbled over to your friend who was eagerly waiting for the match to begin.

Cheers got louder. The match was starting.

On one side of the ring was him - Kota Miura. On the other was Yushi Sakura - his opponent who was jumping around doing some kind of pregame ritual. They both put their gloves on, exchanged one last look. And the match began.

They started instantly. Yushi jumping from his side onto Kota and him sucesfully ditching it. You saw it on him, his face - the determinition to win. But you could also see the worry and the need to not dissapoint his team and his parents in the crowd.

Kota was fast. That’s for certain. He moved like a leaf caught in the Sapporo’s wind, like a water in japanese sea. He jumped from side to side, identical to a monchichi. You were amazed.

But seeing him fight, seeing how desperately he wanted to win, made you feel different - worried. So you cheered for him. Really loudly.

At the sound of your voice his head snapped up. It was a brief moment. Yushi locked in Kota’s arms on the floor. His attention should be there but his eyes still found their way to yours. Quick glance, that’s all that it was. But he was definetely looking at you.

Seeing you cheer for him was different

So you smiled. It was the only thing you were capable of doing right then.

He must have seen your smile, because at the sight of it, his mouth twitched and he smirked. Even in a situation like this. But the moment ended as fast as it started, with a blink of an eye you could see him focused on the other fighter again.

“what the fuck” you say in disbelief “did you see that?” Your friend laughing and confirming everything.

“Shiii, girl he saw you” she laughed, pulling out her phone to capture your face. “What’s he smirking for”

The rest of the game was a blur. Kota knocking Yushi down and winning.

“AND THE WINNER IS KOTA MIURA”

crowd stood up, cheering.

Kota jumped of the ring going straight to his parents. He immediately threw his arms around his father. His dad ruffled his hair and held him close. His mother kissing his cheek. He looked like a little boy in their arms.

Then his attention snapped right to you. His expression unreadable. He locked his eyes with yours. Is he coming over?

He slowly makes his way towards where you were seated. His eyes not leaving your face. He stops right in front of you.

Towering over you. He says

“Hey”

“Hi”

“I saw you” he said softly, only for you to hear.

So he was looking at me

You don’t know where you took the courage. It just felt right. Slowly, you reached out and covered Kota’s clenched fist with your hand. His knuckles were scraped and stained with blood, evidence of the battle he had just fought. His hand was so much larger than yours that you could barely cover half of it.

When you placed your other hand over his and gently brushed your thumbs across his bruised knuckles, you felt him go still. Inhaling in sharply.

For a moment, the noise of the arena seemed to disappear. Kota looked down at your hands, then up at your face. Something in his expression softened.

“You did great,” you whispered.

The grin that spread across his face was immediate. Bright. Genuine. Like a monchichi being praised after trying its hardest.

You see it in his eyes

He felt seen, understood, mesmerised.

Still being caressed. He says. “Thank you for cheering… mhm” he waits for your name. You say it.

“y/n” he says softly

“Im Kota” he felt the urge to tell you his name even though you probably knew it. His eyes screaming for someting, the need to say something, but nothing came out. So he only smiled and let go of your hand, putting one on your head. Smoothing your hair. Grinning at you.

“I’ll see you around” His hand slowly dropping down. He turns around with a cheeky wink. As he’s leaving you only hear him call out your name with a goodbye

wow you ARE coming back

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[heh3tmon]

wow i AM coming back for this sapporo monchichi

[heh3tmon]

masterlist ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

keito nakamura

letters home ( series )

dating headcanons

void

tba

kota miura

tba

others

cinderella (ao tanaka)

[heh3tmon]

letters home masterlist

pairing : Keito Nakamura x f!reader, strangers to lovers

summary : To take a break from school and all your responsibilities, you and your best friend decide to travel to Mexico and watch the world cup live. However, an unexpected accident leads to you becoming close to a certain player.

genre : fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings : cussing

author’s note : italics = japanese

preview

chapter 1 : ‘round the city, ‘round the clock

chapter 2 : nights

chapter 3 : tba

chapter 4 : tba

chapter 5 : tba

chapter 6 : tba

chapter 7 : tba

more to come soon !!

[heh3tmon]

preview

pairing : Keito Nakamura x f!reader, strangers to lovers

summary : To take a break from school and all your responsibilities, you and your best friend decide to travel to Mexico and watch the world cup live. However, an unexpected accident leads to you becoming close to a certain player.

genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings : very small injury, cussing, not proofread

author’s note : italics = japanese

series masterlist | chapter 1

“They might actually score this time…” Your best friend mumbled as her eyes slowly drifted over the different players on the field.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

Since the beginning of the match your eyes have been locked on one player only. The number 13 on his jersey gleamed as he and the players from the opposing team got closer to where you were seated. As your thoughts were preoccupied with the worry that they might actually not be able to score, you noticed just a moment too late that the ball was flying straight at you.

“Yo, watch out-“

Suddenly all the loud cheering around you faded and you could only hear a high pitched ringing noise. And your head stung really bad.

“Shit, you good?” Your best friend worriedly shook your shoulders as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“I think I’m okay, don’t worry.” You tried to reassure her as the ringning in your ears slowly went away. However there was nothing you could do about the tears in your eyes. Your head was hurting a bit, sure, but it was nothing compared to the embarrassement you felt flooding your entire body. Everyone must have seen what had happened and the cameras probably caught a glimpse of it too.

“Do you need like water or a painkiller or anything?”

Just as you were about to respond, out of the corner of your eye you could see a person with a blue jersey jump over the barrier and run straight to you. The people around you started screaming and many of them pulled out their phones to capture what was about to happen.

Before you could react, the player Keito Nakamura was standing right in front of you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asked you as his hands held your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” You stammered as warmth slowly started creeping up your entire face.

Hearing that you were okay, he smiled and placed one of his hands on the top of your head.

“I’m really sorry though. Think you could hang around after the game ends?”

“Of course!” You replied.

“Thank you! I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” He said as his hand caressed the spot where the ball hit you. The only thing you could do before he had go back was send a nervous smile his way.

[themostdivinething]

when hozier said "the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you" and when halsey said "i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you" and when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and then when rf kuang said "she's the only divine thing he ever believed in"