i feel bad for not getting through my requests 🙁🙁 i haven’t got the motivation to write and on top of that, im stressing out about getting a summer j*b 🤢🤢🤢
i promise i’ll get on my grind as soon as i can 🫰 please be patient with me guys… 🥹🥹🥹
requested by @dimistrimescu ! darling im so sorry i accidentally deleted your request :( im so happy my silly writings make you happy. your request is so cute! but i only write for sae, rin, yoichi and michael, and only occasionally with other characters. but ofcourse, i'll do your request + i might have altered it a bit. also, this is my first time hearing about this kind of lipgloss. do tell me if it's any good :)
ITOSHI SAE !
when sae saw you pouting and fanning your lips after you applied your gloss, his solution wasn't words(usually never is). so ofcourse, he grabs your chin gently, tilting you head up as he kisses you. and pulls back immediately.
"...take that shit off," he says wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"why did you kiss me idiot? saw me in distress and your first instinct was to kiss it better or what?"
"why did you buy it?"
"makes my lips look fuller, y'know?" you say as you pucker your lips.
he wipes your lips with his thumb roughly.
"sae—ouch!"
and then he leans in and kisses you. kissing it better.
ba dum tsssh.
ITOSHI RIN !
your lips looked extra full today. rin doesn't bother wondering why. he's wondering something else.
this boy doesn't even warn. and while you're talking, he just cuts you off with his lips on yours. and pulling away immediately.
"what did you do?" he accuses. like boy relax, lipgloss ain't a crime, "tastes..."
"spicy?" you complete, chuckling as you watch him furrow his eyebrows while he licks his lips curiously, "too much for you?"
you didn't mean that in any challenging or challenging way. you meant it in a caring girlfriend way, who worries her boyfriend might not kiss her lips if they taste weird.
and ofcourse, he leans in and kisses the gloss off your lips.
ISAGI YOICHI !
"do my lips look bigger?" you ask your boyfriend, looking up at him, lips slightly parted.
"hm," yoichi thinks as he leans in closer, "hmmmm," he ponders more, eyes fixed on your lips, "hmmmmmmm," he's too close now, analysing.
surprise kiss attack.
he smiles leaning back. then his smile drops, "y/n...what did you apply?"
you chuckle, explaining the spicy gloss to him.
"wow," he wipes his lips, "you don't feel pain?"
"i do," you say simply, shrugging like it's no big deal.
"damn. beauty really is pain," spoken like a true girlfriend enthusiast.
"so. like it?" you ask.
"yeah definitely. just...how will i kiss you—? yknow what? i will kiss you even if it's spicy. i'll handle it like a man."
MICHAEL KAISER !
"michael, look at this new lipgloss i bought, it's—"
you were cut off by this impatient dude crashing his mouth on yours. he pulls back with a very unimpressed look on his face.
"...i was literally explaining," you say, your look equally unimpressed.
"explaining what?"
"the gloss, you dumbo. pay attention to my words for once."
"why did you put it on?"
"so that my lips look plump. they do, don't they?"
he scoffs, "ofcourse they do. why did you think i kissed you?" he glances at your lips again, "angel, doesn't it hurt? and you're putting it on willingly?"
"i mean it does feel spicy on my lips...but it's pretty no?"
me in the corner collecting dust as i wait for a gaku oneshot
“𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨”
a/n: i did it. he's sauurrrr fine i need that bro
ac goes to mimeonsemi
synopsis: gaku hates how you keep beating him at his favorite arcade game.
the first time it happened, gaku barely cared.
he walked into the arcade after finishing a job, pockets heavier than they should've been, still wearing the bored expression of someone who'd seen far too much blood to be impressed by flashing lights and prize counters. he wandered from cabinet to cabinet until one machine caught his eye.
tekken 8.
easy. he cracked his knuckles, shoved a few coins into the machine, and played.
perfect accuracy. ridiculous speed. a score high enough to knock every other name off the leaderboard. it’s like he knew every combo of every character after the first try, aware of every move that could deflect an attack and land a harder hit in return.
he smirked.
gxku. first place.
"nice."
he left.
the next week, he came back. his name was second. and above it sat three stupid little letters. letters from your name.
"who?"
he stared at the screen for a long moment before quietly inserting another coin.
five minutes later – gxku. first place again.
he walked away feeling strangely satisfied.
the week after that – your initials again. first. again.
he frowned. that was more annoying than sakamoto or nagumo.
the fourth week became personal.
the fifth week became insulting.
by the sixth, he was timing his visits around the machine's maintenance schedule because maybe, maybe, someone was cheating. there was absolutely no logical reason his score kept getting beaten by someone whose initials looked like they belonged to a middle school honor student.
he even tried different machines. same result. your initials. every. single. damn. time.
his competitive streak (normally reserved for killing other assassins before they killed him) had somehow transferred to a fighting game tucked into the corner of a shopping mall.
he started optimizing. different grip. different finger placement. less blinking. he watched tournament videos online. he practiced on his phone. he spent so much time in the arcade that one employee started greeting him with, "welcome back." he didn't even know the employee's name.
something had gone terribly wrong. then one rainy friday, after finally reclaiming first place by a measly 43 points, gaku leaned back with a quiet sigh. "finally."
he left.
he came back the next morning. his score had been beaten. by 44 points.
there was no way. that wasn't coincidence. that was mockery.
he looked around the arcade for the first time in weeks instead of immediately sitting down. whoever you were… you had to be here. nobody normal played this much.
he crossed his arms and waited. 10 minutes. 20. 30.
and then you walked in carrying an iced drink, wired earpods around your neck, completely oblivious to the assassin currently watching you from across the room.
you smiled at one of the employees.
they smiled back. "morning."
"morning!"
you wandered directly toward his machine.
gaku narrowed his eyes. no. there was no way. you looked... painfully ordinary. you wore a cute outfit like you had come back from a hangout with your friends. your shoes were clean. you were humming some pop song under your breath. this couldn't be his rival.
you casually set your drink down. inserted a coin. selected expert difficulty. and absolutely annihilated his score.
his eye twitched. you didn't celebrate. you didn’t react at all actually. you simply nodded once, satisfied, grabbed your drink, and turned – only to nearly walk into someone.
you blinked. a very tall man was standing directly in front of you.
“oh, sorry.”
he stared.
you stared back. "can i help you?"
another long silence. then–
"hey."
"yeah??"
"you're the one."
"the one what??"
he pointed at the leaderboard without breaking eye contact. "the one ruining my rankings."
you looked at the screen. then back at him. and laughed. "that's what this is about? i thought someone was specifically trying to beat MY score."
"i was."
"oh."
another awkward silence.
you scratched your cheek. "well... i guess we've been ruining each other's rankings."
"... huh." that... hadn't occurred to him.
you tilted your head. "wait. are you the 'gxku' guy?"
"yeah."
"you're insane. do you know how many hours i've spent trying to beat you?"
"how many?"
you looked genuinely embarrassed. "too many, to be honest."
"same..."
the employee behind the counter nearly dropped the plushies they were organizing. they had spent 2 months watching the leaderboard become a battleground between two anonymous psychopaths. and apparently, neither of them had realized the other was doing the exact same thing.
you smiled. "want a rematch?"
gaku looked at the cabinet. then at you. "best out of 3."
"that's it?"
"best out of 5."
"confident."
"i'm winning."
you grinned. "that's cute.”
"... then best out of 10."
"you're on."
3 hours later, neither of you had left. your drinks had melted. the employee's shift had ended. a crowd had somehow formed behind the machine. people were placing bets. children were chanting whenever one of you hit a perfect combo.
at one point, someone actually whispered, "are they dating?"
"no," another answered. “worse."
you won the 10th game by 2 points.
gaku stared at the results screen as a man who refuses to ever accept defeat. but finally, he sighed. "rematch next week?"
you laughed so hard you had to grab the cabinet for balance. "you know..." you wiped a tear from your eye. "most people ask for my number first."
he considered it. "give me your number then."
"so you can text me?"
"so i know when you're coming."
you snorted. "to prepare?"
"to beat you."
"that's somehow less romantic."
"... was it supposed to be romantic?"
you looked at him for a long second before smiling to yourself. "you're kind of hopeless, man."
"... next saturday?"
you handed him your phone instead. "put your number in."
he frowned. "why?"
"because if i'm going to have an arch-nemesis, i at least want one i can bully over text."
he took the phone, typed his number in, and handed it back.
"i'm still winning next week."
you looked down at the contact he'd saved.
gxku (loses at tekken)
you locked your phone before he could see what you added in parentheses.
"yeah?"
"yeah."
"see you next saturday, loser."
for the first time in months, gaku walked out of the arcade smiling. he'd finally found the idiot responsible for destroying his rankings. unfortunately for him though, he’d also found something else – a feeling. specifically, attraction.
i headcanon that sae kinda sucks at spanish bc this guy canonically isn't good at anything besides football (and even then he had his dreams crushed 😭).
synopsis: he's not giving you attention, so you go out of your way to get him to focus on you
aabi's note: based on this request here!!
𝄞𝄢 isagi yoichi.
"yoiii," you call your boyfriend for the nth time. his eyes have been glued to the noel noa gameplay on his phone screen for the past hour.
he came over to spend time with you, but now he's here obsessively watching his idol play soccer as if he doesn't already do that everyday. if he had the chance, isagi would probably leave you to date noel noa.
you huffed, feeling pathetically bored because of isagi's lack of attention on you. if you wanted him to focus on you, you had no choice but to do something that'd surprise him.
slowly, you climbed onto his lap.
"hm?" he absentmindedly hummed, still staring at his phone with heart eyes. "oh noel noa, what spell did you place upon my man," you thought. this was your first time sitting on his lap and he was still drooling over that thirty year old.
you cupped isagi's cheeks and turned his face towards you, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. isagi dropped his phone. that got his attention because he was completely taken aback.
"yoichi."
no response.
"yoichi isagi."
"i didn't even realize you—" isagi covered his face, which was rapidly growing pinker and pinker with each second, with his hands.
"w-what was that even for?" he asked, voice muffled from his hands.
"you weren't paying attention to me," you murmured.
"i was!"
you scoffed and pulled on his sprout. "you've literally been saying "mhm" to everything i said for the past twenty minutes."
"okay... you're right." with a soft sigh, isagi locked his phone and wrapped his arms around you. he pulled you so close that your noses were booping.
"can i have another kiss now?"
𝄞𝄢 bachira meguru.
it wasn't like bachira to not pay attention to you. he was always clinging onto you and doing crazy things just for your eyes to stay glued onto him.
today was different. bachira had been doodling random soccer players in his notebook for almost an hour.
you tried talking to him about everything—how your day went, the latest show you watched. but all your efforts were useless. he was just so absorbed in drawing!
now you understood how it felt when he was always desperately clinging onto you while you didn't give him the attention he deserved.
after you attempted to steal his pencil — which didn't work at all — you decided to just climb onto his lap. bachira immediately looked up, yellow eyes wide and observing you curiously.
"oh?" his lips quirked up into a playful smirk.
"hi."
"hi."
you stared at each other for a few seconds before you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
"aww," bachira cooed. "you miss me that much?" he was grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement.
"you ignored me!" you pouted.
"did i?" bachira blinked obliviously, clearly unaware of the fact he'd been neglecting you while being locked in with his drawing.
"yes you did!"
bachira laughed and squeezed your cheeks. "sorry, sorry," he apologized. he peppered your forehead with dramatic kisses before burying his face in your shoulder.
"monster says i have to give you attention now because it wants you to do this more."
"finally your monster has some critical thinking abilities."
"hey!"
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
there was no way that the movie was more interesting to rin than you.
you groaned internally because that was the exact truth of your current situation. for the last thirty minutes, rin's focus was only on the movie and it didn't shift once, not even when you were leaning against him.
you continued to try everything for him to realize you were dying of boredom. you tugged on his sleeve, poked his cheek, and even pulled on his hair! but nothing seemed to work.
you were left with no choice but to do something crazy—something you've never done before. you climbed directly onto rin's lap, not even giving him a warning.
that seemed to have grabbed his attention because his eyebrows furrowed and he shot you a glare.
"the hell are you doing?" rin tried to exhibit nonchalance, but the tips of his ears were a bright, undeniable crimson red.
"getting your attention, duh."
"...you're being annoying," rin muttered. his words were completely contradictory to the way he was reacting.
you sweetly pecked rin on the lips, pulling away before he could even comprehend what you were doing. you tried not to laugh at the way he was staring at you.
his arm slid around your waist anyway, pulling you closer while the movie continued in the background.
"rinnn"
"what?"
"are you okay?"
"just shut up."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae had been sitting across from you for the past forty minutes, laptop open and teal eyes intently fixed on whatever match footage he was analyzing.
for the past forty minutes, he didn't speak to you or even acknowledge you once. you were beginning to take this personally.
"sae."
"hm."
"sae."
"what."
"nothing."
even during this attempt to get him to focus on you, he didn't lift his eyes off the laptop screen once. your eye twitched from annoyance.
okay, fine. if he wanted to ignore you, you'd just have to take matters into your own hands. standing from your spot on the couch, you walked over to him. you pushed his laptop aside and climbed into his lap for the first time.
"what are you doing?" sae asked, looking at you for the first time in nearly an hour.
"clearly trying to get your attention."
"you already had it."
"liar."
"you've spent more time looking at your laptop than me," you muttered, crossing your arms in front your chest.
"maybe because my laptop wasn't being all needy and whiny," sae murmured and gently flicked your forehead. "unlike someone."
your jaw dropped at the sound of his words. "you—"
without a warning, you grabbed his face and pressed a rough kiss on his lips. sae, taken aback from this, stared at you with wide eyes, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor.
you smiled smugly. "now are you paying attention to me?"
the surprise quickly vanished from sae's expression. he rested an arm around your waist and leaned back in his seated.
"seems like you're gonna need more than just attention," he hummed.
𝄞𝄢 nagi seishiro.
this bum nagi had his pretty partner on his bed, but he was busy locked in on a video game.
"seiii," you called out to him. " 'm so bored. come here."
"mm after i finish this round."
you rolled your eyes. he was lying, again. for the past two hours, nagi kept telling you the same thing—that he'd spend time with you after he finished his next round or whatever.
"you leave me with no choice i guess," you muttered under your breath, pulling yourself off the bed.
you walked up to nagi and sat down on his lap facing him. and that wasn't it. you cupped his chubby cheeks, then smooch.
for a while, nagi's eyes were still glued to his screen, but the movements of his fingers on his keyboards slowed. it was like his brain was rebooting, deciding whether you were more important than his game or not.
'game over' was written boldly in red on his pc screen. "oh," nagi breathed out, but he wasn't even staring at the screen anymore. his gaze was on you, half-lidded and cheeks faintly pink. "you've never done something like this before," he murmured.
"you don't like it?" you asked even though you know he loved the proximity and attention you were pampering him with.
"nah," he mumbled. his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. "love it."
If you are next to him: He is one of those who wakes up before you, but does not move. He stays on his side, resting his head on his hand, simply watching you sleep with a relaxed and genuine smile (without that falseness he uses with the rest of the world). He loves to tease: he'll poke your cheek, blow on your face, or slowly steal your blankets just to listen to your sleepy complaints.
The radical change: The second you open your eyes, that peaceful look disappears and he activates his playful mode. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. You were talking in your sleep... you said my name three times, how intense." (It's a lie, he just wants to see if you blush.)
When he is alone (without his lover)
When you have to travel or spend the night away, the house becomes unbearably boring. Nagumo hates boredom.
He becomes strangely restless. He'll probably spend the entire night cleaning or polishing his weapons (like the giant Swiss army knife) while humming a song.
He'll send you ridiculous photos in the middle of the night: a selfie of him looking like a depressed puppy and a message that says: "The apartment is cold and Shishiba doesn't want to let me move in. Come back now." He doesn't know how to be alone; He has become too accustomed to the heat you provide him.
Traveling by Train (and Dealing with His 6'2" Height)
At 6'3" tall, trains in Japan are a physical annoyance for him, but visually he's a spectacle. He spends the trip ducking his head to avoid hitting handrails or advertising signs.
His posture with you: If the train is full, he will use his height and body as a physical shield. He will subtly corner you against the wall of the car, resting one hand above your head. To the rest of the world, it looks like a scene straight out of a romantic shojo manga, but he'll take advantage of the closeness to whisper inappropriate jokes in your ear and watch you try not to laugh in public.
When they pass by Sakamoto's store (Sakamoto Grocery)
Going to the store with him is synonymous with a comedy show. Nagumo will enter pretending to be a completely new customer, using an exaggerated voice or a quick disguise just to annoy Sakamoto.
He will proudly introduce you to Sakamoto, Aoi, and Hana. "Look, I got someone to put up with me, isn't it a miracle?"
While you talk nicely to Aoi or play with Hana, he will take the opportunity to eat the store's merchandise without paying or to make fun of Sakamoto's current physique. However, deep down, it comforts him to take you there; Sakamoto's shop is the only "safe" and peaceful place from his past, and he wants you to be a part of it.
When you're angry at him
Nagumo is a professional provocateur, so many times your anger will be his fault. At first, he'll take it as a joke, smiling and saying, "Uh, that's scary, look how I'm shaking."
But if he realizes that he really crossed the line and that you're hurt or seriously ignoring him, his attitude completely changes. The mocking gleam in his eyes disappears. He's not good at making a formal apology, so he'll use emotional harassment: he'll hang around your back like a giant koala, rubbing his cheek against yours and dramatically complaining, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was an idiot. Don't ignore me anymore, you're going to wither me." He won't leave your side until you smile at him.
When you cry
Really seeing your tears is one of the few things that completely disarms Nagumo. His happy-go-lucky facade falls to the ground instantly.
He won't give you a motivational speech because he doesn't know how to do it, but his body language becomes extremely protective. He will wrap you in his arms, burying your head in his chest and stroking your hair with a gentleness that no one would believe came from an assassin of the Order.
He will wait for you to unburden yourself and then, with his thumb, he will wipe away your tears while he looks at you with unusual seriousness. "Who was it? Just give me a name and I promise it will look like an accident." He says it with a smile, but they both know he's not joking.
When you get sick
He becomes the most overprotective, pampering, and slightly paranoid nurse in the world. Someone who deals with death on a daily basis doesn't know how to handle a common fever without going overboard.
It will prohibit you from getting out of bed. He will buy you all the existing medicines, tons of food and even toys or sleeves so you don't get bored.
He will spend the entire day sitting on the edge of the bed, putting cold cloths on your forehead. If you try to get up to go to the bathroom, he/she will offer to carry you. When you tell him it's just a cold, he'll say, "Civilians are fragile, I can't risk you breaking."
When you show affection first
Nagumo is always the one to initiate physical contact or flirting, so if you take the initiative (like grabbing his hand out of nowhere on the street, giving him a surprise kiss, or hugging him around the waist), you'll freeze him for a full second.
His eyes will widen slightly in surprise, and a rare but genuine blush will appear on his cheeks. Immediately after, your smile will change to a much softer and more pleased one. He'll press you closer to him and boast, "Wow, what's this? Are you courting me? Be careful, I'm an easy target if you look at me like that."
When you're in danger
This is where the fun and charismatic Nagumo Yoichi dies, giving way to the most unpredictable member of the Order.
If an enemy takes you hostage or injures you, Nagumo won't lose his temper or scream in fury; That would be showing weakness. Instead, his face will become completely expressionless, an empty mask. His eyes will become incredibly cold and dark.
The speed with which he will destroy the threat will be terrifying, using his giant blade with surgical and ruthless precision. Once the danger has been eliminated, he will not even look at the enemy's body. He will kneel in front of you, checking every inch of your body with trembling hands (something very rare for him), looking for wounds. His voice will be soft again, but with a hint of pure relief: "You're safe. Everything's okay. Let's go home."
꒰ summary ꒱; the blue lock boys meet you, who absolutely mogs the hell out of them and they either embarass themselves or just flat out fumble ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა
isagi spots you when you come up to him during a fan meet.
"so, you've been a fan for a while?" he started some small talk, finally glancing up from the jersey you'd requested his signature on, making eye contact with you. he knew it was from a collection sold a while ago, before he'd grown tons in popularity.
only to immediately avert his gaze back down because of how beautiful you are.
is it even right to be within 2 feet of you? he could swear a goddess just appeared before him.
"i am! i've been supporting you ever since..."
he could barely hear the array of words and compliments you were gushing anymore, too caught up on the sight of you.
he was imagining how pretty you'd look in his jersey, maybe getting married someday-
"...so yeah, i've been supporting you for a super long time! it feels so nice to finally meet you," you continued, snapping him out of his trance-like state of admiration.
"say, can i actually get your-" he's cut off before he can finish his sentence.
you were gently reminded by someone to keep moving along the line, leaving you waving back at isagi, leaving him in despair.
"-number..."
his first ever attempted shot and he got brutally blocked by his own security.
rin itoshi
you were rushing to be somewhere and happened to run into rin by chance.
you'd tripped over your shoelace and managing to land directly in front of him, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your legs on impact.
he halted, careful to not step on you.
"ouchh, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely before actually meeting the gaze of the man standing above you.
it was rin itoshi.
your soul almost left your body right then and there, scrambling to back up to your feet, dusting off your pants.
"i am such a big fan."
he had no clue on how to respond.
first of all, you'd just tripped directly in front of him, then blinded him with your face card, and now you were stood in front of him like a soldier, acting unfazed, mentioning being a fan?
"your arm's bleeding," he stated, barely reacting, too focused on your perfect features.
"no it's not," you denied, determined to not embarass yourself in front of him.
he scoffed, reaching in his bag to fish out anything to stop the bleeding.
"shit, i'm gonna be late!" you panic, turning back around, running in the opposite direction.
his gaze follows your sudden movement.
he'd never admit it, to himself, but he was dissapointed he barely a conversation out of you.
maybe he just wanted an excuse to stare at your perfect features longer.
was he the fan or were you?
nagi seishiro
nagi's sitting on a swing in a playground, feet planted on the ground firmly, absolutely locked in on a mobile game he was playing.
you were there with your little sibling, having been forced to take them to play.
you weren't keen on refusing and risking upsetting your parents, so you'd simply gone along.
you strolled over to the swings, sitting on one beside another kid as you watched your little sibling terrorize the other children around, screaming on the slides.
it wasn't long before you noticed it in fact wasn't a little child next to you on the swings but nagi seishiro.
you gasped upon realizing.
"oh my gosh, are you nagi?"
he looked up briefly to nod, only to instantly glue his eyes onto the vibrant screen once more.
"i'm such a big fan!" you'd squeal, excitement radiating off of you.
he paused his game, doing a double take.
you were absolutely breathtaking.
the gentle breeze tousled your hair, framing your face perfectly, making you look like an angel.
was he dead? had you come to take him away?
"hellooo?" you raised your voice, tilting your head to the side, trying to catch his attention.
his phone nearly slipped from his grip, noting the close proximity between him and the beautiful woman beside.
"hi." he sat up, cheeks dusting a rosy tint, aware you most probably noticed him admiring you (it just looked like he was glaring at you because he held the straightest face throughout)
he sat there, stiff as a rock, unsure of what to do.
should he try make conversation? would you think he's weird?
"oh, i've gotta get home, it's getting pretty late!" you spoke up, waving as you walked back over to your little sibling, holding their hand on the way out.
and just like that, he'd lost his only chance of talking to you.
he'd tried to pull his focus back down to his game, only to see the large "you lost!" text across his screen, almost as if taunting him.
he grumbled in annoyance.
sae itoshi
sae's just about done with a morning run, sweat coating his toned biceps peeking through the tank top he had on.
he was stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to illuminate green.
unexpectedly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, tilting his head to the side reluctantly, not having enough motivation in him to deal with someone this bright and early in the morning-
oh.
"hi, i'm a big fan of you!" you exclaim, a bashful smile spread across your lips.
and just like that, he had to double take.
he paused, fully, turning to really face you now.
the sunlight filtered through the trees above, the glow accentuating every gorgeous feature.
"oh- thank you." he replies, voice gruff, unable to keep his eyes off of you.
"can we take a photo together, pleaseee?" you beg, batting your lashes up at him.
normally, he would've declared a curt 'i'm busy' and walked off, but how could he right now?
"sure."
you snap a photo with him, giggling like a highschool girl who'd just seen their crush smile at them in the hallways.
"thank you so much!" you grinned, looking back on the photo, unable to believe the situation was real.
to be honest, neither could he.
well, he too, wanted a photo with you now.
michael kaiser
you met kaiser at a fan meet, every word he spoke to you dripping in ego, not bothering to look up from the little plushie of him you'd requested he sign. he couldn't refrain from letting out a snort at the sight of it.
however, when he finally did look your way to return it, he was convinced he was hallucinating.
you were absolutely beautiful.
the type of girl he'd see in a movie and dream about for a day or two afterwards.
you were standing before him, smiling gleefully, faint blush on the apples of your cheeks.
"i'm such a big fan, thank you!" his hand grazed yours unnecessarily on purpose, holding your fingers still between his for a moment.
he inspected the acrylics you'd adorned your nails with, paying close attention to you now.
"pretty nails for a pretty girl," he remarks boldly, observing the subtle tremor of your hands in his grip, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
you didn't get time to react, being prompted to move along the line by security.
"kaiser, don't try that again, you're well aware it isn't allowed."
"i know, but she was cute," he snickered, marvelling in the sight of your flushed face as you walked away.
alexis ness
ness met you in a library.
both of you ended up reaching for the same book, fingers rubbing against eachothers.
his eyes meet yours to apologize and they proceed to widen before he can even begin to.
your beauty was captivating.
he looked you up and down, trying to play it cool and not act like a loser. "i'm sorry about that, you can have the book-"
"wait, i'm a big fan!"
"o-oh yeah, me too," he blurts, too focused on your entrancing smile.
"you too?" you repeat, giggling, an eyebrow raised.
and goodness, you looked impossibly prettier while smiling.
he mentally face-palms, a breathless laugh escaping him, forcing his smile wider.
he starts another sentence, attempting to shoot his shot. "h-hey, we should-"
you hear one of your friends call out for you, waving at ness, leaving him and the book behind all alone.
he clutches the book tight in his palm, dissapointed in himself. (he managed to find you on instagram like a week after that)
bunny iglesias
you were busy with your shift at a cafe at the time, being motioned over to take his order
your jaw nearly dropped upon seeing who you were serving.
but he was equally as surprised.
pleasantly surprised.
you were drop-dead gorgeous, the type of woman he'd spot on the cover of a vogue magazine.
"oh my gosh, i'm a really big fan," you burst out with a sound of unadulterated surprise, unable to believe your eyes.
he noticed your grip trembling on the pen you held, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.
"thank you, cariño," he grins, basking in the admiration in your eyes.
"why's such a pretty lady like you working here, hm?" he questions, attempting to make some kind of move on you.
before you could respond, a waiter called out for you, leaving you forced to comply.
you sighed softly, giving him a sudden wave off as you walked off to attend to seperate matters.
bunny never got the chance to see you again after that (leaving him bummed out for the rest of the day)
hugo vivian
you'd bumped into him on the street due to the tears blurring your vision.
he held you steady to prevent you tripping and falling as you stumbled backwards.
he was mildly stunned at the tears streaming down your face, then he found himself taken further aback at how stunning you were.
even with your lashes wet and your nose red, you were the most gorgeous woman he'd laid eyes on.
you realized who it was you'd ran into, mood shifting right away.
"w-wait-" sniffle "i-i'm a huge fan." your voice wavered, struggling to compose yourself.
"is that so?" he murmurs, too focused on how ethereal you look before him.
he reaches out, thumb wiping excess tears pooling around the edges of your puffy eyes.
you stifle a shriek as he does so, cheeks flushing beet-red.
he sees no problem in his actions; he's simply trying to cheer up a beautiful girl.
"i actually- have to go-" you blurt out, offering him a smile on your pretty lips before you rushed off.
at least he got to see you smile, but he hadn't gotten the chance to ask for your number.
what a bummer, he thought to himself. you were far more captivating compared to any of the blank books he'd ever skimmed through in his life time.
the clip starts with japan winning. everyone's screaming, confetti cannons are going off, commentators are losing their minds, and somehow the most viral moment of the night isn't the winning goal.
no. it's isagi grabbing your hands and pulling you onto the grass.
"yoichi, there are cameras."
"i know."
"yoichi."
"just one dance!”
and then he's spinning you around like you're in some cheesy romance movie instead of the middle of a packed stadium.
the dance itself isn't even good. that's what makes it worse.
he almost trips over his own cleats. you nearly step on his foot. neither of you know what you're doing.
but he's genuinely laughing. grabbing your hands, mirroring your moves, just being an absolute goofball.
and the internet collectively explodes because when was the last time anyone saw isagi yoichi looking that carefree?
the edits are everywhere.
"he won the match, but look at the way he looks at HER."
"bro dances like a divorced father, but this is cute."
"if they break up i'm suing."
people start calling it "the victory dance."
every time isagi wins after that, cameras immediately pan toward you because they're waiting to see if he'll do it again.
and guess what? he does. every single time.
itoshi rin
rin has never willingly participated in fan service a day in his life. which is exactly why the photo becomes a historical event.
you post a mirror selfie. both of you are flipping off the camera. rin's standing beside you looking unusually relaxed.
and then people notice your nails.
your right middle finger has a tiny painted 1. your left middle finger has a tiny painted 0.
10. his jersey number.
the internet loses consciousness.
because hold on. you spent actual money (rin’s money) getting a customized manicure dedicated to this emotionally constipated man?
and somehow the bigger shock is rin. he's smiling. SMILING.
the comments immediately become:
"HE LOOKS SO PROUD."
"THAT'S THE HAPPIEST I'VE EVER SEEN HIM."
"she painted his jersey number on her nails and bro folded instantly."
there are entire threads analyzing the picture, zooming into rin's face, circling the smile, writing essays in the comments.
apparently, getting his jersey number painted on your nails is the equivalent of proposing marriage to itoshi rin.
they’re right tho. expect that ring sooner than you think, baby girl.
itoshi sae
sae accidentally creates 6 months worth of shipping content with one interview.
a reporter asks him why he chose his current jersey number. it’s a simple question that expects an easy answer.
except sae says: "it's my favorite date."
the interviewer laughs. "what happened on that date?"
and sae, completely unaware of the nuclear bomb he's about to drop, responds: "my girlfriend was born."
oh wow.
then chaos.
because excuse me? YOUR BIRTHDAY? HE PICKED HIS JERSEY NUMBER BASED ON YOUR BIRTHDAY?
the clip gets 50 million views it’s INSANE.
everyone starts posting:
"he carries her birthday on his back every game."
"that's the most romantic thing i've ever heard."
"sae itoshi when emotional vulnerability enters the room omg."
the funniest part is that sae genuinely doesn't understand why everyone's freaking out. he thought it was normal.
why wouldn't he choose something important to him?
all the while the internet is planning your wedding.
nagi seishiro
at first, nobody notices. then somebody makes a compilation. suddenly, it's over for both of you.
every paparazzi picture. every stadium photo. every post-match photo. every candid. nagi is looking at you. every single one.
you're talking to someone else? he's looking at you.
you're taking photos with fans? he's looking at you.
you're staring at the field? he's staring at you staring at the field.
people start making side-by-side collages. hundreds of photos. same result.
nagi's eyes are always on you.
there's one particularly devastating picture where you're watching fireworks after a championship win. everyone else is looking at the sky. nagi is looking at you.
the photo goes triple platinum.
comments read:
"bro found a prettier view."
"he's literally doing the boyfriend stare."
"nagi looks at her like she's the loading screen before his favorite game."
even sports photographers start joking about it.
they keep trying to get action shots of nagi and somehow end up capturing him staring at you instead.
mikage reo
reo accidentally exposes himself during an interview. and it's entirely his own fault.
the interviewer asks about motivation. mindset. success. all that serious athlete stuff.
reo answers confidently. then he casually says: "well, i always think that success is nice, but it's meaningless if you don't have someone to share it with."
the interviewer pauses. fans pause. because that sentence sounds familiar. very familiar.
someone immediately digs up an old interview you did months ago. and there it is. word for word. exactly the same.
"success is nice, but it's meaningless if you don't have someone to share it with."
same wording. same phrasing. same everything.
reo literally quoted you like a man who had memorized the line.
the internet catches it within minutes. and they're merciless.
"HE STOLE HER HOMEWORK."
"BRO CITED HIS SOURCE INCORRECTLY."
"reo mikage accidentally reveals he hangs onto every word she says."
"that's not your opinion king, that's HER opinion."
reo tries denying it, tries claiming it's a coincidence.
nobody believes him.
especially when another compilation drops showing him accidentally repeating things you've said on 3 separate occasions.
at that point, the internet's conclusion is unanimous: reo mikage is down horrendous and apparently has your dialogue saved in his brain's permanent storage.
bachira meguru
bachira accidentally creates one of the internet's favorite relationship moments because of a post-match interview.
he's sweaty, exhausted, still running on adrenaline from the game. the reporter is asking random questions to fill airtime. favorite goal? favorite stadium? favorite celebration? normal stuff.
then they ask: "what's your favorite sound?" expecting to hear something like “the cheers from the crowd,” etc.
bachira doesn't even hesitate. "her laugh."
the reporter blinks. "sorry?"
"my girlfriend's laugh."
the clip should've ended there. it would've already been viral. except bachira keeps talking, completely unaware of the damage he's causing.
"it's different every time, y'know? sometimes she snorts when something's really funny. sometimes she laughs so hard she can't breathe. sometimes she starts laughing before she can even tell the joke. it rotates between bronchitis, an asthma attack, a windex spray bottle–"
the interviewer is staring. the cameraman is staring. everyone watching this is staring. why does this man have categories? why has he studied your laugh enough to recognize different versions of it?
fans immediately start posting:
"he knows her laugh lore."
"bro has laugh DLC unlocked."
"that's actually the most in-love thing i've ever heard."
then somebody uploads a compilation of your public appearances. and somehow bachira is right. there are different laughs. he can apparently identify all of them.
the internet decides that's either incredibly romantic or completely insane. nobody can agree which.
shidou ryusei
shidou's scandal starts because he gets caught celebrating with the wrong person.
after scoring a goal, players are supposed to celebrate with teammates. that's the whole point.
instead, shidou immediately runs toward the stands. toward you.
the cameras follow him because they assume he's hyping up the crowd. he's not.
rather, he points directly at you. you point back. and the two of you somehow perform a completely choreographed celebration. perfect timing and synchronization, emphasizing you two clearly practiced beforehand.
the stadium goes silent for half a second. then absolutely erupts. what do you mean you two rehearsed a goal celebration? how many times did you practice that? where? when?? why???
the clip gets 10 million views overnight.
people start noticing it isn't even the first time. there’s been different matches, countries, celebrations, all coordinated and all involving you somehow.
one week, it's matching hand signs.
another week, it's a ridiculous dance.
another week, it's a heart shape that shidou insists is "totally not romantic." nobody believes him.
fans become convinced the two of you are secretly spending your free time inventing increasingly ridiculous celebrations together.
which, fortunately for shidou, is completely true.
karasu tabito
karasu's downfall begins with a microphone accidentally picking him up.
he thinks nobody can hear him. that's the problem.
before a match, cameras are filming warmups. you happen to walk by the sidelines. karasu notices.
and without even thinking about it, mutters: "damn, she's cute."
the microphone catches everything. everything.
the broadcast doesn't notice until later. but fans do. immediately.
cuz hold on. the same karasu who spends 90% of his life roasting people? the same man who acts allergic to sincerity? that karasu?
there are edits. slow motion replays. subtitles. someone adds the cutest songs over it.
another person writes: "bro forgot his internal monologue was supposed to stay internal."
karasu spends weeks getting bullied by teammates.
you spend weeks laughing at him.
the internet decides that catching a man complimenting his girlfriend when he thinks nobody is listening is infinitely more romantic than any public declaration.
kaiser michael
kaiser's is devastating because it's entirely silent.
during a championship celebration, players are spraying champagne everywhere. everyone's running around screaming and celebrating. the photographers are taking hundreds of pictures.
one photo goes viral. then another. then another. then another.
because in every single image, kaiser is subconsciously making sure you're okay.
a hand on your shoulder while people push past.
guiding you away from flying corks.
moving a champagne bottle before it sprays directly into your face.
offering you his jacket when it gets cold.
small things. tiny gestures. nobody would notice them individually.
until someone stitches them together.
suddenly, the internet realizes that while everyone else is celebrating the championship, kaiser is monitoring you like you're the most important thing in the stadium.
the comments are in shambles.
"that's not a boyfriend. that's a bodyguard."
"he's tracking her location like a GPS."
"kaiser can locate her in a crowd faster than he can locate the goal."
and because kaiser hates giving people answers, he refuses to explain any of it. which only makes the shipping even worse.
ness alexis
ness accidentally exposes himself every single time you appear in public together.
he doesn’t exactly say anything. rather, it’s his face.
there's an entire fan account dedicated solely to tracking "the ness expression."
you know the one. the look he gets whenever you do literally anything.
talking? ness expression.
laughing? ness expression.
existing? ness expression.
someone makes a compilation video. it's 5 minutes long.
the title is: "alexis ness looking at his girlfriend like she invented happiness."
the worst clip happens during a red carpet event. you're answering a reporter's question. the camera accidentally cuts to ness. who is not listening to the interview at all.
he's just staring. completely mesmerized. smiling to himself. looking like he forgot there are other people in the room.
when the clip goes viral, fans start comparing him to those disney princes who see the princess for the first time and immediately lose all cognitive function.
ness tries defending himself: "that's not what i look like!”
then someone posts another 20 examples.
the case is closed.
the internet's final verdict? alexis ness has never once beaten the allegations in his entire life.
chigiri hyoma
chigiri accidentally becomes the internet's favorite boyfriend because of one very unfortunate paparazzi trend.
it starts when fans notice something weird: whenever photos of the two of you get taken in public, chigiri is always carrying your stuff. always.
your purse? on his shoulder.
shopping bags? in his hands.
your jacket because you got too warm? folded neatly over his arm.
your drink? he's holding it.
your phone? somehow also in his possession.
at first, people think it's a coincidence. then more photos appear. and more. and more. different days. different outfits. same result. you are walking around completely empty-handed while chigiri resembles a traveling pack mule.
someone finally makes a compilation. 57 freaking photos. every single one shows him carrying at least one of your belongings.
the internet is hysterical.
"girl's inventory is stored entirely in chigiri hyoma."
"he's not her boyfriend. he's her backpack."
"why is she walking around like a disney princess while this man is carrying three bags and a cute beverage?"
it gets even funnier when fans realize chigiri never looks annoyed ever. in fact, he usually looks completely relaxed. sometimes he's even talking while carrying everything, as if this arrangement was established years ago.
a reporter eventually asks him about it. "fans noticed you're always carrying your girlfriend's things."
chigiri looks genuinely confused. "yeah? what of it?"
“well, why?"
"because she doesn't want to."
the clip gets 12 million views. because the answer wasn't "because i have to." it wasn't "because she asks." it wasn't even "because i'm being nice." it was simply: “because she doesn't want to.”
that’s reason enough for him.
barou shoei
barou's entire shipping scandal starts because he makes one mistake. one. single. mistake.
during an interview, he's sitting there looking annoyed as usual, answering questions with the enthusiasm of a man being forced to be on camera. the reporter asks him something. barou reaches for his phone to check something.
then the screen lights up. for less than a second. that's all it takes. well, he should know that his fans are attentive.
the interview clip gets posted online and within 10 minutes someone has already zoomed in, enhanced the image, adjusted the brightness, sharpened the pixels, and somehow identified the lock screen photo.
and it is not what anyone expected. because you're not posing. you're not dressed up. you're not looking glamorous.
you are sitting at a restaurant with your cheeks stuffed full of food, looking deeply confused, probably because barou said something stupid right before the picture was taken. the photo is objectively terrible.
the internet loses its mind. like hold on, you're gorgeous. there are thousands of professional photos of you. red carpet photos. magazine covers. and barou chose that one? that’s the photo he sees every time he unlocks his phone?
fans immediately understand the implications. that's not a photo someone picks because it's pretty. that's a photo someone picks because it makes them smile.
the memes begin instantly.
"he had access to heaven itself and chose a picture of her eating mozzarella sticks."
"that's not his girlfriend. that's his favorite person."
"barou looking at this picture after every notification:"
people become obsessed with the fact that the photo isn't flattering. it means he loves the version of you that nobody else sees. the version that's laughing too hard, making weird faces, stealing food off his plate when you promised you weren't hungry.
and when a reporter finally asks him about it months later, barou immediately gets defensive. "what's wrong with the picture?"
"nothing. people just expected something more romantic."
"... it is romantic."
the room goes silent. barou realizes what he just said. the interviewer realizes what he just said. the internet realizes what he just said.
and suddenly "it is romantic" is trending worldwide.
yukimiya kenyu
yukimiya accidentally creates one of the most beloved relationship clips on the internet entirely because he answered a question too quickly.
it happens after a match. the game was intense, the stadium is still packed, and he's doing one of those fan interaction events near the sidelines. he's signing jerseys, taking photos, chatting with supporters. the usual.
you're standing nearby, waiting for him to finish. then a little girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, walks up to him. she's shy. holding a tiny soccer ball.
yukimiya kneels down so he's at eye level with her and signs it. everyone thinks it's a sweet interaction.
then the girl asks: "are you famous?"
the people around them laugh. because of course he is. he's yukimiya kenyu.
he smiles. "i guess so."
the little girl thinks about that answer for a second. then points directly at you, who is standing a few feet away. and asks: "what about her?"
nobody expects anything special. most people assume he'll say you're famous, too. or maybe introduce you.
but instead, yukimiya glances over at you and immediately says: "she's more important."
just like that. without hesitation. without thinking. without even realizing what he said.
the little girl nods like that answer makes perfect sense.
the surrounding fans, however, nearly collapse. did he seriously just say that???
the clip spreads online within hours. people replay it over and over. and point out how quick he was with his reply. there was no pause. no consideration or moment of thought. his answer was immediate and instinctive. the kind of response that comes from the heart before your brain catches up.
fans become obsessed.
"he didn't even have to think about it."
"bro answered that question faster than he answers interview questions about soccer."
"you can literally see him look at her and forget he's a celebrity."
the clip somehow gets even worse when people notice what happens afterward. because after saying it, yukimiya looks over at you. and smiles a small smile. the smile that's completely different from the polished media-trained one he uses for cameras.
and suddenly the internet has a second thing to obsess over. there are edits. compilations. slow-motion zoom-ins. people calling it the "more important" clip.
months later, reporters are still bringing it up. every single time, yukimiya gets embarrassed.
from his perspective, he genuinely doesn't understand what the big deal is. the little girl asked a question. he answered honestly. of course you're more important.
that was never something he had to think about.
kunigami rensuke
kunigami accidentally reveals the most devastatingly wholesome habit imaginable during a documentary.
the camera crew is filming at his house showing his routine, his gym, his kitchen, normal athlete documentary stuff.
then they get to the refrigerator. and everybody notices it: a tiny collection of colorful sticky notes. at least 20 of them. all written in neat handwriting that is clearly not his. but yours.
the documentary crew asks about it. and now everyone learns the truth.
every time you leave his house, you write him a little note. sometimes it's encouragement. sometimes it's reminders. sometimes it's complete nonsense.
"don't forget your keys."
"good luck today!"
"you're banned from buying more protein powder."
"the leftovers are mine."
instead of throwing them away, kunigami keeps every. single. one.
the internet is instantly reduced to tears. the sticky notes aren’t organized or displayed nicely. they're just stuck all over the fridge because he likes seeing them.
fans immediately start posting:
"he kept the receipt."
"that's a six-foot hero built like a tank and he's collecting sticky notes like treasure."
"your honor, he's gone."
and when asked why he keeps them, kunigami looks genuinely confused. "because she wrote them for me." as if that's the most obvious answer in the world.
which somehow makes everyone cry even harder.
hiori yo
hiori becomes a shipping victim because of a single tweet. or rather, because of what he likes.
hiori rarely posts, interacts, does anything online. which is why fans immediately notice that he has liked approximately every post you've ever made. within minutes. every single time.
new selfie? liked.
random photo of the beach at night? liked.
picture of a sandwich? liked.
tweet saying you're bored? liked.
one fan makes a spreadsheet. an actual spreadsheet tracking the timestamps. they discover hiori is consistently among the first people to interact, sometimes within 30 seconds. the spreadsheet goes viral.
people start calling him your strongest soldier.
the funniest part comes when someone asks him about it during an interview. "hiori, fans noticed you like a lot of your girlfriend's posts."
hiori blinks, thinks for a moment, then casually responds: "yeah."
"..."
"am i not supposed to?"
the clip immediately gets 20 million views.
because no, hiori doesn't understand why everyone's making a big deal out of it. he just likes seeing you.
the internet considers that the most romantic answer possible.
iglesias bunny
bunny accidentally causes a relationship apocalypse during an awards show.
he wins an award. it’s a huge moment. everyone expects some emotional speech. maybe a thank you to fans. his family. his teammates.
instead, bunny walks up to the microphone, accepts the trophy, and immediately starts looking around the room.
the audience is confused. the host is confused. the cameras are confused.
then he spots you sitting near the front. his entire face lights up. and suddenly, the speech becomes less of a speech and more of a conversation. with you, specifically.
he keeps making comments directly toward your table. you laugh. he gets distracted. he forgets what he's saying twice.
at one point, he literally points at you and says: "see? that's why i practiced this speech."
the crowd starts screaming. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? she helped you practice? how many times did you rehearse? how involved is she?
the internet spends weeks making compilations of bunny completely abandoning the existence of everyone else in the room the second he spots you.
the final verdict? bunny iglesias could be standing in front of 10,000 people and he'd still somehow only be talking to one.
hugo vivian
hugo gets exposed because he cannot stop making you laugh. that's it. that's the entire problem.
every public appearance. every red carpet. every livestream. every interview. all of it somehow ends with you laughing so hard you can't breathe.
and nobody knows why. the cameras never catch it. they only catch the aftermath – you doubled over laughing. hugo looking incredibly pleased with himself.
the internet becomes obsessed. what is he saying? what secret knowledge does this man possess?
then one day a microphone finally catches it. the answer is devastating.
you're walking together before an event, completely normal conversation.
then hugo points at a passing car and quietly goes: "zoom." you laugh.
he points at another one. "beep beep." you laugh harder.
then he spots a motorcycle. without missing a beat: "vrrrrroooom."
the microphone catches EVERYTHING.
everyone is horrified. THAT'S IT? that's the joke? those are the elite comedic talents responsible for all these viral laughing fits of yours?
people start digging through old clips. now everything makes sense. the random smiles. the giggling. the times you've buried your face in his shoulder to stop laughing. the answer was never some brilliant joke. it was just hugo making sound effects.
fans immediately lose their minds.
"she laughs at him like he's the funniest man alive and bro is literally going 'beep beep.'"
"the standards are in hell."
"he found the love of his life because she thinks of onomatopoeia as comedy."
the funniest part is that after the clip goes viral, hugo doubles down. he starts making even more sound effects in public.
they keep working on you. every single time without fail.
aabi's note: it's my first time writing for bunny and shidou i'm scared
synopsis: he got into a physical fight at work, so you kiss his wounds goodbye
warnings: mentions of fighting, violence, &. blood. also cursing + suggestive stuff.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
rin is the type to get emotionally stroked by even the slightest comment. he especially gets emotionally stroked by ryusei shidou's dangerous words.
the two were always caught up in some heated banter because shidou loved to tease and rin always reacted to shidou's teasing. them being teammates who always had to play together made things between them ten times worse.
you never thought their fights would extend to violence though.
you heard about some rumors about the two fighting again on pitch, but you didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just something shidou said to your boyfriend and your boyfriend taking it more seriously than soccer.
but then rin came home with his hair covering half of his face as if he was trying to hide something. you were quick to clock that he was hiding some scars he got while throwing hands with shidou.
"seriously, you got into a fist fight with shidou ryusei?" you scoffed. "what are you guys? middle-schoolers?"
"he hit me first," rin growled. he looked like he still wanted to fight. for a split second, you thought you two would end up in a brawl.
"doesn't mean you need to hit him back," you sighed, cleaning rin's wounds. "and what were you thinking about fighting during a match? it's documented by the press. now you guys are gonna be on the headlines for bad news."
"at least that fucking insect will be known for his violence," rin hissed. "he'll never get signed for any better contracts. just watch."
"you fighting back is also recorded by the way," you added.
rin then began rambling about his die-hard hatred towards shidou and how he would kill the eccentric man with his own bare hands if he could. you could tell rin was incredibly angry.
there was only one thing you could do to make your boyfriend calm down.
smooch.
you pressed a kiss on rin's busted lip. and then another one, and another one.
rin shut up immediately, melting to the feeling of your lips on his.
"what are you doing?" he groaned.
"i'm helping you feel better," you murmured softly before placing a fat kiss on a scar.
after a while of kissing the injuries on his face, you asked him, "feel good now?"
"no." rin glared at you, but his cheeks were bright pink. you knew he wasn't satisfied and wanted more kisses, so that'd be exactly what you'd do.
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae was always cool and composed, knowing how to tactfully get out of a situation that could possibly lead to a fight.
but who knew his criticism to a new teammate, who just transferred to re al, would end up with him getting brutally punched on his pretty face.
"it was an unexpected occurrence," sae muttered as you inspected his wound, which was basically a black eye. "nobody ever behaves recklessly like that. they don't act like that with me either."
"so did you fight back orrr?" you asked curiously.
"of course not. i'm not unhinged or immoral," he responded, slightly knitting his brows.
"but you wanted to?"
"i just told you i'm not unhinged or immoral."
"ugh you're making me not even want to care about the fact you got hurt," you scoffed with playful intentions.
"then don't." sae's voice was serious and his plain expression added to his seriousness.
you muttered some insults towards him under his breath before leaving him alone. maybe his high and mightly self deserved to get beat up.
later that night, you were chilling on the sofa, scrolling on your phone. you expected sae to be in bed. he took his sleep schedule seriously being the disciplined athlete he is.
the door to your bedroom opened and you heard some shuffling. your assumptions were quickly proven wrong.
"why aren't you in bed?" sae slowly approached the living room. when he was in your clear sight, he crossed his arms and threw you a disapproving look. of course the disciplined sae itoshi would be highly concerned about his partner's health too.
"does it matter?"
"you're acting so pissy today"
"so don't piss me off even more itoshi."
"ok sorry," he quickly apologized. sae stood there awkwardly for a couple moments before taking a seat on the sofa. he was sitting right next to where your feet were resting. normally, when you weren't pissed at him, you'd put your feet on his lap.
this time, sae took your feet in his lap and gently began massaging them.
"it hurts," sae confessed. "the injury."
"well no shit," is what you wanted to say, but you remained silent, waiting for your boyfriend to say anything more.
"don't avoid me or else it'll hurt more."
that stroked your ego a lot. he isn't the type to use his words a lot, so hearing itoshi sae's clinginess and dependency for you made you slightly feral.
"fine, i forgive you for being annoying," you murmured, slowly crawling into his lap. "but next time i won't be as forgiving."
"you say that every time," sae murmured. "yet you're quick to come back to me. now show me some love, will you?"
you rolled your eyes and smacked your lips on the growing purple-ness on sae's eye, making him sigh softly.
"now it'll heal faster."
𝄞𝄢 iglesias bunny.
bunny's the type of guy to give a stranger on the street the deadliest death threat ever. he's quick to ensure that the smile of the sweetest person is wiped off. it was just his nature to spread threats joy in the world!
but nobody says threats without getting threatened back. or without getting beaten up back.
"hermosa, it hurtttsssss," bunny whined.
"well you deserved that. it's karma for being so fucking mean to innocent people," you retorted. there was no way in hell you'd pay any mind to what bunny had to say. he had just threatened to cut up a little boy's jersey earlier, which was ironically a bunny jersey. and that was all because he hated the boy's smile.
the boy's dad ended up throwing hands, pulling bunny into quite the violent fight. bunny got a couple of wounds which were not that serious. you did clean up his wounds, but he was still whining and groaning.
"but it hurt's so bad." bunny pouted. "i don't deserve this much pain."
"yeah because you deserve way more."
at the sound of your remark, bunny grinned widely. he loved when you got all sassy and rude to him. he has such weird taste.
"can you give me one kiss here to make it feel better?" bunny pouted and pointed to a scar near the corner of his lip.
you shook your head. "no."
"please."
"no."
"please, mi corazon."
"i said no."
"please."
"fine!"
you didn't want to hear any more of bunny's whining so despite being irritated at him, you still approached him and kissed him.
before you knew it, bunny's arms were wrapped around your waist, trapping you in between his legs and you were, unfortunately, forced to end up kissing the rest of his injuries.
"ah, mi vida look! my injuries are already healing!" bunny pointed to a bruise on his cheekbone.
it wasn't healing, rather turning into a disgusting mix of purple and green.
𝄞𝄢 shidou ryusei.
when was shidou not getting into a fight?
he was always threatening individuals with the freakiest shit ever, so of course he'd end up throwing hands with a random person.
today's fight happened to be on the field. and it was with none other than itoshi rin.
you knew the two have been fighting since all the way back during their shared time together in blue lock. being teammates in psg made things worst.
shidou loved "joking" around with rin and rin took each of those "jokes" personally.
"so you said you were going to jerk him off after he supposedly stole your goal?" you were not exactly shocked at shidou's antics, but you were disappointed.
"oh yeahhh." shidou nodded with an overly enthusiastic grin curled on his lips. "i know he'd enjoy it tho, 'specially from me," he added with a wink.
"ew shut up nasty." you poked a cut on shidou's face with a q-tip, releasing a moan out of it.
"harderrr!" shidou rolled his eyes back like he was having an orgasm.
"next time i hope rin beats you up so bad that you end up having a coma for eternity," you bitterly muttered despite being secretly amused by his eccentric behavior.
"hey don't be so mean," shidou whined, batting his lashes at you. he leaned in closer and forced that sarcastic puppy face. "y'know i'm into that."
you sighed and shook your head, only to kiss the little wounds on his cheeks. even though shidou was an odd ball, at the end of the day, he was still your cute boyfriend who you deeply loved and adored.
"oh yeah nghh, just like that!"
𝄞𝄢 nagi seishiro.
nagi is notoriously lazy.
and he is also the type to avoid fighting. he enjoys peace, and peace comes from the absence of conflict.
so it ended up being a big surprise to you that he got into a big, violent fight in the locker room after a heated game against a rivaling club.
"what even happened to you?" you asked after gasping upon seeing nagi's pale face littered with cuts which were, thankfully, not deep.
he pouted hard and slumped on top of you, putting all his body weight on you. "fight," is all he said.
moments later, the two of you were in your shared bedroom. you were searching for your first-aid kit while nagi was laying down on the bed (of course) and re-enacting what happened in the locker.
"we lost," he mumbled. "but we still scored. wasn't that bad."
"uh huh," you replied, searching within drawers.
"o'course i wanted to win. we all did... and we were all frustrated, i guess." nagi sighed before speaking again. "but dinky took out his frustration on me. punched me even tho i literally scored twice."
relief washed over you as you finally found the first-aid kit.
"fucking dinky," you scoffed bitterly. you made your way over to nagi, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed. he immediately pulled you closer so that you were practically sitting on his abdomen. "what were his parents thinking when they named him that???"
your comment made nagi let out a sleepy, halfhearted laugh.
"look what he did to you," you murmured, gently tracing the injuries on nagi's face. "i swear i'll kill that dick when i get the chance."
nagi didn't flinch when you touched his skin, only leaning closer to the warmth radiating off your hand. "if you kill him, 'm gonna get beat up more."
"nah, 'm gonna be killed right after," he quickly added.
you giggled at his words, but it was forced. how could you laugh when your baby was all beat up?
slowly and carefully, you began cleaning the scars and patching his face up. it hurt to see nagi all injured. and it hurt even more to see him wincing every time you dabbed a bit of rubbing alcohol on a scar.
gosh, what was that dinky even thinking?
once you were done fixing up nagi's face, you flopped on him. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close so that you were flush on top of him.
"i'm so sorry you had to go through that," you murmured softly against his skin.
" t's fine.. got to have your attention anyway."
you rolled your eyes playfully, then adjusted yourself so that your face was hovering over his.
you began kissing his face gently, trying to be as careful as possible to not hurt him by accident. nagi, surprised by your sudden pampering, hummed and pulled you even closer.
"so so sorry you went through that," you murmured in between kisses.
when you were done smothering his face with kisses, you glared at him.
"next time, you gotta fight back."
"only if you'll kiss me like this again," nagi murmured, sealing his "promise" with a kiss to your lips.
your favourite days with nagi are rainy ones. days when the world is muted from the sounds and colours outside, when they’re composed only of thick duvets and and choki’s silhouette against the grey window.
between them, you watch nagi.
his cheek pressed against the pillow, one sleepy chamomile eye open as he blinks awake. drowsy.
you stifle a smile and press closer. the pillow smells like soap and vaguely like honey; a trace of the tea you’d both had earlier in the day. there isn’t any urgency in the air, isn’t anything but the easy comfort of a day spent indoors and a day without anything awaiting the both of you tomorrow.
when nagi exhales, you feel more than hear his question. “are you bored? sorry. can do something later.”
“I’m not bored.”
he doesn’t doubt you. but nagi blinks at you, slow as a cat, and processing as much. considering you in the dim rainy light.
“this is more than enough,” you murmur, closing your own eyes.
there is a softness to the quiet, to the sound of rain and the feeling of assurance. nagi’s weight settles over you, firm and heavy, and though you complain, with tufts of white hair clouding your vision and the pillowy warmth under you, it rather feels like being crushed by a polar bear cub. you can’t find it any less than more than enough.
