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something something sebastian definitely has a slight southern drawl to his voice.
it’s more prevalent when he’s tired. his voice goes a little deeper, words less enunciated, and he’s long-forgotten putting on his pseudo-city accent to save face, to pretend that he isn’t part of pelican town.
it took him a while to figure out why you got so shy and flustered whenever the twinge of country-talk comes out to play, but he definitely uses it to his advantage once he realizes what’s going on.
“‘m going out to town later,” sebastian leans down to whisper next to your ear, a chaste kiss soon trailing from your shoulder to your neck, “need me to get ya’ anythin’ while i’m out?”
his head drops down then, nestling into the crook of your neck, while his arms wrap around you from behind. you’re stood frozen in shock, hands gripping at the kermit the frog themed coffee mug as you scrambled to find words — literally any words.
“or i could stay home…” sebastian’s words trailed off as his hand wandered into your (his) nightshirt with a tempting touch. “‘n we could go back to bed. wanna have some fun, darlin’?”
IN WHICH — you’re kageyama’s tutor for a grand total of 4 weeks (and its both a blessing and a curse)
EXTRA — crack, fluff, kageyama is a dry texter, we are silently crashing out, based on these two requests (1 & 2)
A/N — dedicated to mayo (@mayoeinase) & jae (@kagstobioisthelightofmylife), the biggest tobio enthusiasts i know 🧐😂🙏
&& i had to include a nique (@showhay) cameo !!!!
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for any character who canonically has an accent, why do people always make them say ‘yer’ or wtv even in texts??? im sorry guys but i hate it so much bc i say ‘yer’ and would never actually type that out😭😭
warnings: nothing! just some good ol’ firefighter yuuji content
If there was ever to be textbook definition of ‘the perfect husband’, it would be Itadori Yuuji. His handsome mug would be right on the cover. While he had his flaws, just like every other person, his abundance of good qualities more than made up for them.
He was doting, so incomprehensibly loving and gentle. One couldn’t begin the fathom the love he held within his golden heart. He had the charisma that could take him anywhere he wanted in the world, and the sheer determination to prove he deserved to be there. He was pure brawn. Now an adult, he was a gorgeous and charming six-foot-four package of almost pure muscle.
The world was at his fingertips. But he turned it away, in favour of being by your side.
He was your husband, and you were the light of his life. The ‘wind beneath his wings’ as he would say.
Weekly flowers to liven up your kitchen, foot rubs after a long shift, spontaneous dates to the arcade that made you feel like you were still a teenager— he gave you it all without question. Anything you wanted was yours.
Itadori Yuuji, your playful and kind man, was sure he would someday manage to give you the moon.
But right now, he was focused on giving you a home. For years, you had stayed in the very first apartment you moved in to together.
It wasn’t a terrible place to live by any means, you had a roof over your head and warmth, but it was no place for a woman like you. Yuuji’s words, not yours.
Your husband wanted you to have a traditional home, on the outskirts of the city for that peace and quiet everyone dreamed of, but close enough to the city for convenience. A main room with tatami mats for tea and relaxing, with doors that opened wide to allow you to look out onto a pretty and flourishing garden. A bathroom with a tub so big you could completely submerge yourself in bubbles after a hard day’s work.
And so, Yuuji was working overtime to get you that house.
Firefighters already worked long hours, the shortest shifts being ten hours, and the longest being a full day. One entire day without seeing you, which Yuuji considered pure hell.
But now, he had offered himself up to be on call twenty-four-seven. Cracking his eyes open at the break of dawn, barely getting through his shower routine as he hastily made himself some toast to munch on whilst he trudged out the door with his heavy duffle over his shoulder.
And that’s why, you were alone.
And as you waited for Yuuji to arrive home, T-Minus five hours, you doomscrolled. Obviously.
With the rain hammering against the window’s of your apartment, and gutters and drains flooding outside, you had become a temporary shut in. Taking the less than pleasant weather as an excuse to sip wine and scroll through social media.
Although, rather than scrolling your for you page, you decided upon stalking some friends via your following. With it being summer, although the rain would make you think otherwise, your friends were doing all sorts of fun things, and they were surely posting about it all.
Firstly, you heard the sweet sound of a Beabadoobee song over a video your girl-friend had taken of the view from her hotel balcony. Hues of pinks and oranges melting together against a crystalline ocean view on white, sandy beaches. Her well manicured hand came into view as she gripped the glass railing, and she turned the camera around to herself. Hair slicked back and hoops in her ears, tan lines already visible on her shoulders.
“Lucky bitch.” You muttered with feigned scorn, pulling up the comment section to leave a little message that she would probably not see for a few days, too busy enjoying the sun.
Next, a get-ready-with-me posted by a close colleague on her spam account. She was definitely a type B kind of girl. It was evident through the stained beauty blender and old brushes held together by tape, not to mention how she had cut open her tube of moisturiser to scrape all of the lotion that refused to squeeze out normally.
We’ve all been there, you thought, snorting.
Rants, dumb trends, dances, hauls, thirst traps, you continued scrolling and sipping.
Although, you soon saw a messy head of pink hair, dampened by sweat and a little misshapen due to the wear of a hat. Your husband had posted. Which was definitely odd.
Despite being chronically online and glued to Tik Tok like flies to honey, he never posted much himself. In fact, he was only ever seen on your account. His own page was repost central, none of the content being his own.
Yuuji was in his car. Skin glistening from putting out what was likely a small fire caused by an old woman forgetting to turn the stove off, he gripped his lunch box tight in his hands as he sat in the drivers seat. Starting off the video with a fat, cheesy grin, he then waved. Big and loud despite the action itself being silent.
“Hey, hey, hey! First video, so don’t make fun of me.” He greeted, pointing to the camera as a mocking threat.
“The hell is he doing?” You muttered, slumping down further into the couch and adjusting the pillow behind you.
Inhaling, he then continued, eyes crinkled with the smile that seemingly never left his face. “I’m a fire fighter, so I work these real long shifts. And my wife, hey baby,” he began, stupidly winking with the little greeting meant only for you, “packs me super cute lunches. She’s been doing this for like…” He paused to think, mouth tightening with a thoughtful pout and chocolate eyes looking to the roof of his car. “A year, I think. I mean, she’s always packed me lunches but they’ve gotten even sweeter recently.”
And that just set your already soft heart alight. A small frown tugging at your lips as your body relaxed back into the couch even further— because you were quite literally melting.
Your sweet, strong, beautiful man just randomly felt the urge to show off your little lunches online. How fucking adorable was that?
His tongue poked out of the corner of his slightly chapped lips as he began unzipping his lunch bag, brows furrowed as he pulled each container out to ready them for his little haul.
“Okayokay-“ He finally spoke again, holding up the first container and popping the lid off with some small clicks. In typical Yuuji fashion, he took a dramatic whiff, then clumsily aimed the open container to the camera.
“Niku dangooo!” He sang, then grinned once more. And sure enough, in the box were three home made chicken meatballs, extra ginger, glistening with a sauce you spent weeks perfecting. Garnished well with some spring onion and sesame seeds. “You see how good that looks? Honestly, I’m kinda mad because this was my signature dish and now she does it better than me…” He mumbled, picking up a skewer and taking a wolfish bite.
“I’m gonna need to find a new signature dish.” He loudly exclaimed through bites, jaw clenching with each chew.
Then, swallowing that bite, he placed the skewer back in the glass container, and moved onto the next box. Body almost shaking as he eagerly continued with his haul.
A gasp made it clear that this was the first time he had opened his lunch bag this day. It was as much as a surprise for him as it was for the viewers. “Ouuuu, she loves me, she loves me!” Your husband rushed out, pearly whites fully on display with his excitement.
Finding yourself giddy by proxy, you snickered softly. Bottom lip softly caught between your teeth as you watched with glee. You had a feeling you knew what he was so excited about.
With hands much too calloused and strong for a man so gentle, he gripped the smaller container and harshly tapped the sides of the box, forcing any viewer looking elsewhere to focus back on the food. “My wife is so good to me, look at that!” He whisper-yelled, slowly setting the container in his lap to carefully lift out whatever it was that was making him so chipper.
Taiyaki. Three, exactly. Golden and crisp, the fish shape a little wonky, but clearly made with an unquantifiable amount of love poured into it.
“You see this shit?” He then takes the fork you had packed for him, scraping the side of it gently across the crispy surface of the golden brown batter. The sound, crisp and smooth, for some reason made him shake his shoulders. Tongue poking out as he shook his head, silently screaming. Genuinely just being a weirdo and having a small freak out in his car, fuelled by pure excitement over the lunch his loving wife had made him.
“Bet you guys don’t have a wife that does this, huh? Huh?” He leans towards the camera, eyes widening before he quickly slumped back into the seat. “Gonna eat this now actually. It looks too good.” He murmured, already having inched the golden fish closer towards his mouth, letting his teeth sink into the crisp batter slow and savouring.
Yuuji nodded through his bites, holding his pointer finger and thumb close before tapping them together. Upon swallowing his bite, licking the crumbs and custard filling from his lips, he said “I see my wife do that sometimes. I dunno what it means, though. Lemme know if I did that right.”
He then set his taiyaki down with practiced care, almost like he was tucking a child into bed with how preciously he treated your savoury little fish shaped treats.
Eyeing the camera once more, he stretched his mouth wide and barred his teeth, “Oof- I’m running out of time.” Bringing his lunch bag to his lap again, he began fishing through the contents with more urgency, chanting ‘speed-run, speed-run, I’m a speed-runner-‘.
And somehow, within the next minute or so, he had managed to show off his favourite store bought onigiri which you had treated him to, described as ‘almost good as making out with my wife’. Two small bottles of yakult, as he is a ‘health king’, to which you called out for being an absolute fucking lie. He was a trash can for any kind of food, so quite the opposite. Chopped fruit mixed in with some little dark chocolate balls for a healthy treat, and chewing gum for the ‘inevitable stank breath’ the aforementioned Niku Dango would give him.
And on this video, that currently only stood at 12 likes and three comments, one Nobara and two from Todo, he ended the video with a smile. Eyes small and bunched up with the apples of his flushed cheeks glistening with sweat and grime, and posture relaxing with ease. “See you when I get home, baby! Mwah!”
You are so eating him up when he gets home.
i saw this sweet man on tik tok show off the lunch his wife made him, and he always says 'she loves me, she loves me!', so i just had to write this for yuuji! i forget the guys account name so if you know who im talking abt pls comment and lmk!!!
synopsis: physical trait/appearance headcanons i have for the first year trio! these are all simply headcanons, so don’t take them too seriously :)
Itadori Yuuji ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Warm eyes, a more chocolatey brown than anything, but in soft light they become pools of sweet, golden caramel. His lashes are nowhere near as long as Megumi’s, but they are long enough with the slightest curl to offer more of a doe like shape!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Thick, but softly arched brows. He has a little more space between his eyebrows and eyes than what is considered ‘handsome’ in Japan, but overall, his eyes are very pretty and warm.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 His hair has a fluffy, and slightly frizzy in bad humidity, texture that he can never get rid of. But he doesn’t exactly care to get rid of it either. He doesn’t care about appearance much, which is also why he’ll occasionally let his hair grow out longer than what he actually prefers. He could go months without a hair cut if he didn’t start getting irritated by having it in his eyes.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Beauty marks !! He has a lot of them across his body, mainly his back and shoulders, but he has a very prominent one of his neck.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A thicker, more muscular neck with larger traps. He lifts a lot, when working out and also when training. This goes for his everyday life too since he is viewed as the ‘muscle’ of the group, therefore he’s normally the one chosen to do any heavy lifting. As a result, his traps are quite prominent.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Plenty of old cuts on his knees and shins, now a faded pink colour. He was a pretty reckless kid, and also very kind and willing to help too, so he’s climbed a few trees to fetch toys and soccer balls caught in the branches.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Sharper canines! They aren’t super long in comparison to his other teeth, so he isn’t giving off a vampiric vibe or something like that, but they are quite sharp, and he doesn’t know why!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Discoloured knuckles. Even when not bruised, the skin on his knuckles adopts a more reddish colour than the rest of his hands. He also has thicker fingers and quite a few callouses.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A thinner top lip, and a heavier bottom lip. His lips are also considerably pinkish, and Nobara is jealous because she has to use a lip tint in order to achieve that colour </3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A more casual style. Nobara definitely upped his fashion game purely through making fun of his previously abhorrent outfits, so he knows how to dress himself better now. However, he still usually throws on whatever he has available, but the clothes he owns now are much nicer than what he used to have so everything matches no matter what he chooses. The only item clothing wise he really takes interest in are his shoes!
Fushiguro Megumi ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Sharper eyes. In comparison to Yuuji, Megumi’s eyes are quite narrow and have more of an almond shape. It always seems as if he is scrutinising or judging with how intense his gaze seems to be. Of course, they are a dark green in colour, almost like pine. The sharpness of his gaze is slightly softened by how unusually long and naturally curled his lashes are, making his glare less intimidating than it would be otherwise. He also has very little space between his eyebrows and eyes.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Pale skin. Megumi’s skin is verging on porcelain, even in high UV he won’t tan the slightest bit no matter how long he stays outside.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Slight eye bags. They’re not from a lack of sleep, but rather just genetics. Lilac and a little hue of blue due to how pale he is. They aren’t huge by any means, and in fact, they look quite nice on him.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Annoyingly perfect teeth. Sometimes, it seems like Megumi won the genetic lottery. His teeth are eerily straight and the whitest you can get without it looking uncanny or cosmetically altered. Nobara and Yuuji are convinced that he could forego brushing his teeth for an entire year without them yellowing, but Megumi is not willing to test this theory out.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A sleeper build. If you exclude his sharp gaze, Megumi’s physique is unassuming. In fact, he looks as if he would be quite lanky or just have the figure of any average guy, but he definitely has muscle. It’s only truly apparent when he flexes or is shirtless, and his physique comes from training and regular physical activity rather than actually working out to look the way he does.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Smooth, shiny hair. Partially due to a healthy diet and how consistent he is with his products. He doesn’t go out of his way to buy expensive hair care, but he also doesn’t change his routine. He simply found a shampoo and conditioner that he liked and stuck with it.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Clean finger nails and long nail beds. He never bit them as a child, he thought biting your nails was a dirty habit considering how many objects your hands come in contact with, so his nails just grew to be very strong and healthy.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Smaller, angular face. Once again, he is blessed. He is also lucky enough to have a defined jaw and high cheek bones. Although, he isn’t overly chiseled. Despite having very clearly defined bone structure, he maintains a certain softness that results in him being perceived as handsome yet also pretty.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 His style is comfortable, but he does actively make an effort. He owns dress shirts and slacks outside of his uniform in order to be prepared for certain occasions, but most of his wardrobe consists of plainer shirts. Boxy, slightly cropped short sleeves, and longer baggy shirts for colder months. He had a few graphic tees for shows and artists that he likes, though. He also doesn’t own a single pair of shorts outside of a singular pair he has to sleep in for when it gets too hot.
Kugisaki Nobara ⋆˚꩜｡
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 More rounded eyes, and has a double eyelid! Her eyes lean more towards hazel than a true brown, and her lashes have a slight curl, not too noticeable though. She was blessed with a double lash line, but they aren’t as long as she would like them to be! (The main reason for her beef with Megumi.)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Pale skin, but a warmer undertone. She isn’t very freckled so she absorbs sun quite well, which she doesn’t particularly like, so at the beach she is in the shade most of the time and takes sun protection very seriously.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A longer mouth with thinner lips, they come across as very delicate and elegant. Naturally quite pink, but she still always uses her lip tint!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Straight brows, a few shades lighter than her natural hair colour which is perfect for her considering she dyes her hair ginger! It makes it very easy for her to fill in her brows to match her hair.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A softer jaw and more rounded cheeks, very full at the apples! She is so cutie and looks absolutely adorable with a pink blush on. She appears to be very youthful because of her bone structure.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Low nose bridge, and a rounded tip, but from the front her nose appears to be very slim. It is the side profile of her nose that bothers her.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Takes care of her hair very well, she does a gloss every few weeks to make it super shiny! She has to invest in hair care more so than anyone else at the Tokyo school considering she dyes her hair and wants to prevent damage and dryness. Overall, her hair has a very sleek and polished shine due to her routine.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Her teeth are very white and straight for the most part, but I like to think that she has a little snaggle tooth. It pops out sometimes, and it’s adorable but she hates it.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Defined cupids bow! It adds to the aforementioned elegance of her lips.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Her fingers are a little short, but very lithe and thin, albeit with a few callouses from her using her hammer and fighting so often. She ensures that these are filed off every time she gets her nails done.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 She has three lobe piercings, but never wears her thirds! She always has a small pair of studs in her seconds no matter what, even for sleep, but swaps the firsts out depending on what she is feeling like that day! Usually, she opts for a small pair of hoops for a cleaner, put together look, but she has other ones for different occasions.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Her skin leans more towards dry which makes winter terrible for her, so a lot of her skin care focuses on hydration. Every now and then she gets a more visible dry patch and she genuinely considers skipping class because of it.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Her nails are always short almonds, and she leans towards a more neapolitan colour scheme. Think whites, vanilla-yellow, pink, and light brows, maybe a light green if she has a floral design in there. Always glossy, never matte.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 Style wise, she is very feminine and trendy, but simple. She knows what looks best on her and does not stray outside of that very often. She loves a babydoll or fitted blouse, and has a daily handbag that she is extremely emotionally attached too! She has decorated it with a ribbon and a few charms, but she doesn’t go very overboard as she wants to keep the original charm the bag had when she first bought it.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 As for makeup, she again knows how to enhance her natural features very well and is an expert on contour placement. We know that Nobara is considered more average looking in Japan, so she does follow makeup trends depending on what is considered most attractive at that time, so she mainly focuses on slimming her face and widening her eyes! I think for daily makeup, she leans more towards the Suppin style, but if she is going out into the city and gets to dress up a little more, she opts for Igari makeup!
hi! first post in a while omg *the crowd goes crazy*😱 i have not disappeared! i have a lot of WIPs, but i simply do not know how to write any of them so i have decided to not force myself lolz
r/aita for having a grindr profile while in a relationship? u/shidouisdeepinside
a little context for the title. i (18m) absolutely love my partner LET THAT BE KNOWN. but i’ve had my grindr profile even before meeting them and i cannot just GET RID of it. there’s too many memories. besides, monogamy has always infringed on my rights of freedoms.
anyway, my partner found out a couple days ago. we were chilling in some restaurant as we waited for our order. i had to take a pee super badly so i went to the bathroom, leaving my phone at the table we were sitting at. well, upon getting back, my partner was gone, and all that was left was my phone. with an opened grindr notification . . .
at this point i was utterly confused. disoriented if u will . . . because how could i just be abandoned like that?
anyway i tried calling them. five times. and not once was my call picked up. i really am genuinely confused . . . i mean i get it might be “cheating” but also i don’t think so. it’s more like experimenting. my partner won’t let be talk to them AT ALL and this has been honestly eating at me for days.
reddit, tell me, am i the asshole here? i really dont think so . . .
| u/cheetahprint..chigiri: based off title alone you’re the asshole like tf
| u/isagiyoi.11: This is a crazy one . . . Honestly if I were you I’d just go back to being single. YTA
| u/saeitoshi10: 😂 yta
> u/shidouisdeepinside: well hey there peachie 👀 wna do sum strange for a piece of change?
> u/saeitoshi10: ?
| u/onazilovesyou: now if this isnt the saddest thing i’ve ever seen … yta 😟
| u/H_Buratsuta: It all depends on the length of the relationship. Data points suggest that around the 3 month mark is when partners become majorly attached and co-dependent. If the relationship has surpassed that margin, then I believe YTA. If not? NTA
| u/xxotoya.exx: preach about the monogamy thing like holyyyy 😩 u are NTA bcs u speak the truth
> u/shidouisdeepinside: WE TWINS u should come over 👀👀 jk lolz …. orrr??
| u/rinthedestroyer: ew yta u sound like a bug go die
> u/shidouisdeepinside: okay wtf who pissed on your pillow
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> u/iggybunny: aw man :( now my phone just has hentai ads
| u/reoreoreo03: theyre probably homophobic i’d suggest breaking up with them and embracing who u truly are #nta
| u/julianloki.therealest: LMFAOOOOO dude i think u gotta break ur shit cuz ts is too much… yta.. LMFAO STOP IM DYING LIKE WTF IS THIS
> u/itzcharleschevy: hey lokz
> u/julianloki.therealest: log off bruh
| u/bumblingbachirahehe: grindr is crazy. 🤪 . i suggest talking to a counselor maybe it’ll help!! 😜🤠🫶
| u/keepingitrealbyhugo.v: Breathe. You’re not a villain. You have a tenderness to you, I can sense it :). Honestly, you’re a vibe! ✨
> u/shidouisdeepinside: fucking bot this doesnt help
| u/Chris.Princeisonline: I support the gays!! <33333 I am NOT homophobic!!
> u/Noel_Noa: Who was saying you were? Performative.
NOTE: #babysfirstcommission! Thank you to the lovely person who commissioned this. Ik I put my listing up as 1.5k words and you can pay to add more but since this is the first one evah I had to double it + I got carried away and had too much fun lol. I hope you love it as much as I did writing it!
The camera flashes were blinding, reflecting off the shiny hardwood floor of the gymnasium.
You stood at the end of the court, the captain’s band tight around your arm, a heavy gold medal gleaming against your jersey.
You smoothed your kit and swiped the white towel over your neck. Trying to at least look presentable for the camera.
"And we are here with the tournament MVP!" the sports reporter announced, shoving a microphone towards you as the cameraman angled for a close-up. "An incredible performance today! You were just… absolutely unmatched out there. But your journey hasn't been a straight line, has it? Rumor says that early in your high school career, you suffered an injury so severe that doctors weren't sure you'd ever play at this level again."
The reporter leaned in, her eyes wide, you're not sure if it was because of genuine interest or just for another good scoop. "As one of the best players in the nation right now, looking back... was there a moment where you had doubted yourself? Or a moment where you thought your dream was over? And how on earth did you overcome it?"
You blinked, the roar of the crowd suddenly fading into a distant hum. Your hand instinctively went down to your knee, feeling nothing but the faint cushion of your kneepad. The scar underneath the fabric started feeling warm.
You gave a light chuckle, a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
"Yeah uh," you said softly into the microphone, your eyes drifting away from the camera and up toward the stands, searching the crowd until you spotted a very familiar shock of bright pink hair waving wildly in the front row. "There was a time when I thought I was done for good. It did happen and you know, I fell into a really bad place. I mean… I thought my worst nightmare had come true, and I didn't think I'd ever have the strength to stand on a court again, let alone go to Nationals."
You took a deep breath, the memories flooding back with clarity.
—
The gym had never felt so loud, and at the same time so completely empty.
You could still hear the echo of it—that awful, sickening *crack* in your knee right before you hit the hardwood.
One moment you were soaring, meeting the ball at the apex of your jump, ready to send it streaming down your line of vision. The next, gravity fucking you up.
The doctor’s office a day later had been suffocating. The old man that smelled too much like cigarettes used big, clinical words like *anterior cruciate ligament* and *reconstruction*, but all you heard was the subtext: *You’re an idiot, and you’re done playing. For a long, long time. Maybe forever.*
Now, you sat on your bed, staring blankly at the trophies and the volleyball resting in the corner of your room. It looked like a museum attraction. A relic of a past life, it might as well be collecting dust now.
The rest of the world was moving on. Your teammates were still practicing, their sneakers squeaking on the court, their laughter echoing through the gym after school. But you? You were trapped in a body that felt like a broken cage.
A deep, heavy grayness had settled over your chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to care, and even harder to do anything but stare at the wall.
You could feel that familiar stinging sensation coming up into your nose and migrating to your eyes.
Suddenly, your bedroom window rattled making you flinch. It was an aggressive, rhythmic thumping, followed by a loud, muffled shout.
"Hey! Open up before I kick the glass in!"
You didn't even have to look to know who it was. Ryusei Shidou.
To literally anyone else, Shidou was a local natural disaster. He was the terrifying demon on the soccer team who spoke in very inappropriate metaphors, picked fights for the thrill of it, and drove the teachers (and you) to the brink of insanity. People avoided him like the actual plague. They thought he was a freak, a loose cannon, and way too much to handle.
But, as corny as it sounded, they didn’t know him like you did. They don’t know about the scrawny, hyperactive kid who had climbed up a tree to rescue your stuck volleyball ten years ago, only to fall out of it backward, landing flat on his face, laughing hysterically with the ball clutched to his chest. You ended up having to nurse his scratches. You’ve basically been inseparable ever since.
With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself across the bed, your bulky knee brace clicking awkwardly with every movement. You unlocked the window and pushed it open.
Shidou practically exploded into your room, smelling of sweat and the crisp evening air. He was still wearing his school uniform, though the shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his tanned chest, and his tie was nowhere to be found.
"Man, you took forever!" he complained, tossing a plastic convenience store bag onto your desk. He swung his legs over the sill and dropped into your room so fluidly it made you a little envious.
Darn his freakish flexibility.
Then, his eyes dropped to your leg.
The manic energy in his face didn't vanish, but you could tell he was going to say something. He never was the one to follow the suggestion of ‘think before you talk’. The sharp, jagged edges of his usual expression softened into something else.
"How's the leg feeling, champ?" he asked, throwing himself onto the floor right at your feet, leaning his back against your bed.
"It's fine," you lied softly, wincing as you crawled back under your blankets. "Just... hurts."
"Liar," Shidou snorted, leaning his head back against your mattress so he could look up at you upside down. His vibrant, violet eyes locked onto yours. "You look like a deflated balloon. Where’s that look you get when you’re about to spike a ball into some poor loser’s face? I don't like you like this. It’s lame and it’s so not like my queen."
"Then leave," you muttered, pulling the blanket up to your chin, turning your face away from him. "Go back to football. Go score a goal or fight someone."
You half expected him to snap back, to get annoyed and storm out. Your Shidou didn't do 'sad.' He didn't do 'quiet.'
Instead, the room went still. The only sound was the distant hum of the streets outside your house.
Then, you felt the mattress dip. He crawled up onto the bed, moving as gentle as Shidou could, and slid under the covers right next to you.
"Get out, Ryusei," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I'm not in the mood."
"No way," he said, his voice dropping an octave, losing its usual mocking edge. He reached out, his large, calloused hand grabbing your shoulder and firmly, but gently, rolling you over so you were forced to look at him. "You think you can just shut down and not talk to me? We’ve been a team since we were brats. You think I'm gonna let you drown in your own head?"
Seeing the rare concern in his eyes might’ve been the breaking point. The dam you had built up over the past week—the brave face you wore for your parents, the polite 'I'm doing okay!' texts you sent your teammates—shattered completely.
A sob tore from your throat, violent and ugly.
"It's over, Ryusei," you wept, hiding your face in your hands as the tears finally poured out. "The doctor said... he said even after all the rehab, I might not be able to jump like I used to. I won't be the same. Volleyball was the only thing I was good at. It’s all I wanted to do. Now I’m just... I’m nothing. I’m stuck here while everyone else gets to play."
The thought of never feeling that perfect contact of the ball against your palms, of never hearing the roar of the crowd, it made you feel fucked up.
Shidou didn't say *'it'll be fine.'* He didn't offer empty platitudes because he knew, better than anyone, what sports meant. To Shidou, playing football was like breathing; it was his 'explosion.' He knew that losing your sport wasn't just an injury—it was like losing a limb, hell, all of your limbs, a piece of your soul.
Instead of talking, he reached out and hauled you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms completely around you. He pulled you flush against him, burying his face in your hair. He held you so tightly it almost hurt, an anchor in the middle of your emotional turmoil.
"Don’t go crazy on me now, and don’t be a dumbass. You're not nothing, got that?" he said into your hair, his voice vibrating against you. "Don't you ever say that stupid shit again, or I'll actually kick your ass.”
You turned around and wept into his open shirt, your tears wetting his collarbone, your fingers gripping the fabric of his uniform like a lifeline. Shidou held you, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his long fingers gently untangling the knots in your hair. He rocked you slightly, a rhythmic, soothing motion that contrasted wildly with his usual nature.
"Let it out," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Explode if you gotta. Do it until you can't breathe. But don't think you're gonna be like this forever. You're just... on an intermission! And I'm staying right here until the curtains go up again, yeah?"
—
For the next few weeks, the dark cloud didn't magically disappear, but Shidou made sure it couldn't completely swallow you.
He became a constant, looming fixture in your life, even more than before. Which was impressive.
The rest of the school watched in slight bewilderment as the Ryusei Shidou—the guy who got suspended for getting into a fist fight with an opposing player and left them with a broken nose, and a split lip—patiently carrying your school bag every single day, walking at a snail's pace down the hallways to match your slow, limping gait.
If anyone happens to stare too long at your brace or whisper, Shidou would eye them down and flash a fanged grin, his eyes wild, making them scramble away.
"Ryusei, you're scaring the freshmen," you mumbled one afternoon as you sat on the bench by the school courtyard, watching him rifle through the bag he had brought.
"How’re they gonna learn how it goes ‘round here?" he replied cheerfully, pulling out a container of homemade pudding. He’d practically threatened his own mom to teach him how to make it because you had mentioned offhand that you missed sweet things.
He sat down next to you, scooped up a big spoonful, and shoved it right in front of your face. "Open up. Say *ahh~*."
"I can feed myself, I'm injured, not paralyzed. Jeez." you flushed, your cheeks burning as a few students walked past.
"Shut up and eat it, or I'll force-feed you," he grinned, his fangs peeking out.
You rolled your eyes but complied, taking the bite. It was surprisingly delicious—sweet, and smooth. "Woah, this is really good. You actually didn't poison it. Y’know if football doesn’t work out you could just do this."
"Right?!" Shidou beamed, his entire face lighting up with that childlike, manic joy that always made your heart do a stupid little flip. "I'm a genius~"
But the best part about Shidou wasn't just the sweets or the protection. It was the fact that he refused to let you give up on your body.
Every evening, he would come over to your house. He would pull your desk chair over, sit you down, and carefully help you through your physical therapy exercises. When your muscles burned and you wanted to cry from the frustration of not being able to do a simple straight-leg raise, Shidou would be right there on the floor with you.
"Five more! Come on!" he’d yell, acting like a crazed personal trainer. "Show that knee who's boss, I know you got more in you. You were moving so quick earlier tryna hit me for those chips."
"You idiot, they were mine! Fuck… this hurts…" you whined slightly, tears pricking your eyes.
"I know babe. Pain is just proof that your body’s fighting to explode again!" He grabbed your ankle, his touch suddenly very gentle, helping guide your leg through the final repetitions. "Good. Perfect. Look at that. You got it down."
When you finished, exhausted and trembling, he would lift you up effortlessly and carry you back to bed. He'd wrap your knee in an ice pack, prop it up on pillows, and then crawl right next to you, pulling you into his side. Then he’d continue to talk your ears off about any mundane thing that happened to him.
It almost made you feel like you could find some semblance of peace despite everything.
—
Months passed, and you could maybe feel the suffocating depression slowly begin to lift, replaced by stubborn determination. You couldn't jump yet, and you couldn't play in tournaments, but you were walking without a limp, and you could jog. You were getting your life back.
One Saturday evening, Shidou dragged you out to the deserted park near your house. The sun was setting, painting the sky in brilliant shades of purple, pink, and yellow.
He was holding a brand-new volleyball.
"What are we doing here, Ryusei?" you asked, leaning against a bench.
Shidou spun the ball on his finger, a small smile on his face—the kind of smile he only ever showed you. "You've been doing your boring rehab exercises for months. It's time for a real test.” He whined. “I’m not gonna make you do any jumping, or crazy running. But just... feel the ball okay."
He tossed the ball lightly from hand to hand, then stepped back, tossing it high into the air toward you.
Instinct took over and your feet planted firmly on the ground. You brought your forearms together, creating a platform. As the ball came down, you absorbed the impact, passing it smoothly back to him.
*Smack.*
The sound echoed through the quiet park. It was clean, and oh so missed.
Shidou caught the ball, his eyes wide and glittering with an intense light. "Yeah, you feel that?! You still got it~" He sung.
You stared at your hands. They were slightly red from the impact. A wild, bubbly feeling burst in your chest—the first real spark of joy you had felt about volleyball in what felt like an eternity. Proof that you were still you.
Shidou dropped the ball, letting it bounce away into the grass. In three large strides, he crossed the distance between you and grabbed your face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiped away the tear that slipped down your cheek. His face was inches from yours. "I told you didn’t I?" he whispered. You’ve never heard him this quiet. His forehead now came to rest gently against yours. "You're a miracle worker. Besides, you should know better than to doubt me, I’m your number one fan after all.”
You let out a watery laugh, wrapping your hands around his wrists, holding him close. "You're so dumb, Ryusei."
"And you love it," he grinned, his lips brushing against yours in a short but sweet kiss that tasted like the summer air. God you could punch him right about now. Knowing him he’ll probably like it so you refrain.
—
"...So, to answer your question," you said, bringing your focus back to the flashbulbs and the microphone. "Whenever I doubted myself, he was there to set me straight.” The reporter looked visibly moved, her hand over her heart. "Wow... that’s incredible. A truly incredible bond. I hear that Blue Lock is heating up right now, is he here today to watch you qualify for nationals?"
You smiled, looking right back up to the stands.
Up in the front row, Shidou was currently standing on top of his seat, completely ignoring the security guards yelling at him to get down. He had a massive, fanged grin stretched across his face, his eyes closed from his smile. You could see his jacket being tugged down by another boy with blond hair and grey ends, with an obscene cowlick that looked equally as excited, maybe even more.
Shidou cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed obscenities over the roar of the stadium. Something along the lines of, “THAT’S MY GIRL! YOU’RE THE SHIT! FUCK ‘EM UP!”
You could see the surrounding crowd shifted away from the pair in slight alarm, completely baffled by his explosive energy, but you just let out a loud, breathless laugh.
"Yeah," you told the reporter, your heart swelling to the point of bursting as you waved back up at him. "He's right there. He hasn't missed a single game. But that means I have to watch his match next time." You laughed.
—
Igarashi slammed his locker shut, looking around the room with a deep frown. “Does anyone know where that blond antenna freak went? Couldn’t find him this morning.”
Karasu, who was lazily tying his cleats on the bench, didn't even look up as he answered. “He went out, took Charles with him.”
"Ok… to where?" Igarashi asked, rubbing the back of his neck. It was weird enough that Shidou had managed to sneak out of the facility, but taking the French prodigy with him made it ten times more suspicious.
"Some volleyball game," Karasu shrugged, leaning back. "He was saying something about it being his girlfriend’s game."
Igarashi blinked once, then twice. “Wait what. Girlfriend? You're pulling my leg right?”
“Nah man,” Karasu snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. "He was serious. Said she was the number-one player in the country and he can’t miss it or his ‘cells would degenerate’ or whatever crazy crap he always says."
"Dude, someone call him!" Raichi yelled, veins piping up on his forehead.
"No way, you do it," Karasu countered instantly, holding his hands up defensively. "Remember the last time we tried to take his phone when he was on that call..."
The memory flashed vividly in their minds: Shidou, sitting in the corner of the lounge, talking to someone on his phone. He was ignored by the rest of the room until Igaguri tried to prank him (it was a dare). The events that had followed, resulted in a cracked wall and a very traumatized monk.
"Shit, you're right," Igarashi muttered, shivering and quickly backing away from the idea.
Meanwhile, miles away in the roaring Tokyo stadium, Charles was currently holding a box of tissues and a giant, sparkly pink banner, looking less excited than Shidou but nonetheless still smiling, while Shidou stood atop his seat, screaming at the top of his lungs for his girl on the court.
May I request: the Blue Lock men's reactions when you find their first grey hair.
Especially Chigiri, because I just know this dude will have a total meltdown.
LMAOO YES 🫶 thank you sm for the request!
when they find a grey hair ;
blue lock x gn!reader
chigiri hyoma
-> “and then i was all like—ow! did you just pull my hair?” “just a grey one!” you explain as you rub the spot where you pulled the hair out
-> but chigiri is not done with this conversation. “a what?” “a grey hair! you’ve had one before, right?” “a grey.. hair..” “… hyoma?”
-> he is on his feet, forehead nearly touching the mirror as he runs rampant fingers through his hair. “i’m.. a grey… i might pass out, y/n.” “please don’t pass out, hyoma.”
aryu jyubei
-> you’d be peacefully playing with aryu’s long hair when you notice something, causing your hand to pause. “don’t freak out.”
-> he freaks out. “WHAT?! IS IT DANDRUFF?? BALDING?? oh god, please don’t say lice—“ “NO, no lice. just a little grey hair.”
-> he cries
barou shouei
-> you’re happily helping him re-dye his red streaks when you find a couple grey hairs
-> “hm, that’s weird…” “what?” “oh, nothing. just a few grey hairs here—“ “a few WHAT?!”
-> once you calmly explain to him that it’s normal for some guys to grey early, he calms down a bit. “we can dye those red, too. at least you’re not balding!”
mikage reo
-> “i’m gonna throw up.” “you’re not going to throw up.” “ohhhh god, i’m gonna throw UP.”
-> you smack the back of his head. “you dye your hair anyway! you’ll live!” “… oh right :)”
bachira meguru
-> blinks at you. “a what?” “a grey hair. don’t worry, i can pluck it for you.”
-> does a slow turn between you and his reflection in your mirror. “but i’m too young to be old :)”
-> “you’re not old, hun, it’s just a grey—“ “can you help me open a retirement account, y/n?” “brother What.”
itoshi rin
-> “i found a grey hair.”
-> he just sighs, unfazed. “of course you did. the stress of carrying this entire team—“ “okay,” “—is causing me to go grey.” “yeah, yeah. let’s get you to bed, old man.”
Including!
Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, and Maki Zen'in
m.list
No warnings needed other than potential ooc. I was gonna do this w the adults, but I genuinely almost threw up imagining grown-ass men acting like that
