various!bllk, with a reader that has BALL knowledge.
⤷ crackfic, fluff, separate characters, smau, bllk! pro players (not involved in blue lock, but using their nel teams) au, established relationships, reader is a (toxic) football nerd, they do not know about this high intelligence knowledge of you, shidou, sae finding his actual soulmate in his soulmate.
I love how you make the reader beef with Sae lol. So can you write something about someone asking Sae in an interview how he feels about his sister in law? Pls pls pls...
Hehehe, I just hate Sae so I think I subconsciously make the reader hate Sae too lol.
Anyways.... I think the request is very cute tbh. But it's kinda hard for me to imagine how Sae will act with the interviewer. I mean he was an asshole when he was a kid but he has changed, right? Even if it's a bit? After growing up???
Anyways I tried my best! Here's the link, I hope you'll like it!
2k followers event, request no. 19: Everyone knows Rin Itoshi is hopelessly in love with his fiance, but no one expects Sae Itoshi's deadpan interview to reveal that he's calmly wondering why his future sister-in-law seems to hate him.
The wedding is only a few months away and at this point, the entire football world seems to know one thing with absolute certainty.
Rin Itoshi is hopelessly in love with his fiance.
There is no hiding it anymore. There never really was.
Every interview somehow circles back to you. Every press conference becomes another opportunity for reporters to tease him. Fans have already accepted that the world's coldest striker possesses exactly two personalities— one reserved for football and one reserved for the woman he's about to marry.
Once an interviewer asked him with an amused smile,
"So, Rin... what's the greatest thing that's ever happened to you?"
The audience expected the usual answers. Blue lock, world cup, his career or a championship.
Instead, Rin barely let the question finish.
"My fiance."
The silence that followed lasted barely a second before everyone in the room cheered.
The clip went viral within the hour.
People joke that Rin Itoshi spent years becoming the world's best striker only to become the world's most devoted fiance.
Even his teammates stop pretending they're surprised. Because honestly...
They're not anymore.
A week later, another interview begins trending.
This time... It's Sae.
Unlike Rin, Sae almost never agrees to interviews outside football. He dislikes unnecessary conversations, dislikes attention even more and has mastered the art of answering questions with as few words as humanly possible.
Which is exactly why everyone tunes in even more.
The interviewer smiles politely.
"We've talked about football quite a lot today. So let's ask something different."
Sae remains silent.
"Your younger brother is getting married soon."
"Yeah."
"How do you feel about his fiance?"
Sae blinks once.
He stares at the interviewer with the same expression he'd wear if someone had asked him why rain falls from the sky.
"She's strange."
The interviewer laughs softly. "Strange?"
Sae nods.
"She dislikes me and I don't know why."
His tone is completely matter-of-fact.
The interviewer chuckles.
"You've never asked?"
"I did."
"What did she say?"
"Nothing useful."
The corners of the crew's mouths twitch.
Sae continues as though he's discussing the weather.
"I've never done anything to her." Another beat. "As far as I remember."
The interviewer covers her mouth, trying not to laugh.
"So... she doesn't hide that she dislikes you?"
"No."
The interviewer finally regains her composure.
"So... do you dislike her?"
He looks vaguely puzzled.
"Why would I?"
The question comes so naturally that it almost catches everyone off guard. He genuinely sounds confused by the suggestion.
The interviewer smiles.
"Well... she doesn't seem very fond of you."
"...That's her decision." He shrugs. "It doesn't bother me."
Then, after a brief silence, he adds quietly,
"She's good to Rin."
The atmosphere shifts almost imperceptibly.
Sae's expression doesn't soften much, but his voice does.
"He laughs more and that's enough."
The interviewer smiles.
"So... you're happy for him?"
"...Yeah." He exhales quietly through his nose. "Football wasn't enough. He needed someone."
Silence settles across the studio.
The interviewer asks gently,
"And... Is she the right person?"
Sae answers without hesitation."Yeah."
The interviewer smiles wider.
"You sound very certain."
Sae sighs quietly.
"I've accepted it."
"You make it sound exhausting."
"It is, but..." He looks directly into the camera. "Rin's happy. So I don't care."
The interviewer smiles warmly.
"Sounds like you've accepted her into the family."
Sae's eyebrow lifts slightly. "I accepted her months ago but it seems like she hasn't accepted me yet."
The entire studio erupts, even the interviewer has to lower her cue cards because she's laughing too hard.
Sae watches everyone with complete indifference.
"I still don't know why she dislikes me."
By the evening... The interview is already everywhere.
You and Rin end up watching it together in the living room.
The television glows softly in front of you while evening sunlight filters through the curtains. Rin sits beside you on the couch, one arm lazily draped around your waist, your back resting comfortably against his chest.
The interview begins.
The moment Sae calmly says, "She's strange." you blink. And then slowly turn toward Rin.
"...Did he just call me strange?"
Rin stares at the television for another second before looking back at you.
"...I think he did."
You gape. "I haven't even done anything."
Rin looks at you. "You glare at him all the time."
You fold your arms.
"That's because he hurt you."
A quiet snort escapes Rin.
Then the interview continues.
"She dislikes me and I don't know why."
Both of you freeze.
You slowly look toward Rin, Rin slowly looks toward you.
"...Why does he sound genuinely confused?"
Rin doesn't answer immediately. His lips twitch.
"...Because he is."
You look at him in disbelief. "Whose side are you on?"
Rin answers without even thinking.
"Sae's."
Your jaw drops.
He finally snorts.
"I mean..." He squeezes your waist gently. "He's telling the truth."
You huff dramatically. "I don't like either of you."
The interview continues and then Sae says, "She's good to Rin." The laughter in the studio fades, so does yours.
Rin's arm tightens instinctively around your waist and neither of you looks away from the television.
"He laughs more and that's what matters."
You feel Rin go completely still behind you, so still that for a moment, you can hear nothing except the interview.
Then—"Football wasn't enough."
Your breath catches.
Rin lowers his head slightly until his forehead rests against your hair.
Neither of you say anything, there isn't really anything to say anyway.
Sae never speaks more than necessary, which somehow makes every word feel heavier.
Then the final line arrives.
"I accepted her months ago but it seems like she hasn't accepted me yet."
The studio bursts into laughter.
You don't, you simply stare at the screen.
"He..."
Rin finishes the sentence quietly." Has accepted you."
You blink several times. "When?"
Rin shrugs."...Probably before either of us noticed."
You let out a small, disbelieving laugh. "I've been preparing arguments every time I see him. And he just..."
Rin finishes your sentence. "...Didn't care."
You bury your face in your hands."Oh my God."
Rin finally laughs.
"I told you."
You peek at him through your fingers. "Told me what?"
"That's just how Sae is."
You groan.
"So I've been fighting an imaginary battle?"
"...Looks like it."
You narrow your eyes. "I'm still not apologizing and I'm still glaring at him."
"Ok?"
"I still don't like him."
"I know." Rin's smile softens.
"But..." He gently takes your hands away from your face. "...You'll still become his family."
You meet his eyes. They're warm, quiet, filled with that unmistakable affection that always seems reserved only for you.
He brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear before resting his forehead against yours.
"...He wouldn't have said any of that if he didn't mean it."
You smile faintly.
Rin studies your face for a long moment before the corner of his lips lifts.
"And..." His thumb strokes your cheek. "...Now everyone knows."
You tilt your head. "Knows what?"
His smile grows just a little.
"...That my brother already considers you family."
Before you can answer, he leans in and kisses you softly.
When he pulls away, your forehead is still resting against his.
His voice drops into a quiet murmur.
"And in a few months..." Another gentle kiss. "...You won't just be my fiancée anymore."
His fingers lace with yours.
"You'll be my wife."
Heat immediately rushes to your face.
Rin watches you blush with obvious satisfaction before letting out the smallest smile.
"...Cute."
You hide your face against his shoulder with an embarrassed groan. "I liked you better when you barely talked."
He presses one last kiss to the top of your head. "...But you're still marrying me."
And despite everything, despite Sae's confusion, your one-sided rivalry and the entire football world teasing the three of you—
Hayato Suo's real name is Sun Fei, he's also an operative of the Red Chanpuru organization. The boy you love, seems to never existed at all. But if everything about him is a lie... why does his love still feel so painfully real?
"Did you know?"
Sakura's voice cracked, a jagged, raw sound tearing through the quiet playground. There is no usual awkwardness in his expression, no embarrassed scratching at the back of his neck even though he's talking with a girl. Instead his eyes are now burning with something raw— anger tangled with betrayal, confusion, and hurt.
Nirei is standing just behind him, looking pale, clutching his notebook so tightly that the corners bend beneath his fingers.
You blink in confusion.
"...Know what?"
Neither of them answers immediately.
Sakura takes one step closer, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his face tremble.
"Don't play dumb."
"I'm not."
Nirei swallows before speaking quietly, almost apologetically.
"Hayato-san... isn't who we thought he was."
The words barely register.
Sakura continues before you can respond.
"His real name is Sun Fei."
Your eyebrows knit together.
"What...?"
"He's an operative from the Red Chanpuru organization." Sakura's voice cracks with restrained anger. "Everything about him is fake. His name, his identity... even the reason he came here."
Silence.
"...No."
Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
Sakura stares at you. He searches your face, looking for the slightest sign of deception.
But there is only disbelief, confusion and a growing emptiness.
"...Damn it." His fists loosen. "I thought... maybe... at least you..."
You give a tiny shake of your head.
"I didn't know."
The words sound hollow now, like someone else speaks them.
Without another sentence, you turn around and walk away.
Neither of them stops you.
The path toward the lake feels longer than it ever has before.
Every familiar tree, every stone beneath your shoes, every breeze that brushes against your skin reminds you of him.
This is where he used to walk with you after class, where he listened to you more than he spoke, where he smiled those impossibly gentle smiles whenever you rambled about something insignificant.
The old tree stands exactly where it always has, its branches swaying lazily above the shimmering water. The lake reflects the evening sky like polished glass.
You stare across the water without truly seeing it. Your fingers unconsciously trace the rough bark beside you.
How many times has he leaned against this tree? How many times has he watched you with those soft amber eyes? How many memories belong to Hayato Suo... and how many belong to someone who never truly existed?
The thought makes your chest ache.
All those moments... whenever someone asked about his family, whenever conversations drifted toward his childhood, he somehow managed to answer without answering anything at all.
You noticed it, but you never pushed, because love isn't supposed to feel like an interrogation.
You wanted him to tell you when he's ready.
You trusted him enough to wait.
Suddenly— Footsteps.
You don't turn around.
"...You're here."
The footsteps stop a few meters behind you.
Silence stretches between you two.
Then—
"...Yes."
His voice is calm, controlled, yet quieter than usual.
You keep looking toward the lake.
"I knew..." Your voice is soft. "...that you were hiding something."
Another silence.
"But I never asked."
The wind stirs through the branches.
"I didn't want to pressure you." Your fingers tighten around a fallen leaf. "I thought..."
A bitter smile curves your lips.
"...if I waited long enough... you'd trust me and tell me yourself."
You laugh again.
Only this time... it hurts.
"...You acted really well." The words come out shaky. "So well... that I completely fell for you."
You lower your head.
"You made me believe... that you've fallen for me too." Your voice cracks. "...Yet..."
You swallow.
"...I didn't even know your real name."
The silence behind you becomes almost unbearable.
"I would've kept every single one of your secrets. I never would have told Sakura. I never would have told Nirei. I never would have told anyone."
Your eyes burn.
"I wouldn't have even cared if Furin turned against me... as long as you loved me."
Slowly, you stand before turning around.
For a moment... you almost don't even recognize him.
The posture, the gaze, the quiet confidence all look heavier than before. The softness that always surrounded Hayato Suo seems buried beneath something colder.
He now looks like someone accustomed to command. Someone dangerous. Someone carrying responsibilities far too heavy for a student.
You remember all those impossible moments.
The way he defeated opponents without getting a scratch. The way experienced fighters instinctively hesitated around him. The way his smile sometimes disappeared for just a fraction of a second... revealing someone frighteningly composed.
You had seen it. But you simply convinced yourself that you were imagining things.
"...Sun Fei."
The name sounds unfamiliar on your tongue.
His eyes flicker.
"...Was everything a lie?"
For the first time... he answers immediately.
"...No."
His voice remains quiet.
"You have nothing to do with my mission." He takes one slow step forward. "...And neither do my feelings for you."
You search his face desperately.
Trying to find Hayato, trying to find the man who laughed quietly whenever you complain, trying to find the boyfriend who remembered your favorite snacks without being asked.
Trying to find him
."...Look at you." Your voice barely shakes. "You look..."
You laugh sadly.
"So different."
His gaze softens.
"...Do I?"
You step closer.
"You used to look... so gentle. So warm. But now... you look like someone everyone fears."
He lowers his eyes briefly.
"...This..." He looks at his own hands. "...is the person I never wanted you to see."
"...Why?"His answer comes after a long silence.
"Because... you fell in love with Hayato." His voice is almost fragile now. "...I didn't want to take him away from you. I knew... if you see Sun Fei... everything between us would change. So I kept pretending."
He smiles, at heartbreakingly small one.
"...Selfishly."
Your eyes fill with tears.
"...You're an idiot."
He blinks.
"...What?"
Your emotions finally burst free.
"I would've loved you the same!"
Your voice echoes across the quiet lake.
"The gentle Hayato, the cold Sun Fei... they're the same person!"
Your tears spill over.
"I didn't fall in love with your name! I fell in love with you! You think changing your clothes, changing the way you stand, using another name... changes the person who used to wait for me after my classes?"
Your breathing becomes uneven.
"The one who used to hold my hand when I couldn't stop crying? The one who remembered every tiny thing about me? It doesn't! I love all those little moments!"
Your voice breaks completely.
"I would've loved every part of you!"
His expression finally cracks.
For the first time since arriving... the composed leader disappears.
His shoulders lower, his eyes closing briefly.
"...That's exactly why..." he whispers. "...I couldn't tell you."
He exhales slowly.
"My world isn't kind. It stains everything it touches. There are people who would use you to reach me. There are people who would smile at you... only because they know it would hurt me when they destroy that smile."
His eyes meet yours again.
"I wanted at least one place where Sun Fei doesn't exist."
His voice becomes painfully quiet."
And that place... was beside you.
"The tears you try so desperately to hold back finally fall freely.
"You should've let me choose. Who told you to decide for both of us?"
Your voice trembles.
"You decided I can't love all of you. You never even gave me the chance."
His lips part, but no words come.
For perhaps the first time in years... Sun Fei doesn't know what to say.
After a long silence, he steps closer until only a small distance remains between you.
"I was afraid." The confession is barely audible. "So afraid that if you meet the real me... you'll look at me with hatred."
You shake your head immediately.
"I've never hated you."
"No," he murmurs sadly. "That's because you didn't know."
He gives a hollow smile.
"I've lied to countless people. I've deceived enemies. I've deceived allies. But every time I lied to you... I hated myself."
He looks at the lake, then back at you.
"I never wanted to hurt you. But I knew this day would come. And when it does..."
He swallows.
"I knew I would deserve every bit of your anger."
You look at him for a long moment, seeing both faces at once now— the gentle Hayato Suo you fall in love with and the guarded Sun Fei who carries his burdens alone.
They are never truly separate.
One simply hides the other.
"I don't know if I can forgive you today," you whisper.
His eyes soften, though pain still lingers within them.
"I know."
"I don't know how long it'll take."
"I know."
"I don't even know what happens to us now."
Another small, bittersweet smile touches his lips.
"...Neither do I."
The evening breeze ripples across the lake, carrying away the last warmth of the day.
You stand beneath the old tree where so many happy memories begin— and where this painful truth is finally spoken aloud.
For the first time since you met him, there are no masks left between you.
Only two people, standing in the fading light, loving each other enough to hurt— and hoping that, somehow, love is still enough to find each other again.
I also have a request for Rin. Rin's morning aftercare? Like yk after having a passionate night him taking care of the reader the next morning? Something like that......
This is so sweet, Rin would absolutely do that!
Also I couldn't make it a oneshot since it's short, so I wrote a ficlet instead. Here's the link, I hope you'll like it.
You wake up to sunlight spilling gently across the room and for a moment, you don't know where you are.
Then the ache in your limbs reminds you.
Rin, last night.
You groan softly, shifting beneath the sheets— every muscle humming with the faint soreness of being loved a little too much.
And right on cue, the door creaks open.
Rin steps inside, hair slightly damp from his shower, wearing a loose black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. His expression softens the second he sees you awake.
"Hey," he murmurs, his voice low and rough— the kind of morning tone that always makes your heart skip.
You blink sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Almost ten. You should've slept more."
He sets a tray down on the bedside table— a neat breakfast: oatmeal, fruit and a glass of water. But what catches your attention is how he keeps fidgeting with the spoon, avoiding your gaze.
You tilt your head. "You're acting weird."
Rin glances at you— then quickly looks away, a faint blush coloring his ears. "You're sore, aren't you?"
You bite your lip, smiling a little. "Maybe."
His jaw tightens. "I told you to tell me if it was too much."
You chuckle softly. "You were... distracted."
He exhales, running a hand through his hair in quiet frustration. "I got carried away." His voice is small now, almost vulnerable. "You looked tired, and I still—" He cuts himself off, pressing his lips together.
You watch him carefully. It isn't often Rin shows guilt. Usually, he hides it behind silence or a glare. But this morning, he looks openly remorseful— like he can't forgive himself for something as simple as your sore body parts.
"Come here," you say gently.
He hesitates. Then, as if he can't resist, he climbs onto the bed beside you, sitting cross-legged. His hand brushes your hair back, every movement careful—reverent.
"I ran you a bath," he murmurs after a while. "Warm water. I put the oil you like."
You smile. "You didn't have to."
"I did." He leans down, resting his forehead against yours. His breath is soft against your lips when he whispers, "You always take care of me. I should've been gentler."
You cup his cheek. "Rin, it's okay. I'm fine."
But he shakes his head slightly, his eyes flicking away. "You're never fine when I go overboard." His voice cracks on the last word, and that tiny break makes your heart squeeze. "You don't say anything because you don't want me to stop."
You stare at him. "You noticed that?"
"Of course I notice." He looks almost offended, then sighs. "You think I don't pay attention to you? You breathe differently when you're overwhelmed. You hold onto me tighter when you're tired. I know."
You soften, brushing your thumb over his lips. "Then stop feeling guilty. You're taking care of me now, aren't you?"
He goes quiet. His eyes flick down to your hand— then he kisses your palm, slow and lingering.
"Eat something first," he says softly. "Then I'll help you with your bath. I'll wash your hair for you."
You smile teasingly. "You sound like my nurse."
"I'm serious." His tone drops, though the corner of his mouth twitches. "I'll make sure you rest today. No chores, no errands. You stay in bed."
You blink. "You're really worried, huh?"
He looks at you, his eyes softened, his voice quiet. "You mean too much to me not to be."
Then, as if realizing he's said too much, Rin turns his head away again, pretending to reach for the water glass. His ears are red.
You giggle softly, catching his sleeve.
"Rin?"
"...What?"
"I love when you're like this."
He sighs, but his lips curve into the faintest, reluctant smile— that rare one he only ever shows you.
"Yeah, well," he mutters, glancing at you from under his lashes, "don't get used to it."
But you can tell— by the way he tucks the blanket over your legs, by the way he brushes your hair out of your eyes— that he's already hopelessly, irrevocably downbad.
2k followers event, request no 17: After winning a guessing game with you, Rin does his cute "bleh" thing making you have a cuteness aggression and attack him with kisses.
You and Rin have always shared a love for thrillers. He leans more toward horror thrillers, while you're obsessed with murder mysteries. Tonight you have decided to watch a murder thriller and suddenly the movie night leads you both to an unspoken competition.
Halfway through, you confidently point at one of the suspects. "It's definitely him."
Rin glances at the screen before shaking his head.
"No."
"Watch. I'm telling you, I've seen way more murder thrillers than you."
"I don't think it's him."
"So who's your guess?"
He names someone else and you immediately laugh.
"Seriously? There's no way."
"...We'll see."
For the rest of the movie, you sit there with your arms crossed, absolutely convinced you're going to win. Then the final reveal comes and the murderer is...
Rin's suspect.
"...No way," you mutter, staring at the TV with genuine disbelief. "How was it him? That made absolutely no sense."
Rin doesn't answer immediately.
You turn toward him, ready to argue about plot holes, only to find him already looking at you with the smallest hint of satisfaction.
"I told you," he says.
"I've watched way more murder thrillers than you."
"And I still won."
You narrow your eyes.
Rin watches you for another second before something incredibly rare happens, he sticks his tongue out just a little.
"...Bleh."
It isn't exaggerated. Just the tiniest tease, paired with that almost invisible smug smile only you get to see.
Silence.
Instead of getting angry, your brain completely stops working.
Why... why was that so cute?
Your eyes stay locked on his face as if trying to confirm you really saw it.
Your hands twitch.
Rin tilts his head slightly, confused by your intense stare.
"...What are you looking—"
You suddenly lunge.
"Wha—"
Both your hands grab his cheeks, squishing his face together before he can react and without thinking, you steal a quick kiss on his lips.
His teal eyes go wide and you completely lose control.
You start kissing him everywhere. His forehead, his nose, both cheeks, his chin, the corner of his lips—His entire face is under attack.
"What are you—"
You don't even let him finish.
Almost instinctively, you cup his face again and kiss his lips once more but this time, the momentum shifts. It turns deep, intense and completely instinctive. Rin reciprocates this time, both of you open your lips a little and your tongues touch for a fraction of a second...
Oh my god...
You immediately pull away, both hands flying to cover your mouth as your face burns bright red.
"I-I'm sorry!"
The room falls painfully quiet.
Rin sits there, frozen with his hair messy, cheeks bright red and slightly parted lips. He genuinely looks like his brain has stopped functioning.
You clear your throat and try your absolute hardest to sound casual. "...I had a cuteness aggression."
Rin keeps staring.
"I couldn't control myself."
"...You did that," he finally says quietly. "Because I..." He subconsciously touches his own lips. "...did this?"
He sticks his tongue out just a tiny bit again, almost unconsciously recreating the same little "bleh."
"...Bleh."
Your entire body tenses.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"You did it again. You really shouldn't do that."
He looks even more confused. "...Why?"
You bury your burning face in a pillow.
"Because it's ridiculously cute."
Rin doesn't know what to say because for months, he's been secretly fighting his own cuteness aggression.
Every time you yawn, every time you pout, every time you struggle to reach something on a high shelf, every time you curl up beside him looking impossibly tiny, his first instinct is always to pull you into his arms and bury his face against your stomach or chest.
But he never does.He's almost a foot taller than you. Stronger, heavier. He worries that if he gives in too much, he'll overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. So he always swallows the urge.
But now seeing you lose all self-control because of him, it has completely short-circuited his brain.
"You get that too?" he asks softly. "...Cuteness aggression?"
You peek over the pillow. "...Yeah."
"I didn't know."
"I didn't know either."
Another quiet silence. Then Rin quietly admits,
"...I get it with you all the time."
You blink.
"When you smile, when you wear my hoodie, when you fall asleep, when you're too short to reach things,"
Your face grows warmer with every sentence.
"I just..." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "...don't do anything."
"Why?"
"...Didn't want to scare you."
Your heart melts.
You slowly scoot closer until your shoulders touch.
"Next time, if you think I'm cute..." you smile fondly, "You can always say it."
He looks away, ears turning pink again.
"...You're cute."
You immediately grin. "Thank you, egoist."
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not, I'm appreciating your compliment."
"That's... worse."
You laugh so hard you end up leaning against his shoulder.
Rin sighs, pretending to be annoyed, but when he feels your weight resting against him, the corners of his mouth lift into a smile so small that you almost miss it.
He now knows that sometimes, you really can't control cuteness aggression.
And if you can suddenly attack him because he looks cute, then the next time when you'll look tiny in one of his oversized hoodies...
Japan lost against Brazil and is officially eliminated from the World Cup
Now Kaneshiro San, please make Japan win the under 20 world cup at least. The pain of my heart can only be reduced by seeing Japan win and Rin coming back in the field with a character development. Please be kind, Kaneshiro San. Please don't break our hearts again 😭
hii🤗 could you write something for rin, nagi, karasu and bachira when they accidentally hit their crush with the ball? and it's like reader has a broken nose or like is heavily bruised. and they're assured that they lost all their chances with their crush since you took a hit to the face. a fluff fic though!☺️
hope you're doing well and feeling okay, I love your writing😘
This idea was so funny lol, made me laugh hard.
I intentionally didn't add Sae, Reo, Barou and Kunigami here. Cause I feel like they won't ever do this. Sae would not ever show off this way. Reo has money so he can show off with that. Kunigami would rather take their partner to dates instead of making them watch him sweating over a ball. And Barou just won't give a fuck....
While trying to impress you, they hit your face with the ball.
Rin Itoshi
"You sure you want to play goalkeeper?"
Rin doesn't even bother hiding the doubt in his voice as he places the ball down. You simply grin, stretching your arms before standing in front of the goal.
"Come on. Score if you can."
He just exhales through his nose. There is no way he is going to use his full power. He only wanted to show you how precise his shots are, not send you to the hospital.
So he carefully aims for the upper left corner and swings his leg.
The ball slices through the air exactly where he intended.
But then, you suddenly jump and his eyes widen.
"...Move!"
Too late.
THUD!
The ball crashes directly into your face with enough force to send you stumbling backward onto the grass.
Rin's entire body goes cold.
For a split second he simply stares, then he's running.
"Hey!"
He's kneeling beside you before anyone else can even react, his hands hovering over your face without actually touching you.
"...Look at me."
Blood slowly trickles between your fingers and his stomach drops.
"...Shit."
His breathing becomes uneven as he carefully moves your hands away just enough to inspect the injury.
Your nose is already swelling.
So without waiting for permission, he gently helps you up and practically escorts you all the way to the hospital himself.
The doctor later confirms the nose isn't broken but it'll leave a bruise for few days. Luckily nothing more serious.
But the relief barely lasts, because the embarrassment comes crashing down all at once.
"I wanted to impress them but instead I hit them and almost I broke their nose..."
He sits outside the examination room with both elbows on his knees, hiding his face behind his hands.
"...Idiot." He mutters it to himself.
By the time you're discharged, he's already made his decision.
He quietly walks beside you until you reach the hospital entrance before finally speaking.
"...I'm sorry." His gaze stays fixed on the pavement. "I'll stop bothering you."
You blink. "What?"
"I embarrassed myself enough while trying to show off." His ears are already turning pink. "But I ended up breaking your nose. There's no coming back from that."
He lets out a small, defeated sigh. "So...I'll stay away."
For a few seconds, you simply stare at him. Then...
"You know Rin, even though the ball hit my face..."
He squeezes his eyes shut.
"...You still scored."
His shoulders freeze.
"You were aiming for the top corner while holding back." You smile despite the bandage across your nose. "That's honestly amazing."
His face slowly turns bright red.
"...Don't compliment me right now.
"But I meant it."
His ears somehow become even redder. "...You're impossible."
He turns away completely, covering the lower half of his face with one hand so you can't see the shy smile threatening to appear.
He had spent the entire afternoon convinced he'd lost every chance he ever had with you.
Instead, you are now praising his goal.
Yoichi Isagi
"Watch this."
Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.
"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"
His face immediately grows warm.
"I-I just wanted to show you something."
You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.
"If you're so confident... hit that."
He looks where you're pointing before grinning.
"...Easy."
He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.
BOOM!
The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.
"...See?" he says proudly.
Then his smile disappears.
Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.
"Look out!"
You barely have time to turn your head.
THWACK!
Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.
You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.
"...Ow..."
The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.
"...No."
He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"
He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.
"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."
The apologies don't stop.
Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."
The nurse eventually sighs.
"You've apologized enough."
"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."
Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.
Isagi walks you home in complete silence.
Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.
By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.
"...I think I ruined everything."
"What?"
"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."
He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."
You stare at him.
"Give up?"
"I don't think there's any coming back from that."
You can't help smiling.
"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."
You chuckle.
"That shot was really cool."
His brain completely short-circuits.
"...Huh?"
"You've gotten really good."
His entire face turns bright red.
"...P-Please don't say that..."
"But it's true."
He quickly covers his face with both hands.
"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."
Meguru Bachira
"Watch carefully!"
Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"
"So are you."
"Exactly!"
He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.
You clap, genuinely impressed.
"You're showing off."
"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"
His honesty makes you laugh.
He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.
"...Oops."
His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.
"...Eh?"
Neither of you reacts fast enough.
THUD!
It smacks directly into your face.
You yelp, clutching your nose.
"...NO!"
He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...
He steps directly onto the football.
"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.
BAM!
He lands face-first on the grass.
You both remain motionless for several seconds.
"My face..." You groan.
"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.
The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..
His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.
Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."
"You definitely did."
He pouts.
"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"
You smile.
"I think you're adorable."
He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.
"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."
Seishiro Nagi
"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."
You fold your arms.
"You haven't even tried."
"...Sounds like a hassle."
"Scared?"
He sighs. "...Fine."
He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.
"Ready?"
"Always."
He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...
But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.
Your instincts kick in and you dive.
Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.
THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.
Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.
Instead, he immediately runs toward you.
Actually runs.
"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."
You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.
"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."
His voice is unusually quiet.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yeah."
"...I'm really sorry."
He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.
For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.
And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.
Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.
"...Well... I guess I messed up."
"You did."
"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."
You stop walking. "...What?"
His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"
"You did."
His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."
You can't help laughing.
"So... You were trying to impress me?"
He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."
You smile softly.
"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."
Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"
"I do."
He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.
"...What a hassle."
But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.
Tabito Karasu
Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.
He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.
"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.
From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.
You decide to tease him a little.
Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.
At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.
He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.
Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.
"Move!"
It's already too late.
THUD!
The ball strikes your face head-on.
You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.
"...Ow..."
Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.
For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.
"Hey!"
His usual teasing voice is completely gone.
He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.
"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"
The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.
After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.
Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.
Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.
"...Guess that's it."
"Hm?"
"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."
He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."
You blink before laughing softly.
He sighs.
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."
He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.
"...You're unbelievable."
Eita Otoya
"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."
You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.
He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.
He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.
Only..
.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.
"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"
The ball flies straight toward you.
SMACK!
You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.
"...Ow..."
"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.
"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"
Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.
You stare after him. "...Otoya?"
Five minutes pass.
Then ten.
You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.
Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.
"WE'RE OVER HERE!"
Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.
He practically collapses beside you.
"I panicked..."
"I can see that."
"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."
Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.
When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.
"...I really think today was going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."
"No you're not."
"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."
"...Your crush?"
His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."
You smile.
"I don't think I can."
Ryusei Shidou
"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"
"You've said that five times already."
"Because it's gonna be sick!"
He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.
It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.
THUD!
The impact echoes across the field.
You stagger backward, clutching your nose.
"...Ow..."
Shidou's grin vanishes.
"...OH, HELL NO!"
He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.
"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
You slowly lower your hands from your face.
"...Your what?"
He freezes.
"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."
"You have a crush on me?"
"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."
Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.
"You confess by giving a nose injury?"
"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."
Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.
"I seriously think I blow it."
"You kind of did."
"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."
You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.
"...At least now you know."
Michael Kaiser
"You trust me, don't you?"
"...Not particularly."
Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.
"You wound me, Schatz"
"I feel like you're about to wound me."
He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.
"No you're about to observe perfection."
He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.
"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."
You stare at him.
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"It is only terrible for those without talent."
He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.
Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.
Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.
"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"
You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"
For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.
"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."
"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"
"...Internally."
"...Internally?"
"...This is a disaster."
For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.
He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.
By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.
As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.
"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"
You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.
"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."
He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"
What do you mean "more than your shitty rival" Have you forgotten that you're already mine? Just come home tonight baby, there's a present waiting for you.....
not sure if you still write for wbk, but I do have a request for hcs/drabble! maybe reader is super sweet and gentle, sort of like the motherly kind? anyways, reader has nice long nails and likes subtle affection, so maybe she gives head scratches and plays with the hair of sakura, endo, momijikawa, and suzuri (lit any of them if you only write for one) after a fight or for comfort? maybe reader is a crush, not official? 🩷 thanks lovely!
I sure took a long time making this lol.
I'm sorry, it's just I was busy with the 2k followers event and my inbox was full of requests so I didn't see this before 😞
Anyways thank you for waiting! Here's the link! I hope you'll like it.
Fights? Arguments? Fine. People insulting him? Whatever.
But you?
You completely destroy every defense mechanism he has.
Like always, after a fight, he'll drag himself back to his room, bruised and irritated, only to freeze the moment he sees you already sitting there waiting for him with your arms crossed.
His entire body immediately stiffens.
"W-Why are you looking at me like that?!"
You raise an eyebrow.
"Sit."
"I don't need—"
"Haruka."
The moment you say his name in that calm voice, he's already defeated.
He grumbles under his breath and sits down.
Then comes the worst part.
Every time your fingers brush against his skin while cleaning a cut or wrapping a bandage, his entire face turns bright red.
You don't even realize what you're doing to him. You're just focused on helping him. Meanwhile Sakura is having the worst crisis of his life.
"Stop moving."
"I-I'm not moving!"
"Then why are you flinching?"
Because you're touching him, because you're too close, because he can smell your shampoo, because your nails lightly scrape against his scalp when you move his hair away from a cut and by the time you're done, he's basically overheating.
And then you tell him to lie down...
"What?!"
"Lie down."
"I'm fine!"
"You almost got thrown through a wall."
Five minutes later he's lying down anyway.
You sit beside him and start gently scratching his scalp. Long nails carefully gliding through his pink-and-black hair.
His entire body goes rigid, you can practically hear the steam escaping from his ears.
"Relax."
"I AM RELAXED!"
He's absolutely not relaxed.
But after a while, exhaustion begins catching up to him as your fingers continue moving through his hair.
Scratching, massaging, playing with the strands.
For probably the first time in a very long time, Sakura feels safe enough to stop being on guard.
His eyes slowly close and the next thing he knows, he's asleep, head tilted slightly toward you.
And when he wakes up later and realizes he fell asleep because of your head scratches?
He's not speaking to anyone for three business days.
Hayato Suo
Hayato Suo is the kind of person who always seems composed. Always smiling, always elegant, always saying exactly the right thing.
He's observant enough to read everyone around him, yet somehow manages to reveal almost nothing about himself.
Most people assume he's untouchable because of it.
But you've learned something important about Suo.
Being perfect is exhausting.
There are moments, rare moments where his smile becomes quieter, his eyes become distant. Moments where he forgets to perform.
One afternoon the two of you sit together in a secluded spot and Suo simply stares ahead silently.
Not sad or upset. Just... tired.
But you don't ask him what's wrong.
Because you know him and you know if he wanted to tell you, he would.
Instead, you quietly pull him down and make him lie on your lap.
And perhaps for the first time in weeks, Hayato Suo is genuinely speechless.
"That is a rather bold suggestion."
"You look tired."
"Do I?"
"Very."
A small laugh escapes him.
For several seconds he simply stares up at you, completely stunned.
But then your fingers slide through his hair as your nails lightly scratch against his scalp.
"My, my," he murmurs softly. "If someone were to see us now, they might misunderstand."
You laugh.
"There's no one here so stop talking and enjoy it."
For a moment his breathing slows. And for once Hayato Suo allows himself to simply exist.
No expectations, no performance, just your fingers moving through his hair and the sound of your voice nearby.
A rare luxury.
One he secretly starts looking forward to far more than he should.
Kaji Ren
Kaji Ren doesn't know what to do with softness.
Fights, training, music, lollipop— those things make sense.
You don't.
Or rather, the way you make him feel doesn't.
At first, he thinks you're just being nice.
Sometimes you'll sit together sharing one earphone while a playlist plays quietly in the background. You'll start singing along absentmindedly, smiling to yourself while looking out the window.
And every single time, Kaji forgets the lyrics.
Because he's staring at you.
Then he realizes something dangerous.
He has started to look forward to seeing you, which immediately makes him panic.
Because Kaji isn't good with feelings, especially romantic ones. To him, the idea of liking someone feels terrifying.
What if he hurts you? What if he disappoints you? What if he isn't good enough?
So naturally, he starts avoiding you.
And every single time he does it, he feels awful.
Then one evening he returns home after a long day.
He's exhausted. His shoulders hurt. His head hurts. Everything hurts.
When he opens his apartment door, he notices a package sitting outside, with his name written on it.Inside are bags of his favorite lollipops with a small note resting on top.
"You looked tired lately. Make sure you're taking care of yourself too."
No signature, none needed.
His heart starts pounding immediately so fast that he actually puts a hand over his chest.
"...What the hell..."
And suddenly Kaji realizes, avoiding you feels impossible.
The next time he sees you, he's awkward as hell.You greet him normally, like you aren't responsible for the crisis currently happening inside his chest.
"Did you get the package?"
His ears immediately turn red.
"...Yeah."
"Did you like it?"
"...Yeah."
"That's good."
Your smile almost kills him.
After that he stops avoiding you and the two of you go back to sharing songs, sharing headphones, sometimes even sharing lollipops.
He still gets embarrassed every time, especially when you praise him.
One afternoon after watching him help someone, you gently pat his head.
"Good job, Ren."
He freezes and his ears become bright crimson.
His face follows shortly after.
His brain has completely stopped functioning.
Because that tiny headpat somehow feels more dangerous than every fight he's ever been in.
And from that day onward, Kaji starts secretly living for those moments.
Even if he'll never admit it.
Choji Tomiyama
Choji Tomiyama is strong, ridiculously strong.
But emotionally?
He's basically a giant puppy that wants attention, affection, and praise but pretends he doesn't.
At least for the first five minutes.
The moment he realizes you're willing to provide all three?
It's over.
The first time it happens, he had spent the entire day helping people and in the evening, you find him sprawled dramatically across a bench.
"Wow." You laugh. "You look dead."
"I am dead."
Without thinking, you sit beside him and start running your fingers through his hair.
A simple gesture, one you'd do for anyone you care about.
Choji immediately goes quiet.
You look down.
His eyes are closed but a ridiculous smile sits on his face.
"Choji?"
"This is nice, don't stop."
From then on it becomes a problem.
Because Choji quickly learns he likes your affection, a lot. So after particularly exhausting days, he'll immediately seek you out.
One afternoon he finds you sitting under a tree and without saying a word, he walks over and drops directly into your lap.
You nearly choke.
"CHOJI!"
"What?"
"You can't just do that!"
"Why not?"
His answer is completely genuine. in his mind, this is the most natural thing in the world.
He's tired, you're comforting.
Problem solved.
A few moments later your fingers are already scratching his scalp.
His eyes close instantly as a content sigh escapes him.
He wraps an arm loosely around your waist, like someone settling into their favorite blanket.
"There." Choji smiles. "My reward."
"Reward for what?"
"I contributed to society."
You burst out laughing.
He grins proudly.
Then five minutes later he's asleep, head resting in your lap, arms around your waist while your fingers continue moving through his hair.
For Choji, it's probably the closest thing to heaven.
And unfortunately for him, every single moment only makes his crush worse.
Jo Togame
Jo Togame spends a long time convincing himself he doesn't have feelings for you.
You're too kind, too gentle, too good.
And him?
He's Jo Togame, a guy who spent years carrying violence on his shoulders. A guy who always thinks every problem is somehow his responsibility. A guy who sees himself far more harshly than anyone else ever could.
So naturally he keeps his distance, at least at first.
Unfortunately for him, you're impossible to ignore.
Whenever you visit Shishitoren headquarters, you're never there for any special reason.
You're helping someone clean, helping someone study, helping someone patch up a scrape, listening to problems nobody else notices.
And every single time while Togame watches from a distance, his heart softening despite himself.
Then you spot him, and smile.
That smile is his greatest weakness.
Every time, you wave enthusiastically and suddenly this strong, intimidating fighter completely forgets how to function.
The situation gets worse when other members start paying attention to you too.
Some try flirting, some try impressing you, some simply enjoy being around you.
And every single one of them annoys him.
One day he finally snaps.
"You shouldn't come here by yourself."
You blink.
"Why?"
He sighs.
"There's no telling what kind of trouble you'll get dragged into."
You stare at him for a moment.
Then smile, a real smile. The kind that always destroys him.
"I'm not worried."
"...Why not?"
"Because you're here."
He freezes.
Your answer is immediate.
"I know you'll protect me."
Togame genuinely feels his heart stop.
Because to you it isn't some grand statement, it's just trust, pure and uncomplicated, something you've given him so naturally.
"Tch." He looks away. "You shouldn't trust me that much."
"Why not?"
"I'm still a guy." His voice drops lower. "And not exactly a good one."
Before he can continue, your hand gently covers his mouth.
His eyes widen.
You smile.
"Togame, you're one of the kindest people I know."
His chest tightens.
"You carry everyone's problems, you blame yourself for everything, you help people before they even ask." Your voice grows softer. "And that's exactly why I trust you."
For once Jo Togame has absolutely no argument, because you've somehow seen through every wall he built around himself.
He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh.
Then finally stops fighting his feelings.
Because against you?
He never really had a chance.
Hajime Umemiya
The thing about Hajime Umemiya is that he realizes he likes you much earlier than he intended.
At first, he tries to convince himself it's kind.
You happen to be good at treating injuries, you make good food, you're reliable. That's all.
Then one day Kotoha points out something very interesting.
"You know there are at least twenty people who would patch you up if you asked, right?"
Umemiya immediately goes silent.
Because she's right.
There are plenty of people. People who admire him, people who care about him, people who would happily help him.
And yet somehow, after every fight, his feet always carry him to the same place.
To you, every single time.
The moment he walks through the door, you'll immediately stand up.
"Sit."
"Hello to you too."
"Sit."
He laughs and obeys.
Not because he has to, but because he likes it.
He likes the way your brows furrow when you notice a cut. Likes the way your fingers carefully clean his injuries. Likes the way you scold him under your breath whenever he gets hurt.
"This one's deeper than last time."
"The other guy looked worse."
"Hajime."
"...Sorry."
You sigh.
He smiles.
Every time.
Because every time your fingers brush his skin while applying bandages, his chest gets a little warmer. Every time you hand him homemade food afterward, he finds himself smiling like an idiot.
"You made this?"
"Obviously."
"For me?"
"Who else?"
That answer destroys him every single time.
Then comes his favorite part, the quiet moments afterward.
The moments where he's finished eating and simply sits beside you. Listening to your voice, watching you talk, watching you smile, watching you exist.
And the worst part?
He knows exactly what he's doing.
He's absolutely using every excuse possible to spend more time with you.
A scrape that barely needs a bandage? He's showing up.
A bruise he'll normally ignore? He's showing up.
Anything that gives him an excuse to see you? He's showing up.
Because being around you feels peaceful, a rare kind of peace. The kind he doesn't get often.
And if he gets to spend a little extra time with his crush in the process?
Well, he's certainly not going to complain.
Yamato Endo
At first, Yamato Endo doesn't realize he's developing a habit.
He simply notices things, that's what he's always done.
People fascinate him, especially when they don't behave the way he expects.
And you?
You make absolutely no sense.
Everywhere he looks, you're helping someone. Helping a classmate carry books. Helping an old woman cross the street. Listening to someone's problems. Sharing your lunch. Offering encouragement. Always smiling, always gentle, always kind.
At first he observes because he's curious. Then he keeps observing because he enjoys it.
Then suddenly he realizes he's actively looking for you.
And that's where the problem starts.
Because Endo knows exactly what people think of him, of his group, of the people he surrounds himself with.
Thugs, troublemakers, delinquents.
People cross the street when they see them and get nervous.
It's normal.
So naturally he assumes you're no different.
Sure, you're kind but surely even you have limits. Surely you'd be nervous around him.
Then one afternoon he's sitting alone near your school. A fresh scrape sits along his jaw another on his hand. Nothing serious.
He's not even paying attention to them, until a shadow falls across him.He looks up and freezes.
You're standing there, smiling, holding out a small tube.
"Here."
Endo blinks.
"...What's this?"
"Ointment." You smile. "I've noticed you get cuts pretty often."
His mind immediately goes blank.
You've noticed?
"It helps them heal faster."
For the first time in a very long while, Yamato Endo is genuinely speechless. Not because of the ointment but because of the fact that you paid enough attention to notice. And cared enough to do something about it.
Then a familiar smirk slowly appears.
"That's sweet."
You smile. "Is that a yes?"
He holds up his hand.
"Since you're offering." His grin widens. "Put it on for me."
He expects hesitation, awkwardness, nervousness. Instead you simply sit down beside him.
"Okay."
And just like that, you're gently applying ointment to his cuts. Completely unbothered, completely comfortable, like you're not afraid of him at all.
The entire time Endo simply watches.
Your careful movements, your concentration, the concern in your eyes. And something in his chest finally snaps.
Because no, you're not treating him like a thug. You're not treating him like someone dangerous.
You're treating him like someone worth caring about.
And unfortunately for him?
That's exactly the moment he realizes he's completely finished. Absolutely, hopelessly done for.
Kyotaro Sugishita
Everything starts because of a stolen bag.
Someone tried to snatch your bag, he intervened, the idiot got scared and runs, end of story.
At least that's what he thought because apparently, you disagree.
And from that day onward, every time you see him, something happens.
The first time, you hand him a chocolate, the second time, it's chips, the third time, it's a drink. The fourth time, you're suddenly grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward a bench because he has a cut on his arm.
"Sit down."
"...Why?"
"Because you're bleeding."
"...It's fine."
"Sit."
And somehow he does.
At first Sugishita is completely confused because he doesn't understand why you are being so nice.
Why are you always smiling at him? Why do you keep approaching him?
Then he starts recognizing a pattern.
Every single time you see him, your entire face lights up, like seeing him makes you happy.
"Sugishita!"
He hears his name from across the street, looks up and immediately spots you running toward him waving enthusiastically.
The sight alone nearly kills him.
Because nobody has ever looked that happy to see him before. Not even Umemiya himself.
So since then, he starts waiting for it, without realizing. Looking around corners, checking crowds, wondering if you'll show up. And every single time you do, his day somehow gets better.
Then one afternoon you approach him holding a hair tie.His heart immediately starts panicking.
"Can I ask you something?"
"...Okay."
You smile.
"Can I tie your hair?"
Silence.
Sugishita genuinely thinks his soul leaves his body.
"...Why?"
"Because I think it'd look nice. You have a very handsome face and your hair always hides it."
How is he supposed to respond to that? How?Eventually he gives a stiff nod and you immediately brighten.
A few minutes later you're standing in front of him, carefully gathering his hair. Your fingers occasionally brushing against his neck.
His ears turning redder by the second.
And when you're finished, the effect is catastrophic.
You beam.
"See? You look handsome."
Sugishita nearly dies, so does the members of bofurin.
Because somehow Sugishita looks even more intimidating and significantly more attractive.
The compliments start immediately but Sugishita ignores all of them.
Because there's only one compliment replaying inside his head.
And unfortunately for him, he's already fallen far too hard to recover now.
Akihito Nirei
Nirei thinks you're amazing.
Honestly, everyone knows it, including him.
He just tries very hard not to say it every five minutes.
The problem is that you're always encouraging him.
Every time he successfully helps someone, every time he tries hard, every time he pushes himself forward...You're there.
Smiling, supporting him, believing in him.
And Nirei absolutely treasures it.
One afternoon after helping resolve a situation, he practically runs over to tell you about it.
A hand on his shoulder, a gentle smile, your fingers brushing through his hair... And every single time, Nirei feels his heart melt.
Because when you look at him, you never see his weaknesses. You only see someone worth encouraging.
And that's something he'll always cherish.
Mitsuki Kiryu
Mitsuki Kiryu figures out he's in trouble very quickly.
Because unlike some of the others, he's actually self-aware enough to recognize a crush when it happens.
The problem?
Knowing doesn't help, not when you're involved.
You have this habit of taking care of people so naturally that half the time you don't even realize you're doing it.
One moment you're listening to someone talk, the next you're fixing their collar, straightening their hair, brushing lint off their sleeve. It's second nature to you.
And unfortunately for Kiryu, he's one of your favorite victims because apparently you consider him as your "guy best friend".
One afternoon the two of you are sitting together while he scrolls through his phone, you suddenly lean closer.
"Hold still."
"Hm?"
Your fingers immediately start fixing his hair. A few strands had fallen out of place, nothing serious.
At least to you.
To Kiryu?
It's a disaster.
Because you're concentrating so hard. So close, so gentle and completely unaware of what you're doing to him.
"There." You smile proudly. "Much better."
Kiryu stares.
Then laughs softly.
Not because anything is funny, because he's trying very hard not to completely melt.
As time passes, he grows shameless.
Whenever you're together, he finds himself leaning closer using he excuse of being your friend. Resting beside you, letting you play with his hair... Not because he needs it, but because he likes how caring you become.
The truth is, Mitsuki Kiryu has always been good at making people comfortable. Yet somehow, around you, the roles reverse.
You make him feel cared for.
And every time your fingers slide through his hair while you're listening to him talk, he finds himself thinking the same thing.
Yeah. I'm definitely in love with her...
And honestly? At this point, there's nothing he can do about it.
