a/n: okay i needed a day break after watching the japan vs. brazil knockout match and i’ve come to accept it 😔
on the bright side, ya girl went to go see her favorite artist the neighbourhood two days ago and it was THE BEST CONCERT EVER. they are my FAVORITE artist of ALL TIME and they killed it with r.i.p. 2 my youth, devil’s advocate, and cherry flavoured omggg those were my favorite performances!!!
however, the crowd sucked bc why was i the only one singing to zombie and planet and the people sitting all around me were sitting in their seats scrolling on their phones??? and then they only stand up for sweater weather, softcore, and reflections? larpers, i tell you
synopsis: how they fall in love with you at a concert 🥰
isagi wasn't even supposed to be paying attention to anyone except the stage because he'd spent actual money on these tickets and had been counting down the days until the concert, yet somehow the universe decided that the most beautiful thing in the venue wasn't standing under the spotlight at all.
it was you, somewhere a few rows away, completely unaware that a boy who built his entire career around reading people had suddenly forgotten every lyric to his favorite song because he'd become too busy watching the way your face transformed whenever your favorite part came on.
what gets him first isn't even your appearance. it's your joy.
the way you don't seem embarrassed to sing every word even if your voice cracks, the way you laugh when confetti lands in your hair instead of brushing it away immediately, the way you reach over to grab your friend's hands during the emotional songs because feelings this big are meant to be shared with someone else.
you're so alive that it physically hurts him to look away.
somewhere in the middle of the encore, the artist tells everyone to put their phone flashlights up, and thousands of tiny lights bloom across the stadium like stars falling to earth. isagi looks around for maybe three seconds before his eyes find you again, because apparently they've already learned where home is.
your light sways gently above your head while you're smiling at absolutely nothing except the music surrounding you, and for one ridiculous second he thinks, if she smiled at me like that every day, i think i'd become the happiest man alive.
when everyone starts jumping together during the final chorus, somebody behind you accidentally bumps into your shoulder hard enough to throw you off balance, and before you can fully stumble, isagi instinctively reaches out to steady you despite being a complete stranger. your hand lands in his for only a second before you regain your footing.
"... sorry!" you laugh breathlessly.
"no, no, you're okay."
except neither of you let go immediately. it's barely two seconds. two seconds is enough though.
after the concert ends, thousands of people pour toward the exits, but somehow the crowd pushes the two of you into the same direction over and over again like fate is getting increasingly impatient.
eventually, you both end up laughing because every time one of you changes lanes, the other somehow ends up beside them again.
"i think the universe wants us to walk together."
isagi laughs so hard he almost forgets to answer. "i... honestly think it does."
he falls in love somewhere between walking you to the train station, talking about your favorite songs until midnight, and realizing that every memory of the concert already includes you instead of the artist he'd originally come to see.
years later, whenever people ask him what his favorite concert ever was, he smiles to himself because technically... he doesn't even remember half the setlist anymore.
he only remembers you.
itoshi rin
rin spends most concerts standing perfectly still with his arms crossed because he's not the type to scream or wave his hands around just because everyone else is doing it, and honestly he finds crowds annoying more often than not.
he came because he genuinely likes the music, not because he wanted to participate in whatever collective emotional breakdown everyone else seemed to be having.
then he notices you.
you're dancing. dancing enough that your shoulders sway naturally with the rhythm while your eyes stay fixed on the stage like every lyric means something personal to you.
for some reason, he can't stop looking.
he tells himself it's because you're blocking his view (as if he’s not 186 cm). then you move somewhere else. somehow he still finds you.
during one slower song, you quietly close your eyes, placing a hand over your heart while the singer performs an acoustic version that wasn't even on the album.
everyone else is recording. you're simply... listening.
rin doesn't know why that affects him so much.
maybe because you remind him that beautiful moments don't always have to be captured to last forever.
maybe because, for the first time in a while, someone looks as peaceful as the music sounds.
when the song ends, you wipe at your eyes with your finger before laughing at yourself, embarrassed that you'd gotten emotional over a song.
rin thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
after the concert, it's pouring rain outside. people scatter underneath awnings while calling rides.
you stand there staring at the sky before sighing. "... i knew i should've brought an umbrella."
without saying anything, rin walks over. he silently opens his umbrella. then tilts it toward you.
you blink. "... are you sure?"
"... you're going the same direction."
you weren't. he just decided you were.
the walk is mostly quiet, but somehow it never feels awkward. you point out random things, complain about the rain ruining your shoes, laugh whenever cars splash puddles too close to the sidewalk, and occasionally hum songs from the concert under your breath.
rin barely talks. he doesn't need to. listening to you somehow feels better than any playlist he's ever made.
by the time he gets home, his jacket smells faintly like your perfume because you'd been standing so close underneath the umbrella.
he doesn't wash it for almost two weeks.
itoshi sae
sae notices details before he notices people. expensive headphones. quality shoes. whether someone actually understands music or just listens to whatever is trending.
so when he catches you quietly mouthing harmonies instead of the main melody because you somehow know the background vocals by heart, that's the exact moment you catch his attention.
you actually listen.
he finds himself watching you between songs.
you clap for the live band. you cheer when the backdrop changes. you smile just as brightly for everyone on stage instead of only the celebrity singer in the center.
appreciation comes so naturally to you. he likes that.
then the artist asks everyone to turn toward the person next to them during a love song. complete strangers start laughing awkwardly. couples immediately wrap their arms around each other.
you end up beside sae. both of you stare at each other for half a second.
"... well," you grin.
“guess we're participating."
you sway together awkwardly for exactly 10 seconds before bursting into laughter because neither of you knows what you're supposed to be doing. but it’s infinitely better than pretending.
afterward, you both start talking about the performance itself instead of superficial things – favorite arrangements, vocal techniques, how the live version somehow sounded even better than the studio recording.
sae realizes you're one of the few people who's speaking to him because you genuinely enjoy the conversation instead of recognizing who he is. it's... refreshing.
before you leave, you casually mention, "music's always better when you have someone to experience it with." then you wave goodbye.
sae stands there long after you've disappeared into the crowd. somehow… the concert feels quieter after you leave.
he soon realizes that somewhere between discussing melodies and laughing over an awkward slow dance with a stranger… he'd already started hoping you wouldn't become one.
nagi seishiro
nagi almost doesn't go. after all, concerts involve standing. standing is exhausting.
crowds are loud. people are loud. existing is loud.
but reo practically drags him there, insisting it'll be "good for him."
halfway through the first song, nagi is already thinking about going home.
then you appear. well, more specifically… you notice someone behind you can't see over the crowd.
without hesitation, you switch places with them. no fuss, no announcement. only a tiny act of kindness.
nagi watches the entire interaction and thinks: huh.
later, someone drops their lightstick. you pick it up.
another person's phone dies. you offer your portable charger.
your friend gets tired. you lean against each other while singing.
you spend the whole concert making sure everyone around you is having just as much fun as you are.
nagi has never met someone who gives away pieces of their happiness so effortlessly.
eventually, your eyes meet his. "are you having fun?"
he blinks. "i think so."
"you think so?"
"i've never been to a concert before."
your face lights up. "then you have to scream during this next song."
"... do i?"
"yes."
"sounds like effort."
"i'll scream loud enough for both of us."
he actually laughs.
then during the next chorus… he cheers (once, an audible “woo!” only because you looked so proud of him).
after the concert, reo teases him the entire ride home because nagi has been smiling for almost 20 minutes straight without realizing it. "what?"
"nothing."
"reo."
"you're in love, dude."
"ugh. that's troublesome."
except… when nagi lies in bed that night, every time he closes his eyes, he doesn't hear the music anymore.
he hears your laugh.
mikage reo
reo notices you almost immediately because you're wearing merchandise from one of the artist's very first tours, faded from years of being loved instead of something brand new bought five minutes before entering the venue.
"you've been here since the beginning," he murmurs to himself.
he respects loyalty. he respects passion even more.
throughout the concert, he keeps accidentally catching glimpses of you.
you know every lyric. every fan chant. every inside joke. every tiny tradition the fandom has built over the years.
when the artist thanks everyone for staying with them through difficult times, your smile softens into something so full of pride that reo's chest tightens unexpectedly.
loving something for that long… he thinks that's beautiful.
near the end of the show, limited edition confetti begins raining down. everyone immediately starts scrambling to grab pieces. you manage to catch one.
then you notice the little girl beside you missed every single one. without thinking twice… you kneel down and hand her yours. "here."
"but... it's yours..."
"i'll remember tonight without it."
the little girl hugs you before running back to her parents.
reo doesn't think his heart has ever recovered from watching that.
later, while everyone slowly leaves, he notices you sitting quietly on a bench outside, scrolling through blurry videos you'd recorded while laughing because almost every single one was ruined by your own singing.
"guess you had fun?"
you look up. "... i don't think i recorded a single usable video."
"worth it?"
you smile so brightly it almost catches him off guard. "completely worth it."
that's when reo knows – life with you would probably look exactly like that.
imperfect photos. blurry memories. terrible recordings. but every single moment overflowing with genuine happiness.
before you part ways, he asks if you'd like to go to another concert together someday.
you grin. "only if you promise to sing, too."
reo laughs. "that's a dangerous request."
"i'll survive."
he hopes, more than anything, that the next concert won't be where he falls in love with you.
because by then… he wants to already have the privilege of holding your hand when the lights go down, gently lacing your fingers together as thousands of voices rise around you, knowing that no matter how incredible the artist on stage may be, the person standing beside him will always be his favorite part of the show.
bachira meguru
bachira is the type of person who somehow makes friends with the entire section before the opening act has even finished, which is exactly why he notices you so quickly, because while everyone else is either scrolling on their phones or screaming every time the lights dim for no reason, you're sitting on the floor outside the venue drawing little doodles of the stage setup inside a tiny notebook while quietly humming the artist's songs to yourself, and he immediately thinks you look like someone who sees beauty in things everyone else walks past without noticing.
he plops himself down beside you as if you've known each other for years instead of 30 seconds, peeking over at your sketchbook with absolutely zero shame before letting out the most dramatic gasp imaginable. "you drew the guitarist's little rabbit keychain!" he exclaims, eyes sparkling so brightly that they almost rival the sunlight. "everyone always notices the singer, but nobody notices the rabbit!"
you laugh. "i notice everything."
"me, too."
something in the way your smiles meet makes his heart perform a tiny cartwheel.
during the concert, bachira somehow always ends up looking toward you whenever something exciting happens because your reactions are somehow even more entertaining than the actual performance itself, and every single emotion you feel is written so honestly across your face that he starts anticipating your excitement before the songs even begin.
when your favorite track finally starts playing, your entire expression softens into something so tender that he can physically feel his chest ache because instead of screaming like everyone else, you simply close your eyes, place your hand over your heart, and smile so peacefully that it almost feels sacred to witness.
he finds himself smiling, too.
at one point, giant balloons begin floating over the crowd, and one bounces directly toward you before drifting just out of reach, making you laugh in defeat.
bachira immediately jumps high enough to smack it back toward you. "caught it!"
you burst into laughter. "you're literally my hero."
"that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today."
"it's only six o'clock."
"exactly. we've got plenty of time."
after the concert, you both wander around the venue because neither of you is emotionally ready to admit the night is over, sharing one pair of wired earpods while listening to the live recordings fans have already uploaded online, your shoulders brushing together every few steps until bachira realizes he's smiling so much that his cheeks actually hurt.
he falls in love because being around you feels exactly like his favorite songs – bright, comforting, unpredictable, and somehow capable of making an ordinary evening feel like the happiest memory he'll ever keep.
shidou ryusei
shidou arrives at the concert fully intending to lose his voice before the first chorus even begins because concerts, in his opinion, are not spectator events, but rather full-contact emotional experiences, and he has absolutely no intention of standing politely while music is blasting through stadium speakers.
then he hears someone behind him shouting the lyrics even louder than he is. he turns around. it's you.
your hair is already messy from dancing, you're laughing so hard you almost miss the next verse, and somehow you're matching his energy without either of you even trying.
"YOU KNOW THIS ONE, TOO?”
"OF COURSE I DO!"
"NO WAY!"
"YES WAY! YOU THINK I’M A FAKE FAN?"
for the rest of the concert, the two of you become complete menaces together – jumping, screaming, accidentally inventing choreography that absolutely does not exist, making eye contact every single time the beat drops because somehow you've already developed your own silent language made entirely of excitement.
when security sprays water over the front rows to cool everyone down, you both get absolutely drenched within seconds. everyone else complains. you throw your head back and laugh.
shidou thinks… yeah. there you are. the girl i've apparently been waiting my whole life to meet.
after the encore, you're both sweaty, exhausted, and completely out of breath while sitting on the curb outside the venue eating convenience store popsicles because every nearby restaurant has a two-hour wait.
"best concert ever?" he asks.
"best concert ever."
"even though we're soaked?"
"especially because of that."
he stares at you for a second before laughing so loudly that people walking past turn around.
finally, someone who lives life exactly the way he does – loudly, wholeheartedly, without apologizing for loving things with every ounce of their heart.
somewhere between sharing your popsicle because his melts too fast and arguing over which song should've been saved for the encore, he realizes he doesn't want the night to end.
so he does what he’s been dying to do all night – he asks for your number.
karasu tabito
karasu notices people the same way he notices passing opportunities during a match – quietly, carefully, always looking for the little details everyone else overlooks.
which is exactly why the first thing he notices about you isn't your face, but the way you instinctively thank every employee you interact with, from the security guard checking your ticket to the teenager handing you a bottle of water, speaking so sincerely that every single person smiles back at you.
he raises an eyebrow. cute.
inside the venue, he watches as you spend almost 10 minutes helping a group of strangers take photos together because one of them kept accidentally cutting someone's head out of frame, refusing to leave until every single picture turned out perfectly.
"there. everyone looks good now."
you don't even ask for anything in return. karasu can't explain why that sticks with him. maybe because kindness that expects nothing back is surprisingly rare.
eventually, the two of you end up standing beside each other when the crowd shifts.
the artist starts performing an emotional ballad. everyone grows quiet.
you whisper, almost to yourself, "live music always sounds better."
karasu hears it. he doesn't respond immediately. instead… after a few moments… "yeah. i agree."
you look at him with quiet surprise before smiling so gently that he almost forgets how to breathe.
conversation comes naturally after that. two strangers talking about music, childhood memories, favorite albums, dreams they'd never admitted out loud to anyone else because somehow concerts have a strange way of making honesty feel easier.
by the time you're walking home together beneath glowing streetlights, karasu realizes something that makes him laugh under his breath – he'd spent years believing the right person would challenge him.
then he met you. and discovered that sometimes… peace can be just as intoxicating.
kaiser michael
kaiser attends the concert wearing sunglasses despite it being indoors because anonymity has become a luxury he rarely gets to enjoy anymore, and he intends to spend the evening quietly appreciating the music without cameras following his every movement for once.
unfortunately for him… someone recognizes him anyway. whispers begin spreading. phones slowly appear. he sighs.
then you walk directly past the growing crowd without even looking at him.
you're not pretending not to know who he is. you're just completely absorbed in the opening performance instead.
for the first time that evening… he smiles.
later, someone accidentally bumps into you, causing your drink to spill across the floor, muttering, "oh no..."
instead of getting upset, you simply laugh. "well... at least it wasn't on anybody."
kaiser quietly hands you the unopened bottle of water he'd been carrying.
you blink. "oh… thank you."
"don't mention it."
"i was going to buy another one anyway."
"then let me buy yours."
"that seems unfair."
"life usually is."
you laugh so softly that something warm settles inside his chest.
throughout the rest of the concert, he catches himself studying your profile more often than the stage itself.
every time the lights flash across your face. every time you mouth the lyrics. every time your eyes widen with childlike excitement whenever the artist changes an arrangement unexpectedly.
you never once glance at him with recognition. not until the concert ends.
while everyone is leaving, someone nearby suddenly shouts his name. you look between them. then back at him. "... wait… you're michael kaiser?"
he braces himself, expecting excitement, selfies, questions. but you smile sheepishly. "that explains why you looked so familiar."
then you shrug. "still. i'm glad i met you before i knew who you were."
nobody has ever given him a greater compliment.
for one beautiful evening… he wasn't admired.
he was simply… a man standing beside the woman who unknowingly became the highlight of his night and life.
ness alexis
ness spends almost the entire concert completely enchanted by the music because he feels everything so intensely that live performances always leave him emotionally devastated in the best possible way, yet somehow, despite the thousands of people filling the venue, his attention keeps drifting toward the person standing beside him who keeps smiling at complete strangers as though happiness is something meant to be shared instead of protected.
during one song, everyone begins raising handmade banners for the artist. yours accidentally tears in half. you stare at it for exactly three seconds before laughing.
"well. that's unfortunate."
instead of feeling embarrassed, you simply wave the two tiny halves around like separate flags.
ness laughs so unexpectedly that he has to cover his mouth.
you hear it. "what?"
"nothing, nothing.”
"it's just… you made the situation cute."
"crying would've taken too much energy."
he smiles. he likes the way your mind works.
when the artist starts speaking about dreams, perseverance, and the people who supported them before success arrived, he notices tears quietly gathering in your eyes. tiny ones. you wipe them away before anyone notices.
except… ness notices. afterward, he gently offers you a tissue without saying a word.
you accept it with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. "thank you."
"i cry at concerts, too." he admits it so quietly that you almost miss it.
your expression brightens immediately. "really?"
"every single time."
"oh thank goodness. i thought i was weird."
"no, never. music is supposed to make you feel something."
by the end of the night, the two of you are sitting on the station platform waiting for different trains while discussing your favorite lyrics as though you're analyzing poetry instead of pop songs, and ness can't stop staring every time you become excited because your entire face lights up with such genuine warmth that it almost makes the fluorescent station lights seem dim by comparison.
when your train finally arrives, you stand, wave goodbye, then pause.
"maybe we could go to another concert together someday?"
ness forgets how to answer for approximately five full seconds because his heart has become far too busy celebrating.
"...i'd… i'd really like that."
as your train disappears into the distance, he realizes the strange ache in his chest isn't sadness that the concert is over.
it's the overwhelming hope that one day, when the lights dim and the first notes begin to play again, the seat beside his won't belong to a stranger anymore.
June 27....hottest day ever recorded in germany....I am sweating the pacific ocean it was 41 DEGREES CELSIUS i wanted jotaro kujo to take me from behind not the climate straight from hell
Everybody is complaining 'bout Teddy's character design and the guy who translates the manga in Spanish said he looks like the long-lost child of Kunigami and Hiiragi 😭😭😭
Also, why is he called Teddy? I have to admit that it makes more sense, maybe it's short for Theodore or something like that. At least he's not an Hispanic guy named Bunny.
i would def hope that it's short for theodore because i can't take "teddy" seriously 😭
and while i thought "bunny" was weird at first, it's WAYYY better than this new gen's name + bunny's character design eats, teddy's is like... oh.
both japan and germany are out of the world cup now.. let's cry eyeliner together💔 (i supported germany)
i supported both 😞😞😞
i saw this isagi and kaiser fanart on instagram, but please... this is too much 💔
watching the game first thing in the morning because of the timezone difference and then working an 8-hour shift and seeing customers with brazil jerseys walking in was hard 😭
I know many people already talked about him but I'm still gonna insult him. First, wth is "Teddy" 😭😭!? It's the same name as Mr Bean's Teddy Bear I can't-At least with Bunny, his design compensates for his name but TEDDY? He looks like a failed mix of Nagi and Karasu. Also how DARE HE kick my boy Bachira in the face???!!!
For once, the fandom is RIGHT about slandering him.
heyyy kuraaa I just needed to yap cause I have a math exam coming up and studying is making me genuinely crash out ahacsgavagahabsbab i hate math omg
this is literally me:
heyyy GOOD LUCK!!! i know that maths can be a pain so i hope that it went well if you finished the exam already, and if it's soon, then make sure to study well and take breaks!
there're so many peak songs from Chase Atlantic but Heaven and Back just does something to me
I FREAKING LOVE HEAVEN AND BACK.
NO ACTUALLY, I LOVE CHASE ATLANTIC.
also funny little story: heaven and back is the song that got my best friend into chase atlantic. i told her that if she was a song, she would be that song because she's so pretty, and then a few years later, we're in las vegas with VIP tickets, standing in the pit, seeing them live 😭😭😭
Before Germany lost the game I was like "can at least one of my teams win their games today pleaseeeeee" 😭😭😭😭
But then I fell in love with Paraguay's goalkeeper cuz he was fine and good at his job like 😜🤭🤭🤭
And then I started laughing cuz I know that France is gonna beat them sooo hahahahahahaha
Like France is bet to win the WC 😂 so even if Germany won they would've still lost. Like I knew they weren't gonna make it farrrr.
GERMANY AND JAPAN LOSING IN ONE DAY, STRAIGHT PAIN 💔💔💔
honestly i love mbappe and france so much, and i know most people think they're gonna win the world cup, but i am also rooting for argentina because they're really good and they have messi so like 😭
