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༒︎⊰━━eighteen, art student, sobrang filipina, yumeshipper, amateur tarot reader, weird kid on the inside, hot girl on the outside
BAKUGO KATSUKI'S first love, CHUUYA NAKAHARA kisser, AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE defender, DAZAI OSAMU's pretty little thing, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI's wife, GOJO SATORU's problematically young girlfriend, and many more! ⊰━━━༒︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
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attack on titan / bungo stray dogs / dc comics / genshin impact / haikyuu!! / jujutsu kaisen / kuroko no basket / my hero academia / resident evil / tokyo revengers / etc...
Hii can you do one where the bllk boys s/o meet their teammates and their reaction to their s/o
You can completely ignore me if u choose🥲
— ᨳଓ meet the team
Sae Itoshi, Yoichi Isagi, Seishiro Nagi, Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi hated award ceremonies.
Too many cameras. Too many interviews. Too many people trying to talk to him when he had absolutely no interest in talking back, the only thing making tonight remotely tolerable was you.
His eyes lifted from his phone as you stepped out of the bedroom.
The black dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly, elegant without trying too hard. For a second, Sae forgot what he was doing. Then he stood up, grabbed your heels and purse before you could.
"You clean up nice."
You laughed.
"Just nice?"
His lips twitched.
"Beautiful."
The ride to the venue was peaceful. The second you walked through the entrance, however, the peace disappeared.
"SAEEE!"
You barely had time to react before a pink-haired blur appeared.
Sae's face immediately soured.
"Not him."
"Who?"
"Problem number one."
"YOU MUST BE Y/N!"
Shidou practically materialized in front of you and before you could answer, Sae's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his side.
"Eyes up." He murmured taking note of the way Shidou was looking at you.
"I'm just looking!"
"Look somewhere else."
Shidou grinned, "So possessive."
You couldn't help laughing which only encouraged him.
Unfortunately.
Within minutes, more of Sae's teammates began gathering around.
First came Aiku.
Then Sendou.
Then somehow half the room.
They'd all heard rumors about Sae's girlfriend, the mysterious woman he'd somehow managed to keep hidden for over a year.
Nobody expected you.
Especially not when you turned out to be warm, friendly, and willing to actually answer their questions.
Unlike your boyfriend.
"So how'd you two meet?"
"Does Sae smile around you?"
"Is he always this grumpy?"
"Has he ever laughed?"
"Are you being held hostage?"
You laughed while Sae looked increasingly annoyed, the traitors weren't even trying to hide it anymore.
"You know," Aiku said eventually, shaking his head, "I really wasn't expecting this."
You tilted your head.
"Expecting what?"
"This."
He gestured between you and Sae.
"You're sunshine."
Then he pointed at Sae.
"He's... whatever that is."
"Watch it."
Aiku ignored him.
"If he ever gets annoying, feel free to call me."
He handed you his phone. "Actually, here's my numb—"
The phone disappeared.
Everyone watched Sae slip it into his suit pocket.
Aiku stared.
"Did you just steal my phone?"
"No."
"Then why is it in your pocket?"
"It's confiscated."
"For what?!"
Sae draped an arm over your shoulders.
"Attempted theft."
Aiku looked offended.
"You can't steal your own teammate's girlfriend."
"You can try."
The smile Sae gave him wasn't a smile at all.
Aiku immediately backed up.
"Actually, you know what? Never mind."
Smart man.
— ᨳଓ
The Blue Lock boys had been begging Yoichi Isagi to bring you around for months.
Months.
Every practice, every group chat, every dinner.
"Do you even have a girlfriend?"
"Show us proof."
"What if he's lying?"
"Maybe she doesn't exist."
So when Isagi finally agreed to bring you to a team gathering, everyone was excited.
A little too excited.
The second you walked through the restaurant doors, Bachira spotted you.
"There she is!"
Every head turned.
You immediately froze, "There are more people here than I expected."
Bachira was first to greet you, followed quickly by the other men who were extremely curious about the woman dealing with Isagi.
And somehow, within twenty minutes, you'd completely won them over.
You laughed at Bachira's jokes.
Listened to Chigiri talk about training.
Complimented Reo's watch.
Asked Kunigami about his workout routine.
By the time dinner arrived, everyone adored you.
"Nah," Chigiri declared dramatically. "She's too nice for you."
"What?"
"Way too nice."
"I agree," Reo added.
"Guys."
"She's out of your league," Igaguri nodded.
"GUYS."
You laughed into your drink while Isagi buried his face in his hands.
— ᨳଓ
Seishiro Nagi didn't understand why everyone cared, you were his girlfriend.
That was it.
No big deal, but Apparently everyone else disagreed.
Especially Reo.
"Nagi."
"What?"
"Bring your girlfriend."
"Why?"
"Because I want to meet her."
"No."
Three weeks later, Nagi finally gave in.
The moment you arrived, Reo stood up so quickly he nearly knocked over his chair.
"NAGI."
"What?"
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME SHE WAS THIS PRETTY."
You blinked.
Nagi blinked.
Then Nagi wrapped an arm around your waist.
"Mine."
Reo looked offended, for starters he thought he was closer with Nagi and also because his alleged best friend thought he would try to take his girlfriend from him.
The rest of the team quickly gathered around.
Unlike Nagi, you were incredibly social, so everyone quickly realized how the relationship worked.
You handled people.
Nagi handled existing.
At one point, you left to grab another drink.
The second you were gone, everyone turned toward Nagi.
"How?"
"Huh?"
"How did YOU get her?"
Nagi shrugged.
"Asked."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"THAT'S IT?!"
Nagi yawned.
"Worked, didn't it?"
Unfortunately, he had a point.
— ᨳଓ
Nobody knew Rin Itoshi had a girlfriend.
Literally nobody.
It wasn't like he was hiding you, he just didn't like his teammates so he didn't feel the need to fill them in on personal matters.
So when he casually showed up to a training camp with you beside him, the entire facility stopped functioning.
"Who is that?"
"Is that Rin's sister?"
"He has a sister?"
"No, idiot."
Rin ignored all of it, you however, noticed immediately.
"I think they're staring."
"They are."
"Why?" You rubbed your arm nervously.
"Because they're stupid." He grabbed your hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.
"Rinnie, be nice. I'm sure they're just curious."
"I'm being nice."
You gave him a look.
He looked away.
Unlike Rin, you were approachable.
Which meant everyone immediately started talking to you.
The betrayal hit Rin almost instantly, one second you were standing beside him.
The next you were laughing with his teammates.
"Rin."
"Hm."
"Your girlfriend is really nice."
"So?"
"You aren't."
"..."
"Opposites really do attract." Isagi laughed.
The glare Rin sent Isagi nearly caused physical damage.
You eventually returned to Rin's side.
The moment you did, his mood visibly improved.
You smiled.
"Miss me?"
"No."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Not even a little?"
Rin silently reached for your hand.
Interlocking your fingers.
Never looking at you.
The entire team collectively lost their minds.
"HE'S HOLDING HANDS."
"HE'S BLUSHING."
"I'M NOT."
You looked up at him.
He was absolutely blushing.
I got in a wreck a few days ago AND started summer classes so I've been a little delayed on writing mb
before everything went down, rin was your best friend. well, maybe a little more at some times, but still.
since childhood, you two were stuck together. you were neighbours, and your parents were friends which led to you two having to be friends too.
the first time you met as two 6-year-old children, he was awkward, hiding behind his mother's leg while only one of his teal eyes peeped out from behind her thigh, just to catch a glimpse of you.
you were more bold, your hands on your hips as you smiled. his brother, sae, seemed okay with being friends with you. once sae hung out with you, rin started to come along too. rin loved his brother. and if his brother was friends with someone, and seemed to like him, rin wouldn't mind being friends with that someone too.
which is how you two became closer.
one day, you wanted to hang out with sae and rin but sae was sick. but rin still wanted to hang out with you despite his brother not coming with him.
at age 10, both of you were going to the park down the road, laughing together on the swings, playing with his action figures.
it was fun.
sometimes you went through the bushes to the lake, sitting beside him on the dock and feeling the wind in your hair.
"this should be our special place." you said happily, looking around the secretive area.
"hm, sure." rin mumbled, also observing.
time flew by and you were in university. you remained friends, but one night together in his room led to another and many more. no feelings attached. but for you, it felt like something more.
nights when his parents weren't home. sae was in spain, so the house was quiet.
just two young adults stressed with life and needed some sort of release.
but tonight was different.
you panted and huffed as he collapsed beside you, your bodies slick with sweat, the sheets a mix of your scent and his cologne.
you sighed, staring at the ceiling.
"rin?"
"yea?"
"i need to tell you something important."
rin paused, eyebrows furrowing.
"what is it?"
your eyes grew glossy, not wanting to look at him.
"i'm... moving."
silence.
"what?"
"don't make me say it again."
rin sat up slowly, some sort of emotion flashing across his face.
sadness? anger? it was hard to read rin out of the corner of your eye.
that night was quiet.
more quiet than his parents and sae not being home.
he cleaned you up tenderly.
he didn't talk much.
you told him to call you.
then he sent you back to your house.
it wasn't like you two were breaking off anything.
you still had remnants of friendship left.
at least you thought.
the day you left, you didn't see rin. only his parents.
they were sad, saying rin didn't come out of his room. and then a large wave of sadness hit you as you got into the car.
a year into settling into your new home, you tried to text rin.
"hey, would you want to meet up some time?"
nothing came back. you were confused.
why would rin not respond? you sent him some texts over time. no response to every single one.
which is when you realised he blocked you.
you checked social media, only to realise he blocked you there too. your throat was tightening each time you refreshed his page.
"user not found."
and when scrolling on your feed, you found out in the worst way possible.
a head of familiar hair, the same clothing style, the same stance. his arm was wrapped around the girl's waist, leaning close.
rin had a fucking girlfriend.
which is why he blocked you on everything possible.
you were angry, sad, jealous even? how could he not tell you.
the whole friends with benefits thing made it awkward, which was reasonable, but he didn't have to go as far as to block you?
another year passed and you moved on. little things would come remind you of rin though.
a familiar scent when you walked through crowds, which made you look around like a lost puppy. once you caught yourself doing that, you internally smacked yourself.
walking around the city and seeing a shop with a display mannequin wearing a long sleeve turtleneck he used to wear constantly.
it made your heart pang.
you missed all the years you could have spent with rin, the ones where maybe you could become something more than just two childhood friends treating the most intimate moments as just something to brush off.
of course, you had your own hookups here and there, but nothing would compare to rin. and that made you angry.
why did everything have to connect to him? it just ruined everything.
another year went by and you graduated, now you were searching for a job.
that's when an office offered you a position as a clerk. it was a hard, but stable job, and the office was located 30 minutes away.
and it was close to your old home.
which meant it was close to rin itoshi's home. if he even lived there still.
you pushed that thought aside, accepting the job.
you met new people, made new friends and actually enjoyed your job. memories with rin started to slip your mind little by little as life moved on.
now you were 24, earning great income and enjoying your life without rin.
until, one office break, you were sitting with your co-workers in the break room, the tv on.
you never paid attention to the tv, only this time, your co-workers seemed intrigued with what was on the screen.
a soccer game. more so the highlights, but still.
the score was 3-0 already, and despite that, the team that was winning still seemed like they were about to score even more goals.
everyone held their breath as a man approached the goal with the ball, dribbling past players and charging through.
the room echoed with cheers as he scored, making the score 4-0.
only then when there was a close up of the man did you gasp.
rin itoshi.
you stood frozen in place as you stared at the screen helplessly.
"you okay?" one of your friends poked your shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
you quickly snapped out of it and nodded.
"yup, im going to get air."
"wait, at this time? be careful!"
but it was futile as you were already out the door.
rin.
rin itoshi.
those memories which faded over time came rushing back, flooding your brain.
over 4 years, the hurt still remained and you could never get rid of it. it was a recurring feeling.
tears pricked at your eyes as your legs carried you to that place.
the special place.
you trudged through overgrowth, seeing that the dirt path still remained.
taking off your heels, you walked through, finding yourself at the dock which looked relatively stable, so you sat on the edge and stared at the sunset.
despite hating him, rin itoshi was a part of your life and you couldn't get rid of him.
memories all the way from a decade ago resurfaced.
when you hurt yourself in the playground and he carried you on his back.
when he went with you to the dance in high school because you didn't have a date.
all the nights you shared together.
it's said that soulmates have an invisible thread that keep them linked together. one that can't be cut. it can be pulled to a great extent. but it can't be destroyed. that thread was tied around your pinky. and—
crack!
your head perked up immediately as a branch snapped behind you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the footsteps grew closer.
he sat beside you on the edge of the dock, also staring at the sunset.
that invisible thread was tied around his thumb.
a tear spilled down your cheek.
the thread always had a way of bringing you two back together.
as you wept he shifted closer.
"i'm sorry."
"for wha—"
"leaving you all those years. blocking you."
you were angry. but you let him finish.
"every day of my life, i've thought of you. i didn't want to live a life where you would disappear. the day you moved i couldn't face you. i was pathetic."
he paused.
"i believe you found out i had a girlfriend one year."
you nodded, unable to speak.
"i'm sorry i didn't tell you, i blocked you because i didn't want to face the fact that i..."
you looked at him, seeing the darkness beneath his long lower lashes.
"i love you."
your eyes widened. he didn't say loved.
"rin?"
"i still love you."
one apology cannot fix everything that happened over 4 years, but with time, love can rekindle.
that day you didn't forgive rin just yet, but you talked for a while.
he broke up with his girlfriend after four months.
it was short-lived because you were always on his mind.
you ended up talking about your hookups because you didn't have a love life when he ws gone. it was weird to admit, but at least it was out there.
as the sun set, you smiled a little. it felt nice to feel like a 10-year-old again when you didn't have a care for anything in the world.
rin still felt guilty, but he wanted to make everything up to you. whether that be through your hatred or disappointment, he just wanted you.
to be fair, not all relationships are perfect. sometimes there's small bumps to overcome. hills. for you two it felt like mountains.
but it was alright in the end. and that's all that mattered.
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"wow, that's dramatic," sae mumbled at the dinner table, chewing thoughtfully.
after sae and rin made up, it was agreed he'd be invited over to you and rin's apartment for dinner. your wedding band glinted in the light and you chuckled.
sharing your getting-together story with sae was awkward because he didn't talk until the very end.
"whatever, you can't be talking," you rolled your eyes, finishing off your food.
sae narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. after all, he had been in certain situations himself.
"never knew my brother could pull it off in the end, huh?" sae took a direct jab at rin, raising his eyebrows.
"shut it," he snarled, his hand on your thigh under the table.
their rivalry still existed, but at least it was kept under control.
you placed your hand over rin's, stroking his knuckles softly.
he seemed to calm down in an instant.
"anyway, what about you and that pink-antennae guy?" you probed sae.
"no."
"no?"
a/n: shucks i know the apology was vague and not very grovelling but you get the gist guys 🥹 requested by @cuddycandle
a/n: my coworker gagged me when i couldn’t reach something so he did it for me and when i said thank you he said “you just had to stretch a little more” mind you i couldn't reach it at all. hoe.
synopsis: the kind of pictures they’d post of you on their instagram story that would make everyone feel single.
blurry candid of you laughing because he said something stupid.
i mean genuinely blurry. your face is half-moving. the table is crooked. the photo quality looks like it was taken during an earthquake.
caption: "proof she finds me funny."
song: love on the brain – rihanna.
the funniest part is that isagi posts this with his whole chest. no irony. no embarrassment. no self-awareness.
because in his mind? making you laugh is one of his greatest accomplishments.
he stares at this picture more than some of his match highlights.
fans immediately lose their minds once they zoom in and realize you're looking directly at him while laughing. not at the camera. not at somebody else. him.
comments become:
"girl blink twice if he's forcing you to laugh."
"he definitely told the worst joke imaginable."
"the way she's looking at him i'm going the fuck to bed "
and isagi is scrolling through the comments smiling like an idiot because nobody understands.
he remembers exactly what he said. it wasn't even funny. somehow you laughed for 5 straight minutes.
that's his favorite part.
itoshi rin
random photo he took of you looking out the bullet train window.
the lighting isn't special. you're not posing. your hair isn't even done. you're literally just existing.
caption: none.
song: nothing's gonna hurt you baby – cigarettes after sex.
by the time the post hits 3 minutes old, there are already edits.
by the time it hits 30 minutes old, there are essays.
because WHY DOES HE HAVE THIS PHOTO.
why was he looking at you? why did he save it? why did he post it? why does it feel so intimate?
everyone realizes you clearly didn't know he took the picture.
which means rin saw you sitting there and thought: yeah. i need to keep this forever.
the screenshot count becomes absurd. people start calling it "the train photo." entire fan accounts are dedicated to analyzing it.
rin does not acknowledge any of this. but when someone asks him why he posted it, he just shrugs.
"liked the picture." that's it.
little does everyone know that his camera roll contains approximately 800 more photos exactly like it. completely unposed. completely unnoticed.
his favorite version of you is the one that isn't trying.
itoshi sae
photo of you wearing his sunglasses while crossing a street somewhere in madrid. both hands wrapped around his bicep.
you're talking about something. he doesn't remember what. he just remembers looking down and thinking you looked cute. so he snapped a quick one.
caption: "thief."
song: telepatía – kali uchis.
the internet explodes immediately. because sae doesn't post. sae barely acknowledges humanity. sae posting a picture of somebody is already a historical event. sae posting a picture where you're clearly attached to him like a koala? global emergency.
comments become:
"HE’S SMILING." "SAE ITOSHI SMILING IN THE BIG 2026???" "somebody check on rin."
the funniest part? everybody is right. he is absolutely smiling.
he spent 10 minutes choosing between 3 nearly identical photos. 10 whole minutes. that's basically a marriage proposal by sae standards.
later, someone asks where the sunglasses came from.
he responds: "they’re mine."
then logs off. he wanted everyone to know exactly whose sunglasses they were. and exactly who stole them.
nagi seishiro
photo of you asleep.
that's it. absolutely diabolical behavior.
caption: "she's charging."
song: single – the neighbourhood.
people think it's a joke. it is. but it's also not.
nagi genuinely sees you as some kind of adorable electronic device.
you take naps. you need snacks. sometimes you stop functioning. therefore: charging. simple.
the photo itself is ridiculously cute. your cheek is squished against a pillow. you're holding onto his hoodie sleeve. one sock is missing. nobody knows where it went. not even nagi.
comments become:
"FREE HER." "bro posted her unconscious." "is she a girlfriend or a tamagotchi?”
nagi is confused by the backlash. "what? she looked cute."
that's literally his entire defense.
the worst part is that every few months he does it again. sleeping in the car. sleeping on the couch. sleeping on his shoulder. sleeping during movies.
fans have accidentally been given a complete sleep study over the course of your relationship.
nagi thinks this is perfectly normal.
mikage reo
photo of you standing in the middle of some luxury shopping district in tokyo. probably harajuku. maybe ginza. doesn't matter. somehow you look expensive just standing there.
you're not even doing anything. you're checking your phone. that's it.
caption: "that's MY muse."
song: fashion killa – a$ap rocky.
this post creates approximately 17,000 edits within the hour.
reo accidentally posted what looks like a luxury campaign advertisement.
people are convinced a magazine took the photo. but nope. just reo. who has approximately 6,000 photos of you in his favorites folder.
and yes. the folder is actually named "museum." because he thinks you're art.
fans discover this fact later and collectively evaporate. comments become:
"reo mikage i know that's you liking every edit." "he's refreshing the tag." "he wants that cookie so bad."
and they're right. reo posts the story. watches the views climb. searches your name. likes edits. saves edits. sends edits to you. comments "so true" under edits of his own girlfriend.
then acts completely normal when confronted.
the man is your biggest fan. everybody knows it. especially him.
bachira meguru
the photo is you running ahead of him through a festival at night. lights everywhere. lanterns overhead. people passing by.
the picture is slightly blurry because he was literally running after you when he took it.
caption: "wait for meeee!"
song: can i call you tonight? – dayglow.
the photo feels like a memory before it even becomes one. that's what destroys everybody.
it doesn't look posed. it doesn't look curated. it looks like one of those moments you don't realize is important until years later. like it’s nostalgic.
your hair is bouncing behind you. you're halfway turned around because he's yelling your name.
and somehow the picture captures exactly how happy he is just following you around.
comments immediately become:
"this looks like the ending scene of an indie romance movie." "why am i crying 💔” "he's literally following her like a golden retriever."
correct. bachira sees absolutely nothing wrong with this. he likes following you around.
you're interesting. sometimes you randomly stop to look at things. sometimes you drag him somewhere. sometimes you get distracted. it's fun.
later, he reveals there are approximately 47 photos from this exact night.
35 of them are just you smiling at him while standing exactly 3 feet away. because apparently that's his favorite view.
shidou ryusei
photo of you flipping off the camera after he spent the last 20 minutes being the most annoying man alive. your expression is murderous.
his laugh can practically be heard through the screen.
caption: "she wants me."
song: true – spandau ballet.
the internet collectively develops high blood pressure.
comments instantly become:
"that's literally not what that means." "she looks one inconvenience away from homicide." "ryusei i am begging you to read body language."
shidou is liking every single comment because he thinks they're hilarious.
what makes it worse is that you posted your own story immediately afterward. same photo. caption: "i don't."
somehow this only makes people more convinced you're soulmates.
the thing is shidou genuinely believes annoying you is a love language.
unfortunately though? every time you threaten him, he gets happier. nobody knows why. not even him.
karasu tabito
photo of you walking ahead of him at night. holding his hand. just the back of you. nothing fancy. no dramatic lighting. no expensive scenery. no special occasion.
caption: "favorite person to waste time with."
song: sure thing – miguel.
THAT'S THE ONE.
the post goes viral because it feels so unfairly intimate.
everyone expected something flashier. something more obvious. instead, he drops the most devastatingly romantic thing imaginable and leaves.
it makes sense. karasu's affection has always been sneaky. he's not the type to make speeches. but he is the type to remember your coffee order even after 3 years. the type to call when he knows you're bored. the type to stay on the phone with you while doing absolutely nothing.
and this picture? it feels exactly like that.
comments become:
"waste time?????" "that's somehow more romantic than an engagement." “this just raised my standards, thank you.” "he talks about her like she's his favorite hobby."
you are. and he'd never admit that out loud.
kaiser michael
mirror picture. you're wearing a dark blue dress that’s long, elegant, fitted in some places and loose in others. somehow both sophisticated and effortless. the kind of outfit that makes people stop scrolling.
caption: "art appreciation post."
song: art deco – lana del rey.
the internet loses its collective damn mind.
because everybody knows this isn't actually about fashion. this is kaiser publicly staring at his girlfriend. that's what this is.
comments immediately become:
"bro thinks he's at the louvre." "HE'S LOOKING AT HER LIKE A RENAISSANCE PAINTING." "somebody get this man a museum membership."
the answer is yes. absolutely yes.
kaiser genuinely believes beauty should be acknowledged. loudly. dramatically. repeatedly. and beauty is you.
he spends 15 minutes deciding which picture shows the dress best. then another 5 staring at it after posting.
if somebody asks why he uploaded it? he'll shrug.
"people should be allowed to admire art."
meanwhile ness is somewhere off-screen resisting the urge to throw his phone into traffic.
ness alexis
photo of you holding a huge bouquet. flowers in all your favorite colors. you're wearing pajamas. completely bare faced. hair still messy from sleep. clearly woke up less than an hour ago.
caption: "picked the right ones :)"
song: baby i'm yours – arctic monkeys.
the smiley face is important. extremely important. life-changingly important. because ness typed it. deleted it. typed it again. deleted it. stared at it. walked around his apartment. came back. stared at it some more. then finally posted it.
the photo itself absolutely destroys people. you're not dressed up that’s why. you're not posing.
it's painfully domestic. painfully real.
comments become:
"he bought her flowers before she even brushed her hair i’m crine.” "the smiley face is making me emotional." "this is the most boyfriend picture i've ever seen."
the thing is, ness doesn't even realize why everyone loves it. to him, the flowers are the focus. he spent forever picking them. he remembers every color you like. he wanted you to smile when you woke up.
and everyone else is staring at the picture thinking: oh. this man is absolutely gone.
completely. irreversibly. catastrophically in love.
chigiri hyoma
photo of you waiting for him on the other side of a crosswalk. huge grin. waving both arms at him like he disappeared for 10 years instead of 30 seconds. cars passing. city lights reflecting off the windows nearby.
caption: "and i'm supposed to be the faster one."
song: you are in love – taylor swift.
the internet immediately starts screaming. chigiri never really posts things unless they matter. and this? this matters. a lot.
the thing people notice is your expression. that's not a polite smile. that's a there you are smile. the kind you save for one specific person.
comments instantly become:
"LIKE OKAYYYYYY WE GET IT BRO YOU LOVE HER." "WE UNDERSTAND. MESSAGE RECEIVED." "HE POSTED A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. SEDATE ME."
chigiri ignores all of them. he's too busy staring at the picture himself.
he remembers exactly what happened afterward. the second the light changed, you practically skipped over to him.
and honestly? no goal celebration has ever made him smile as much as that did.
yukimiya kenyu
photo of you adjusting his collar before some formal event. maybe a gala. maybe an award ceremony. doesn't matter. you're focused entirely on fixing his outfit. completely unaware he's staring at you.
caption: "found my favorite color."
song: sunflower – michelle leigh.
chaos erupts immediately. because he's wearing an orange tie. and you're standing right there.
comments become a battlefield. half the internet say: "he means the tie." the other half: "BE SERIOUS."
the answer is painfully obvious. the photo is literally centered on you.
yukimiya himself refuses to clarify. he finds the debate funny.
meanwhile every single one of his teammates knows exactly what he meant. this man has looked at you like you're the eighth wonder of the world since day one.
somebody eventually asks him directly. “when you said ‘my favorite color,’ did you mean the orange tie or your girlfriend?”
his response? "you tell me." which somehow confirms it more.
hiori yo
photo taken from his gaming setup. you're sitting beside him. half in frame. completely focused on your own thing. maybe you're reading. maybe you're drawing. maybe you're scrolling through your phone. nobody knows. hiori didn't bother explaining either.
caption: "co-op."
song: lovefool – the cardigans.
the comments are so confused. you're not interacting. you're not even looking at each other.
one comment with 50,000 likes says: "am i missing something."
but hiori understands perfectly. because in his brain? spending time together doesn't require constant attention. it's just existing in the same space. comfortably. peacefully. with no pressure and no expectations. just knowing the other person is there.
comments become:
"bro that's not co-op." "she isn't even playing." "hiori that's literally single-player."
and hiori reads them and goes: "um, nah."
because you sat there for 3 hours. and that's worth more to him than any multiplayer lobby.
barou shoei
.5 selfie. the most criminal and cutest camera angle known to mankind.
you're sitting on the kitchen counter, grinning directly into the camera. barou is cooking in the background. completely focused. serious expression. apron on. looking like he's preparing a five-star meal for a king and his queen.
caption: "the chef and his pretty taste-tester (written by [name] btw)."
song: fallingforyou – the 1975.
the second people see the caption? they start crying. everybody knows barou didn't write that. absolutely nobody believes it.
comments become:
"HE MADE SURE WE KNEW IT WASN'T HIM." "HE'S EMBARRASSED." "BAROU LIKE THIS COMMENT IF SHE STOLE YOUR PHONE."
the funniest part? he actually did make you add the disclaimer. he refused to post it otherwise.
but he still posted it. that's the important part.
despite all his complaining… despite pretending he doesn't care… the photo remains on his account. forever.
and every time somebody mentions it, he threatens them. which only confirms that he secretly loves it.
kunigami rensuke (post-WC)
mirror photo at a private gym. both of you are sweaty. exhausted. yet smiling. happy.
caption: "the only person i'd allow to be my spotter is you @yourusername.”
song: cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america – gym class heroes.
the internet genuinely doesn't know how to process this.
this is supposed to be the intimidating one. the serious one. the emotionally constipated one.
and yet here he is. smiling. voluntarily. publicly.
comments become:
"HE TAGGED HER." "HE TAGGED HER Y’ALL."
"EVERYONE STAY CALM."
but the real killer? the wording.
anyone can be a workout partner. anyone can train with him. but being the only person? that's different. especially coming from kunigami.
especially since after everything he's been through, trust isn't something he gives easily anymore.
so fans end up realizing the caption isn't really about the gym. it's about you.
and suddenly everybody is emotional.
kunigami is just sitting there wondering why people are acting like he proposed.
he only stared at the post for 20 minutes before uploading it. that's normal, right?
iglesias bunny
photo of you sitting at a restaurant. sunglasses on. outfit immaculate. posture immaculate. somehow making a menu look expensive. the kind of picture that makes people sit up straighter when they see it.
caption: "everyone clap."
song: 360 – charli xcx.
the funniest thing about bunny is that this is somehow both a joke and completely serious.
yes, he's being dramatic. but also? he genuinely believes applause is warranted.
comments instantly become:
"👏👏👏👏👏"
"THANK YOU BUNNY FOR BRINGING HER TO OUR ATTENTION." "he posted her like she just won an oscar AS HE SHOULDDD."
and bunny is sitting there liking every single comment. because exactly. finally. people understand.
somebody comments: "what are we clapping for?"
bunny replies: "look at her."
that's it. no further explanation. in his mind, none is needed.
he took approximately 100 pictures that night. this wasn't even the most glamorous one. it was just his favorite. especially because you were laughing at something right before he snapped the photo.
and even behind the sunglasses? he could tell. which somehow makes the entire thing 10 times worse.
the internet spends the next week making edits. bunny saves all of them.
hugo vivian
photo of you standing on a balcony at night. city lights glowing behind you. skyline stretching into the distance. the wind moving your hair slightly.
you don't know he took the picture. you don't even know he's looking at you.
caption: "badump, badump."
song: my destiny – delinquent.
that's it. no elaboration. no explanation. no context. only: badump, badump.
and somehow that makes it INFINITELY worse.
everybody immediately understands what he means with his little cyborg sound effects he does.
comments become:
"OH THAT'S TOO CUTE." "HEARTBEAT CAPTION. HEARTBEAT CAPTION." "HE LOOKED AT HER AND FORGOT WORDS."
which is basically what happened.
hugo had every opportunity to write something normal. something cool. or something clever.
instead, his brain saw you standing there and reduced itself to cartoon sound effects. like an actual malfunctioning robot. zoom. beep beep. badump, badump. finished. post uploaded.
the photo itself is gorgeous. but the caption is what kills everyone. it's so simple. so stupid. so painfully sincere. it feels less like an instagram story and more like somebody accidentally reading his thoughts.
and hugo never corrects anyone. he knows they're right. that really was the only thing going through his head when he looked at you. badump, badump.
synopsis: The gala of the century where the sports world’s youngest athletes and coaches get together to receive the fruit of their hard work is a glamorous event of the year. So what happens when his plus one gets distracted with another player who doesn’t even play in the same field as him?
a/n: guys, the amount of crash outs I had bc of this is surreal. ty for reading tho
characters: rin i., suna r., isagi y., kageyama t., bachira m. and hinata s.
Itoshi Rin—secret twin
The vibes were immaculate. Neon lights, the faint aroma of champagne, laughter, and music made the room practically buzz with energy. You were there accompanying Rin, who—halfway through the event—got pulled aside for team photos, leaving his phone with you.
Now that wouldn’t have been a problem…if his brother from overseas hadn’t suddenly texted him after months of silence.
So, as any other responsible girlfriend, obviously, you had to go find him.
The crowd, however, was not on your side. It was impossible to spot him through the sea of endless glittering dresses and suits, the noise drowning out your voice each time you called. But, as they say, desperate times call need desperate measures.
“ITOSHI RIN! RIN!” you shouted, fighting through the people like your life depended on it, only to slam straight into someone.
“RIN-ouch!” muttering an apology and rubbing your forehead, you slowly looked up to meet a pair of very familiar, sharp green eyes and a smirk that could probably start wars.
“Yes?” the man turned around, amusement clear in his voice. “How can I help, sweetheart?”
“Oh-I’m so sorry! I was looking for my boyfriend, Rin, but…” you paused, studying his face. “You’re definitely not him. Suna Rintarou, right?”
“Yeah. Not your boyfriend, unfortunately.” he chuckled, grin lazy and teasing. “You watch volleyball?”
“Big fan, actually.”
“Really? And who’s your favorite playe-”
Before you could answer, a hand grabbed you from behind, gently but firmly tugging you back from the middle blocker.
“Y/N” Rin’s familiar voice said, cool and just a touch annoyed.
You turned to hand him his phone and tell him the good news, when you noticed he wasn’t looking at you. Those teal eyes were fixed straight past your shoulder, locked onto the other Rin. Or rather, Rintarou.
“Right, look who I bumped into!” you nervously said, trying to ease the tension. “Rintarou, Rin. Rin, Rintarou.”Both gave each other curt nods, the air thick with silent tension. And then you, being you, had the best idea possible.
“Wait…can we like take a picture together?”
They gave you a confused look, before shrugging their shoulders as you shoved your phone at a passerby and stood between them, beaming. Rin’s arm slid around your waist, his grip a little too secure, while Suna casually rested a hand on your shoulder after permission was given—earning the nastiest side-eye you’d ever seen from your boyfriend.
As the main event almost started and you said your goodbyes, you tugged Rin into a quieter corner and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“What’s that for?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“So you know I’m yours, and you’re mine,” you replied with a grin. “You’re my favorite Rin, Rin.”
His ears quickly turned a deep shade of pink before he looked away with a small scoff. “Obviously.”
p.s: later that night, you uploaded the picture, tagging both of them with the caption:
@theoneandonly_y/n: Rin² anyone?
Isagi Yoichi—blue for two
One thing you definitely didn’t expect while attending the gala with Isagi was getting interviewed.
“Miss, miss! One second please!” a young woman called out, microphone already in hand. “You look stunning tonight!”
“Thank you, so do you,” you smiled, a bit caught off guard as she asked if you could spare her a few minutes .
“Sure, why not?”
“Great, thank you! So what was the inspiration for your look tonight? Any themes?”
“Well, the dress is custom-made,” you started, smiling at the camera, “and the dark blue is to compliment my partner’s eyes and his tie. We came matching tonight.”
She gasped dramatically. “That’s adorable! Can we get a close-up on the nails too? The details are amazing!”
You proudly held up your hand to show your manicured, blue-tinted nails.
“Gorgeous!” she said, genuinely impressed, “And may I ask whose blue eyes you’re matching with tonight?”
You hesitated for a moment—should you just drop Yoichi’s name or be a little mysterious? Deciding to tease a little, you answered, “Well, he’s an ace for starters. Got these indigo blue eyes, taller than me, super soft raven hair…”
And before you could finish, her eyes lit up in recognition as she frantically waved to someone behind the camera.
“Oh! Then it must be him over there, right? Mister—!”
Just as you tried to stop her, another athlete appeared at your side, looking equally confused.
Kageyama Tobio.
The cameraman zoomed in as the interviewer’s grin widened, clearly unaware of the misunderstanding. “You two look lovely together! What do you think of your girlfriend’s outfit tonight, Mister Kageyama?”
You blinked, panicking. “Wait, no—”
“She’s not my-I mean…she’s gorgeous, but-no-” Kageyama stammered, his face turning the exact color of a ripe tomato while you tried to explain what just happened with a gentle laugh.
The woman’s smile slowly froze, horror creeping onto her face as she realized her mistake. “Oh my gosh—I’m so sorry, I-”
And right on cue, someone called for you from behind.
“Love!”
You turned around to see Isagi approaching, eyes widening at the sight.
“Yoichi,” you sighed in relief, wrapping an arm around him.
He looked from you to a flushed Kageyama, then back again, with that painfully polite smile and dangerous glint in his eyes that meant he was about two seconds away from snapping.
“What’s going on here?”
“I apologize!” the interviewer blurted out before explaining, “I’m a rookie, and I accidentally mixed up the person she was talking about, and…”
“Oh, I see. Easy mistake” Isagi said slowly as she finished, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist as well. He glanced over at the mortified volleyball player who hurriedly excused himself from the scene.
“Well,” with a smooth voice and a hint of possessiveness he continued, “you can interview her again now that she’s with her actual boyfriend.”
Bachira Meguru—sunshine goofballs
The free bar section at the afterparty was more crowded than the actual dance floor. Still, you managed to snag two seats for you and your boyfriend, who had insisted on trying every weirdly colorful drink on the menu after he was done with post-interviews.
You, being the responsible one, went for the safer options while waiting for him to finish.
“Orange juice, please,” you told the bartender.
While admiring the place, your phone buzzed, probably Bachira texting something chaotic about what they’d asked him, when the bartender finally slid your drink across the counter.
Just as you were about to get it, another hand reached for it at the exact same time.
“Oh, sorry!” you both said in unison, instantly pulling back.
“You can have it” you offered.
“It’s fine, really” he said at the same time.
As the few seconds of silence lingered with the untouched drink, you both bursted out laughing.
“I’m Hinata Shōyō” he introduced himself with a bright grin, practically glowing under the lights. Extending his hand, he took a seat beside you.
“Wait, Hinata Shoyo? Like the new Little Giant?” you asked, eyes wide.
Flustered, he rubbed the back of his neck, a blush creeping its way up. “You really think that? T-thank you!”
What started as a quick apology, somehow turned into a full on conversation about his plays with the MSBY, his time in Brazil, the cultural differences, the chaos of pro life, and the warmth of fans. He talked with his hands, his smile genuine, energy contagious. And before you knew it, time flew by as you’d been chatting for nearly half an hour, living the dream life of a fangirl, and laughing over your empty glasses.
Just as Hinata (finally gained some courage) was about to ask if you came alone, your boyfriend appeared right by your side.
“Honey! Interviews took forever~, wow, didn’t even wait for me?”
You watched Meguru as his golden eyes glinted mischievously, arm slipping around your shoulders at the sight of the orange-haired player.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said still smiling, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bachira Meguru. Her partner.”
Hinata blinked, then quickly nodded, hands up in defense like he was caught in some crime. “Sorry, I didn’t know—”
“It’s fine,” your boyfriend said, grin widening. “She’s your biggest fan anyway. Probably suuupeer embarrassed right now.”
Indeed.
You wanted nothing, but to sink into the floor.
Yet, by some miracle, instead of ending the night awkwardly, the two of them started talking instead. Football this, volleyball that, world championships, training schedules. And before long, you found yourself watching your boyfriend and your favorite player laugh together like old friends, arguing about who could jump higher.
You took a sip of your drink, smiling into the glass.
Yeah, maybe this wasn’t the night you expected, but it was definitely one you’d remember.
synopsis: The gala of the century where the sports world’s youngest athletes and coaches get together to receive the fruit of their hard work is a glamorous event of the year. So what happens when his plus one gets distracted with another player who doesn’t even play in the same field as him?
a/n: the dilemma i had whether to pair karasu w tsukishima or kuroo was hard asf. also, obviously, in this au Kuroo is a professional volleyball player alright? ty.
characters: sae i., ushijima w., oliver a., oikawa tōru., karasu t., and kuroo t.
Itoshi Sae—cold room and stare
Being the partner and plus one of Japan’s best midfielder meant having a front-row seat to every stage including the one for tonight’s event.
Taking your place, you patiently scrolled on your phone while Sae was whisked away for solo shots and interviews.
After a while tho, you started to genuinely shiver.
The room was well-air-conditioned, and while most people solved that problem with a few drinks from the open bar, you had passed on the free alcohol—leaving you to curl up in your seat, trying to generate any warmth possible.
Already using your third tissue, suddenly a low voice beside you said,
“May I offer you my blazer?”
Looking up, your jaw almost dropped.
Taking his seat next to you was none other than the volleyball star, Ushijima Wakatoshi himself.
Shocked, you somehow managed to stammer out a “thank you” as he carefully draped his blazer over your legs, the warmth instantly chasing away the goosebumps. And before you could stop yourself, the inner fangirl emerged—you asked for a quick picture, which miraculously turned into a short but surprisingly easy conversation before he was called away again.
Standing up, you offered to return his blazer, but he just shook his head politely and took off.
That’s when Sae finally came back.
“What’s that on you?” he asked, eyeing the fabric across your legs as he sat down beside you.
“Oh, you won’t believe who I just met! You know Ushijima, right? He offered me his blazer because it’s freaking cold, and I even got a picture, look—”
Interrupting your rambling for a second, Sae quietly shrugged off his own, and placed it over your legs instead, neatly folding the other blazer.
“Jealous?” you teased, a smirk making its way to your lips.
He rolled his eyes, but leaned closer anyway, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “because now you smell like him.”
A beat of silence passed before he left a gentle kiss along your jaw, whispering, “And I don’t like that.”
Oliver Aiku—your one and only
Oliver considered himself to be quite the handsome gentleman. Fans screamed at the sight of him, paparazzi took the most pictures of him, and you—his beloved girlfriend—never missed a chance to compliment him.
That’s exactly why he really couldn’t grasp what was so charming about that certain Oikawa Tōru you were currently talking to.
Sure, the guy was tall with a face that could be someone’s high school crush, and, okay yeah, his muscles looked defined too.
“Maybe it’s the tan,” Oliver muttered under his breath, but Sendou, of course, caught it immediately.
“Are we talking about the extremely hot volleyball player over there who just got back from Argentina and is currently gawking at your girlfriend?”
“I’m half-Swedish. And hotter,” Oliver retorted, taking an aggressively loud sip of champagne.
“Right, right. Totally beats him. I mean, I heard he was a captain in high school too—”
“I’M CURRENTLY YOUR TEAM CAPTAIN, YOU JERK—”
Before he could lunge at the salmon-haired, Sendou quickly shushed him by pointing toward the scene unfolding across the room (to save himself)—Oikawa had actually gathered the courage to approach and make small talk with you.
Oh no…
You were volleyball nerd too…fuuck…
Yet, as much as he would’ve liked to interrupt, he let you have your moment…for about ten minutes before his name was called on stage to accept an award behalf of the team.
As he went up, quickly flashing his trademark grin to the crowd, and adjusting the mic, Oliver smoothly slipped in a not-so-subtle line at the end of his speech.
“Lastly, I’d like to thank my girlfriend for always cheering me on—yup, right there in the crowd, looking way too stunning for anyone else to even try.”
The camera panned to you, smiling bashfully while Oikawa chuckled from the sidelines, silently admitting to defeat.
Your boyfriend sent a smug little wink your way before finishing his speech as the crowd applauded.
Now the whole world knew.
You were taken.
And so was he.
Karasu Tabito—crow and cat
“You think I can ask for a pic?” you whispered to your boyfriend, who gave you a bored look before shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, babe, but you can definitely ask me for one,” he said, draping an arm over your shoulders.
You sighed at his sarcasm, before slowly turning your head toward him, a mischievous glint in your eyes already telling him that something bad was about to happen. “Y’know…” you started, clinging to his arm.
He knew that tone way too well.
“You could totally just ask him if I could take a picture,” you offered with confidence, already pushing your phone toward him. “Come on Tabi, be a man. My man. Man up—”
“No. No. And no,” Karasu immediately refused, resisting your pushing him toward the volleyball player.
“Please, please, please…”
He tried to hold on for a few minutes, before his iron wall collapsed.
“Ugh. Fine. I hate you,” he muttered, giving up and started to slowly, veeery slowly, walk toward the volleyball player.
“Excuse me,” Karasu said, tapping the other’s shoulder as he turned around, a sly smile on his face.
“A fan?” Kuroo asked, tilting his head and looking Karasu up and down.
Your boyfriend loudly snorted with an annoyed smile before pointing to you, waving a few meters behind him. “You wish. But, unfortunately, my girlfriend is,” he said, wiggling your phone in hand. “She’s a shy bunny, so she asked me if you could take a picture with her.”
Kuroo chuckled, eyes flicking between the two of you, before calling you over. “She’s got good taste. In volleyball, at least.”
Shaking hands with your idol, you stepped closer to the player, grinning, while your boyfriend opened the camera app with a look that screamed kill me now.
As Kuroo leaned in, perhaps a little too close—you felt the air around your boyfriend shift.
“Curiosity kills the cat.” your boyfriend said, glaring at the other man. “Step back.”
“Awh,” Kuroo said, grin widening, “you sound a little territorial.”
“Cats scratch. Crows peck,” Karasu replied flatly, his grip tightening around the phone. “I’d suggest keeping your distance before one of us does both.”
The other’s laugh was loud and amused. “Noted.”
The sound of a shutter clicked, followed by an irritated scoff.
“Thanks so much!” you said cheerfully, stepping back.
Kuroo winked. “No problem. Hope you got my good side, birdman.”
Your boyfriend deadpanned, stepping closer to you. “You mean your only side.”
Rolling your eyes, you dragged Karasu away before a full-on animal documentary could start.
♡ a/n — woke up and was thinking of this song so yk i had to write. not proofread !!
♡ content — all characters 18+ !!, fem! reader, nsfw description but no actual smut, angst, goes back and forth between current time to memories, established relationship (1 year), spoilers for the U-20 game, nicknames like 'love' and 'doll' used, some cussing, girlboss reader tbh, probably ooc sae, lmk if i missed anything!
♡ synopsis — packing had never been a big deal to you, but when you're putting all of your exes stuff in a box to give to him? all the memories come back to you and you're not sure you can handle it.
⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' and who's gonna hold you like me ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆
sae itoshi was many things.
the best midfielder of current soccer history, an icy older brother, stoic, and downright vicious on the soccer field.
but what sae itoshi was not?
a relationship man.
looking back on it, you should've realized the signs earlier, but how could you when those teal eyes washed away every worry you had?
your belief that sae would be the man you'd marry led you to this moment right now; sweating as you scoured your house to rid it of anything even related to the itoshi name.
you'd already had quite a few items in the box you were curating his belongings in, seeing as you'd gone through every room in your house besides your bedroom. you knew your room held all the memories, worst for last you assumed. for the short year that you and sae were together, he enveloped every part of your life.
you bent down to see under your bed, phone flashlight shining on the parts that the sunlight didn't reach. you sighed as you grabbed a pair of his cleats that he brought over after his game against the bluelock 11 team.
" sae? why didn't you change? " you asked, looking at his form standing in your bed room door frame. you looked over at your phone, the time reading 11:00 at night.
your boyfriend of five months had played his game against the bluelock team, and to the dismay of him and many others in the world — they lost. " four fucking three... " sae breathed out. you knew this game meant more to him than he was willing to admit. everytime you asked , though, you always got the same answer.
" they asked me to play. i'm gonna play. " as if this wouldn't be his first time seeing his brother in years. as if the japan soccer league didn't have high stakes on him winning.
what else could you say? you watched the game, you saw how hard he worked. even if no one else could tell, you knew this defeat stung more than he was willing to admit.
" 'm gonna go shower. " he said to what seemed like no one, even if you were in the room. " want me to come with you? i can—"
" i'd rather shower alone. " sae scoffed out, throwing his cleats in the general direction of your bed, where he usually kept his shoes.
you didn't mind, it was a hard night.
so you let him walk down the hallway to your bathroom, his cleats sitting there abandoned.
you didn't even question why he left instead of spending the night.
rough night. that was all.
the memory flooded into your head before you could stop it. now you realized how stupid you were, even then sae couldn't be bothered to even lay in the bed you'd been waiting for him in.
he couldn't be bothered to take his cleats from under your bed, instead opting to buy new ones.
the thought was funny now, how someone so young could have the money to throw away every time he wanted something. while you kept the damn cleats in a safe space for seven more months, like the idiot you were.
you threw the shoes in the box, moving onto your dresser next. he had his own drawer at your house, a sign he was always welcome. although, he did make sure to take most of those when he broke up with you, but you wanted to double check.
you couldn't clear your home of itoshi sae fast enough.
you pulled open the drawer, staring at the clavin klein boxers that sat so perfectly in the quite empty drawer. almost as if they were mocking you.
you grabbed them quickly, squeezing them in your hand before catching the scent of his laundry detergent.
" wanna take 'em off, love? " he'd asked you, staring up at you as he laid on your bed, clad in nothing but his tight boxers. this was the first time sae had let you be the one on top, his usually demanding presence now one that was completely and utterly yours.
" but you look so good in them, it's not fair. " you sighed, straddling his lap as you messed with the elastic of the waistband.
if anyone were to see the two of you, they wouldn't feel lust— they'd feel nothing but love.
" you're taking too long. " he sighed, easily flipping the positions you'd been in. you now under him as you stared up at him, his teal eyes swimming with raw emotion.
" hey! you said—" " i'll make it up to you, doll. promise. " and that was the last thing you heard before he disappeared between your legs.
you remembered that night well, the promises made...ones of a future— a future of children and marriage and him showing you off like his prize trophy.
yeah right. he couldn't even be bothered to attend the balls held in honor of his team, let alone get you all dolled up and go with you.
maybe you should cut a hole in the crotch, you'd thought. show him he's no better than any other man, you could still be the ex that ruined his stuff to get back at him.
but what did it matter when he could simply buy more to replace it?
nothing could be simple when it came to itoshi sae. not even when your broken up.
you stuffed the boxers under some more stuff before moving to lay on your bed.
you'd already looked through every spot in your room you thought he'd left pieces of himself behind in.
the closet, the dresser, under the bed...what else was there?
you set the box down beside you, rolling over on your side to stare at yourself in the full length mirror that was on the adjacent wall. you looked like a mess.
you caught yourself wondering what sae was doing. was he the same old sae? was he laying in his bed thinking about you? did he look as much of a mess as you did?
you doubted it.
within your daze, your eyes moved toward a polaroid picture you'd stuck in the frame of the mirror, a picture of you and sae at a halloween party just a month ago.
you were excited, like...really excited. this was the first time sae was going to bring you out to hang out with his friends. in the 11 months you two were together, you usually went on private dates to fancy restaurants when he could spend time with you.
you'd never been to an actual party with him though!
you smiled as you sat on sae's lap on shidou's couch, the rather vulgar soccer player convinced sae to not only come to the party, but also bring you. " i've never met the girl before ! why not introduce her to us? "
" you're so boring, sae! you're supposed to be my angel! " you whined to him. " i dressed up enough, love. " your boyfriend said quite monotonously. bull crap, he was just in a white tee shirt and pants, nothing that he had to actually go out and buy.
while the red corset and miniskirt you had dyed yourself made you feel like if you breathed wrong it would all come bursting at the seams.
" you could have at least tried harder. " you offered, maybe with a bit of attitude. the two of you had been having more arguments than usual, but doesn't every relationship hit rough patches? " you're lucky we even came— " " yo sae! get with your girl and smile! " shidou popped up in front of the two of you with a polaroid camera.
so you two shut your mouths as sae's hand slipped over your waist, your head finding his shoulder, and you mustered the cutest smile you could.
...while sae gave a blank face to the camera.
looking back on it, that night was the downfall of your relationship. after that night, sae stopped coming by as much, but you just assumed he got busy with soccer season.
the next time he came by he grabbed everything of his and walked out.
you didn't know what to do. sae said he was going to come by, but you didn't know that meant he'd be taking all of his things out of your house.
" sae, wait! what's wrong baby? did i do something? " you asked an embarrassing amount of times.
" no. just taking my stuff. " he said, not even bothering to look at you.
last week was your one year, but he had a game. you'd gotten in a little fight over him not even bothering to text you a happy anniversary, but surely that wasn't what led to this?
" if it's about the anniversary, i'm sorry! i know you're busy, and i don't care when we celebrate ! " you gasped out, trying to cling to any reason for why he'd be doing this.
" we're not celebrating at all. " he slammed the dresser drawer shut, the only indicator that he was annoyed by you. when sae turned around to face you, " we're done y/n. "
he said it so simply, so clearly that you couldn't even move to stop him from leaving out the door.
the look in his eyes...that wasn't your sae.
that was over a week ago now, and the memory made you want to cry. you wouldn't, tears were made to be shed on people who care about you, not foolish men who couldn't talk about their feelings.
you got up from your bed, walking over to the wall and taking the polaroid off your mirror before taking it to the box.
you stared at the picture, the love in your eyes is something that would haunt you for a lifetime. it could haunt sae too.
you threw it in the box, picking it up before setting it outside your front door.
you pulled out your phone, clicking on the contact, ' s. itoshi ' and typing a message
you: the rest of your stuff is outside when you wanna come get it.
for a year, sae itoshi enveloped every aspect of your life.
you refused to let him consume you even after he was gone.
⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' and who's gonna know you, if not me ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆
edit: GUYS THERE WONT BE A PART 2 IM SO SORRY BUT PLSS
i really wanted to try writing for sae, so i hope yall liked it!
AUTHORS NOTE: giggling wtf is this. take this while i work on other requests :D
— DAZAI OSAMU๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
immediately you jump in your boyfriend's arms, dazai's arms quickly pushing you back. he tripped over his own two feet trying to keep you from kissing him—screaming and throwing hands to keep you back.
"NO! NO—IM GAY!😰 STAY AWAY!!"
you couldn't help but cackle at his reaction, getting back on your feet.
you keep fighting him back grabbing at his arms to try and pry them away from his body—suddenly he pushed you back enough you fell over on your back; laughing as he just ran away.
— CHUUYA NAKAHARA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
catches you on instinct, only needing a split second to realize what you said until he dropped you.
you laugh and grab his ankle as he yells, tumbling down to the ground after you.
"NO! IM A TAKEN MAN—TAKEN!"
you and him fight, using all his might to keep you from pinning him down.
eventually he uses his ability on you🙌🏻😭 next thing you know your floating just above him—a cheeky smile on your face as you got a good look at him.
hat flown off his head, messy hair, and wrinkled dress shirt.
— ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
he screams. just screams in your face as you fall to the ground laughing; he holds your arms as you laugh at his feet.
it took him a moment to understand what you were doing and then when he came to realization—
you immediately went back at it again, trying to kiss your boyfriend who used all his might to keep you from getting close to his face.
"NO!! IHIHI HAVE A GIRLFRIEND—SHES SO PRETTY AND—AAH!😰"
eventually pins you on your stomach as he is sitting beside you, a leg keeping you from getting up and keeping your wrists behind you back; all while you're a giggling mess.
he has a goofy smile on his face as he lets you up.
— AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST I—"
you don't even have two seconds before your arms are wrapped around in black and red tentacles; pinning you to the closest wall.
your boyfriend looks at you with a deadpan reaction—"are you five?" is all he would ask.
you eventually explained what you were trying to do, and you just wanted to see his reaction. as much as you should have just let this be the reaction he gave you—he agreed.
take two. saying the iconic line; you graze his shoulder blade before you at once again wrapped around his rashomon, flipped over and laid on your back in front of you. you blinked once, then twice—"ok aku, you can let me go."
silence.
"aku?..im done with my prank, you can—"
"RYŪNOKUKE AKUTAGAWA— YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE—"
more silence.
— KUNIKIDA DOPPO๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
literally almost falls out of his office chair when you suddenly jump on him.
glasses half off his face as you lay down on his lap and smile happily up at him.
he questions the fuck out of you; "what do you think you're doing??!"
you quickly bring him up to date—and he's just staring at you. blinks once...then twice—immediately tried to get you off of him as you try to kiss him.
he is holding you back, grabbing your arms as you laugh up a storm—saying how this inappropriate behavior in the workplace, trying to scold while keeping you back at the same time.
"Y/N—THIS IS ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR—OH NO, YOU DONT—"
i find it funny how he scolds you whilst playing along with you at the same time.
at the end of it, clears his throat—fixes his dress shirt and glasses and tells you to get back to work.
hey, he passed the test at least.
— RANPO EDOGAWA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST, IM A—"
he steps to the side as you collide with the carpet beside him—face first.
he munches on his candy he held in his hand—watching you groan in pain and turn on your back.
"telling the world's greatest detective to "think fast" is one of the dumbest things i've heard you say.." he'll you as he kneels down, booping your nose with his finger.
you grab at his hand, pouting at him. "you want me to pretend you're a random girl—this is what you find entertaining? ...ok, ill entertain you—up, up." he taps your cheek as you both stand from the floor.
you stand a good bit away from each, not waiting for him to get ready you run at him again—only for him to spit the hard candy in his mouth to your face, thankfully hitting your forehead and you once again collapsed to the ground.
patting your head with a cheeky grin, he stands up and leaves you in your puddle of shame.
tw: themes of abandonment, obsession, destruction, mild references to relationship manipulation and unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol use, intense emotional outbursts.
The rain hadn’t let up for hours, drumming a steady, unforgiving rhythm against the cracked pavement of the Port Mafia’s old district. Neon lights flickered in puddles, distorted reflections of a city that seemed to mourn its own decay. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. But to her, none of that mattered.
She stood before the place where it had all started—the small café tucked between two collapsing buildings, their paint peeling like old scars. Once, it had smelled of coffee, sugar, and warm laughter. Once, Dazai had sat across from her, his smirk too easy, his gaze too knowing, like he held the world in the palm of his hand and part of it had been hers.
Now, it smelled of damp rot. She let the rain soak through her coat, let the cold bite into her skin, let the memories sting sharper than any wound. And then she struck.
A match sparked between her fingers. The paper she’d stuffed into the remnants of the café—old receipts, photos, notes scrawled in the messy handwriting she remembered so well—caught instantly. Flames licked the edges, hungry, greedy. She didn’t flinch as the fire grew, devouring the past in its fierce, unforgiving dance. She felt a twisted satisfaction, a bitter catharsis. This was for the nights she’d lain awake, haunted by the echo of his voice. For the days she’d wandered the streets, pretending she didn’t care. For every unanswered question, every word unsaid.
She had waited for years. Years that had turned her soft edges into jagged shards, waiting for closure that had never come. And now she had it—in fire, in smoke, in the way the memories themselves seemed to crackle and burn.
Her phone buzzed, a reminder of the present. A name she hadn’t expected appeared on the screen: Dazai.
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she moved, systematically, to every place that had meant something. The alley where they had shared their first secret cigarette. The park bench where he’d laughed at her clumsiness, fingers brushing hers. The rooftop they’d once claimed as their own for fleeting, stolen moments of peace. One by one, she marked them with her wrath, leaving behind chaos in place of nostalgia.
Her chest ached, a heavy, hollow thing. She screamed into the night once, a raw sound that bounced off the buildings and ricocheted into the alleys. She cried too, quietly, as the flames licked higher. Anger and grief coiled inside her like vipers, venomous and unrelenting.
And then she found out.
A gossiping bartender, eyes too wide, words spilling too fast: “Dazai… he’s… he’s with the ADA now. And—he has a girlfriend.”
The world tilted. Every memory, every fleeting hope she had buried deep, clawed its way back to the surface. Her hands shook. The bottle of whiskey she’d been nursing slipped from her fingers, shattering against the asphalt. She laughed then, a hollow, jagged sound, and it made the nerves in her teeth ache.
The betrayal wasn’t his, she knew that. It was the universe, the cruel twist of fate that allowed him to move on while she was left with the ruins of their past. But still… still, she wanted the world to know what it had cost her.
By the time the morning approached, she was standing on the edge of the old harbor, watching boats sway lazily, paint peeling from their hulls. Her fingers grazed the detonators she’d scavenged weeks ago, hidden for the right moment. She pressed them in sequence, heart racing. The explosions echoed, violent and cathartic, sending water and debris into the air, splintering the remnants of the docks they had once walked together.
And in the chaos, she felt it—release, despair, love, hate, grief, all tangled together into something almost beautiful.
Hours later, she collapsed against a wall, soot-stained and trembling. Rain had returned, drenching her again, washing away the traces of fire but not the fire inside her. She thought she’d hear Dazai’s voice, scolding, teasing, softening her edges even now—but it never came.
A shadow fell beside her. She looked up to see him. Not Dazai, but someone else. Chuuya. His coat was damp, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes flickering between exasperation and concern.
“You’ve… really outdone yourself this time,” he said quietly. Not angry, not teasing—something heavier, gentler. Something that made her chest tighten in a way Dazai never could.
She managed a shaky laugh. “I suppose some people… can’t be saved.”
Chuuya didn’t reply. He just offered his hand, and she took it, letting him help her to her feet. No words were exchanged, only a silent understanding that some fires were meant to burn, some pasts meant to haunt, and some hands… just might be there to hold you when it all falls apart.
As the sun began to rise, washing the harbor in pale light, she let herself be led away. The world was still broken, the ruins still smoking, but maybe—just maybe—she could walk away from it, even if the shadow of Dazai would never leave her completely.
Hey hey hey!! I was wondering if I can request Akutagawa (and other characters if you want) with a silly goofy and super unserious gn reader and one day they make Akutagawa’s usual cold and stubborn demeanor falter and make him laugh super hard. I just wanna see that man laugh so bad😞
-🐡 anon
LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE — R. AKUTAGAWA
"it—it just slipped out!!" ❤︎
synopsis. you just wanted to see akutagawa laugh!!
lylas notes 𝜗ৎ. aku my beloved<3 this was the first thing that came to my mind LOL!! please enjoy ❤︎
you confused him — so hard. he grew up in a world of sharp edges and cold silence, so your chaotic energy was a lot for him to comprehend. you were always cracking jokes, pulling goofy faces to run out of serious situations, or narrating in the most dramatic voice possible. you lived a yolo life style — practically dangling over life by a thread and needle.
he would respond the same way, each and every time;
"stop that, you animal!"
"your being ridiculous, cease that at once!"
"why can't you take anything seriously for a second, [name]!!"
and yet — he would never walk away.
you would always poke your tongue out at him when he gets ticked off and scurry away before he could use rashomon on you.
one evening he is seated on the couch, stiff and still, like a statute — holding a book up in one hand when you suddenly popped up in front of him, hand resting against his own pale one that held said book as you asked a question in the most serious tone you could muster;
"ryuunosuke, would you still love me if i was a worm?"
he blinked at you, unimpressed and clearly annoyed by your ridiculous question. "what kind of question is that? of course not, you'd be nothing but a puny obstacle in my way — not that you already are." you cried out a whine as you fell to the couch beside him, he froze at the sudden action yet he stayed where he was. gasping dramatically and resting the back of your plam to your forehead as if he mortally wounded you.
he grumbles under his breath and refocuses his attention back to his book, obviously doing the best he can to ignore you. you turn on your stomach, hands resting against your chin as you stare at him, studying his features like he was a school exam.
that's when you got a mischievous idea, one that may give you a black eye or a smack to the face — either way, it was an idea that had you grinning.
he felt your aura suddenly become more ... dark and cold — glancing an eye at you he saw the sly grin you had on your face. "what's with that look?" you didn't respond, he felt a chill run down his spine when you suddenly start to crawl closer — he realizes by the look in your eye and the way your fingers flexed, he went into shock and toppled back to the arm of the couch,
"[name], don't you dare come any closer, stop! — go away, vermin!!" his back hits the arm of the leather — book long forgotten as he dropped in out of panic. he held his arms up to protect his upper body, but that only left his lower body wide open, "awh, what's wrong, ryu? are you scared?"
"no!" his voice cracked and he yelled feeling you grab at his ankle to pull yourself on his legs — "[name] i will slice you in two, go — no! nonono!" he covers his mouth instinctively and out of panic as you wiggle your fingers into his sides through his whitw top — "you're not scared, hah? then why are you shaking? oh you poor thing, here~ let me help you feel better!"
"[name] i will tear you to pi—EEA!"
"c'mon, ryu~ i just want to hear you laugh, and your bad at hiding the fact your not ticklish~"
"don't say that!" he snarls, voice muffled under his palm as you tickle him lightly — "you mean ... tickle, tickle, tickle~" wiggling your fingers his highest bone with the lightest of feather touches. "so the soft tickles get you all giggly? perfect, laugh for me ryu!"
seconds stretched into minutes, and akutagawa was stern on not getting the satisfaction you most desired — even if you are being all teasy and mean with him, you genuinely just want to see him smile, he'll even giggle. and once your hands graze under his lower ribs, he cuts of this scream by clapping his hand firm to his lips, widened eyes locked with your mischievous ones.
"what's that — "
"no."
"oh, ryu, don't tell me your ribs are — "
"no!"
"i have to ryuunosuke!"
"no, you fucking do-OHOHONT, [NAME]!"
a deep, rough boyish laugh ropes through akutagawa chest and out aloud. he actually laughed, like he meant it — not a scoff or a sly snicker, he actually doubled in on himself and cackled uncontrollably as you squeezed his lower ribs like you've practiced this before.
you froze — eyes wide. he had the kind of laugh that sounded unpolished, unpracticed — he hasn't laughed like this in years, so his voice was husk yet so cute to hear, to you anyway. your hands suddenly came to a stop after a few more seconds of messing with him, pulling back to sit on your knees in front of him.
he hid himself in his coat, curling in on the couch and finding a regular breathing pattern — then he glared at you, half-heartedly and cheeks tinted red. you looked back at him with a small, innocent smile. "don't look at me like that," he attempted to growl, yet it only came out in pants, regaining breath and rubbed his cheek.
you giggled happily, crawling closer to him and sat beside him at a comfortable distance. "i knew that would make you laugh, and wow—was it worth it!" you sighed dreamily resting your head to your knees as you tucked your jega to your chest, arms hooked under your thighs as you looked at him with a loving gaze.
he turned away again, trying to hide a lingering grin tugging on his lips — rashomon curled protectively over his shoulders as a way to shield himself away from your teasing.
but you saw the way his body language relaxed. you knew no matter what he says — he enjoyed himself.
and to akutagawa in that moment,
it felt good to laugh with you.
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