I wanted to apologize of my random disappearance. I've been pretty occupied and I know I haven't been writing, and instead just rebloging stuff. Many stuff has been going over the past months, but I haven't given up on writing. And trust me my lovies, I'm still writing. Please understand, I know you guys will (cuz I love y'all 🥹💕)
I've also thought about writing not only for gachiakuta, because all my requests are mainly just gachiakuta; though I do have some other fics from my abandoned angsttober which no..don't talk about it..😭 (one piece, bllk, sakamoto days) . I'm currently a bllk stan, and will be one bc of how much it has influenced me. So I'll be finishing those requests of fics for gachiakuta and post them ar some point, but for the time being I'll be writing and be talking about mainly blue lock. I feel that I might've been close to being burned out due to the overload of requests. But still love you guys, thank you ❤✌
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; you didn’t know how to label your relationship with hugo; sometimes he’s in love with you, sometimes he’s in love with his blank books, and sometimes he’s in love with loki. so you do what all smart people in a situationship do: you watch a youtube video.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; fem!reader, swearing, situationship, hugo is awkward as hell, otoya giving bad relationship advice, hugoloki mentions, loki and charles cameos, KARASU CAMEO, miscommunication (resolved at the end i promiseee), reader trying to be nonchalant, hugo loves reader so much, idiots in love, mixed signals, use of (y/n) — i’m so sorry guys i tried to keep it at a minimum😔
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; how to lose a guy in 10 days directed by donald petrie
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; oml y’all REALLY wanted this one on my last post…and i shall deliver, trust. i just HAD to include a few hugoloki sneaks in there, y’all know that those two are my hyperfixation right now. and CHARLES SPOTTED! guys he and shidou are literally my spirit animals i love them sm.
thank you to @cursed-carmine for the lovely dividers!
the first time you realized hugo might not be what he seemed was about a month ago.
of course, when you say “what he seemed to be”, you meant his utter lack of interest in you disguised as a crush. why he bothered to even put up the persona in the first place, you didn’t know, but this guy certainly did not truly love you.
you were at a restaurant, the first to arrive among your friends to celebrate the end of finals week. coincidentally, hugo just so happened to be celebrating another successful practice with his teammates of the french u20 team.
everyone in the restaurant was staring; it wasn’t every day that you see celebrities just casually sitting in the same restaurants at you. julian loki, charles chevalier, and vivian hugo? it was a miracle.
your waiter just so happened to seat you at the table next to theirs while you waited for your friends to arrive. hugo hadn’t noticed you at first; loki was talking to him about something, and he looked incredibly invested—his chin on his hand and maintaining eye contact. he didn’t even bother with his food.
…hugo was never like that with you. when you spoke to him, he was also “reading” some stupid book that you had learned really had no words inside.
not wanting to be creepy, you simply just played on your phone while waiting for your friends. but you weren’t deaf; you still heard their conversation. loki talked about a movie he watched recently, while hugo popped in with the occasional comment or opinion.
it was clear that he was listening.
you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you continued to listen to their conversation, the lump in your throat not quite leaving when you took a few sips of water.
“oh my gosh, so sorry we’re late! everyone lives on campus except for you, so we all picked each other up and walked here. sorry you had to wait here for so long!”
finally, your ears perked up at the sound of your friend’s voice. but you were already so defeated that you couldn’t even voice your complaints about their tardiness. “yeah, okay. let’s just order now.”
the moment you spoke, you felt another pair of eyes snap towards you. loki’s talking in the background stopped, and another pair of eyes joined. then another. then another, until eleven pairs of eyes were just staring at you.
your friends all took seats next to and in front of you. “hasn’t the weather been crazy humid recently? i heard there’s going to be rainstorms for days, and…hey, don’t you feel like someone’s staring at us?”
your friends all turned their heads to hugo’s table, and a few of his teammates looked away with shameful rosy cheeks. “oh, hi hugo.” you managed, suddenly fidgeting with your fingers.
“how long have you been here?” he asked. a petite blonde boy behind him, who you recognized as charles chevalier, looked a bit too interested in your conversation.
“um, maybe ten minutes…” you mumbled, averting your gaze away. “it doesn’t matter. i don’t care.”
“you could’ve—“
“oh, so you’re hugo?” your friend piped up. “i think she’s mentioned you a few times before. you play soccer, right? so i’m guessing this is your team.”
you were never more thankful for someone to interrupt your conversation. hugo side eyed her. “you talk too much.” he then turned around and finally began to take a few notes of his food.
the members of his team that didn’t stop staring earlier continued with their food as well, although loki now had a teasing smile on his face. all except for charles, who waved at you with a dopey grin.
“rude,” your friend muttered, grabbing her menu furiously. “i don’t get what you see in that guy. he’s not bad looking, but not nearly hot enough to act like such an ass. plus, i’m jealous of his lashes.”
“well, maybe she’s into the tall and nonchalant guys. probably thinks that she can fix them or something. right?” your other friend patted her back. a chorus of “yeah” and “you’re right” echoed across your table.
you felt heat rush to your face. “shut up, you guys. let’s just order.”
you avoided any more glances at hugo throughout the night.
the second time you realized hugo might not be what he seemed was two weeks ago.
you were about to make breakfast, still groggy from sleep, until suddenly the doorbell rang. you opened the door to see hugo standing outside with a bag.
“it’s for you.” he said immediately. you rubbed your eyes.
“what happened to hi? hello? how are you?” you asked, voice raspy. “but thank you.” you had no idea what was in there, but if hugo went out of his way to deliver to you, the you should probably be grateful.
“uh-huh.”
you looked inside of the bag, finding about a dozen eclairs inside. “dude, seriously? that’s so nice of you. wow, thanks.” hugo loved eclairs; you knew that. he was always stuffing his face with them at bakeries.
he reached inside his pocket, pulling out that damn book again. how the fuck does a book even fit into a pocket anyway? he skimmed a few pages of nothing.
“yeah. i was at a bakery with loki and we bought too many eclairs.” he glanced at his book again. “did i wake you?”
at the mention of loki’s name, your mind went into overdrive. oh, so you were just an afterthought. okay. loki was who hugo was really thinking about.
“no, i woke up a bit ago. i was about to make breakfast, but i guess i don’t have to anymore. thanks. so um, you hang out with loki a lot.” you didn’t want to be obvious.
“yeah, we’re pretty close, i suppose.” he ran a hand through his hair. “we’ve known each other for years now. it’s hard to imagine a life without him.”
seriously?
“oh. that’s nice. um, oh, i, uh, just remembered that i have to get ready to meet my friend later. i’ll see you later, hugo. thanks for the eclairs.” without waiting for a response, you shut the door.
third time’s the charm—-which is why you didn’t bother to wait for another loki incident and do something.
computer perched in your lap, you scrolled on youtube, through hundreds of videos on relationship advice, breakup advice, and finally, situationship advice.
finally, you stumbled across a promising video.
“how to lose a guy in 10 days - tips that actually work (SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE)”
on the thumbnail was a man with narrow green eyes, white hair with a single green strand of hair, and a fairly good looking appearance. the words “10 ways to lose a guy” surrounded him on the thumbnail. he looked like a video essay youtuber.
you tapped on the video. “are you in a situationship? a failing relationship? are you with someone you don’t want to be with? someone you’ve lost your spark with ages ago?” spoken with a thick japanese accent began to play. yes, no, sort of, sort of.
“then you’ve come to the perfect video. i have had multiple girlfriends and situationships, and here are a list of 10 things they did that made me lose interest the fastest. so here are 10 ways to make a guy lose interest the quickest–how to lose a guy in 10 days.”
oh, so he’s a whore.
but that was good. if he’s had a lot of relationships before, then that meant that he knew exactly how to end one, or what ended one. “my name is otoya eita, please like and subscribe to my youtube channel, follow my tiktok and instagram, and ring the bell for notifications so you never miss a video.”
“method number one: ignore them. absence makes the heart grow fond, but ignorance makes the heart grow cold.” that was some god awful poetry. “when they speak, just reply with ‘hmm’ or ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’ or ‘sure’ or any sort of one word response that shuts down any more opportunity for conversation. that’ll give them blue balls for sure.”
now that you thought about it, you were always the one doing the talking whenever you both conversed. hugo always replied with one word answers, which was why you were left so disappointed all the time.
say what you want about this jackass otoya, but he knew romance.
suddenly, your phone rang. you checked the caller idea, and you were met with hugo’s contact. holy shit–maybe hugo’s right; fate is real. but this was the perfect opportunity to put what you just learned to use. you picked up his call.
“hey. are you free this week?” hugo asked. your mind raced to think of a good one word answer. yep? dunno? probably? no? yes?
“not sure.” you chose. shit! that wasn’t even one word! but you didn’t add ‘why’ at the end, meaning that it’s implied that you didn’t care about his motives. nice going.
“oh. practice isn’t as strict this week cause we’ve been doing so well this month. we can hang out if you have some free time.”
“right.” and you’re probably sad that you won’t be able to see your man loki as much, you thought. were you coming off strong enough? you actually had basically no plans this entire month and would love to hang out with him, but nonchalance.
you had to un-need him.
“alright. if you have an opening in your schedule, then tell me. b–”
you hung up without warning. you swallowed the lump in your throat; was it always this hard to talk so little? did hugo really hate you so much that he could do this to you regularly? he was willing to read a blank ass book over talk to you.
but he definitely sounded a bit discouraged at the end there.
day one: success.
“method two: be seen with another guy. don’t make it obvious that you’re dating or something, but being close to them tells the person you’re avoiding that there’s someone else you like more. especially someone they know.”
“...yer kidding. are ya actually fallin’ for this shit? yer watching a video by otoya.” karasu, who wore his translation earbuds in full glory, looked at you in utter horror. he was a soccer player from abroad for pxg.
“you know him?” you asked, also placing your own earbuds in.
“know him? i roomed with this guy for months.” karasu shook his head. “he’s a manwhore through and through. has more exes than i can count on my fingers and toes.”
“and that’s all i need to know for him to be trustworthy.” you grinned. “cmon, just hang out with me for a day, that’s all i need. i’ll pay for everything.”
“i ain’t gonna let someone who earns way less money than me pay. but aint’cha goin’ a bit too far? i’ve met him before; pretty sure he’s just blunt.” karasu raised an eyebrow. you shook your head.
“that’s not the problem. i think he’s gay but scared to come out of the closet cause of me. that’s terrible of me to do.” you sighed. karasu choked, beginning to cackle.
“ya think he’s gay for loki? actually, i doubt yer far off. but damn, ya really went in on it, huh?” karasu gave you a high-five. “fine. i’m in on this.”
you both walked to the bakery that hugo and loki had gone to a few weeks ago, talking about your days and general life on the way. karasu was genuinely friendly, which made it easy to talk to him.
and made it easy to grab people’s attention.
“hey, isn’t that karasu?” loki asked. “and (y/n)’s with him too.”
hugo’s head snapped back when he heard your name. you were laughing and smiling with another guy? he wasn’t jealous. just surprised. just so surprised that his insides felt like they were burning.
“ooh, it’s been a while since i’ve seen him! hey loki, we really haven’t seen him in practice recently! we gotta reconnect with him sometime!” charles exclaimed joyfully. “hugo, we’ve gotta introduce him to you! he’s a super cool midfielder and a super cool person!’
“yes, you do.” hugo said flatly. “he’s a midfielder too? i bet none of his strikers can score a goal with his passes.”
loki stared at him blankly. charles broke out into laughter, “ooh, hugo’s jealous.” he gestured at you. “are you gonna go all ceo 6’4 alpha and yank her away and say ‘she’s mine’?” he pulled his phone out, ready to record.
“no. you’ve been on tiktok too much lately.” hugo didn’t tear his eyes away from you. karasu noticed, and he nudged you.
“yer plan’s workin’. he looks like he’s gonna kill me.” he mumbled. you linked your arm through his.
“good.”
“hi karasu!” you heard an unfamiliar, childlike voice behind you. you saw who you remembered to be charles chevalier, and behind him was hugo and loki.
“sup, charles. this is my friend, (y/n).” karasu gestured towards you.
friends don’t stand so closely. hugo thought. “yeah, i know!” charles nodded. “hi (y/n)! hugo talks about you a lot!”
“that’s true. hello, i’m julian loki. i believe we haven’t properly met yet, but i’ve heard of you often.” loki stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
karasu gave you an “i-told-you-so” look, and you responded with a glare. who knows what hugo said about you? maybe he was complaining. “how ‘bout this? charles, loki, i need to talk to ya both about some tactics. hugo, ya can talk to her?”
you were ready to punch him. karasu looked at you and shrugged. “alright, sure!” charles took both loki and karasu’s hands before you could object, and you were left standing with hugo.
alone.
“you seemed awfully close with that karasu guy.” hugo began. your eyes darted the other way.
“yeah.” one-word responses. one-word responses.
“have you been busy recently?”
“i suppose.”
“yet you have the time to spend with him.” hugo glanced at karasu. “…are you avoiding me?”
shit. your face began to turn scarlet, but you hoped hugo wouldn’t notice. “n-no.” goddamnit, why’d you stutter at the worst time?
he narrowed his eyes. “you—“
“HUGOOO! LUNCH BREAK IS OVER SOON!” charles yelled across the bakery, waving his entire arm. he garnered a few glares from other customers.
“this isn’t over.” he stated, turning back and leaving.
“okay.”
you approached karasu again. “is he always like this? charles?” your mind raced to the grinning boy.
“ya mean he sticks his nose everywhere? yep. but he’s fifteen, so ya should give him a break.” your jaw dropped.
“fifteen? okay, that changes everything. never mind then. i’ll let him live. god, that guy’s a baby…” you groaned.
at least karasu bought you some donuts.
day two: sort of success.
“loki, i think she’s mad at me.”
“yeah, i think so too.” loki was seated at a fancy restaurant, waiting for the rest of his teammates at pxg to arrive. “she seemed pretty pissed at you at the bakery.”
“what the hell do i do? i don’t think i did anything wrong, did i?” hugo asked. loki raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he had ever heard hugo so emotional, and this was on call as well.
“chill. maybe she’s just going through a hard time right now.” loki glanced at the front door when he heard it click, wondering if it was his teammate.
instead, he saw you.
“she just finished her finals, she’s still close with her friends, i’m pretty sure all of her family members are alive…it’s a me problem for sure. but what did—“
“hugo, i think i see her. like, right now. she’s seated a few tables away from me?” loki spoke all too quietly, not risking you hearing him.
“…what?”
“yeah. now some guy’s sitting across from her. she does not look comfortable.” he noted. “she’s shaking and she looks tired as hell.”
“damnit. what if that guys harassing her?” hugo spoke like rapid fire.
“i don’t know. it’s your girl. you can ask her.”
“she’s not—“
“if she’s not, then you shouldn’t be concerned about her in the first place.” loki rebutted. it came out more satisfying than he expected; he had been waiting to say this for a while now. “oh, she’s totally getting the ick.”
“just keep watching over her for me. i’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
“dude—no, you can’t just come here all of a sudden.” loki furrowed his eyebrows. “what are you thinking?”
“you said she’s getting the ick. there’s a rainstorm right now and she doesn’t have a car. you know what that means? if she leaves the restaurant, she’ll have to walk home.”
loki sighed. “alright. you do you.” he hung up the call, glancing at you once more.
“method three: go on a date with another guy. ladies, if you’re in a relationship, then this is considered cheating and gives you an automatic out. but if you’re in a situationship, then you have no loyalty towards them in the first place. just go and see if you like the person you’re on a date with.”
this was fucking terrible.
the guy in front of you reeked of axe body spray and hair gel. “and why yes, i believe that women’s rights are a lie.” he said, cutting into his steak. he was dressed like a businessman, but in reality, was an unemployed 29 year old man who still lived in his mother’s basement.
you sighed. “listen. this isn’t going to work. thank you for your time.” you tossed just enough money to pay for you meal and left.
“hey! come back, you bitch! i’m not done yet!”
you didn’t listen, walking out of the front door and being met with a rainstorm and thunder. that third tip definitely did not work. you sighed; hopefully the rain would end soon.
raindrops began to slide down your hair and face. you bit the inside of your cheek; it was freezing outside. your clothes were getting wet.
but then, the rain stopped.
“it’s not good to stand outside alone while it’s dark out, especially not when it’s raining.”
raindrops drummed against fabric as an umbrella was perched over you. “why are you here?” you asked, not bothering to meet hugo’s eyes. “are you stalking me or something?” you completely discarded your false nonchalance.
“not me. loki.” he took your hand, beginning to walk away. you slapped his hand away.
“oh, your boyfriend? how nice.” you spat, not exactly sarcastic.
hugo’s eyes widened. “what the hell are you talking about?” you looked at him with furrowed brows.
“hugo, you know it’s 2026, right? no one cares if you’re into guys. you don’t need to keep on talking to me or whatever. loki’s inside, right? so go talk to him instead.” you clenched your fists. you were pathetic, getting so mad over this.
but you really did like him.
“i don’t like loki. i never said i did.” hugo exasperated.
“you think you were destined to meet him.”
“i was destined to meet you too.”
“he’s your striker.”
“yes, but he’s not you.”
your throat began to tighten. “you listen to him talk way more than you do with me. you’re always reading some stupid blank book when i talk.”
hugo groaned. “t-that’s…that’s because reading blank books organizes my thoughts, okay? i don’t want to say the wrong things around you. but considering how pissed you are, i guess that was useless.”
he breathed. “i don’t care about what i say to loki because it’s loki. he’s just my striker. when i’m reborn and given another destiny, he won’t matter anymore. he matters for this life. you matter for all of them. all of mine.”
this was the most emotional you’ve ever seen him.
then you noticed. his magenta hair had droplets of water tangled inside. his umbrella was too small to fit two people, yet you were comfortably safe from the rain. his clothes were rumpled, as if put on in a hurry.
drops of water slid down your cheeks. it wasn’t from the rain.
“i love you.”
he wiped your tears away with his thumb, before bring your hand up to his lips and kissing each of your knuckles. “not loki. not anyone else. you. you’re my soulmate. no one else is.”
you shouldn’t have doubted him in the first place.
GUYS LIKE JUST GENERALLY. It gets me laughing whenever I hop off a chat and instead of normal notification it does this 😭✌ guys its like I acctually got a text from the actual character (trust I did 💔💔💔)
pairings: hugo x gn! reader ft. his older sister, charles, loki
synopsis: hugo is certain, absolutely and resolutely, that you’re fated to be his. you, on the other hand, don’t share the same sentiments. his attempts to rizz you up, however, seem to convince you otherwise.
contents and warnings: hugo is whipped for you, again, comedy and chaos, fluff, hugo wants your creamy éclair bad and not the ones you find at the patisserie </3, hugo is just honestly a mess, performative hugo, slightly suggestive at the end, Hugo sibling dynamic, Charles and Loki and Hugo interaction, running gag that hugo's teammates think he has a gf besides that it’s gender-neutral, reader is lwk a tsun tsun but then also not...
word count: 4.5k
a/n: after many requests, part two of fictional crush is FINALLY out!!! i gen was so excited to write pathetic hugo bc what is the point of a man if he’s not pathetic, hehe, yesterday i had a dream that i sumbitted my essay 5 mins late and it still haunts me, ALSO SUPER HAPPY HUGO INFORMATION DROPPED OUT IN TIME FOR THIS AHAHHHH, apologies for all the typos… ill fix them when I get the chance, anyway, happy reading <3
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"Marry me."
He shamelessly grabbed your hands over the counter and encased them in his much larger ones. Lashes fluttering with desperation, he pleaded for you to return his love.
"Uh…. WHAT?!"
You blinked, once, and then twice. Even a third time in bewilder as he remained eerily calm, not at all bothered with what had just come out of his mouth.
A deafening silence ensued right after his sudden marriage proposal, the welcomed peace helping you slowly process the warmth of his hands that held yours with ardent determination.
"Marry me, as in—" He tried to repeat his request only to be hurriedly shut down by your growing embarrassment.
"Yes." You interrupted him with a quick nod, only to backtrack immediately when he perked up excitedly at your misleading response. "No— I mean, yes as in I heard what you said, so no need to explain…"
"Ah." His shoulders sagged with the slightest bit of disappointment at the misinterpretation before looking back at you with an expectant gaze. "So then your answer is—?"
"Um— well," you floundered about with jitter under his pointed stare, still in a state of disbelief at his earlier question.
There was no way he said that, right?
You were just hearing things, weren't you?
How could a random man, extremely handsome to boot, with the prettiest and longest lashes you've ever seen, possibly be asking, or rather demanding, that you marry him?
Yeah, there was just no way—
"It's because I didn't go down on one knee when I proposed, right?"
His voice, smooth and adorned with soft charm, effectively snapped you out of your raging thoughts.
"Huh?" A noise of puzzlement left you in tandem at his strange question.
And it wasn't until you felt yourself be pulled forward, arm stretching uncomfortably towards him as your body bent awkwardly over the counter separating you both that you finally understood what he meant.
"Would you please," dropping down on one knee before you, he held your hand with pious gentleness and lifted his reverent gaze up to meets yours.
An aura of flowers and everything nice bloomed around him as he batted his unfairly long lashes at you — the sight resembling a shy maiden professing her undying love to her longtime crush.
"Would you please grant me the great honour of marrying you?"
"…."
"Please." He added sweetly, following his marriage proposal with a chaste kiss over your knuckles.
WHAT??????
Collective gasps of shock resounded from your growing audience, both amused and mortified at his abrupt display of love. You bristled with discomfort at the numerous stares pinning down on the two of you with unconcealed intrigue.
Shit, shit! SHIT!
"Did you see that?! He just proposed!" A woman turned to her friend with a hand clasped over her mouth to restrain her squeal of unbridled excitement.
"Eeeek! Oh my God!" The friend replied with equal amounts of enthusiam, pulling out her phone to record the romantic moment. "Need to take a picture of this!!"
"What a brazen young man! Haha!" An older man swiped the bottom of his nose with fatherly pride. "Balls made of steel, I tell ya!"
No— no! Please don't entertain this!!!
Your desperate wishes went cruelly ignored by the higher being responsible for this absolute nonsense.
"Well?" He tilted his head to side with the patience of a saint, the length of his pink-toned red hair falling softly from the movement.
"It's a no." You answered him through clenched teeth as your muscles twitched with embarrassment.
"Wait, what—" He blinked incredulously, taken aback by your abrupt refusal. "Is it because I don't have a ring— shit, I knew I should've brought one—"
"No!" You declined with fluster, unable to meet the crumbling expression you were sure he would be sporting at your rejection.
"But—"
"No..! Please, just— no…" You stumbled on your words, head hanging low with shame as your ears flushed with heat from the gathered crowd's disapproving looks.
The aura of flowers surrounding him dropped comically, only to be replaced with the suffocating air of his despair.
"But you and I are- we are—"
"Please leave." You muttered curtly, eyes scrunching shut with mild disgust as you continued to avoid his longing gaze.
"…."
And just like that, in an instance, the warmth encasing your hands were no longer there. In its place, the ghost of his touch lingered with a strange, melancholic buzz.
Well, that's that I guess…
Somehow, him backing off that quickly felt a little… anticlimactic?
No, this is what I wanted—!
"Eeep!"
Thoughts cut short, you yelped abruptly when something tugged hard at your arm, the noise of your surprise, shrill and full of fright.
Gaze flying on instinct to identify the suspect, your eyes widened with comical disbelief at the sight of your bangles snagging on the loose thread of his long sleeved sweater — the scene straight out of a Bollywood film!
Oh no—! Heaven forbid!
One look at this and any delusional person would think that this was something pulled out of a romcom! A sign of fate!
Fate's cruel mockery towards you if you had anything to say about it!
"Oh."
Shit.
You begrudgingly lifted your head to meet his equally surprised stare, buckets of sweat accumulating all over you as you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit he was going to spout at you now.
"It's almost like…" his words trailed of dreamily as his eyes glowed with what you could only perceive as dim-witted delusion. "We are fated to—"
"Not another word." You spat distastefully, watching with mild relief as his posture drooped with sadness, the sight of him sulking unbelievably pitiful.
"Oh…"
Despite being freakishly tall and the definition of a giant, he became so small when his shoulders curled in on themselves at your cruel rejection.
It was almost… cute.
Pathetically so.
"Hugo?"
No response followed Charles' call, not a hum of acknowledgment nor a slight nudge of his head, absolutely nothing.
Charles carefully took in the pitiful disposition of his teammate: a hunched back, an expression that looked visibly constipated, and a stormy cloud that seemed to permanently follow him since he came into practice today.
It didn't take a complete genius to figure out what kind of dilemma the usually 'cool' and 'nonchalant' midfielder was going through.
Biting back a cheeky grin, Charles suavely took a seat next to sulking boy, the twinkle of mischief bright and ever glowing in his eyes as he tried to appear discreet.
"Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?"
It was just supposed to be a taunt.
A little joke to lighten up his dampened mood.
What Charles didn't account for, however, was Hugo's brusque honesty.
"Yeah… something like that."
Even when he mumbled those words, quiet and destitute of soul, Charles, along with every other player in the training room, could hear him loud and clear.
Their reaction was immediate, gasps of shock and whispers of condolences for both this mysterious girlfriend and Hugo alike resounding with fervour.
"What?! Hugo's chick broke up with him?!"
"The prettiest boy in all of France?!"
"Well… when you think about his extremely high standards, it's a surprise she didn't break up with sooner…"
"He must be heartbroken…."
"Well, clearly. Just look at the state of him…"
And if Hugo's pitiful behaviour wasn't jaw dropping enough, his next words, chocked with an uncharacteristic sob, broke them all.
"I proposed and got rejected…"
Everybody watched with horror, as tears of sorrow comically poured down the six foot one athlete's face following his admission to a failed confession.
"Oh my God! He's crying! He's actually crying! Someone film this for later!"
"Shit! He can be an asshole at times with his blunt nature, but it breaks my heart to see him cry like that!"
"Don't cry Vivian! There's more sea in the fish!"
"You dumbass! It's more fish in the sea!"
"Oh— is it?"
Amidst the hoots and hollers of the hoodlums around him, Loki, the only one mature despite his young age, approached the midfielder with a consoling smile.
The forward placed a comforting hand over his hunched shoulder and plopped down on the other, unoccupied seat beside Hugo.
"If it isn't fate, then you will both go your separate ways."
Then, with a firm pat to his back, not enough to hurt but enough to snap him back to his senses, Loki gave him words of his unparalleled wisdom.
"And if it is fate, then you will both come together again."
Hugo finally looked up to meet the steady gaze of his captain, comical tears welling up in his usually blank eyes as he took in Loki's air of brilliance. "J-Julian—!"
"Eugh— don't get your snot on me!"
"Heh heh heh! And I have just the thing to make you get her back!" Wrapping his arm around the broad-shouldered athlete, Charles added on with an impish grin.
Hugo's gaze dropped from Loki to the article opened on Charles' phone, the title read: 'wikiHow: Effective Expert-Backed Ways To Rizz Up Your Crush'.
With a phledgmy sniff, he cast Charles a glance that reeked of dubiety. "You really, sniff, you really think I can do this?"
"Well, of course!" Charles was quick to shoot down Hugo's worries, completely ignoring the doubtful look Loki threw at him. "And now, all that's left is courage!"
Hugo nearly cried a river at Charles's clever use of Cyborg 009's best line.
He decided, then and there, that letting their support go to waste was not an option.
"You're here… again."
"Uh— yeah."
Hugo bristled under your cold tone and icy glare, the courage he'd been building up for this exact moment fleeing at the mere sight of your sublime beauty.
Play it cool! Cool! Just like wikiHow said to!
Steeling his resolve once more, his fists clenched tight beside him, a gesture he became accustomed to at the thought of speaking with you — his long time crush.
"What do you want?" Brows furrowed, you cut to the chase.
"To— I mean, an éclair, the chocolate ones. Please." Hugo stumbled on his words, everything that he had mentally planned to say nowhere to be found in the turmoil of his mind.
You eyed him dubiously before backing down when he showed no signs of doing anything stupid again. "Sure…"
"Thank you…"
"Hm," you softened slightly, tense shoulders easing as your guard dropped following his rather docile approach. "Anything else?"
Apologise! Quick! Be normal and then ask for a second chance!
"Uh-! Truthfully, I came here to actually apologise!"
You blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden outburst.
For a moment, he was doing so well, acting normal and calm, but now, he wants to remind you of your past horrors?
"Ah, um—" You quickly shrunk under the pressure of his hopeful eyes, praying that no one would be paying attention to your strange interaction. "I have work right now, I can't—"
"I can wait." He urged with what looked to be a pout, his expression the perfect mirror of kicked puppy's. "I don't mind waiting… if- if you don't mind that is…"
"…."
Curse you and your inability to refuse that stupidly pathetic expression of his.
Stupid man and his stupid expression!
Despite your doubts, however, he really did wait for you to finish your shift.
What was once the early hours of the morning was now the late hours of the afternoon.
"So? You wanted to say something?" You pulled the chair across from him and promptly sat down whilst carefully pushing the plate of today's unsold éclairs closer towards him.
He visibly brightened at your kind gesture, the sight of his delight tugging at your heartstrings.
Damn it! Stupid man…
Muttering a grateful thanks, he turned to meet you head one, his gaze unbelievably earnest.
Keep eye contact, remain steady, and now, all that's left is courage!
"I want to apologise for that day— I was too forward and made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, truly."
You watched him for a moment, the way he twiddled with his thumbs nervously and the way his head hung low with remorse. "Well, as long as you know that…"
"You forgive me?!" He nearly jumped out of his seat from excitement, the tuffs of his hair bouncing in tandem at your forgiveness.
"I suppose…" You immediately regretted your words as you watched a guileful glint form in his dark eyes.
"Then, if— if I may be so shameless, ahem, can we start over again? Please."
For goodness sake! How the hell were you supposed to remain stone cold when his eyes were glittering with so much hope?!
And that pathetic 'please' he just had to add right at the end?!
This stupid man knows what he's doing!
"Eugh— fine…" Begrudgingly, you huffed out your compliance as your ears tinged with heat.
"I'm Vivian Hugo, by the way." He introduced with buzzing enthusiasm, holding his hand out for you to shake.
"Y/n…" You stared at him for moment before accepting his outstretched hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"You too..."
"…."
"Um, are you going to let go?"
"Ah- yes!"
You regretted bringing it up seeing as how he immediately let go of your hand, the warmth of him fading away too quickly for your liking.
An awkward bout of silence ensued following your introductions.
"So," gathering courage, he stuffed a whole éclair into his mouth and blurted out his next thoughts. "What's ywor fwavourite fwood?"
"Uh… I don't have a favourite food in general, but I do like chocolate." You cringed as he spoke with a full mouth, not missing the way his gaze lingered on your hands.
Gulping down dramatically, he continued the conversation. "I like éclairs."
"I… I can see that."
Another bout of awkward silence followed his poor skills of conversing.
"So, Y/n." He started off again, tone trailing off with something that smelled of trouble.
"Hm?"
"What's your type in men?"
"…."
You stood up from the chair, any pity you had left for him now no longer existent. “Get out.”
"What—"
"Out."
"But— I want to adjust my character to match your type so that we can marry—!"
"Now."
"Okay…"
That specific tip from wikiHow did NOT work as planned.
Fuck.
But fortunately for Hugo and unfortunately for you, wikiHow didn't just have one piece of advice regarding the courtship of a crush, but multiple.
If asking you what your type was and becoming said type was out of the question, then it was time to spoil you with gifts.
Clothes, jewellery, hell, even books with actual writing. Hugo didn't know of the word stingy when it came to spending a fortune on you— his self-proclaimed soulmate.
The extra modelling gigs he picked up to fund your presents showed in the many billboards across the streets of France with his face plastered on.
For fuck's sake!
He even agreed to eat avocado for some promotional ad a famous restaurant had to offer him!
Avocado!
That awfully mushy and grass tasting fruit! The thing that felt like it's been eaten, swallowed and puked right back out!
But despite trying to woo you over with his financial assets, you remained unyielding, showing no signs of returning his feelings! If anything, you seemed even more cross with him!
So if monetary means had no affect on you, then surely a couple of sweet words would convince you otherwise, right?
Wrong.
He was wrong.
So wrong it now looked like you no longer wanted anything to do with him — not like you wanted anything to do with him to begin with, but still!
Apparently trying to serenade you with an off tune guitar, a red rose between his teeth whilst monotonously reciting ancient idioms — "your beauty makes the birds fall and the fish drown, hides the moon and shames the flower" — was not the way to go when trying to win over your crush's affection!
It was just— all so fucking hopeless!
So hopeless, that he was actively seeking out the advice of his big sister! The one person he would rather die then swallow his pride for and ask for help.
"What do you want now?" Her tone was disgruntled, sleep etched onto each syllable as she lay on her bed, drenched with fatigue.
"…." He didn't answer her straight away, instead, he chose to linger in her room whilst examining every little trinket she owned, a habit he didn't think he would ever grow out of.
"Vivi?"
"Hm," he finally turned to face her, expression schooled into one of apathy despite the countless worries raging inside of him.
"Ew, you're quiet for once." She muttered, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes as she continued scrolling on her phone. "It's creeping me out."
Give it to his big sister to immediately notice that there was something wrong with him.
And rather than responding to her insult with one of his own, he began flexing his muscles in front of the large mirror across the room before asking her a question that would most definitely send her over the edge.
"Are you still bitchless?"
"What." Her voice was sharp, edged with veiled threat.
"I asked if you're still—"
"You bastard!" Enraged, she wasted no time throwing a cheetah printed pillow in his direction.
Unfortunately for her, however, Hugo was an athlete with incredible reaction time. Evading an airborne object like that was a piece of cake.
"Pfft— missed."
"Ugh! A muscled meathead like you isn't a lady's man anyway!"
"What are you talking about?" He questioned her sarcastically, one arm going around her neck in a painless headlock as the other one went to scruff her reddish toned hair.
"A respectful man who is honest gets the lady's going! That's not— ugh," she tried to push him off of her, something that would've been easier when they were younger, only to huff with defeat when her efforts were in vein. "Get off of me!"
"I'm honest though."
"But you're not respectful!" She pinched the flesh of his arm and then pointed at him to prove her point. "Look at you! Disrespecting your big sister when I was the one who saved you from having to eat the avacados you wouldn't eat when you were younger."
"…." His grip around her weakened as he mulled over her words.
"Plus, you're such a pathetic guy. Simping over that fictional character, yuck."
A respectful man, was it…?
Hugo had inkling of what that could be, perhaps he should change his approach to wooing you altogether.
"Ah-! Vivian, close the door on your way— VIVIAN! I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Something… was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
You were convinced, with absolute certainty, that the current Vivian Hugo was a fake, a clone— a fucking skin walker!
Because out of simply nowhere, he changed.
Gone was the pathetically yearning Hugo who showered you in endless affection, the man who tried serenading you by reciting ancient idioms at seven in the fucking morning, the same man who kept the bakery afloat by buying the whole stock of éclairs!
That man— the man you once knew was no more, and now, was replaced with the persona of despicable nonchalance, a stupid tote bag, the bakery's horrible matcha, and that jarringly irritating book he never seemed to be able to put down!
Fuck, as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him— ardently so.
Putting on the best smile you had in you, pearly whites framed with soft lips, your gaze settled on him intensely.
"Do you want to try the new pistachio and dark chocolate filled éclair—?"
"No, I'd like the matcha."
"…."
Matcha? MATCHA???? Seriously?! The same matcha that was ranked the worst here out of all Parisian bakeries?!
What was wrong with him?!
You were butthurt, he never ordered anymore of the éclairs anymore! They were your speciality, something you took great pride in baking! And he was just refusing to have them so he could have the fucking matcha instead?!
"Are you sure you want to have the matcha?" You whispered whilst covering the side of your mouth, voice dropping an octave as you shared the bakery's hushed secret. "I really wouldn't recommend it, pretty sure that stuff is low-grade—"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"…oh, um… okay."
Yeah, his newfound nonchalance towards you really fucking hurt.
"I'll be with you shortly…"
"Yeah, thanks."
Thanks? Thanks— THAT'S IT???
He used to say thank you whilst holding your hands and gazing up at you like you hung the stars high up in the sky! What the hell was up with these short and curt answers?!
Had you done something to hurt him? Was that why he was suddenly quiet around you?
If that was the case, then you ought to apologise to him!
Turning to face one of your colleagues, you clasped your hands together and gave her your best puppy eyes — hoping the pitiful sight would urge her to keep an eye out on the counter in your stead.
And just as you prayed, she returned the gesture with an encouraging smirk and a thumbs up.
How could she refuse if it meant getting back their generously loyal customer?
With a plate full of éclairs and a racing heart, you made your merry way over to the far table Hugo was sitting at.
"Vivian?" You called out softly, voice smooth and mellifluous. "Can I sit here?"
It took him a good while for him to respond, and when he did, curtly and dismissively, still not looking up from the book that had him rapt with attention, you resisted the urge to curse the living shit out of him out.
"…Sure."
"Thanks— thank you." You plopped down on the chair in front of him, heart hammering from your growing anxiety. "Here, by the way."
He looked up for a brief moment, eyes following the plate of éclairs you kindly decided to give him before they fell back on that stupid book.
"…Thanks."
"Of course…" Your words trailed off pitifully as you watched his attention return to the book of your nightmares.
One moment you were the centre of his attention, the sole being he focused on. And now, because you were too embarrassed to return his affection, you were fighting against a no-named book for first place in the category of his attention.
It was so pathetic.
"You've always got your nose buried in that book," you started off with a casual drawl, hoping he would take the hint and began his usual yapping of its content.
But contrary to your wishes, he played the fool and didn't bother expanding, choosing to fill his mouth with one of the éclairs, something that seemed to do it for you.
"Hmph." Huffing, you turned your head to avoid his gaze as your ears flushed with heat from his lack of interest. "Should've been buried between my legs instead…"
"…Huh, what—"
Now, he decides to finally look up.
"What." You cast him a sideway glance, chin resting on your palm as you guarded his frazzled appearance with a glare.
"Uh- um nothing…" He shook his head with a stammer, quickly returning back to that stupid fucking book again.
Just what the hell was he reading so intently?
"…You reading porn or what?" You sneered, expression contorting with disgust at the implication.
"No…" His response was hesitant and filled with suspiciousness.
"You totally are!" You argued with certainty in your tone as you pointed at him accusingly.
"I'm not, I swear—" Holding the book close to his chest, he tried to keep it out of your reach.
"Let me see then!" You leaned over the table, closing the distance between the two of you as you reached for the book.
"No, wait— Y/n, don't-"
Fuck, how was he supposed to keep the book away from you when you were so damn close to his proximity?!
"I got it! Huh—?" Your victory cheer was cut unfairly short when you opened the book, confusion growing tenfold as you began to peruse its contents. "What's this? An empty book?"
"…." Hugo's shoulders sagged with mortified defeat as you flicked through each page with puzzlement written all over your face.
"You've been reading an empty book this whole time?!"
"I- uh, yeah…"
"What— why?!"
Now, you were angry. Had you seriously been competing with nothing for his attention?
"Well— you, you make me nervous, and I—I uh, um… I can dialogue with myself and uh… organise my thoughts when I look at blank pages— I don't want to look like a fool in front of you, yeah…"
"…." You watched him twiddle his thumbs and fix his collar with disbelief.
Oh.
Oh.
So that's why he seemed to be constantly looking down at the book before responding to you. He was… a nervous wreck the whole time in your presence…!
The realisation sent a crawl of excitement down your spine, urging your gaze to trace his lovely expression: flushed pink cheeks, dilated eyes and fluttering lashes — all telling signs of his growing fluster.
You would be a fool to let this chance go to waste!
"Vivian," you called out tentatively, stretching each syllable with beguiled intent.
"Y-yeah?"
"You’ve got some chocolate here." Eyes curving with mischief, you gestured to the corner of his lips where some chocolate ganache remained.
Rubbing at the spot furiously, he turned to face you again for approval. "Is it gone—?"
You didn't answer him, instead, you took the initiative for the first time.
Using one hand to push back his hand that remained close to his mouth, you used your other hand to swipe away the residue chocolate.
Your thumb dragged across his bottom lip at an agonisingly slow pace, the touch sending heat across his ears and dying their pale colour a pretty pink.
Gaze fixed solely on him, you watched with enamour as his breath hitched from fluster.
"There. All gone, Vivian."
Falling back onto your seat with a huff, you brought your thumb over to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, you licked away at the remaining ganache.
"…." His eyes could only widen at your lewd display of affection.
There was no way you just did that, right?
Did that mean that you were also into—
"What? I told you I liked chocolate, didn't I? Did you forget already—"
Hugo, for the life of him, couldn't hold it back anymore.
With absolutely no warning, he smashed his head right onto the plate before him. The untouched éclairs flattened under the force of his swinging head as the plate shattered with a sickening crack.
"Vivian?! Are you— oh my God- are you okay?!"
Fuck, and now you were all concerned for him. Did you seriously intend to short-circuit him with your worry?
Lifting his head up to meet your solicitous expression, he shakily pointed to the ganache smeared all over his face.
"Y-you missed a spot, Y/n…"
"Vivian!" You shrieked as your trembling hands cupped his face. "You're bleeding out your nose and your first thought is for me to— to, you stupid man!"
"Don't worry…" he sighed blissfully, leaning into the warmth of your hands, a sensation he'd desperately craved for. "I'm just… hah- really excited, papillon."
The blood dribbling down his nose wasn't the only place where hot blood was rushing south.
"You'll- you'll fix this issue for me, yeah? Please, pretty."
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also, this is just me rambling, but once during french lesson, @vampy11x (or someone else i cant remember) was asked by our teacher how to say 'i'm excited' in french and she said 'je suis excité' and our teacher lost it bc that's how u say ur horny in french 😂😂😂
and if you haven't read it yet, i say read mr. velcro man as part three for this
i'm so fucking funny right guys...! . hugo from blue lock
every time hugo picks up a book, you whisper something that really makes him question why he continues to hang out with you.
“i’ve been reading books of old…”
aaaaand that’s a book to your head, followed by a glare.
“how about you try reading a book? one might do you some good,” he reaches over to grab his book from the floor, mumbling to himself.
“but i already know the legends and the myths,” you shrug, lips unable to suppress your laugh.
his eyes meet yours, unamused.
“sooo, what’re you reading about?” you ask, a few moments of silence later. his eyes light up ever so slightly; is this… genuine?
his lips part just slightly before you speak again.
“maybe, like... achilles and his gold, or hercules and his gifts?” his eyes widen. “whaaat?? fine, fine.”
he closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure.
“okay, but seriously,” you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning over him slightly, until your shoulders are touching. “is it about…” your eyes meet his; he’s almost sure that you can hear his heart against his chest. “spiderman’s control, or batman with his fists?”
“genuinely shut up,” he rolls his eyes, tossing his book at you again.
“wait, wait!” you double over with laughter, barely able to get a solid grip on his wrist as he tries getting up.
“clearly—” you cut him off.
“you don’t see yourself upon that list? you want something… just like this?” your eyes soften, feigning empathy. your hand loosens around his wrist, as he sits back down.
“sure, something like that,” he exhales, reaching over again to grab his book.
“something just like this,” you curiously remark. you two fall into a comfortable silence, one that he delved into a little too quickly.
how? he hears you humming. ever so audibly loud enough, the next verse of that song.
“i’ve been readin’ books of old…”
his book hits you for a third time, followed by the sound of the door slamming and your laughter mocking him.
when you first moved in, it took sae months to adjust to how lively his house had become.
how his bland and unadorned penthouse was now filled with your belongings, your warm lamps that you bought because you hated the white lighting.
the beautiful lace curtains that now covered the rows of exposed windows. fluffy blankets that complemented his crimson couches, filled with soft and decorative pillows that you adjust in a very particular order. pictures of you and his wedding photos, your bright smile bringing life to his once shallow and empty house.
your vanilla perfume that trailed behind you all the time, slowly seeping into the fabrics of your furniture.
not only did he have to get used to your undeniably amazing taste in decoration, but also your inability to sit peacefully in a messy house.
sae wasn't one to maintain a messy house—he in fact, always made sure it was clean. but he had a horrible habit of tossing clothes on the floor and keeping dishes in the sink, unattended for days on end due to his exhausting schedule.
which inevitably turned into your first fight now that you shared a domestic lifestyle together, as you constantly told him to fold his clothes and do his part of the dishes.
eventually though, things settled down as the two of you finally made agreements on chores, as he finally got used to just how much life you brought into what he called home—just how much light and joy you brought into his life all together.
the penthouse became his escape, not just a place for him to sleep and eat, but a place for him to wind down, a place he sought comfort in knowing you'd always be there—always there to embrace him and smother him with your undying love.
then came your kids.
suddenly, itoshi sae found himself having to get used to the sound of your child's cries in the dead of night—the creaky rocking of the crib as he lulled her back to sleep.
your cries of overwhelming joy as she took her first steps and spoke her first words, "dada."
she always seemed to have a preference towards her father, a preference he never thought would fade.
as she turned three, the house was suddenly scattered with toys everywhere, piles of outgrown baby clothes in her room, and stocks of baby food in the fridge, as she still refused to eat anything remotely crunchy.
what was once just you and him was now a family with a little baby boy on the way.
the second was easier.
sae was now used to the constant pooping and cries; he'd get up in the middle of the night no questions asked, telling you to go back to sleep with no groans or complaints.
sae now no longer had the luxury of waking up to his alarm; instead, he would wake his ten and seven-year-old jumping in the bed, begging for breakfast eagerly.
he no longer had the luxury of coming back to a quiet home; instead, he came back to a house filled with chaos and children's laughter.
something he never knew he'd relish in.
sae was now used to this life, no longer being on his own; he was now surrounded by love, by support, a system he could fall back on if something went wrong.
something he never knew he'd lose—until that night—he never saw a future without you, a future where the death of his lover and only son would be his fault.
it was normal night, he was driving back home after dinner with his parents, his hand on your thigh as the kids argued in the backseat.
soft music played from the radio; he couldn't help but smile.
sae had never felt so fuffilled in his life, like he was actually worth something. like he had so much to look forward to.
and then for a moment—just a moment—sae got distracted, turning his head to the kid as their argument grew, telling them to shut up and deal with it later, and when he turned… it was too late.
all he remembers is you yelling his name, the last thing he ever heard from you, and the collision of the crash; he lost consciousness for a moment before his eyes opened, the loud sirens blasting into his ear as he turned. he remembers the way your head was thrown back—the blood that gushed out.
he desperately tried to shake you awake—the tears in his eyes as his head whipped back to check on his children, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through his body.
fate is a funny thing, isn't it?
he remembers when you once asked him if he believed in it, and he brushed you off, telling you it was a silly thing.
but now, sae could only laugh.
how fate decided that he would be the one to survive, not you.
the warmth of the home sae spent years getting used to was gone—just like that.
the years he spent pining for you, loving you, being married to you, and raising kids with you—gone like they'd never even mattered.
no, it couldn't be that simple.
fate couldn't be that cruel.
he couldn't be that undeserving of happiness.
now, sae had to adjust to life that had been sucked out of his home.
his crimson couch somehow duller.
wedding photos that once adorned the walls gone because he couldn't bear to look at you.
warm lamps that once made the home welcoming; now unplugged and replaced with his old white lights that filled the house with a sense of melancholy.
your perfume stored away in a box as your scent slowly faded off the fabric of the furniture.
the only remembrance that you had once been here being your personal belongings that sae couldn't quite get rid of, stored away in boxes.
your daughter constantly locked away in her room—somewhere she wouldn't have to look him in the eyes for him to know that she blamed him for all of it.
the house was quiet, empty.
sae was never there; your daughter always returning back to an empty house with only leftovers in the fridge.
the tv that once used to make a home in a living room where a mother and her children would support their football player father through the screen, now empty and lifeless.
Oooh thanks for the tag pumpkin! 🩷 love your characters hehe!! Here's mine!
It's either the protagonist or their mentor for me lol- ive got types- 😭🫶
Tagging: @wingcherry @ripperhyena @tangerinetides @tlissablr @sacredwarrior88 @starryknight565 @solixiaa @serotonins-stuff @daffodils-and-bluebells @gachiakuta-lover @lavenderdropp @barelyalivesstuff @natsuzoku @maryhyun254 and everyone else who wants to do this! Come on!!
HELLO!!:DDD I WAS WOMDERING IF U WRITE FOR FU FROM GACHIAKUTA?:D
HELLO ANON!! :DD yess i do write for fu from gachiakuta! Although right now i've taken a break from writing for gachiakuta except for the unanswered requests i've been sent 😔 (WILL BE ANSWERED SOON ) i may be coming back to write for gachiakuta after maybe 2 or 4 fics of other characters and the requests given STILL LUV YOU THOUGH AND I'D LOVE A REQUEST
HELLOOO ^^ feel free to ignore but could I request a mischievous platonic!reader (who is in Team Akuta) + Enjin. Where reader has a tendency to sneak out at night especially when she cant sleep or cause shes hanging around with outside friends. Whereas, Enjin has an instinct that shes been sneaking out but can never prove it since shes way too sneaky. But one night the reader is all dressed up, bag in hand and ready, so she sneaks out but Enjin was able to spot her (idk maybe he was trying to have a smoke sesh). But instead of calling her out right then and there he decides to wake up the rest of Team Akuta stating they’re going on a midnight adventure (and that adventure is following her and seeing what shes up to).
And i was thinking maybe if you’re comfortable with this they catch her at a party and maybe for more drama the reader is also basically on a date 😅 who knows its whatever whats up to you 🙂↕️ i was thinking Enjin would be like the father or big brother type who’s overprotective but also really nosy + since the reader is mischievous I think theyd make an interesting duo. The reader is the same age as Zanka or maybe even a year older than him but feel free to ignore and add details that make you the most comfortable. Thank you!!
⋄ 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 ⋄
⋄ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⋄
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You make a midnight escape, craving freedom—only for Enjin to catch you and summon the entire team into an over-the-top pursuit. They tail you through the dark, stumble through mistakes, and barge into the party you fled to. By the end, sneaking out feels simple compared to dealing with the disaster squad sworn to “protect” you.
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.6k~
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HQ at night was supposed to be your safe zone. Dead quiet. Everyone asleep. The perfect setup for sneaking out.
You moved like a pro—barefoot, bag slung over your shoulder, shoes in hand so you didn’t squeak against the floorboards. You’d practiced this routine plenty of times. Step one: creep past Rudo’s room (he slept like a rock anyway, though he snored loud enough to rattle the walls). Step two: avoid Riyo, because she had a sixth sense for gossip. Step three: slide past Zanka, because somehow he always woke up if you even breathed near his door.
And step four… well. That was always Enjin.
Enjin, who had the uncanny ability to just know. You could swear he had some dad-like radar installed in his skull. Every time you tried to sneak out, he’d pop up with that smug grin, like he’d been waiting all night just to bust you.
But not tonight. Tonight you’d outsmart him.
You eased the front door open. The cool night air hit your face. Success.
You froze mid-step. Closed your eyes. Inhaled. Exhaled. Turned.
There he was. Enjin. Leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting there all week, cigarette glowing, Umbreaker casually propped beside him. His blond hair looked almost golden in the low light, and his stupid grin said I win.
“…Enjin.”
“Kid,” he drawled, pushing off the wall with the ease of someone who knew he had you cornered. “Sneaking out. What a surprise. Never seen this one before.”
You tried for casual. “…Just going for a walk.”
“A walk? At midnight. With a bag, nice clothes, and shoes in your hand like you’re in some spy flick.” He narrowed his eyes, mock-serious. “Yeah, totally checks out.”
You clutched your bag tighter. “…It’s fresh air. Can’t a person get some fresh air around here?”
Enjin puffed smoke, letting it curl lazily into the dark. Then he leaned down just enough so his sharp golden gaze met yours. “Sure, you can get fresh air. But the problem is, you’re seventeen, you live under my roof, and I have this pesky thing called responsibility. Which means you sneaking out makes me look bad. And I can’t have that, can I?”
“…You’re not my dad.”
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Not your—excuse me? Did you just not my dad me? After all the lectures, the life lessons, the free dinners I’ve cooked?”
“You burned half those dinners.”
“Details.” He waved you off, smirking. “Point is—I’m basically your dad. Handsome, charming, humble, hilarious dad. Admit it.”
“I’d rather choke.”
He leaned back, grinning ear to ear. “Perfect. I thrive on teenage rebellion.”
You groaned. “You’re twenty-eight. Why do you care so much?”
“Because you’re seventeen,” he shot back instantly. “And Rudo’s fifteen. And Riyo’s sixteen. And Zanka’s barely holding it together at seventeen. You’re all children, and I’m the poor schmuck babysitting you.” He jabbed his thumb into his chest. “So yeah, I care. Someone has to.”
You muttered under your breath, “…Old man.”
He stopped. Slowly squinted at you. “…What did you just call me?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh no. No, no, no. I heard it. Old man. OLD. MAN.” His smirk widened into something wicked. “You better hope Rudo never hears that, kid. You’ll never live it down.”
“I hate you.”
“Good. That’s how I know I’m doing my job.” He clapped you on the shoulder, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some children to wake up. You’re not sneaking out alone tonight.”
“…Wait. What?”
But he was already marching inside HQ, humming loudly like he’d just won the lottery.
Fifteen minutes later, all hell broke loose.
Enjin barged into Rudo’s room first. “Rise and shine, kiddo. We’ve got a mission.”
Rudo cracked one eye open, hair sticking out in every direction, face twisted into pure misery. “…It’s the middle of the night. What mission?”
“A special one.” Enjin’s grin was blinding.
“No.” Rudo turned his face into the pillow. “I refuse.”
Enjin yanked his blanket away. “Too bad. Let’s go, short stack.”
“I’m fifteen, not five!” Rudo snapped, rolling onto the floor with a groan. “Old man! I hate you!”
Enjin gasped. “OLD MAN?! Oh, that’s rich. That’s real rich.” He ruffled Rudo’s hair violently, ignoring the boy’s furious swatting. “You’ve been hanging out with a certain someone, haven’t you?”
“I’m gonna die,” Rudo muttered, dragging himself up. “Literally die. Tonight. From secondhand embarrassment.”
Next was Riyo. She sat up instantly, hair sticking out like a bird’s nest, and squealed, “Are we fighting?! Is it snacks?! Is it a mission to steal Rudo’s blanket again?!”
Enjin smirked. “Better. We’re tailing a little troublemaker.”
Riyo gasped, clapping her hands. “Oooooh, sneaky business! I love sneaky business!”
Then Zanka’s room. The poor guy looked like he hadn’t even fallen asleep yet—sitting on the edge of his bed, sighing like he already regretted existing. “What nonsense are you dragging us into now?”
Enjin grinned wider, coat flaring dramatically as he spun Umbreaker. “Operation: Midnight Mischief.”
“…You made that name up just now.”
“Yup,” Enjin said proudly. “Catchy, right?”
Rudo groaned from the hallway. “Old man, I swear, if this is about your ego—”
“Correction,” Enjin said, pointing at Rudo with mock severity. “This is about protecting your idiot teammate who thinks sneaking out at night is a fun hobby.”
Zanka pinched the bridge of his nose. “…Unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably brilliant, you mean.” Enjin winked. “Come on, troops. We’ve got a party to crash.”
The street outside HQ was quiet, lanterns flickering faintly in the distance. The perfect cover for a sneaky escape. Except, of course, for the circus of idiots Enjin had dragged with him.
“Alright, troops,” Enjin whispered loudly. Too loudly. “Eyes sharp. Backs straight. Butts low. We’re blending in.”
Rudo blinked at him with dead eyes. “…Butts low? Are we frogs now?”
“It’s spy talk, kid,” Enjin whispered back, crouching dramatically against a wall. “Learn it. Live it. Love it.”
Rudo crossed his arms. “You’re twenty-eight. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
Enjin gasped like he’d been stabbed. “Twenty-eight is PRIME. Do you know how wise I am? How cool? How devastatingly handsome?”
“You’re an old man.”
“Take that back.”
“No.”
Enjin pointed at him. “Grounded.”
“I’m not even your kid!”
“You are spiritually my kid.”
Rudo groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I hate this. I hate all of you. I want to go home.”
Meanwhile, Riyo had plastered herself against a barrel, peeking dramatically like she was in an action movie. “Code Red, I repeat, Code Red! Target is moving!”
Zanka sighed, standing upright because crouching was “beneath him.” “She’s not even moving. She’s just… standing by the corner. Probably thinking she got away.”
“She did get away,” Enjin muttered, crouching beside Riyo. “From her perspective. But we? We are shadows. Ghosts. Ninjas of the night.”
“You’re an idiot,” Zanka corrected.
“Idiots don’t win spy missions,” Enjin shot back, smirking.
“They also don’t have spy missions,” Zanka said flatly.
“Touché. But also—shut up.”
Rudo, arms still crossed, muttered, “This is literally the dumbest night of my life.”
“Correction,” Enjin said, putting a finger to his lips. “This is the best night of your life, and one day you’ll tell your kids about how your amazing, responsible, very-not-old mentor saved the day.”
“…Kids?!” Rudo choked. “Who said anything about kids?! I don’t even want to be here!”
“Relax,” Enjin said, patting him on the head like a grumpy cat. “You’re grounded from kids anyway.”
“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!”
Riyo snorted so hard she almost blew their cover. Zanka just facepalmed.
You, meanwhile, were still a few streets ahead, blissfully unaware—or so you thought. You adjusted your bag strap, checked the dark sky, and muttered, “Finally. No Enjin breathing down my neck tonight.”
If only you knew.
Back behind you, Enjin was narrating like some kind of wannabe documentary host. “Notice the wild teenager in their natural habitat. See how they clutch their bag, eyes darting like a mischievous raccoon. Where are they off to? A secret lair? A forbidden romance? Or… snacks? The world may never know.”
“Stop talking,” Zanka hissed.
“You can’t stop greatness,” Enjin shot back with a grin.
“I can certainly try,” Zanka muttered.
Rudo, trudging behind with his hair sticking up in every direction, finally snapped. “Why are we even here? Can’t we just let them do whatever? They’re seventeen. Who cares?”
Enjin’s grin dropped just slightly, his voice softening for a second. “Because if you’re a teen it gets you into trouble real fast. And trouble gets you hurt. And I don’t want that.”
The group blinked at him. Even Rudo quieted down. For like… three seconds.
Then Enjin smirked again, brushing it off. “Plus, imagine the blackmail material when we catch them. Priceless.”
“There it is,” Zanka muttered.
The first obstacle of the mission? A dog.
A big, fluffy, utterly harmless dog wandering down the street.
But Riyo gasped like it was a dragon. “ENEMY SPOTTED.”
“It’s literally a dog,” Zanka said.
“It could BARK,” Riyo argued. “Do you know how loud barking is? Mission over. We’re all doomed.”
Enjin crouched, serious as ever. “She’s right. That dog could ruin everything.”
“…Are you both hearing yourselves right now?” Zanka groaned.
Rudo glared at the dog like it had personally ruined his life. “If that thing barks, I swear—”
The dog barked.
“RETREAT!” Enjin whisper-yelled, dragging everyone behind a cart.
The dog trotted away, tail wagging.
Silence.
“…That was pathetic,” Zanka said.
“Pathetically perfect,” Enjin corrected, grinning. “We survived. True pros.”
Rudo muttered, “Old man’s lost it.”
“I HEARD THAT,” Enjin hissed.
Finally, you reached your destination: a back alley glowing with lantern light, faint music spilling from an open door. A party.
You paused at the entrance, adjusting your bag strap, nerves buzzing. Then you slipped inside.
And from the shadows across the street, Team Akuta collectively gasped.
“A party?!” Riyo whisper-squealed.
“A date probably,” Zanka said flatly, spotting the way you greeted someone inside.
Rudo’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. Enjin’s gonna explode.”
Enjin’s eye twitched. He stood, coat flaring, Umbreaker gleaming under the lantern light like some dramatic anime dad. “Troops. New plan. We are going in.”
Zanka groaned. “Of course we are.”
Riyo giggled. “This is gonna be so fun!”
Rudo muttered, dragging his feet. “I hate this. I hate all of you. But mostly I hate old men.”
“Say that again and you’re cleaning HQ bathrooms for a month,” Enjin shot back.
Rudo stuck out his tongue.
Enjin smirked. “That’s it. You’re double grounded.”
And with that, Team Akuta marched toward the party, their “stealth mission” officially over, ready to ruin your night in the most embarrassing way possible.
The party was alive—music pulsing through the walls, lights stringing across the ceiling, and laughter echoing over the crowd. People danced, shouted, crowded around tables full of drinks and snacks. It was the kind of noise you came here for—the kind of noise that drowned out the silence you hated.
You blended in fast. Smile, wave, grab a cup, laugh at something dumb. Easy. You finally felt like you were just you, not the kid under Enjin’s watchful eyes.
But then—
“Troops, target located. Don’t break formation.”
Your heart stopped. No way.
You spun around, and sure enough—Enjin. Leading a very obvious parade of chaos straight through the door.
Riyo’s wide eyes darted around like she was on a sightseeing tour, mouth hanging open. Rudo dragged his feet like he’d been sentenced to hard labor, scowling at anyone who brushed against him. Zanka came last, hands in his pockets, his whole aura reading “I could not care less but unfortunately, I exist.”
And then Enjin, golden hair catching the light, cigarette tucked lazily between his fingers, scanning the room until his eyes landed right on you. His grin spread slow and sharp, like a cat who’d found its mouse. He mouthed: Busted.
You groaned. “No. No, no, no.”
By the snack table, you tried to hide, but Riyo popped up right beside you like she’d been summoned.
“Hey, [Name]!” she yelled, nearly making you choke on your drink. “Fancy seeing you here!”
“Riyo—” you hissed.
She leaned in, whispering loud enough for three people to hear. “So you’ve been sneaking out to parties? Without me? Betrayal!”
Before you could argue, Enjin slid up to your other side, draping his arm across your shoulders like he owned you.
“Fresh air, huh?” he said, smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t realize ‘fresh air’ came with a dance floor and potential bad decisions.”
You pushed his arm off. “You’re ruining my night.”
“That’s literally my job.” He tapped his cigarette against the edge of the table. “Think of me as quality control.”
“More like pest control,” you muttered.
Behind him, Rudo stomped up, hands jammed in his pockets. “This sucks. Everyone here smells like sweat and disappointment.”
Enjin patted his back. “That’s the spirit,”
“Shut up, turd-face!”
“Language.” Enjin wagged a finger.
Zanka arrived last, gaze sliding over you like he was scanning for injuries. “…Was it worth sneaking out for?”
You looked away, mumbling, “…Maybe.”
He exhaled softly, shaking his head. “Pathetic.” But there was no bite behind it—just quiet.
The music picked up, and suddenly people were dragging others into a dance circle. You were about to slip away when Riyo gasped and grabbed your wrist.
“YES! Dance circle time!”
“No—”
Too late. You were shoved into the center, the crowd clapping and cheering. Your heart hammered as everyone stared.
And then Enjin stepped in, spinning Umbreaker like it was some kind of prop.
The room cheered.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” Enjin announced, bowing dramatically. “Your entertainment has arrived!”
“ENJIN!” you snapped.
The crowd chanted his name. He grinned, ate it up, threw a ridiculous spin that had people howling.
Riyo burst in next, flailing around in a way that made it impossible to tell if she was dancing or having an exorcism. When she tripped, she rolled right back up, throwing her arms high. The crowd went wild.
Rudo was pushed in by someone, and he just… stood there. Deadpan. Arms crossed.
The cheering slowed into awkward silence. Someone booed.
“C’mon Dance!” Riyo begged.
“No,” Rudo said flatly.
“Dance or grounded,” Enjin shot back.
“I’M ALREADY GROUNDED!”
The crowd laughed, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.
Zanka got dragged in next. He gave one half-hearted spin, sighed, and walked straight out again. The crowd booed louder. He didn’t care in the slightest.
By the time you escaped the circle, cheeks burning, your night was officially destroyed. Enjin slung his arm over your shoulders again as the group herded you back toward the door.
“See?” he said, smug. “Best night ever. You’re welcome.”
“I hate you.”
“Good.” He tapped ash from his cigarette, grin never fading. “That means I’m doing my job right.”
Rudo muttered something about wanting to set the whole place on fire, Riyo skipped along humming off-key, and Zanka walked silent and steady, like always.
And you—caught in the middle of all of it—realized sneaking out wasn’t the dangerous part.
hiii! i wanted to ask if you write for animes like jujutsu kaisen, haikyu, one piece, demon slayer, blue lock, chainsaw man?
Hi anon!! Yes to all of them, although i haven't finished Haikyuu yet (no hate pls, promise i will 😅) If you'd wanna drop a request i'd love that! 🫶 i have some unanswered requests that WILL be finished soon.
