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·˚ ༘ 𝓑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 | NAGI SEISHIRO
hello… fellow friends… I may have ghosted yall and I’m KINDA sorry about that. 😢 I have no excuse rather than bed rotting and sleeping in! This story is to make up for the weeks ive been gone and I’m working on the Otoya series still! 😳
Relationships were such a pain for you, none of them ended entirely the way you wanted to. You always believed that maybe the next guy would definitely be better. I mean you were young, you had to enjoy your life while you were at it. No matter how many times a guy broke your heart, that never stopped you from hoping for the next to be better. How could you? You were a lover girl who had enough love to share with the entire world.
It wasn’t entirely difficult for you to catch the attention of a guy. You were breath taking, how can someone not resist you? And that’s what worried your parents. Because the amount of times you introduced them to your new boyfriend they found it concerning how many relationships you’ve been in. Not that they didn’t mind how their daughter attracted the hearts of many guys… but the fact the after results seemed painful to watch. Whether you got cheated on or broken up with, you only locked yourself up in your bedroom and cried until you convinced yourself that "you'll never get into another relationship.” But yet get into another relationship. How can you resist!? The love of your life was out there.. somewhere.
Which worried your parents more than it should. How could they sit and watch their daughter get her feelings hurt? Well, they found a solution. They decided to send you to an all girl summer camp for the summer. Maybe this’ll prioritize yourself rather than focusing on boys.
So when that day came, your mother told you to pack your things a few days before and drove you straight to some area that had buses prepared for different teens. You convinced yourself it will be okay! Because new faces equals new opportunities. You knew damn well this wouldn’t stop you. What if suddenly you happened to catch feelings for a girl? Well Mom, this was entirely useless.
“Mom… is this necessary…” You muttered as you clutched your bags in your arms.
Your mother only nodded, “Of course. It’s for the best! You girls these days need to learn how to worry about other things rather than being with boys!”
You gasped, “Mom! That's not fair! I’m still young—let me explore different people. How else am I going to get married if I can’t be in a relationship?!” You argued.
“I don’t care whether you’re in a relationship or not. Me and your father are worried about the after effects of these boys! You know how worrying it is to see that you’re not eating because some guy broke your heart?”
You pouted because you knew she was correct. Well besides this summer camp thing. “God whatever.” You said as you turned your head to face the different variations of buses for teens. “Mom… what bus is mine..?” You asked worryingly.
“I don’t know sweetie! I have an appointment in an hour for my hair… so I wish you the best and take care! I love you—“ She said before stepping on the gas pedal and driving off before you could even respond.
You stepped away before she got to run your foot over. Now, you were left alone surrounded by multiple strangers who looked as lost as you were. Without thinking you decided to wait in this extremely long line—hoping it’ll lead you to your bus once you ask one of the camp counselors.
The line took a while, as you stood there for thirty minutes, worrying that your bus had probably left. Before you knew it, you were now at the front of the line, face to face with a male counselor.
“Hey! I am Kentaro… I’m sure you’re as lost as the other people!” He laughed nervously, trying to be as friendly as possible. “Is there anything specific you need? Directions—Perhaps to your bus?”
You stared at his careless expression, it seemed he was forcing himself to act ‘friendly’ towards the teenagers. “Yeah… I was told—“
“Kentaro!” A voice shouted nearby as an angry woman came stomping towards our way. “You never cleaned the bathrooms or what?! Some guy got bit by a snake and now he’s being sent to the hospital!”
You stood there awkwardly, all you wanted to do was figure out what bus was yours.
“Kimi, calm the fuck down!” Kentaro groaned. “I’m busy here. I’ll do that later.” He said as he looked back at you. “As you were saying?” He asked, ignoring the loud woman beside him.
“I-I wanted to know which bus was for the all girls one?!” You shouted, hoping he would be able to hear your answer.
He hissed and shoved his hand at the woman, “I’m terribly sorry for her rudeness! Uhh… that bus should be—“ He yelped as the woman grabbed him from his hair before pointing to some… bus. “Third bus, to your right!” He shouted before he was brought down to the ground.
You sighed as you walked to the bus he mentioned. Third bus to your right. You entered it slowly before you stood in the middle and realized this was indeed not the right bus because there was a mix of guys and girls. Before you were able to turn back the bus driver shut the door and began to drive off. Unsure what to do, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself and cause a huge ruckus in the bus.
This shouldn’t be bad right? You were sure it shouldn’t matter if you accidentally got in the wrong bus. Maybe it was fate.
“Hey! Sit down! It’s dangerous to be standing up!” The bus driver yelled from the front as you stood there confused. Unsure where to sit, especially since there were multiple spots empty you panicked as everyone stared at you.
“W-Where to sit…?” You muttered to yourself as you continued to walk towards the back until someone grabbed you by your arm and forced you to sit down.
“Huh—“ You yelped, as you forcefully sat on the leather seat. You stared at the white haired guy who ignored the fact he helped you. “Oh, thanks I guess.” You said, cheeks pink from embarrassment.
“Ah… don’t worry. It was pathetic watching you just… stand there.” He said as he stared out the window, not caring any further.
Pathetic? How rude. You only scoffed before placing your bag in-between your legs. “God, this was going to be a long ride.” You thought to yourself.
Thinking about it, what would you tell your mother once she finds out her little plan didn’t work? ‘Sorry, they sent me to the wrong bus mom!’ She’d probably think you had done it on purpose. Well, she won’t know if she finds out.
Lost in your thoughts, you wished you sat beside the window—to stare at the view. But you only got a few glances here and there. You couldn’t lie but it was nice seeing the mountains and the lakes from there. But then your eyes drifted onto the drooling guy beside you, who was fast asleep. You weren’t sure but you assumed most of the people on this bus were fast asleep. But thinking of sleeping just made you tired. You closed your eyes for a moment in hope to take a small nap.
Hours went by before you knew it. You had your head laid against his shoulder. Now, of course there was someone who was watching this from behind. A certain rich fellow.
“Wow, why does Nagi attract all the pretty girls?” The purple haired guy said to himself out of pure spite and jealousy. “Oh, his girlfriend is so going to be pissed once she finds out her boyfriend already replaced her, lmaoo.”
The ride went on quietly. But then the ride came to an end once the bus forcefully stopped. You jumped at the sound of the bus braking. Realizing you had slept through the entire two days. Blinking multiple times, you also realized you slept on someone comfortable. You looked up at the white haired guy who was already looking at you with a tired look.
“Holy fuck! I’m so sorry.” You quickly stood up and apologized.
“No big deal. I didn’t realize it once I woke up…” He yawned as he scratched his head, not seeing the big issue.
“Oh, it is a big deal Nagi!” A voice said from behind. “What if Misa saw you all cuddled up with another girl?”
You stared at the purple haired guy. “Nagi?” You muttered softly.
“Hm?” Nagi looked at you before turning back to the other. “Reo I doubt she’ll know… plus not like I give a shit about her. Dealing with her is such a hassle. She complains when I sleep on her, why would I date someone who won’t let me be comfortable?” He sighed as he glanced at you for a moment. “Ah, do you still need something?” He asked as he stared at you.
“N-No! I’m sorry… I’ll get going.” You said, moving your arms around—face pink from embarrassment. You grabbed your bag and immediately headed to get off the bus.
“Weirdo…” Nagi said as he sighed before plopping back on the seat.
Reo laughed nervously, “Nagi… don’t be rude. She’s really pretty—especially when she’s in the sun.” He shook his head. “Maybe we could be friends with her.”
“Ah, I guess you’re right. The sun has been on her face for the entire trip… I suppose she is pretty.” He shrugged before grabbing his own bag. “I don’t mind being friends with a pretty girl.”
Reo never expected Nagi to change his mind on you immediately. This was surprising, especially the compliment.
"How embarrassing!’ You thought to yourself. Not only that but in front of two hot guys? Good job Y/n. You stood beside another group, waiting for the counselor to yell out any instructions.
“Hi! It’s great to see you all. I’d like to begin by counting you all. Please get in a straight line.” He said waiting for each and every one of you to line up. Once you all did he began counting. “2, 4, 6, 8, 10—11?” He said confusingly. “Oh dear, that shouldn’t be right.”
You froze, afraid he’d find out you weren’t supposed to be there. But thankfully the counselor decided to let it be.
“Not that there's an issue but bunking may be the actual problem.” He took a deep sigh, “Okay! Please get into equal groups—if there’s an issue with your bunk mates, please let me know before…”
Everyone seemed to be all buddy up with someone, which meant you were left alone. You stood at the side waiting for instructions. “Um… sir?” You said as all eyes faced to look at you. “I-I don't have a group.”
The counselor frowned, “Figured that'd be the issue… would anyone kindly accept this lovely lady into their group?”
“Reo, didn't you want to be friends with her…? Claim the spot before someone else does.” Nagi whispered to Reo, as Reo nervously stood there because he wasn’t the only one who agreed to be friends with her!
“Sir we—“
“WE WOULD GLADLY TAKE HER! Haha…!” Reo interrupted the other group before they got the chance to speak. “It definitely won’t be an issue with us!”
Everyone stared silently at him, judging his outburst. “Okay… guess it’s settled.” The counselor muttered. “You three could have the cabin near the lake, since it’s the biggest.”
“Thank you very, very, very much sir!” Reo smiled as he saluted.
The counselor nervously laughed and walked away. “Kids these days are weird.”
You stood there, unsure whether to walk first. “Oh, thanks for choosing me.” You said.
“No big deal, Afterall Nagi had eyes on you!” Reo said.
Your eyes widened and drifted to Nagi who stared at the sky. “Eyes… on me?”
“Reo, you’re putting words in my mouth. I just wanted to be friends with her.” Nagi sighed as he began to head to the cabin.
You and Reo stared at each other before deciding to get moving as well. “Well what did you guys come here for?” You asked Reo.
“Honestly, I just wanted to be away from home. Nagi on the other hand… his girlfriend insisted he should come because he’s constantly on his damn Nintendo switch.” He sighed, shaking his head. “So, I decided we both should attend the same place.”
“Are you two like best friends?” You asked.
“Yeah! I like to assume we are.” Reo said excitedly. “What about you?”
“Um, it’s quite complicated. My parents thought it’d be nice to distance myself from boys.”
Reo raised a brow and laughed, “Boys? But… you’re in a camp with boys.”
“Um. I got on the wrong bus.” You said.
“Ah! So you’re the extra person! Maybe this was fate?!” He said, teasing you.
“I’d gladly appreciate it if you don't shout that out… it's already embarrassing enough.” You sighed as your eyes remained on the taller one, ahead of you.
“Ah sorry!” Reo said as he rubbed his head. “Well, I hope we become good summer camp friends, huh?” He nudged you with his elbow.
“I really hope so.” You nodded.
“I’m not too sure about him though, he doesn’t like the heat. And knowing camping, it's going to be extremely hot. But at least we’re near the lake.” Reo chimed.
“Ah fuck, I didn’t bring any swim-wear.” You cursed, “You don't think I'll get in trouble if I swim in my underwear?” You asked.
This question caused Nagi to slightly glance back to what you two were talking about before opening the cabin door. Reo on the other hand looked flustered at such a question.
“Um! I’m not sure. I doubt they’d care, anything is technically swim wear if you think about it!” He said, as if he quoted something out of a book. Reo then followed behind Nagi as he also entered the cabin, while you carefully peaked inside and was immediately amazed by how neat the furniture was.
Inside the cabin included a kitchen, which was quite cool–since you were expecting to make meals outside or something. But what made you frown was the fact there were only two beds, luckily one bed seemed to be extremely bigger than the other. Oh god. What in the female main lead type of bullshit was this? Maybe they wouldn’t mind sleeping beside each other and you’d gratefully take the smaller one.
“Ah, it seems like there's two beds.” Reo said as he dropped his bag on the wooden floor. “Oh! How rude of us. What's your name?” Reo asked.
“Oh, I'm Y/n.” You replied as you also dropped your bag.
“Well Y/n, to not make you uncomfortable, you could take the smaller bed and I’d share the bigger one with Nagi.” He smiled.
“Hah?” Nagi, who had already made himself comfortable on the bigger bed, said astonished. “I have to share with you?”
Reo stuttered, trying to not take any offense from it. “Excuse me? Who else would you be sharing the bed with? I really hope you didn’t mean to share it with her now, Nagi.” Reo scoffed.
Nagi’s eyes landed back onto you, “Oh, right. Forgot she was here…” He sighed. “Sorry, hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“Don’t worry, it's settled.” You smiled nicely and picked up your bag from the floor and threw it onto your bed. “Its quite a little dirty here.” You muttered as you walked towards the kitchen and stared at a dead cockroach on the floor, then headed towards the bathroom, almost screaming from the terrifying sight. “God, I’m not living in this shit hole.” You said as you slammed the bathroom door.
“It possibly can’t be that bad–”
“It is bad Reo. I’m not letting this slide!” You insisted as you rummaged through the closet and the cabinets. Luckily you managed to find a broom and some cleaning supplies.
“Ah… are you insisting we… tidy up?” Reo nervously asked.
“Yes, we’re cleaning. Right now.” You commanded
Nagi opened one eye as he heard the word ‘clean.’ It reminded him of a certain someone he knew a while ago. One thing that terrified Nagi more was being productive, so he immediately pretended to be asleep.
“I-I don't know Y/n, maybe it's best to leave it as it is?” Reo insisted.
“What? Have you never cleaned?” You asked, raising a brow as you held onto the broom.
“How rude to ask me that!” He paused before continuing. “But, I haven’t. I usually let the maids do it.” He said shamelessly as he examined the spray bottle.
“Oh so you’re a rich kid? Figured. Well starting today you’re going to use your own arms and legs to clean—and I won’t take no for an answer!” You threatened.
“Yes ma’am.” His voice died as he began to laugh manically in his head. Not once in his life has he been forced to clean, and it was irritating him a lot. He then turned to Nagi who was laying there like some princess. Reo walked towards Nagi and grabbed him tightly from his shoulder. “Nagi… we know you’re not fooling anyone. Get the fuck up. If im doing this then you’re doing this—we all know i’m the one who should be laying like some princess.” He said under his breath, glaring at Nagi.
Nagi on the other hand felt true fear. He slowly turned towards Reo with a terrified look, as he nodded. Now, the three of you worked your ass off to get this cabin nice and clean. You found it relieving, well for the most part because the other two were clearly pissed and bored off their mind. But they couldn’t refuse—who knew you’d probably kill them and hide their bodies somewhere lmao.
It was quite odd for three people to spend their first days cleaning a cabin, especially since everyone else was outside doing activities or out exploring. After an hour or so, the cabin was now spotless and capable of living in.
“Wow guys, we did such an amazing job.” You said eagerly, completely ignoring the two bodies on the ground who sighed in exhaustion.
“Save… yourself Nagi—” Reo said before his soul left his body. But it was also too late for Nagi because he was gone.
You shook your head in disappointment. “You both are so dramatic, how about we take a swim near the lake under the bridge?” You asked. Reo stood up relieved, while Nagi sat up straight.
“Lake!? Hell yeah!” Reo shouted.
“Lake? Isn’t that… far?” He sighed as he rubbed his head.
“Nagi, it's only like half a mile.” You muttered.
Nagi groaned as he stared at the bed, wishing to sleep. “Whatever.”
“Oh hell yeah, lake here we come!” Reo shouted as he technically ripped his clothes off and had a pair of swim shorts prepared beneath his normal clothes. The swim trunks were a bright purple, well, that says a lot about him.
“Well at least we know someone is prepared.” You said before you threw your shirt off and took your jean shorts off, throwing them on the bed. You did mention earlier how you never brought swim wear.
“A-Ah! Y/n! You can’t just do that!” Reo shouted as he covered his face that was all pink.
You scoffed, “Okay suddenly it's wrong when a girl does it huh? You’re acting stupid, it's not like I'm naked.” You punched Reo on his arm.
Reo swung his arm around, insisting you to back away. “Get away! Nagi back me up here!” He shouted. But Nagi was in another world as he stared at your figure. Okay, but why was it a huge deal? He had a lot of magazines filled with girls, so did it shock him that much to see something like this in person?
“Nagi? Hello? Earth to Nagi?” Reo said as he waved his hands in front of Nagi’s face. Nagi immediately zoned back in before standing up to take off his shirt and just remain in some regular shorts.
“Stop making a fuss Reo, let's just hurry before it gets late…” He muttered as he walked past you, not wanting to make eye contact.
“O–Kay…!” Reo said as he looked at you awkwardly before following. You then followed behind the two, holding three towels because it seemed neither of them remembered to bring them.
The walk wasn’t far in your opinion but surprisingly the other two kept up with you pretty well, it wasn’t difficult to find the direction to the bridge. Afterall, it was the path near your cabin. So much for it being ‘close.’ By the time you three knew it, you arrived at the bridge.
“Pretty empty, no?” You said, as you looked down from the bridge.
“Guess so, but hey! That's better for the three of us because that means we have the entire area for ourselves.” Reo said as he stood on the edge of the bridge.
“Reo is going to die.” Nagi blurted out.
“Nagi! Don't say that!” You said, but in reality you agreed. “Reo, be careful you’re going to fall!”
“Hey, even if I do—I’ll land straight into the water.” Reo said as he walked recklessly on the edge. “See, perfectly fine! Oh shit–” He said as he lost his balance.
“Reeoo!” You shouted as you lunged on the edge and grabbed Reo with his leg as he dangled off. “Are you stupid!?” You said, slowly slipping off the edge.
“Y/n! Just let go! It wont be safe if you go down with me!” Reo exclaimed, “It’s not like I'm going to die!”
You figured he was right, it was pretty stupid to continue to hold on to him but you still weren’t sure. “Nagi, help me pull this idiot up.” You whimpered as your feet slowly left the wooden floor.
Nagi was too busy staring at a dragonfly that flew around his head to listen. “So annoying…”
Before you knew it the weight of Reo pulled you down, which led you to scream Nagi’s name. “Naaagiiiii!!” You shouted as you began to fall.
Nagi’s attention shifted onto the situation. Once you yelled his name, he immediately grabbed onto your leg but Nagi forgot to hold onto the edge which led him to fall down with you two. Yours and Reo’s shouts echoed down to the bottom, while Nagi completely accepted his fate and closed his eyes as a tear strolled down his cheek. Then followed a huge splash. A few seconds later the three of you rose towards the surface with loud gasps. Reo’s body completely floated up fully like a dead fish.
“Holy fuck!” You said as you wiped the water out your eyes, looking at Reo’s body spinning in a circle. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea that we all fell on Reo…” You said.
Nagi shook his head, water droplets hitting your face. “I’ll tell his parents he passed away peacfully… I could finally use his money for my video games.”
Reo’s body immediately jolted back to life once he heard that comment. “I always knew you were fake.”
You laughed at the comment, which made Nagi stare at you. He genuinely never saw someone so full of life.
“Well, since we’re in the water now, let's play mermaids!” You insisted.
“Mermaids? Can I just be the manatee?” Nagi muttered as he let his body float.
You rolled your eyes, “I guess. Reo can be the shark!”
“Me? A shark?” Reo scoffed as he ran his hand through his wet hair. “I think I should be the mermaid and you could be… the mermaid's servant.”
“Oh you little shit.” You said under your breath as you began to swim to Reo while he laughed while swimming away—Nagi still was floating on his back not caring.
The three of you spent hours in the water till sunset, it got dark pretty quick so you figured to hurry up before you all got lost. By the time you three arrived, it was extremely dark around the camp area, you all rushed into your cabin to dry up and get changed.
Later, Reo then somehow convinced you two to stay up and watch a horror movie.
“A movie… this late?” You said, running your hand through your blown dried hair.
“Cmon, dont be a party pooper. It wouldn’t hurt to watch ONE movie.” He said as he held onto the remote.
Nagi, who was slowly dozing off, sat on the bed; back pressed on the wall. “Mm…”
“I doubt he even wants to watch it.” You said, sighing.
Nagi then threw a pillow at Nagi to wake him up. “I don't know, he seems fine to me.” He said as Nagi jumped and then yawned.
“A movie…? I don’t care.” Nagi said softly.
You rolled your eyes and sat next to Nagi, “Lets watch it from here then.” You said, as Reo smiled before also sitting next to you. But not even half ways through the movie the two of them fell asleep–snores filling the room. You stared at the TV completely annoyed, Reo’s body then rolled off the bed and onto the ground. You gasped at the sight, questioning if you should wake him up, but before you could do so, Nagi’s entire body laid on your lap which made it troubling to tell Reo. You tried to push Nagi off without waking him up but he only groaned and wrapped his arms around you.
“N-Nagi—“ You whispered loudly, blushing, trying to push him off but it was no use. Was this really how you were going to stay for the entire night? You stared at Nagi’s sleeping face and admired each feature. You then removed a piece of his hair out of his face then realized how weird you were acting. Quickly keeping your hands to yourself you hit the back of the pillow and laid flat and sighed. You then turned off the TV and slowly drifted to sleep.
At first you still weren’t completely used to living with two boys you accidentally met less than twenty-four hours ago, but you’re slowly realizing that they're nowhere near as weird as you’d originally thought. If anything, they're both idiots in completely different ways.
But the next morning, breakfast began earlier than you’d like, especially considering you barely slept after Reo somehow convinced you two to watch a movie long after lights out. But by the time the counselors started knocking on cabin doors, you were barely able to keep one eye open as you lazily followed the smell of food toward the dining hall, only to find Nagi already sitting at one of the tables with his hood pulled over his head. You hoped things weren’t going to be awkward since he technically was all cuddled up with you last night.
You quietly sat beside him without saying anything, earning a confused look from Reo as he arrived moments later carrying three trays of food.
"I figured neither of you would've grabbed breakfast yourselves," he says proudly before setting everything down.
You and Nagi stare at the gray lump sitting in the middle of the plate. "...What is that?"
"Oatmeal," Reo answers.
You poked the meal with your spoon, cringing at the sight. "This is not fucking Oatmeal. It looks so... depressed."
Reo snorts so loudly that several campers glance toward their table, while Nagi simply looks down at his own bowl before shrugging.
“No, Nagi! Don’t eat it! You’ll die!” A laugh escapes before you can stop yourself. This caused Nagi to glance over for a brief second.
After breakfast, the counselors divided everyone into teams for a scavenger hunt around the campgrounds. Naturally, Reo immediately treats it like some million-dollar competition despite the grand prize being nothing more than extra dessert after dinner. "We're winning this," he declares confidently.
You raised an eyebrow, "...You're taking this way too seriously."
"You don't understand. It's about the principle." Reo said.
"But," Nagi mutters as he shoves the map into Reo's hands. "Its also about the cheesecake.”
"I guess dude." Reo said confusingly.
Before long, the three of you wandered into the forest with absolutely no idea where you’re going. Reo insisted he knew how to read the map despite holding it upside down for nearly five minutes before you pointed it out. "...You've had it upside down this entire time."
"No, I haven't." Reo said, stressing out.
You grabbed the map and pointed directly at the area. "Ninety degrees isn't the correct direction, Reo!”
"I was just… testing you." Reo pouted as he snatched it from you.
Nagi watches the argument for a few seconds before quietly sitting down against the nearest tree. "I'm tired."
"We've been walking for fifteen minutes." Reo said.
"Fifteen minutes is a lot." Nagi sighed.
You stared at him in disbelief. "You can't seriously be taking a break already." Instead of dragging him back to his feet, you simply sat beside him while Reo continued wandering around the trail searching for clues that probably aren't even there anymore.
You had always been around people who believed conversations needed to be filled every second, but sitting next to Nagi was different. You both simply watched the trees sway overhead while distant voices echo throughout the forest.Eventually you broke the silence. "So..."
"Hm?" He hummed.
"Do you actually like camping?" You asked.
Nagi thought for a moment. "...Not really."
You looked at him confused. "Then why'd you come—besides the fact your girlfriend and Reo insisted?"
"Thats technically it. I mean, I didn’t care that Reo suggested I should go but my girlfriend signed me up without even letting me answer." He said.
This made you blink. "...Seriously?"
"She said it'd be good for me." He groaned as he stretched his legs outwards.
"And?" You paused before continuing. “Has anything changed?”
"I'm still waiting." He stared at the ground, eyes low.
This made you laugh again. "You know... I kind of expected your girlfriend to at least be here with you. Since it was kinda her idea too"
"She told me she doesn't like bugs." Nagi replied.
"...That's it?" You wanted to at least believe there was another genuine reason.
"She also said I'd probably embarrass her."
The smile on your face slowly faded away. "That's... kind of mean."
Nagi shrugged as if it's the most normal thing in the world. "She says stuff like that."
"...Doesn't it bother you?" You said out of concern.
"I don't know." He genuinely doesn't since he's become so used to hearing comments like that that they've stopped sounding strange.
You quietly looked down at the dirt beneath your shoes. "I think it'd bother me if my partner said that to me.."
He glances toward her before muttering, "I know you wouldn't say stuff like that."
"Huh?" You looked at him with confusion.
"You don't… um, get embarrassed about me." Nagi continued
"...Should I?" You joked.
"I'd rather you didn't." He said as he looked at you with a frown.
You only smiled at his puppy face. "I wasn't planning on it either way."
Neither of you noticed how naturally the conversation keeps going after that. Somehow you’d move from talking about camp to favorite snacks, then terrible movies, then games they'd wasted entire weekends playing. At some point Reo finally returns after getting completely lost himself, only to find the two of them still sitting beneath the same tree exactly where he'd left them. "...You guys have literally been here this whole time?"
You pointed towards Nagi. "Well, he refused to move."
"I was conserving energy." Nagi said.
"And for what?" Reo crossed his arms.
He paused as if he thought of a good answer. "...Walking later?”
Reo sighs dramatically. "I've been blessed with not one but two idiots."
"We're not the ones who held the map upside down." You threw a rock at Reo’s face.
Reo raised his arm to protect his beautiful face, “Ow! I said it was a test!"
"It wast, you’re a liar!” You said throwing another.
Later that evening, everyone gathered around the campfire after dinner. Campers crowded around the flames with sticks full of marshmallows while counselors tell stories that aren't nearly as scary as they think they are.
You carefully turn your marshmallow over the fire until it's perfectly golden. Just as you’re about to take a bite, it disappeared. You slowly turned your head to see Nagi chewing it "...Did you just steal my marshmallow?"
He swallowed. "...Yeah."
"You couldn't make your own?" You said as you glared at him.
"I didn't want to." He said softly, mouth filled with marshmallows.
You stared at him for several long seconds before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "You're unbelievable."
"Can I have another?" Nagi asked but you just stayed quiet. "...Worth asking."
Instead of getting annoyed, you laughed and handed him another marshmallow. "Fine. But you're making this one yourself."
He looks down at the uncooked marshmallow in his hand before looking back at you. "...Can you make it?"
You rolled your eyes. "Oh my god." You groaned.
Now came Monday, oh how amazing that was. Instead of waking up because the counselors knocked on the cabin door, you woke up because somebody was arguing. Who the fuck argues this early?
"...You're literally back in." Reo said
"I'm not." Nagi argued.
"You've been awake for five minutes, Nagi." Reo sighed as he shook his head. “Get the fuck up!”
"So–"
Reo interrupted. "So why are you already back in bed!?"
"I got tired." He yawned.
You slowly opened one eye only to see Reo standing at the foot of Nagi's bunk with his arms crossed while Nagi had somehow crawled back underneath his blanket despite breakfast being in fifteen minutes. Luckily, you slept alone this time. Which meant his problem wasn’t yours.
"Nagi." Reo called.
"...Hm?"
Reo looked like he's about to lose his shit. Which made you bury your face into your pillow to hide your laugh. You didn’t realize you were smiling until Reo pointed directly at you. "You too! Get the fuck up."
“I-I didn't even say anything!” You snorted, hiding under the covers. “You sound insane.”
Reo growled as he stood there like an upset mother. “You don't know how it feels to live with him everyday!”
By the time the three of them finally reach breakfast, they're among the last campers to arrive. The counselors don't look particularly happy about it, but after hearing Reo explain—very dramatically—that dragging Nagi out of bed was extremely difficult they decided not to question it.
The rest of breakfast passes the same way it had the day before. Reo complains about the food despite eating every bite.
That morning's activity was canoeing. The counselors paired everyone off before anyone got to choose, leaving Reo with another camper while you and Nagi were handed a canoe together.
Reo immediately protests. "No, no. He's gonna make her do all the work."
Nagi didn’t even bother denying it either. "I probably will."
You sighed dramatically before muttering an "It's fine, I'll survive." You should have known you were immediately going to regret those words because the second the canoe touched the water, it was obvious neither of you knew what you were doing.
"Nagi." You said.
"Hm?" He hummed, as he took up the majority of the space.
"We're spinning!” You shouted as you gripped on each side of the canoe.
"I noticed." He muttered, clearly not giving a shit.
"...Shouldn't we stop spinning?!" You panicked.
He sighed, "...Probably."
Neither of you moved, then the canoe completed another slow circle.
"Nagi!” You said in a panicking voice. "I think we're going backwards."
He glances over his shoulder. "...We are." He looked at the paddle, "...Should we fix it?" Then at her.
You laughed nervously, unsure if you should trust him. Too distracted in your own thoughts, you accidentally dropped one end of your paddle into the water. "Oh my god."
"What?" Nagi asked as he continued to move his arms forward to get the canoe moving forward but it only continued to move backwards.
"You're actually useless." You sighed as you just sat there. Somehow, after nearly fifteen minutes of arguing over which direction they were facing, they managed to ram directly into Reo's canoe.
"What are you DOING?" Reo shouted, as he stood from his canoe.
"I don't know!" You said. “I lost the other paddle so Nagi is doing everything.”
Reo began to reach to your guy’s canoe to help. “Nagi, give me the fucking paddle.”
Nagi only looked at him as he continued to row. “No.”
“Nagi. Give it to me.” Reo said through his teeth as he forced himself onto Nagi.
You only stared in disbelief as you saw Reo reach over to your Canoe while his legs were still on his. You could see his canoe drift and tilt slowly.
“Guys…” You muttered. “Guys!” You said again before Reo’s canoe tilted upside down, leaving half of his body in the deep water. “Reo, don’t hold on! You’re going to make us fall in!” You shouted but it was too late. The collision tips every single one of them into the lake which the counselors rushed over expecting something serious had happened.
Instead, you resurfaced back to the surface with laughter. Coughing out the water you had swallowed. Then followed the other two, as they coughed out the water.
“Nagi, this was your fault!” Reo immediately started accusing Nagi of this accident.
Nagi simply floats on his back, completely expressionless. "No one told you to hang onto our canoe..."
“Oh fuck you.” Reo muttered before attempting to drown Nagi.
The three of them spent the next several minutes splashing each other until a counselor finally whistled at them to knock it off. As they climb back onto the dock, Nagi catches himself staring at you. The way your eyes scrunch up when you laugh makes him realize he hasn't heard someone laugh like that around him in a long time. It's… nice. But realizing he’s being weird, he immediately looks away.
The afternoon was mostly free time. Some campers decided to play volleyball while others wander around the trails or head back toward the cabins. Reo disappeared after hearing there's apparently a basketball contest hidden somewhere near the main lodge, leaving you and Nagi sitting beneath one of the large oak trees overlooking the lake.
Neither of you said much, but eventually you pulled out a deck of cards from the pockets of your hoodie. "Wanna play?"
"Seriously?" He groaned.
"You literally just have to use your hands." You said.
"I guess." He said as he sat at lunch.
You decided to teach him a simple card game your dad used to play with you whenever the power went out at home. Nagi surprisingly lost multiple times, you couldn’t say he was bad, it was just because he stopped paying attention halfways through each round.
"You’re not even paying attention." You sighed as you placed your cards on the ground.
"I keep getting distracted." Nagi said as his eyes followed something.
You rolled your eyes. "By what?"
"A squirrel." He muttered before focusing back onto you "It kept climbing that tree."
Without thinking, you reached over and brushed a tiny leaf out of his messy white hair. The movement is so natural that neither of you reacted at first. You then froze. "...Sorry."
"Hm?" He hummed.
"There was... never mind." You said embarrassingly.
He absentmindedly touched where you brushed his hair before shrugging. "...Thanks."
That evening, after everyone finished dinner the counselors decided to host a game of capture the flag. Of course, Reo treated it like an Olympic event. Within five minutes, Reo had somehow convinced you to sprint across the field while he created a distraction. You barely make it halfway before tripping over a tree root, collapsing into the grass with a groan.
You huffed as you looked up to make sure no one had seen that. "Oh, come on."
"Are you alive?" Reo shouts as he comes running to you.
"I think so!" Before you could stand, a hand appeared in front of you.
You looked up to see Nagi. How did he get here so fast? "...Thanks."
He pulls you to your feet before dusting a few blades of grass off your sleeve. "You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." You smiled. "I've fallen in front of people before. No biggie.”
"That's... concerning." Nagi muttered.
"It happens more than you'd think." You tried to convince him.
Tuesday morning came much easier than the previous two days. Maybe it was because you had finally gotten used to sleeping on a mattress that felt like it had been stolen from a prison. Either way, waking up to the sound of Reo complaining had somehow become part of your morning routine.
"...I seriously don't understand how someone can sleep this much." He said..
You slowly blinked your eyes open before lifting your head off the pillow. Across the room, Reo stood with both hands planted on his hips while glaring at the larger bed.
Nagi hadn't moved an inch. The blanket was pulled over his head, and from where you were laying, you genuinely couldn't tell if he was still asleep or simply pretending.
"You know he's ignoring you, right?" You mumbled, rubbing one of your eyes.
"I know he's ignoring me," Reo sighed dramatically. "I'm choosing to believe he'll eventually feel guilty."
Nagi's muffled voice came from underneath the blanket. "I don't."
Reo stared at the lump beneath the covers for several long seconds before slowly looking toward you. You couldn't help but laugh as you pushed yourself off the bed, stretching your arms over your head before walking toward the kitchen. The cabin had already started feeling lived in compared to when the three of you first arrived. Yesterday's wet towels were hanging outside to dry, someone's shoes had been abandoned near the front door, and a deck of cards still sat on the coffee table exactly where the three of you had left them the night before.
You opened one of the cabinets before letting out a disappointed sigh. "We're almost out of cereal."
Reo immediately walked over. "What? Already?" Reo said as he turned to the only suspect. "Nagi." Reo called.
"...I only had four bowls." Nagi said.
You slowly turned toward him. "...Four?"
Nagi shifted on the bed. "I was hungry."
Reo pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why I'm surprised anymore."
"You should've hidden it." Nagi argued.
"I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO HIDE CEREAL." Reo shouted as he yanked the covers off of Nagi.
You leaned against the counter, laughing quietly to yourself while watching the two argue over something so unbelievably stupid that it almost didn't feel real. If someone had told you a week ago that you'd be standing in a cabin listening to two boys argue over cereal, you probably would've laughed in their face.
Not long after breakfast, everyone gathered near the center of camp where today's activities were being explained. The counselors stood near a large wooden board covered with maps while teenagers slowly gathered around, some still carrying half-eaten breakfast sandwiches in their hands.
One of the counselors clapped loudly to get everyone's attention. "Today's activities are split into two groups! Half of you will be heading out for the hiking trail, while everyone else will be participating in the low ropes course. After lunch, you'll switch!"
Several campers immediately groaned.
"Hiking?" Reo muttered. "I thought this was supposed to be summer camp, not military training."
"Aren’t you athletic," you pointed out.
"Yeah, but what's your point?" Reo asked.
"That's... you should have gotten used to this."
"It's different." Reo said as he stood straight.
Nagi looked toward the trail disappearing into the forest before quietly sighing. "...Too many trees."
You stared at him. "Well, yes. We’re near a forest.”
The hiking trail itself wasn't particularly difficult. It mostly consisted of dirt paths winding between tall pine trees while counselors occasionally stopped to point out different plants or wildlife. Most campers walked in groups, talking amongst themselves as they made their way uphill.
Without realizing it, you had somehow ended up walking between Reo and Nagi. Every now and then Reo would wander ahead to talk to another camper before eventually jogging back to the two of you as though he'd forgotten where he belonged.
"You know," he suddenly said, pointing toward a large rock near the path, "I bet I could climb that."
You looked at the rock. "Okay but why?"
Nagi answered before Reo could. "Attention."
Reo gasped dramatically. "I do not crave attention."
"Ninety percent of your personality is craving attention." Nagi said."
You laughed so hard that you accidentally stumbled over another fucking tree root. Before you could catch yourself, someone lightly grabbed the sleeve of your hoodie.
"...Thanks." You said.
"Watch where you're walking." He simply nodded before continuing forward as though nothing had happened.
By lunchtime, everyone had returned to the main campgrounds. The counselors handed out sandwiches before allowing everyone nearly an hour of free time before the afternoon activities began. Most campers immediately ran toward the lake and others started a volleyball game.
You sat beneath one of the trees with your lunch balanced on your knees while absentmindedly picking at your chips. Nagi quietly sat down beside you.
"You're surprisingly easy to be around." You said, munching on your chips.
He looked at you. "Is that a compliment?"
"I think so." You answered. "At first I thought you’d be some type of asshole.."
"What?" Nagi said quickly.
You let out a small laugh, “Nothing.”
Another comfortable silence settled between the two of you before he quietly reached into his pocket. "...Here."
You frowned. "What?"
He held out a small packet of gummies. "You kept looking at them during breakfast."
You blinked. "You... saw?"
He looked away, "Yeah, it seemed like you probably wanted them."
"Nagi." You said after elbowing him. “You're weird. But... thank you."
He shrugged. "No big deal." To him, it genuinely wasn't. But to you it was strangely thoughtful. Someone had actually remembered something so small about you. You weren't sure why that made your chest feel warm. Maybe you were just reading too much into it, so you quietly accepted the candy before convincing yourself not to think about it anymore.
Looking at the area, most of the campers scattered the second they were done with lunch, some sprinting toward the lake while others immediately claimed the picnic tables closest to the shade. You, however, decided absolutely no intention of sitting around dozens of loud teenagers while trying to eat. A gentle breeze drifted through the trees, carrying the sound of distant laughter and counselors yelling at someone to stop climbing onto the dock.
A few minutes later, Reo came jogging back toward the two of you carrying three ice creams he'd somehow convinced one of the counselors to hand over.
"There you guys are!" he called out. "Seriously, every time I turn around, you two disappear together."
You and Nagi looked at each other for half a second.
"...Do we?" You asked.
"I don't know," Nagi answered honestly.
Reo sighed dramatically. "You've done it like... four times already."
The next day had gone by so fast. For the first time since arriving at camp, you woke up before either of the boys. The cabin was surprisingly quiet. No Reo complaining, no Nagi pretending to be dead… Just the faint chirping of birds outside and the occasional sound of waves gently hitting the shore.
"...Weird." You sat up slowly before looking across the room. Reo was somehow sleeping diagonally across the bed, practically hanging off the edge because Nagi took up most of the space.
Speaking of Nagi, he looked exactly the same as he had every other morning. Blanket pulled halfway over his face, one arm hanging off the mattress, and completely motionless.
You stared at him for a few seconds. "...Is he breathing?"
Curiosity got the better of you. Quietly climbing out of bed, you walked over before crouching beside him. "...Nagi?" Silence followed afterwards. "...Nagi." Still nothing. You frowned before carefully poking his shoulder, and yet there was still nothing. "Okay that's actually concerning."
Leaning down slightly, you held the back of your hand beneath his nose. A warm breath brushed against your skin. You sighed in relief. "Oh thank god."
"...What're you doing?" He asked, eyes still closed.
You nearly screamed as your entire body jerked backward before you lost your balance, landing flat on your back with a loud thud. "Ow!"
Nagi lazily opened one eye. "I was breathing."
"You looked dead!" You argued, looking all flustered.
"I get that a lot." Nagi said as he turned to look at Reo who was still asleep beside him.
"You couldn't have said something before I embarrassed myself?" You mumbled, finally getting up
"I wanted to see what you'd do." He yawned.
You stared at him in disbelief. "...You're actually evil."
"Mhm." He closed his eyes again. "I appreciate it though."
From the other side of the bed came an exhausted groan. "...Can you guys be quiet..." Reo slowly pulled the blanket over his face. "...Some people are trying to sleep."
You and Nagi looked at each other. Then simultaneously looked at the clock hanging above the door. It was almost ten.
You blinked. "...Breakfast definitely ended."
Reo sat bolt upright. "WHAT?"
After getting scolded by one of the counselors for oversleeping, the three of you were handed whatever food had been left over from breakfast before being sent toward the main field where today's activities had already begun.
Unlike the previous few days, today wasn't centered around one event. Instead, different stations had been set up all across camp.
Archery, volleyball, bracelet making, fishing, painting, even a small stand where campers could rent bikes for an hour.
"Finally," Reo sighed dramatically as he looked around. "Freedom."
One of the counselors overheard him. "It's called scheduled free time Mikage!”
"It's freedom!” He shouted back. The counselor only shook her head and muttered something under her breath.
You couldn't help but laugh. "This actually looks fun."
Reo immediately grabbed both you and Nagi by the wrists. "Okay! Rule number one."
"Are there rules?" You asked, confusingly.
Reo smiled brightly. "There are now!"
He pointed dramatically toward the field. "We split up for one hour."
"What?" You asked again.
"You heard me." Reo said.
"...Why?" Nagi mumbled.
"Because if we spend every second together, we'll have nothing to talk about later." Reo stated.
Nagi rolled his eyes and looked around before saying, "...That doesn't make any sense."
"Nagi I makes perfect sense.” Reo claimed.
"No it doesn't." Nagi pointed out.
Before either of them could argue any further, Reo shoved the camp map into your hands before sprinting toward the bike rental stand. "I'M GOING BIKING!"
"...He's gone." Nagi scratched the back of his head.
The two of you stood there in silence watching him disappear. Eventually you looked over to Nagi. "So..."
"So." He repeated.
"...What do you wanna do?" You sighed
Nagi looked around. "...Something that doesn't involve running."
"I guess bro." You joked.
The two of you wandered around camp with absolutely no destination in mind. Every now and then you'd stop to watch another activity before continuing along the dirt paths that connected each area together. At one point, you passed the arts and crafts cabin where several campers were painting small wooden birdhouses.
You paused. "Wait."
"Hm?" Nagi hummed.
"I wanna do that." You decided.
Nagi looked inside. "Why?"
"Because they're cute?" You added.
"--They're birdhouses."
"No more from you." You warned as you grabbed his wrist before he could continue walking. "C'mon."
Nagi allowed himself to get dragged. "I don't know how to paint." He admitted. "...Seems difficult."
"It literally isn't." You scoffed.
"You'd be surprised." Nagi shrugged.
Five minutes later the two of you sat beside each other at one of the long tables covered in paint. Yours already had flowers beginning to take shape and Nagi's was completely white.
"You haven't painted anything." You said as you wiped your palms against the table.
"I'm thinking of what to paint.” Nagi lied as he played with the paint brushes.
"You've been thinking for ten minutes." You added. "What could you possibly be thinking about?"
"...Colors." He said.
You bursted into laughter. "You don't know what color to use?"
"There are too many." He replied as he stared off into the distance.
Shaking your head, you dipped your brush into a container of blue paint before gently drawing one small stripe across the roof of his birdhouse. "There."
"...You painted it?" He asked.
"I got you started."
He stared at the blue line for several seconds. "...Looks nice."
"It would look nicer if you actually finished it." You said, pointing out.
"You've been hanging around Reo too much, always making me do things." He pointed out as he touched the wet paint.
"Wow, okay." You said, as you rolled your eyes.
By the time the two of you finished, yours and his hands were covered in little spots of paint.
Nagi quietly stared at your face."...You have paint."
"Hm?" You hummed as you touched your face with your clean finger. You ended up rubbing the wrong spot.
"No." He said.
"...Here?" You questioned, based on his expression it seemed you weren’t getting the right spot. You frowned. "I'm trying."
Before you could smear even more paint across your face, he reached over. His thumb lightly brushed against your cheek before pulling away. "There."
You completely froze and he looked at the blue paint now covering his thumb. "Got it."
He simply wiped the paint onto a napkin as though nothing unusual had happened.
Your heart was beating much faster than it probably should've been. You immediately looked away before he could notice. 'He's just being nice.' You told yourself. 'He literally has a girlfriend.' So why did your stomach feel all weird?
After lunch, you finally found Reo again. He was sitting on a bench eating shaved ice while somehow talking to three different campers at once. "There you guys are!" He said excitedly, “I made some friends. Reo looked between the two of you before smiling to himself. "You know..."
"What?" You asked.
"I leave you alone for one hour and yet somehow you're still together."
You blinked. "We just..." You looked toward Nagi. "Didn’t know what to do, so we stayed by each other.."
Nagi nodded, not seeing the big deal Reo was trying to make. "Mhm."
The rest of the afternoon was spent chatting with Reo’s new friends. It wasn’t until Nagi got bored and fell asleep on the bench. Reo had to excuse himself early to take Nagi back to the cabin. You followed behind them both into the cabin and laid on your bed before falling asleep.
The next morning you, Reo, and Nagi sat in the dining hall. Teenagers ran between cabins with towels draped over their shoulders and counselors shouted schedules from the main lodge. You weren't entirely sure what it was until one of the counselors casually mentioned it during breakfast. "Tomorrow's our last full day, everyone! Make sure to enjoy yourselves before heading home on Friday afternoon."
The dining hall immediately filled with a mixture of cheers and disappointed groans. Some campers looked excited to finally sleep in their own beds again. Others already looked upset that camp was almost over. While you quietly stared down at your tray. "...Already?"
Across from you, Reo let out an exaggerated gasp. "No way."
"What?" You asked.
"We've literally been here forever." Reo claimed excitedly.
"It's only been a few days." You added.
"It felt like a month." Reo grunted.
Nagi lazily stabbed at his eggs with a plastic fork. "...Time's annoying. It goes too fast when you're having fun."
You and Reo slowly turned to look at him.
Nagi frowned. "What?"
"You just admitted you're having fun!" You and Reo said at the same time. You laughed quietly into your drink while Nagi simply sighed, clearly regretting speaking in the first place.
The morning activity was announced shortly after breakfast. It was a relay challenge. Just a series of ridiculous games scattered around camp where teams earned points by completing different tasks. One station involved carrying buckets of water without spilling them. Another had campers attempting to walk across wooden planks tied to their feet. One even required blindfolding a teammate while another person shouted directions.
Reo's eyes practically sparkled. "Oh, we're winning this."
"We're absolutely not," you answered.
"We have me." Reo chimed.
"We also have Nagi." You added.
Nagi raised one hand. "I'd like everyone to lower their expectations."
The first few games went about as well as expected. Reo tried way too hard and you somehow kept getting distracted. Nagi contributed the bare minimum while somehow still succeeding. By the time everyone reached the blindfold challenge, your team was somehow sitting in third place.
The counselor smiled. "Okay! One person wears the blindfold while another guides them through the course."
Before anyone could volunteer Reo shoved the blindfold into your hands. "You trust me, right?"
You slowly looked at him. "...Not even a little."
"What?" He looked at you with confusion.
You stared at Reo for a moment, "You'd absolutely walk me into a tree."
"I would never!" He gasped.
The counselor looked toward Nagi. "Looks like you're guiding her."
"Hm." Nodded his head in agreement.
You carefully tied the blindfold around your eyes before immediately realizing how much you hated not being able to see. "Okay..." you muttered nervously. "I'm ready."
"How can you trust him, but not me!?" Reo asked.
The whistle blew and you cautiously took one step forward. "Nagi? Where am I going?"
"Forward." He said.
"...That's not helpful." You replied as your arms stayed in the arm.
"Sorry." There was a short pause. "Three steps."
You followed his instruction, they were surprisingly calm. Whenever you hesitated, he'd simply repeat himself without sounding annoyed. By the time you reached the end of the course, the counselor clapped. "Great job!"
You pulled the blindfold off before blinking against the sunlight. "That wasn't so bad."
"You almost walked into a bush," Reo informed you.
"...What?"
"He’s lying." Nagi said.
After lunch, everyone was given nearly two hours of free time. Some campers immediately headed back toward the lake while others started another volleyball game near the field. Reo disappeared the second someone challenged him to basketball.
Leaving just the two of you again. You honestly weren't even surprised anymore.
"You know..." you said while slowly walking along the dock. "I think Reo's trying to get rid of us."
Nagi looked over. "Probably."
"You don't mind?" You said looking at him.
He shrugged."...Not really."
The wooden dock creaked beneath your feet as you reached the very end, where the water reflected the afternoon sun like tiny pieces of glass. You sat down first, letting your legs dangle over the edge. Nagi sat afterwards.
"...Can I ask you something?" You mumbled, staring at the water.
"What is it?" He insisted.
"Do you think we'll all stay friends after camp?"
Nagi didn't answer immediately. Instead, he watched the ripples spreading across the lake after someone jumped from the bridge in the distance. "I think so."
"...Really? Even when we all go home?" You added.
"...Yeah." He finally said.
You smiled to yourself and another quiet moment passed. "I don't really have a lot of friends." The words slipped out before you could stop them. "...Actually," you corrected yourself with a small laugh, "I have friends." You looked down at the water. "I just never really keep people around for very long."
"I get attached too easily. I always think people are gonna stay." Your laugh came out quieter this time. "But they usually don't and I learnt that the hard way.”
He looked at you. "...I'll stay."
You blinked. "...Huh?"
"As your friend." He said it so matter-of-factly that it almost sounded obvious. "You don't seem... difficult to be around and I don't mind talking to you. Especially since you make camp less boring.”
You quickly looked away before he noticed how warm your face had suddenly become. 'Stop it.' You silently scolded yourself. 'He has a girlfriend and you're doing it again.' You hated how quickly your heart attached itself to kind people. It was exactly why your parents had sent you here in the first place. You promised yourself you wouldn't do this again. Yet here you were, sitting beside a boy who already belonged to someone else. The thought made guilt settle heavily in your stomach.
So you decided to stand up, “We should probably find Reo!”
Nagi looked up. "...Okay." He stood beside you without another question.
Neither of you mentioned the conversation again. But for the rest of the afternoon, you found yourself becoming painfully aware of it. That's all this was ever supposed to be.
Friday morning didn't begin with yelling. Or smoke filling the kitchen. Or Reo threatening to throw Nagi into the lake for refusing to wake up. You slowly opened your eyes before instinctively glancing toward the larger bed across the room. It was empty.
"...Huh?" For a brief second, panic settled in your chest. Where'd they go? You pushed yourself upright before hearing muffled voices outside the cabin window.
"...Told you she'd still be asleep." Nagi said.
"I wasn't betting against her!” Reo hissed.
"You literally said she'd wake up after us–"
"Shut it!" Reo interrupted.
Curious, you pulled the curtain aside. Just outside, Reo and Nagi sat on the small wooden steps leading up to the cabin. Reo had somehow managed to get breakfast early, balancing three paper plates across his lap, while Nagi leaned against one of the porch posts with his hood pulled over his head despite the warm morning.
You smiled to yourself. Seeing them already waiting outside made something warm settle in your chest. After quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on a hoodie, you stepped outside. "Morning."
Both boys looked over.
"There she is!" Reo grinned. "Sleeping Beauty finally decided to join us."
"I wasn't even asleep that long." You mumbled sarcastically.
Nagi quietly held out one of the paper plates. "...This one's yours."
You blinked. "...You guys got me breakfast?"
Reo looked offended. "Excuse me."
"Hm?" You hummed.
"I got you breakfast. ME.” Reo said.
Nagi nodded once. "I carried it."
You laughed before sitting beside them on the porch, accepting the slightly cold pancakes resting on the paper plate. "Thanks."
"No problem," Reo smiled.
Nagi simply nodded before taking another bite of his own breakfast.
Today's schedule was surprisingly empty. Since everyone would be leaving after lunch, the counselors decided to let campers spend the morning however they wanted. The lake was open, and so was the basketball court.
It was essentially one last chance to enjoy camp before everyone packed up. Reo stretched his arms over his head. "So..."
"What now?" you asked.
He suddenly grinned. "We do everything."
"Everything?" You asked, heart dropping.
"Everything." He repeated. "Nagi?"
"...Sounds tiring." Nagi answered.
Reo immediately wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Too bad."
The next several hours somehow turned into complete chaos. The three of you rented bikes despite Nagi insisting he'd probably crash. Well, he did like twice. The first time, he'd simply forgotten to turn and the second he'd been distracted watching a squirrel.
After bikes came volleyball. Or… what could loosely be described as volleyball.
Reo actually knew how to play, and you tried–but Nagi spent most of the game standing in roughly the correct position while occasionally hitting the ball back completely by accident.
The counselors had brought out coolers filled with sandwiches and bottled water while music quietly played from a portable speaker nearby. Groups of campers laughed together, exchanging social media accounts, promising to stay in touch after camp ended.
You watched them for a moment. "They're all exchanging numbers."
Reo looked over. "Huh."
You picked at the wrapper around your sandwich and ignored him.
That afternoon, the counselors announced one final tradition before everyone returned to their cabins to finish packing. It was a group photo and every camper gathered near the lake while counselors attempted the impossible task of getting several dozen teenagers to stand still.
You found yourself squeezed somewhere between Reo and another girl you'd met a few days earlier. Just as the counselor raised the camera—Someone lightly tugged your sleeve.
You turned and Nagi stood a few feet away."Come here."
"Hm?" You said.
"You're too far." He admitted.
You looked around. "There's no room."
"There is." He pointed toward the small gap beside him.
"...Oh."You quietly slipped through the crowd before standing next to him.
The camera flashed, capturing one final picture.
Later that evening, after packing most of your belongings, the three of you found yourselves sitting on the dock one last time. The sun hung low over the lake, painting the water shades of orange and gold. You hugged your knees against your chest. "...I'm gonna miss this place."
Reo nodded. "Me too, even the terrible food."
"The food wasn't THAT bad." You laughed.
"It absolutely was."
Nagi quietly looked out across the water. "...I'm gonna miss not having responsibilities."
You laughed. "Of course that's what you'll miss."
"...And you guys." He said afterwards.
The words came out so quietly that you almost thought you'd imagined them. You slowly turned toward him. "...Really?"
"Mhm. You've made camp..." He paused. "Better?"
Reo burst into laughter. "That is the nicest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth."
"It was?" You asked.
Nagi frowned. “Stop being weird."
You couldn't stop smiling. You wished tomorrow simply wouldn't come but you knew it would. You just weren't ready for it yet. Everyone dragged their luggage toward the buses and people were hugging goodbye.
Reo is somehow carrying three duffel bags because he insisted he was "strong enough." You were helping another camper zip their suitcase.
When the counselors began to yell at campers to get to their seats, Reo immediately threw himself into the window seat at the back of the bus.
"I get carsick." Nagi whined.
"You don't even get carsick?" Reo looked confused.
"I might–”
Reo shushed Nagi, "You've never ONCE gotten carsick."
You rolled your eyes and sat on the seat in front of Reo “You two are unbelievable."
The counselor counted over the amount of people on the bus to make sure no one was missing,
“Nagi, who are you sitting with?” Reo immediately asked.
You turned to face Reo, “With you, no?”
"He'll sleep on me." Reo shook his head.
"...Isn't that your best friend?" You asked, quite unsure. Looking at Nagi he was still unsure where to sit. “It's okay, you could sit next to me.”
The next few hours went by. Unlike the ride there, nobody was awkward anymore.
Reo keeps mumbling to himself how hot it was every thirty seconds. Eventually Reo also started to make everyone play stupid games. "If you had to eat ONE food forever."
Nagi shrugs. "...Whatever's easiest."
"...That's such a Nagi answer." Reo sighed. "What about you?"
You thought for a second. "Probably strawberries."
Reo points dramatically. "Wrong."
You turned to look at him, "There isn't a wrong answer, dumbfuck."
"There is." He proudly said "You didn't pick pizza."
"I don't even like pizza that much." You said as you scratched your head awkwardly.
"...Who ARE you?" Reo said dramatically.
It was now lunch time and the buses stopped at a small rest area. It was nothing special. All it had was just vending machines, fast food and bathrooms. You decided to buy a drink but Nagi was staring at the vending machine. "What's wrong?" You asked as you walked beside him.
"It ate my dollar." He said with a frown.
You look at the machine. "Did you press the button?"
You sighed and took his silence as an answer. "Oh my god." You pressed the button and his drink fell.
His drink falls and he crouches down to pick it up. “Thanks."
Later that evening, the sun starts setting outside. Most people were asleep, especially Reo since his snores were extremely loud. You both watched the scenery pass outside. You didn’t realize you'd been staring at Nagi until he quietly spoke. "You okay?" He asked. "You've been quiet."
"Just thinking." You mumbled as you looked down towards your hands.
"About?" He questioned further.
You sighed before giving in. "Tomorrow."
He nods. “Yeah."
Another silence followed. "I don't really wanna go home." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
"Neither do I." Nagi replied as he held onto your hand.
You smiled a little as he held onto your hand. “Really?"
"Mhm. It's kinda nice here." He said.
"You mean camp?" You tilted your head in curiosity.
"No." He answers honestly. “Us."
You blinked multiple times, confused if he was being honest. “Us?"
"You." He immediately realized how that sounded. “I mean..." He scratches the back of his neck. "...Hanging out with you and Reo."
"Oh, yeah.I liked that too." The conversation ended there with you, especially because you didn’t want to make it more awkward than it already was. Your eyelids began to feel heavier than usual, so you told yourself you'd only close your eyes for a minute, but without realizing it your head slowly leaned sideways against his shoulder.
The moment you fall asleep Nagi looked at your sleeping form, he refused to move but he knew he probably should have. His arm began to go numb–creating an uncomfortable feeling on his shoulder. If Reo woke up, he'd definitely make fun of him. But you looked peaceful, so he stayed exactly where he was.
About twenty minutes later, Nagi slowly reaches into the overhead compartment. The night is starting to get cold and he quietly decides to pull out your blanket from your backpack and carefully unfolds it to drape it over your shoulders.
The ride home had somehow gone by both incredibly fast and painfully slow. You weren't even sure when you'd fallen asleep again after resting against Nagi's shoulder the night before, but by the time you woke up, the bus had already begun slowing down as familiar streets replaced highways. The sun had barely risen and most of the campers were still asleep, their heads leaning against windows or awkwardly slumped against backpacks scattered throughout the aisle. Just the soft hum of the engine as it rolled toward the parking lot where dozens of parents were already waiting.
You slowly stretched your arms before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "We're here already?"
Reo yawned loudly from behind you two. "I would've preferred another six hours."
"You slept through half the trip though?” You said.
"A guy like me needs more than that.” He scoffed.
"I disagree." You smiled to yourself.
The bus finally came to a complete stop and everyone began to stand one at a time. Duffel bags were pulled from overhead compartments and counselors shouted reminders not to forget anything. Parents were already outside eagerly searching each bus window for familiar faces.
You couldn’t describe the scene but it was extremely chaotic.
"Watch your step!"
“Whose blue backpack is this?"
“Don't leave your trash behind!"
“I can't find my shoe!"
You laughed quietly as you reached above your head to grab your backpack. Before your fingers could reach it Nagi had already reached it for you.
"Here." He said.
"Oh." You accepted the bag from him. "Thanks."
"Mhm." He slung his own backpack over one shoulder before lazily stretching.
Reo had already started pushing toward the front of the bus. "C'mon! I wanna get off before everyone clogs the stairs."
"You literally are everyone," you called after him.
Within minutes, the three of you stepped off the bus. The morning air felt surprisingly cool after spending nearly two days inside. Parents stood everywhere, hugging their kids while others loaded luggages into their cars. Counselors tried their best to organize everyone despite the growing crowd.
The three of you simply stood there unsure where to begin first until Reo broke the silence. "Well."
"Guess this is it." You laughed softly.
Reo frowned, "Don't make it sound like we're dying." He grinned before wrapping both you and Nagi into one incredibly awkward hug.
Neither of you had enough time to react but you tried to get out of his grip. "Reo!"
"You guys are my camp best friends now, well besides Nagi since I’ve known him for a while.” He muttered awkwardly. Eventually he let go before dramatically wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "I'll allow you both to miss me."
"I would rather not." Nagi deadpanned.
Reo blinked. “You're actually the worst."
You couldn't stop laughing. God, you were really going to miss this. You reached into your hoodie pocket before freezing. Of course, your phone. How could you forget to exchange numbers? "Wait."
"Hm?" Reo looked over.
"We never um,” You glanced between the two boys. “We never exchanged numbers."
Reo laughed. "Oh my god. How did we forget?"
Nagi pulled his phone from his pocket. "Here."
Just before any of you could unlock your phones—A counselor called out from across the parking lot. "Reo Mikage!"
Reo turned around. "Huh?"
"Your driver is looking for you!" The counselor shouted.
He looked toward the opposite side of the lot where a familiar black car had already pulled up. “Seriously?"
The counselor nodded. "They've been waiting."
Reo sighed dramatically. "Give me like... two minutes!"
The counselor simply pointed toward the growing line of cars. "Now."
"...Great." He looked back toward you. "We'll do it in literally one minute."
You nodded. "Yeah."
"It's not like we're disappearing!” Reo laughed as he jogged off towards the car. Leaving just you and Nagi. You looked down at the phone still resting in Nagi's hand, you knew this was your chance to grab his number. “Guess we should actually exchange numbers this time."
"Yeah." He unlocked his phone. Before either of you could type anything— "Nagi!" The voice cut through the crowd. The voice was bright and excited.
You instinctively looked up and saw a girl was weaving her way through the parking lot toward the two of you, practically running.Before Nagi had a chance to react—She threw her arms around him. "Oh my god, I missed you!"
His phone slipped back into his pocket on instinct as he awkwardly caught himself from stumbling backward. “Hi."
She pulled away just enough to cup both of his cheeks. "I swear, this was the longest week ever."
You stood there frozen. This was extremely awkward, especially because it suddenly felt like you shouldn’t be here. You didn’t want to be rude, she was his girlfriend afterall. Of course she'd be excited to see Nagi. Of course she’d hug him from how long she’d been waiting for him.
But somehow seeing her standing right in front of you made you realize that this was never going to happen. Your eyes drifted towards Nagi, based on his expression he looked confused and surprised. Like he hadn't expected everything to happen so quickly. Yet, his attention stayed entirely on the conversation in front of him. He hadn't looked back at you yet but you knew he didn’t have a reason to. You were fully aware you were only his friend, but the thought hurt more than you wanted to admit.
You quietly tightened your grip around your backpack strap and convinced yourself it was okay and this would happen. But nothing about this was unfair, nothing about this was unexpected. You'd developed a crush on someone who was already taken.
That wasn't his fault, it wasn't hers either. So no one was to be blamed besides you. You smiled to yourself and remembered your mother was probably waiting for you.
"Guess this is goodbye." You said it so quietly that nobody heard. It was clear he was occupied at the moment, so you muttered your goodbye and left quietly. Turning around, you slowly walked toward the parking lot, weaving between families until you spotted your mother's car waiting near the exit.
She smiled the second she saw you. "There you are!"
You smiled back. "Hey, Mom."
"How was camp?" She asked.
You looked back one last time, you didn’t want to tell her that the entire time you were at camp, you got on the wrong bus. So you shrugged and decided to not mention anything that was related to Nagi and Reo. The crowd was too big now, so it didn’t matter. “It was fun!" You said, as you threw your backpack into the backseat of the car.
Your mother smiled. "I'm glad."
You climbed into the passenger seat before gently closing the door and the engine started moments later. As the car slowly pulled away you looked out the window with a frown. All they’d ever be but memories. Just… memories.
Nagi’s girlfriend was still talking, something about school. Or about how boring the week had been and about a restaurant they should go to later.
Nagi nodded automatically. Only replying with “mhm’s, yeah’s, and okay’s”
Then he felt something off. Nagi had looked around and saw you were gone. Panic grew, “Where's Y/n?" He said worryingly.
His girlfriend blinked. "Huh?"
He looked past her shoulder and toward the buses. Then toward the parking lot and the crowd, but you weren’t there. “She was just here." He said as he turned in a slow circle.
Reo suddenly jogged back over. "Okay! My driver's wai—" He stopped. "...Where's Y/n?"
Nagi looked at him. "I don't know."
"...Wasn't she with you?" Reo asked in confusion.
The two of them looked around at the growing crowd.
Reo frowned. "She probably went to find her parents."
Nagi nodded. “Probably." Still he couldn't stop looking.
Maybe she'd gotten stuck in the crowd. Maybe she was saying goodbye to someone else. Maybe—There. A car slowly rolled toward the exit and through the passenger window he caught a glimpse of her.
"Nagi?" Reo said.
Nagi didn't answer, but before he even realized what he was doing—he stepped away from his girlfriend.
"Nagi?!" She said as well.
He started walking into the crowd just to reach you in time. The walking then turned into running—people turned to look as he weaved through the crowded parking lot, narrowly avoiding rolling suitcases and families trying to load cars.
"Wait!" The word left his mouth before he'd even thought about it. The car kept moving until he reached the road just as it turned the corner. The car was now gone. You were gone.The morning suddenly felt still and he stared at the empty road for several long seconds.
Reo finally caught up beside him, breathing heavily. “Nagi, you okay…?"
Nagi didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the road you’d disappeared down.
This entire week, you had made his life more enjoyable. Nagi expected it to stay like that. Why couldn’t you be a little more patient?
hi guys! I’m sorry for taking a while to update the next part… I’m afraid to say I won’t be home until three days! I’m currently in Colorado so I don’t have much time to spend on the writing 😭😭 I’m pretty sure I should have things done by Monday! (I also needed a break from home and being on my phone for too long… so my apologies)
Thank you to those who are currently being patient:)
: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 8
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
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a/n: Ik someone wanted payback on otoya so that’ll be in the end! ily guys. ty for being extremely patient with me, I just started summer break 🥹 enjoy!! (LMAO IGNORE HOW RINS TEXTS LOOK. I MESSED UP)
Spending the entire day crying and then crying yourself to sleep definitely wasn’t healthy. You couldn’t believe he had actually played you. The worst part was that he was the one who wanted you first. Looking back on it now, the whole thing felt ridiculous.
It had been three days since then, and you had barely left your bed. Well, aside from grabbing the food you ordered through DoorDash, brushing your teeth, and showering every now and then. Surprisingly, you were still managing the bare minimum.
You hadn’t meant to ignore Sae’s messages, either. He’d been texting you almost every day, asking if you were free or checking in to see how you were doing. But you never replied and you felt guilty about it.
Sae was your best friend. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry. You sat curled up on the couch, a box of Wingstop balanced on your lap as some random movie played on the television. Your eyes were puffy, your head hurt, and you felt exhausted despite doing absolutely nothing for the past three days.
Watching a movie seemed like the best way to distract yourself. Anything was better than staring at your phone and hoping for a message that wasn’t coming.
A part of you still wanted to believe there had been some mistake. Maybe he’d explain. Maybe he’d apologize. Maybe he’d tell you there was a reason. But deep down, you already knew none of that was going to happen.
God. If only you hadn’t been stupid enough to fall for him so easily.
“Please… my love…”
You stared blankly at the television. Of course there was romance in this movie. Your chest tightened as the couple on screen held each other.
“You know I didn’t mean to hurt you,” the actor said. “My heart belongs to you. Only you.”
Immediately, your vision blurred. Before you even realized it, tears were rolling down your cheeks. Stupid movie. You grabbed the remote and shut the television off. Sniffling, you pulled the blanket over your head and curled into yourself. The faint scent lingering on the fabric only made your chest ache more.
You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe if you slept, you wouldn’t have to think about it. Just as you started drifting off, a loud knock echoed through the apartment. You nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Delivery!” Another knock followed.
You frowned. Delivery? You hadn’t ordered anything. Confused, you pushed yourself off the couch and shuffled toward the door. Maybe one of the neighbors had gotten the wrong apartment number.
You unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Hi, sorry, I think you have the wrong—” Your words died in your throat. Standing in front of you was a pink-haired man who looked one inconvenience away from committing a felony.
“Sae?” For a moment, you genuinely thought he was the delivery driver.
Sae stared at you. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake.” Without waiting for permission, he stepped past you and into the apartment . “Why haven’t you been replying to me?” he asked. “I’ve been texting you for three days. You usually spam my phone so much that I have to mute you.”
You stared at him. Of course. Of course he’d show up. Because despite how cold he liked to act, Sae was always there when it mattered. You looked down at your feet. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’ve just been dealing with something.”
Sae’s irritation immediately faded. He took one look at your face and frowned. Honestly, you looked terrible. “You look like shit,” he said bluntly.
You laughed weakly. “Thanks.”
“No, seriously. What happened?”
You hesitated for a moment. Trying to explain it out loud somehow made everything feel more real. Slowly, you walked back toward the couch and sat down. Sae followed and sat across from you.
You stared at your hands. “It’s just…” You swallowed. “Something happened with a guy.”
Sae blinked. “A guy?”
And that was all it took because he tears came back instantly and your shoulders shook. “He blocked me, Sae.” Your voice cracked. “He led me on and then just disappeared. Like I didn’t matter at all.” You wiped furiously at your eyes. “He made me think he liked me,” you whispered. “I thought he actually felt the same way when we first had sex.”
Sae looked completely lost, not because he didn’t care. Because he genuinely had no idea what people were supposed to do in situations like this. Still, seeing you cry like that made something twist uncomfortably in his chest. “Y/n…”
You grabbed the front of his shirt which caused him to freeze. “I really liked him.”
Then, awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around you. The hug was stiff… awkward… and completely unnatural. But it was sincere.
“There,” he muttered. “See? Human comfort.”
You let out a broken laugh before immediately crying harder. “That was not comforting.”
“It was my best attempt…” He muttered.
Mascara stained the front of his white shirt and Sae looked down, looked away, then looked down again. He was trying very hard not to think about how expensive the shirt was. It wasn’t important! Definitely not important. Not like it had cost over two hundred dollars.
Eventually, you pulled away. The moment you noticed the stain, your eyes widened. “Oh my God.” You covered your mouth. “Sae, I’m so sorry.” And somehow you started crying again.
Sae groaned. How did people deal with this? He reached forward and grabbed your cheeks. “Hey.”
“Look at me.” He said.
You sniffled.
“Stop crying over a guy who looks like he’s fucked half the population.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Seriously.” Sae leaned back. “He looks exactly like the type.”
For a second, you just stared at him. Then an ugly laugh escaped your mouth. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. But somehow his joke worked.
Seeing you laugh, even a little, made Sae relax. “Good,” he said. “Now get dressed.”
You frowned. “What?”
“We’re leaving.” He looked at his watch.
“Sae, I don’t really—”
“We’re leaving.” He interrupted. His tone left no room for argument. “I’m meeting Rin later.” He stood up and pointed toward your room. “You’re coming with me.”
You groaned. “Sae…”
“No.” He said immediately.
“But—”
“No.” He said again.
You stared at him. “…You’re really not giving me a choice, are you?”
“Nope.” Sae shoved his hands into his pockets.“Now go get dressed before I drag you out looking like that.”
You rolled your eyes. Maybe getting out of the apartment wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You nodded and pushed yourself off the couch. Sae was right. Sitting around crying wasn’t going to fix anything. Besides, why were you wasting tears on a guy who had practically chased after you first?
The thought still hurt, but it was easier to be annoyed than heartbroken. You headed to your room and shut the door behind you. For the first few minutes, you simply stared at your reflection in the mirror.
You looked awful. Your eyes were puffy from crying. Your hair was a mess. Even your skin looked dull. For a moment, you considered changing your mind and crawling right back into bed. But Sae was waiting. So instead, you forced yourself to get ready.
It took longer than usual. Not because you couldn’t find anything to wear, but because it felt difficult to care. Every outfit looked wrong. Every hairstyle looked stupid. Still, you tried.
You washed your face, fixed your makeup, changed into something comfortable, and spent a little extra time making yourself look presentable. By the time you finally stepped back into the living room, nearly thirty minutes had passed.
Sae was sitting on your couch with one ankle resting over his knee, scrolling through his phone.
“I’m ready,” you said quietly.
His eyes lifted from the screen. “God, you took forever.”
You rolled your eyes. “Nice to see you too.”
Sae stood and stretched his arms over his head.
“Come on. Rin’s waiting at the park.”
“Park?” you repeated as you grabbed your keys.
“The one we used to play at when we were kids.” He said.
You locked your apartment behind you and followed him toward the elevator. The ride down was quiet but neither of you really felt the need to fill the silence.
Once you reached the parking lot, Sae unlocked his car and climbed into the driver’s seat. You settled into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in.
The drive itself was peaceful. The city slowly gave way to quieter streets. The sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, and for the first time in days your mind wasn’t completely occupied by Otoya.
The cold air drifting through the cracked window felt nice. Eventually, Sae pulled into a small parking lot beside a field. From here, you could already see someone in the distance. A soccer ball bounced effortlessly from foot to foot.
“Hurry up,” Sae muttered while stepping out. “Before he starts bitching.”
You laughed softly and followed him. “What exactly are we doing?” you asked.
Sae shoved his hands into his pockets. “Honestly? No clue.”
“What?” You blinked.
“He wanted to train…” Sae groaned.
“And?”
“I don’t.” He shrugged
You stared at him. “So your plan is to just wing it?”
“Pretty much.”
By then, Rin had noticed the two of you. He trapped the ball beneath his foot and jogged over. “Sae.” Rin glanced at you before looking back at his brother. “I thought it was just going to be us. His gaze shifted toward you. “Not that I mind.”
You awkwardly pointed at yourself. “Wow. Thanks.”
Rin shrugged. “I just mean… won’t she get bored?”
Sae scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I was thinking we’d hang out instead.”
Rin blinked. “But I brought all this stuff.” He gestured toward the equipment scattered around the field.
“We don’t always have to spend time together playing soccer,” Sae said, his voice softened. “I think we deserve to actually spend time together.”
Rin stared at him. Then his expression relaxed. “Oh.” A small smile appeared. “You should’ve just said that.”
Sae looked relieved.
“I wasn’t going to complain either way.” Rin pointed toward the equipment. “Could’ve saved me from carrying all that, though.”
You laughed. “I hope I’m not interrupting brother bonding time.”
Rin looked over at you. “No.” Then after a brief pause— “You seem easy to be around.”
Your eyes widened. “Really?”
“I see why Sae likes hanging out with you.” The second those words left his mouth, your entire mood changed.
“Oh my god.” Sae immediately groaned. “No.”
“You think I’m fun?” You said, looking at Rin with sparkles in your eyes.
“Y/n.” Sae called out.
“You think I’m easy to be around?”
“Y/n!” Sae called out again.
“You think I’m amazing?!”
Before Rin could answer, you grabbed his hand with both of yours. Rin stood completely still. Honestly, he looked more confused than anything. “Uh…”
Sae covered his face. “Rin, congratulations. You activated her.”
“You think I’m amazing?” you repeated.
“I didn’t say all that.” Rin looked away nervously.
“You implied it though!” You frowned.
“I really didn’t…?” He chuckled nervously.
Sae physically grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away. “Okay. That’s enough.”
You finally laughed for the first time in three days. “Sorry,” you said. “It’s just been a while since I felt this happy.”
Sae lit a cigarette. “The fuck?”
You looked over. “What?”
“Do I not make you happy?” He questioned.
You snorted and Rin laughed quietly. The three of you ended up standing around for a while, talking about random things. Nothing important really. Just small conversations. The sky gradually darkened above you, and then a cold gust of wind hit. Everyone immediately regretted being outside.
“Yeah, absolutely not.” Sae shivered. “Get back in the car.”
Within minutes, the three of you were back inside. Rin took the front seat while you sat in the back. The heater blasted warm air through the vents.
“Okay,” Rin said. “Where are we going?”
Sae looked at him then at you through the mirror then back at Rin. “I don’t know.”
You laughed. “Wow. I thought you had a plan.”
“You know I never plan anything.” Sae pointed toward you. “That’s why you’re usually the one deciding where we go.”
Before you could answer, Rin spoke up. “Can I ask something?”
“Depends.” You and Sae said at the same time.
“There was a rumor online.” Rin continued. “People think you two are dating.”
Sae groaned immediately. “Oh no.”
Then both you and Sae burst out laughing.
“Where did you even see that?” Sae laughed.
“Twitter.” Rin replied, confused on what was funny.
Sae groaned louder. “Of course it was Twitter.” He rubbed his forehead. “That app is filled with idiots.”
“So you’re not dating?” Rin asked.
“No.” Sae pointed between the two of you “We’re friends.”
“Close friends,” you corrected. “If it wasn’t for me, your life would be boring.”
“I guess.” He shrugged.
“You guess?” You glared at him through the mirrior.
“I know.” He sighed, “Is that better Ms. L/n?”
“There we go.” You smiled.
Rin shook his head. “You two are weird.”
“Thank you,” you replied.
Sae sighed. “Now please tell me where we’re going.”
You immediately sat up. “Oh! I have an idea—an amusement park.”
There was a long silence, and both brothers looked concerned.
“Y/n.” Sae said.
“What?” You replied, not sure what was the issue.
“It’s almost night.” Sae turned his neck to look at you.
“So?” You rolled your eyes.
“Do you seriously think an amusement park is open right now?—“
Twenty minutes later, Sae was following your GPS anyway. And twenty minutes after that, the three of you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere. There were trees that surrounded the parking lot and warning signs were scattered everywhere. And it was hella dark.
And the entire place looked like the setting of a horror movie. Rin stared out the window. “Cool.”
“What?” Sae asked concerningly. “This is where we die! NOT cool.”
You groaned. “Can you stop?”
“I’m joking, not cool because—“ Rin pointed toward the dark woods. “They’ll find our bodies in a lake in there.”
Sae slowly turned toward him. “What is wrong with you?”
“I’m just preparing for reality, unlike you two.” Rin locked his side of the door.
“You need help.” Sae shook his head and unlocked all the doors.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Guys. Just because it looks weird doesn’t mean it’s dangerous.”
Neither brother looked convinced At all. Suddenly, Rin’s phone started vibrating nonstop. The screen lit up once. Then twice. Then again.
Sae glanced over from the driver’s seat and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s blowing up your phone this late?” he asked. “Your boyfriend?”
Rin didn’t even look up.
“Dunno.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Ignore it. Let’s keep walking.” Clearly, he had no interest in checking whatever it was. The problem was that the notifications wouldn’t stop.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Rin let out a long sigh. “Jesus Christ…” Finally, he pulled his phone out and unlocked it.
“Group chat,” he said after a few seconds.
“What now?” Sae asked.
“They’re talking about going to the beach in a few days.”
Your eyes immediately lit up. “A beach trip?” you gasped. “Sae, we should go too.”
Sae shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“Actually, wait.” Rin said and looked around. “I need proof that Im with you guys.”
You blinked. “What?”
Sae scanned the nearly empty parking lot.
“There isn’t even anyone here to take a picture.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked.
You pointed toward the far end of the lot “There’s literally two people right there.”
Sae followed your finger and his expression immediately changed. “What the fuck?”
“What?” You asked.
“This parking lot was empty ten seconds ago.” Sae said.
You exchanged a glance with Rin. “You’re being paranoid.”
“I’m serious.” Sae tried to sound convincing.
“You always say that.” Rin scoffed.
“No, seriously. There was nobody here.” The two strangers were already walking across the lot.
You snorted. “Get a load of this guy.”
Rin looked equally unconcerned. Sae stared at both of you like you were the crazy ones.
Before he could argue further, you waved at the strangers. “Excuse me!”
The two men looked over. One of them raised a hand. “Yeah?”
“Would you mind taking a picture for us?” You asked politely.
“Sure.” The taller one accepted Sae’s phone and gestured for the three of you to stand together.
You immediately grabbed Rin’s arm and pulled him closer. Rin looked mildly annoyed but Sae looked even more annoyed. Just as the picture was about to be taken, the second stranger casually walked over and stood beside Sae like he belonged there.
Sae slowly turned his head. “…Why are you in the picture?”
The stranger shrugged. “Thought it’d be funny.”
“It won’t.” Sae narrowed his eyes.
You elbowed Sae. “Be nice. They’re helping us.”
Sae looked like he wanted to argue. Instead, he forced a smile that looked more painful than pleasant.
The flash went off then another picture then another. As the stranger stood beside him, he suddenly leaned closer. Just enough for Sae to hear him. “I know you.”
Sae froze. The man immediately stepped back as if nothing had happened. The strangers handed the phone back. Then they simply walked away into the amusement park.
Sae stood there staring after them. “…Okay.”
You and Rin had already started walking.
“Did you guys not hear that?” Sae called out.
“Hear what?” Rin asked.
“He said he knows me.” Sae said.
You stared. “Well… You’re famous.”
“That’s not the weird part!” Sae raised his arms up.
“Then what’s the weird part?” You questioned.
“The way he said it?!” Was Sae going crazy? Was he more crazier than THE Bachira?
Rin looked completely unimpressed as he sent the photo in the groupchat. “You sound insane.”
“I know what I heard.” He shouted.
Neither of you looked convinced but you and Rin walked away from the Sae.
Sae ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously. “Great. Fantastic.” By the time he caught up, you had already reached the front gate.
You looked up at the giant sign above the entrance. Then your smile slowly disappeared.“…Oh.”
Rin squinted. “What?”
You pointed upward.
CLOSED FOR CONSTRUCTION.
The three of you stared at it for several seconds. Then Sae let out the biggest sigh of the night. “I fucking knew it.”
You scratched the back of your neck. “Okay… that’s weird.”
“We drove all the way out here. FOR NO FUCKING REASON?” Sae was technically pacing back and forth.
“It said it was open online.” You said, frowning.
Rin glanced around. “Didn’t those two guys go inside?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” you said. “Maybe they’re security?”
Sae threw both hands into the air. “Why is nobody listening to me?”
Neither of you answered. You were both too busy staring through the locked gates.
Sae pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think we should leave.”
No response. “Seriously.” Still nothing. “Let’s go get food?”
You immediately turned around. “That’s a great idea.”
Rin nodded. “Yeah.”
Sae stared blankly. “Oh, now you two want to listen.” Neither of you acknowledged him.
The three of you headed back toward the parking lot. By the time you reached the car, Rin was already texting in the group chat again.
You climbed into the back seat while Sae got behind the wheel. A few moments later, the engine started. As Sae backed out of the parking space, he glanced at you through the mirror. “Y/n.”
“Yeah?” You replied.
“Where did you even find this place?” He asked, staring at you.
You hesitated. “…Instagram.”
The silence that followed was immediate.
Sae slowly nodded. “Okay.” You already knew that tone. “Never do that again.”
“Oh, come on—“
“No. It was literally closed! Who knew if those two guys were even real.” Sae said.
You crossed your arms. “You’re no fun.”
Sae ignored you and focused on the road. A few minutes passed before he noticed Rin had gone unusually quiet.
The younger Itoshi was staring at his phone and his expression looked irritated.
Sae glanced over. “What?”
Rin locked his screen. “Nothing.”
“That doesn’t look like nothing.” Sae pushed further.
“Just someone saying stupid shit.” Rin said with an annoyed tone.
Sae considered asking another question. Then decided against it. Whatever was happening in that group chat could stay in that group chat.“Can’t wait to get out of this place,” he muttered.
The headlights swept across the empty road as the car finally left the parking lot behind. The ride to the burger place only took about twenty minutes, but the rest of the drive was quiet.
You rested your head against the cold window and watched the city pass by in a blur of streetlights and traffic. Unfortunately, that only gave your mind room to wander. Without meaning to, your thoughts drifted back to Otoya. The way he always managed to make you laugh. The endless phone calls that somehow lasted until three in the morning. The stupid messages he’d send throughout the day just to annoy you. For a few hours, hanging out with Sae and Rin had helped you forget about him. But only for a few hours.
No matter how hard you tried, he still lingered somewhere in the back of your mind. You didn’t even realize you had arrived until Sae opened his door and stepped out of the car.
“Hurry up,” he said, glancing back at you.
“Oh.” You blinked and quickly unbuckled your seatbelt before climbing out after them.
The restaurant sat on the corner of a busy street, glowing with bright neon signs that reflected against the windows. The moment Sae pulled the door open, the smell of grilled burgers and fries hit you immediately.
Your stomach growled. “Okay, maybe this was a good idea,” you admitted.
“Obviously,” Sae replied.
Rin pointed toward an empty booth near the front window. “Should we sit there?”
“Works for me,” Sae said.
The three of you slid into the booth. Through the glass window, you could see cars pulling in and out of the parking lot while headlights swept across the pavement.
You already knew what you wanted to order, so the three of you spent the next few minutes talking about random things while waiting.
Eventually, a waitress approached the table with a notebook in hand.
“Hi! Welcome to Fumi’s Burgers! Today we have a special deal on our burgers and—“ She suddenly froze and her eyes widened. “Oh my God.” You already knew where this was going. “THE Itoshi Sae and Itoshi Rin?!”
Rin immediately sighed and Sae rubbed his forehead awkwardly.
The waitress practically looked ready to pass out. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted out. “I’m a huge fan. Like—actually a huge fan.”
“It’s fine,” Sae said.
The poor girl took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “Ahem. Anyways! We also have our new Blue Lock Meal promotion today. Can I start you guys off with drinks, or are you ready to order?”
“Blue Lock Meal?” Rin repeated with visible disappointment.
You immediately sat up. “Sae.”
“No.” Sae said immediately.
“Saeee..” You whined.
“No.” He exhaled deeply.
“Sae, we have to get the Blue Lock Meal! As a sign of appreciation for your little brother,” you added dramatically.
Sae stared at you for a second before nodding. “You know what? That’s a great idea.”
“Traitor,” Rin muttered.
Sae looked back at the waitress. “We’ll take three Blue Lock Meals. Extra bacon.”
The waitress looked thrilled. “Coming right up! Three Blue Lock Meals with extra bacon.” “And drinks?”
“Let me guess, you have matching drinks that come with the meal too or what?” Rin said sarcastically but Sae elbowed him after.
The waitress looked at him nervously, “That is… correct! The drink represents the amazing famous Isagi Yoichi!” “It’s basically just sprite mixed with pink lemonade!”
“Isagi?” Rin’s head snapped up.
“There are other drink recommendations based off of Bachira, Reo, Nagi–”
“Give me that one. I don’t care about the other stupid players.”
The waitress blinked. “Just that fast?”
“Yes.” Rin replied, as he fixed his posture.
You immediately covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.
The waitress quickly wrote it down. “And for you two?”
“Water. Lemon slices if possible,” Sae answered.
“Coke,” you said.
“Perfect! I’ll be right back.” She said, and proceeded to leave.
The second she left, Rin leaned back in his seat. “This is stupid.”
You immediately pointed at him. “Aww. Rin wanted the Isagi drink.”
“No I didn’t.” He mumbled.
“You literally did—“
“Because it sounded normal.” He glared at you. “Imagine what the fucking Bachira drink was.”
“Mhm…” You knew he was only lying to save himself from embarrassment.
Sae glanced up from his phone. “It’s pretty cute, Rin.”
Rin looked personally offended, faced his direction at the window. “Both of you are annoying.”
Your laughter trailed off as you absentmindedly spun a ketchup bottle across the table while the conversation faded into background noise. The music playing through the restaurant speakers suddenly seemed louder. Or maybe your thoughts were. Before you knew it, memories began creeping back in.
The way he stared at you as if you were his only main focus. The way his hot breath touched your neck or even the small kisses he planted onto your shoulder. You shifted in your seat and stared down at the table.
Don’t think about him. Think about literally anything else.
Your eyes wandered around the restaurant. Families! Groups of friends! Couples…? Way too many couples.
Your attention settled on a younger couple sitting a few booths away. They were laughing over something on one of their phones, completely caught up in their own little world. You chest began to hurt and you looked away immediately.
“Y/n.”
You didn’t respond but it was clear your focus was on somewhere else.
“Y/n?”
Yet again, nothing.
“Y/N.”
This time you jumped at the loud call. “Huh?” You said.
Both Sae and Rin were staring at you. Sae then frowned at you. “Are you okay?”
“What?” You asked, confused or mostly embarrassed.
“You’re crying.” He muttered.
Your hand immediately touched your cheek. You froze. Sure enough, your face was wet. “Oh.” Heat rushed to your face. “Sorry.” You quickly wiped your eyes. “I didn’t realize.”
Rin glanced toward the couple you had been staring at before looking back at you. His expression softened slightly. “Is it about him?”
“Him?” you repeated. Then you remembered. Right. They knew exactly who you were talking about. You looked down. “Yeah.” You answered, “Otoya.” Silence followed after.
Sae only sighed before running his hands over his hair.
Rin scratched the back of his neck. “No wonder he was saying all that.”
Your head immediately lifted. “What was he saying?”
Rin instantly regretted opening his mouth.“Nothing…”
“Rin.” Sae warned
“Seriously Sae? I dont want to hurt her feelings. We’re having a great time.” Rin said.
You looked equally curious now. “What did he say?”
Rin refused to look at you, but the longer you stared at him made him uncomfortable. “Fine.” He sat back in his seat.
“Look, Otoya was just being stupid. We were talking about the plans of the beach but he mentioned how he was excited to go to the beach just for the girls. I thought it was weird because he was completely obsessed with you. I didnt butt in until my name was brought up and I was clearly busy with the two of you earlier. So once I told them all I was with you he started getting all defensive…” He said awkwardly. “…and accused you of sleeping with Sae...”
Your expression flattened.
Of course.
There was silence. Then a loud laugh came from you. Well it was more of a concerning laugh. “Me?” you wheezed. Rin and Sae exchanged a look and forced a laugh with you.
“ME and SAE?” You started laughing harder.
Sae stopped laughing and looked offended now. “Why am I catching strays?” “Okay it’s not funny anymore.”
Neither of them seemed convinced that your laughter was genuine. But eventually, you wiped your eyes. “Even if I was sleeping with Sae, why would it matter?” You continued. “Suddenly he’s so worried about what I do.”
“Rin, I’ll pay you to beat the fuck out of him.” You looked directly at Rin.
The waitress then came back with the three meals and placed them onto the table.
Rin stared at you for a second and then proceeded to scratch his face. “I guess? If you want, I’ll do it for free.” Rin replied.
The waitress didn’t want to butt in, so she focused on Sae who seemed he wasn’t involved. “Any straws?”
“No, that’ll be it.” Sae replied, ignoring the tension happening there.
“Alright… so, that’ll be 25.40!”
Sae nodded, and pulled out a wallet. He placed two twenty dollar bills. “Keep the change. You’ve been an amazing waitress tonight.”
“Ah! Thank you Mr. Itoshi! Its been a pleasure, please have an amazing rest of your night.” She then left.
Sae then looked back at you two, “Rin you’ll be in deep shit.” He said, eating a fry.
“It’s clear how much of an issue he had been to the majority of us. Someone has to do it otherwise.” Rin muttered as he stared at the oddly… blue burger bun that had a number 11 carved into it. “Okay, is all of this Isagi themed?” Rin questioned.
You laughed nervously, you didn’t expect him to agree. But you guessed there was no getting him out of this. “Guess so? Is your boyfriend that better than everyone?”
“I mean yes, except for me of course.” Rin took a bite of his blue burger.
“Sure… also how are you getting out of trouble?” Sae said.
“The real question is, Sae how are YOU getting Rin out of trouble?” You joked.
“Me? Fuck that.” He scoffed, “That fucking bowl cut man scares the shit out of me.” Sae stared at you.
“Look, he’s literally… very… chill.” Rin said. “Well, to those he likes.”
Sae rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh yeah that sounds very convincing.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, atleast they made things better for you. “You guys are dumb.” You laughed.
“Oh says the dumb one? The one who let some guy fuck after like—a few months?” Sae muttered.
You blinked multiple times, “Mind you he was—let me just shut up. Otoya is dead to me either ways.”
“Sure.” He said sarcastically.
You, Sae, and Rin spent the rest of the time chatting and eating. Afterwards, you all went back to Sae’s car.
Rin spoke about his time in Bluelock and how he somehow asked Isagi to be his boyfriend. Sae then spoke about the fact that he’ll be going back to Spain in a few months for some “unfinished business.”
“Okay, Y/n, we’ll drop you off first,” Sae said, reaching over to lower the music.
You looked up from your phone and frowned. “Aw, and here I thought we still had more things to do.”
A small laugh escaped him. “As much as I’d like to keep hanging out, I still have to drive Rin back to where he’s staying.”
“No, no, I get it.” You waved him off. “I was kidding.”
“Don’t worry, Y/n.” Rin glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll hang out again soon. I still need to go over the beach plans with everyone anyway.”
You gave him a thumbs-up from the backseat.“Good. Then make sure to tell me everything.”
“Sae can do that,” Rin said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sae muttered.
The rest of the drive passed quietly. The radio played softly in the background while the city lights blurred past the windows. Eventually, familiar buildings came into view.
A few minutes later, Sae pulled up in front of your apartment building and shifted the car into park.
“Well,” he said, resting an arm on the steering wheel, “here we are.”
You unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your purse. Before getting out, you paused and looked at both of them. “Seriously, thanks.”
Sae raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
You smiled. “For today. For dragging me out of my apartment. It really helped.”
Sae looked away toward the windshield. “Yeah. Try not to lock yourself inside for another three days.”
You rolled your eyes. “No promises.”
“Annoying.” Sae muttered.
You laughed before opening the door “Goodnight, guys.” You stepped out, shut the door behind you, and headed toward the apartment entrance.
Sae didn’t drive away immediately. Instead, he waited until he saw you disappear through the building doors. Only then did he let out a quiet sigh and glance at Rin.
His younger brother was already looking down at his phone, typing something… again. Him and that damn phone.
“Who’s texting again?” Sae asked.
Rin barely looked up. “Isagi.”
Sae groaned immediately. “Of course it is.”
“He wants me back at Blue Lock.” Rin muttered.
“Right now?” He looked at him confused.
“Apparently they’re trying to figure out the beach plans.” Rin locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket. “Mind dropping me off?”
“Yeah, sure.” Sae started the car again and shook his head. “God, I really didn’t want to drive all the way out there tonight.”
The drive to Blue Lock took nearly an hour and a half. About twenty minutes in, Rin had already fallen asleep. Sae glanced over occasionally to make sure he hadn’t somehow rolled into the center console.
The rest of the drive was quiet. Without the conversation from earlier, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He didn’t like seeing you like that. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
Eventually, the familiar Blue Lock facility appeared in the distance. The massive building sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by darkness and empty land.
Sae had almost forgotten how isolated the place was. As he approached the gate, a security guard stepped forward but Sae rolled down the window.
“Good evening. Do you have any business—”The guard paused and his eyes widened. “Ah—Itoshi Sae.” He straightened immediately. “Sorry about that.”
“Just dropping off my brother.”
The guard nodded.
“Funny. A lot of the players have been coming tonight.” He stepped aside and gestured toward the road ahead. “You’re good to go.”
“Thanks.” Sae drove through the gate and up the long hill leading to the facility. A few minutes later, he pulled over near the entrance and turned off the engine. Then he looked over at Rin, who was still asleep.
“Rin.” He said, but there was no response. “Rin.” Still nothing… Sae reached over and shoved his shoulder “Wake up. We’re here.”
Rin groaned and slowly opened his eyes. “…Fuck.” He stretched his arms above his head before unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Hurry up and get out,” Sae said. “I’m trying to go home.”
“Nice to see you’re still a terrible brother.” Rin yawned.
“Get out.” Sae said.
Rin sighed dramatically and opened the door. Before leaving, he paused. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Yeah.” Sae said.
“And the food.” Rin continued
“Sure.” Sae had his palms on the steering wheel.
“And—” Rin almost continued.
“Leave.” He said loudly.
Rin snorted. “Whatever.” He stepped out and shut the door. “See you later.”
“Hopefully not.” The second the door closed, Sae drove off.
Rin watched the taillights disappear down the road. “How rude,” he muttered.
Turning around, he looked toward the brightly lit building. And here he thought he wouldn’t be back until next week. “What a hassle.” The words left his mouth before he immediately cringed.
“God.” Who did he think he was? Nagi? Shoving his hands into his pockets, Rin headed inside. The hallways were mostly quiet, but he could already hear distant voices echoing through the building. Which meant everyone was probably gathered in one place. The cafeteria? Unfortunately.
Rin sighed. “Great.”
Following the noise, he made his way down the hallway. The closer he got, the louder it became. Rin stopped outside the doors and rubbed his forehead. He had only been back for five minutes. And he already wanted to leave. Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, deciding not to announce his presence just yet.
The air in the room had been thin for hours, stretched tight like a wire about to snap. Bachira bounced on the balls of his feet, energy crackling off him like static electricity, his eyes too bright for the hour. “Guysss!! Are we missing anyone!?”
Chigiri sat cross legged on the low couch, fingers working through the last section of his hair with practiced ease, weaving it into a neat braid. He didn’t look up. “Bachira, please. How are you still this wired at two in the morning?”
Bachira grinned wide enough to show every tooth, his voice lilting and manic. “My monster’s wide awake! It keeps whispering that something fun’s about to happen—”
Otoya cut him off with a lazy scoff from the opposite side of the room. He lounged between Yukimiya and Karasu, one ankle hooked over his knee, posture deliberately relaxed. “No one gives a shit about the crazy shit you see, Bachira.”
Isagi’s soccer ball stopped spinning on his toe. He lowered his foot, the ball thudding softly against the floor, and his gaze locked onto Otoya. “Shut the fuck up, Otoya. You always gotta insert yourself where nobody asked.”
Otoya’s smirk sharpened, a blade glinting under fluorescent lights. “Just because everyone kisses your ass doesn’t mean I have to listen.”
Hiori’s voice sliced through the rising tension. “Otoya, shut the fuck up. Now.”
Isagi stepped closer, ball tucked under one arm and his jaw tight. “No, Hiori—it’s fine. If he’s got something to say, let him say it. Fucking. Say it.”
Bachira’s shoulders curled inward. “Guys…? Ego’s gonna be pissed if we start something. Please, let's just—”
Karasu shot him a sharp, silencing look. “Bachira. Shh. Don’t.”
Otoya leaned forward, elbows on knees and stare locked on Isagi. “Remember how you said I’m all bark and no bite? You’re lucky your boyfriend isn’t here to defend your gay ass. Where is he, anyway? Did he finally realize what a whiny little bitch you are?”
The room went dead silent that you could hear the hum of the vending machine down the hall.
Yukimiya’s mouth fell open, his hand pausing mid-gesture while Hiori stood up so fast the couch cushion squeaked and backed toward the wall, eyes wide. “I don’t know him,” Hiori muttered under his breath.
Otoya raised both hands in mock surrender, the smirk still plastered on his face. Then he lunged forward, faster than anyone expected, and grabbed Isagi’s face.
His fingers dug into his cheeks, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks. “I mean, look—it’s written all over his face. You can smell it on him. Like a little fag.”
Isagi shoved him hard, stumbling back. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
But Otoya seized the sprout of hair on Isagi’s head and yanked, twisting him around to face Karasu, forcing Isagi to crane his neck at an awkward angle. “Don’t you think so, Karasu? Am I lying?”
Karasu’s eyes flicked past Otoya’s shoulder to the far corner of the room. His face paled. His voice dropped. “Dude, you’re going too far. I wouldn’t—just stop. Please.”
Otoya laughed, the sound ugly and brittle. “Stop? I’m just getting started.”
Footsteps pounded across the floor. Then Rin’s fist connected with Otoya’s jaw before Otoya could even turn his head.
The impact snapped Otoya’s head sideways with a sickening crack; blood sprayed from his split lip. Rin didn’t pause. He grabbed two fistfuls of Otoya’s shirt and slammed him to the floor, knees pinning his hips, the full weight of his rage pressing down.
Isagi shouted, “Rin! Rin, stop!”
Rin didn’t look up. His knuckles were white and his breath ragged. He drove another punch into Otoya’s cheek.
“Fucking bitch! Didn’t you hear him tell you to let go? Didn’t you hear him say no?” A third punch split Otoya’s eyebrow and warm blood coated Rin’s knuckles, trickling down his wrist.
Otoya bucked, trying to roll free, his shoes scraping against the floor. “Crazy asshole—get the fuck off me! Get off!”
Rin’s forearm pressed across Otoya’s throat, heavy enough that every breath rasped, every word came out strangled. “Yet you also insulted him,” Rin growled, “You think that shit’s funny? Calling him a faggot?”
Otoya wheezed, “It was a j-joke! Just a joke, you psycho!”
Rin’s eyes burned darker onto Otoya. “Oh? Was it also a joke when you fucked with her feelings? When you made her cry? When you told her she meant everything and then walked away like and lied?”
Otoya’s pupils blew wide. The room seemed to tilt around him. He stopped struggling and his body going limp under Rin’s weight.
Chigiri’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and desperate. “Someone get Ego! Now!”
Karasu and Hiori grabbed Rin’s shoulders, but Rin didn’t move. He stayed straddling Otoya’s limp body. His hands trembled, still clenched around the fabric of Otoya’s shirt.
Rin took a ragged breath, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “She wanted me to tell you something. She said you’re dead to her. Dead. Do you understand?”
The words landed like another blow. Otoya stopped struggling entirely. His chest heaved once, twice. Then a broken, wet laugh bubbled out of him, “Dead… to her… that’s… that’s funny…”
His hand twitched, reaching toward his own face, smearing blood across his cheek. He stared up at the ceiling, vision blurring, ears ringing. He thought about regret.
What was he thinking? Did he think you’d actually be nice to him? That you’d still love him? That you’d forgive him? Were you really dead to him? Forever? Was he regretting it now? About all the things he’d said that he couldn’t take back?
And then he laughed again, softer this time. But Rin’s fist came down one last time. Otoya’s head snapped back against the floor and his eyes rolled back.
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starring — younger brother!charles chevalier, ryusei shidou x reader, mentions of hugo x reader. content + warnings — smau. mostly crack. fluff. at the end. shidou makes one suggestive comment at reader at the end. jokes abt shit. very funny ik. hugo slander. charles is trying to get reader and shidou back together. shidou is down bad for reader and he's in his feelings. charles has a gf?!. shocking. reader n charles have divorced parents cus i think it suits him idk. this is a luh long. i got excited ig. an — ptIII cus i think some of u were mad at me for making reader and shidou not being together on ptII. and also cus i like doing this smau idgaf if im milking it this is MY channel. PART I PART II
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GUYS SHORT SNEAK PEEK OF THE STORY!! 🤗🤗 THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OFF RINS POV BUT I KINDA FUCKED IT UP… I didn’t have time to change their contact names.
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happy pride month guys! ive decided to do a small one sided story with itoshi sae 👀 oh gee, I hope nothing bad happens… anyways I swear I’ll update the otoya story after this. it’s just—that one is a little long. anyways, lololol enjoy !
Everyone knew you and Sae came as a pair. It had always been that way. In elementary school, people would call out one of your names and automatically expect the other to turn around too.
Wherever Sae went, you followed. Wherever you went, Sae wasn’t far behind. Everyone thought it was cute. Everyone thought you were best friends. To you, that was the problem because somewhere between sharing lunches, sleepovers, soccer games, and late night phone calls, you had fallen in love with her.
You couldn’t even remember when it started. Maybe it was when she defended you from a group of older students. Maybe it was when she carried you home after you sprained your ankle. Maybe it was during one of those summer evenings where the two of you laid in the grass and watched the clouds drift by. Or maybe you had always loved her. You just hadn’t realized it.
Either way, it didn’t matter because Sae was your best friend. And best friends weren’t supposed to ruin everything by falling in love.
So you buried it. You buried every flutter in your chest whenever she smiled. Every jealous feeling when she talked about another boy. Every moment where your eyes lingered on her a little too long. You buried it all.
And for years, it worked. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
You played soccer together. You attended school events together. You studied together. You spent countless nights sleeping beside each other during sleepovers.
There were nights when you’d wake up and find Sae’s arm thrown across your waist. Moments where she’d absentmindedly play with your hair.
Times where she’d look at you and smile in a way that made your heart completely forget how to function. And then there were the drunken moments. The ones you tried not to think about. The nights where she’d grab your face and laugh. Where she’d tell you how pretty you looked. The nights where your lips brushed hers for a few reckless seconds before she laughed it off the next morning.
Like it meant nothing. Like it was normal. How can you pretend your feelings didn’t matter when all of this happened?
Maybe that’s why you finally decided to tell her. Tonight was supposed to be the night.
The two of you were having another sleepover.
Sae was sprawled across your bedroom floor, laying on a pile of blankets while scrolling through her phone. The soft glow from the screen illuminated her face.
You hated how beautiful she looked without even trying.
“Y/n.” She interrupted your thoughts.
“H-Hm?” You replied.
“Did you order the food?” Sae asked, it was clear she was getting impatient.
You nearly jumped. Food. Ah fuck.
“It’s been an hour???” She teased.
You swallowed, realizing you had been caught… “I-It’s still on its way.”
Sae narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying.”
“What?” Guilty!
“You’re a terrible liar.” She laughed.
You looked away before Sae sat up and noticed something was weird about you.“What’s wrong with you?”
“N-Nothing.” You tried to lie.
She sighed, she already looked slightly irritated. “You’re weird.”
“Thanks…” You tried to joke ot off.
“I’m serious.” She tossed her phone aside. “Spit it out.”
You laughed nervously. If only she knew.
Sae scooted closer and her knee brushed yours. “Y/n.” “You can tell me anything.” She held out her pinky.
The same promise she’d offered you a thousand times throughout your childhood.
You stared at it and then slowly wrapped your finger around hers.
“Okay.” You finally said.
Sae smiled and stared at you. “So tell me.”
You took a deep breath, “Sae…” Your voice trembled. “I like girls.”
The room became silent. For a second, Sae didn’t react. Then she slowly pulled her hand away.
“Oh.” She said. One fucking word. Just one word.
Oh???? Your stomach dropped. “Oh?” You forced out a laugh. “What do you mean, oh?”
Sae stood up and she suddenly she looked uncomfortable. Like she didn’t know where to put her hands. Or where to look. Or what to say.
“Um…” She rubbed the back of her neck “That’s…”
Weird. You could see the word before she said it.
“Unexpected.” She said nervously which made your chest tighten.
“I really hope you don’t like me.” Oh. That joke landed like a knife. “I mean…” She laughed again. “I’m literally your only friend.”
You forced yourself to laugh too. “Haha. Yeah.”
You knew you fucked up because the rest of the night felt wrong. The distance between you suddenly felt massive. Even though she laid back down beside you. Even if she tried acting normal. You could still feel the discomfort and hesitation. The way she no longer touched your shoulder when she laughed.
You stared at the ceiling long after she’d fallen asleep and your thoughts spiraled. Was she disgusted? Did she think you were weird? Had every hug suddenly become suspicious? Every sleepover? Every joke? Every drunken kiss?
Your throat tightened. Maybe she thought you had been secretly preying on her. Maybe she thought your friendship had all been fake. Maybe—
You turned your face into your pillow. And cried silently until exhaustion finally won. The next morning felt worse. You reached toward the spot beside you and it was empty.
“Sae?” You whispered until there was no reply.
You sat up and noticed the blankets were folded neatly.
Not even a simple nudge or text to let you know she was leaving? A horrible feeling settled in your stomach. Still, you convinced yourself you were overthinking.
Maybe she’d left early. Maybe everything was fine.
Maybe…?
Okay It wasn’t because the moment you arrived at school, you figured something was 100% wrong because Sae wasn’t waiting for you. Sae always waited for you! Instead, she stood with a group of friends near the entrance.
Your heart lifted then immediately dropped once you waved. “Sae!”
Sae looked up for a moment and for a brief second, her face was lit up and then her smile disappeared once she saw you. Without a word, she turned around and entered the building.
Leaving you standing there all alone. “Oh.”
Well, that was the first day it happened. Atleast it wasn’t as bad as the second day. The second day was worse. Then the third. Then the fourth. And weeks had passed.
Sae never said she hated you. She never said anything cruel. But somehow that made it hurt more because not once had she considered to look at you directly in the eye without feeling an ounce of uncertainty.
Every night you wondered if you deserved it and you even thought she was right. Maybe liking her was selfish. Maybe she’d never look at you the same way again. Maybe she shouldn’t.
Then one day, your phone buzzed which made your heart flutter. A text? From Sae? How long has it been since she last texted you?
Your heart immediately betrayed you, but despite everything—You still loved her. So of course you went…
The sky was painted orange and pink as you followed the familiar trail. Cherry blossom petals scattered across the ground. The cold evening breeze brushed against your skin. And there she was standing beneath the tree.
For a moment, everything felt normal again.
“Sae!” You shouted, stumbling up the hill.
She turned and her smile appeared. The same smile you’d fallen in love with years ago.
“Y/n!” She shouted back.
“Sae—“ You stopped in front of her, slightly out of breath. “Why did you ask me here!?”
Her smile faltered and she shifted her eyes towards the ground.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” You said.
“I know.” She finally said.
“Then why?” You asked.
Sae looked down, she seemed nervous too. “Y/n…” She sighed. “I’m sorry.”
You said nothing, this was definitely not the way you wanted it to go.
“I made things weird.” Sae said once again.
A bitter laugh escaped you. “You think?”
Sae winced and then continued. “I thought…”
She hesitated for a moment. “I thought you liked me.”
Your heart stopped because she was right. But why did she sound so horrified by it?
“I mean…” She laughed awkwardly. “You only really talked to me.”
“Sae—”
“So I panicked.” She interrupted.
You stared at her and then grabbed her hand.
“Sae, I do—”
“Don’t.” The word hit harder than a slap. Sae’s voice cracked. “Please don’t.”
You froze before understanding she didn’t want to hear it. You figured hearing it would force her to reject you—hearing it would destroy the friendship forever. So instead—she chose denial.
“You’d never ruin our friendship like that.” Her voice sounded desperate. “You wouldn’t.”
Your eyes burned and you realized Sae was scared too because she couldn’t return your feelings. Sae hated herself for that.
“…Yeah.” The lie nearly killed you but atleast Sae relaxed immediately.
“See?” She smiled. “Y/n.”
You couldn’t look at her.
“Look at me.” She pleaded.
But you wish you hadn’t, Sae looked so relieved like she’d narrowly escaped disaster.
“I hope we’re still friends.” She questioned.
Your heart shattered and you could technically feel the tears coming.
“I hope you don’t mind Y/n.”
There it was. The thing you had feared from the beginning. Not “I like you too.” Not “Let’s try.” Not even a “I’m sorry.”
You tried to shake the feeling off, you should be grateful she didn’t end terms with you. This was better after-all. Your vision blurred but you nodded. “Yeah.” Your voice broke. “Still friends.”
Sae smiled. “Great. There’s actually someone I wanted you to meet.”
Someone to meet? Talk about bad timing because your stomach dropped once a boy stepped forward from behind the tree which caused Sae’s smile to widen. “This is my boyfriend.”
For a moment everything went silent around you. You weren’t sure if you were hearing this correctly. Boyfriend? You repeated in your head. It wasnt as you could do anything besides force yourself to smile, force yourself to shake his hand, force yourself to listen while she talked about how happy she was. During this time, something inside you quietly died. But you eventually had to make an excuse about your parents needing you home.
Which Sae understood and hugged you goodbye. The same way she always had. The same way she’d hugged you for years. Except now it felt different.
As you walked down the hill, you heard her call after you. “Text me when you get home!”
You only gave her a thumbs up before your tears came flowing down your cheeks and a choked sob came out.
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Some say it’s horrible to hold grudges forever, and who knows? They may be right. Unless it’s that stupid fox.
Understanding the rule that no other species shall mate with a different species, you had always taken it very seriously, perhaps a little too seriously. It was not a lesson that had been brushed off in your family. It had been repeated for generations, passed from one wolf to the next like a warning that should never be forgotten.
Your elders spoke about it with the kind of certainty that made it sound less like advice and more like a law. Wolves, they would say, were territorial creatures by nature. They were aggressive, protective, and far too dangerous to trust with something as fragile as bonds between species. The safest and smartest thing was to keep to your own kind.
Long before this school ever existed, that was exactly what everyone had done.
Species had stayed away from one another as if the simple act of standing too close might cause trouble. Carnivores stayed with carnivores. Herbivores kept to their own circles. Omnivores were caught somewhere in the middle.
Back then, that separation had been normal. It had been expected. Nobody had needed to explain why one species did not trust another because the answer was already stitched into daily life.
Then, about ten years ago, things had started to change.
At first, the change had been awkward and uncomfortable, the kind of change people complained about loudly while pretending they did not care. This school had been built to mix species together, and it had not gone over smoothly. Students had arrived with suspicious eyes, stiff shoulders, and expressions that made it obvious they would rather be anywhere else.
But slowly, they had adjusted because people eventually got tired of resisting what was already happening around them.
Mixed species classrooms stopped feeling like a disaster and started feeling like everyday life. Well. For everyone except you.
You had grown up with your family’s warnings ringing in your ears, and no matter how much the world changed around you, their words had stayed sharp in your mind. You were careful about who you trusted, careful about who you spoke to, and especially careful about who you let close enough to matter. To others, it might have seemed dramatic, but to you, it simply felt wise. You had been taught to pay attention, to stay alert, and to never forget what happened when wolves ignored their instincts.
Dating, in particular, had never seemed simple. The idea alone made your thoughts twist into something complicated and uneasy. You were not just cautious because of the old family beliefs, but because species differences still mattered to you in a way they did not seem to matter to everyone else. Some people acted as if the old rules were childish and outdated, but you had never been able to shake the feeling that they existed for a reason. Wolves had always been known for being intense, dangerous when provoked, and difficult to predict. Other species knew that too. That was why many of them kept their distance from wolves in the first place.
And really, you could not blame them. Being a wolf was not unusual. There were plenty of wolves around, enough that no one stared just because you had fangs or a sharp gaze. But being a wolf that was considered unusually intelligent and strong was another thing entirely. People noticed that. They noticed the way you spoke, the way you watched, the way you seemed to understand things before anyone else had even finished explaining them. Maybe strong was not even the right word, because all wolves were strong in their own way, but you were aware of the effect you had on others. You could feel it whenever people looked at you for a second too long.
You were especially aware of foxes. That was not an opinion you had formed carefully or fairly, and if someone asked you to explain it, you probably would not have been able to give them a very good answer. The truth was much simpler and much more childish than anything dramatic. It had all started in elementary school, when one stupid fox had stolen your crayons.
You had been sitting at your desk, minding your own business, perfectly focused on arranging your colors in the order you liked them best when you felt someone lean in behind you. Before you could turn around, the fox had already reached over, snatched the crayons from your hands, and held them up with a grin that was far too pleased with itself.
“Hey,” you had snapped, your ears flattening immediately. “Give those back!”
Instead of apologizing, the fox had only laughed, spinning the box in its hands like it was the funniest thing in the world.
“Relax,” he had said with a smug little shrug. “I just wanted to see if you would notice.”
Of course you had noticed. Anyone would have noticed. The problem was not that he had taken your crayons. The problem was that he had looked proud of himself for doing it. From that day on, your opinion of foxes had been sealed.
Annoying and untrustworthy… And because you were only a child when it happened, you had decided that all foxes must be exactly the same.
The campus was still wrapped in the gray-blue hush of early dawn when you stepped through the main gates. Your backpack felt heavier than usual—not from the books inside, but from the weight of failure pressing down on your shoulders. The retake exam for Professor Aldridge's Advanced Biology class started in thirty minutes, and you'd been up since four reviewing notes until your eyes blurred.
You'd chosen this hour specifically because you knew the campus would be empty. No chattering students clogging the pathways, no couples draped over benches like lazy cats in the sun, and just people in general.
The concrete paths gleamed with dew, and the only sounds were your footsteps and the distant chirping of early birds. You allowed yourself a small sigh of relief. Good. You could make it to the science building without any interruptions.
Then you heard it. A low, rumbling, interrupted by a sharp laugh that grated against your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. You recognized that laugh. You'd heard it too many times in the past months and it was always followed by some smug remark that made your blood boil.
You rounded the corner near the cluster of benches by the old oak trees, and there they were. Two figures lounging on the bench closest to the path. One with messy magenta hair that caught the pale morning light, ears drooping lazily as he scrolled through his phone. The other was a blonde, fox-eared, with a smirk plastered across his face. He was leaned back with his arms spread across the backrest like he owned the damn place.
Of course. Ness. And his friend whose name you could never remember. Something starting with Mika? Mark? Or—
"Michael!" the magenta-haired one shouted, waving his phone toward his companion. "Look at this meme I found—this cat's face—"
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Kaiser drawled, his golden eyes scanning the empty campus with theatrical boredom.
You tightened your grip on your backpack straps and decided to ignore them. Just walk past. Don't make eye contact. Don't give him any reason to—
"Oh? What do we have here?"
Of course.
Kaiser's ears perked forward as his gaze locked onto you. He shoved Ness aside without ceremony, rising from the bench in one fluid motion. He stepped directly into your path, blocking your way with a grin that made your teeth clench.
You took a slow, deliberate breath before attempting to sidestep him. But the problem wasn't just his presence in your way—it was his smell. That musky, masculine scent of pine and something wild. It hit you like a wall, making your nostrils flare involuntarily.
"Move," you said, keeping your voice flat.
The blonde stared down at you with mock confusion, tilting his head. "Hm?" He leaned closer, one ear flicking, his tail swishing lazily behind him. "Sorry, what was that, doggie?"
The condescension in his tone made your vision go red. "Are you trying to insult me by comparing me to your little friend here? Move, you stupid fox."
You didn't wait for his reaction. Your hand shot out, grabbing his arm and shoving him sideways with enough force that he stumbled a step. A small surprised "oof" escaped his lips, but when you glanced back, he was grinning stupidly.
"Fiesty," he called after you. "I like it."
You didn't dignify that with a response. You just kept walking as you mentally cursed every fox that had ever existed.
That should have been the end of it. A passing encounter, a brief annoyance, nothing more. But of course, the universe had other plans.
Over the following weeks, Kaiser made it his personal mission to infiltrate every corner of your life. He'd show up outside your classes, he'd sit two tables away in the cafeteria, loudly commenting about how "beautiful the weather was.” He'd walk past you in the hallways and deliberately "accidentally" brush his tail against your arm, leaving trails of his scent that made your skin crawl.
You tried everything. Ignoring him, snapping at him, threatening him. Nothing worked. He seemed to thrive on your irritation, his tail wagging faster the more flustered you became.
"Y/n," he'd coo, tugging playfully at the tip of your ear when you least expected it. "Helloooo? Earth to grumpy girl?"
It reached its peak one afternoon in Professor Hartwell's class. You were hunched over your notebook, desperately trying to catch up on the notes you'd missed from earlier that week, when Kaiser slid into the seat beside you. You didn't even need to look up—you recognized his scent instantly.
He didn't say anything at first. He just sat there, watching you with those unnerving eyes while you tried to concentrate. But then his fingers found your ear again, tugging gently at the sensitive tip.
"Y/nnnn."
Your pen snapped.
"What could you possibly need?!" you hissed, rounding on him. The rest of the class went quiet, students turning to stare. "This is why I try not to get involved with stupid foxes!"
You didn't give him a chance to respond. You shoved your notebook into your bag and stormed out, leaving the classroom in stunned silence.
Behind you, Kaiser's ears perked up. His expression shifted from amused to something sharper, more predatory. A slow smile spread across his face. Oh. So that's how it is.
He'd heard rumors about the "breedist" mentality—the old-fashioned belief that species should stick to their own kind. He hadn't paid it much attention before, assuming it was just outdated nonsense. But seeing your reaction, feeling the spike of your scent as you lashed out... he knew now.
You hated foxes. More specifically, you hated him. And that made him want you even more.
Michael Kaiser had never been given the luxury of choosing his own path. When he was younger, his life had been a long chain of lessons, practices, and forced commitments that his parents insisted would “build character” and “secure the family name.”
If they had wanted him in music, he was sent to music. If they wanted him in sports, he was pushed into sports. If they wanted him to smile politely through a room full of unfamiliar faces, then smile he did, even when every second of it felt like a waste of his time.
The older he got, the worse it became. By the time he was old enough to be considered a proper heir in his family’s eyes, his parents had started arranging blind dates for him. One after another, they brought him in front of different species, each one carefully chosen, each one presented with the same hopeful expression, and each one completely unable to catch his interest. Some were too quiet. Some talked too much. Some were awkward in a way that made the entire evening drag on painfully. None of them impressed him. None of them made him feel anything at all.
His parents only seemed to care about one thing anyway, continuing the family bloodline like it was some sacred mission instead of a burden dressed up in fine clothes.
Kaiser, of course, had zero interest. So when he stepped onto the college campus for the first time, he was already in a terrible mood.
The place was loud. Too fucking loud. Students were everywhere, rushing around with bags slung over their shoulders, laughing in groups, calling out to friends, or trying to drag their luggage through crowds that seemed determined to block every path possible. Kaiser immediately regretted leaving his room.
The only reason he had not already turned around and gone back was because Ness was supposed to be helping him. Keyword, “Supposed to.”
Instead, the two of them had somehow ended up standing in the middle of a busy crowd with no clear idea where they were going.
Kaiser glanced down at his phone, then back up at the sea of people around them, his expression flattening further by the second.“Ness,” Kaiser said, his voice sharp enough to make the blond beside him flinch.
Ness let out a small, miserable noise and tightened his grip on the strap of his bag. “I’m sorry, Kaiser! I swear this was the way to the dorms…”
Kaiser stared at him in silence. It was not the way to the dorms.
That much was painfully obvious, because if they had been anywhere near the dorms, they would not still be standing in the middle of a packed walkway with students weaving around them like they were two annoying obstacles in the road.
Kaiser exhaled through his nose and looked away with clear irritation. “God. You never know how to do things correctly.”
Ness wilted even more. “I really thought I remembered it.”
“You thought wrong,” Kaiser muttered.
There was no real point in arguing any further, so Michael lowered his gaze to his phone and began scrolling through social media with the detached boredom of someone already fully prepared to ignore the world. Ness, meanwhile, stood beside him looking tragically guilty, his eyes darting around the campus like the buildings themselves might suddenly offer directions out of pity.
A few posts passed. A few messages were ignored. Then, somewhere nearby, voices rose over the noise of the crowd.
“Move, you stupid mutt!”
Kaiser’s eyes shifted automatically toward the sound.
A small cluster of students had formed off to the side, their attention fixed on something happening in the middle of the walkway. People were already stopping to stare, some with shocked faces and others with the delighted curiosity of spectators who had clearly decided this was the most entertaining thing that had happened all morning.
Kaiser clicked his tongue lightly. A fight? On the first day? Ridiculous.
He should have kept walking. But then the same voice cut through the noise, sharp and ugly with arrogance.
“Can’t you see you spilled my drink? You stupid wolves are all the same. Only focused on your own kind.”
Kaiser paused. His interest sharpened immediately, though only a little. Wolves were not exactly rare, and he had met enough of them to know they were either painfully ordinary or painfully self-important. There was something almost amusing about hearing one of them being put in her place. Maybe it would be entertaining after all.
He adjusted his posture and began walking toward the crowd, slipping past a pair of students who were too busy staring to notice him at first.
By the time he reached the edge of the gathering, he could see the scene clearly.
You were standing there with your ears perked and your expression twisted in irritation, clearly already fed up with the situation. A spilled drink had darkened part of your clothes, and you looked less embarrassed than annoyed, which only seemed to irritate the tiger girl in front of you even more.
She was standing tall, glaring down at you like she expected the entire world to kneel in front of her. Her tail flicked behind her in sharp, angry movements, and her posture screamed confidence in the kind of way that made it obvious she was used to getting her way.
Kaiser’s eyes narrowed slightly. A tiger. Definitely not a species most people wanted to provoke carelessly.
And yet there you were, not backing down at all. “I fucking said sorry,” you snapped, your voice carrying clearly through the crowd. “Is that hard to understand?”
A few students exchanged looks, clearly sensing that this was about to get worse before it got better.
The tiger girl’s lip curled. “Sorry doesn’t fix it.”
“It’s a drink,” you shot back. “Stop causing a scene…”
A few people in the crowd snickered, but the tiger girl only looked more offended, her shoulders rising with obvious anger.
“You should watch where you are going,” she said coldly. “Do you know who you are talking to?”
You gave her a flat look. “Someone who is acting ridiculous.”
That was apparently the wrong answer. The tiger girl shoved you hard enough to make you stumble and fall to the ground. Gasps rippled through the crowd at once.
Kaiser’s brow lifted a fraction. So that was how it was going to go.
The tiger girl crossed her arms and looked down at you with open contempt. “I don’t care what species you are. Don’t you know who you’re messing with? I’m the—” She did not get to finish.
The next second, you drove a punch straight into her face. The impact was enough to silence the entire crowd for a brief, stunned moment.
Kaiser’s eyes widened just slightly, though he recovered fast enough that no one would have noticed if they were not watching him closely. The tiger girl staggered back, one hand flying to her face in shock, her expression turning from outrage to disbelief in an instant.
The crowd was practically vibrating with excitement now. A few students leaned in closer, whispering furiously to each other as if they had just witnessed the start of a scandal worth talking about for the rest of the semester.
Kaiser barely heard them because something else had caught his attention. It hit him all at once, subtle but unmistakable, slipping through the air like a thread he could not ignore.
Your scent. It was warm, distinct, and maddeningly sweet in a way he had never expected. It was not just pleasant. It was the kind of scent that clung to his senses and made his attention lock onto you with sudden, startling intensity. Kaiser’s expression shifted before he could stop it, his usual bored irritation replaced by something far more focused.
Kaiser had no idea who you were. He had not even gotten a proper look at your face. And yet his instincts were already uncomfortably loud. He wanted to step closer. Wanted to hear your voice again. Wanted to know exactly who you were and why your scent had managed to hit him like that out of nowhere.
But before he could move, Ness suddenly grabbed his arm.
“Kaiser,” Ness whispered urgently, panic already returning to his face. “I found the way”
Kaiser’s jaw tightened. “What? Now?.”
“Yea!”
Kaiser did not look away from you. “Can you double check—”
Ness tugged harder, finally managing to draw Michael back a step. “I already did,” he said in a strained whisper. “Let’s go.”
Kaiser finally looked at him, unimpressed. “Wait—” Kaiser clicked his tongue again and let himself be pulled away, though his gaze lingered over the crowd until the people between you and him blocked his view completely.
He did not know your name. He did not know your class. He did not know whether you were even worth the trouble. But one thing was already clear. He was going to remember you.
And unfortunately for him, he was not going to see you again. At least, that was what he believed.
That was until that day. Because when he smelled that same aroma again, it was impossible to pretend he had imagined it.
Months passed. Kaiser's harassment escalated from playful to relentless. You wished you could kill him. Metaphorically. Maybe literally, if he kept this up.
Then came the project. Professor Hartwell announced the assignment with a cheerful smile that made your stomach drop. "This semester, I've decided to pair you up randomly for the final ecology project. I'll assign partners by drawing names from a hat."
You closed your eyes and prayed. Anyone. Anyone but him. I'll take anyone—even that weird kid who smells like cheese—
"Y/n and Kaiser."
The universe hated you. You shot up from your seat, hand raised. "Professor, I'm sorry but I can't work with—"
"Sit down, Y/n," Hartwell said, not even looking up from his list. "Complaints will result in additional assignments. Work together or fail."
You sat down, seething.
Which brought you here… You were trudging toward the benches near the old oak trees, laptop bag slung over your shoulder, dreading every step of the walk.
Kaiser was already there, lounging on the bench like a lazy predator. Kaiser was scrolling through his phone, but he gave you a small, almost apologetic wave when he saw you approach. You ignored him.
"This spot is quiet," you said, setting your laptop bag down on the far end of the bench. "Let's get this over with."
"Aw, don't be like that." Kaiser stretched, his shirt riding up to reveal a toned stomach."I brought snacks." He held up a bag of chips, shaking it enticingly.
"No."
"Come on, Y/n. Nice day, huh?" He leaned forward, chin resting on his hands, tail wagging behind him like an overgrown puppy. "You look nice when you're not bitchy. Which is rare, but still."
You opened your laptop with more force than necessary. "No."
"You know," he said, his voice dropping slightly, "When you're pissed, there's this sweet scent that lingers off you. It's... distracting."
You looked up, meeting his eyes. The playful glint was gone, replaced by something darker, more serious. The shift made your heart skip a beat.
"Weirdo," you said, but your voice came out weaker than you intended.
Kaiser sighed, leaning back. "Why do you hate me so bad? Is it really because you're only interested in your own kind?"
"Even if I weren't," you said, closing your laptop with a decisive click, "you wouldn't be my ideal partner."
"Aw, what a shame." His grin returned, wolfish and knowing. "Imagine our pups, though. They'd be so, so cute. Little fox or wolf ears, your eyes—"
"Stop saying nasty shit." You stood abruptly, shoving your laptop into its bag. "I'd never mate with you."
"Where you going?" He was on his feet in an instant, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.
"Bathroom."
"Ah?" His tail swished in amusement. "Did I turn you on? Do you need help getting off?"
You ignored him, marching toward the science building. But he followed, his footsteps light and quick behind you.
"Why are you following me?!" you demanded, whirling around just inside the entrance.
Kaiser pretended to look innocent, ears twitching. "I thought you needed help."
"No, why would I need—" Your body pulsed.
A wave of heat surged through you, starting deep in your belly and radiating outward, turning your limbs liquid and your head fuzzy. Your knees buckled, and you caught yourself on the wall, palms pressed against the cool tile.
Oh no. Not now. Not today. Your heat cycle.
You'd been so stressed about the project that you'd forgotten to pick up your suppressant pills from the pharmacy. And your cycle was due any day now. You'd convinced yourself you had more time, that you could pick them up tomorrow. "W-Wait here," you gasped, trying to push past him.
Kaiser grabbed your arm. "No way." Before you could protest, he leaned in, nose brushing against your neck. He inhaled deeply, and a low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.
"Fuck, you reek," he said, his voice rough. "Did you just start your heat cycle?"
"I-I don't know—" you whined, your body betraying you as another cramp twisted through your abdomen.
"Your scent is everywhere." His grip on your arm tightened, his pupils blown wide. "Anyone with a nose could smell you from across campus."
"Stop..." You were panting now, clutching his shirt for support. "I don't have my pills. I forgot them."
Kaiser stared at you for a long moment. Then he smirked, but it wasn't his usual playful expression.
"Aw, you poor pup." His free hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face toward his. His eyes swept over your flushed cheeks and your parted lips. "I could smell you all day, you know. It's driving me crazy."
You should have pushed him away. You should have told him to fuck off, ran to the health center, found anyone else to help you. Instead, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was mercifully empty—four stalls, clean white tiles, a long mirror above the sinks. Kaiser stumbled after her, watching her fumble with the latch on the main door.
"You're gonna need to solve that problem before you begin to attract all those horny wolves," he said, turning to admire himself in the mirror. He smoothed his hair, utterly unbothered. "I can already smell it. Sweet and thick. Like honey and something else."
You gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white. A low moan escaped your lips as another wave of heat rolled through you. "I-I don't have my pills."
Kaiser's reflection smiled. He turned slowly, sauntering toward you with predatory grace. "Aw, you poor pup." His voice softened, almost tender, as he cupped your chin and tilted your face up to meet his gaze.
For a moment, his playful mask slipped. He stared at you—flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, lips parted on shaky breaths. He inhaled again, slow and deliberate.
"I could smell you all day."
Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward the last stall, steps clumsy and urgent. Kaiser's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Woah! Woah! I never agreed to help."
You pushed him inside, locked the stall door, and sank onto the closed toilet lid. Your legs wobbled, and your thighs pressing together instinctively as another pulse of heat made you whimper. You looked up at him, your pride crumbling, desperation flickering in your eyes.
"Please..." Your voice cracked. "I have no other choice—“
Kaiser stared down at your, chest rising and falling faster now. His tail had stopped wagging. His ears were pinned forward, focused. A wicked grin spread across his face.
"So this is how it happens, huh?" He crouched in front of you, hands resting on his knees. "Should’ve asked sooner.”
"Don't make it weird," you whimpered, but your body betrayed you—leaning into his space, your thighs began parting just slightly.
"Too late." He reached out and traced the line of your jaw with his thumb. "But I'll help you out, justtt this once..”
You hated him. You hated his smug face and his teasing voice and the way his thumb burned against your skin. But your cunt was already soaking through your underwear, and your body was screaming for something—anything—to fill the aching emptiness.
He stood, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. You watched as he freed his cock—already hard, thick, the tip glistening. Your mouth went dry and he stepped between your legs, pushing your thighs wider with his knees. "Lift your skirt."
You obeyed, fingers trembling as you gathered the fabric around your waist. Your panties were ruined—a dark, wet stain spreading across the cotton. Kaiser let out a low whistle.
"Fuck, you weren't kidding. You're a mess."
"Shut up," you gasped, but it came out breathy and needy.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your thighs. The cool air hit her slick folds, and you shuddered. He let the panties drop to the floor, then knelt in front of you again, spreading your legs wide with his hands on your inner thighs.
"Look at you." His voice was rough. "Soaking wet."
"Just... hurry."
He chuckled and lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You were so wet that he slid in with almost no resistance, a single, smooth thrust that buried him to the hilt.
Your back arched, a broken cry escaping your lips. He filled you completely, stretching you in ways that made your toes curl inside your shoes.
"Fuck," Kaiser groaned, "You feel... you feel so good."
He began to move—slow, deep thrusts that rocked the toilet seat beneath you. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. You then wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper while your nails clawed at his shoulders through his shirt.
"More," You begged. "Please, Kaiser, more."
He gave you more. He fucked you harder, the slap of skin against skin echoing off the tile walls and your moans grew louder, until he clapped a hand over your mouth.
"Quiet," he hissed, though his own voice was strained. "Unless you want the whole campus to hear."
You nodded, but the pleasure was building too fast—you bit down on his palm, muffling a whimper as he hit a spot deep inside you that made stars burst behind her eyes.
He pulled his hand away and replaced it with his fingers. "Open."
You parted your lips, and he slid two fingers into her mouth. You sucked instinctively, tasting salt and skin and something distinctly him. "That's it," he murmured.
He leaned down, teeth grazing the curve of your neck. Then he bit down firm enough to leave a mark.
You couldn't speak with his fingers in your mouth, but you nodded frantically, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming sensations. The heat cycle had made you hypersensitive meaning every touch and every thrust, sent shockwaves through your body.
Kaiser pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wrapped his arm around your waist, lifting you slightly so he could pound into you at a new angle. The toilet seat creaked beneath them. Your legs were hooked over his forearms, spread wide open and completely vulnerable.
"Look at us," he breathed. "In a campus bathroom. Anyone could walk in—“ As if on cue, the bathroom door swung open.
Your blood turned to ice. You clamped your hand over your own mouth, eyes wide with terror. Kaiser, that asshole, just smirked and slowed his pace. He kept thrusting, shallow and teasing and watched you struggle to stay silent.
Footsteps echoed on the tile. A girl's voice, light and chatty. "—and then he said he'd meet me after class, can you believe it?"
Another voice, friendlier. "He's totally into you. Just go for it."
They were at the sinks now, giggling. You could hear the water running and the rustle of paper towels. Kaiser chose that moment to thrust particularly deep, hitting that spot again which caused a whimper to escape your throat.
"Did you hear something?" one of the girls asked.
Your heart hammered and Kaiser's eyes glittered with mischief. He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. Another broken sound clawed its way out of you.
"Probably just the pipes," the other girl said. "Let's go, we're gonna be late." The footsteps retreated and the door swung shut. Silence.
Kaiser laughed breathless. "That was close."
"I hate you," you sobbed, but your body was clenching around him, desperate for release.
"I know." He kissed your neck, "But you're going to cum for me anyway, aren't you?"
You were. You could feel it building, a coil tightening in your belly. Your slick coated his cock, dripping down onto the toilet seat, making everything obscenely wet. The sounds of their fucking were liquid and loud.
"Any day now." His voice dropped, raw and commanding. "Come onnn."
Your orgasm ripped through, milking him in rhythmic pulses. You cried out, no longer caring who heard, and Kaiser followed right behind her—a guttural groan as he spilled deep inside you.
He stayed buried in you for a moment, and your legs had gone limp around his waist.
"Fuck," he whispered. "That was..."
"Don't say it." You quickly said.
"...messy." He continued.
You didn't have the strength to argue and you were a sticky, dripping mess. His cum leaked out of you, mixing with your own fluids, anf pooling on the toilet seat.
Kaiser pulled out slowly out of you, he grabbed a wad of toilet paper and knelt, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness. You watched him, confused.
"What?" He shrugged, "I'm not a complete asshole."
You snorted, then flinched when the cum kept trickling out. "We need to talk about this."
"Later." He stood, tucking himself back into his pants. "Right now, we have a project to finish."
You opened your mouth to argue, but another wave of exhaustion hit you.
"Same time tomorrow?" he asked, and you couldn't tell if he was joking.
“Shut the fuck up.” You replied, embarrassed you broke your own family tradition.
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: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 7
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
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a/n: sighh I haven’t been posting as much and I’m sorry guys 😢 schools is genuinely kicking my ass… and ive recently been busy playing visual novel games 😭 and I’m back in my creepypasta era. OKAY SORRY. This part contains sex , so beware. 😳
There lay Otoya sprawled out across his bed, limbs spread out like he had collapsed after surviving a war. One arm dangled off the mattress, his blanket halfway on the floor, and a concerning amount of drool clung to the side of his mouth.
Standing around him were Karasu, Yukimiya, and Hiori. The three silently stared down at him like detectives inspecting a suspicious corpse.
Yukimiya adjusted his glasses awkwardly. “Shouldn’t we wake him up…?”
Karasu ignored the question completely and pulled out his phone instead. Without hesitation, he snapped a picture of Otoya’s drooling face. “In a minute…” he yawned.
Hiori crouched down slightly to inspect Otoya closer. “No use,” he said dryly. “He’s dead. Aw shucks.”
Then, casually, he lifted his vape to his lips and inhaled before blowing the smoke directly into Otoya’s face, which caused Otoya to twitch.
Yukimiya immediately frowned and waved the smoke away. “Hiori, it’s early in the morning…”
Hiori only raised a brow before leaning closer toward Yukimiya’s face.
“What’s the issue? I ain’t ever heard you complain when we make-out early in the morning—“
“Okay!” Yukimiya immediately cut him off, face turning bright red as he raised both hands defensively. “We are NOT doing this right now.”
Karasu looked disgusted. “Can you two focus for five seconds?”
Hiori rolled his eyes while Yukimiya quietly died of embarrassment beside him.
Karasu shoved his phone back into his pocket before looking down at Otoya again. “This is what happens when this idiot stays up all night on call with his damn girlfriend.”
“Is she really his girlfriend?” Hiori asked lazily.
Karasu shrugged. “Whether she is or isn’t won’t matter now.”
Without warning, he grabbed Otoya by the shoulders and started shaking him aggressively. Otoya’s head bounced around violently while the drool on his face nearly swung off entirely.
“Ew,” Yukimiya muttered in horror.
Otoya groaned in his sleep, brows furrowing slightly. “Y/n…” he mumbled weakly.
Hiori stared at him for a second before sighing deeply. Then he grabbed Otoya by the hair. “Wake the fuck up!”
Otoya shot upward instantly. His eyes were barely open as he stared at the three blurry figures surrounding him. He squinted hard, looking genuinely confused about why everyone was in his room at this ungodly hour “Huh…?”
Karasu mocked him immediately. “Huh…?” Then he smacked the side of Otoya’s head lightly. “Wake your dumbass up. Ego wants everyone in the main room in twenty minutes. He’s got an announcement.”
Yukimiya gave Otoya a pity thumbs-up before following Karasu toward the door. Hiori took one last hit from his vape before walking out too.
The room went quiet. Otoya sat there for a few seconds in complete silence before groaning loudly and dragging himself out of bed. He stumbled toward the light switch and flicked it on. The bright light immediately assaulted his eyes.
“Stupid Ego…” he muttered, shielding his face dramatically before glancing around the room suspiciously like Ego himself might suddenly appear out of nowhere. Thankfully, no evil bowl-cut man was hiding in the shadows. Otoya dragged himself into the bathroom, splashed water onto his face, and brushed his teeth while staring blankly into the mirror.
Hopefully he’d shower later. Matter of fact, hopefully he washed his hands too.
A few minutes later, Otoya lazily walked through the empty hallways toward the main room. The closer he got, the louder everything became. Conversations echoed through the halls, mixed with yelling, laughter, and arguments from people who clearly didn’t want to be awake either.
When he finally entered the room, everyone was already gathered into their own little groups.
Otoya spotted Karasu, Hiori, and Yukimiya near the corner watching something unfold nearby. “What’s going on—”
Hiori immediately held a hand out to silence him. Otoya blinked before looking toward the scene in front of them.
Reo stood there with crossed arms and the nastiest glare imaginable while Nagi followed behind him looking exhausted.
“Reo, please—” Nagi sighed, reaching toward him.
“Fuck off, Nagi,” Reo snapped while clutching his black phone tightly.
Otoya stared in confusion. “Um…”
“Nagi accidentally locked Reo’s bank account,” Yukimiya explained with a sigh.
“I didn’t mean to,” Nagi groaned.
Before Reo could threaten murder, a loud voice suddenly echoed throughout the room.
“Listen up, you little ugly, sweaty, nasty-ass kids.” Everyone immediately looked up toward the giant monitor mounted above them. Ego Jinpachi appeared on screen looking exactly as evil as usual. “I have—”
“Why did you wake us up so early?” Bachira shouted immediately.
Ego blinked slowly. “Well first—”
“Don’t tell me Ms. Anri broke up with you,” Bachira interrupted again.
“We were never together, so—”
Bachira sighed dramatically. “So this is completely useless…?”
Ego pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it looked painful. “If you would allow me to SPEAK, Bachira!”
He slammed his fist onto the desk which caused the screen shook violently. “Ahem,” Ego cleared his throat. “I’m here to announce that starting today, all of you are allowed to leave the building—”
Bachira let out the loudest scream imaginable. Beside him, Isagi immediately tried covering his mouth. “We’re free!” Bachira yelled anyway.
Ego’s eye twitched. “I’ve had enough of you, Bachira. You’re staying an extra day to clean the locker rooms.”
Bachira froze in horror and the room immediately exploded into laughter.
“Stupid,” Rin muttered from somewhere nearby.
Bachira looked genuinely devastated, but he stayed quiet.
Ego exhaled deeply. “The rest of you are free to leave starting today. Take these next few days seriously. I expect every single one of you back here in a week.” The microphone screeched loudly before Ego leaned closer toward the camera.
“See you little shits later.” The screen shut off instantly.
People started cheering loudly while others immediately sprinted out of the room to pack their things. Conversations exploded everywhere at once about plans, vacations, family visits, food, and freedom.
Otoya looked like he was about to cry tears of joy. Finally. He could see you.
“Yo! Eita, do you wanna hang—” Yukimiya started asking.
But Otoya was already halfway out the room.
“…Okay!” Yukimiya shouted after him.
Karasu only shrugged. “We’ll probably see him again in a few days.”
Because the second Otoya got back to his room, he practically launched himself onto his bed, unlocked his phone, and immediately started spamming your messages like his life depended on it.
Gripping tightly to his phone, he decided to pack his things and waited for you to reply.
You were literally mid anime-bing, on the last episode of Attack on Titan, eyes filled with tears as you were devastated at Eren’s sudden death. You were technically heart broken to witness such hotrible scene. Your husband Eren Yeager has been killed. Tears streaming down your face and snot aswell… your phone rang.
“Great timing.” You thought to yourself, this was a great distraction to take your mind off what happened earlier. Your teary eyes squinted at the contact name.
You groaned, “Not great timing…” you sighed before hesitating to answer. You figured it wasn’t serious until… more messages came in. You groaned and unlocked your phone, the bright screen flash banging you.
You arrived at 9:40, the cold air biting at your cheeks as you settled onto the bench outside the train station. The sky was a pale, a washed-out gray, and the streets were quieter than usual. Sunday mornings always had a kind of quietness to them.
You pulled your headphones from your bag, sliding them over your ears, and scrolled through your playlist until you found something that matched the mood. You leaned back against the bench, letting the music wash over you, your breath fogging in the cold air.
The minutes ticked by. Nine forty-five. Nine fifty. You weren't impatient since you'd learned that waiting for Otoya was an exercise in patience, like waiting for a cat to decide it wanted affection. He'd show up when he showed up, and he'd make it worth the wait.
You were lost in the music, your eyes half-closed, your mind drifting somewhere between the melody and the chill in the air, when a small tap landed on your shoulder.
You jumped and your eyes flew open, your body tensing instinctively, and you whipped around to see Otoya.
He was standing there, his breath pluming in the cold air, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His hair was slightly tousled, and he was wearing that dark jacket you'd seen him in before in one of his posts.
And in his hands, he held a bouquet. Your favorite flowers. These were the ones you'd mentioned offhandedly weeks ago, during a late-night conversation that had meandered through a dozen different topics.
These flowers were the ones with the delicate petals and the soft, sweet scent that reminded you spring. You stared at them, then at him, then back at the flowers.
"You—" you started, your voice catching.
Otoya's smile widened, just a fraction. "What? Did you think I forgot?"
You didn't answer. Instead, you launched yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. The flowers were squished between you, but neither of you seemed to care. He smelled like cologne and cold air.
"You're such a fucking softie," you mumbled into his coat.
"I'm not," he said, but his arms came up to wrap around you, his chin resting on top of your head. "You're just easy to please."
"Shut up." You muttered.
"Make me." He laughed before getting hit in the gut.
You pulled back, your cheeks flushed, and took the bouquet from him. "These are my favorites. How did you remember?"
"I pay attention." He shrugged, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "It's not that hard when you talk so much"
You felt your heart do something stupid and inconvenient. "Okay, whatever. Let's go. I'm starving."
He took you to a little ramen shop tucked away in a side street. Otoya seemed to know the owner who was an older woman with a kind face and flour on her apron. She waved him in without a word and seated you both at a small table near the back.
"You come here a lot?" you asked, settling into your seat.
"Uhh… quite enough." He picked up the menu, but his eyes were on you. "They have the best tonkotsu in the city. Trust me."
You did trust him. Which was probably dangerous, but you were past the point of caring. The ramen was, as promised, incredible. The broth was rich and savory, the noodles perfectly chewy, the chashu so tender it fell apart at the touch of your chopsticks. You ate in comfortable silence, until you spoke up.
"I have to ask," you said, halfway through your bowl. "How long did you wait for that bouquet?"
Otoya paused, his chopsticks hovering over his bowl. "I-I ordered them?”
"Uh-huh." You grinned, propping your chin on your hand. "And when did you order them?"
"...Yesterday." (He actually stole them from a couple who weren’t paying attention)
"Yesterday?" You laughed, the sound bright and genuine. "You really are a softie."
"I'm not—" He cut himself off, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "Just eat your ramen."
You did, but you were smiling the whole time.
The rest of the afternoon blurred together in a haze of warmth and easy conversation. He bought you lunch. Well insisted on it, actually. Afterward, you wandered through the streets, stopping at a little bookstore where you spent twenty minutes arguing about which manga series was better, then at a café where you shared a slice of matcha cheesecake and he stole half of it when you went to grab napkins…
By the time the sun started to dip toward the horizon, the temperature had dropped, and the first few snowflakes were beginning to drift down from the sky.
"My place?" you asked, the question hanging in the air between you.
Otoya looked at you, his expression unreadable. "You sure?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure Otoya.” You laughed.
Otoya then nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, if you say so…”
Your apartment was warm and cozy, the lights dimmed, your cat Yuki was already sprawled across the couch. You kicked off your shoes and gestured vaguely toward the living room.
"Make yourself at home. I'm gonna change into something more comfortable."
Otoya raised an eyebrow. "Should I go with you?"
"Shut it." You disappeared into your bedroom, trading your outfit for a pair of soft fleece shorts and a long sleeve. When you came back out, Otoya had already made himself comfortable, his shoes were off, jacket discarded and lounged onto your couch. Yuki had migrated to his lap, purring loudly as Otoya scratched behind his ears.
"Traitor," you muttered, but you were smiling.
"He likes me," Otoya said, not looking up. "He has good taste."
You rolled your eyes and flopped down onto the couch beside him, grabbing the remote and scrolling through your streaming options. "What do you want to watch?"
"Something scary." He answered
"Scary? Really?" You scoffed.
"What, are you scared?" Otoya said in a teasing tone.
"No—" You paused. "...Maybe."
He laughed, the sound was low and warm. "Pussy."
You ended up picking a horror movie, it was something about a these kids encountering a clown. You'd seen it before, but that didn't stop you from jumping at the jump scares and burying your face in Otoya's shoulder during the tense parts.
He, of course, was insufferable about it. "Scared?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
"No." You muttered.
"You're literally hiding behind me??” He questioned.
"I'm getting comfortable. There's a difference asshole."
"If you say so…” Yeah, he didn’t believe you.
By the time the credits rolled, the snow had started falling in earnest, blanketing the city in a layer of white. You could see it through the window, the flakes drifting past the streetlights like tiny, wandering stars.
"You should stay," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
Otoya turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. It's snowing. It's late. I have a spare blanket."
He studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. Then he nodded, a slow, deliberate motion. "Okay… but in the living room…?” He looked at you with a pout.
You turned slowly before rolling your eyes. “Yes in the living room.”
“But I’m going to be all alone and cold… What if someone jumps me in the middle of the night…” He was practically twirling his hair and fluttering his eyes.
You only stared at him and groaned. “You’re so stupid bro. Fine. Follow me.”
He followed behind you with the dumbest smirk on his face. You glanced back at him once before scoffing quietly under your breath.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself,” you muttered.
“I can’t help it,” Otoya replied easily. “Your hospitality is beautiful.”
You rolled your eyes and pushed open your bedroom door. “Okay, room reveal…” you sighed dramatically before reaching over to switch on the lamp near your bed.
A warm glow spread across the room instantly. Your walls were covered in posters from anime series, old concert prints, and random magazine cutouts. Shelves held rows of manga, tiny figurines, trinkets you’d thrifted over the years, and stacks of folded hoodies shoved beside them. There were LED lights hanging messily near the window, though only half of them worked. Your desk chair had clothes draped over it, and your vanity was cluttered with makeup products and hair clips.
Otoya slowly looked around the room, his eyes moving from shelf to shelf. “Holy shit,” he breathed out. “What a nerd.”
Your jaw dropped in offense. Without hesitation, you grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it straight at his face. It smacked him directly in the nose. “Shut it.”
“OW—” Otoya grabbed the pillow dramatically before rubbing his face. “Violent as hell.”
“You deserved it.” You replied.
“You literally have figurines staring at me from every angle.” He judged.
“And?” You were about to shove your foot up his ass.
“…And it’s terrifying.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Get out.”
He laughed before casually tossing the pillow aside and jumping onto your bed without permission. The mattress dipped instantly under his weight. “So mean,” he sighed dramatically.
You stared at him in disbelief before climbing onto the bed beside him. “I call dibs on the left, so move.”
Otoya glanced at you lazily. “You’re bossy.”
“And you’re taking up half the bed.” You shot back.
Otoya sighed, “That sounds like a you problem.”
You kicked his leg. “Move.”
“Okay, okay damn.” Still laughing under his breath, he scooted over to the right side of the bed. Even then, he somehow still managed to take up way too much space. You crawled under the blanket immediately, wrapping yourself up tightly like a burrito while glaring at him suspiciously.
Otoya laid back against the pillow, turning his head to stare at you.
You stared back. “…What?” you finally asked.
He glanced down at the blanket wrapped tightly around your body. “Let’s not be stingy with the blanket,” he teased. “Remember, I’m a guest.”
Your cheeks warmed almost instantly. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered.
“And yet here I am.”
You groaned softly before lifting the blanket just enough for him to slide underneath too “There. Happy?”
“Very.” He sounded way too satisfied.
You quickly turned off the lamp beside your bed before he could see the embarrassed look on your face. Darkness filled the room almost immediately, leaving only faint moonlight slipping through the curtains.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The room felt strangely calm compared to earlier. The soft hum of your fan filled the silence while the occasional sound of cars passing outside echoed faintly through the walls. You could hear Otoya breathing beside you, slow and relaxed now that he had finally stopped talking for once in his life.
You stared into the dark quietly. It felt weird. Not uncomfortable weird though. It had been a long time since someone else was this close to you without expecting something in return.
Your fingers tightened slightly around the blanket. “Jeez…” you muttered quietly.
“Hm?”
You hesitated for a second before speaking softer. “Goodnight, Otoya… and, um… thank you for everything.” Your voice cracked a little at the end, making you cringe internally.
The room stayed quiet for half a second. Then Otoya laughed softly. “Aw,” he murmured. “I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”
You scoffed quietly. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Too late.” Before you could react properly, you suddenly felt him shift closer. An arm wrapped loosely around your waist and caused you to immediately jumped.
“Otoya!” You tried shoving him away, but he only held onto you tighter while laughing quietly against your shoulder.
“Relax,” he mumbled. “You’re acting like I stabbed you.”
“You literally just grabbed me out of nowhere!” It was obvious you were getting flustered.
“And?” He said, teasing you.
“And move!” You could feel your heart racing even quicker.
“Nooooope.” He held onto you tighter.
“Otoya!” You shouted again.
“Shhh.” His voice dropped softer this time as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Just stay still,” he whispered sleepily. “Goodnight.”
You froze for a moment, feeling the warmth of him against you. His hair tickled your neck slightly every time he breathed, and his arms felt annoyingly secure around you.
You hated how comfortable it was. Slowly, your struggling stopped. A long sigh escaped your lips. “…You’re impossible.”
“Mhm,” he hummed tiredly.
You could already tell he was half asleep.
Your eyes drifted toward the ceiling again while your heartbeat slowly settled back down. Eventually, the warmth beside you stopped feeling overwhelming.
Instead… it just felt nice. Comforting, almost?You shut your eyes with another quiet sigh.
The next morning, you woke up before him.
The apartment was quiet, the snow still falling outside, the world muffled and soft. You decided to make breakfast. French toast, because it was easy and comforting. Eggs, because protein lol?
You moved quietly, pulling out ingredients, whisking eggs and milk, dipping the bread slices until they were soaked through. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the apartment, warm and inviting.
You heard him get up, a soft groan, footsteps padding across the floor. "Smells good."
You turned, and your breath caught in your throat. Otoya was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, shirtless. Where the fuck did his shirt go?!
His hair was messy, still tousled from sleep, and his eyes were heavy-lidded, still half-lost in the haze of waking up. The morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across his chest, across the lines of his shoulders, the dip of his collarbone, the faint outline of his abs.
He knew exactly what he was doing. You could see it in the slight tilt of his lips, the lazy confidence in his posture.
Your face flushed. Your grip on the spatula tightened. "Put a shirt on," you said, your voice coming out a little more strained than you intended.
"Too early." He stretched, raising his arms above his head, and you very deliberately looked away.
"It's almost ten?” You glared at him.
"Exactly. Too early." He shrugged your comment off.
You turned back to the stove, your back to him, willing the heat in your cheeks to subside. "Whatever. Just—sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."
You heard him chuckle, when you risked a glance over your shoulder, he was sitting at the table, his chin propped on his hand, watching every move of yours.
"You're blushing," he said.
"I'm just hot." You said.
"Sure." He laughed, and you tried to ignore the way it made your stomach flip.
Breakfast was good, if you said so yourself. The french toast was golden and crisp on the edges, the eggs fluffy and seasoned just right. Otoya ate like he hadn't had a home-cooked meal in years, polishing off his plate and asking for seconds.
"I'm not your personal chef," you said, but you were already pulling out more bread.
"You're the one who offered." He frowned.
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.
"We should bake cookies," you announced, wiping down the counter.
Otoya looked up from his phone. "Cookies?"
"Cookies. You know, flour, sugar, butter. Cookies."
"I know what cookies are." He set his phone aside, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Why cookies?"
"Why not cookies? It's snowing. It's cold and baking is the only acceptable activity."
He considered this, then shrugged. "Alright..."
The next hour was a mess of flour and sugar and laughter. You pulled out the ingredients, lining them up on the counter. Otoya proved to be surprisingly useless in the kitchen—he could follow instructions, sure, but he had a tendency to get distracted, to sneak spoonfuls of cookie dough when you weren't looking, to flick flour at you when your back was turned.
"You're being annoying," you said, wiping a smudge of flour off your cheek. You were in the middle of shaping the dough into balls when you remembered the small weed oil-based liquid you'd tucked away in the back of your pantry. You paused, a grin spreading across your face.
"Wait. I have an idea."
Otoya raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"
"Only if you want to be." You retrieved the small bottle of liquid from the pantry, holding it up like a trophy. Otoya's eyes widened slightly, a grin spreading across his face.
"Now we're talking."
The cookies turned out... edible. Mostly. A few of them were a little lopsided, and one tray had come out slightly darker than the others, but they were still warm and gooey and perfect. The two of you sat on the couch, passing the plate back and forth, the effects of the... special liquid started to settle in.
You felt light, floaty, your thoughts drifting like the flakes outside.
Otoya was lounging beside you, his arm draped across the back of the couch, his body warm and solid. You could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sweetness of the cookies.
The movie started playing, but neither of you were really watching it. The colors flickered across the screen, the dialogue washing over you like background noise, but your attention was elsewhere.
You were lying on the couch, your head resting on Otoya's lap.
It had happened naturally—a shift of positions, a rearrangement of limbs, until you were settled against him, his thighs warm and firm beneath your head. One of his hands had found its way into your hair, his fingers carding through the strands with a lazy, absentminded rhythm.
You should have felt awkward or nervous. The cookies had made everything soft, pliable, the edges of the world blurred like watercolors. You could feel your heartbeat, slow and steady, could feel the rise and fall of his breathing beneath you.
And then you felt something else. It was subtle at first—just a slight shift, a change in pressure. But then it became impossible to ignore.
His length, hard and insistent, pressing against the back of your head.
Your breath caught. He was trying to hide it, you could tell. His body had tensed, his fingers pausing in your hair, his breathing going shallow and controlled. But there was no hiding it now, not when you were this close, not when you could feel every twitch, every throb against your skull.
A small, pained groan escaped his lips—quiet, barely audible, but you heard it.
Your face flushed. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something electric.
You swallowed, your throat was dry, and you turned your head just enough to look up at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the screen, but there was a flush creeping up his neck, a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there before.
"Otoya," you said, your voice soft.
"Mm?" He muttered.
The low hum of the movie had faded into background noise, replaced by the sound of your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears.
You turned your head, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Otoya."
He didn't respond, but his jaw tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
"Otoya," you repeated, softer this time. "Let me help."
He looked down at you then, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. There was a war inside them—restraint against want, logic against hunger. You watched it play out, watched him lose.
"...Yeah," he said, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. "Yeah, okay."
You shifted, moving off his lap and onto your knees on the floor between his legs. He watched you with that same intense gaze as you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, your fingers brushing against the fabric.
"You sure?" he asked, his hand coming down to cup your cheek.
You didn't answer with words. Instead, you pulled the waistband down, and his cock sprang free, already slick with precum, the tip flushed a deep, angry red.
You didn't hesitate. You leaned in, taking him into your mouth, and the sound he made—a low, guttural groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest—sent a shiver down your spine.
He was thick, heavy on your tongue, and you took your time, savoring the weight of him, the taste of salt and skin. Your hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles flex beneath your fingers as you worked him, bobbing your head slowly at first, then faster.
The whole time, he watched you. His eyes were fixed on your face, on the way your lips stretched around him, on the way your cheeks hollowed as you sucked. His hand found its way into your hair, not pushing, just holding, his fingers tangling in the strands.
"Fuck," he breathed, his hips twitching involuntarily. "You're so good at this."
You moaned around him, the vibration making him groan again. His head fell back against the couch, his throat exposed, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
You took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat, feeling the stretch, the burn. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. The sounds he made, the way his fingers tightened in your hair—it was addicting.
"Shit—" He pulled you off gently, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. "I'm not gonna last if you keep that up."
You grinned, your lips slick and swollen. "That's the point."
He laughed, breathless, and pulled you up into a kiss. "Your turn," he said against your lips.
He laid you back on the couch, your legs hanging over the armrest. He settled between them, his shoulders pushing your thighs apart, his breath hot against your core. You were already wet, slick and aching, and he made a sound of approval when he saw you.
"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb tracing your folds. "Soaked."
"Stop talking," you managed, your voice breathless.
He grinned, dark and wicked, and then his mouth was on you. He was slow at first, teasing, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit, drawing out soft moans from your lips. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
You squirmed, your hips bucking against his face, but he only pressed you harder into the couch. His tongue dipped inside you, then back up, never quite giving you enough.
"Otoya," you whimpered.
He hummed against you, the vibration making your toes curl. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside you, curling against that spot that made your vision go white. He worked you methodically, relentlessly, his eyes never leaving your face. He watched every expression, every gasp, every shudder.
You felt the pressure building, coiling tight in your belly. Your hands fisted in the couch cushions, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I'm—" You couldn't finish the sentence.
He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers pumped inside you. He was relentless, driving you higher, higher, until the tension snapped and you shattered.
Warm liquid gushed from you, soaking his face, his chin, the couch beneath you. You cried out, your body arching off the cushions as the orgasm ripped through you.
He pulled back, laughing, his face glistening. "Holy shit."
You were too dazed to respond, your chest heaving, your limbs trembling.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning. "You're full of surprises."
He flipped you over, guiding you onto your hands and knees on the couch. His hands gripped your hips, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Just—fuck me already." You insisted.
He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed into you in one slow, steady thrust, and you both groaned at the feeling. He was deep, filling you completely, and the stretch was perfect. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, then began to move.
His pace was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. But it didn't stay slow for long.
His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he picked up speed. He fucked you harder, faster, his hips slapping against your ass with a rhythm that matched the beat of the music playing in the background.
“No romance is quite like ours…” “When I move myself around my room sweetheart…”
Your moans filled the room and mingling with his groans. He shoved your head deeper into the couch cushions, your face pressing against the fabric, your body completely surrendered to him.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Been thinking about this. Thinking about you."
All you could do was whimper, your legs trembling, your body already oversensitive from your previous orgasm.
"You came already?" He laughed, breathless. "We're not done yet."
He drove into you again and again, chasing his own release. You were a mess—moaning, whimpering, clawing at the cushions. Your second orgasm hit you without warning, a raw, guttural cry torn from your throat.
That seemed to push him over the edge. His thrusts became sloppy, his breath ragged, and he pulled out just in time, spilling hot and thick across your ass. You felt the warmth spread, felt it drip down your skin.
He collapsed beside you on the couch, both of you panting, slick with sweat. The room was silent except for your breathing and the soft hum of the music. He left a trail of hickeys along your shoulder, your neck and your collarbone. You were too exhausted to protest since your eyes were already fluttering shut.
The last thing you registered was the warmth of his body beside you, his arm draping over your waist, pulling you close. Then you were gone.
The next morning you woke up with a slight groan. The morning light was pale and gray, filtering through the snow-covered window. The couch was empty. The apartment was quiet.
You sat up slowly, your body aching in ways that made the previous night flood back in a rush of heat and embarrassment and something dangerously close to hope. You looked around and realized he was gone.
You checked your phone, maybe he texted you? But you checked and there was… Nothing. You waited to wait a couple of hours. And then finally, a message came through.
You excitedly grabbed your phone, almost dropping it.
You stared at the screen, reading it over and over, trying to find something hidden between the lines.
Ofcourse he didn't respond. Maybe you were overthinking it? Maybe he’d respond later Which was what you told yourself…
You would send him random images or texts throughout the hours. Eventually, you were just talking to yourself in the chat, a one-sided conversation you couldn't let go of.
It was starting to get to you. It was already 10 PM. Was he still busy? You weren’t sure but this was really making you feel sick to your stomach. You wished you hadn’t grabbed your phone and texted him that specific message.
It showed he read your message, the small chat bubble showed he was typing but it stopped a few seconds after. You furrowed your brows and decided to call, but it went straight to voicemail. You tried Instagram but it showed his account was gone. Meaning he had blocked you.
The realization hit you like a physical blow, a punch to the gut. He had played you. He had used you, taken what he wanted, and disappeared. You sat on the edge of your bed, your phone clutched in your hand, staring at the empty chat. The taste of bile rose in your throat.
You felt sick. How could you be so stupid to think he actually liked you? You sat there, staring directly at the floor. This was why you didn't date. This was why you kept people at arm's length, because they always left. They always took a piece of you and walked away like it meant nothing.
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: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 6
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
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a/n: guess whos bavk… back again… okay pls don’t attack me… I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! sibling bond with sae is here 😳😳 okay enjoy your happiness while it lasts
Your alarm blasted through the room in the morning, and with a groan, you immediately slapped a hand over the snooze button, giving yourself ten more minutes of sleep without even thinking about it.
A thin strip of sunlight slipped through a gap in your curtain and landed right across your face. You frowned, pulling the blanket higher over your head.
A few seconds later, the alarm went off again.
You ignored it this time too, hoping that if you just stayed perfectly still and pretended the world did not exist, it would somehow stop on its own.
It did not. You sighed, rolled over twice, then finally sat up with your hair a mess and your eyes half shut. Reaching for your phone, you angrily turned the alarm off and squinted at the screen.
10:36. You scoffed and flopped back onto the bed. “Still early…” you muttered, already sinking back into the mattress. A little bit of drool had escaped the corner of your mouth, but you were far too tired to care. You were this close to falling back asleep too. So close. Then your phone started ringing with your favorite song.
You groaned and stabbed a finger at the screen. “Who the fuck is calling me?”
The contact name made you roll your eyes immediately. Of course. You answered, barely lifting the phone to your ear.
“Hey, good morning, beautiful—”
“What could you possibly want, Eita!?” you shouted, cutting him off before he could get comfortable. “I’m trying to fucking sleep.”
There was a pause on the other end. Then Otoya laughed nervously. “…I am sorry? But it’s almost eleven.”
“And?”
“No one should be waking up this late when they have plans,” he said, like that should have made sense to you.
That made you freeze for a second. Plans?Your brain took a moment to process the word. Then it hit you all at once. “…Oh my god.”
You shot upright so fast your blanket slid off the bed. “Sae!”
You practically threw your phone onto the mattress and immediately started digging through your closet like a woman possessed. Clothes were yanked off hangers, tossed onto the floor, and shoved into piles all over your room. You were already forgetting what you were even looking for because your entire brain had gone blank with panic.
From your bed, Otoya’s muffled voice kept coming through the phone.
“Hello? Y/n? Hey—what’s going on? Did you die?”
“Shut up!” you yelled back over your shoulder while half-buried in your wardrobe.
You grabbed your phone again just long enough to speak into it. “God, you’re a lifesaver. I’ll call you when I’m back! Thanks!”
“Wait—”
You hung up before he could finish.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” In less than two minutes, your room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Clothes were on your chair, your bed, your floor, and somehow one sock had ended up across the room. Your phone buzzed again and again, and you assumed it was Sae, probably wondering why you weren’t answering.
You had completely forgotten about your hangout with him.
The plan had been simple. You and Sae were supposed to go to the mall, walk around, shop a little, and maybe eat somewhere while he acted like buying your stuff was no big deal. He had insisted on paying as a thank-you, and you had never bothered asking him why. You figured he’d explain in person.
Now there was no time to think about that.
You grabbed a matching set of underwear, a lace bra, and rushed into the bathroom. By then, the hot water had started running, filling the room with steam. You set everything down on the counter in a hurry. Your brush, hairdryer, makeup, jeans, studded belt, and the jacket Otoya had gotten for you. That jacket had become one of your favorites.
You stripped off your sleep clothes, tossed them into the laundry basket, and stepped into the shower with a sigh. You knew you were on a time limit, so naturally your brain decided that meant absolutely nothing.
You still spent too long washing your hair. You still took your time rinsing off. You even brushed your teeth in the shower because, at this point, you didn’t want to be late.
By the time you got out, you were still moving fast, drying off completely before slipping into your undergarments. Then you blow-dried your hair, deciding to put on your clothes first and do your makeup after.
That turned out to be the better choice, because once you were dressed, you could actually see what you were doing.
You pulled on your jeans, fixed the studded belt around your waist, and slipped into the cropped top you’d picked earlier. Then you sectioned your hair into two pigtails, leaving the rest loose around your shoulders. A few final touches with your makeup later, and you were finally standing in front of the mirror again, catching your breath.
You gave yourself a small twirl. Then your eyes landed on the jacket. “Right—” You snatched it from the bed and threw it on over your outfit.
It was now 12:02 PM, so you were still good. You grabbed your phone and checked Sae’s message.
You stared at it for half a second. “Fuck.”
No time for a proper selfie, which annoyed you for a whole separate reason. So instead, you quickly posed in front of your mirror about ten different ways, snapping photos like your life depended on it. One of them HAD to come out decent. You were already halfway down the stairs when your phone buzzed again, but you ignored it for the moment and raced outside.
A car honked from down the street.
Then again AND again… You barely made it to the curb before Sae rolled the window down and shouted, “Hurry the fuck up! I’ve got people staring at me here.”
You rushed over and practically threw yourself into the passenger seat. The second you were in, you slammed the door shut and fastened your seatbelt.
“Jeez,” you huffed, catching your breath. “So impatient.”
“Hey,” he said, starting to drive, “I’m the one picking you up. You don’t get to complain.”
“Whateveerrr.” You leaned back with a dramatic sigh.
Then he glanced over at you. “Nice jacket.”
You looked at him and smiled a little. “Thanks. Some guy bought it for me.”
Sae’s eyes shifted toward you. “Guy? Since when do you have a boyfriend?”
“Not my boyfriend.” you said immediately. “We’re just friends.”
“Sure. Sure.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “His name is Otoya. He’s in the same program as your brother.”
At that, Sae’s expression changed just slightly. He knew exactly who Otoya was. Rin had complained about nearly everyone in Blue Lock, and Otoya’s name had definitely come up before. Sae could have said something, but he decided not to ruin the moment.
Instead, he just gave a small, stiff nod. “Mm. Nice.”
You turned your head toward him. “What?”
“Nothing.” Then, a beat later, his mouth twitched. “Speaking of Rin, he contacted me last night.”
Your face brightened. “Aw, that’s really good, Sae.”
He gave a small laugh, but it sounded more relieved than amused. “Yeah. Which is why I’m taking you shopping as a thank-you. He told me about his conversation with you yesterday. I honestly thought we’d never speak again.”
“Don’t start crying now,” you teased.
He let out a breath through his nose. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
“It was a little bit of a deal,” you corrected gently. “But it’s fine. I just think siblings should talk things out.”
Sae looked away for a second. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Hard to believe he’s in a relationship now. I really didn’t think he was into men.”
You laughed. “Really? I don’t know. Being locked up with a bunch of guys changes people.”
Sae rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Then you looked back at him. “What about you?”
He blinked. “What about me?”
“Don’t you have a partner?”
Sae's grip on the steering wheel tightened almost imperceptibly. "No…" He was getting traumatizing flashbacks from his previous relationship.
"I see," you said, drawing out the words with obvious amusement.
He shot you that flat, unimpressed stare he'd perfected over years of dealing with reporters and fans. "Can we drop this?”
"Fine, fine." You held up your hands in mock surrender. "But I'm gonna remember this." You filed the information away for later, tucking it into the growing collection of ammunition you had against him. "Okay, I won't ask any more questions—oh, by the way, is it safe to be in public?"
Sae nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly now that the conversation had shifted. "It should be fine." He paused. "I hope," he added, and there was a dry edge to his voice that made you snort.
He pulled into the mall's sprawling parking lot, the overhead lights casting long shadows across the rows of cars. The evening crowd was thinning, but there were still plenty of people milling about. You spotted a prime spot that was close to the entrance, wide enough that Sae's car wouldn't get dinged, practically glowing with parking lot real estate energy.
"Oh, there should be a spot right there—" You pointed, your voice bright with victory. And then, like a goddamn villain from a movie, a blue sports car roared past you, engine screaming, and slid into the spot.
"Fucking asshole." You leaned forward in your seat, your eyes fixed on the obnoxious vehicle. "Can this fucker not see us—!?"
Sae sighed, the sound long-suffering and resigned. He reached into the center console, pulling out a cigarette and pressing it between his lips without lighting it. "The windows are tinted... please don't do something stupid—"
But you were already unbuckling your seatbelt. "Sit tight," you said, your voice deceptively calm.
"Wait—" The door slammed shut behind you, cutting off whatever sentence he was about to make. The evening air was cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and fried food from the food court vents. Your shoes clicked against the asphalt as you marched toward the blue car.
It was a nice car, you'd give them that. Some kind of modified import, matte blue with racing stripes and aftermarket rims that probably cost more than your outfit. The kind of car that screamed look at me in the most desperate way possible. God. How annoying.
You pulled up to the driver's side window and started knocking aggressively. Each rap of your knuckles against the glass was a punctuation mark in your growing irritation.
"Hey." "Hey, fucker!"
The window rolled down with a smooth electric hum, revealing the driver—a man with half-dyed blonde and blue hair that looked like it had seen better days, rose tattoo on his neck and a general air of exhaustion that didn't quite match his flashy vehicle. He wasn't even looking at you directly, his gaze fixed somewhere on the dashboard.
"Can I help you...?" he muttered, his voice flat.
"Yeah, you can." You planted your hands on your hips. "Matter of fact, get the fuck out of the car."
The man finally turned to look at you, blinking slowly like he was processing your words through a thick fog of fatigue. "Look, I have places to go... I am sorry for taking your parking spot, but I needed this more than you two, okay?"
He sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. There was something about the gesture that seemed almost... pathetic. Like he was running on fumes and spite.
You scoffed, your temper flaring. "Look, I don't give a fuck—" And then two hundred-dollar bills appeared in front of your face, held between his fingers like a peace offering.
"Look, why don't you take this and buy something nice for yourself, huh?" He scratched at his half-dyed hair again, the gesture desperate and almost endearing in a sad sort of way. "Okay, sweetheart? A little trade?"
You stared at the money. Two. Hundred. Dollars. For a parking spot. Your brain short-circuited. The anger drained out of you like someone had pulled a plug, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated greed. You snatched the bills out of his hand with the speed of a striking cobra, and when you spoke, your voice had gone from furious to saccharine sweet in the span of a heartbeat.
"Ahaha... you could've just said so... have a good day!"
The blonde man gave you a weak thumbs-up, his expression still dazed. The window rolled back up, and you practically skipped back to Sae's car, the two hundred dollars clutched in your hand like a trophy. You slid back into the passenger seat, grinning like a cat who'd swallowed a canary.
Sae was staring at you, his cigarette holder unlit and forgotten in his mouth. His expression was one of pure, unfiltered judgment. "Why the fuck are you so jolly?"
"Oh, nothing!" You waved a hand airily. "Go ahead and drive!"
Sae squinted at you, clearly debating whether he wanted to know the details. He decided against it and pulled the car forward, circling the lot for what felt like an eternity before finally finding a spot three levels up in the parking garage.
It took him twenty minutes to find a parking spot.
But you were too busy with your phone to care, scrolling through your camera roll to find the perfect selfie.
You tagged Otoya in it, because of course you did. Part of you wanted to see his reaction. Wanted him to see you looking good in his jacket. But when you checked your phone a few minutes later, all you got was a like. Just a like. Bummer.
You huffed, locking your phone and slipping it into your pocket. Whatever. You weren't going to let his lack of response ruin your day. You had shopping to do, and Sae's wallet was ripe for the picking.
The mall was alive with the usual evening crowd—groups of teenagers clustered around the food court, couples walking hand in hand, mothers wrangling screaming children. The fluorescent lights cast a warm glow over everything, and the ambient noise of chatter and music filled the air.
You and Sae walked side by side, a comfortable rhythm settling between you. He was quiet, as usual, but there was a relaxed set to his shoulders that hadn't been there before. Every now and then, a fan would approach—usually someone who recognized him from soccer coverage or magazine spreads.
"Excuse me, are you Itoshi Sae?"
"Can I get a picture?"
"Your last match was incredible—"
Each time, Sae would nod stiffly, pose for the photo, and then move on without engaging further. It was efficient and you watched him navigate the attention with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
And then, to your surprise, a couple of girls approached you.
"Oh my god, are you on Instagram? You look exactly like a model—"
"Can we get a picture with you?"
You blinked, genuinely caught off guard. "Uh... sure?" They snapped a few photos, complimented your jacket, and scampered off, giggling. You stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened.
"Wow," Sae said, a hint of smugness creeping into his voice. "You look the part."
"I didn't even do anything," you muttered, but there was a smile tugging at your lips.
"So, I was thinking," you said, practically bouncing on your shoes as you came to a stop in front of the mall directory. "You said go for it, right? No limits?"
Sae's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Caution or regret. (LOL) "Yeah, go for it. It's not like I have anything to do with this money."
Inside your head, an alarm went off. Sirens and lights and confetti raining down because holy shit, he actually said that out loud.
"Oh, Sae." You grinned, the expression sharp and predatory. "You really shouldn't have said that."
The next three hours were a blur of shopping bags, credit card swipes, and the slow, agonizing death of Sae's dignity.
You hit every store in the mall. Every single one. The high-end boutiques, the department stores, the little niche shops that sold handcrafted jewelry and alt clothing. You dragged Sae through racks of clothes, made him hold your purse while you tried on shoes, and forced him to give his opinion on at least seventeen different outfits.
"Is this cute?!" You held up a set of matching bra and underwear—lace, deep burgundy, delicate straps that looked expensive and felt even more so.
Sae stared at the lingerie, clearly uninterested. "Yeah." His voice was flat, his expression carefully blank. "Just get them all in the same color."
You cackled and threw three more sets into the cart. By the time you were done, Sae's arms were loaded with bags. Shopping bags dangled from every finger, hung from his wrists, threatened to topple over with every step. He looked like a pack mule in designer sneakers.
"Okay," he said, his voice strained, "we need to go back to the car."
"Already? But we haven't finished—"
"We need to go back to the car."
You relented, mostly because you couldn't carry any more bags either. The two of you made the road back to the parking garage, loading the trunk with your haul until it was packed to bursting. Then because you were a nice friend, you dragged him back inside.
Another hour passed. The mall was starting to empty out now, the stores dimming their lights as closing time approached. Sae had acquired another seven bags, and his expression had gone from neutral to something approaching existential despair.
"It's almost eight," he said, checking his watch. "We need to go."
"Just one more store!"
"You said that three stores ago."
"Please!"
He sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. He didn't say it out loud, but you could see it his face that he wasn’t resisting.
After you'd finally exhausted the mall's supply of things to buy (and Sae's patience), you insisted on buying him dinner. With his money because you were a terrible person.
"Come on," you said, tugging him toward the food court. "I'm starving."
"You spent thousands of my dollars and you're taking me to the food court?"
"The sushi place here is actually good, I swear."
Sae looked at you like you'd grown a second head. But he followed anyway, settling into a plastic chair at a cheap table while you ordered two plates of the least expensive sushi on the menu. It was ridiculous, spending a fortune on clothes and then eating budget sushi. But the way Sae's lips twitched when he took his first bite told you he didn't mind.
"See?" you said, pointing at him with your chopsticks. "Told you it was good."
"It's acceptable."
"Wowie!!" You said excitedly.
He sighed, “It’s as if I have a younger sister.”
It was 9:34 PM when Sae pulled up in front of your apartment building. The street was quiet, the porch light casting a warm glow over the front steps.
"Thanks for today," you said, unbuckling your seatbelt. "Seriously. I had a lot of fun."
Sae nodded, his hands still on the steering wheel. "Mm."
"And I promise I'll pay you back someday."
"You don't have to."
"I know. But I will." You paused, then added, "Maybe."
That earned you the ghost of a smile. "Get inside before I change my mind about the bags."
You laughed, gathering as many shopping bags as you could carry (which was not all of them—it took three trips to get everything inside). By the time you finally collapsed onto your bed, surrounded by your haul, Yuki was already there, perched on your pillow like a tiny, judgmental monarch.
"Yuki!! My baby!" You cooed, scooping him up and burying your face in his fur. He purred, kneading your chest with his paws.
Your phone buzzed. You unlocked it, still cuddling your cat, and checked Instagram.
"Oh? Otoya posted?"
You tapped on his story, and the screen filled with his face. Dear god. His face. The sharp jawline, the lazy smirk, the way the lighting caught his eyes just right. You felt your heart do a little flip-flop that was entirely unwarranted given the circumstances.
Holy glaze, you thought, and immediately felt embarrassed for it.
But then the irritation set in. He had time to post himself looking like that, but he couldn't reply to your text? The audacity. The sheer, unadulterated audacity. You decided, then and there, that you were going to be a problem.
You lit a small blunt, the familiar herbal aroma filling your bedroom. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling as you leaned back against your pillows, Yuki settling on your stomach like a weighted blanket. Posing and staring directly at the camera, you snapped a selfie and waited for him to also… reply.
To be even more petty you also decided to post the haul Sae got you… which he also immediately also replied to.
You snickered, locked your phone, and set it on the nightstand. You didn't mean to fall asleep… but the combination of the general exhaustion of the day pulled you under like a tide. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was Otoya's chat, frozen on your screen. Sorry not sorry, Otoya!
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: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 5
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
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a/n: hi guys im back. IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING LONG. I LITERALLY WAS STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WRITE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. BUT NOW I FIGURED IT OUT. ahahha tiny nsfw in the end🤤
Ever since you had forgiven him, he seemed a lot clingier than usual. Months passed, and your relationship with him only grew stronger, which you honestly did not mind.
Every morning, he was the first to text you a simple “Good morning.” In the afternoons, it was usually a casual “hey, wyd?” Your conversations never seemed to run dry.
At this point, it almost felt like it would have been easier to just call each other instead of typing out every little thing. Still, it became a normal part of your day. Like a routine. One that repeated itself over and over without either of you seeming to get tired of it.
Otoya had a habit of slipping in flirty comments like it was nothing. Surprisingly they bold enough to make you pause every single time. You would be staring at your screen, rereading the same message over and over, your lips pressed together while your heart did something stupid in your chest.
It was not just a one-time thing either. Over the past few months, he had been consistent with it—compliments, teasing, little comments. ANYTHING.
And somehow… it was working. That was the problem.
You leaned back against your pillow, staring up at the ceiling. No way. No actual way you—you—were catching feelings for him.
You knew exactly what kind of person he was. You saw the signs early on. He was the type you told yourself to stay away from.
A walking red flag.
And yet you rolled onto your side, grabbing your phone again, your thumb hovering over the chat. lol
“…Whatever,” you muttered under your breath.
You convinced yourself it was okay, the green streak in his hair definitely covered his red flags. Either ways, It did not feel like enough to stop you.
You didn’t even realize how fast you were moving until you were already sprawled out across your bed, one arm hanging off the side while your other hand lifted your phone.
You pressed the FaceTime button and waited.
Your own face stared back at you in the glossy screen for a few seconds before the call connected. Otoya had propped his phone up somewhere on a table, the camera angle slightly too low, making the whole thing look like he had no idea what he was doing.
Then his face popped up. “WHATS UP YOUTUBE!” he shouted immediately, throwing his arms up like he was about to start a whole performance.
You snorted so hard you nearly dropped the phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He stood up even straighter, flexing both arms with way too much confidence. “Do you like what you see?”
You squinted at him, but your attention drifted to the background behind him. There were a few guys moving around in the room, and one of them with brown hair caught your eye.
Your mouth fell open. “OMG, is that Yukimiya?”
You leaned so close to the screen that your nose nearly touched it, trying to get a better look. The quality was horrible, though, so it was hard to tell.
Otoya turned his head, then sighed dramatically. “Huh? No, that’s Bachira.”
“Bachira?” you repeated, louder than you meant to.
At the sound of his name, the brown-haired boy snapped his head toward the phone. In only a second, he was bouncing over to Otoya with a grin so big it practically filled the screen.
And then you realized Otoya had been right. That wasn’t Yukimiya.. oops.
This guy had a messy yellow bob, bright eyes. Your own face lit up. “OMG, he’s so cute!”
Bachira practically lunged for the phone before Otoya could stop him. The screen jolted as he shoved his face into it. “HIII NEW FRIEND! I’M BACHIRA MEGURU!”
You laughed, instantly matching his energy. “HI MEGURU! YOU’RE SO CUTE!”
From somewhere in the background, Otoya’s voice cut in, offended and loud. “Bachira, give me my fucking phone!”
Bachira ignored him completely, still grinning at you through the screen. “Otoya, is this the girl you mentioned in the groupchat?”
You blinked. “Groupchat?”
Before you could even ask anything else, the screen went black for half a second as Otoya yanked the phone back. When the camera came back on, it was zoomed in on his face, and he looked deeply annoyed now. “Jeez,” he muttered. “How annoying.”
You laughed again, unable to help it. “Wow, there’s so many cuties there.”
Otoya immediately frowned. “Hey. You’re supposed to be focused on me.”
“Whatever bro,” you said, still laughing. “So… you talk about me?”
Otoya’s jaw clenched.
You grinned. “Oh? You do talk about me?”
He pulled the phone farther away from his face and looked off to the side. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing serious.”
“Aw,” you teased, putting on your sweetest voice. “You love me so much you talk about me to your friends?”
You could practically hear the silence on his end. He was blushing and that made your smile grow wider.
Otoya scoffed and shook his head. “What.”
Right then, he shifted the phone a little, and the angle caught more of the room behind him. A few people were moving around, voices overlapping, and someone in the distance looked like they were arguing over something stupid. Then Otoya checked the screen and frowned again.
“Your food should be here in a minute,” he said, sounding weirdly casual now, like he was trying to save face after getting embarrassed.
Your eyes widened in surprise. You had almost forgotten. “Oh,” you said, and then the knock on your front door rang out at the exact same time. Your face lit up. “Food!” You practically dropped the phone and ran out of the room.
The call stayed connected, though. Otoya was left alone on-screen, staring at your empty bed with a very awkward expression on his face. He scratched the back of his head. “Awkward…”
Before he could say anything else, a deep voice came from behind him. “Otoya.”
He flinched so hard it was almost funny. You could barely see the person at first, only a tall figure stepping into the edge of the frame. Otoya’s whole body tensed up immediately.
“What’s up, Rin?” he asked, sounding way less confident now.
Rin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the phone. “What the fuck are you doing looking at the screen like that?”
Otoya cleared his throat. “On call… with a friend.”
At that exact second, your voice floated through the speaker from the other room “Otoya! They forgot my ranch!”
There was a brief pause and Rin raised a brow.
You came back into view a few seconds later, holding your food tray in one hand and a fry in the other. You walked into the kitchen while chewing, then set the phone up against a water bottle so you could keep talking while you fixed the missing ranch situation.
“Otoya—” You stopped.
A second voice was now on the call.
You stared at the screen, then at the tall dark-haired guy standing behind Otoya.
“Uh…” You tilted your head. “Who’s that?”
Rin’s eyes shifted to the phone, and you could see his expression flatten a little as he processed your face.
“Me?” he asked.
“Yeah?” you said at the exact same time.
Then you both froze. Your eyes widened when you got a better look at him. It took maybe two seconds before your brain caught up.
“Holy shit,” you blurted. “You look so much like—”
“Itoshi Sae,” he said flatly, already sounding tired of the conversation.
And in the background, Otoya completely lost it. You could hear him crashing out before you even looked over. He was pacing now with one hand on his head. “Of course,” he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Of fucking course.”
You blinked a few times, still staring at Rin. “Wait… are you…?”
“His younger brother,” Rin said. “Yes.”
His tone made it sound like he had been asked the most obvious question in the world. Then, almost like he couldn’t resist, he added, “Why? Does he talk shit about me?”
That pulled a small laugh out of you. You set your plate down and leaned closer to the phone, resting your hands on the counter.
“Actually, it’s better than that,” you said. “He mentions you every time he and I hang out.”
Rin’s expression shifted for the slightest second. Not much, just enough for you to notice. A little irritation and a little surprise.
“Really?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. You should definitely unblock him though.”
Rin stared at you for a second like he was deciding whether that was advice or an insult.
“I’ll think about it,” he muttered. Then his gaze narrowed slightly.
“Aren’t you that girl from those dating rumors with my brother?”
You nearly choked on air. “Uh… yeah?” You scratched the back of your neck. “But we’re not dating. He told me he wasn’t interested in dating.”
Rin gave a quiet hum and looked away like he didn’t care nearly as much as he sounded
“Okay.” That was all he said before he started walking off, disappearing from the edge of the camera like the conversation had already bored him.
Otoya immediately leaned back into view, pointing at the screen like he was trying to reclaim the entire call.
“Hey don’t just forget about me.” Otoya said loudly.
You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth. “You’re jealous.”
He made an offended noise and rubbed his face with one hand. “I’m not…?”
“Sure.” You glanced at the tray and then back at him, still smiling. You leaned back in your chair, a half-eaten chicken sandwich dangling from your fingers.
Otoya’s face appeared first blurry, then sharpening into that familiar smirk you’d grown used to over the past few weeks. His hair was slightly damp, pushed back from his forehead, and the low light of his room made his eyes gleam with something unreadable.
“Gosh, I guess I attract quite the crowd, huh?” you said, digging your hands into the brown paper bag that sat beside your vase. The rustle of the bag punctuated your words, and you pulled out another fry, popping it into your mouth with exaggerated satisfaction.
Otoya’s camera angle shifted—he must have adjusted his phone—and suddenly you could see more of him. “I deadass can’t call you in peace. Why is everything so fixed on you?” His tone was teasing, but there was a genuine edge of irritation beneath it.
You shrugged, licking salt off your thumb. “Dunno. I guess I have a lot of aura.” You grinned, then remembered your manners. “Anyways, thank you, eitaaaa!” You formed a small heart with your fingers, pressing it against the camera as if he could feel it through the screen.
Otoya scratched the back of his head, looking away for a second. “No big deal…” he mumbled, then his gaze snapped back. “Oh, did you ever open the package I sent you?”
Mid-bite into your chicken sandwich, you froze. The breading crunched between your teeth as you chewed slowly, processing his words. “That was you?” You set the sandwich down, wiping your fingers on a napkin. “Oh my god, I was scared some weird creep knew my home address. I almost threw it out.”
He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made your stomach flip. “No shit? I swore I told you like a week ago. I even texted you the tracking number.”
“Not gonna lie, I don’t really open packages… what was in it, though?” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued.
“Uh… just something…” He trailed off, a sly smile playing on his lips.
You raised a brow before pushing yourself up from the chair. “Okay, package reveal time?!” You scanned the room, trying to remember where you’d tossed the nondescript box. “I’m not sure where I threw it…”
“Oh, so we’re just throwing my gifts around now?” Otoya’s voice dripped with mock offense, and you could almost hear the grin in his words.
You laughed, the sound echoing in your small apartment as you shuffled through piles of clothes and old textbooks. Your eyes landed on the corner near your closet—a brown parcel peeking out from behind a stack of shoes. “Ah! Found it. It’s kinda fat... What did you buy me now?” You grabbed it, the weight surprising you, and plopped back down in front of the camera. Your forgotten sandwich sat cooling on the desk.
“I figured… you’d like it.” His voice softened, losing its teasing edge. “I saw it online and figured you may want it.”
You tore the bag open, the tape giving way with a satisfying rip. Inside, nestled in crinkled tissue paper, was a black jacket. The material was thick, high-quality—and the hood was lined with plush, dark fur that looked impossibly soft. You held it up, the weight of it heavy and comforting in your hands.
“O-M-G.” Your voice climbed an octave. “NO FUCKING WAY! OTOYA, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO!” You stood up, holding the jacket against your body, feeling the fur brush against your cheek. The lining was silky, and the sleeves hung just a little long—perfect for an oversized, cozy look. “I’m literally gonna kiss you.”
Otoya’s composure cracked. A flush crept up his neck, and he let out a breathy chuckle, scratching the back of his head again. “I don’t know, guys… I think she likes it.” He shifted, the phone angle wobbling as he adjusted his posture. His ego was clearly inflated, but there was a nervous energy in the way he kept touching his hair.
“Bro, if you were here, I’d literally make out with you—no way, you did a good job.” You meant every word. The jacket was perfect—stylish, warm, and utterly unexpected. You draped it over the back of your chair and sat down, still buzzing with excitement.
Your praise hit him like a physical blow. He coughed, his eyes dropping to his lap for a brief moment before meeting yours again. “Gee… stop it. I’m getting hard.” The words came out low, almost a mutter, but the camera picked them up clearly.
You cringed, your cheeks heating. “I did not need to know that.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault I can’t control myself.” He scoffed, but his lips twitched into a smirk. “You should try it on. I want to see how it fits.”
You glanced at the jacket, then back at the camera. “Maybe tomorrow. I have plans with Sae. I might as well make the fit worth it.”
Otoya’s expression shifted. His smile faded, replaced by a flat, unreadable look. He stared at you for a long moment, and the silence stretched thin. “You still talk to him?”
You furrowed your brows, confused by the sudden shift. “Why wouldn’t I? We literally text each other every day. He’s my friend.”
“I dunno… it’s weird.” He looked away, jaw tightening.
“How is that weird?” You pressed, leaning forward. “We’ve been friends for months. It’s not like I’m going to drop him just because—”
“Never mind.” He sighed, cutting you off. The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken jealousy.
You both stayed quiet. The hum of the laptop fan filled the void. You picked at the edge of the jacket’s sleeve, unsure what to say. Finally, Otoya broke the silence.
“I should probably go shower now. I don’t want Ego getting mad at me for being late to practice tomorrow.” He picked up the phone, the camera jostling as he walked into a hallway. You caught a glimpse of a tidy room, a poster of some band on the wall, before the angle settled on his face again.
“What’s up with that dude? He’s so strict.” You laughed, grateful for the change in topic.
“You should see him with the others… the favoritism goes crazy.” He chuckled, but the sound was hollow. “He lets Isagi get away with shit, but the rest of us? One wrong step and we’re running laps until we puke.”
You shook your head, smiling. “Right… but anyways, thank you for the food and the jacket. I love it.” You said the last words softly, meaning them.
Otoya’s expression softened. “It’s whatever, baby.”
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your girlfriend.”
He stopped walking. The camera steadied as he leaned against a wall, his face inches from the lens. “What if I want you to be?”
The question hung in the air, charged and honest. Your heart hammered, but you kept your voice steady. “Ask me properly, and we’ll see.”
“Right, right.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Goodnight. Love you.” The words came easily, as if he’d been holding them back for weeks.
You froze. “Whatever.” You waited for him to hang up, but he didn’t.
“Say it back.” His voice was low, commanding.
“Are you serious—”
“Yes.” He didn’t blink.
You groaned loudly, the sound echoing in your room. “Goodnight.”
“…And?”
“I’M NOT SAYING I LOVE YOU.” You yelled at the phone, then jabbed the end-call button before he could respond.
The screen went dark. You stared at your reflection in the black glass, your cheeks flushed, your breath uneven. The jacket laid across your chair, a silent testament to the boy who had just made your heart race and your stomach twist.
As for Otoya. The water was scalding hot, almost punishing, but Otoya welcomed it. He stood under the spray, hands braced against the cool tiles as rivulets streamed down his back, tracing the lines of his shoulders, his spine, the dip of his waist. The bathroom was thick with steam, fogging the mirror until his reflection became nothing but a ghostly silhouette in the haze.
But the heat did nothing to ease the tension coiling in his gut. He couldn't stop thinking about you. The way you said "I'm literally gonna kiss you" with that breathless, excited voice that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
His cock was already hard—had been hard since the call ended. The ache was persistent, throbbing, pressing painfully against the inside of his thigh as he stood there, trying to breathe through it.
"Fuck." The word escaped him like a surrender. He looked down, watching the water cascade over his flushed skin, watching the way his dick twitched and strained, desperate for attention. His hand moved before he could think about it, fingers wrapping around the slick, heated length, and he groaned—a low, guttural sound that echoed off the tile walls.
He jerked himself slowly at first, teasing, letting the heat of the water and the memory of your voice build the fantasy in his mind. He imagined your hands instead of his, gripping him with that same playful energy you had on the call.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he muttered to the empty shower, his voice rough. "You'd fucking love it."
His strokes grew faster, more desperate. The slap of his hand against his skin was loud in the enclosed space, mixing with the drumming of water. He pictured bending you over the edge of your bed as he fucked into you from behind. He imagined the sounds you'd make—little gasps, broken moans, your voice saying his name like a prayer.
The thought made his hips buck into his fist, chasing the friction, chasing the release that was building hot and tight in his belly.
He was close. So close. His breathing came in ragged pants, his muscles tensing, his mind filled with nothing but you.
With a choked moan, he came. White ropes of cum splattered against the shower wall, painted in stark contrast against the cream tile, some of it washing away instantly in the streaming water. His body shuddered through the aftershocks, his forehead pressing against the cool tile as he gasped for air, his hand still loosely wrapped around his spent cock.
The steam curled around him, thick and obscuring.
"Otoya, quit jerkin' yerself and hurry up!" Hiori's voice rang out from the other side of the door, sharp and amused. "Some of us have places to be!"
He flinched so hard he nearly slipped.
Otoya's jaw clenched. He looked at the mess on the wall, the evidence of his desperation still glistening under the spray.
He scoffed, turning his head toward the door. "Fuck off!" he shouted back, his voice hoarse but defiant.
There was a beat of silence, then Hiori's laughter—light and mocking—filtered through the wood. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't take all night."
Otoya rolled his eyes, even though no one could see him. He reached for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm as he tried to push the thoughts of you to the back of his mind. But it was impossible.
He finished his shower quickly after that, scrubbing his skin raw as if he could wash away the want. But as he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, he caught his reflection in the now-fogged mirror. He wiped a hand across it, clearing a streak of glass, and stared at himself.
@blu3-l0v3r @tecchouss @luvvcharxo @shimiyayshimiyaydrank @megameowsticmeat @redsandroses @snowymafui @k4ss11333 @ratg4n @pookiei-bookie @justanotherweeb666 @akaashiit @90s-belladonna @yayamrata @youdontneedtoknowlol
: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 4
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , later smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
a/n: sorrryyy tjis took long!! I wanted to make this chapter longer and as interesting as possible ! also slight rinsagi mentioned…. 🥹
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It had been a couple of days since you last texted him, or more accurately, since he last texted you. You tried not to think too much about it, but the thought kept creeping back in anyway. It was not like you expected constant replies, but this long?
You exhaled and stared at your phone. It made sense, right? He was in Blue Lock. His coach was probably strict, and their schedule had to be packed. He was busy.
At least, that was what you kept telling yourself. Still, he had not even read your last message. And there was no way you were double texting. That would make you look desperate, and you were not about to give him that impression.
What really made you question the whole guy-friend thing was how they always seemed to disappear for some random amount of time, then text you later like nothing happened. It made you wonder why you had even bothered.
“Y/n, but you texted him.” Yeah, because you were bored.
“Y/n, but he is interested.” Well, you’re not and you had made that perfectly clear.
“Y/n, but—” Shut the fuck up!!
The whole thing was starting to annoy you, and you were seriously considering that this would be the first and last time you ever let yourself deal with something like this.
You needed a breather. Getting this worked up over something stupid was not helping, and stress only made your skin break out, which was the last thing you needed. So you pulled on a warm jacket, wrapped a scarf around your neck, and stepped outside.
Snow drifted down softly as you walked, quiet and slow. You were bored. Completely bored. And being alone made it worse.
You stared down at your phone, the black screen reflecting your face back at you. “I look good,” you muttered to yourself.
So you snapped a quick selfie, posted it on Instagram, and added your favorite song to the story. Then you hit post.
Not only that, if Otoya ended up viewing your story, that would mean he was on his phone and still could not be bothered to send something as simple as a “hey, what’s up?”
A cold shiver ran through your body as you kept walking. You had already been outside for half an hour, and now it was getting to the point where turning back felt pointless, but continuing forward felt even worse. The snow kept falling softly around you, dusting your hair and shoulders as you looked around for the nearest person you could ask for directions.
Your eyes landed on a pink-haired guy standing near a window, a cigarette tucked between his fingers.
Without really thinking, you walked up to him.
“Excuse me—” you started, your voice shaking a little from the cold.
The guy immediately cursed under his breath and looked away with a tired expression. “Sorry, I’m not taking photos,” he said flatly.
You blinked in confusion. Photos? “What? Why would I want photos?” you asked, genuinely thrown off.
He glanced around once before putting out his cigarette. After a beat, he looked back at you with a faint look of surprise. “You… do not want photos?” he asked.
“No,” you said. “That is kind of a weird thing to ask a random stranger. Anyway, I was just wondering if you could point me to the nearest café.”
The pink-haired guy stared at you for a second like he could not believe what he was hearing. He could not decide whether he should feel offended that you had no idea who he was or relieved that you had no clue.
Still, this worked out better for him. Maybe he could get directions to his hotel afterward. “Fine,” he said after a moment. “I can take you there. I have only been in town for a few weeks for work, but I have been to that café a few times.”
You walked beside him through the snow, your shoes crunching against the ground. “Only for a few weeks?” you asked. “For work?”
He stayed quiet for a moment before answering, “Yes.”
“Work as what?” you asked, not trying to be nosy, just curious.
He glanced at you from the side. “Are you always this curious?”
You scoffed. “You brought it up first. Not my fault.”
“Fair enough,” he muttered. Then, after a pause, he said, “I play for Japan’s national team.”
You stopped walking for a second, looking at him with widened eyes.
“Wait—like the team that played against Blue Lock?”
He let out a long breath and immediately gave you a sharp look. “Please,” he said dryly. “Politely shut the fuck up. You are going to attract attention.”
You quickly mouthed a small apology. Then he looked at you again, still confused. “How do you know about Blue Lock but not know who I am?”
“To be fair,” you said, rubbing your arms against the cold, “I barely watch soccer. I only know about it because of a friend.”
That seemed to amuse him a little. A quiet laugh escaped him before he looked ahead again. “Strange,” he said. “Anyway, here it is.”
You looked up and saw the café sitting ahead of you. It was perfect. “Thank you,” you said. “How about I buy you something warm?”
He looked hesitant for a moment. “I am not sure. I really should—” A small grunt left him when you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward the entrance.
“I am not taking no for an answer,” you said, leading him inside.
To your surprise, he actually looked amused. In fact, he looked a little more relaxed than he had a minute ago. He had not felt this comfortable around someone in a long time.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something good. “My name is Y/n,” you said once you got in line.
He nodded. “Itoshi. Itoshi Sae.”
You smiled. “Nice to meet you, Sae. From now on, we are friends, okay?”
After the two of you ordered warm drinks, you ended up talking for a while. He told you a little about his strained relationship with his brother, and you admitted that you hated relationships in general, which he surprisingly agreed with. At some point, you exchanged socials too.
Eventually, you glanced outside the window and realized the sky had already grown dark. “Guess time really does go by fast,” you said with a laugh.
He nodded, and right then your phone buzzed. You glanced down at the notification.
“@toyaeita liked your story.”
So he was on his phone. You ignored it and turned your attention back to Sae. “Hey,” you said suddenly, “have you ever made a snowman?”
He raised a brow. “Not since I was younger.”
“Perfect. Come on.” He gave you a look, but you were already smiling, already dragging him toward the snow.
The two of you ended up laughing more than you expected to. It had been a long time since you had spent time with someone who felt easy to be around. Together, you made matching snowmen, both of them bundled up in little bits of clothing you found nearby, and you even snapped a picture of your masterpiece.
“Is it okay if I tag you?” you asked.
He shrugged. “I do not mind. Maybe you will get a little fame out of it.”
You laughed and posted the photo to your story.
He looked at his phone and reposted the story onto his. Eventually your account blew up with new followers and likes. It seemed he was right. But you weren’t right on the fact a certain someone replied to it.
Your eyebrows furrowed. Why did it matter to him all of a sudden? He had ghosted you for a week, and now he was acting like it was a problem that you had not replied.
You decided to leave him on read. Sae’s snowman’s head suddenly slipped off and hit the ground, grabbing your attention.
“The head fell off!” you snickered, watching him scramble to pick it up.
“No! Don’t die on me!” he yelled dramatically, dropping to his knees like he had lost a close friend.
You burst out laughing. “He’s gone.”
Sae snapped his head toward you, then suddenly charged at you. He tackled you into the snow before rolling off to the side.
“Oh God,” you groaned, spreading your arms out as you laid there. “I think my back is broken.”
He copied you immediately, laying back in the snow too. “Oh please. You are being dramatic.”
You turned your head to him, still laughing a little. It was then that a few fans seemed to notice where he was. Suddenly, excited squeals broke through the air, and Sae’s expression changed immediately.
He stood up fast, but the flash of multiple cameras hit him almost instantly.
“Oh my God,” he muttered, clearly annoyed. Then he looked back at you. “Sorry, Y/n. I think you should go. I do not want you getting caught up in this.”
His voice was quieter now, almost apologetic. You nodded and stood up, brushing the snow off your hands.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you said with a small smile. “Thanks for hanging out with me.” You gave him a quick wave before walking away from the growing crowd.
By the time you got home, you were smiling to yourself. For once, it actually felt nice to get your mind off things.
You took a warm shower, got comfortable, and settled in, ready to watch your favorite show. But of course, the universe had other plans. Your phone beeped.
As for Otoya, his plan from the start had been to act friendly and see what you would do. He thought you were a little too energetic for his taste, which only made him more curious. In his mind, the fact that you had seemed so normal with him a few days ago had to mean something. To him, that meant you were interested.
He even told Karasu about it, explaining how he was just going to wait for you to text him first. Karasu could not have cared less about Otoya’s stupid little fantasy.
Still, Otoya kept himself busy and waited. Most of the past few days were spent training, but every now and then he would catch himself thinking you were probably never going to message him again. That thought annoyed him more than he wanted to admit.
He groaned and kicked a ball hard enough to slam straight into the wall. It bounced back fast, and he barely dodged it before it flew across the room and hit Yukimiya right in the face.
“What the fuck?!” Yukimiya shouted, grabbing at his glasses as they fell to the floor.
Otoya froze for half a second, then immediately bolted before he could get blamed for it. He headed back to his room, deciding to just chill for a while. At some point, he had opened Instagram so many times he had lost count. Then he noticed the glowing ring around your profile picture.
Without thinking, he tapped it. Your story opened, showing your face covered in a few snowflakes. It was enough to make him pause for a second before he liked it.
Maybe that would get you to text him first.
Five minutes passed… Then twenty… Then forty… He kept waiting.
At some point, the waiting got boring enough that he fell asleep, and he ended up napping for the next six hours.
When he finally woke up, his body jolted as if he had just remembered something important.
“Y/n—” he muttered, sitting up with a little drool still on his chin.
He unlocked his phone and checked Instagram again. His brows furrowed immediately. You had posted something else.
His eyes landed on the photo of the two snowmen. Then he noticed it a tagged account in the corner.
Itoshi Sae.
For a second, Otoya just stared. Then his eye twitched. Curiosity really did kill the cat, because the second his ego saw Sae’s profile and all those followers, it completely cracked.
He clicked back to the post and started typing fast, barely thinking.
“??? yk sae, what r u doing with him” he sent.
Then he stared at the chat, fists tightening into the sheets beneath him. If he had animal ears, his irritation would have been obvious.
He waited and still no reply. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, finally starting to understand that you were probably mad at him now. Why was he trying so hard just to get a reaction out of you? The whole thing was getting on his nerves. He took it out on the weird-shaped pillow next to him, shoving it aside before flopping back onto the bed.
He was not giving up yet. If he did, that would just make the whole thing even more embarrassing for Otoya Eita. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, exhausted and annoyed, when his phone suddenly started blowing up.
Poor Otoya Eita. The entire group chat was making fun of him, and he hated every second of it. Was this the beginning of the end for his reputation? Absolutely not. He was not about to let that happen.
“Stupid fucks,” he scoffed, tossing his phone aside for a second before snatching it back up again.
Honestly, he was starting to feel like he was losing his mind. The whole thing was getting to him more than he wanted to admit. He just wanted to talk to you. He wanted you to answer. He wanted some kind of reaction, anything at all.
Why could nothing just go the way he wanted?More than anything, he wanted to know one thing. Whether you actually hated him like the others, or whether there was still a chance you did not.
Staring at the text in disbelief, you were about to silence your phone until you were able to feel the desperateness through his messages.
You hated yourself for how easily you forgave him.
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: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 3
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , later smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
prev — next
The day after the whole thing, you did not think much of it and went on with your life like usual. You woke up late, went through your normal routine, and spent most of the day doing nothing important.
Later that afternoon, your best friend wanted to hang out and watch today’s football game. She kept talking about how her favorite player, Itoshi Sae, was going to be playing. Soccer was never really your thing. You were more into volleyball, and Oikawa was more your kind of player. Still, you could not really say no. It was her turn to choose, and she had already decided on watching the game and ordering food.
Most of the time, you were not even fully paying attention. You just zoned out while the screen played in the background. Earlier, you and your friend had made a bet on which team would win, and without even knowing much about the teams, you had guessed Blue Lock.
Apparently, you had guessed right.
By the end of the match, the room was full of noise. Your friend was practically throwing a fit over Sae losing and complaining that she now owed you forty bucks. She got up and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the couch just as the post-game interviews started.
That was when you actually started paying attention.
One of the players on screen caught your eye. He looked familiar.
“So, Otoya Eita, what message would you want to share with the entire world?” the interviewer asked.
Otoya had one arm hooked around Karasu like he owned the place. “Oh, you know,” he said, grinning at the camera. “This one’s for all the beautiful ladies out there. I love you all.”
He even winked before the camera moved on to someone else.
You froze for a second, then immediately grabbed your phone and pulled up the deleted messages from yesterday. You scrolled back to the photo, then searched his name online and compared his unfiltered face to the one from the picture.
A groan left you as the realization hit.
You had somehow fumbled be-friending a pro soccer player.
For the rest of the night, you kept thinking about whether you should text him. It would be embarrassing, though. You had left him on delivered, after all. Still, it was not like anything could get worse.
So you opened the message, your finger hovering over the keyboard, and typed something small and simple.
You stared at the blank screen for a long moment before groaning and tossing your phone to the other side of the bed.
This was embarrassing.
You could not believe you were even doing this, all for the slight chance of talking to someone with a bit of fame. It felt desperate, and you hated that you cared enough to try anyway. It wasn’t as if you wanted to date him.
You turned onto your side, staring at the wall, trying to ignore it. It was almost midnight. There was a good chance he would not even see it, let alone respond.
Then your phone lit up. A small chat bubble appeared. He was typing.
You squinted at the message, reading it over once, then again. A scoff slipped out before you could stop it.
“Oh? He wants to play that game?” you muttered, a small smirk pulling at your lips as you reached for your phone again.
You didn’t want to admit you seen him on TV. Thay would’ve been extremely rude of you, I mean. Plus, you also didn’t want to boost his ego even more.
It had been a while since you had a new guy friend. Most of the time, whenever you tried, things got weird. They would take your friendliness as something more, and it always ended the same way. You hated that. You hated how quickly things shifted, how it never just stayed simple.
Dating wasn’t something you wanted to deal with anymore. The thought alone made your stomach tighten. Your last relationship had done more damage than you liked to admit. Even now, thinking about it left a bitter feeling sitting heavy in your chest. He hadn’t cared about you. He cheated more than once, and somehow you kept convincing yourself to stay. You told yourself it would get better, that he would change, that what you had meant something. But it didn’t.
Looking back, it was exhausting. Draining in ways you didn’t even realize at the time. But you stayed because you didn’t want to be alone. In the end, he was the one who walked away, which made you look pathetic.
And for a while, that completely wrecked you. It took months to pull yourself out of that place, to finally understand that you deserved better than what he gave you.
Since then, you made a decision to not be in a relationship. No more getting pulled into something that would leave you feeling like that again. Anything more than that wasn’t worth the risk.
You set your phone down beside you, deciding to wait for him to reply instead of sending anything else.
Otoya stared at his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Yeah… he still had it.
Even after that whole mess yesterday, he could still pull someone back in. That alone boosted his mood more than he wanted to admit. Still, he frowned slightly at your message.
Friends?
He leaned back against his pillow, thinking it over. He didn’t love that idea. If anything, he was already aiming for more than that—or at least something a little more interesting. In his head, though, it made sense. You were probably just being careful, not trying to rush anything. At least, that was what he told himself.
Otoya had always been quick to jump to conclusions, and this was no different. It didn’t even cross his mind that you genuinely meant only friends.
With that settled in his head, he sat up and grabbed his phone again, already opening the group chat with Karasu, Yukimiya, and Hiori. No way he was keeping this to himself.
Realizing he didn’t want to make you wait any longer, he came up with an excuse.
A smile spread across your face before you even realized it. You stared at your phone, rereading the messages, the warmth in your chest catching you off guard. It had been a while since you had talked to someone new like this—especially a guy.
For a second, maybe he was different?
The thought slipped in quietly, settling somewhere you couldn’t ignore. Maybe this wouldn’t end the same way the others did. Maybe this time, it would actually last.
You hesitated for a moment, your thumb brushing against the edge of your phone.
Then you forced yourself to exhale, the smile softening. It was too early to think like that.
Otoya wasn’t going to sleep. He had said that just to buy himself time. In reality, he was wide awake, staring at his phone. He hadn’t expected you to look like that. And he definitely hadn’t expected the conversation to go this smoothly.
If anything, it felt like things were lining up a little too perfectly.
He leaned back against his headboard, running a hand through his hair as a smirk pulled at his lips. In his head, this was already going exactly how he wanted it to.
“Is this messed up?” he muttered to himself.
He paused for half a second—then shrugged it off. “Nah,” he said under his breath. “She’s probably into me the same way.”
It didn’t even occur to him to question that assumption any further.
With that, he picked his phone back up and opened the group chat again, fingers already moving as he started typing.
Otoya stared at the messages, his expression tightening with irritation. He couldn’t believe they were lecturing him. Like he didn’t know what he was doing.
He scoffed under his breath, tossing his phone onto the bed for a second before dragging a hand down his face. In his mind, this was simple. He had done this before. He knew how these things went. He knew what he wanted—and he was convinced he knew what you wanted too.
He didn’t stop to think about where this could go or how it might end. He wasn’t thinking about you as a person with your own expectations—just the situation in front of him, the thrill of it, the way it was already playing out in his favor. No way was he backing off now.
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The shrill beep of your alarm clock pierced the quiet of your room, but in your groggy haze, you must have hit snooze one too many times. When your eyes finally snapped open to the harsh glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, panic hit you like a freight train. The digital clock on your nightstand which read 8:45 AM. School started at 8:00, and calculus was your first period. With a strangled yelp, you tumbled out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor.
Your uniform lay crumpled on the chair from the night before—a white blouse with the school emblem embroidered on the collar, a pleated navy skirt that fell just above your knees, knee-high socks, and a red tie that you always struggled to knot properly. There was no time for ironing or precision, you yanked on the blouse, fumbling with the buttons until two were slightly askew, giving the fabric a rumpled look.
The skirt zipped up crookedly, and your hair was a disaster. You raked a brush through it hastily, settling for a loose hairstyle that left stray strands framing your face like a halo of chaos. Grabbing your backpack, you dashed out the door, the screen slamming behind you as you sprinted down the tree-lined street.
The three-block run to school felt eternal, your lungs burning with every gasp of crisp morning air. Leaves skittered across the sidewalk in the autumn breeze, and you dodged a group of early birds chatting by the gates. By the time you reached the calculus classroom door, sweat trickled down your back, and your face was flushed a deep red. Your hand trembled as you gripped the knob, steeling yourself for the inevitable scolding. With a deep breath, you shoved the door open.
The bang reverberated through the room like a gunshot. Students jolted in their seats, pencils clattering to desks, and a chorus of whispers erupted. Mr. Hargrove, the stern calculus teacher with his wire-rimmed glasses and perpetual frown, froze mid-sentence, his marker hovering over the whiteboard where he'd been scribbling derivatives. The equation—a tangled mess of x's and integrals—stared back at you accusingly.
“I-I’m so sorry—for being late!” you stammered, bowing so deeply that your hair swung forward. Your voice cracked, already thick with the threat of tears.
Mr. Hargrove's face reddened, his mustache twitching with irritation. “Ms. Y/n! This is unacceptable. How many times must I remind you that punctuality is not optional in my class? You're disrupting everyone—again!” His voice rose, booming off the walls, and he slammed the marker down for emphasis. “No more excuses. Sit down and open your book to page 147. Try to keep up if you can.”
The class tittered—soft laughs from the back, where the popular kids sat, and sympathetic glances from a few kinder souls. But it was the stares that undid you. Twenty five pairs of eyes, judging, amused and pitying. Your chest tightened, a familiar lump forming in your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and insistent, blurring the edges of the room.
You were too sensitive, always had been—a bad grade, a sharp word, even a misplaced comment could send you spiraling. Mumbling a final “Sorry, sir,” you hurried to your seat, head down, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks.
Your desk mate, of course, was Hugo. The transfer student from France, with his striking red hair that caught the fluorescent lights like fire and long lashes. He'd arrived mid-semester, his presence turning heads with that effortless charisma and the thick accent that rolled off his tongue like music—or mockery, depending on the day. For you, it was always the latter. He lounged in his chair, uniform impeccable, tie straight, shirt untucked, a faint smirk playing on his lips as you slid into the seat beside him.
You kept your eyes glued to your notebook, scribbling nonsense to avoid looking at him, but his gaze burned into you. The scent of his cologne—something spicy and masculine, like cedar and smoke—invaded your space, making your stomach twist.
“Ah, don’t cry now, ma chérie,” he drawled softly, his voice a low rumble with that French lilt that made every syllable dance. “It’s not your fault you’re such a dumb girl, running late like always, no?” The words dripped with tease, but to your ears, they were venomous, laced with condescension.
Dumb girl. It stung deeper than the teacher's yell. Why did he always target you? You'd never crossed him, never even initiated a conversation beyond polite nods. Tears welled up fully now, spilling over as you bit your lip to stifle a whimper. The classroom closed in—the whispers growing louder “She's crying already? Over being late?”, Mr. Hargrove's ongoing lecture a distant drone, Hugo's amused stare. It was unbearable. You surged to your feet, chair scraping shrilly against the tile, and fled the room, sobs bursting free as you ran down the echoing hallway.
Hugo watched you go, a soft scoff escaping his lips. He leaned back, crossing his arms, that smirk deepening into something almost fond. “Can’t handle a joke? Quelle fille stupide,” he muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the desk in idle rhythm.
To him, your sensitivity was adorable—a rare spark of genuine emotion in the monotonous grind of high school. The way your eyes shimmered with tears? It stirred something primal, a thrill that quickened his pulse. But you saw only rudeness, another reason to weave through crowds to avoid the red-haired guy who seemed to haunt your days.
Months had passed in this pattern, his teasing barbs flying your way no matter how you dodged. In the cafeteria, he'd slide into the seat across from you uninvited. “Hey dummy, that sandwich looks as sad as your grades.”
During group projects in history, he'd lean over. “Let me explain it simply, okay? For the sensitive one.”
Even in the library, burying yourself in books, he'd appear. “Hiding again? Afraid of a little chat?”
Each time, his accent softened the blow just enough to confuse you—was it malice or playfulness? But the tears came anyway, and you'd retreat, leaving him chuckling in your wake.
The breaking point, or turning point, came on a Thursday afternoon after school. The final bell had chimed like freedom, and the hallways buzzed with students eager for the weekend. You lingered at your locker, methodically stacking textbooks, your mind replaying the day's minor disasters. A skipped lunch, a confusing pop quiz in biology. In your distraction, you turned too sharply, your water bottle slipping from your grasp. It tumbled, cap loose, and splashed across Rei's pristine khaki pants—the star midfielder of the soccer team, surrounded by his rowdy crew.
The dark stain spread like ink, and Rei’s face contorted in fury. “What the hell? Are you blind or just stupid?” he bellowed, his voice carrying over the chatter. His friends hooted, egging him on as he stepped closer, towering over you.
“I-I'm so sorry!” you gasped, dropping to your knees to blot at the mess with a napkin from your bag. Your hands shook, heart hammering. “It was an accident—I’ll pay for it, I swear!”
Rei wasn't having it. He snatched a handful of your hair, yanking your head back sharply enough to make you yelp. The pain shot through your scalp, tears instant and flooding. “Do you know how much these cost? Fucking idiot—apologize like you mean it!” He raised his free hand, as if to strike, his buddies laughter turning darker.
You froze, puffy eyes streaming, accepting the humiliation because fighting back felt impossible. “Please, I'm sorry,” you whimpered, voice breaking.
Then, a voice sliced through the chaos: “I think that’s enough. Are you really going to hit a girl over some water? Pathetic.” The accent was unmistakable and commanding.
You blinked through your tears to see Hugo materializing from the crowd, his hand clamped firmly on Rei’s wrist. His red hair was tousled from the day's wind, uniform jacket open to reveal the white shirt beneath, and his eyes narrowed in quiet threat.
Rei wrenched free, rubbing his arm with a scowl. “Mind your business, Frenchie. This doesn't concern you.” But his bravado faltered under Hugo's steady gaze—rumors of the transfer student's no-nonsense attitude had circulated, and Rei’s crew shifted uneasily.
“Fuck off,” Hugo said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. Rei muttered a curse, shoving past his friends as they dispersed, the hallway emptying around you.
You stayed kneeling, sniffling, mortified that Hugo out of all people had intervened. Wiping your face, you avoided his eyes, the embarrassment burning hotter than the scalp tug.
“Hey, dumb girl,” he said, crouching down, his voice gentler than usual. He hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. Tear tracks streaked your cheeks, and he studied them with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Stop the crying. Everyone’s staring now. Makes you look even more... pathetic.” Before you could respond, he pulled you up and into his chest, arms encircling you in a hug that was surprisingly tender. His heartbeat thrummed steadily against your ear, a contrast to your ragged sobs.
The embrace broke something in you. You clung to his shirt, crying harder, the rough afternoon pouring out in hiccuping waves. Rei’s anger, the stares, the constant feeling of being too much, it all crashed down.
Hugo sighed, his hand stroking your back in slow, awkward circles. “Quelle honte... Viens, on rentre chez toi.” The words rumbled softly, meaningless but comforting.
You lifted your head, confusion mingling with the tears. “...What?”
He exhaled sharply, a hint of exasperation in his eyes, but his hold didn't loosen. “I said, let’s get you home, dumb girl. We can’t stay like this in the hall.”
Numbly, you nodded, letting him guide you out of the school. The twenty-minute walk to your house unfolded like a dream, the autumn sun dipping low, casting long shadows over the suburban streets. Hugo matched your pace, his presence a solid anchor beside you. At first, silence hung heavy, broken only by your occasional sniffles. Then he started talking, his teasing light but persistent.
“So, what happened there? You always finding trouble, huh? Dumb girl can’t even hold a bottle straight.” He nudged your elbow, a playful glint in his eye.
You shot him a watery glare, but it lacked heat. “It was an accident. And stop calling me that—I’m not dumb.” Your voice wobbled, but the walk's rhythm soothed you, the crisp air clearing your head.
He laughed, a rich sound that echoed off the houses. “Not dumb? Thats debatable. But... it’s cute, how you react. Like a little kitten, all claws and no bite.” His accent wrapped the words in warmth. Making you wonder if there was affection beneath the jokes.
The conversation meandered from there. He shared snippets of France. The crowded Paris metros the smell of fresh corner bakeries, how he'd left behind a big family that argued loudly but loved fiercely. “My mother would say you need toughening up. But you’re lucky I like you soft.” He glanced at you sideways, his expression unreadable.
Emboldened, you opened up too. About your parents high expectations, how a single harsh word from a teacher could leave you reeling for hours. “I know it's silly, crying over everything. I just... can't help it.” You kicked at a fallen leaf, watching it skitter away.
Hugo's teasing paused, his voice turning serious. “Not silly. Rare, thats what. After all you’re human.” He bumped your shoulder again, lingering this time. “And maybe a bit adorable, even if you’re a dumb girl.”
By the time you reached your porch, the awkwardness had eased into something companionable. The house was quiet due to your parents at work—and you fumbled with your keys, hyper-aware of him behind you.
“Thanks for walking me,” you murmured, turning to face him. “And for... earlier. With Rei.”
He shrugged, but his eyes darkened, roaming over your tear-streaked face with new intensity. “If you’re still feeling horrible... I could make it better. Take your mind off it all.” His voice lowered, voice thickening like honey.
Unsure but trusting the odd comfort he'd shown, you nodded. “Okay.”
Time blurred in a haze until you found yourself on the bed, positioned on all fours, skirt hiked up around your waist, blouse clinging to your skin. Hugo knelt behind you, his pants shoved down just enough, his thick cock pressing insistently at your entrance. With a firm grip on your hips, he thrust in without warning—filling you completely in one deep push.
You cried out, the sudden stretch overwhelming, tears springing to your eyes as your body adjusted to his size. He was too big, the burn intense, but slickness eased the way as he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward relentlessly. His hand fisted in your hair, shoving your face into the pillow to stifle your loud sobs, the fabric muffling your whimpers into desperate, choked sounds.
“Thaaats it,” Hugo groaned, his voice husky with pleasure, accent slurring as ecstasy twisted his features. Your tears soaked the pillowcase, and even without seeing, he knew the knowledge alone made his cock twitch inside you, arousal spiking at your vulnerability. He pounded harder, the bed frame creaking in protest, his uniform tie swinging like a pendulum with each brutal thrust. “Such a sensitive little thing, taking my cock like you were made for it. So tight, so wet... you love being my dumb girl, don’t you?”
The roughness bordered on pain, his girth stretching you to the brink, but pleasure coiled deep in your core, building with every drag and slam. You clawed at the sheets, body rocking forward, tears streaming freely now as sobs wracked you. He didn't relent, one hand pinning your hip while the other kept your head down, silencing the cries that fueled his desire. Him imagining your puffy, tear-filled eyes only drove him wilder, his pace erratic, breaths coming in harsh pants.
Minutes stretched into an eternity of sensation, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of him fucking into you, your muffled pleas blending with his teasing growls. “Look at you, whimpering into the pillow. Can’t even handle a real man, huh? But you take it so well—” He shifted angles slightly, hitting deeper, grinding against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Sweat beaded on his forehead, red hair sticking to his skin, uniform shirt untucked and damp as he rutted into you.
Your body trembled, overwhelmed, the mix of hurt and bliss pushing you toward the edge. But Hugo wasn't done. With a low curse in French, he pulled out abruptly, the loss making you whine into the pillow. His hands flipped you onto your back, skirt splaying out, blouse riding up to expose your stomach. He loomed over you, eyes locking onto your face—sobbing, red-rimmed, and utterly wrecked. The sight hit him like lightning; tears tracked down your cheeks, lips parted in gasps, and it shattered his control.
“You’re beautiful when you cry,” he rasped, sliding back in with a single, forceful thrust that buried him to the hilt. You arched, fresh tears spilling as he resumed his brutal pace, now face-to-face. He watched every sob, every flutter of your lashes, the vulnerability amplifying his pleasure. “Thats why I call you dumb girl—look at you, falling apart on my cock. Makes me want to ruin you more.”
His thrusts grew frantic, hips pistoning as he chased release, the bed shaking violently. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, body coiling tighter under the onslaught. The friction built unbearably, his thickness dragging along your walls, hitting every sensitive point. “Please—Hugo—” you sobbed, the words garbled through tears.
Seeing your crying face up close undid him completely. With a guttural moan, he pulled out at the last second, fisting his cock to spill hot ropes of cum across your stomach, painting your exposed skin and the hem of your blouse in sticky white. His body shuddered, pleasure etching lines of bliss on his face as he milked every drop, eyes never leaving your tear-streaked one.
But he wasn't finished with you. Panting, he pushed back inside, the slick mix of your arousal and his cum easing the way. “Not yet, you still need to cum.” His fingers descended to your clit, rubbing firm, insistent circles as he fucked you steadily, drawing out your peak. The overstimulation was intense. His cock still throbbing, filling you again and again, combined with the targeted pressure, it hurled you over the edge.
You shattered, back bowing off the bed, a wail tearing from your throat as orgasm crashed through you. Waves of ecstasy pulsed around him, tears flooding anew as your body clenched and released in rhythmic spasms. Hugo groaned, riding it out, his movements slowing to gentle rocks until you went limp, spent and sobbing softly.
“See? Feel better now?” His voice was soft and teasing as it faded to tenderness. He wiped away the last of your tears, smiling.
: ๑ : “SHE WANTS ME SO BAD!” CH. 2
synopsis : you end up receiving a text message from an unknown number , which later you decide to mess with him a bit after realizing he was a famous soccer player.
characters : otoya , karasu , yukimiya , hiori , others
warnings : jokes , later smut , f slurs , underaged smoking and drinking , toxic relationships, etc
prev — next
The next morning, Otoya and Karasu went to get breakfast. Otoya was in a terrible mood and made no effort to hide it. He still couldn’t believe he got shut down that hard by some girl he didn’t even know.
“Otoya, stop pouting. You look stupid,” Karasu said, casually eating his rice.
“Shut it, Karasu,” Otoya muttered, taking a bite of his toast.
A few footsteps sounded behind them. Karasu turned to see Yukimiya walking over, with Hiori right beside him.
“What’s up, guys!” Yukimiya greeted in a cheerful tone, setting his tray down in front of them. Hiori followed and sat down quietly.
“What’s up, Yuki. Hiori,” Karasu nodded.
Hiori only managed a small “hi” before dropping his head onto the table, clearly exhausted.
“Woah whats up with him?” Karasu mumbled.
Yukimiya sighed, “His stupid ass greened out earlier and now hes feeling like shit.” “Not only that, Ego found out and confiscated his blinker.” He shook his head in disappointment.
Hiori let out a quiet whine, his voice muffled against the table. “That was my last one… It was supposed to last until we got to break…”
He forced himself to sit up just enough to take a small bite of his pancake, absentmindedly poking at the rest with his fork.
Yukimiya and Karasu exchanged a glance, both of them clearly realizing they were dealing with moody teammates this morning.
“Otoya’s pissed too,” Karasu added. “He texted some girl yesterday, and apparently she completely wrecked his ego.”
Yukimiya nearly choked on his food, his face scrunching up before he burst out laughing. “No fucking way. How did he even manage to get in contact with a girl?”
Karasu sighed, shaking his head. “He mistyped your number and ended up texting some random person instead.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Otoya muttered, glaring down at his plate. “You’re acting like it’s a big deal.”
Hiori lifted his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. “If you’re that desperate, just date Chigiri. He’s close enough.”
Otoya slowly looked up at him, unimpressed. “No offense, but I don’t swing that way.” He paused, frowning. “And isn’t he dating Kunigami?”
“Oooh… not gonna lie, I think they broke up,” Yukimiya said, scratching the back of his head. “Remember? He got locked off.”
“Actually! They’re just friends!” A bright voice cut in from the side. Bachira had somehow inserted himself into the conversation.
“Bachira… let’s stay out of other people’s business…!” Isagi whispered urgently, giving the group a quick apologetic smile as he dragged Bachira away.
The four of them sat there in silence for a moment, exchanging confused looks.
“Well, that settles it,” Hiori muttered, resting his chin back on the table. Then he glanced at Otoya. “Why don’t you just try texting her again?”
Otoya shook his head. “I think she blocked me.” He leaned back slightly, trying to sound unfazed. “Besides, I could do way better than some random number.”
The other three just stared at him, unconvinced, but chose not to argue.
“Yeah, alright,” Karasu said after a moment, pushing his tray aside as he stood. “Come on. Don’t forget we’re playing against the U-20 team today.”
The others got up as well, tossing their trash before heading out to get ready.
After the game, everyone split off to celebrate in their own way. Otoya didn’t bother with any of it. He headed straight back to Blue Lock, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed onto his bed.
He knocked out almost immediately. At some point later, he woke up to the sound of his phone going off nonstop.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“What the fuck…?” he groaned, barely conscious as he reached for it. His eyes were still half-closed, and the brightness of the screen hit him hard, making him squint.
He sighed and rolled onto his side, deciding he might as well stay up for a bit and scroll through his phone.
A couple of hours passed just like that.
It was almost eleven now, and Otoya lay flat on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram reels. The day felt a lot better compared to that morning. Not only had they won, but he had also managed to get a few numbers from girls who were watching the game.
Who knew he was this popular.
Just as he was about to swipe to the next video, a text notification popped up.
His eyes narrowed at the contact name. “Future girl ong 🤣”
“…What?”
He sat up slightly, curiosity instantly kicking in. He tapped the message open—then immediately backed out of it, like he had just realized something.
Without wasting a second, he switched over to his group chat with Karasu, Yukimiya, and Hiori and started typing.
Realizing he took a bit to answer, he quickly thought on how to respond back.