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꒰ summary ꒱; the blue lock boys meet you, who absolutely mogs the hell out of them and they either embarass themselves or just flat out fumble ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა
isagi spots you when you come up to him during a fan meet.
"so, you've been a fan for a while?" he started some small talk, finally glancing up from the jersey you'd requested his signature on, making eye contact with you. he knew it was from a collection sold a while ago, before he'd grown tons in popularity.
only to immediately avert his gaze back down because of how beautiful you are.
is it even right to be within 2 feet of you? he could swear a goddess just appeared before him.
"i am! i've been supporting you ever since..."
he could barely hear the array of words and compliments you were gushing anymore, too caught up on the sight of you.
he was imagining how pretty you'd look in his jersey, maybe getting married someday-
"...so yeah, i've been supporting you for a super long time! it feels so nice to finally meet you," you continued, snapping him out of his trance-like state of admiration.
"say, can i actually get your-" he's cut off before he can finish his sentence.
you were gently reminded by someone to keep moving along the line, leaving you waving back at isagi, leaving him in despair.
"-number..."
his first ever attempted shot and he got brutally blocked by his own security.
rin itoshi
you were rushing to be somewhere and happened to run into rin by chance.
you'd tripped over your shoelace and managing to land directly in front of him, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your legs on impact.
he halted, careful to not step on you.
"ouchh, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely before actually meeting the gaze of the man standing above you.
it was rin itoshi.
your soul almost left your body right then and there, scrambling to back up to your feet, dusting off your pants.
"i am such a big fan."
he had no clue on how to respond.
first of all, you'd just tripped directly in front of him, then blinded him with your face card, and now you were stood in front of him like a soldier, acting unfazed, mentioning being a fan?
"your arm's bleeding," he stated, barely reacting, too focused on your perfect features.
"no it's not," you denied, determined to not embarass yourself in front of him.
he scoffed, reaching in his bag to fish out anything to stop the bleeding.
"shit, i'm gonna be late!" you panic, turning back around, running in the opposite direction.
his gaze follows your sudden movement.
he'd never admit it, to himself, but he was dissapointed he barely a conversation out of you.
maybe he just wanted an excuse to stare at your perfect features longer.
was he the fan or were you?
nagi seishiro
nagi's sitting on a swing in a playground, feet planted on the ground firmly, absolutely locked in on a mobile game he was playing.
you were there with your little sibling, having been forced to take them to play.
you weren't keen on refusing and risking upsetting your parents, so you'd simply gone along.
you strolled over to the swings, sitting on one beside another kid as you watched your little sibling terrorize the other children around, screaming on the slides.
it wasn't long before you noticed it in fact wasn't a little child next to you on the swings but nagi seishiro.
you gasped upon realizing.
"oh my gosh, are you nagi?"
he looked up briefly to nod, only to instantly glue his eyes onto the vibrant screen once more.
"i'm such a big fan!" you'd squeal, excitement radiating off of you.
he paused his game, doing a double take.
you were absolutely breathtaking.
the gentle breeze tousled your hair, framing your face perfectly, making you look like an angel.
was he dead? had you come to take him away?
"hellooo?" you raised your voice, tilting your head to the side, trying to catch his attention.
his phone nearly slipped from his grip, noting the close proximity between him and the beautiful woman beside.
"hi." he sat up, cheeks dusting a rosy tint, aware you most probably noticed him admiring you (it just looked like he was glaring at you because he held the straightest face throughout)
he sat there, stiff as a rock, unsure of what to do.
should he try make conversation? would you think he's weird?
"oh, i've gotta get home, it's getting pretty late!" you spoke up, waving as you walked back over to your little sibling, holding their hand on the way out.
and just like that, he'd lost his only chance of talking to you.
he'd tried to pull his focus back down to his game, only to see the large "you lost!" text across his screen, almost as if taunting him.
he grumbled in annoyance.
sae itoshi
sae's just about done with a morning run, sweat coating his toned biceps peeking through the tank top he had on.
he was stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to illuminate green.
unexpectedly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, tilting his head to the side reluctantly, not having enough motivation in him to deal with someone this bright and early in the morning-
oh.
"hi, i'm a big fan of you!" you exclaim, a bashful smile spread across your lips.
and just like that, he had to double take.
he paused, fully, turning to really face you now.
the sunlight filtered through the trees above, the glow accentuating every gorgeous feature.
"oh- thank you." he replies, voice gruff, unable to keep his eyes off of you.
"can we take a photo together, pleaseee?" you beg, batting your lashes up at him.
normally, he would've declared a curt 'i'm busy' and walked off, but how could he right now?
"sure."
you snap a photo with him, giggling like a highschool girl who'd just seen their crush smile at them in the hallways.
"thank you so much!" you grinned, looking back on the photo, unable to believe the situation was real.
to be honest, neither could he.
well, he too, wanted a photo with you now.
michael kaiser
you met kaiser at a fan meet, every word he spoke to you dripping in ego, not bothering to look up from the little plushie of him you'd requested he sign. he couldn't refrain from letting out a snort at the sight of it.
however, when he finally did look your way to return it, he was convinced he was hallucinating.
you were absolutely beautiful.
the type of girl he'd see in a movie and dream about for a day or two afterwards.
you were standing before him, smiling gleefully, faint blush on the apples of your cheeks.
"i'm such a big fan, thank you!" his hand grazed yours unnecessarily on purpose, holding your fingers still between his for a moment.
he inspected the acrylics you'd adorned your nails with, paying close attention to you now.
"pretty nails for a pretty girl," he remarks boldly, observing the subtle tremor of your hands in his grip, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
you didn't get time to react, being prompted to move along the line by security.
"kaiser, don't try that again, you're well aware it isn't allowed."
"i know, but she was cute," he snickered, marvelling in the sight of your flushed face as you walked away.
alexis ness
ness met you in a library.
both of you ended up reaching for the same book, fingers rubbing against eachothers.
his eyes meet yours to apologize and they proceed to widen before he can even begin to.
your beauty was captivating.
he looked you up and down, trying to play it cool and not act like a loser. "i'm sorry about that, you can have the book-"
"wait, i'm a big fan!"
"o-oh yeah, me too," he blurts, too focused on your entrancing smile.
"you too?" you repeat, giggling, an eyebrow raised.
and goodness, you looked impossibly prettier while smiling.
he mentally face-palms, a breathless laugh escaping him, forcing his smile wider.
he starts another sentence, attempting to shoot his shot. "h-hey, we should-"
you hear one of your friends call out for you, waving at ness, leaving him and the book behind all alone.
he clutches the book tight in his palm, dissapointed in himself. (he managed to find you on instagram like a week after that)
bunny iglesias
you were busy with your shift at a cafe at the time, being motioned over to take his order
your jaw nearly dropped upon seeing who you were serving.
but he was equally as surprised.
pleasantly surprised.
you were drop-dead gorgeous, the type of woman he'd spot on the cover of a vogue magazine.
"oh my gosh, i'm a really big fan," you burst out with a sound of unadulterated surprise, unable to believe your eyes.
he noticed your grip trembling on the pen you held, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.
"thank you, cariño," he grins, basking in the admiration in your eyes.
"why's such a pretty lady like you working here, hm?" he questions, attempting to make some kind of move on you.
before you could respond, a waiter called out for you, leaving you forced to comply.
you sighed softly, giving him a sudden wave off as you walked off to attend to seperate matters.
bunny never got the chance to see you again after that (leaving him bummed out for the rest of the day)
hugo vivian
you'd bumped into him on the street due to the tears blurring your vision.
he held you steady to prevent you tripping and falling as you stumbled backwards.
he was mildly stunned at the tears streaming down your face, then he found himself taken further aback at how stunning you were.
even with your lashes wet and your nose red, you were the most gorgeous woman he'd laid eyes on.
you realized who it was you'd ran into, mood shifting right away.
"w-wait-" sniffle "i-i'm a huge fan." your voice wavered, struggling to compose yourself.
"is that so?" he murmurs, too focused on how ethereal you look before him.
he reaches out, thumb wiping excess tears pooling around the edges of your puffy eyes.
you stifle a shriek as he does so, cheeks flushing beet-red.
he sees no problem in his actions; he's simply trying to cheer up a beautiful girl.
"i actually- have to go-" you blurt out, offering him a smile on your pretty lips before you rushed off.
at least he got to see you smile, but he hadn't gotten the chance to ask for your number.
what a bummer, he thought to himself. you were far more captivating compared to any of the blank books he'd ever skimmed through in his life time.
in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive
warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it)
featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
