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[supermahibast]

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒖: "𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈?"

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺, 𝗋𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝖺𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂, 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗈, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂, 𝗋𝖾𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂, 𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎, 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗎

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖸𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖨𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝖾

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖧𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖸𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖵𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗎𝗀𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖧𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗈

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖲𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖭𝖺𝗀𝗂

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖮𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗂𝗄𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖡𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖨𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖱𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝖩𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 <3

[sleepybibliophilee]

『𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓!』

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑠𝑎𝑒, 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑜, 𝑙𝑜𝑘𝑖, 𝑟𝑖𝑛, 𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑎, 𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑖, 𝑟𝑒𝑜, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦, 𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑢, 𝑦𝑢𝑘𝑘𝑖, 𝑛𝑜𝑒𝑙, 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢, 𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑎, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑜𝑐, 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐: 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛

dividers: @/diviniyae

[j2yin]

hii bb cld u do hugo w a gf who gets irritated rlly easily<3

piss off ( ᴗ_ᴗ̩ )

hugo x reader who gets irritated easily ...

a/n : this has been in my drafts for wayy too long im sorry LOL

©j2yin 2026 - dont copy, steal, or repost ! thank you

[noyamlv]

IM CIRNE THE EYELAHSES ONE Is sO RWAL

[hanabiqxx]

I gave up on the background so now they’re in the back rooms

[dailyhinatashoyovitamins]

Daily Shoyo vitamins day 311!!!!!!!!!!!

today‘s Shoyo sees just one thing (part 2)

don‘t forget to take your vitamins!!

[akutsuir]

Just traumatize him back (Michael Kaiser) – Blue lock

Synopsis: Kaiser tries to make you jealous but you know how to play his game better than anyone

Content: Kaiser being Kaiser, he is pretty toxic, death threats, female reader, a bit ooc? idk

You were sitting on the apartment's leather sofa, with your legs crossed and the tablet resting on your thighs, scrolling through the photos from the new photoshoot Kaiser had done for a European luxury brand. He was sitting right next to you, with his arm stretched out over the back of the upholstery, pretending to look at his phone, but in reality his blue pupils were completely fixed on your reactions. He was anxious, waiting for the moment you would catch your breath before his impeccably dressed image, exuding that aura of superiority that the media idolized so much.

“The shoot turned out really good, Michael” You commented fluidly, your tone of voice calm and unhurried. You swiped the screen to the side, revealing a photo where he appeared very close to the main model, a long-legged russian with symmetrical features who had been gaining prominence on global runways. “How was it working with her? She seems very professional.”

Kaiser turned his face slowly in your direction, a minimal but conceited smirk on his face, seeing there the perfect opportunity to inflate his own ego and, who knows, extract from you that hint of jealousy you rarely showed. He let out a nasal chuckle, throwing his head back with a sharp, petulant side smile.

“It was fascinating. She is an elite model, after all.” He began, dragging out his words with that usual theatrical arrogance. He leaned in your direction, narrowing his blue eyes in a provocative way.

“The photographer even commented that the two of us had perfect chemistry in front of the camera. She has an impeccable posture, knows exactly how to carry herself.” You noticed his tone of voice turning more bitter before he continued.

“Compared to her... well, you are cute, but you lack that overwhelming runway presence, understand? She has an elegance that few women can maintain twenty-four hours a day.”

He made a providential pause, crossing his arms and waiting for that cruel comparison to make your face fall or for you to start closing the photos in a bad mood.

“In fact, when the shoot was over, she invited me to have a drink at a very exclusive lounge near here. Said she wanted to get to know the “genius of Bastard München” better outside the spotlight.”

You didn't even blink. You continued looking at the model's photo for two more seconds, took a slow sip of your tea, and then turned your face to look at Kaiser. On your face, there wasn't a single trace of insecurity or irritation. In fact, your lips curved into a calm, almost condescending smile.

“It's true, I completely agree with you” You said, your voice soft, maintaining a serenity that began to leave Kaiser confused. “She is truly stunning, has an incredible presence. The market nowadays seems more and more demanding, doesn't it? There also aren't many men these days who manage to be so... refined and engaging. Men who don't need to try too hard to actually be imposing.”

Kaiser blinked, his smug smile faltering subtly. The fact that you weren't shaken by the model and had even shifted the focus to "other men" made his pride give a first, uncomfortable crack.

“Imposing men?” He repeated, his voice dropping an octave, trying to maintain his disdainful tone. “Please. Most men near me look like mere background extras. Who could possibly be that imposing?”

You set the tablet aside on the coffee table, turned your body fully toward him on the couch, and rested your chin on the palm of your hand, sustaining his gaze with a cold, calculated amusement.

“Isagi Yoichi, for example.” You dropped the name cleanly, without any hesitation. “I was watching an interview of his yesterday and I found him exactly like that. He has that whole presence to him. It's a different kind of magnetism than yours, Michael. While you need all this spectacle, designer clothes, and a russian model to look like the center of attention, Isagi manages to catch everyone's eye in the room just with that silent intensity and his focus. It's a much more mature elegance, especially for his age.”

The atmosphere of the luxurious apartment simply froze.

Kaiser's smile vanished instantly, giving way to an expression of pure incredulity that soon morphed into a dangerous rigidity. His bluff had crumbled in a catastrophic way. The mention of Isagi — the boy he hated most, the rival who challenged his very existence on the field — connected to an invitation to go out with you was like a direct punch to his stomach.

He slammed his phone down onto the upholstery at once. His body language shifted completely, his tall, muscular frame leaned heavily in your direction, trapping you against the arm of the sofa. He didn't shout, but his voice came out low, dangerously hoarse, his jaw clenched so tightly that the lines of his tattooed neck were straining.

“What did you say?” He asked, his words coming out measured and slow, his blue eyes flashing with a spark of unchecked possessiveness.

“I just made a silly comparison, just like you did a few minutes ago, didn't I?” You smiled, giving him the most cynical smile you could manage at that moment. “Besides, since you mentioned you're going to accept that model's invitation to go out and have a drink... I think it's the perfect opportunity for me to accept the invitation Isagi made me last week for us to grab a coffee, then.”

You heard the leather of the sofa creak beneath his fingers as they flexed, digging in with the sheer force he used to tighten his grip on the furniture right behind your head.

“You are not going anywhere with that bastard.”

You let out a short, soft laugh, crossing your arms and sustaining his silent fury without moving a single millimeter.

“Ah, why not, Michael?“ You teased, your tone of voice almost innocent, playing with danger. “You are going out with your russian runway model, aren't you? It's only fair that I spend my time with someone I find refined and interesting too. Isagi is very polite, I'm sure the coffee will be great.”

Saying that again was the final straw for his mental control. The latent panic of being rejected and left behind by the only person whose approval he actually needed exploded inside Kaiser's chest. He reached out with both hands, pinning your wrists with an absurd firmness against the leather of the sofa.

“I already said you are not going.” He hissed close to your face, his breathing accelerated, his gaze locked onto yours in an almost insane way. All that facade of an untouchable emperor was gone, all that was left was the desperate nineteen-year-old boy trying to maintain control over what was his.

“You are mine. Understood? I don't give you permission to look at him, let alone sit at a fucking table with him.”

You looked down at his hands binding your wrists and then looked back into his eyes, maintaining that mature posture that left him completely ungrounded. You gave a sharp side-smile, your expression defiant.

“I am not your property, Michael. And you don't give me permission for anything. If you think you can play games trying to make me jealous with models and going out, I can very well do the same. I am indeed going to that coffee with Isagi-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Kaiser cut off your sentence, his voice dropping to a terribly dark whisper. He brought his face even closer, until your foreheads were almost touching, his pupils completely dilated with pure jealousy and desperation masked as anger. “If you say his name again... If you dare step foot out of this apartment to see that idiot, I swear to god... I'll fucking kill you.”

The death threat came out raw, heavy, but you could see the slight tremor in his lips and the absolute vulnerability in his blue eyes. He wasn't going to kill you, he was merely using the most extreme word his arrogant vocabulary knew to try and contain the internal terror of losing you to his rival.

You continued to stare at him, without a single shred of fear, knowing exactly that you had won that foolish little game he had started himself. You calmly slid your wrists out of his grip, which no longer held any real strength, and brought your hand to the back of his neck, lightly tugging the blonde and blue strands, forcing him to yield to your proximity.

“You are not going to kill anyone, Michael” You whispered against his lips, your tone of voice returning to that condescending tenderness that completely tamed him. “But I'm glad to see you've learned your lesson. Next time you try to use a model to play games with me, remember well who you are talking to. Now... go cancel that drink with the russian before I actually pick up my phone to text Isagi.”

Kaiser swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling heavily. His pride lay completely shattered on the apartment floor, but the sensation of having your touch back and the reassurance that you weren't leaving numbed any remaining trace of arrogance. He let out a heavy sigh, burying his face into your neck, utterly defeated.

“I hate you...“ He muttered grumpily, his voice muffled against your skin, though his arms were already wrapping around your waist with a possessive strength that made it clear he wasn't going to let you go for the rest of the day.

[yayamrata]

just to lyk, teddy is NOT saying this

[galpapa]

Happy wedding

[g23-ptter]

[lemorgo]

how can i make this about the sea

[xngelbunny]

Heyyy!!!!

Could I request sae + confession letter + rivals to lovers?

Thank you!!

Take care!!!

public loathing, anonymous affection ♡

in which... you loathe the man who goes by itoshi, as he stole one of your favorite places for himself. a one-sided rivalry, but one nonetheless. at least you have sae, an equally wealthy man with whom you make pleasant conversation online. surely they can't be the same person... right? wc: 4k (what is wrong w/me really) art by: @/MKai_zer on X a/n: anon beloved i apologize if this is too far off your vision! i already fulfilled a sae rivals request so i had to get v creative so they wouldn't feel the same :c (plus how you'd get a love letter from your rival is a tricky thing to come up with!) i'll leave the similar fic here in case you wanted something strictly closer to that (❁´◡`❁)

You and a certain midfielder are rivals in every way that doesn't matter.

You may not know him personally, but the beef you have with him is generational, and you've ranted to your friends about that man more than you have about your ex at this point.

It all started with this amazing restaurant you go to on your free time. A hidden gem, you'd call it, with amazing food, nice range of prices, special dishes rolling out every other day and an amazing view of the sea if you pick your table strategically. Which you had always done, sitting on the beautifully decorated patio, rejoicing on the fact that since you've been a regular since the early days, they always lead you directly to the table you prefer.

It was perfect, to get to spend your free days enjoying a coffee or a pastry while taking in the sea breeze and feeding the seagulls.

It was perfect, until he came along.

Mr. Itoshi. You caught his surname once from one the waitresses, and you've been praying on his downfall ever since. This apparently important man discovered your safe place and decided he wanted it for himself, like every rich person once they find something the common folk enjoy.

That's right, he came one day you weren't there, sat on your favorite spot, and decided he'd put a pretty penny in and reserve the table for each one of his visits.

He made reservations.

They didn't even do those before him! It was first come, first serve!

The only informal reservation going on was when the employees kindly saved your table on the days you'd text them you'd come, but now this man slammed a ton of cash on their hands and made it his property.

The worst of it is that you cannot even sit on the other tables located at the patio, since there's been an influx of customers ever since he discovered this place.

You're happy for the business, really. You just liked it better when it was only yours. Now the only private area is the outer part of the restaurant, but due to the amount of customers, you're often forced to sit on the table that's right next to the bathroom.

A tragic downgrade, all because capitalism personified found your food heaven, brought strays with him and kept the only calm space for himself with the power of money.

You die a little from embarrassment every time the staff gives you a pitiful look and tells you there are no free seats outside.

So, that's Mr. Itoshi, the most hated man in your life at the moment. The man you sadly occasionally coincide with at the restaurant, and that orders the exclusive pastry you like before you can. The one who infuriates you every time you hear his last name.

In such a peace threatening situation, it's really good that you have Sae to clear your mind.

You met him one day you accidentally raided his number with your rambling. Under the impression you were texting to your friend Mae's new number (funny how similar their names are), you yapped about this show you liked without a care in the world. The results were... amusing, to say the least.

You thought everything would end there, you were scolding a stranger's for god's sake, but he seemed to have found amusement in your antics and didn't block you right away. You responded in kind, texting him about random topics every other day, just to see how he'd respond.

Before you knew it, you had formed a strange bond with this man thanks to your friend's terrible handwriting on her number (how do you even write a three like an eight? You don't know, but you're happy with her results).

After all, not only Sae had the same favorite childhood show as you (surprising given his personality, I know), but you had many other things in common. Like your love for the sea and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Or the peace you both found watching and feeding seagulls when visiting the dock. How you went from educating him on your music taste to talking about the little things in life is beyond you, but talking with him was surprisingly enjoyable.

And he was a bit secretive, sure, but that's not a bad thing, right? Not everyone is very active on social media. You know his first name, that he's currently living in Spain like you are, and that he has a well-paying job, if the way he regards money-related matters so nonchalantly says anything.

He doesn't go in detail about personal matters, but you know that he asks his parents to send him salted kelp so he can make tea from it. That he has a younger brother he pretends not to care about but still brings up sometimes, that he's sometimes homesick even if he doesn't tell you out loud. And it's just been a few months, but he became one of the people you've talked most, even if you hadn't assigned a face to his name.

Again, that's not much of a big deal. You hadn't shown him your face either, if just to keep some privacy between you two. You shared random pictures of your days frequently, like what you had for breakfast or the sunset from his window, but nothing to revealing about your appeareances. You visit the places you recommend each other, but there's no direct trace of you or him in such moments.

So when Sae randomly asks you to pick something up on his behalf, you don't know what to expect.

You accept because it's a place you know, and it's public. Maybe he wanted to treat you to a meal? He had done it once, told you he'd pay for what you got if you tried a restaurant he had talked about. You were expecting a prank, but when you told the owner your name, he said everything you wanted would be covered. It had you giggling and kicking your feet... and your friends worried that Sae could be a wealthy but catfishing old man trying to ensnare you.

Anyway, back to the present. You find the man Sae told you about, and after a brief exchange he hands you a short letter and a package. You go back to your car and open the letter first, surprise coloring your expression as you read its content.

"We've been talking for a while, it's about time we saw each other in person. I'm free on Saturday at 6pm, I'll send you the location of this place I'm thinking about. In the package is something i think you'll like. Make sure you wear if you decide to go.

—Sae"

You don't know what you expected, but this surely surpassed it. The note is very Sae, by what I mean painfully straightforward. There's a certain charm in it, Sae's not one for games or beating around the bush. Is this his way of admitting interest...? 'Cause you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. But before you could reread it again and again, your eyes went back to a certain word.

Wear...?

You grab the box and open it, your heart stuttering at the view.

Inside the package lay a whole outfit in your favorite color, its material silky, comfortable and definitely expensive.

The implication's obvious, he wanted you to wear this when you saw each other. Is this the classic romantic move, or did he just want to be able to recognize you? Knowing Sae, it could easily be the latter, but is it really?

You're barely processing everything, so you pull out your phone and decide to text him.

Yup, offline again. Typical move, you're not getting answers from him today.

So, why not gamble it?

Yeah... It's worth a try.

✿・✿・✿

Hours later that day, Sae sent you the location of the place he wanted to see you at. And to your surprise, it was your favorite restaurant! The one you've been avoiding because of the Itoshi guy who hoards tables and steals the best views. You and Sae always recommend each other spots to visit on Spain, yet you'd never mentioned this one because you weren't sure if he'd enjoy the current experience. But turns out he knew it, after all.

You're curious of wether he's been around from its good days and you hadn't noticed, or if he's one of the many new customers. You're already planning on telling him all about the place, your history with it and gossip about Itoshi. You wonder if he'd understand your point or if he'd side with that man since he's also wealthy.

Once Saturday comes by and you arrive to the restaurant, you're practically vibrating with excitement. You'd been distracting yourself the whole way, but knowing you're about to meet the man you've been chatting with for so long has you thrilled. You smooth any wrinkles in your outfit, the one he chose, before walking in.

The restaurant's in full swing, not packed with people like in its busiest days but crowded enough to speak well of its reputation. You look around nervously, suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, before someone from the staff approaches you with a smile.

The employee asks for your name, and starts leading you through the tables without another word. You're starting to notice a pattern with the way Sae does things, but it's hard to question it given its effectiveness. You're brought to the patio, where surprisingly enough, the staff points at your favorite table.

Or your ex favorite table, you guess. You haven't been able to sit there for a while. It seems Itoshi's not here today, if Sae could get it. Maybe Sae just offered more money than him? That's a funny mental image. You get out of your thoughts, slowly approaching the man whose back is facing you at the moment.

"Sae...?" You ask in a small voice once you're close, giving a tentative smile.

"Mn. Sit." He murmurs without even lifting his head, but there's something like acknowledgement in his voice. Like he had memorized yours only from the sound your voicelines.

You take a seat in front of him, averting your gaze at first. It takes but a few seconds before you stare openly, though, curiosity winning over you.

And damn, Sae's face card does not dissapoint.

You have to physically hold back a reaction when you take in his looks, mouth agape. You just got blinded by the sheer beauty of this man. You did your best to picture someone average, trying to keep your expectations low (so long he's not an old man, right...?), but not only he looks about your age, but he's drop dead gorgeous.

His skin's flawless, his hair's silky, his suit's perfectly tailored and his vibe's immaculate. And his lashes, oh god, his lashes. They're so striking and luscious, you can't help but feel jealous.

You're one second away from drowning in the pond that are Sae's eyes, before he finally looks away from the menu. "Done staring?" He asks, and you want earth to swallow you. You can hear the smirk in his voice despite his expressionless face.

You let out a quiet gasp, not finding words right away. Sae's eyes go up and down, taking you in, before humming in something like approval. "You look nice. I knew it'd suit you."

How he knew the clothes would look good without knowing how you looked is beyond you, but the compliment does a number to you still. "Thank you," You whisper in a strangely timid voice, which catches his attention.

"You're strangely calm for someone who's so annoying over text. Thought you'd be getting on my nerves by now."

That gets to you. You may feel awkward since this is your first time meeting him, but you were pretty comfortable with him over the phone. So while talking with Sae in person had been feeling more like a job interview than a friendly chat, you rise to the bite by instinct.

"And you're as blunt as you are over text. You just can't do niceties, can you?"

"Not my style." Sae replies, his lips twitching in what could've been a smirk. You roll your eyes, but no matter how much you pretend you hate it, his little comments are so familiar that they're the perfect icebreaker.

You're chatting and bantering as usual in no time, adapting easily to Sae's blunt manner and blank face. It's quite endearing how his personality doesn't differ from how he texts. Or maybe that's how it feels to you because you had already grown fond of him before you saw him in person. Hard to find anything to dislike when he's got a face like that, too.

It feels like you've been talking for ages, when Sae glances towards a waitress preparing her tray to serve to the customers. "I ordered something ahead for us that I thought you might want to try," he comments casually, "Though you can order for yourself when the waitress comes by."

You hum in interest, curious as to what he picked. That makes you remember, you never really got to tell him that you already knew this place. You were eager to bring it up, but got distracted by nerves and other conversation topics. With a smile, you're about to mention it and ask what dish of the menu he enjoys, until the waitress's voice rings out.

"Mr. Itoshi, here's your order!" She calls, and you stiffen. Him? Here? How annoying. You had completely forgotten about the thief of your joy for a second there. Well, if he's here too, he must be mad you took his table. You smirk, revenge's best served cold for sure.

...Though that doesn't explain why she's approaching you two. Maybe she mistakenly thought he'd be here? Odd. If she's bringing him food, she must have known where he's sitting, right? So why is she setting two plates in front of you and Sae?

"Ichibo steak, as you asked." The woman states and starts going on about the dish and whatnot, but you're not listening anymore. Why is she here right now? Did you mishear? You're pretty sure you heard her call that bastard's surname, but everything's going on normally regardless.

You shake your head, you're probably the one in the wrong. Something mus have happened that you weren't aware of, or your mind is actually playing tricks on you. When you focus again, the woman's about to leave, but Sae stops her.

"You didn't get my partner's order." He explains bluntly, and the waitress straightens. You're about to overthink the usage of that word and feel flustered, but her next words stop you.

"I apologize, Mr. Itoshi. Do you both wish to get something else?"

Mr. Itoshi.

Itoshi, again, and in Sae's proximity.

That's when you finally clock it.

"Did you- did you call him Itoshi?" You blurt out, pushing aside the original topic of the conversation. She blinks, confused as to why his companion of all people is asking that, but nods.

"Yes, I did. He's a regular in here and a distinguished patron, so we already know him." She explains further, before attempting to continue. "So, would you like anything else?"

She's talking to you, but your mind's blowing up. And with Sae doing nothing to correct her, it finally dawns upon you. "You're Itoshi?!"

A few heads turn your way, but you're too into your shock to care. Sae tilts his head casually, answering in a way too calm tone. "Yes, I'm Sae Itoshi. I never told you because I didn't want you to know me for what I do. But I suppose that doesn't matter now."

You let out a little gasp at his admissal, but that quickly turns into annoyance. Does he think you care about his legacy or whatever? That's not the issue at hand, and you make damn sure he knows it. "I don't care about whatever you do professionally, Sae. I care about my table! And you're the one who stole it!"

Sae pauses in mild interest, and the waitress is frozen in place. She clearly doesn't get paid enough to deal with your bullshit. Or maybe this is the first interesting thing that happens to her in work. Well, that's not your problem. Because you've been wanting to tell Itoshi Sae a few things for a while, and this is the perfect moment to.

"You," You point at his chest, now standing in place, "Came here one day, reserved my favorite spot, starting coming every day I did too, and ordered my favorite, limited dishes before I could. You also brought many new customers due to your fame and made this place so crowded I couldn't enjoy it the same way. This was my favorite restaurant! I wanted to gatekeep it!"

More heads are turning and quiet whispers can be heard, but you inhale and keep going. "And you also barged in into my life, made yourself a place in it and asked me to meet you, in the same place that you made me hate. You're vile, Itoshi Sae! Were you planning this from the from the start?! What did I ever do to you!"

Sae let's you rant all you want, this topic is so silly but you're so fired up it's adorable. So you hated his guts because he inconvenienced your life with the side effects of his actions? Hilarious. He only speaks when you stop, sheer amusement in his blank gaze.

"So you're the whiny customer who got fired up with my presence, huh? I had heard something about you, too."

And if you weren't mad before, now you're livid, even going as far as to throw a napkin his way.

"Hell yeah I am! You rich people are so selfish!" You huff, and Sae finally breaks. A, faint deliberate smirk graces his lips, as he leans forward.

"Is that so?" Sae asks, tone still neutral but charged in a way that makes you pause. "Then I should remind you that you're wearing the clothes I bought for you, you'll have diner with my money, and you have done so before without a single complaint."

"Huh?" You frown slightly, "I always told you that you didn't have to do those things. Are you rubbing all of that in my face?"

"No," He explains calmly, "I did those things because I wanted to. I'm just saying you should keep enjoying what I give to you so willingly, and we can discuss this little tantrum later."

"Tantrum? Oh Sae you jerk-" You're one second away from grabbing a glass and wetting his suit, when the waitress chimes in to calm you down. You suddenly remember your predicament: you're still in public, and Sae's still the man who prods, pokes, and annoys you with his bluntness in hopes you'll rise to the bite. You know your dynamic, but you were so out of it you kept reacting. And it's surely become a problem, because everyone's looking at you and the owner's not too happy.

You and Sae end up leaving the restaurant, out of your own accord. They didn't have the guts to tell Sae to leave, but he suggested that himself so you wouldn't spend the your time together getting glances from strangers. Your arms are crossed as you gaze towards the sea, still sulking but mostly embarrased. And even now, Sae can't help but speak again.

"So you're done with the temper tantrum now?" You flip him off, and he huffs in amusement. "I didn't know I was making your life miserable. Next time just walk up to my table and tell me."

"You would have called security on me or something, that's what you vip's do." You retorted, tone sarcastic. You were calm enough to joke now, though you refused to outright say it. What happened back inside was terribly embarrasing, you keep praying in your mind for earth to finally swallow you. You really got too carried away by your surprise, but your banter with Sae is eternal and you don't want to make it seem like he was right.

Sae doesn't reply right away, silence remaining for a moment. You take a breath, deciding to get more serious. "...I still can't believe you're him."

"Do you realize that was a bit excessive?" He asks, but again, you shake your head and refuse to cave. "You deserved it... I guess. At least I wanted to rant my frustration to you. I just regret that it happened in public."

"Be stubborn all you want, but today's far from over." Sae suddenly states, turning to face you. "I said dinner would be on me, and I'm still keeping my word. So since you got us kicked from the restaurant..." "Your fault." "...Sure. But you're coming with me to a new place. This one more exclusive, since our privacy got butchered earlier."

You perk up, a bit tempted. You're still cross at him, Sae's even more rude in person, but you know he's not really trying to hurt your feelings and is even offering something nice. And you still kinda wanna hate him, and you're keen on not making him feel like he's got the upper hand... but if you go home after this, all you'll think about is what happened earlier.

And you'd sure as hell rather give your night a better ending than be petty and let it end here.

"...Well," You begin, "You just said 'sure' when I told you this all was your fault."

Sae raises an eyebrow, "I guess." You kinda wanna punch him for the short answer, but you ignore that.

"So... You admit this was your own doing, and that you jinxed my reputation, you were mean to me, and you ruined one of my favorite places for your selfish desires."

At this point, he only shrugs, playing along. "If that helps you sleep at night."

"In that case... I guess I can accept. Give you a chance to redeem yourself." You offer, smiling like you're the one doing him a favor. Sae's lips twitch again, oh you're ridiculous, but he knew that before you even saw each other in person and he knows he loves it deep down.

"How kind." He plays along, the lack of humor in his voice being the cherry on top for his sarcastic statement. You're not even mad anymore, curiosity rising. "Where to?"

"I'll drive us there." He begins walking towards a car you assume is his, and you follow. "Though if you're so concerned about capitalism and how 'the rich' use their money, we can go in public transport."

You nudge him away, letting out a huff. "Stop taking my words out of context."

"I'm pretty sure we're in context. Let me know if there are other places I should never go to in the future, by the way. Would hate to ruin the experiences of common people."

"You...!" You groan and ignore him, not bothering with it anymore. Sae's never going to let you live this down, not until you admit it was a bit silly, at least. You'll never, though, that's not who you are. And that's exactly what he likes, Sae enjoys whatever's wrong with you and messing with it as much as he can.

As much as you don't want to admit it, you actually end up having fun that night. The place Sae chose was indeed exclusive and secluded, and besides the ocassional poke, he knew to stop getting on your nerves.

You talked about the topics you usually did over text, and that easy familiarity you found both in banter and in deep conversation was found again. You really weren't dissapointed with Sae, despite the whole fiasco that happened before.

The stubborn part of you still wants to be annoyed. But the identities have fused seamlessly, so you're learning to like both sides.

Yes, you still like witty Sae who you used to chat with and whose charm is being honest to a fault.

Yes, you still kinda wanna smack Itoshi upside down, finding comfort in having a figure you can hate blindly with little reason.

And Itoshi Sae? Well, you're getting to know him now, so it's pretty early to say.

But with both good and bad... yeah, you think you'll end up liking him best.

♥︎ cupid notes: eat the rich (sae). predictable plot but i find it fun. first time trying to add chats to fics, hope it's interesting to read like that. btw i can't picture a letter written by sae, that's why i made it a short note. big thanks to the egoist bible bc it carried this fic. that's all i have to say, hope you enjoyed ><

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in which... you loathe the man who goes by itoshi, as he stole one of your favorite places for himself. a one-sided rivalry, but one nonetheless. at least you have sae, an equally wealthy man with whom you make pleasant conversation online. surely they can't be the same person... right? wc: 4k (what is wrong w/me really) art by: @/MKai_zer on X a/n: anon beloved i apologize if this is too far off your vision! i already fulfilled a sae rivals request so i had to get v creative so they wouldn't feel the same :c (plus how you'd get a love letter from your rival is a tricky thing to come up with!) i'll leave the similar fic here in case you wanted something strictly closer to that (❁´◡`❁)

You and a certain midfielder are rivals in every way that doesn't matter.

You may not know him personally, but the beef you have with him is generational, and you've ranted to your friends about that man more than you have about your ex at this point.

It all started with this amazing restaurant you go to on your free time. A hidden gem, you'd call it, with amazing food, nice range of prices, special dishes rolling out every other day and an amazing view of the sea if you pick your table strategically. Which you had always done, sitting on the beautifully decorated patio, rejoicing on the fact that since you've been a regular since the early days, they always lead you directly to the table you prefer.

It was perfect, to get to spend your free days enjoying a coffee or a pastry while taking in the sea breeze and feeding the seagulls.

It was perfect, until he came along.

Mr. Itoshi. You caught his surname once from one the waitresses, and you've been praying on his downfall ever since. This apparently important man discovered your safe place and decided he wanted it for himself, like every rich person once they find something the common folk enjoy.

That's right, he came one day you weren't there, sat on your favorite spot, and decided he'd put a pretty penny in and reserve the table for each one of his visits.

He made reservations.

They didn't even do those before him! It was first come, first serve!

The only informal reservation going on was when the employees kindly saved your table on the days you'd text them you'd come, but now this man slammed a ton of cash on their hands and made it his property.

The worst of it is that you cannot even sit on the other tables located at the patio, since there's been an influx of customers ever since he discovered this place.

You're happy for the business, really. You just liked it better when it was only yours. Now the only private area is the outer part of the restaurant, but due to the amount of customers, you're often forced to sit on the table that's right next to the bathroom.

A tragic downgrade, all because capitalism personified found your food heaven, brought strays with him and kept the only calm space for himself with the power of money.

You die a little from embarrassment every time the staff gives you a pitiful look and tells you there are no free seats outside.

So, that's Mr. Itoshi, the most hated man in your life at the moment. The man you sadly occasionally coincide with at the restaurant, and that orders the exclusive pastry you like before you can. The one who infuriates you every time you hear his last name.

In such a peace threatening situation, it's really good that you have Sae to clear your mind.

You met him one day you accidentally raided his number with your rambling. Under the impression you were texting to your friend Mae's new number (funny how similar their names are), you yapped about this show you liked without a care in the world. The results were... amusing, to say the least.

You thought everything would end there, you were scolding a stranger's for god's sake, but he seemed to have found amusement in your antics and didn't block you right away. You responded in kind, texting him about random topics every other day, just to see how he'd respond.

Before you knew it, you had formed a strange bond with this man thanks to your friend's terrible handwriting on her number (how do you even write a three like an eight? You don't know, but you're happy with her results).

After all, not only Sae had the same favorite childhood show as you (surprising given his personality, I know), but you had many other things in common. Like your love for the sea and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Or the peace you both found watching and feeding seagulls when visiting the dock. How you went from educating him on your music taste to talking about the little things in life is beyond you, but talking with him was surprisingly enjoyable.

And he was a bit secretive, sure, but that's not a bad thing, right? Not everyone is very active on social media. You know his first name, that he's currently living in Spain like you are, and that he has a well-paying job, if the way he regards money-related matters so nonchalantly says anything.

He doesn't go in detail about personal matters, but you know that he asks his parents to send him salted kelp so he can make tea from it. That he has a younger brother he pretends not to care about but still brings up sometimes, that he's sometimes homesick even if he doesn't tell you out loud. And it's just been a few months, but he became one of the people you've talked most, even if you hadn't assigned a face to his name.

Again, that's not much of a big deal. You hadn't shown him your face either, if just to keep some privacy between you two. You shared random pictures of your days frequently, like what you had for breakfast or the sunset from his window, but nothing to revealing about your appeareances. You visit the places you recommend each other, but there's no direct trace of you or him in such moments.

So when Sae randomly asks you to pick something up on his behalf, you don't know what to expect.

You accept because it's a place you know, and it's public. Maybe he wanted to treat you to a meal? He had done it once, told you he'd pay for what you got if you tried a restaurant he had talked about. You were expecting a prank, but when you told the owner your name, he said everything you wanted would be covered. It had you giggling and kicking your feet... and your friends worried that Sae could be a wealthy but catfishing old man trying to ensnare you.

Anyway, back to the present. You find the man Sae told you about, and after a brief exchange he hands you a short letter and a package. You go back to your car and open the letter first, surprise coloring your expression as you read its content.

"We've been talking for a while, it's about time we saw each other in person. I'm free on Saturday at 6pm, I'll send you the location of this place I'm thinking about. In the package is something i think you'll like. Make sure you wear if you decide to go.

—Sae"

You don't know what you expected, but this surely surpassed it. The note is very Sae, by what I mean painfully straightforward. There's a certain charm in it, Sae's not one for games or beating around the bush. Is this his way of admitting interest...? 'Cause you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. But before you could reread it again and again, your eyes went back to a certain word.

Wear...?

You grab the box and open it, your heart stuttering at the view.

Inside the package lay a whole outfit in your favorite color, its material silky, comfortable and definitely expensive.

The implication's obvious, he wanted you to wear this when you saw each other. Is this the classic romantic move, or did he just want to be able to recognize you? Knowing Sae, it could easily be the latter, but is it really?

You're barely processing everything, so you pull out your phone and decide to text him.

Yup, offline again. Typical move, you're not getting answers from him today.

So, why not gamble it?

Yeah... It's worth a try.

✿・✿・✿

Hours later that day, Sae sent you the location of the place he wanted to see you at. And to your surprise, it was your favorite restaurant! The one you've been avoiding because of the Itoshi guy who hoards tables and steals the best views. You and Sae always recommend each other spots to visit on Spain, yet you'd never mentioned this one because you weren't sure if he'd enjoy the current experience. But turns out he knew it, after all.

You're curious of wether he's been around from its good days and you hadn't noticed, or if he's one of the many new customers. You're already planning on telling him all about the place, your history with it and gossip about Itoshi. You wonder if he'd understand your point or if he'd side with that man since he's also wealthy.

Once Saturday comes by and you arrive to the restaurant, you're practically vibrating with excitement. You'd been distracting yourself the whole way, but knowing you're about to meet the man you've been chatting with for so long has you thrilled. You smooth any wrinkles in your outfit, the one he chose, before walking in.

The restaurant's in full swing, not packed with people like in its busiest days but crowded enough to speak well of its reputation. You look around nervously, suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, before someone from the staff approaches you with a smile.

The employee asks for your name, and starts leading you through the tables without another word. You're starting to notice a pattern with the way Sae does things, but it's hard to question it given its effectiveness. You're brought to the patio, where surprisingly enough, the staff points at your favorite table.

Or your ex favorite table, you guess. You haven't been able to sit there for a while. It seems Itoshi's not here today, if Sae could get it. Maybe Sae just offered more money than him? That's a funny mental image. You get out of your thoughts, slowly approaching the man whose back is facing you at the moment.

"Sae...?" You ask in a small voice once you're close, giving a tentative smile.

"Mn. Sit." He murmurs without even lifting his head, but there's something like acknowledgement in his voice. Like he had memorized yours only from the sound your voicelines.

You take a seat in front of him, averting your gaze at first. It takes but a few seconds before you stare openly, though, curiosity winning over you.

And damn, Sae's face card does not dissapoint.

You have to physically hold back a reaction when you take in his looks, mouth agape. You just got blinded by the sheer beauty of this man. You did your best to picture someone average, trying to keep your expectations low (so long he's not an old man, right...?), but not only he looks about your age, but he's drop dead gorgeous.

His skin's flawless, his hair's silky, his suit's perfectly tailored and his vibe's immaculate. And his lashes, oh god, his lashes. They're so striking and luscious, you can't help but feel jealous.

You're one second away from drowning in the pond that are Sae's eyes, before he finally looks away from the menu. "Done staring?" He asks, and you want earth to swallow you. You can hear the smirk in his voice despite his expressionless face.

You let out a quiet gasp, not finding words right away. Sae's eyes go up and down, taking you in, before humming in something like approval. "You look nice. I knew it'd suit you."

How he knew the clothes would look good without knowing how you looked is beyond you, but the compliment does a number to you still. "Thank you," You whisper in a strangely timid voice, which catches his attention.

"You're strangely calm for someone who's so annoying over text. Thought you'd be getting on my nerves by now."

That gets to you. You may feel awkward since this is your first time meeting him, but you were pretty comfortable with him over the phone. So while talking with Sae in person had been feeling more like a job interview than a friendly chat, you rise to the bite by instinct.

"And you're as blunt as you are over text. You just can't do niceties, can you?"

"Not my style." Sae replies, his lips twitching in what could've been a smirk. You roll your eyes, but no matter how much you pretend you hate it, his little comments are so familiar that they're the perfect icebreaker.

You're chatting and bantering as usual in no time, adapting easily to Sae's blunt manner and blank face. It's quite endearing how his personality doesn't differ from how he texts. Or maybe that's how it feels to you because you had already grown fond of him before you saw him in person. Hard to find anything to dislike when he's got a face like that, too.

It feels like you've been talking for ages, when Sae glances towards a waitress preparing her tray to serve to the customers. "I ordered something ahead for us that I thought you might want to try," he comments casually, "Though you can order for yourself when the waitress comes by."

You hum in interest, curious as to what he picked. That makes you remember, you never really got to tell him that you already knew this place. You were eager to bring it up, but got distracted by nerves and other conversation topics. With a smile, you're about to mention it and ask what dish of the menu he enjoys, until the waitress's voice rings out.

"Mr. Itoshi, here's your order!" She calls, and you stiffen. Him? Here? How annoying. You had completely forgotten about the thief of your joy for a second there. Well, if he's here too, he must be mad you took his table. You smirk, revenge's best served cold for sure.

...Though that doesn't explain why she's approaching you two. Maybe she mistakenly thought he'd be here? Odd. If she's bringing him food, she must have known where he's sitting, right? So why is she setting two plates in front of you and Sae?

"Ichibo steak, as you asked." The woman states and starts going on about the dish and whatnot, but you're not listening anymore. Why is she here right now? Did you mishear? You're pretty sure you heard her call that bastard's surname, but everything's going on normally regardless.

You shake your head, you're probably the one in the wrong. Something mus have happened that you weren't aware of, or your mind is actually playing tricks on you. When you focus again, the woman's about to leave, but Sae stops her.

"You didn't get my partner's order." He explains bluntly, and the waitress straightens. You're about to overthink the usage of that word and feel flustered, but her next words stop you.

"I apologize, Mr. Itoshi. Do you both wish to get something else?"

Mr. Itoshi.

Itoshi, again, and in Sae's proximity.

That's when you finally clock it.

"Did you- did you call him Itoshi?" You blurt out, pushing aside the original topic of the conversation. She blinks, confused as to why his companion of all people is asking that, but nods.

"Yes, I did. He's a regular in here and a distinguished patron, so we already know him." She explains further, before attempting to continue. "So, would you like anything else?"

She's talking to you, but your mind's blowing up. And with Sae doing nothing to correct her, it finally dawns upon you. "You're Itoshi?!"

A few heads turn your way, but you're too into your shock to care. Sae tilts his head casually, answering in a way too calm tone. "Yes, I'm Sae Itoshi. I never told you because I didn't want you to know me for what I do. But I suppose that doesn't matter now."

You let out a little gasp at his admissal, but that quickly turns into annoyance. Does he think you care about his legacy or whatever? That's not the issue at hand, and you make damn sure he knows it. "I don't care about whatever you do professionally, Sae. I care about my table! And you're the one who stole it!"

Sae pauses in mild interest, and the waitress is frozen in place. She clearly doesn't get paid enough to deal with your bullshit. Or maybe this is the first interesting thing that happens to her in work. Well, that's not your problem. Because you've been wanting to tell Itoshi Sae a few things for a while, and this is the perfect moment to.

"You," You point at his chest, now standing in place, "Came here one day, reserved my favorite spot, starting coming every day I did too, and ordered my favorite, limited dishes before I could. You also brought many new customers due to your fame and made this place so crowded I couldn't enjoy it the same way. This was my favorite restaurant! I wanted to gatekeep it!"

More heads are turning and quiet whispers can be heard, but you inhale and keep going. "And you also barged in into my life, made yourself a place in it and asked me to meet you, in the same place that you made me hate. You're vile, Itoshi Sae! Were you planning this from the from the start?! What did I ever do to you!"

Sae let's you rant all you want, this topic is so silly but you're so fired up it's adorable. So you hated his guts because he inconvenienced your life with the side effects of his actions? Hilarious. He only speaks when you stop, sheer amusement in his blank gaze.

"So you're the whiny customer who got fired up with my presence, huh? I had heard something about you, too."

And if you weren't mad before, now you're livid, even going as far as to throw a napkin his way.

"Hell yeah I am! You rich people are so selfish!" You huff, and Sae finally breaks. A, faint deliberate smirk graces his lips, as he leans forward.

"Is that so?" Sae asks, tone still neutral but charged in a way that makes you pause. "Then I should remind you that you're wearing the clothes I bought for you, you'll have diner with my money, and you have done so before without a single complaint."

"Huh?" You frown slightly, "I always told you that you didn't have to do those things. Are you rubbing all of that in my face?"

"No," He explains calmly, "I did those things because I wanted to. I'm just saying you should keep enjoying what I give to you so willingly, and we can discuss this little tantrum later."

"Tantrum? Oh Sae you jerk-" You're one second away from grabbing a glass and wetting his suit, when the waitress chimes in to calm you down. You suddenly remember your predicament: you're still in public, and Sae's still the man who prods, pokes, and annoys you with his bluntness in hopes you'll rise to the bite. You know your dynamic, but you were so out of it you kept reacting. And it's surely become a problem, because everyone's looking at you and the owner's not too happy.

You and Sae end up leaving the restaurant, out of your own accord. They didn't have the guts to tell Sae to leave, but he suggested that himself so you wouldn't spend the your time together getting glances from strangers. Your arms are crossed as you gaze towards the sea, still sulking but mostly embarrased. And even now, Sae can't help but speak again.

"So you're done with the temper tantrum now?" You flip him off, and he huffs in amusement. "I didn't know I was making your life miserable. Next time just walk up to my table and tell me."

"You would have called security on me or something, that's what you vip's do." You retorted, tone sarcastic. You were calm enough to joke now, though you refused to outright say it. What happened back inside was terribly embarrasing, you keep praying in your mind for earth to finally swallow you. You really got too carried away by your surprise, but your banter with Sae is eternal and you don't want to make it seem like he was right.

Sae doesn't reply right away, silence remaining for a moment. You take a breath, deciding to get more serious. "...I still can't believe you're him."

"Do you realize that was a bit excessive?" He asks, but again, you shake your head and refuse to cave. "You deserved it... I guess. At least I wanted to rant my frustration to you. I just regret that it happened in public."

"Be stubborn all you want, but today's far from over." Sae suddenly states, turning to face you. "I said dinner would be on me, and I'm still keeping my word. So since you got us kicked from the restaurant..." "Your fault." "...Sure. But you're coming with me to a new place. This one more exclusive, since our privacy got butchered earlier."

You perk up, a bit tempted. You're still cross at him, Sae's even more rude in person, but you know he's not really trying to hurt your feelings and is even offering something nice. And you still kinda wanna hate him, and you're keen on not making him feel like he's got the upper hand... but if you go home after this, all you'll think about is what happened earlier.

And you'd sure as hell rather give your night a better ending than be petty and let it end here.

"...Well," You begin, "You just said 'sure' when I told you this all was your fault."

Sae raises an eyebrow, "I guess." You kinda wanna punch him for the short answer, but you ignore that.

"So... You admit this was your own doing, and that you jinxed my reputation, you were mean to me, and you ruined one of my favorite places for your selfish desires."

At this point, he only shrugs, playing along. "If that helps you sleep at night."

"In that case... I guess I can accept. Give you a chance to redeem yourself." You offer, smiling like you're the one doing him a favor. Sae's lips twitch again, oh you're ridiculous, but he knew that before you even saw each other in person and he knows he loves it deep down.

"How kind." He plays along, the lack of humor in his voice being the cherry on top for his sarcastic statement. You're not even mad anymore, curiosity rising. "Where to?"

"I'll drive us there." He begins walking towards a car you assume is his, and you follow. "Though if you're so concerned about capitalism and how 'the rich' use their money, we can go in public transport."

You nudge him away, letting out a huff. "Stop taking my words out of context."

"I'm pretty sure we're in context. Let me know if there are other places I should never go to in the future, by the way. Would hate to ruin the experiences of common people."

"You...!" You groan and ignore him, not bothering with it anymore. Sae's never going to let you live this down, not until you admit it was a bit silly, at least. You'll never, though, that's not who you are. And that's exactly what he likes, Sae enjoys whatever's wrong with you and messing with it as much as he can.

As much as you don't want to admit it, you actually end up having fun that night. The place Sae chose was indeed exclusive and secluded, and besides the ocassional poke, he knew to stop getting on your nerves.

You talked about the topics you usually did over text, and that easy familiarity you found both in banter and in deep conversation was found again. You really weren't dissapointed with Sae, despite the whole fiasco that happened before.

The stubborn part of you still wants to be annoyed. But the identities have fused seamlessly, so you're learning to like both sides.

Yes, you still like witty Sae who you used to chat with and whose charm is being honest to a fault.

Yes, you still kinda wanna smack Itoshi upside down, finding comfort in having a figure you can hate blindly with little reason.

And Itoshi Sae? Well, you're getting to know him now, so it's pretty early to say.

But with both good and bad... yeah, you think you'll end up liking him best.

♥︎ cupid notes: eat the rich (sae). predictable plot but i find it fun. first time trying to add chats to fics, hope it's interesting to read like that. btw i can't picture a letter written by sae, that's why i made it a short note. big thanks to the egoist bible bc it carried this fic. that's all i have to say, hope you enjoyed ><

[noyamlv]

IM SOOO AUUGHHGHHG THIS IS SO AHIHIHIHIHIA HAHHAHSHSHHSDHSGHDH

[xngelbunny]

Heyyy!!!!

Could I request sae + confession letter + rivals to lovers?

Thank you!!

Take care!!!

public loathing, anonymous affection ♡

in which... you loathe the man who goes by itoshi, as he stole one of your favorite places for himself. a one-sided rivalry, but one nonetheless. at least you have sae, an equally wealthy man with whom you make pleasant conversation online. surely they can't be the same person... right? wc: 4k (what is wrong w/me really) art by: @/MKai_zer on X a/n: anon beloved i apologize if this is too far off your vision! i already fulfilled a sae rivals request so i had to get v creative so they wouldn't feel the same :c (plus how you'd get a love letter from your rival is a tricky thing to come up with!) i'll leave the similar fic here in case you wanted something strictly closer to that (❁´◡`❁)

You and a certain midfielder are rivals in every way that doesn't matter.

You may not know him personally, but the beef you have with him is generational, and you've ranted to your friends about that man more than you have about your ex at this point.

It all started with this amazing restaurant you go to on your free time. A hidden gem, you'd call it, with amazing food, nice range of prices, special dishes rolling out every other day and an amazing view of the sea if you pick your table strategically. Which you had always done, sitting on the beautifully decorated patio, rejoicing on the fact that since you've been a regular since the early days, they always lead you directly to the table you prefer.

It was perfect, to get to spend your free days enjoying a coffee or a pastry while taking in the sea breeze and feeding the seagulls.

It was perfect, until he came along.

Mr. Itoshi. You caught his surname once from one the waitresses, and you've been praying on his downfall ever since. This apparently important man discovered your safe place and decided he wanted it for himself, like every rich person once they find something the common folk enjoy.

That's right, he came one day you weren't there, sat on your favorite spot, and decided he'd put a pretty penny in and reserve the table for each one of his visits.

He made reservations.

They didn't even do those before him! It was first come, first serve!

The only informal reservation going on was when the employees kindly saved your table on the days you'd text them you'd come, but now this man slammed a ton of cash on their hands and made it his property.

The worst of it is that you cannot even sit on the other tables located at the patio, since there's been an influx of customers ever since he discovered this place.

You're happy for the business, really. You just liked it better when it was only yours. Now the only private area is the outer part of the restaurant, but due to the amount of customers, you're often forced to sit on the table that's right next to the bathroom.

A tragic downgrade, all because capitalism personified found your food heaven, brought strays with him and kept the only calm space for himself with the power of money.

You die a little from embarrassment every time the staff gives you a pitiful look and tells you there are no free seats outside.

So, that's Mr. Itoshi, the most hated man in your life at the moment. The man you sadly occasionally coincide with at the restaurant, and that orders the exclusive pastry you like before you can. The one who infuriates you every time you hear his last name.

In such a peace threatening situation, it's really good that you have Sae to clear your mind.

You met him one day you accidentally raided his number with your rambling. Under the impression you were texting to your friend Mae's new number (funny how similar their names are), you yapped about this show you liked without a care in the world. The results were... amusing, to say the least.

You thought everything would end there, you were scolding a stranger's for god's sake, but he seemed to have found amusement in your antics and didn't block you right away. You responded in kind, texting him about random topics every other day, just to see how he'd respond.

Before you knew it, you had formed a strange bond with this man thanks to your friend's terrible handwriting on her number (how do you even write a three like an eight? You don't know, but you're happy with her results).

After all, not only Sae had the same favorite childhood show as you (surprising given his personality, I know), but you had many other things in common. Like your love for the sea and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Or the peace you both found watching and feeding seagulls when visiting the dock. How you went from educating him on your music taste to talking about the little things in life is beyond you, but talking with him was surprisingly enjoyable.

And he was a bit secretive, sure, but that's not a bad thing, right? Not everyone is very active on social media. You know his first name, that he's currently living in Spain like you are, and that he has a well-paying job, if the way he regards money-related matters so nonchalantly says anything.

He doesn't go in detail about personal matters, but you know that he asks his parents to send him salted kelp so he can make tea from it. That he has a younger brother he pretends not to care about but still brings up sometimes, that he's sometimes homesick even if he doesn't tell you out loud. And it's just been a few months, but he became one of the people you've talked most, even if you hadn't assigned a face to his name.

Again, that's not much of a big deal. You hadn't shown him your face either, if just to keep some privacy between you two. You shared random pictures of your days frequently, like what you had for breakfast or the sunset from his window, but nothing to revealing about your appeareances. You visit the places you recommend each other, but there's no direct trace of you or him in such moments.

So when Sae randomly asks you to pick something up on his behalf, you don't know what to expect.

You accept because it's a place you know, and it's public. Maybe he wanted to treat you to a meal? He had done it once, told you he'd pay for what you got if you tried a restaurant he had talked about. You were expecting a prank, but when you told the owner your name, he said everything you wanted would be covered. It had you giggling and kicking your feet... and your friends worried that Sae could be a wealthy but catfishing old man trying to ensnare you.

Anyway, back to the present. You find the man Sae told you about, and after a brief exchange he hands you a short letter and a package. You go back to your car and open the letter first, surprise coloring your expression as you read its content.

"We've been talking for a while, it's about time we saw each other in person. I'm free on Saturday at 6pm, I'll send you the location of this place I'm thinking about. In the package is something i think you'll like. Make sure you wear if you decide to go.

—Sae"

You don't know what you expected, but this surely surpassed it. The note is very Sae, by what I mean painfully straightforward. There's a certain charm in it, Sae's not one for games or beating around the bush. Is this his way of admitting interest...? 'Cause you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. But before you could reread it again and again, your eyes went back to a certain word.

Wear...?

You grab the box and open it, your heart stuttering at the view.

Inside the package lay a whole outfit in your favorite color, its material silky, comfortable and definitely expensive.

The implication's obvious, he wanted you to wear this when you saw each other. Is this the classic romantic move, or did he just want to be able to recognize you? Knowing Sae, it could easily be the latter, but is it really?

You're barely processing everything, so you pull out your phone and decide to text him.

Yup, offline again. Typical move, you're not getting answers from him today.

So, why not gamble it?

Yeah... It's worth a try.

✿・✿・✿

Hours later that day, Sae sent you the location of the place he wanted to see you at. And to your surprise, it was your favorite restaurant! The one you've been avoiding because of the Itoshi guy who hoards tables and steals the best views. You and Sae always recommend each other spots to visit on Spain, yet you'd never mentioned this one because you weren't sure if he'd enjoy the current experience. But turns out he knew it, after all.

You're curious of wether he's been around from its good days and you hadn't noticed, or if he's one of the many new customers. You're already planning on telling him all about the place, your history with it and gossip about Itoshi. You wonder if he'd understand your point or if he'd side with that man since he's also wealthy.

Once Saturday comes by and you arrive to the restaurant, you're practically vibrating with excitement. You'd been distracting yourself the whole way, but knowing you're about to meet the man you've been chatting with for so long has you thrilled. You smooth any wrinkles in your outfit, the one he chose, before walking in.

The restaurant's in full swing, not packed with people like in its busiest days but crowded enough to speak well of its reputation. You look around nervously, suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, before someone from the staff approaches you with a smile.

The employee asks for your name, and starts leading you through the tables without another word. You're starting to notice a pattern with the way Sae does things, but it's hard to question it given its effectiveness. You're brought to the patio, where surprisingly enough, the staff points at your favorite table.

Or your ex favorite table, you guess. You haven't been able to sit there for a while. It seems Itoshi's not here today, if Sae could get it. Maybe Sae just offered more money than him? That's a funny mental image. You get out of your thoughts, slowly approaching the man whose back is facing you at the moment.

"Sae...?" You ask in a small voice once you're close, giving a tentative smile.

"Mn. Sit." He murmurs without even lifting his head, but there's something like acknowledgement in his voice. Like he had memorized yours only from the sound your voicelines.

You take a seat in front of him, averting your gaze at first. It takes but a few seconds before you stare openly, though, curiosity winning over you.

And damn, Sae's face card does not dissapoint.

You have to physically hold back a reaction when you take in his looks, mouth agape. You just got blinded by the sheer beauty of this man. You did your best to picture someone average, trying to keep your expectations low (so long he's not an old man, right...?), but not only he looks about your age, but he's drop dead gorgeous.

His skin's flawless, his hair's silky, his suit's perfectly tailored and his vibe's immaculate. And his lashes, oh god, his lashes. They're so striking and luscious, you can't help but feel jealous.

You're one second away from drowning in the pond that are Sae's eyes, before he finally looks away from the menu. "Done staring?" He asks, and you want earth to swallow you. You can hear the smirk in his voice despite his expressionless face.

You let out a quiet gasp, not finding words right away. Sae's eyes go up and down, taking you in, before humming in something like approval. "You look nice. I knew it'd suit you."

How he knew the clothes would look good without knowing how you looked is beyond you, but the compliment does a number to you still. "Thank you," You whisper in a strangely timid voice, which catches his attention.

"You're strangely calm for someone who's so annoying over text. Thought you'd be getting on my nerves by now."

That gets to you. You may feel awkward since this is your first time meeting him, but you were pretty comfortable with him over the phone. So while talking with Sae in person had been feeling more like a job interview than a friendly chat, you rise to the bite by instinct.

"And you're as blunt as you are over text. You just can't do niceties, can you?"

"Not my style." Sae replies, his lips twitching in what could've been a smirk. You roll your eyes, but no matter how much you pretend you hate it, his little comments are so familiar that they're the perfect icebreaker.

You're chatting and bantering as usual in no time, adapting easily to Sae's blunt manner and blank face. It's quite endearing how his personality doesn't differ from how he texts. Or maybe that's how it feels to you because you had already grown fond of him before you saw him in person. Hard to find anything to dislike when he's got a face like that, too.

It feels like you've been talking for ages, when Sae glances towards a waitress preparing her tray to serve to the customers. "I ordered something ahead for us that I thought you might want to try," he comments casually, "Though you can order for yourself when the waitress comes by."

You hum in interest, curious as to what he picked. That makes you remember, you never really got to tell him that you already knew this place. You were eager to bring it up, but got distracted by nerves and other conversation topics. With a smile, you're about to mention it and ask what dish of the menu he enjoys, until the waitress's voice rings out.

"Mr. Itoshi, here's your order!" She calls, and you stiffen. Him? Here? How annoying. You had completely forgotten about the thief of your joy for a second there. Well, if he's here too, he must be mad you took his table. You smirk, revenge's best served cold for sure.

...Though that doesn't explain why she's approaching you two. Maybe she mistakenly thought he'd be here? Odd. If she's bringing him food, she must have known where he's sitting, right? So why is she setting two plates in front of you and Sae?

"Ichibo steak, as you asked." The woman states and starts going on about the dish and whatnot, but you're not listening anymore. Why is she here right now? Did you mishear? You're pretty sure you heard her call that bastard's surname, but everything's going on normally regardless.

You shake your head, you're probably the one in the wrong. Something mus have happened that you weren't aware of, or your mind is actually playing tricks on you. When you focus again, the woman's about to leave, but Sae stops her.

"You didn't get my partner's order." He explains bluntly, and the waitress straightens. You're about to overthink the usage of that word and feel flustered, but her next words stop you.

"I apologize, Mr. Itoshi. Do you both wish to get something else?"

Mr. Itoshi.

Itoshi, again, and in Sae's proximity.

That's when you finally clock it.

"Did you- did you call him Itoshi?" You blurt out, pushing aside the original topic of the conversation. She blinks, confused as to why his companion of all people is asking that, but nods.

"Yes, I did. He's a regular in here and a distinguished patron, so we already know him." She explains further, before attempting to continue. "So, would you like anything else?"

She's talking to you, but your mind's blowing up. And with Sae doing nothing to correct her, it finally dawns upon you. "You're Itoshi?!"

A few heads turn your way, but you're too into your shock to care. Sae tilts his head casually, answering in a way too calm tone. "Yes, I'm Sae Itoshi. I never told you because I didn't want you to know me for what I do. But I suppose that doesn't matter now."

You let out a little gasp at his admissal, but that quickly turns into annoyance. Does he think you care about his legacy or whatever? That's not the issue at hand, and you make damn sure he knows it. "I don't care about whatever you do professionally, Sae. I care about my table! And you're the one who stole it!"

Sae pauses in mild interest, and the waitress is frozen in place. She clearly doesn't get paid enough to deal with your bullshit. Or maybe this is the first interesting thing that happens to her in work. Well, that's not your problem. Because you've been wanting to tell Itoshi Sae a few things for a while, and this is the perfect moment to.

"You," You point at his chest, now standing in place, "Came here one day, reserved my favorite spot, starting coming every day I did too, and ordered my favorite, limited dishes before I could. You also brought many new customers due to your fame and made this place so crowded I couldn't enjoy it the same way. This was my favorite restaurant! I wanted to gatekeep it!"

More heads are turning and quiet whispers can be heard, but you inhale and keep going. "And you also barged in into my life, made yourself a place in it and asked me to meet you, in the same place that you made me hate. You're vile, Itoshi Sae! Were you planning this from the from the start?! What did I ever do to you!"

Sae let's you rant all you want, this topic is so silly but you're so fired up it's adorable. So you hated his guts because he inconvenienced your life with the side effects of his actions? Hilarious. He only speaks when you stop, sheer amusement in his blank gaze.

"So you're the whiny customer who got fired up with my presence, huh? I had heard something about you, too."

And if you weren't mad before, now you're livid, even going as far as to throw a napkin his way.

"Hell yeah I am! You rich people are so selfish!" You huff, and Sae finally breaks. A, faint deliberate smirk graces his lips, as he leans forward.

"Is that so?" Sae asks, tone still neutral but charged in a way that makes you pause. "Then I should remind you that you're wearing the clothes I bought for you, you'll have diner with my money, and you have done so before without a single complaint."

"Huh?" You frown slightly, "I always told you that you didn't have to do those things. Are you rubbing all of that in my face?"

"No," He explains calmly, "I did those things because I wanted to. I'm just saying you should keep enjoying what I give to you so willingly, and we can discuss this little tantrum later."

"Tantrum? Oh Sae you jerk-" You're one second away from grabbing a glass and wetting his suit, when the waitress chimes in to calm you down. You suddenly remember your predicament: you're still in public, and Sae's still the man who prods, pokes, and annoys you with his bluntness in hopes you'll rise to the bite. You know your dynamic, but you were so out of it you kept reacting. And it's surely become a problem, because everyone's looking at you and the owner's not too happy.

You and Sae end up leaving the restaurant, out of your own accord. They didn't have the guts to tell Sae to leave, but he suggested that himself so you wouldn't spend the your time together getting glances from strangers. Your arms are crossed as you gaze towards the sea, still sulking but mostly embarrased. And even now, Sae can't help but speak again.

"So you're done with the temper tantrum now?" You flip him off, and he huffs in amusement. "I didn't know I was making your life miserable. Next time just walk up to my table and tell me."

"You would have called security on me or something, that's what you vip's do." You retorted, tone sarcastic. You were calm enough to joke now, though you refused to outright say it. What happened back inside was terribly embarrasing, you keep praying in your mind for earth to finally swallow you. You really got too carried away by your surprise, but your banter with Sae is eternal and you don't want to make it seem like he was right.

Sae doesn't reply right away, silence remaining for a moment. You take a breath, deciding to get more serious. "...I still can't believe you're him."

"Do you realize that was a bit excessive?" He asks, but again, you shake your head and refuse to cave. "You deserved it... I guess. At least I wanted to rant my frustration to you. I just regret that it happened in public."

"Be stubborn all you want, but today's far from over." Sae suddenly states, turning to face you. "I said dinner would be on me, and I'm still keeping my word. So since you got us kicked from the restaurant..." "Your fault." "...Sure. But you're coming with me to a new place. This one more exclusive, since our privacy got butchered earlier."

You perk up, a bit tempted. You're still cross at him, Sae's even more rude in person, but you know he's not really trying to hurt your feelings and is even offering something nice. And you still kinda wanna hate him, and you're keen on not making him feel like he's got the upper hand... but if you go home after this, all you'll think about is what happened earlier.

And you'd sure as hell rather give your night a better ending than be petty and let it end here.

"...Well," You begin, "You just said 'sure' when I told you this all was your fault."

Sae raises an eyebrow, "I guess." You kinda wanna punch him for the short answer, but you ignore that.

"So... You admit this was your own doing, and that you jinxed my reputation, you were mean to me, and you ruined one of my favorite places for your selfish desires."

At this point, he only shrugs, playing along. "If that helps you sleep at night."

"In that case... I guess I can accept. Give you a chance to redeem yourself." You offer, smiling like you're the one doing him a favor. Sae's lips twitch again, oh you're ridiculous, but he knew that before you even saw each other in person and he knows he loves it deep down.

"How kind." He plays along, the lack of humor in his voice being the cherry on top for his sarcastic statement. You're not even mad anymore, curiosity rising. "Where to?"

"I'll drive us there." He begins walking towards a car you assume is his, and you follow. "Though if you're so concerned about capitalism and how 'the rich' use their money, we can go in public transport."

You nudge him away, letting out a huff. "Stop taking my words out of context."

"I'm pretty sure we're in context. Let me know if there are other places I should never go to in the future, by the way. Would hate to ruin the experiences of common people."

"You...!" You groan and ignore him, not bothering with it anymore. Sae's never going to let you live this down, not until you admit it was a bit silly, at least. You'll never, though, that's not who you are. And that's exactly what he likes, Sae enjoys whatever's wrong with you and messing with it as much as he can.

As much as you don't want to admit it, you actually end up having fun that night. The place Sae chose was indeed exclusive and secluded, and besides the ocassional poke, he knew to stop getting on your nerves.

You talked about the topics you usually did over text, and that easy familiarity you found both in banter and in deep conversation was found again. You really weren't dissapointed with Sae, despite the whole fiasco that happened before.

The stubborn part of you still wants to be annoyed. But the identities have fused seamlessly, so you're learning to like both sides.

Yes, you still like witty Sae who you used to chat with and whose charm is being honest to a fault.

Yes, you still kinda wanna smack Itoshi upside down, finding comfort in having a figure you can hate blindly with little reason.

And Itoshi Sae? Well, you're getting to know him now, so it's pretty early to say.

But with both good and bad... yeah, you think you'll end up liking him best.

♥︎ cupid notes: eat the rich (sae). predictable plot but i find it fun. first time trying to add chats to fics, hope it's interesting to read like that. btw i can't picture a letter written by sae, that's why i made it a short note. big thanks to the egoist bible bc it carried this fic. that's all i have to say, hope you enjoyed ><

[xngelbunny]

Hi! Can I request please Alexis Ness + Flower + classmates. Thank you ❤️

Flowers from the magician

Ness has been nervous all day. Not because of pending assignments or upcoming tests (though honestly, he should be), but because of a gift he's been planning to give.

That is, to no other than you. You may be nothing more than friends to others' eyes, but you've captured his heart with ease. Ever since you were assigned to be each other's seatmates, he's been taken by your smile, your kindness and those little quirks only yours to have.

Moments with you always feel special, no matter how ordinary they might be. He definitely has a soft spot for you, and he's been wanting to show you how much you mean to him for a while.

He wanted to do it through a gesture that would be meaningful to you, something thoughtful that would speak of his feelings.

And he knew just the thing that day you two walked home together, and your eyes lingered on a flower shop nearby.

"Do you like flowers?" He'd pointed out when he noticed, to which you nodded.

"They're so pretty, aren’t they? I'd like to buy a bouquet sometime." You comment, purposefully slowing down to stare further.

"A bouquet? You plan on giving them to someone?" He'd asked, used to people buying those as gift.

"No… for myself." You explained. "I can't just wait around until someone buys them for me, right?"

You gave him a soft smile along your self-assured words, and he was done for. The Implication that you hadn't been gifted flowers despite your love for them, and the way that it only made you motivated to change that for yourself, it stuck to his brain.

And hey, he thinks it’s admirable that you do things for yourself instead of waiting for others to do the work, but ever since, all he's wanted was to get those flowers for you.

Amd that’s why he's at the flower shop you had seen that day, arranging the best bouquet he can for you.

"So, pink carnations mean gratitude? And the red ones love?" He asks for confirmation to the shop assistant, who nods with a smile.

"Yes, they're pretty popular. Do you want any others?"

"Any that look pretty… and that mean nice things." He answers meekly, now wishing he had asked you which are your favorite flowers.

The shop assistant gives him a sympathetic look, knowing he could use some recommendations. "Maybe you could choose some in that person's favorite color, as well?"

Ness perks back up, and starts leading them through flowers in the colors he's seen you use all the time. They have the bouquet arranged in no time after that, him proudly taking it in his arms.

"You know, most people would buy roses and be done with it," the assistant comments as he pays for it, "but you went out of your way to make something custom. I'm sure that person will appreciate it."

His nerves settle down slightly, muttering a 'thank you' before carefully leaving with the flowers. Everyone inside the shop is still gushing over 'first loves' and the 'polite young man' that visited them, but Ness already has the next part of his plan in motion.

Which is, to his demise, actually giving you the flowers.

His hands practically tremble as he rereads your text for the hundred time, the one in which you'd told him you were on your way to see him. He didn't give much context as to why he wanted to hang out with you outside of class, but you still agreed and he almost can't believe it. Planning is one thing, but following through is an entirely different one. He can even see passerbys giving him curious looks, and he kinda wishes for Earth to swallow him whole.

That is, until he feels a tap on his shoulder.

"Ness…?" You speak softly, almost unsure, and his heart skips several beats.

"…Hi," He mumbles as he turns around, realizing he has no idea of what to say. The bouquet is so big it covers half of his face, and it's no use trying to hide his true intentions now.

"I almost didn't see you," You comment with a tentative smile, "Was afraid I'd mistake you for someone else."

He lets out a breathy laugh, unable to utter a normal response. He tries to go straight to the point instead but the words won't come out his mouth, and he fears he's making things too awkward.

"So… do you need help with that?" You break the silence first, and that gets him out of frozen state.

"Sorry... what?"

"I mean, you didn’t specify why you called me here, so I'm guessing… do you need help giving a gift to someone? I can help you carry those."

Ness stares at you blankly, because what do you even mean?! He bought these flowers for you, asked you to meet him here, so he could given them to you! Not to anyone else!

The worst part is that you continue talking about it being such a thoughtful gift, and how you like the flowers he chose, without catching on that you're the actual recipient of the gift. He can't stand it!

"Wait wait- stop," He abruptly interupts, "I don’t want to give these to anyone else, I got them for you!"

The words come out so easily now, it's hard to tell that they had been stuck at his throat mere seconds ago. Your eyes widen as you process what he said, your response sounding soft and unsure. "You… did?"

"Yes! That’s why i told you to come see me. I wanted to do this ever since you told me you liked them, I… planned it all for you."

He let's out an heavy exhale, god it felt good to finally say that. He sees the way your eyes flicker down, now allowing yourself properly to look at the bouquet, before he extends it for you to take.

"I… Thank you," you whisper in awe, "I didn’t want to assume."

He scoffs softly, like he can’t fathom the idea of possibly giving them to someone else. He doesn't point it out, though, as his attention is on how overwhelmed you seem by the gesture.

Because you're not saying anything, but its clear in your behavior: In the the heat rushing to your face, in the softness of your speech.

"This… means a lot me," you express after a moment, "Seriously."

His gaze softens further, pleased. "I'm glad."

Ness hesitates, unsure of how to keep the conversation going without breaking it's magic, before saying, "Do you… want to know what they mean?"

And it's clearly the right answer, because your eyes light up at it. "They have a meaning? Sure! Tell me."

Ness gived you a sheepish look, embarrased by his own thoughtfulness, before accepting. The two of you decide to walk towards a cafe as you speak, agreeing on eating somewhere to spend more time together.

"Okay, lilac roses mean… fascination, at first sight." The vendor said love at first sight, Ness knows it, but he changes it because he's still shy.

"That’s really flattering, Ness." You comment as you glance down at them, "And these ones? Carnations, right?"

"Yes, the pink ones mean gratitude." He confirms, "I wanted to let you know… that I'm grateful I got to meet you."

"…I feel the same." You admit quietly. "And the red ones?"

Ness looks away, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks as he remembers the meaning. "I… forgot. Maybe look it up when you get home?"

You laugh lightly, "Will do."

Ness slowly looks back at you, realizing you're still carrying the bouquet.

"Let me carry them for you," He offers, but you refuse.

"I want to do it." You reply, and the way you say it, certain, like it's not a burden but a pride for you to hold them— it keeps him from insisting.

That's when he takes it in, the way you've been holding them close to your chest with fond affection. The way you haven't stopped smiling since you received them.

He resumes speaking then, your shoulder brushing against his occasionally.

And wether or not you do your research and ask why he gave you flowers that mean romantic love,

He already knows he's going to gift you many more.

cupid's note: aaa i adore ness im so glad he got requested! he's such a sweetheart so i know he'd pay attention to things like flower language 🥺💜 loved the concept of the aunties in the store fawning over his thoughtfulness, i had to add that lol also if anyone knows the artist of the art i used please tell me, it's so beautiful but i couldn't find credits anywhere >< that's all, thank you for reading!

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THSIS IS SOOOO CUTEOAAHSHHHH

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udgsisbsuskvsisksnusls i wanna do a req plz (i hope youre still opening)

isagi yoichi ; mutual-pining confessions ; nerd(isagi) x popular (afab!reader) and thank you soooo much if youre willing to write for this 🤍

Got a plan to get you with me!

⋆˙⟡ nerd!isagi plans everything meticulously, and love isn't an exception. maybe an amusement park date is what he needs to loosen up and get popular!reader's heart...! ⋆˙⟡ wc: 3.3k ⋆˙⟡ warnings: one (1) joke about jumping off. two idiots in love. that's all i think. ⋆˙⟡ a/n: i always end up writing wayy more than intended with these someone stop me... banner art is by @/yuexere btw, check them out!

If there's something huge you've accomplished but have no knowledge of, is that you've managed to make Isagi pay more attention to you than to his textbooks.

Isagi's all about analysis. His prowess to disect the field also extends to academics, and it shows on his perfect grades and excellent commentary in classes. He's the kind of student teachers adore because he digests information perfectly, offering great insight back. He's not exactly a student favorite, though, his obsession with picking apart all sorts of concepts being off-putting to most.

You've never thought this way, though.

Since the first day you interacted, you have been nothing but kind and supportive to him. He still remembers it clearly, how you approached him to get his name for an activity you both shared. You were chosen as the representative of a debate team, this because you get along with most students. When you listed him as a participant for your group, you beamed at him.

"Isagi! I've heard so much about you. All my teachers love you, you must be so smart." You paused, "So, your actual name's Yoichi? It sounds cuter! Can I call you Yoichi?"

You blinked at him prettily, expectant, and he felt his brain go mush at your vibe alone. You had only requested to address him by his name, yet he felt as if you were proposing to marry him. Clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, he awkwardly nodded. "Uh... sure."

It came out so quiet and pathetic he wanted earth to swallow him whole.

But even so, you smiled and offered a handshake.

"I'm glad you're on our team, Yoichi. Now I'm sure we'll win."

He shook your hand automatically, praying his weren't sweating.

And then you left to gather more names, as his you hadn't left him emotionally destroyed.

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The thing with you is that you didn't dissapear after you did your work together.

Most students only hung around Isagi when they needed something. Studied beside him around finals season, waved him goodbye when breaks came around. He had his fair share of friends be with, but that behavior still felt quite shallow.

You, though? You went far and beyond.

You brought Isagi coffee whenever you found him studying, saying it was payment if he accepted to let you join him (Yes, he always accepted, but refused the drink. No, you never let him reject it). You'd come say hi whenever you saw him around, and you actually listened when he rambled about his interests.

It was like you actually cared, outside of any benefits or hidden agendas.

And he was beginning to understand why everyone on campus seemed to know about you.

You were really kind and actually engaged with people, showing genuine interest in every interaction. And wether it was real or plain habit, it was doing things to Isagi's heart. It got to a point where he had to ask to meet up with you to study for midterms, because he could only think of you when he tried to focus. It was like information was now easier to grasp when it came from your lips, his natural advantage be damned.

He hoped you reciprocated his interest, and that the way you acted with him wasn't just you being yourself.

And what's the best way to learn that answer?

Of course, testing it himself!

Now running: Isagi's Elaborate Plan To Confess To His Crush!

The step number zero would obviously be to go out with you in a different setting. Isagi knows that in fresh angles you're able to find answers you hadn't even thought possible before. It's proved to be useful in soccer and school, so why not in love?

That's why he accepts when you casually ask him to hang out of class, instead of thinking you're making small talk or messing with him for whatever reason. (he doubts himself so much when it comes to you! You're that amazing!)

You immediately perk up, not having expected him to address it, before rambling about this pier with attractions you hope he'll like. Date secured, place as well: the setting's stablished smoothly.

Which leads him to the first step: Making a good impression!

Isagi arrives early, because that's the golden rule of impressing someone else. Not like he would have come late otherwise, but it's the thought that counts. Surprisingly, you were around the place as well, having thought of the same thing. And for Isagi, that's a win on itself. yeah, you could have arrived early because you respect his time as everyone else's, but let him have this!

"Yoichi, you're early." You smile once you approach him, looking radiant as ever. And still, you have the gall to tell him "You look good!" like it wouldn't make his heart skip a beat.

Isagi knew it would happen, but he can't help the way his face flushes. Yes, he knew, because he planned this as well. Rule number two: If you care about an event, you must dress accordingly.

Of course, he didn't overdo it, but he wanted you to see how he dresses when he's not trying to be comfortable while surviving semesters. ...And when he tries. He'd hate to admit it, but he doesn't put the extra effort he did today in his usual outings.

He goes back to his senses, returning the comment with a "thanks, you too," that doesn't sound as confident as he'd like it to be. He wants to say more, to give you a smooth compliment that works without being too much, but his mind isn't working optimally in this setting. Who could have thought that social interactions can't be predicted, studied and aced like tests? Certainly not Isagi. That won't stop him from trying, though.

The impression was decent, but he must maintain it. (secret rule, by the way.) In the meantime, he mentally moves on to step 2: Invite you to eat something.

If there's a thing 90⁒ of the articles that Isagi read last night agree on, is that the perfect date usually has food as an element. It's a good excuse to spend time together and explore conversations topics. He also wants to pay you back for all the coffee and snacks you've bought him... some walking and looking around, he asks if you'd like to try food from the stalls nearby.

You accept eagerly, and the two of you get a handful of unhealthily tasty snacks that Isagi will definitely scold himself for having later. Still, he calls this his cheat day and fully indulges, seeing that you're clearly enjoying yourself.

"I used to come here all the time when I was a kid," You yap happily as you munch on a pretzel, "the attractions are so much fun and the snacks are great. Heaven for any kid, really."

Isagi smiles and nods, making a cute picture of your kid self enjoying the place in his head. He's not talking much (he's trying to avoid rambling), but he's enjoying it. He's loving learning about you in a more personal level, and that's the whole purpose of this outing.

...If we ignore potentially confessing, that is. But we'll get to that later. His mind's already working overtime to survive the date. Now's not the time.

Once again, he forces himself to stop overthinking and focus on the present. That's when he finds you staring. He blinks, self-concious, and you speak. "You have something on the corner or your mouth. Looks like sugar."

Isagi let's out a quiet 'oh' as he tries to wipe it away, but you only squint further. "You didn't quite... get it."

He tries again, but he only smears it across his cheek, making you laugh. "Wait. Do you mind?"

He nods without processing your question, and you get out a tissue and softly brush his cheek with it. It happens so fast he barely registers it, but you do it so gently that he feels his heart flutter. You step back and give him a casual thumbs up, while he's freaking out on the inside. Why are you the one making him flustered and not the other way around? There should be laws against this!

He needs to step up his game, so before he gets too caught up on your recent gesture, he blurts out, "You said you liked the attractions as a kid, right...? I was thinking maybe we could-"

"Yeah! Let's go!" You exclaim before he even finishes the thought, eating as fast as you can while you discuss which ones to visit first.

You spend the next hour or so exploring the attractions at the pier, rambling about which ones are newer and which ones you recall, and listening to Isagi's occasional random facts. Yes, in the end, he couldn't resist sneaking some commentary in. Which was well received, because as always, you hang onto his every word even if it's unrelated to the topic. And it makes him forget about rules, really, makes him think less about strategy and steps to follow. And for a moment, Isagi doesn't care about achieving a goal, and merely enjoys your presence— the one he had grown to adore these past few months.

This peace doesn't last long, though, as reality hits him when he sees the sky darkening.

"Oh... it's getting late," You comment in dissapointment, before giving him a small smile, "Last one?"

To which he agrees immediately, and you begin walking him to the ferris wheel.

Oh, the ferris wheel. One of the most romantic attractions you can board, if all the movies Isagi has watched have a say in it.

He needs to say something now, there'll be no better chance.

You two board a cabin carefully, the breeze hitting you as the wheel starts spinning. The ride's not fully started, there are frequent stops as the operator boards more people, but Isagi already feels a thrill running through his body. And maybe it's just the way that the cabin's slowly going higher, but he's starting to feel lightheaded.

"Are you okay?" You ask ever so kindly, eyes concernedly fixing on his face. "I know we've done a lot today already, but the view here is amazing. I didn't want you to miss it."

"I'm fine," He reassures quickly, "Just, uh... not a fan of heights."

You nod understandingly, seems like the excuse landed, before looking down at your lap. "I'm the same, actually. I get a bit jittery. But this ride not as fast-paced as the others... So I sacrifice myself a bit so I can see the area from above. it's worth it, really."

Isagi smiles faintly, guess that explains why this is the first attraction you two try that involves heights. "That's cute," He whispers before he can stop himself, but you only laugh and nudge his shoulder.

"Shut up, you," You playfully chide him, "I hope you don't complain when I hold onto you as soon as this goes faster."

"Oh, the horror," Isagi taunts back, and you two fall into easy laughter.

The casual banter eases him. It also helps when he notices how you flinch everytime the cabin sways faster than usual, or how you grasp the railing when it jerks unexpectedly. He feels a bit guilty for thinking this way, but knowing you're also not composed makes feel comfortable with himself— even the reasons for your distress are different to his.

When the ride picks up speed, you grab his arm instinctively. "S-sorry!" You say once you notice, but he steadies your arm instead. An impulsive action, but one that works, as you calm down and don't pull away.

The wheel starts slowing down, and you notice you'll be soon stuck at the top. The two of you disentagle to avoid awkwardness, but it doesn't take you long to break the silence. "Oh, I both love it and hate it when it stops here. Look around! It's the perfect spot... but I also kinda want to puke."

Isagi snorts at that, wanting to reply with something fun, but the words get stuck at his throat. His eyes roam around the pier before settling back on you, like he found something more interesting to look at.

Your eyes are fixed far away, and he can't be more thankful. Half because he's loving to get to stare at you freely... but also because it's obvious he doesn't hate heights as much as he claimed to, and he doesn't want you to notice and call him out on that. To his delight, you're focused on your own fear and awe, too absort in the scenery to even notice.

"I'm really glad you accepted to come here today, it was very fun. I... ramble a bit when nervous, so bear with me." You give a half-hearted laugh, and he smiles. That dizziness returns to him, but now he's sure it's less physical and more emotional.

You're not even looking at him, you're clearly more nervous at the moment. And something in his brain pokes at him, reminding him of his assignment. It's the perfect moment, he tells himself. Classic, at-the-top-of-the-wheel confession. He just needs to say it before it continues moving, and hey! If you don't like it, he can just jump off and end it all. Okay, let's maybe not do that. He'll survive the embarrassment somehow, he hopes.

The wheel finally halts fully when you're at the top, Making the cabin jerk slightly. You hold his arm by reflex, before letting go after.

"Sorry, did it again," You play it off with a laugh, but he shakes his head. In a bold move, he holds your hand instead.

"It's okay, you can hold on until we get off." He reassures, and you give him a relieved nod. Isagi has no idea how he kept his voice steady through it all (maybe he imagined it?), but he's mentally high-fiving himself at the success.

Now he just needs to give himself that final push, and fast. Which would be easier if he wasn't hyper-aware of how sweaty both of your hands are, again probably due to different reasons, and... wait, are you blushing?

"Are you alright? Your hands are sweaty, and your face's red." He points out bluntly, concern outweighing any other feelings or thoughts. "Is it getting too much?"

"No no no, I'm fine. I'll be fine, this is normal." You ramble, staring up at the stars as if you were about to pray to the gods.

"Are you sure...? You're kinda worrying me. You can hold my hand tighter, if you want." He presses on, trying to get a better look at your face. Give it up for Isagi for forgetting about his plans the moment he's slightly worried about you.

"Yeah, I just... Okay, hear me out for a second." You take a deep breath, words begin spilling before you can stop them.

"I just wanted to tell you that I was subtly asking you out these past few months and you never noticed. Or I thought you ignored it on purpose because you weren't interested. But then you said yes— and I was excited because I thought it would be good to makes us grow closer?" You inhale again before rambling on, "And it was fun but I don't want the day to end because I don't know when we'll go out again— and I don't want to say goodbye without you knowing that I kinda like you! That's it. Oh my god, did I really say that out loud..."

Your hand leaves his as you cover your face, while he slowly gapes at you. "You- You like me? Me???"

"Yeah! You're fun and witty and smart and cute when you're nervous and I like to hear you talk! So I was wondering if you'd like to go out more often and see where that goes!" You rush out, and Isagi's eyes widen impossibly. This was not on any website, no one warned him about this. He was trying to perform step... four? maybe five? Of his mental procedure, but no one told him what to do in case his crush literally confessed before he could get a word in.

And he should be happy, but his brain's malfunctioning. You destroyed his logic completely, and he is not. adapting. on time.

"...Why are you saying that? That's not your line!" Isagi blurts out, before shaking his head and focusing. "I mean- I was planning on telling you the same the whole day, but I was too scared of misreading you. I didn't want to assume you liked me when you're kind to everyone. I literally studied about dates so that I could give my best performance- but you're unpredictable and I can't act like I plan around you!"

"Wait, it was a date? I thought it was just a hangout for you?" Your head snaps towards him, "And you studied?? Are you serious?!"

"I- I really wanted to impress you!"

"I couldn't tell you meant it romantically!"

"ME NEITHER!"

It takes some more unnecessary yelling before you two shut up and start laughing instead, the outer world completely forgotten as reality sinks in.

"So when you offered to clean my face earlier..." "Yeah."

"And when you held my hand...?" "...Yes."

"I- are you crazy? I thought you were nervous because of the ride, but you were really just planning on confessing. Explains why you didn't seem scared at all, huh." You poke at him playfully, and he blushes.

"Well, you confessed out of pure impulse. I'd argue that's worse!" He deflects, but rather than arguing, you chuckle again. And as easy as that, he's following suit.

Your combined laughter drifts off into the air, and you probably get some weird looks from other people who also boarded the ride. You calm down, casting quiet glances at each other.

"So, does that mean..." The question is obvious even as he trails off, not needing to finish voicing it. You're about to smile and give your answer... when the operator decides you've had enough of being at the top and the wheel continues spinning.

"Yoichiii!" You screech and hold onto him, not his hand, not his arm, but rather his full body, wrapping your arms around him like you'll fall if you don't. You scream in a high pitched tone at the suddenness of the movement, the pace picking up as well, and Isagi screams back in surprise and sympathy.

When the wheel slows down to a stop and you're about to get unloaded, you're still holding onto each other tightly. You pull away slowly, still dazed, and get off the cabin.

Silence takes hold when you two sit on a bench, the emotional high wearing off and leaving only the dizziness from the ride.

It's hard to think as of now, all of the emotions still fresh on Isagi's mind— all of it still feeling unreal.

Now that he thinks of it, he didn't really need a plan. He appreciates patterns and likes studying his environment, but the best moments from this outing came when he was caught off guard. By you, that is, who also showed new sides and emotions he wasn't expecting.

Isagi knows he won't be able to stop himself from overthinking things on the future. He likes to make sure he does his best in all, and that feeling increases ten fold with anything surrounding you. But he liked losing control this once, remembering that what really makes analysis interesting is when the variables act up and you have to make things up in the spot.

You nudge your shoulder with his, earning you his gaze. With a smile, you ask, "Same place next week?" which he accepts on the spot.

Isagi walks you home after, unable to stop smiling the whole road back.

And with the hope now sprouting in his chest? Maybe he'll actually kiss you in the ferris wheel next time.

cupid's note: im finally getting a small break from uni omg... hopefully i can write some more. my apologies for taking this long, i remember this being one of the first reqs. i kinda forgot abt the dynamic halfway too, got too invested in the ferris wheel (i wanna get on one so bad). this was such a cute idea though, i loved working on it. nerdsagi is everything 🙏

[noyamlv]

THIS IS SO CUTENESS OGM