bllk characters getting a sweet treat | bllk ensemble
a/n: hi i got ice cream and i also got inspired
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isagi yoichi
- oddly enough i think he'd get a mint soft serve or just a scoop of french vanilla in a cup
- if the ice cream shop offers it, he’d get vanilla custard (also in a cup)
bachira meguru
- two scoops of cookie monster ice cream in a cone 100%
- if he feels like changing it up then he gets a random limited time flavor (usually a sundae) until its gone then he switches back to cookie monster
chigiri hyoma
- definitely a strawberries and cream milkshake with extra strawberries and whipped cream
- he is very loyal to his order and if they don't have it, he just gets a normal vanilla smoothie (with strawberries on top)
kunigami rensuke
- i think he really likes chocolate ice cream and he definitely gets two scoops in a cup
- he doesn't really do toppings (gymbro lifestyle) or when he does, he probably asks them to put protein powder in it or something if its on the menu
itoshi rin
- he never really feels like getting ice cream so he opts for blue raspberry italian ice
- (when he does feel like getting ice cream, he gets the same flavor of ice cream he used to get when him and sae were little kids)
itoshi sae
- counterpoint, he never gets ice cream
- i think he'd be into froyos with raspberries and almonds on top
- (if he wants something a little quicker) a small amount of mint soft serve in a cup
shidou ryusei
- a strawberry cheesecake sundae or cherry italian ice
- he likes getting sundaes because it has more toppings and he's a BIG toppings fan so he's always getting extra everything
- italian ice preference is there because he feels like getting italian ice every now and again
hiori yo
- one scoop of cotton candy ice cream in a cone
- he's also that freak who gets ice cream in the winter and when he does it's always some variation of peppermint
nanase nijiro
- two scoops of cookies and cream in a chocolate waffle cone
- he's such a cutie patootie i think he'd always tip the shop extra just because
- ^ as a result the shop he goes to LOVEs him
karasu tabito
- two scoops of black raspberry ice cream in a cup
- or if he feels like it, he gets dark chocolate ice cream
- why? idk he likes the bitter taste of each
otoya eita
- unironically some super-sweet flavor a girl randomly introduced to him but he makes it seem "cool"
- "yeah bro the unicorn sprinkle ice cream sundae with extra sprinkles and strawberry whipped cream is fire"
- if he wants something lighter, he gets cotton candy italian ice
yukimiya kenyu
- he gets something different every time
- one day he'll get butter pecan with nuts on top in a cone, another day he'll get a gelati with pineapple italian ice and vanilla custard
- just look at any ice cream flavor and there's a chance he's had it already
mikage reo
- switches between cookie dough and cookies n cream in a cone every time (it really depends on his mood)
- if he's going with someone else, if they ask, he always pays for them
- also tips the workers a lot
nagi seishiro
- chocolate peanut butter milkshake or one scoop of moose tracks in a cup
- if he's not feeling like it, he gets lime italian ice and waits for it to melt before drinking it
did this for the unofficial blue lock zine on twitter, which you can look at here !! my prompt was "sleepover" :]
some thoughts/headcanons i had while drawing this:
since snuffy treats football as a job, i thought it would be in character (and very cute) if he gave his players mandatory rest days
these rest days aren't only when they dyed barou's hair but also when they have sleepovers n hang out!!
sleepover nights are arranged by aryu and sendou-- aryu does the decorating while sendou gets the snacks, chooses the movies, etc.
niko and aryu are watching puella magi madoka magica on niko's laptop. so far, mami is aryu's fav
niko's laptop has a sayaka miki sticker and a very off brand banana fish sticker that someone got him
sendou is always the first to fall asleep and every time the other members stuff a pillow under his head & throw a blanket on him. he's a heavy sleeper so once he's out, he's OUT
the plushies niko and aryu are holding belong to sendou
aiku looks like he's texting a girl & everyone assumes so but rly he's just watching baby animal tiktoks (usually baby chicks). sometimes niko gets nosy to see what he's doing and every time he gets whiplash
aryu painted everyone's nails black !!! though he made his own nails look a lil fancier because its ~osha~
barou is invited to everyone of these sleepovers but he rarely comes willingly, aiku and lorenzo usually drag him into this mess
in the drawing, barou's returning from a quick bathroom break or smth and while he was gone, lorenzo took his chances and brought out the popcorn
lorenzo is a messy eater so popcorn crumbs r everywhere..... barou hates it sooooooooooo much
HOWEVER in the drawing the popcorn mess isnt entirely from messy eating!! the real reason is lorenzo got bored and started bouncing popcorn off of sendou's forehead (his ass is NAWT waking up)
after having enough sleepovers, everyone kinda has their own spots & usually when barou is there, he's between aiku and niko-- he's cool being around them bc they usually just keep to their phones/laptops
^^ this doesnt stop lorenzo from throwing popcorn at him tho LMFAO and that's when aiku becomes not only the final wall for blue lock but the only wall between barou (becoming a murderer) and don "ace eater" lorenzo
and i think that's everything........ !!! if u read all this. Damn ur kinda my goat (THANK U)
99 nights in the forest | isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, mikage reo, nagi seishiro
a/n: i played this game twice and the furthest i got was 15 days bc i died ,, anyway is this too niche?
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isagi yoichi
- longest streak: 7 days
- only started playing it because bachira & chigiri got him into it
- "oh its like minecraft" ??
- he's only ever played like two runs of the game
- when the deer showed up on the first run near the campfire, it spawned right behind his avatar and when he turned around his heart dropped to his ass
- on his second run he died from getting too ballsy and tried killing a wolf pack by himself (been there done that)
- stays in the circle the whole night and only leaves at day bc hes scared of the deer and the owl
- otherwise never really plays the game or does anything major on it
bachira meguru
- longest streak: 75 days
- he played the game an embarrassing amount of times
- not because he kept dying! just because he found it fun
- his first run he died after he got attacked at the campfire by the cultists (he was playing alone so he literally had no chance)
- then he made chigiri join him which is why he got so far
- doesn't give a gaf abt the day & night bs he's always out exploring
- "bachira what are u doing" "LOL THE DEERS CHASING ME HAHA HELP"
- that one fuckass friend who would run out of the circle at night with low hunger, old rusty axe, and no flashlight (just hopes and dreams and whimsy)
- died on his longest streak bc the deer got him
- still plays pretty frequently in his free time
chigiri hyoma
- longest streak: 200+ days
- unironically super good at the game
- all it took was bachira to introduce him to the game and he was immediately goated
- i like to think of chigiri as a minecraft stan who watched a lot of minecraft gameplays while recovering from surgery so he like subconsciously consumed the skillset of basic survival games
- which helps a ton in 99 nights
- he was slow to get the hang of the game but when he finally did it was over for everyone
- always the last to die in each game
- does all the crafting, ends up being the one making the food
- died on his longest streak because a raid killed him
- nowadays he plays here and there but only when someone invites him
kunigami rensuke
- longest streak: 12 days
- only played because chigiri told him to
- he's used to fps/zombie survival games that involve like guns and whatnot, he isnt used to the traditional minecraft/rust survival layout
- so he sucked at 99 nights
- when someone asks him to play he's the one getting wood bc like bachira he doesn't really care about the day/night difference
- hes good at combat though
- the owl killed him on his longest run </3
- like isagi, he doesn't play it at all unless someone else invites him to
mikage reo
- longest streak: 151 days
- he was the first one to suggest the game to nagi
- has a lot of experience in survival games because he finds the process going from rags to riches very interesting and rewarding
- has little to no fear when it comes to getting attacked or killed in game because he could just easily respawn w/ robux, no biggie
- unlike chigiri who generally does the cooking bc he has to, reo just does it because he likes to
- he mainly crafts walls around the whole base and makes it like a home
- "the cultists can't get us now!"
- *looks over at nagi's screen* "nagi, ur hunger is low, come and get some stew! i made it fresh!"
- he actually likes combat in game he's a general all-rounder
- what killed him in his longest run is two polar bears, and he tried respawning but the robux option wasn't working so he gave up LOL
- lowkey plays the game with nagi and chigiri in manshine dorms on their off time
nagi seishiro
- longest streak: 151 days
- mainly plays it because reo likes the game
- he isn't big on survival games but hes pretty good
- his favorite part of the game is killing the bunnies and the wolves
- his sack is always full of 80 morsels and steaks
- he gets wood too though
- basically plays the role of a hunter-gatherer type
- is the reason why him and reo got killed on their longest run because he thought they could take on two polar bears (with old rusty axes)
- clearly they couldn't
- plays w/ reo & chigiri in their manshine free time
some of y’all bout to be real mad at me. but it must be said. some of the shit u call corny/cringy is actually just genuine/cute/sweet and y’all r just afraid of expressing any type of positive emotion
i work with youth and they loooooooove to go “ew that’s so cringe” the moment anything earnest even grazes their orbit.
my general line that i send back to them is “hm. not sure i really believe in ‘cringe.’ it kind of sounds like you’re choosing to be embarrassed right now.”
I don't get it why people saying that Isagi is a character that did not suffer more damages. Isagi literally went through a lot if trauma, loses, harassment and more as the MC. He even pushed himself so hard until his health got worse. As an overthinker, I can relate to Isagi a lot. Isagi changed my life ngl. Give my baby boi a break alr.😭💔
synopsis : you are paired with meguru bachira—the guy who asked everyone to play barefoot football last week. it could be worse, right?
a/n : aaaa idk if i like this.. i hope u enjoy regardless. the amazing art was made by @ tyexminnn on pinterest and ig ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ plss check their drawings out !!
"okay, y/n l/n, you're paired up with..." the teacher's voice trails off as the paper is handed to you.
you glance down and sigh. meguru bachira.
it could be worse. way worse. it could've been one of the frat boys, or worse—the jocks. but no, your partner for this art project is the guy who asked if anyone wanted to play football barefoot last week.
okay. breathe. at least he's good at art, right? you've seen bachira plenty of times—sketching or doodling during breaks, roaming the school halls with his messy, colorful notebooks tucked under his arm like little explosions of creativity.
maybe this won't be so bad after all. you pray.
you decide to gather your stuff, your heart beating a little faster than usual. maybe it's nerves, maybe curiosity — or maybe just the lingering memory of that barefoot football game he'd invited everyone to last week. you tuck your notebook and pencils carefully into your bag, the worn fabric rubbing against your fingers as you stand up from your seat.
the classroom feels different somehow as you make your way through the rows of desks. the chatter dims in your ears, and you're suddenly hyper-aware of the scrape of your shoes on the floor and the soft shuffle of papers as you move past your classmates. your eyes search the room until they settle on him: bachira, sitting near the window at the back of the class.
he's exactly where you expected — sprawled casually in his chair, his messy black hair catching the sunlight that streams through the tall windows. the glow highlights the faint streaks of yellow in his hair, giving him an almost wild, untamed look. his bright yellow eyes are focused on the paper in front of him, his lips curved into a small, satisfied smile.
his notebook lies open on the desk, the pages already filled with scribbles, sketches, and bursts of color. you can't help but notice the way his pencil moves, swift and sure, as if the ideas in his mind are racing ahead of his hand. it's like watching a storm form, unpredictable but beautiful.
he's drawing something intricate — your eyes can't make out the whole picture from here, but the shapes look alive, twisting and turning across the page. every now and then, he pauses to look at the paper, biting the tip of his pencil as if deciding what to do next. then, almost impatiently, he dives back in, shading and sketching with a ferocity that feels both chaotic and controlled.
you step closer, almost afraid to interrupt, but wanting to see more. the paper shows a strange creature — part bird, part dragon, with feathers that curl like flames and eyes that seem to stare straight into your soul. the creature's wings spread wide, and you feel a flicker of something — awe? wonder? fear?
bachira doesn't notice you watching.
the sounds of the classroom fade around you. the buzz of voices, the scrape of chairs, the tapping of pencils — all of it dulls as you focus on the quiet intensity of bachira's drawing.
you slide into the seat next to bachira, your fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag. he looks up, surprise flashing in his eyes before his usual grin spreads across his face.
"didn't think you'd actually come over," he says, voice easy.
you shrug, trying to play it cool. "didn't really have a choice, did i?"
bachira laughs, a little rough and low. "true. most people run the other way after that barefoot football invite."
you roll your eyes but can't help smiling. "yeah, that was... something."
bachira laughs again, then leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. "so, this art project. what do you wanna draw? we gotta make something good, right? can't just scribble like usual."
you shrug, feeling a little unsure. "i mean... i'm not great at art. maybe something simple?"
"simple's cool," he says quickly. "but simple doesn't have to be boring. like, we could do something that looks easy but actually means something."
a couple minutes go by in silence, just the sounds of pencil on paper and mindless chatter of your classmates.
as you glance at his notebook, you're struck by how alive his drawings look—each stroke confident, fluid, like they're breathing beneath the paper's surface. his hand moves effortlessly, making art that truly belonged in museums.
while you hesitate, fingers tight around your pencil, bachira's eyes never leave his work. he fills pages with sprawling sketches, layering details without hesitation, the colors blending and clashing in a controlled chaos. watching him, you realize his art isn't just skill; it's instinct, a part of him you hadn't seen before.
his passion for art is kind of attractive..
he occasionally glances over, subtly guiding your hand, encouraging you to loosen your grip. under his quiet influence, your lines grow steadier, more confident, rough edges softening. the difference between your hesitant strokes and his sure, sweeping ones is stark, but with every minute, you feel a little closer to understanding his world.
time slips by unnoticed as he works, the classroom fading around you.
before you even realize it, the class bell rings. what felt like a few minutes has somehow stretched into what must've been almost an hour. you blink, surprised at how quickly the time passed.
bachira looks up from the notebook, a satisfied grin on his face. "wow, we actually got a lot done."
you nod, feeling a little breathless. "yeah, it didn't feel like work at all."
you slowly start packing up your things, your fingers lingering on the edges of your sketchbook like you're not quite ready to leave.
carefully, you close the notebook and slide it into your bag, making sure everything fits just right. your pencil case follows, tucked in neatly, and you smooth down your papers one last time before folding them away.
the noise of the classroom starts to fill your ears again—the hum of voices, the scrape of chairs.
you sling your bag over your shoulder and glance at him one last time.
bachira catches your eye and gives you a quick, energetic wave—his usual bright grin lighting up his face. you smile, lifting your hand to wave back, fingers trembling just a little. that small, simple exchange lingers longer than you expect, like a quiet promise that this is only the beginning.
it starts small — little moments scattered between classes and the art project. you find yourself lingering by your locker just a little longer when you know bachira might walk by. sometimes he does, tossing you a grin or a quick joke that makes your chest warm.
one afternoon, you're both stuck after school, finishing the project together in the nearly empty art room. the sun filters through the windows, casting golden light across scattered papers and paintbrushes. bachira's messy hair falls into his eyes as he leans over the table, completely absorbed in his sketch.
you sit beside him, your elbow brushing his accidentally. he doesn't pull away. instead, he looks up, catches your eye, and grins like he's just found something exciting. the silence between you feels comfortable, filled with the quiet hum of shared focus.
you didn't notice it at first — the way some students would glance at bachira with barely hidden smirks, or whisper behind their hands when he walked by. it wasn't until you heard the teasing yourself, faint but sharp, that it hit you how unfair it all was. how mean it was.
one afternoon, you're passing by the lockers when you catch a group laughing at him. their words sting—calling him weird, mocking his drawings, poking fun at him.
something inside you tightens. bachira, with his chaotic sketches and wild ideas, has become more than just a classmate. he's someone who's made you laugh, helped you with art, and been a great friend to you.
you step forward, voice calm but unwavering. "why don't you stop? he's not hurting anyone."
the group turns, surprised by your boldness. one sneers, "why do you care? he's just a weirdo."
you meet their eyes, steady and clear. "maybe. but he's my friend. i like his weirdness."
a heavy silence falls. bachira appears beside you, his usual grin replaced by something softer—thankful, maybe even a little surprised.
for a moment, he just looks at you, like he's seeing you in a whole new way. it's like you've hung the sun and moon up just for him, lighting up a part of him he didn't know was waiting.
his eyes soften, and there's a quiet vulnerability there—an unspoken "thank you" that feels bigger than words. he scratches the back of his neck, a little awkward but genuine, and for once, he doesn't need to be the loud, wild guy to catch your attention.
"you don't have to thank me." you smile.
from then on, bachira watches you with this wild, almost dreamy look in his eyes—as if he's trying to figure out how someone like you can exist. to him, you're like a masterpiece nobody else seems to notice. every little thing you do—how you bite your lip when you're concentrating, the way you laugh quietly at something only you find funny, even how you nervously fiddle with your bag strap—feels perfectly real and somehow incredible.
in his mind, you're this rare mix of calm and fire, someone who sees the world differently but doesn't try to shout about it. you're the kind of person who doesn't need to be loud to be noticed, but who holds this magnetic energy that pulls him in without him even realizing it.
he thinks you're perfect not because you're flawless, but because you're you. to bachira, you're like the best kind of art: full of life. and maybe that's why, when you're around, everything else feels a little brighter, a little more possible.
bachira bursts into the locker room, eyes wild and voice barely containing his excitement. isagi looks up from his gear, already familiar with bachira's explosive moods.
"yo, isagi," bachira starts, pacing like he's got ants in his pants, "there's this girl. no joke, she's different from anyone i've ever met."
isagi smirks, folding his arms. "oh yeah? who's got you this fired up?"
bachira runs a hand through his tangled hair, eyes sparkling. "it's y/n. yeah, that y/n — the quiet one who's kinda fierce in her own way. she's insane, man. not just 'cool' or 'nice'—she's perfect."
isagi chuckles. "sounds like you're hooked."
"hooked doesn't even cover it," bachira says, voice dropping like he's sharing a secret. "she just... gets it, you know? without me saying a word. she's calm but strong, and when she's around, it's like everything else falls into place."
isagi laughs, shaking his head.
bachira grins, eyes shining with something softer than usual. "she's the one, isagi. no doubt about it."
he started showing up with snacks almost out of nowhere. at first, it was subtle—like he just happened to be near the vending machine after class and grabbed something. but you quickly caught on to the pattern. every day, a new little treat would appear on your desk or tucked into your bag: a candy bar, your favorite flavored chips, a mysterious drink you hadn’t tried before.
he never made a big deal about it. no grand announcements, no flashy gestures. just a quick, sheepish grin when you caught him slipping the snacks to you. sometimes his fingers would fumble with the wrapper like he was nervous, but he never stopped trying.
it was his way of showing he cared without having to say it outright. each snack felt like a quiet promise: “i’m thinking of you.” and honestly, it made your day brighter—knowing someone was paying attention to what you liked, making small efforts just to see you smile.
then, the notes.
those little sketches doodled in the margins of his notebook, always playful and wild. during class, when the teacher’s back was turned or the lesson dragged on too long, he’d sneak you tiny folded pieces of paper. each one had a drawing—sometimes goofy, sometimes thoughtful, always just for you.
there were funny caricatures of your classmates, exaggerated and silly, making you snicker quietly. other times, he’d sketch scenes from your art project, adding little details you hadn’t noticed, as if he was inviting you into his world through ink and paper.
the notes felt like secret messages, small bursts of connection in the quiet hum of the classroom. you started looking forward to finding them tucked in your notebook or slipped onto your desk, like little reminders that someone was thinking about you even when words were hard to say aloud.
one day, you find a note waiting for you that’s different from the rest. it’s no longer just a sketch or a joke—it’s a drawing of the two of you, standing side by side, surrounded by everything that made you both who you are: messy notebooks, scattered snacks, wild doodles.
there’s no need for words, because the picture says it all. you smile softly, folding the note carefully and slipping it into your bag.
from that moment on, everything feels a little brighter, a little closer.
until something unexpected happens.
@ lveisagi, please do not copy, translate, or repost my work. all rights reserved.
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