two time x healer!reader, light gore, little suggestive
summary
two time is injured in a round, and as a support its your duty to heal them! but you get a little too curious about their wings, and get caught in their net.
The harsh sound of bones cracking and settling into place echoes through the cold air of Yorick's Resting Place, leaving a chill down your spine. The sound is... disturbing, to say the least, but you're more disturbed by the fact it's familiar.
The uncomfortable sounds leads you to your target, Two Time, hunched behind a wall and breathing heavily. Blood splattered across their frail frame, shaking like a tree in a hurricane, recovering from their 'respawning'. Spindly wings poke out from their back, sharp and dripping with blood and ripped flesh.
You've never witnessed the wings growth before, but based on the aftermath you can only assume it's painful.
And yet, disturbingly beautiful.
It takes crouching right in front of them for them to notice you, frantic eyes snapping to yours. Their constant, crazed grin sends another shiver down your spine. "...My blessing. You're here."
You quickly assess their wounds. As per usual, their wounds have all healed from their 'second life'-- aside from their back where their wings ripped out of their skin, which you can't do anything about. You sigh in relief. You bring a hand up to cup their face, and they nuzzle into it, still shivering.
Your eyes drift over to their wings again, gory and inviting, and a thought sparks into your mind.
"Can I... can I touch your wings?"
You immediately notice a change in their expression, as their manic grin deepens. Given their current state, you can't really tell what that means. If they're hard to read normally, then it's downright impossible when they've entered their 'second life'. But, you assume it's good, when they silently answer your question by shifting slightly to give you better access to their wing.
You reach out, pressing a gentle touch into the wing, feeling the bone under your fingers with a small sense of awe. Blood smears beneath the pads of your fingers, but you can't quite bring yourself to be disgusted. You feel them shudder under the touch, and realize that the newly formed wings must be sensitive. So, you make sure every touch is merely a ghost, not wanting to overwhelm them so soon after their first death.
But, as soon as you're distracted, leaning in to run your fingers along the smooth bone and blood, they strike-- and you're suddenly trapped in the cage of their arms, squeezed in a tight hug. You gasp in surprise, and then sigh when you feel them bury their head into the crook of your neck, hit with the realization that you aren't getting out of this anytime soon.
You can feel their smile pressed into your skin as they breathe you in.
"You truly are divine." They mumble into you, delicately placing a small kiss into the spot where they spoke before moving to a new spot along your throat. "The Spawn has blessed me with you, my sweet guardian angel."
They continue on like that, kissing and biting and muttering praises into your neck as you squirm in their grasp, like some sort of ritual. You weakly try to argue that the other survivors need you, but neither of you buy that you really want this to stop. You at least take the opportunity to continue messing with their wings, caressing and coating your fingers in their blood, causing them to stop mid-praise to let out a shaky sigh before continuing. You let your other hand snake up to their hair, gently playing with it while you embrace each other in your own strange way, the other survivors all but forgotten...
Until you hear someone screech and the sound of a machete finding its place in someones flesh. You abruptly squirm out of their hold to snap to your feet, face flushed and panicked as you realize you almost forgot you need to help the rest of the team as well.
You quickly apologize and run off, and Two Time slowly rises to their feet as you run towards the danger, watching you with adoration (and jealousy for the poor bastard you need to heal next.)
You just hope that whichever survivor got hurt doesn't choose to point out the marks on your neck while you're healing them.
im workikg on the requests yall i swear, i am just struggling to write 1x rn .... yall love her so much but i just cnannnoot figure out his personality .... im working on it i swear
tell me kf theres any formstting errors, tumblr started fighting me about my dividers while i was editing this????????? ill fix them when i get off work whatever
When you're one of the managers of blue lock and tryna bag the huzz but Y/N somehow joins in cuz she's Ego's daughter, built different and the "only" girl in blue lock so now you got no chance of bagging the huzz
TW!! - sfw, GN!reader, MH duo and Natalie not included, somewhat established rls
JEFF
On his tomfoolery as usual
Do NOT let him read the instructions, he will tell you the wrong measurements on purpose
Keeps eating the batter, you just can't prove it
Impatient asf, constantly bothering you when it gets out in the oven
Pulls it out when it's halfway done and says he can eat it just fine
hates decorating too, thinks it takes too much time. The man just wants to eat the damn dessert
Any cooking utensils you give him will be used as a weapon against your butt and forehead
He like cookies, anything else and he just won't help and all
BEN
So unproductive it's annoying
"How many eggs do we need?" "I dunno" "flour?" "No clue" and he'll be the one HOLDING the Instructions
Brings his switch in the kitchen after you told him not to and proceeded to be mad when there was batter on the screen
Only helpful with decorating it, has severely unrealistic ideas for it though
like legitimately thinks he can make a cupcake tower (don't let him, it will fall and he will whine the whole time about cleaning it up)
also wants to swap ingredients for other weird things, like trying to put monster energy instead of milk
Takes all the credit once it's finished
Cake pops are his go to because they don't take long
TOBY
He's trying his best
The icing is crooked, there's probably too much salt (the recipe doesn't call for salt) and he's very overstimulated
There's probably flour all over the counter because no matter where he puts the bag, he'll knock it over on accident
He's great at assisting you though, absolutely amazing when it comes to retrieving ingredients or practically anything you 'order' him to do
Just for the love of God don't leave him alone in that kitchen, he will panic and burn something
He likes making cookies, however he will burn them
EJ
Somehow good at it?? Like, suspiciously good
Extremely specific with the ingredients and how much to put, has the instructions memorized so if you throw away the box early it's fine
Even though he's good at it, he prefers to watch you actually
Doesn't like baking all that much because he considers it messy, cooking on the other hand...
Also really good with decorating but I fear he takes it very seriously, do not try and break his focus when he's doing that shell border frosting
Prefers large projects that don't take up much time but you can still see the effort put into them
HELEN
He's not really that into baking honestly
Very average at it, not outstanding but he can definitely make something
Doesn't do well with big projects like cakes or pies, prefers cookies and cupcakes
The baking process itself is pretty bland, he doesn't appreciate it much but he thinks the science aspect is somewhat admirable
However
Give this man some fondant and icing and he can recreate the mona lisa
Does really well with dark blue, gold, and (you guessed it) red frosting
Do be aware there's a small chance he didn't use food coloring for the red frosting, just don't think about it too much....
LJ
Oh poor baby
He wants to help so so so bad
But the thing is he's terrible at it
He has the enthusiasm and the energy, but has terrible patience and keeps adding way too much sugar because he doesn't think it'll affect the recipe that much
If you do let him put in that much sugar though, he's probably going to be the only one who can safely consume it
Cupcakes are his favorite, if he can't make those then he's making cake pops
He also has the tendency to eat the dessert before you can even finish decorating the batch so you have to work pretty quick
JANE
Simple, but still tea
Honestly a top tier late night baking partner or if you simply just don't want to be overstimulated
Has good patience, almost too good though, be sure to check on them
Anything cakey, cupcakes, cakes, maybe a pie if she feeling experimental but she hates cookies because she never gets the spacing right (I'm not projecting shut up)
White frosting and black sprinkles or just none at all
She prefers the process of making them over the final product, she doesn't really have a sweet tooth like that but she loves to watch you enjoy them
NINA
Sugar cookie girl and you cannot tell me otherwise
That's literally the only thing she bakes
But she has this little talent where she can put little designs on the batter
Yes she does miscalculate how far apart she supposed to put the cookies but she doesn't care because they taste amazing regardless
Too many sprinkles, please supervise her while she holding the canister. She will put the whole jar and find no issue with it
Likes to make little weird crackers with the leftover frosting and puts them with the cookies
He is literally my type. I want a guy to match my humor, someone funny, someone who's not afraid to be rude, someone who can be hyper and can be chill, intelligent, tall, deep voice, great fashion taste, MATCH MY FREAK-
He CANONLY said that he'd be an artist if he didnt come across soccer in the egoist Bible and I'm an artist too🥹
he was asked, "Whos ur fav historical figure" he literally said "you. the person reading this (Me??🤭). life is equally beautiful and ugly. let's enjoy it together since we live in the same era" LIKE HELLO??? that's why I love u so much shidou my little cutie patootie gyaruo neapolitan ice cream freak🥰💞
Like fr he's kinda the opposite of me, he's not afraid to express himself, I am😭 (Even though it might not seem like I am online) im lowkey kinda shy and when I say shy, I don't mean 🤭🥺🌸 I mean 🙂🧍🏾🥲 but I let that shit out as soon as I get comfortable wit somebody. He's favorite color is pink, mine is blue OMG TV GIRL REFERENCCCEEE girl sybau-
Anyway idk why tf im just yapping away, pretty sure I belong in a padded rooma at this point-
THE LITTLE (m) IN THE BEGINNING SENTENCE IS TAKING ME OUT YOU'RE NOT SLICK 😭
this whole thing is giving "ovulation" and i am here for it honestly, like you and shidou GENUINELY seem like such a good match and a perfect pair (beabadobee reference 🤭)!!!
i ship tatsuo and shidou, you two could be gyarus and artists together 🩷💛
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who kicked his mucky little football into your head when you were only 4, while you were playing with a baby doll in on the grass, and he laughed as you cried, only piping down to give you a hug when you didn't stop.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who, when you were both 7, taught you how to craft little paper flowers, and painted you a self portrait (albeit very... abstract), and laughed when he found all the things he ever made you in your room, and never wanted to leave
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who watched silently as you and your mum made cookies in the kitchen when you were 9, he didnt want to mess up your space when you seemed to be in your element
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who tackled you over with screams and laughs when he found out you were going to the same middle school. You didn't let go of him that day, and he showed it off like a damn prize.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who, when you were transitioning into middle school, watched helplessly as you cried because of your bullies, only able to comfort you the same way he did when you were 4, by hugging you. However, the same girls who made fun of you showed back up to school with scrapped hair and bruises (he dosen't discriminate by gender).
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who, when you were in 3rd year junior high, watched as you got you got your first boyfriend. As you stopped drawing on his legs during break, stopped putting your makeup on him, stopped spending as much time with him
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who couldn't cry. not yet. He'd save that for the depths of the night, where he becomes nothing. But during the day he'd watch. He couldn't hurt your boyfriend, that would hurt you too.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who, as you started highschool, held you as you cried again, but this time he could give you some words of consolation. He had grown. But what hadn't matured was his violent nature. He finally got to scratch that itch. Your cheating boyfriend didn't show up to school for days. And neither did that snide side chick.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who had you back to himself. You'd watch him train, do arts with him, study (unproductively) with him, go to the movies. And this time, when he was at your house, finally made those cookies with you. So .Much. Mess.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who kissed you back messily, happily, once you pounced on him. Who kissed every inch of your face. When he asked you why, you said it came to you in a dream. He guessed it was a freaky one.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who was flattered when you cried, when he went to Blue Lock. He smiled, kissed you and pinched the fat of your stomach teasingly, and biting the tip of your nose as you giggled, tears drying up. He called you everyday when he got his phone back. You cried again.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who laughed his ass of as you swore and screamed during the U-20 match, blew you a kiss, and looked right at you when he got that dopamine hit. He laughed even harder when he got all those jealous texts from you about a certain pink haired midfielder.
Childhood bestfriend Shidou who's madly in love with you.
Hi pretty! Just followed u yesterday bc you’re so amazing/sexy/beautiful and I love you and I think ur rlly cool and amazing and yes. And you like Shidou, so ur taste is amazing.
I wanted to start writing/posting on tumblr, bc why not, and I just wanted to ask if u had any tips or suggestions on how to get started?
MWAH!!💋 XOXO - Dolly Darling
Heyyy darlinggg💞
I just HAD to follow/MOOT ya because it's rare as hell to find og bllk fans AND we both like Shidou🤤
Mmh when I first started writing, I first made my intro/welcome post so your readers get to know you better :), find a theme you like - there's tons of creators on here that make dividers to use OR you can create your own :D
I would also go ahead and create a Rules post cuz theres some weird ass people that send some disgusting shit.
Then when you're done with that and want to start writing, you could write something inspired or something you've been thinking about ✨
and what ever you do, don't mind the hate stuff, just ignore em because they need to learn - IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING THEN SCROLL BITCH-
HIII!!!! not a request, just wanted to say i adore your work!!! i love how you write and characterise each character, i honestly just think youre super cool 😭
have an amazing day!!! 💗
HIIII tysm😭🤍🤍🤍 you don't understand how much this meant to me🤍🤍
Drink and eat healthy, have a amazing day to you toooo💋
I love Shidou so fucking much I'm literally CRRYYING
He is literally my type. I want a guy to match my humor, someone funny, someone who's not afraid to be rude, someone who can be hyper and can be chill, intelligent, tall, deep voice, great fashion taste, MATCH MY FREAK-
He CANONLY said that he'd be an artist if he didnt come across soccer in the egoist Bible and I'm an artist too🥹
he was asked, "Whos ur fav historical figure" he literally said "you. the person reading this (Me??🤭). life is equally beautiful and ugly. let's enjoy it together since we live in the same era" LIKE HELLO??? that's why I love u so much shidou my little cutie patootie neapolitan ice cream freak🥰💞
Like fr he's kinda the opposite of me, he's not afraid to express himself, I am😭 (Even though it might not seem like I am online) im lowkey kinda shy and when I say shy, I don't mean 🤭🥺🌸 I mean 🙂🧍🏾🥲. He's favorite color is pink, mine is blue OMG TV GIRL REFERENCCCEEE- girl sybau-
Anyway idk why tf im just yapping away, pretty sure I belong in a padded room-
Includes: mentions of reader being naked, mentions of reader's panties (in Raichi's part) but nothing spicy. Reo's part is during after his break up with Nagi.
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You show up to Blue Lock as this scrawny, slightly soft-voiced “guy” who somehow has godlike dribbling. Everyone’s like “uhh.. he’s kinda pretty though” and you’re just there sweating bullets.
You even bind your chest and wear baggy clothes 24/7. You’re super careful in the showers, always like “nah bro, I already showered” or “I got a stomach ache, I’ll go later.”
Isagi, bless his confused little heart, is the first one to notice the odd things—your locker smells suspiciously nice, your deodorant smells like vanilla instead of Axe, and one time you dropped something that very much looked like a pad.
He was like “…wait… nah I’m trippin’, maybe he’s just really hygienic??”
Y’all start training together constantly. You and Isagi make a surprisingly good duo—he reads your plays too well, and you keep hyping him up.
He starts catching feelings but doesn’t realize it. Like—why is he blushing when you ruffle his hair after a goal? Why’s he staring at your lips when you talk?
Cue him at 2 a.m. in the dorms:
“No. I’m not gay. I’m NOT. He’s just… really cool. And smells good. And has really soft hands. And—WHAT THE FUCK YOICHI STOP IT 😭”
Bachira definitely teases him like “Wow Isagi, you’re awfully close with [Name] lately..”
Isagi, dying inside. “SHUT UP! IT’S NOT LIKE THAT.”
So after practice one day, everyone hits the showers. You, as usual, vanish real quick to avoid exposure.
But Isagi’s brain’s like “hm.. I’ve never actually SEEN [Name] in the showers…” and curiosity absolutely kills him.
He ends up walking past the baths and—boom. There you are. Your sitting half way in the bath pool, back facing him, naked apparently. Hair down. No binder. No disguise. Just you. and poor Isagi’s soul leaves his body.
He freezes mid-step, blush hitting MAX levels, and just stares until you notice him and yell.
“SHIT- ISAGI GET OUT-!”
You both scream. You’re throwing towels, he’s covering his eyes, absolutely embarrassing.
Once you wrap yourself in a towel, the panic dies down, you BEG him not to tell anyone. You’re like “Yoichi, please. If Ego or anyone else finds out, I’m done for.”
He’s flustered as hell, but he nods. “I won’t say anything, promise.”
From that day on, he’s basically your unofficial bodyguard.
He blocks anyone who gets too close in the locker room.
He makes up the most UNconvincing excuses like “Nah, [Name]’s sick today, he’s not showering.”
If someone comments on your smell or your looks, he’s instantly glaring like “watch it.”
He’s SO protective now it’s lowkey adorable. Like you went from “teammates” to “Isagi’s secret”
But now that he knows you’re a girl?? Oh it’s over for him.
He tries to act normal but every time you talk to him he’s red. You pass him water and he fumbles it. You pat his back and he nearly combusts.
During matches, his “ego” side kicks in even harder. He’s all “I’ll become the best striker in the world—no, WE’LL become the best.” And you’re standing there like :0
You start teasing him for it, like “You only play that well when I’m watching, huh?”
Isagi, stuttering: “T-that’s not true! I just… uhm… focus better when you’re there.”
Y’all eventually have this late-night talk where you admit how much soccer means to you and why you joined Blue Lock. He respects you even more for it.
Extras :D
Bachira definitely catches on eventually and just goes “Ohhh so THAT’S why Isagi’s been all blushy~”
Chigiri sides with you immediately like “Okay, I support you. But please tell me where you got that deodorant.”
Isagi tries a LIL HARDER and keeps your secret till the bitter end, no matter what. He’d literally fight Ego if he had to.
When outside of Blue Lock and you don’t have to hide anymore, he’s the first one cheering for you when you step onto the field as yourself.
So boom — you pull up to Blue Lock disguised as a guy cuz duh, girls ain’t allowed but your obsession with soccer is too deep to give up. You’re wearing a chest binder, loose uniform, a bit of hairstyling, practicing deep voices, a lil make up to look more masculine.
You manage to fool everyone for weeks—except Shidou who starts getting weirdly interested in you after like two games.
He’s all like “Yo, pretty boy, you got nice foot dominance for a short guy.”
You: “Uhm.. Thanks?? Shit, I guess my heights pretty noticable..”
Him: “What? Complimenting my teammate. No need to make this seem awkward.”
You immediately regret your life choices cuz this man does NOT know how to leave you alone.
Shidou’s brain is just fried. Every time you pass him the ball, he feels his heart actually flutter and he’s like “nahhh no way, I ain’t actually into a dude, am I??” (Which lets be honest here, he probably doesn't care about genders)
He’s hitting the locker room mirror like:
“Ryusei, you like girls. GIRLS. Not your pretty lil teammate who smells like strawberries and tackles too cleanly.”
Everyone thinks Shidou’s extra feral during practice lately—nah, he’s just trying to cope with his gay panic.
He flirts anyway though, licking his teeth at you, always finding ways to get closer to you on the field. He’s unfiltered like worse then hell. “You blushing, pretty boy?” “Shut up, I’m just sweaty!” “Yeah, that’s what they all say~”
But then he starts noticing stuff. Your locker has razors. He finds a women's deodorant. He swears he saw a sports bra under your shirt once when your jersey lifted.
He’s like “Okay, either my teammate’s a femboy, or something’s not adding up.”
One day he catches you leaving the showers dry as hell and he goes, “Yo, you allergic to water or somethin’, hotshot?”
You: “Mind your business.”
Him: “Tch, mysterious, I like that.”
You are fighting for your life in that facility 😭
After a rough practice, everyone’s in the showers—except you, again. Shidou’s curiosity hits the fan.
He sneaks into the other side of the bath area (nosy lil shit he is), and there you are—no disguise, towel around you, hair down, a lotta curves, fully feminine.
His jaw drops. His brain completely bluescreens.
“Oh… oh. So THAT’S why I wanted to eat you.” ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°
You nearly scream, snatch your towel, and threaten to kill him if he says a word.
He’s just grinning like a cat that caught the world’s juiciest secret:
“Don’t worry, sweetheart~ your secret’s safe with me… for a price~”
Even though half of his reason of being here in Blue Lock is to kick people out to make his goal easier, he's not telling cuz he's waaayyy too attached to you.
You’re dead serious about keeping your identity hidden, Shidou’s like “yeah, yeah, I gotchu.”
…Except his version of “keeping a secret” is acting even more suspicious.
He starts sitting next to you all the time.
He blocks the other guys from getting too close.
Calls you “cutie” or “princess” in code (“Yo, pretty striker~”).
Everyone’s like “Damn Shidou’s really attached to [Name] huh” and he’s like “Can you blame me?”
You can’t tell if he’s helping you or making it worse.
He keeps teasing you:
“Careful, sweetheart, someone might notice you if you keep batting those lashes at me.”
“I’M NOT—”
“Relax, I’m the only one who knows. Kinda hot, though, right? The secret thing~”
You threaten him every other day, but he still brings you protein bars and says “for my favorite teammate~” with the most smug grin.
He lowk becomes protective too. If someone talks trash or gets too physical with you during a match, he’s in their face like: “Touch em again and I’ll crack your head open with just one kick.”
You: “Tch, you’re insane.”
Him: “Yeah, but I’m your insane.”
One night you’re both sneaking in extra training, you to keep improving, him cuz he’s addicted to adrenaline.
You finally tell him why you joined/snuck in Blue Lock—how you just wanted a shot at proving a woman could stand among the best strikers in Japan.
He actually listens. Doesn’t interrupt. No teasing. Just… genuine admiration.
Then he grins, voice low: “You’re crazy, y’know that? Sneaking into a testosterone pit just to chase your dream. I like that kinda crazy.”
And he means it. You’re both insane, passionate, goal-obsessed. Perfect match tbh.
Extras >:D
He definitely teases and edges your worries now that he knows.
“You know I could expose you right now, right?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You’re right. Then I couldn’t stare at you every day~”
You sneak into Blue Lock disguised as a guy cuz there’s no way you’re missing that chance to play soccer with the best of the best. You style your hair, deepen your voice a bit, bind your chest, and keep to yourself.
Everyone just thinks you’re that quiet, talented kid who doesn’t talk much but plays scary good football.
Rin notices you immediately—not because you stand out, but because you don’t try to. You’re calm, precise, and your plays make sense.
He’s like, “finally someone who isn’t an idiot.”
At first, Rin treats you like everyone else—cold, distant, barely speaking. But you keep stealing his spotlight with your quick reading of plays, and it pisses him off at first.
Then he realizes you’re not trying to outshine him… you’re trying to work with him.
That’s when the switch flips. Suddenly, he’s watching you more. Studying your form. Correcting your foot placement mid-practice with a little too much attention.
He catches himself thinking, “Why the hell does he smell like lavender?”
“Why does his voice sound soft when he says my name?”
“Why do I—NO. NO. I DON’T.”
He starts noticing weird stuff:
Your locker has pads, tampons and women's deodorant hidden in your bag.
You either skip the showers or go last after everyone every time.
When you get elbowed in the chest during practice, you wince harder than you should.
Rin’s analytical brain is like, these details don’t add up…
He tries to ignore it, but the curiosity starts eating at him. “Is he really a she?”
After a brutal night training session, everyone hits the showers except you. Rin stays behind, stretching. He notices you sneaking off again.
He follows quietly—like a ninja, and when he rounds the corner near the bath area—boom. There you are. No disguise, towel wrapped around you, hair loose, shoulders bare.
His heart stops.
You freeze too, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
The silence is so loud.
“Rin— I can explain—”
“You are… a girl.”
“…Please don’t tell anyone.”
He doesn’t even blink for a full ten seconds before muttering, “I won’t.” Then he turns around, walks off, and immediately has an internal meltdown in the hallway.
He keeps your secret without hesitation. Doesn’t tease you, doesn’t question your reasons, doesn’t gossip. Just—dead serious, “If you want to stay, I’ll help you.”
From then on, Rin’s your sorta protector. If someone gets too close, he’s immediately stepping between you and them.
If anyone askes about you, Rin deflects like a pro. “He’s just talented. Don’t bother him.”
Now that he knows, he’s completely ruined inside. Every time you smile, his stomach flips. Every time you praise him, his face heats up.
You catch him staring and he just glares to hide the blush.
You: “You good?”
Rin: “Yeah. You just… missed that shot.”
You: “No I didn’t.”
Rin: “…Whatever.”
(He’s lying. You didn’t. He just needed a reason to stop staring at your lips 💀.)
He starts training with you alone at night—“to improve synergy,” he says. But really, he just likes being around you without anyone else noticing.
One late night after practice, you both sit on the field, exhausted. You finally tell him why you risked everything to join Blue Lock—how women never get chances like this, and you had to prove yourself.
He looks at you for a long time, then quietly says,
“You already did.”
You blink. “What?”
“You’re the only person here who makes me want to play harder.”
He looks away, ears pink. “Don’t make me say it twice.”
That’s Rin’s version of “I like you.”
Extras :)
When outside of Blue Lock, Rin personally trains with you to prep for your debut in the women’s league. He says it’s to “maintain form,” but it’s 100% an excuse to see you every day.
Sae eventually meets you and smirks like, “So this is the girl making my brother act human.”
Rin: “Shut. Up.”
You catch him watching you from the sidelines at your first official match—arms crossed, pretending he’s not proud out of his mind.
Reo’s heartbroken as hell after splitting with Nagi. Bro’s all “I don’t need anyone” but you can tell he’s lonely under that ego and quietness.
You sneak into Blue Lock under disguise—short hair, deeper voice, “guy” posture—and get assigned to Reo’s team after Nagi leaves for Isagi and Bachira.
Everyone thinks you’re just this calm, adaptable newbie with smooth control and a sharp playstyle. Reo notices you immediately.
He’s like, “Okay… maybe this one won’t leave me.” 😭
You two start syncing way too fast. Reo calls your passes “clean,” and your feedback “refreshing.” You’re the first one to actually challenge him instead of following his lead.
Late-night training turns into quiet convos about “dreams” and “partnerships.”
He tells you he doesn’t trust people easily anymore—then immediately feels weirdly safe around you.
You’re there thinking, “damn this man needs therapy and a hug” but you can’t even comfort him too much without risking blowing your cover :|
He’s observant as hell. He starts noticing:
Your scent’s not masculine—it’s light and floral.
Your locker’s too organized. (He literally said, “No guy I know folds their towels that neatly, [Name].” 💀)
When he high-fives you, your hands feel smaller and softer.
He tries to brush it off—until one day you forget your voice drop mid-laugh. He freezes.
“Your voice… did you—”
“uhh— sore throat! pollen!”
“…right.” (He doesn’t buy it. At all.)
After a crazy match, everyone heads to the showers. You, as usual, vanish instantly.
Reo’s packing up when he realizes you left your water bottle behind, so he goes to return it.
He pushes open the door to the side bath area—and there you are. No disguise. Half way in the water. Hair down. Bare shoulders and half of your chest exposed.
He freezes. Absolutely loses motor function. Just stands there.
You turn around, flustered mid-yell: “REO—?!?!”
His face turns beet red, he goes: “...You’re— a girl?”
You, panicking: “Please don’t tell anyone! I’ll get kicked out!”
He puts his hands up all calm with a lil smile like, “Hey, hey—don’t worry. You trusted me as your partner, right? This doesn’t change that.”
He swears not to say a word. He doesn’t even flinch when other players ask where you disappear to after training.
You still play together, but now he’s hyper-aware of everything.
Stands just slightly closer during strategy talks.
Gets all protective if someone tackles you too hard.
His usual flirty tone? yeah, that’s gone. He’s soft now. Gentle. Almost reverent.
“You don’t have to hide around me,” he says one night.
You: “I do. Everyone else can’t know.”
Reo: “Then I’ll just make sure they never find out.”
He starts catching feelings FAST. But he’s like, “No, I just admire her courage.”
Bro. You are literally blushing when even she talks to you. Stop lying.
You compliment his teamwork and he short-circuits. “You really think so?”
“Yeah. You’re incredible.”
“...You’re gonna make me fall for you if you keep talking like that.” (He says it jokingly. He’s not joking.)
He becomes your safe space. You start dropping the fake voice when you’re alone with him, laughing freely, and he looks like he’s hearing music for the first time. 🥹
Extras :3
One night after a hard loss, you find him sitting alone on the field. You sit beside him quietly.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… thinking about Nagi. About how I wasn’t enough.”
“Reo, you were. You just wanted it more than he did.”
He looks at you, long and soft and vulnerable:
“You talk like someone who’s seen people walk away, too.”
“…Maybe.”
“Then maybe we don’t have to walk alone anymore.”
He leans in, but doesn’t kiss you—just brushes his fingers against yours. “When Blue Lock’s over, I wanna see you again. The real you.”
When you finally come out as yourself after Blue Lock? He’s there in the front row, clapping the loudest, whispering, “Knew you’d make it, angel.” 🥹
You show up at Blue Lock disguised as a guy—hair tucked, voice dropped, chest wrapped, the whole package.
And unlucky for you… you get stuck with Team Z’s resident angry chihuahua, Raichi. 💀
First thing he says when he meets you:
“Oi! You better not be one of those lazy pretty boys!”
You: “Uh… I’m not.”
Him: “Good. Let’s fight.”
From that moment on, you two have this rival/friendship energy. You’re constantly arguing but you lowkey push each other to get better.
He’s like “COME ON, PASS TO ME, DICKHEAD!!”
You’re like “Then MOOOVE YOUR ASS INTO POSITION!!”
Isagi in the background: “please stop arguing mid-game.”
You quickly become one of his buddies. He treats you like one of the guys—gives you noogies, throws his arm around you, yells “LET’S GOOOOO” after goals.
He even calls you “my lil bro” once. You almost choke. 💀
You have to constantly remember to act “guy-like,” but the way he trusts you? makes your heart ache. He’s the first one to fist bump you before matches.
And when you’re exhausted after training, he’ll grumble, “C’mon, dude, hydrate. You look like you’re gonna die,” and toss you a bottle. (boy’s secretly sweet, don’t lie.)
He starts noticing… weird stuff.
“Hey, why’s your shampoo smell like flowers?”
He once saw a pair of panties peeking out of your locker and went: “...Uhh, either he's one of THOSE guys or a creep.”
He even said, “Damn, your skin’s soft for a dude.” then immediately backed off like “I— I mean, no homo!!”
One night after a grueling match, everyone’s going to the showers. You say you’ll “hit it later” as usual. Raichi’s like, “Bro, you always dip late—what, scared of seeing real men naked??” you: internally SCREAMING.
He decides to follow you. because of course he does. 😭
He catches you sneaking to the private bath area and barges in yelling, “OI, IF YOU’RE GONNA—”
Then stops. Frozen.
You’re standing there, hair undone, towel wrapped, looking VERY not like a dude.
He goes: “....”
You: “Raichi. Don’t. Scream.”
Him: “BRO— YOU’RE— WAIT YOU’RE A GIRL?? Wait, your actually kinda sexy-”
You: “DUDE PLEASE SHUT UP.”
Him: visibly buffering.
“I— I— holy shit I thought you just had a baby face!!” 😭
You beg him not to tell anyone. You’re trembling and panicking, but he softens immediately.
“Hey. Breathe, okay? I ain’t snitchin’. If anyone’s gonna have a chance to make it to the top, it’s you.”
He swears he won’t say a thing—dead serious. “Blue Lock’s full of snakes, but I ain’t one of ‘em.”
After that, he changes.
He stops calling you “bro” so loud, but still slips sometimes.
Gets protective AS FUCK. If someone shoulder checks you too hard, he’s ready to throw hands.
He’ll grumble, “Tch, not like I care or anything,” but he’s glaring daggers at anyone who so much as looks at you.
Now that he knows, he’s hyper-aware of everything. Your actual laugh, your smile, how small you look next to him.
He keeps thinking, “Am I into her?? Wait—so was I flirting this whole time??”
You catch him staring and he panics like, “NO I WAS JUST CHECKING YOUR FORM—YOUR FOOTWORK I MEAN—DAMMIT.”
He starts calling you “dude” less and your name more, which weirdly hits harder than any compliment ever could.
After a win, you two are alone on the field celebrating. He’s like, “You did good out there, bro—uh, I mean… damn it.”
You giggle: “You can still call me bro if you want.”
“Nah. You’re more than that.”
He scratches his neck, red as hell.
“Listen, I don’t get all that mushy crap, but I like you, alright? Not ‘cause you’re a girl or whatever—‘cause you’re you. And you’ve been kickin’ my ass since day one.”
You: “...That’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”
Him: “Don’t make me regret it...”
He now threatens anyone who jokes about your “pretty face.”
Bachira: “You two have great chemistry—like soulmates!”
Raichi: “SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL TACKLE YOU.” 😭
He still yells “LET’S GOOOO” every time you score, but now it’s accompanied by an obvious grin.
Lowkey? He’s proud of you. Every damn day.
You pull a disguise yourself as a guy to get into Blue Lock. Your logic? If that pretty red-haired boy got a pass, then this will be a piece of cake, right?
You tie your hair, wear the baggiest uniform you can find, and even start talking a little lower just to sell it.
The first time Chigiri sees you, he actually pauses mid-run like, Huh, new guy’s kinda… delicate-looking too. Nice.
You both end up being the “pretty ones” of Team Z, to everyone’s confusion. Bachira calls y’all “the twins of femininity” and neither of you know whether to laugh or cry 💀
You and Chigiri click instantly. He’s graceful, competitive, and way too perceptive.
He helps you train, gives you pointers, even braids your hair once when it gets too long. (You panic inside the whole time like “he’s literally touching my disguise rn 😭.”)
He starts noticing that your “male voice” sometimes slips when you’re tired.
You: “Nah bro I’m just congested.”
Chigiri: “Yeah okay sure.”
He notices everything:
The way you wrap your chest when you think no one’s watching.
Your deodorant that smells suspiciously like vanilla sugar.
The soft lotion you use.
The fact that you always change in a locked stall.
At first he’s like “No way, right?” but the evidence keeps stacking up until he’s just staring at you like 🤨 every time you talk.
Eventually he’s internally screaming: “Okay, either he’s the most high-maintenance guy I’ve ever met or… no, impossible… right??”
One night after an intense match, everyone’s showering and you pull your usual disappearing act.
He follows quietly, and when he rounds the corner—yep. There you are. Undisguised, towel on, hair down, feminine as hell.
He just freezes mid-step. His brain: buffering noises
You: “Uhm-! C-Chigiri??? I can explain!”
Him: “...so I was right.”
You panic instantly more: “Please don’t tell anyone!”
Chigiri just smiles, soft as ever, “Relax. I can keep a secret, too.”
He promises to keep your identity safe. No teasing, no weird questions. Just quiet respect.
He even starts subtly helping you keep the act up — standing between you and nosy teammates, deflecting locker room talk, giving you signals when it’s time to dip before shower hour.
Everyone thinks you two are just weirdly close.
You two secretly just exchange knowing looks like ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°
After the reveal, something shifts. You’re way more relaxed around him, and he notices how your laugh sounds when you’re not faking your voice.
He starts getting all flustered when you smile for real. He’ll turn away like “It’s hot in here,” while his face is redder than ever.
You tease him sometimes, whispering, “You’re blushing, pretty boy.”
And he’ll roll his eyes, “Says the one who’s prettier than me.” (Y’all both freeze after that one 😭.)
One late night, you’re both sitting on the sidelines cooling down after practice. You open up about why you risked joining Blue Lock — how you just wanted to prove that your gender didn’t matter, that you were built to play.
Chigiri listens quietly, then says,
“You remind me of me before I came here. Scared of losing something, but too passionate to stop.”
You smile, “Guess we both don’t know how to quit, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s probably why I—” He stops himself, clears his throat, “—why I respect you so much.”
(Yeah okay, “respect.” Sure, Hyoma.)
Extras >:]
Bachira once joked, “You and [Name] should totally model shampoo commercials together!”
Chigiri’s face: (but secretly like, ...that’d be kinda cute.)
If Ego ever suspects anything, Chigiri’s poker face is too strong. “She? You mean he. You sure you’re not overanalyzing, Ego-san?”
When outside Blue Lock, Chigiri’s the one encouraging you to go pro for the women’s league. He even helps you train on the side, still calling you “partner.”
You pull up to Blue Lock in full stealth mode—hair short, voice a lil deeper, posture all “bro-like.” You’re living that ‘I just wanna play soccer, not get kicked out for being born with the wrong anatomy’ life.
You get tossed onto Team Z and instantly catch Bachira’s attention ‘cause you play with this mix of precision and chaos that matches his energy perfectly.
First practice together he’s like, “You’re fun! I like you!” and just attaches himself to you like a golden retriever.
You’re thinking “okay he’s just friendly” but nah he’s already calling you “my favorite striker buddy~” and ruffling your hair 24/7.
You both become partners in crime instantly—teaming up in games, pulling pranks, talking late at night about dreams and egos.
Bachira calls you “pretty boy” all the time as a joke, not knowing how dangerously close he is to the truth 💀
Then one day during a break, he lays across your lap ‘cause he’s “tired,” and you freeze like a statue, trying not to blow your cover. He’s there just staring up at you, smiling softly like: “You smell really nice, y’know that?”
You: panicking internally “Uh—soap?”
Bachira: “Hmm… floral soap.”
He’s not the most observant when it comes to logic, but his instincts are crazy. He starts noticing stuff like:
You never shower with the rest of the team.
Your locker smells faintly like strawberries.
You blush whenever someone jokes too close to the truth.
He starts connecting dots (incorrectly at first). “Wait… are you secretly like, a spy or something??”
You’re like “What?? No, bro, I just like privacy!”
Him: “Hmm… mysterious~ I like that.”
You are fighting for your life every day with this boy in the room. 😭
One night after a tough practice, everyone heads for the showers. You slip away like always.
Bachira, curious lil bro, decides to go looking for you—thinking maybe you’re hurt or sneaking snacks.
He walks into the bath area humming, opens the door—and there you are. No disguise. Towel. Hair down. Full-on girl reveal.
He just freezes. Mouth open. Brain lagging.
“...oh.”
You: “Bachira—!”
Him: “OH. You’re— You’re a GIRL?! 😳”
You’re panicking, trying to cover yourself with the towel. “Please don’t tell anyone! I’ll get kicked out!”
Bachira just breaks into the softest grin ever:
“Hehe~ secret between us then~.”
You: “Wait—you’re not mad?”
Him: “Why would I be mad? You’re still you. My favorite striker.” 🥹
He’s 100% on your side. Doesn’t tell a soul. He even helps you dodge the other guys when shower time comes.
But oh my god he teases you ENDLESSLY now that he knows.
“Careful, princess, your voice is slipping~”
“You run pretty for a guy. I mean, for a girl pretending to be a guy pretending to be a striker pretending to be a god.”
You: “Bro what-”
He starts calling you his “partner-in-crime” in a way too flirty tone now.
Everyone else just thinks you’re besties. They don’t realize he’s protecting your secret like it’s his favorite toy.
Bachira’s heart starts doing that weird flutter thing every time you smile or laugh.
He’s like, “Oh. So that’s why my monster gets excited when I see her.”
He’s weirdly soft now—checking in on you, sneaking snacks to your locker, cheering you on in practice.
You notice the difference, too. One night, you ask him why he’s helping you so much.
He shrugs, grin crooked, “’Cause I don’t wanna lose you. You make the game fun.”
Cue mutual staring and awkward blushing for 10 solid seconds.
After a match where you both play your hearts out, he just randomly blurts:
“Y’know, I think I like you.”
You: “Wha—like, like-like??”
Him: “Yup! The kind where I wanna play soccer with you forever and also hold your hand sometimes.”
You’re too stunned to speak, and he just giggles like, “Don’t worry, we can figure it out after you become the best striker in the world~”
