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Maybe I needed you

Kainess(kaiser x ness) —> angst, suicide, attachment issues, unrequited love, is*gi

"Get off of me already, Ness." Kaiser spat shrugging Ness' arm off of his shoulder. Ness blinked and stepped slightly black, meeting Kaiser's glare with his stupid frog-like smile. "Sorry, sorry," Ness began, "But that goal was amazing, Kaiser! Seriously, do you never feel good about them?" He laughed awkwardly.

"Of course I do...But that doesn't mean you have to be all over me for it." Kaiser looked disgusted, though Ness couldn't see that from the angle which he was stood. "Oh well-" "Just shut up, Ness. I'm going to go shower." Kaiser snapped abruptly.

Ness stood as if he was lost, watching Kaiser walk off into the Bastard München bathrooms. He wanted to go behind him, atleast enquire what was wrong with him. But it was oh so clear Kaiser didn't want to be bothered. Such a bittersweet feeling for Ness, really, a sour taste back into the past.

Being the youngest in a family full of dull scientists was never the life fit for him, especially after learning to adore magic. Siblings pushed him away, he'll even his own parents did! It was always as if he was never there and now that same indifferent feeling was carefully returning.

Ness never learnt to get attached to people, so that's why when Kaiser first saw and acknowledged him, he clung to the boy as if he was his lifeline pumping him with venom. And now that exact lifeline was being...cut off?

'Maybe it would be better if I...What could I do?' Ness thought as he realised Kaiser was no longer in his sight. "What if I just left?" He muttered in a breath.

The BM team had been invited to join some programme called...Blue Lock?

That clap sound echoed in Ness' mind. Kaiser...his beloved teammate pairing up with this Yoichi Isagi?! Who even was he? Who he compared to Ness? What was so special about him!? What did Kaiser see in him that he couldn't in Ness? Many emotions mixed within Ness yet the most prominent was jealousy.

However, what could Ness do? The two really were an amazing duo. Praised by the NEL masters, other teams, social media...Ness was irrelevant in the equation all together. Maybe Yoichi was better. But he didn't want that. Ness didn't want Yoichi to be better.

It was as if he was never there. He had tried to include himself, but it was like he was just a shadow. A quiet, still, useless shadow. All throughout the NEL he felt transparent. He contributed greatly in matches but it was as if those achievements were never seen! Not by Noa, not by Yoichi and especially not by Kaiser.

Pushed to the side, forgotten, maybe he wasn't meant for Kaiser after all. He was never Kaisers but oh did Ness really want Kaiser to be his.

The NEL had ended. BM was back in Germany. Kaiser hadn't talked to Ness once after their return. All Ness could remember Kaiser saying to him "Get lost, shitty Ness." Such sick words, yet he clinged onto them as if they meant something.

A week into their return, nothing. Just the odd words or few said in training, otherwise, nothing. Ness had given up entirely. Maybe he should've given up a while ago but he was all for optimism. He tried, he held on for so long, he really, really did. Yet it just wasn't enough.

It was a cold night in Germany. A dark one, at that. Ness stood alone on a bridge behind the shop where him and Kaiser would always go after practice to get sweets. Such a sweet memory. The breeze blew through his hair. It was a long fall down. 'No one could survive after falling all that, right?' Would his family care? No one would care, right? Kaiser wouldn't mind. He was thriving, right? Thriving without him.

Would he still thrive if Ness wasn't there at all?

It was on the news the next evening. 'Bastard München star, Alexis Ness, found dead under <insert name of bridge>.' It was broadcast on billboards throughout Germany. Kaiser only saw after practice. For the first time since he was a child, Kaiser's heart dropped.

'Ness? Dead?!'

The thought was frantic in his head. Questions after questions flooded his mind. 'How? Why? He seemed perfectly fine!' Ness was good at that. Pretending he was fine.

A few days had passed. The hospital had released an autopsy. Landed on his chest, ribs shattered, pierced his heart. Death was almost, if not, instant. It was clear suicide. Kaiser hadn't spoken to anyone since. What was he supposed to speak to people about anyways.

It was still processing in his mind. Ness was dead, as in never ever coming back. The question still lingered in his mind. 'Why did he do it?' What could've pushed him to do such an action?

Two weeks, and it was if everyone was back to normal. Everyone apart from Micheal Kaiser. It was another day at practice. The U-20 World Cup was here. Another failed shot, the ball hitting the rim of the net. "Blöder ball." Kaiser spat, brows furrowed. He could hear the rest of his teammates cursing him out aswell.

He would too, it was his second missed shot, nothing like him at all. It was all Ness' fault. If it wasn't for that idiots death, Kaiser would still he that great emperor. But then again, why was he letting Ness affect him? He's gone. He's been gone for 3 weeks now.

He needed to suck it up, get back on his own feet. His teammates sure had. Why couldn't he? He hated the feeling. The stupid feeling of not being better than everyone else. The feeling of not having someone to pull and push around. Ness.

Kaiser sat alone in his room. A shit ton load of empty, crumpled coke cans surrounding him. They weren't healthy and he knew that. But he didn't really care anymore, he hadn't been eating properly either, making it visible he's thinner by a lot he definitely shouldn't have been acting like this knowing he had an upcoming match. But, God, this feeling was eating him up.

Guilt? Remorse? He didn't know what it was despite all his physcology knowledge. Was this why he was under-performing? Has Ness' passing away really hurt him? But why?! What more did he have? Who was he supposed to talk to?

He couldn't.

It would ruin his image of being some amazing player, a strong person who needed no one. And he didn't, right? He was God's chosen emperor. Emperors don't need anyone. All they need is a kingdom to rule over. The pitch was Kaiser's kingdom yet after Ness' death it felt as if his kingdom collapsed. As if Ness had stolen it from him.

Match day. Germany against Costa Rica. Noa had spoken privately to Kaiser about his performance. Telling him to 'get himself together', and Kaiser had no other choice but to agree on like a toddler being scolded.

So the match went on in favour of Germany during that first half with Kaiser successfully scoring a goal. The stadium roared but his own official last words to Ness ringed in his mind. 'That. Those words...' It finally dawned on him.

Kaiser was the reason Ness had killed himself.

His breath hitched as he stumbled over from his teammates congratulating him. Kaiser simply shook his head before pulling off his signature goal celebration.

Happiness isn't forever, though. The second half was chaotic. Majority of them forty-five minutes, Kaiser heard himself being cussed out. Two shots missed. Two shots scored from Costa Rica. They were losing and it was Kaiser's fault. He just couldnt get out of his head. Ness' face, how he was always soft-spoken with him, his smile, all those images flooded his head.

End of the match. Germany lost. All the blame on the supposed 'Emperor'. The media was all over him. News articles already published, reporters suspecting Kaiser's terrible performance was to do with the former BM member, Alexis Ness.

They weren't wrong, no. Not at all.

That same night Kaiser was in his room again. Angry at himself, at his team, at the media, at Ness. His hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing so, so hard. A harsh, squealed cough left him, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop till his head spun and he cluttered to the floor. His nails dug into his own skin, into that blue rose tattooed onto his neck. The last thing he saw was his own filthy reflection in the mirror.

Two days, Kaiser hadn't come to practise. No one suspected anything, thinking he was just sulking over their loss. Noa sent one of the members to his accommodation in the Bastard München training hold.

The door creaked open. "Yo, Noa said to stop sulk-" Kaiser lay on the floor, skin pale. His teammate's eyes widened as he immediately crouched beside Kaiser, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. His skin was ice cold to the touch. Scratches on his neck, drool stains down his chin.

Two days he had been dead. No one cared to check on him until now. Perhaps Ness would've. Perhaps Kaiser needed him after all.

A/n first time ever writing for kaiser or Ness sorry if I didn't get the personalities right or if it's ooc😳😳😳😅

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Letters never opened.

Dead rin!au—> angst, suicide, sae

It was another day, Rin sat in the loneliness of his bedroom, pen in hand, paper on desk. It had been 2 years since Sae had left for Spain. Rin wrote letters to him, many letters, to which Sae would reply. However, this month he hadn't received a single letter back. 'It's nothing, it was probably just a delay in delivery.."

'Dear Nii-chan,

Its been a while since you've wrote back to me but I suppose you're busy or something.

I saw you on the TV the other night, scoring a hattrick against some other lukewarm team. Y'know I scored a hattrick of my own the other day, but my performance was nothing like yours...

Anyways I hope you're doing okay and that you actually receive this letter this time.'

'That should be fine, right?' Rin thought to himself before folding the piece of paper up and stuffing it into an envelope, sealing it with tape.

It was later on that day, after football practice when Rin went to post the letter.

There weren't any delays in delivery from either side. A small pile of letters on Sae's desk had stacked up. All from the same person to the same person. From rin to Sae. Each and every one of them. It had been so bust recently with Sae's schedule. So packed, so much pressure.

Sae hadn't bothered to read any of Rin's recent letters. He simply didn't have the time too, plus he thought the content of what was written in the letters was getting repetitive anyways. 'Maybe if I stop he'll stop...' Clearly that mindset wasn't working.

A knock at the door drew Sae's attention away from analysing his recent match. With a reluctant sigh, he paused the recording and got up. Opening the door, Sae was met with a familiar face, the mailman, holding out an envelope "Another letter for you, Mr Itoshi." Sae scoffed and took the letter out the man's hands before closing the door.

The paper was tossed onto the desk before he sat back on his bed, resuming the recording.

That night. That cold, snowy night. Rin stared blankly at Sae, eyes confused and shocked. "Wh-What?! What do you mean you don't want to be a striker? I thought-I trained, thinking we'd be the best together! That's what you always wrote in your letters atleast."

"For God's sake, Rin. How much more childish could you get? Letters? Really? I was fine with and without them! All your 'letters' did were take up space in my accommodation!"

Rin almost felt his heart fall right into his stomach. 'They meant..nothing?' Rin was only pulled away from his thoughts when he heard, "If you beat me in this 1 on 1, I'll continue our dream of being...strikers."

"No..No no no! Nii-chan you can't just-" Rin' breath sped up, chasing rapidly rising and falling. Then Sae and the ball were right infront of him. Sae slid right past him just as Rin went to tackle. The breath was stolen right from Rin's lungs.

The swish of the net moving snapped something in him. Sae scored. Rin lost. Dream over.

The loud clattering noise echoed throught Rin's room as all the trophies, that photo of him and Sae together fell to the floor. Teeth clenched, hands curled into tight fists. Rin let out a shaky breath. Anger? Resentment? Sadness? He couldn't tell what it was. Tears sat in his waterline, threatening to spill.

The threat was indeed carried out as Rin fell down to his knees, thin streaks of tears sliding down his cheeks. "Didn't mean anything...bullshit. Nii-chan...bullshit! It was all bullshit!" His poor voice croaked.

Then the U-20 match rolled around. All the talk about Sae joining the U-20 team made Rin sick to his stomach. It made him want to puke. Yet that was the only thing on his mind. Seeing his brother in person again after...after that night. He had to prove he was worthy of being a striker. Prove to Sae that he is good enough.

Japan won. The team Sae was on lost. Yet it didn't feel like victory. The last goal wasn't Rin's. It wasn't his. Rin sat on the field, hand tangled in his dark green hair, teeth clenched. That familiar presence lingered behind him. "Maybe this Blue Lock isn't so bad..." Rin's breath paused. He looked up, eyes sparkling, dazzling. Was this the moment? Was he worthy In his nii-chan's eyes?

"That Yoichi Isagi could do something for Japan."

Isagi. Isagi was worthy. Rin wasn't. Rin's heart shattered. He could feel the shards poking at his chest. Piercing. That same, sinking gut-feeling. The same one from the night everything fell apart.

A week had passed since the match. Sae was back in Spain, Blue Lock had a two week break. It was nearing midnight and Rin was sat at the desk in his room. All he had been seeing was Isagis face everywhere. News, merch, journalist reports and everytime Rin saw his stupid face all he saw was his brothers praise.

Crumpled pieces of paper sat in Rin's bin. All starting the same. 'Dear Nii-Chan,' He just couldn't get it right. What was he supposed to say? Rin's heart pounded an inconsistent beat as he put pen to paper one last time..

A knock at Sae's door pulled him away from a match analysis. He made his way to the door before opening it. No one. As he was about to close the door, a rectangular piece of paper lying on the floor caught his eye. 'To Sae Itoshi' it read.

He shrugged, picked it up and closed the door. Sat back on the sofa of his rental apartment in Spain, Sae reached for the remote to resume the analysis but his finger happened to miss click. The news was on. Sports news, actually. By then Sae had started opening the letter.

'Dear Nii-Chan,

I don't even know if you'll read this letter, I suppose you never bothered with the others.'

Breaking news: Upcoming football prodigy-

'Y'know it really hurt me when you said you didn't want to be a striker anymore. It hurt so, so much, Nii-chan, but you never had time for otherwise, did you? You set off such a fire in me that no amount of water could ever put out. I had to prove myself to you. I had to!

Rin Itoshi-

'So I trained, Sae. I trained so hard to the point where some days I couldn't even get out of bed. And I hoped you'd notice me. Atleast once, Nii-chan. I knew how you were, always consumed with football and I guess that influenced me too.'

Found dead in his bedroom at 16.

Sae flinched at the words he just heard, eyes immediately shooting up to stare blankly at the TV. His heart thumped. "Wait, what?" His gaze flicked back down to the paper in his hands.

'I hope you read this, Sae. I really, really pray to whoevers above that you read this. I'm dead now. I know i am. It's unfortunate I couldn't get a, 'you did well' from you. And you know what, I really really hope this haunts you, Nii-chan. I loved you, Sae, but I don't know if I ever saw it back.'

After doctrine and police inspections, we believe it was a tragic case of suicide. So heartbreaking for an amazing upcoming athlete.

Then the reporter moved onto match highlights from a previous game. Sae breathed a shaky breath. "No...What? What!?" His hands tightened around the paper. A lone tear slipped from his eye, seeping into the paper. "Rin..."

What if those letters years ago were opened?

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I’m gonna quit writing, I just don’t find enjoyment in it anymore 😣

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If it does (which 100% WONT) then I’ll kms

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HOME LOOKS A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE | SAE

ⓘ there’s a certain melancholy that comes from being so far from home, but sae thinks somethings changed since then.

pairing. itoshi sae x gn!reader | wc. 1.3k | genres. fluff + sfw. | warnings. possibility of him being ooc (first time writing sae so sorry). him + reader share an apartment. brief themes of loneliness and nostalgia. I return to masterlist.

notes. so sorry to my sae mutuals who may read this if i butcher your guy, i’m his opp /lh but i wanted to give it a try anyway, especially as someone who used to travel often for work, sometimes home becomes a person rather than a place :-)

Sae would never consider himself as someone who would get homesick, and most would probably assume the same considering his usual stoic and unbothered exterior.

Thinking back on it, he’d moved across the world completely alone, hellbent on chasing an unrealistic dream, seeking out the unknowingly frayed threads of those aspirations that he always held so dear. It had been daunting at first, he can still remember the way the silence settled in his hotel room on his first night and how empty his first apartment felt, quiet… a little lonely even.

He had a family in Japan, friends, and despite his rocky relationship with his brother Rin, it was charming the way he still seemed to instantly read his texts. Sae wouldn’t say he missed him, neither would, those words unnecessary considering he made his choice. But the sort of blunt back and forth of one word answers and short questions was still a little like home.

He doesn’t have any regrets, only tepid memories and decisions he’s long had to come to terms with.

Sae’s body feels heavier today, and it’s these sort of days that he finds himself reminiscing as he trudges up the steps of his apartment complex, training bag slung over his shoulders and the high neck of his jacket zipped right up to his chin. He’s maybe a little too short tempered to listen to his agent ramble on in his ear right now, pressing his phone closer before he sighs with his next long blink.

He’s tired, miserably so, and he wants nothing more than to just collapse on his couch for the rest of the night. He reaches his floor, gives himself a few moments at the top of the stairs before he’s taking another step and his agent is still going on about contracts, sponsor deals, dinners that he’d rather die than attend.

“I’m not doing that.” Sae eventually replies after a bout of deafening silence. His voice is low and it feels like the first time he’s spoken all day when he feels the familiar scratch in his throat. He stops at his apartment just as he hears his agent panic to convince him to attend this dinner, rambling on about the importance of showing face and the benefit of the publicity.

But his key turns in the door before it opens and suddenly he’s not focused on anything else except the soft hum of music. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Sae suddenly feels lighter with his first careful step into his apartment after he shrugs his shoes off at the door, opting to drop his training bag at his feet instead of emptying it in his room like he normally would.

He crosses the room, but then he chooses to settle in the doorway of the kitchen when the source of the sound finally comes into view. There’s you, soaked to your elbows in bubbles from the sink as you wipe down his dishes from this morning and he recognises the soft hum of the tune from your lips as the song that was playing on the radio as he drove home.

You peer at Sae from over your shoulder when the floorboard creaks beneath his feet and you’ll still see the Hi in his eyes before he’s pushing himself closer, falling into his place as his shoulder knocks against yours.

“What’re you doing?” He’ll ask, even though it’s obvious, but it’s been a while since he’s heard the sound of your voice.

“Welcome home.” You coo back, deliberately delicate and saccharine and you think it’s amusing the way he rolls his eyes at you despite the way he’s kissing you once on the cheek when you lean in. There’s another for your forehead, then for your lips when you puff your cheeks, and the tension in his shoulders drops when he catches the smell of your shampoo that’s grown so familiar to him by now.

Itoshi Sae has always been the face on the billboard, the child next doors role model and a life of practice interviews that you watch on the screen. Slicked up hair that frames his features just right and a silent, assured sort of confidence that proves it doesn’t have to be overly flashy to be known.

But to you, he was the face you wake up to every morning when his hair is still down and he’ll huff everytime you curl yourself closer, telling him it looks cuter that way. He’s the kind of person that’ll pinch your cheeks to stop you teasing him but press a kiss to your lips anyway, and you were aware of the soft spot the midfielder held for you that you’re sure his manager would appreciate from time to time.

“You look tired.” You giggle, teasing and Sae sends you a look that really is a little sleepy before your hands are reaching out from the water to reach at him instead.

“I’m always tired after practice.” He sends you a deadpan expression before he’s leaning away from you, instead grabbing your wrist gently while he frowns at the bubbles that drip from your hands. “Gross,” rolling his eyes before opting to dry you off himself.

”You’re always so grumpy before your nap. You can just admit that you missed me.” You say, poking fun at him and if it was anyone else Sae would have torn into them long ago. But it’s you, and he thinks it’s annoying the way any irritation in his bones seems to melt with your own cheeky grin.

“No,” He responds fast, indifferent expression on his face despite the way he pulls your arms around his shoulders after he’s finished drying you off. He lets his own fall naturally onto your waist, bunching up your shirt to rest on your bare skin and he tilts his head at you when you stare.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure your texts say otherwise.”

“You’re being annoying.”

“I’ve always been annoying, you just love me anyway.” Sae feels his ears burn with slight embarrassment, maybe it’s how sure you sound about how he feels or maybe it’s because you are, amongst lots of other things, annoying. But he still lets you nuzzle into the crook of his neck until he huffs and he feels your fingers squeeze at his shoulders as he lets his own trace along the length of your spine, pulling you closer.

“I’m tired.” He repeats, that feeling comes back again, melancholic and nostalgic, but he can acknowledge the change. Because suddenly, and without realising, he instead finds himself missing the press of your fingertips on his skin every morning when he leaves for practice and the sound of you humming as you wash the dishes in his apartment.

Sae doesn’t know when the shapes he’s been tracing in your skin began spelling out I love you. Gradual, rather than all at once, but he’s never been so sure of anything in his life.

Home wasn’t a place anymore, because even if he’s already groaning at the thought of that sponsorship dinner in a few weeks, when he sees you he forgets.

Sae’s aware he’s just in the kitchen of his apartment in Madrid, your hands are still a little damp at the base of his neck, tracing along the jewellery that rests across his skin. But your laugh sounds warm and pretty when he squeezes at your waist, just enough to start a laughing fit that serves as a little payback for teasing him. And then he’s kissing you once and hoping you feel how much he missed you today without him having to say it because he does love you.

Maybe home’s started to look a little different than before

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NO ESCAPE ! ┈─ SAE ITOSHI

೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 Sae x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵‎ ‎ ‎23.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) yandere sae headcanons

 ㅤ( ୨୧ )  WARNINGS ! yandere themes , obsessive thoughts , possessive behaviours , dark undertones , stalking implications , controlling behaviours

TAGLIST ; @izupje , @levihanmyotp

⇢ sae itoshi is the kind of myth the academy whispers about—an idol carved from ivory and ice. he moves like a headline: sharp jaw, obsidian stare, and a reputation so immaculate people forget to ask how anyone could possibly be so cold. only you ever make him warm.

⇢ when he notices you across the quad the world compresses into the space between you and him. lockers cease their clamor, conversations thin out; sae’s stride becomes a silent promise. he greets you like it’s a private ritual, polite and precise, and somehow your name tastes like secret honey on his tongue.

⇢ his compliments are clinical but designed to sting in the best way. “That sweater doesn’t suit you,” he’ll say, only to add, softer, “but it looks better on you.” you’ll blink, confused, and he’ll smile like a promise being kept—only you get that crooked, small smile.

⇢ he turns up at the places you didn’t invite him: by your locker with a spare umbrella, in the library with the exact book you wanted, waiting outside the cafeteria with your favourite lunch wrapped in paper. he calls it “preventative care.” you call it fate.

⇢ sae loves to test the limits of your composure. a stray hand on the small of your back as he guides you through a crowd, a thumb brushing your wrist while he explains a stray tactic—little invasions that say, without words, “i belong here, with you.”

⇢ jealousy hangs on him like a second skin. mention another’s name and watch his calm fracture—just enough to be noticeable, never so much that it alarms anyone else. but you see it: the fine tightness at his mouth, the way his voice cools to steel. it’s terrifying and intoxicating all at once.

⇢ he keeps trophies. not grotesque things, not in any way people would understand—just tiny, ordinary mementos: a crumpled napkin with your laugh smeared across it, a folded program from the school play where you sat in the third row. he stows them away like prayers.

⇢ his protection is suffocating and sacred. if someone looks at you wrong, they’ll find themselves politely corrected by sae—grades, reputations, social standing are all weapons he wields with surgical precision. he will ruin opportunities for anyone who thinks they can take you away, quietly and irreparably.

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NO ESCAPE ! ┈─ RIN ITOSHI

೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 rin x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵‎ ‎ ‎23.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) yandere Rin headcanons

 ㅤ( ୨୧ )  WARNINGS ! yandere themes , obsessive thoughts , possessive behaviours , dark undertones , stalking implications

TAGLIST ; @izupje , @levihanmyotp

prodigies, the one everyone calls cold, untouchable, too focused to care for anything beyond the field. but they don’t see how his gaze softens when it lands on you, how the frost in his eyes melts into something dangerously tender. he swears he isn’t obsessed—he’s just attentive.

⇢ your first meeting was nothing special, a fleeting accident in the hallway. yet rin remembers every detail as if it’s carved into him—the warmth of your skin when he steadied you, the scent of your shampoo, the way you said “sorry” without looking up. he replays it sometimes, just to feel that tiny moment again.

⇢ he says little, but his silence hums with wanting. when you speak, he listens like it’s prayer, cataloguing every word. later, when you find your favorite snack left on your desk or a playlist mysteriously updated with your recent songs, you never suspect him. he prefers it that way.

⇢ rin doesn’t like sharing. not your time, not your attention, not even your laugh. he won’t tell you that directly—he just lingers longer when someone else has your focus, his expression unreadable, his jaw tight. the next day, that same someone avoids you for no reason at all. coincidence, probably.

⇢ he always happens to be around: leaving class when you do, showing up at the café you mentioned once, standing at the station just as you arrive. he tells himself he’s only keeping you safe, that it’s fine because you don’t notice. but part of him hopes you will.

⇢ he studies you endlessly. the way you tilt your head when you’re thinking, the sound of your footsteps approaching. he’s learned your routines by heart—when you eat, when you rest, when you smile. to him, these are facts as important as breathing.

⇢ when you touch him, even by accident, he freezes. his throat tightens; the world fades until it’s only you. later, he can still feel the ghost of your fingers against his sleeve, and it drives him half mad.

⇢ he dreams about you often. not in a sinful way—at least that’s what he tells himself—but in the kind of way that leaves him trembling when he wakes, whispering your name into the quiet.

⇢ rin doesn’t just love you. he needs you—the idea of you, the weight of your existence tethering him to something warm in a world that’s otherwise empty. the thought of you drifting away makes his chest ache, like someone’s pressing a blade just beneath his ribs.

⇢ if you ever asked him how much he loves you, he wouldn’t know how to answer. it’s not something that fits into words. it’s in the way he watches, the way he follows, the way he quietly rearranges the world so you’ll never have to be anywhere he isn’t.

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LOVE ATTACK ! ┈─ ALEXIS NESS

೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 ness x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵‎ ‎ ‎23.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) secret admirer ness headcanons

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secret admirer! ness who always notices when you’re not around. your empty seat makes the room feel too quiet, and he spends the whole lesson tracing little hearts in his notebook before he even realizes what he’s doing.

secret admirer! ness who leaves handwritten notes instead of gifts — soft little messages folded neatly into squares. “you looked really pretty today.” “i hope you’re eating well.” “you make my mornings better.” he signs them with a tiny doodle instead of his name.

secret admirer! ness who lingers by your locker after everyone leaves, adjusting the note he slipped inside so it looks perfectly placed. he smiles to himself before walking off, headphones on, pretending he doesn’t care that much (he does).

secret admirer! ness who memorizes your schedule without meaning to — not to follow you, but because his brain just remembers when you’ll pass by. he times his water breaks to “accidentally” see you in the hallway.

secret admirer! ness who once left you a small flower he picked on the way to school, tied with a piece of ribbon. when he saw you tuck it into your notebook, he smiled so wide he had to hide his face in his scarf.

secret admirer! ness who blushes furiously whenever your friends mention “the mysterious person leaving cute notes.” he just laughs nervously, pretending to be curious too, but his hands shake slightly when he reaches for his pen.

secret admirer! ness who starts carrying around stickers because he saw you decorating your planner with them once. now, his notes have pastel stars and tiny cats stuck to the corners.

secret admirer! ness who gets jealous so easily — the moment someone else makes you laugh, he looks away with a small pout, writing down something poetic in his notebook to calm down.

secret admirer! ness who always looks for you during practice breaks. if you happen to be watching, he plays better — faster, sharper, but also softer when your eyes meet his.

secret admirer! ness who once almost got caught when you doubled back to grab something you forgot. he ducked behind a corner, heart pounding, silently promising himself to be more careful next time.

secret admirer! ness who whispers your name to himself sometimes — testing how it sounds paired with his own. he blushes every time and covers his face with his sleeve.

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LOVE ATTACK ! ┈─ REO MIKAGE

೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 reo x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵‎ ‎ ‎23.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) secret admirer Reo headcanons

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secret admirer! reo who leaves tiny gifts on your desk every morning — not because he wants you to find out it’s him, but because he can’t help wanting to make your day a little brighter. today it’s your favorite snack. yesterday it was a pastel pen with a tiny bow on it.

secret admirer! reo who gets way too excited when he overhears you talking about something you like. one mention of a drink or a cute notebook, and suddenly it just… shows up in your bag the next day.

secret admirer! reo who writes little notes in perfect handwriting — “you’re doing great today :)” — then spends ten minutes debating if it sounds too cheesy before slipping it under your book.

secret admirer! reo who watches from the doorway, pretending to scroll on his phone while you discover what he left. he hides a smile behind his hand when you grin to yourself.

secret admirer! reo who always buys two of everything — one for himself and one for you. even if you’ll never know, it makes him feel connected, like he’s sharing something quietly with you.

secret admirer! reo who gets adorably flustered when nagi teases him about “the person he’s obviously crushing on.” reo immediately denies it, cheeks pink, but the way he looks away gives him away instantly.

secret admirer! reo who once overheard you say you liked the smell of vanilla and spent way too long picking out a vanilla-scented candle for your locker — only to panic and decide it was too much, so he just left a vanilla-scented eraser instead.

secret admirer! reo who gets nervous when you start talking about your secret admirer with your friends, pretending he’s not listening but hanging onto every word. his heart jumps when you say, “it’s really sweet though.”

secret admirer! reo who once wrote a note saying “you deserve to be adored,” but it felt too personal, so he replaced it with “hope you have a nice day!” and pretended it didn’t sting a little.

secret admirer! reo who always walks you halfway home from school “by coincidence,” timing his own route to match yours perfectly. he talks about random things, trying not to make it obvious how happy he feels just being beside you.

secret admirer! reo who keeps every empty candy wrapper from the treats he gave you — neatly folded, tucked away in his drawer. they remind him that, even secretly, he’s managed to make you smile.

secret admirer! reo who can’t stop imagining your reaction if you ever find out. maybe you’d smile softly and say you knew all along. maybe you’d blush and say thank you. either way, he already knows — you were worth every secret note.

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LOVE ATTACK ! ┈─ RIN ITOSHI

೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 rin x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵‎ ‎ ‎23.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) secret admirer Rin headcanons

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secret admirer! rin who wakes up earlier than usual just to leave little things on your desk before anyone arrives. a strawberry candy one day, a tiny note the next — he overthinks every choice like it’s life or death.

secret admirer! rin who hides behind the classroom door after dropping something off, quietly watching you find it. when your lips curve into a smile, he has to look away before his heart gives him away.

secret admirer! rin who keeps a tally in his notebook of what you liked — a messy list with doodles and crossed-out words: “liked the melon bread.” “don’t get that drink again.” “smiled today.”

secret admirer! rin who once heard you say you were cold, and the next morning, your favorite drink was warm instead of iced. he stood there for a solid five minutes deciding which temperature you’d prefer.

secret admirer! rin who blushes furiously when you mention how sweet your secret admirer must be. he mutters something about it being “probably some idiot,” but the tips of his ears tell another story.

secret admirer! rin who gets so flustered when you catch him staring that he immediately looks away and pretends to read. he doesn’t even realize his book is upside down.

secret admirer! rin who once saw you trip and spent the entire day silently kicking himself for not helping fast enough. that night he writes a note that just says “be careful next time,” then throws it away because it sounds too obvious.

secret admirer! rin who overhears you say you like a certain pen color, and suddenly that exact one starts showing up on your desk every few days. he doesn’t even notice he’s matching yours now.

secret admirer! rin who tucks little cat stickers on your notebooks because he saw you smile at them once. you never find out it’s him, but the thought of you peeling one off and keeping it makes him happy.

secret admirer! rin who gets jealous seeing you laugh with isagi and bachira, then immediately feels bad about it. he knows he has no right — he just wishes he could make you laugh like that too.

secret admirer! rin who walks a few steps behind you after school, hands in pockets, pretending he’s just going the same way. if you ever turned around, he’d probably pass out on the spot.

secret admirer! rin who doesn’t plan to confess — not yet. but every time you smile at one of his quiet gestures, the thought sneaks in again: maybe one day.

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Might be wondering why I haven’t been posting much but it’s because I have at least 6-8 big fat headcanons that I’ve been writing 🤔🤔 should be released later tonight or tomorrow morning