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a collection of hiori chibis for you <3
you and hiori falling asleep on each other...
a yellow light filtered through the train windows, passing and racing by like kids racing through the grass. you sit and listen to the distant hum of the engine, pinkies interlocked with hiori, just as silent as you.
out of the periphery of your vision, you see hiori's head looking straight, as if admiring the fleeting trees that add more shadows to the light, casting patterns across the inside of the train. with that look on his face—you couldn't really tell what he was thinking about. but with keen eyes, you could tell that he was tense.
the train takes the two of you back to kyoto—back to his house, back to his parents. you knew all about them and, luckily had the fortune of never experiencing one of their arguments or their aggressive sides. hiori never had that luxury, and you could feel it in the way he never seemed to relax in his seat and the constant bounce of his leg.
you shift your body weight onto him a bit more, wrapping your hand around his. you feel him tense up even more out of surprise, but slowly lean back into you, tension easing from his shoulders. a soft smile appears on his face, and you match it.
the train hums its tune and rumbles under your feet. with the warmth of the sun, the warmth of his body, you feel your eyelids slowly forcing themselves closed.
and you could feel hiori, his hand in yours, going limp against you as well. listening to his steady breath, you fall asleep against his shoulder, him following suit.
even if the two of you end up missing your stop, or end up never waking up and are rudely poked awake by a train attendant at the end of the evening, you'll never forget this feeling of true peace.
even if it were temporary.
a/n: wrote on a whim.. hiori is very fuck my computer by ninajirachi everyone go listen. i need to write a hiori analysis soon.
div by @/doll-fairy || main m.list // bllk m.list
Your Love is not a Game - Hiori Yo
for the plotbunny games - for @stellar-headquarters
Despite his genius, Hiori just wants to be a regular person. He wants his love life to be quiet and gentle, and he's glad he's found you to share this wish with. There's no drama with you, just a quiet understanding of each other and the comfort it brings to be close.
You're his biggest and he's yours, wether it's a silly Tiktok challenge or an important soccer game. Truly, he thinks he's found the one with you.
𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 ┅ 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘪. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰. ﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚
Years after Blue Lock, the world had finally caught up to what the program promised.
They were no longer “former Blue Lock participants” or “Japan’s golden generation in the making.” They were professional football players, faces plastered across billboards, names chanted in stadiums, contracts worth more than Rin cared to think about.
And yet.
Somehow.
Some way.
They had all happened to have a real day off.
No training. No matches. No media obligations. No sponsors breathing down their necks. A miracle of scheduling so rare that Isagi had stared at the group chat for a solid minute before replying is this a scam?
Rin didn’t care. Days off were just… days. He planned to spend it how he always did, quietly, at home, maybe reviewing game footage if he got bored. Minimal talking. Minimal people.
That plan died the second his phone started vibrating at 8:14 a.m.
Isagi: We’re dragging you out today.
Rin stared at the screen, unimpressed.
Rin: No.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Bachira: He said NO like that’s an option 🤓
Nagi: I already got dressed… (･ ༝ ･)
Reo: You can’t waste a day off, Rin. That’s illegal.
Karasu: Tokyo’s not gonna walk itself.
Otoya: C’mon, emo king. Touch grass.
The constant vibrating and buzzing hurt his head. Rin turned his phone face-down on the table and went back to sipping his coffee.
Five minutes later, it buzzed again.
This time, it wasn’t the group chat.
You: Morning 💙 did you sleep okay?
Rin’s expression softened instantly, like a switch had been flipped.
He typed back without hesitation.
Rin: Yeah. What about you?
You: Mm, kinda. Sae stole the blanket again when he passed out on the couch last night.
Rin exhaled through his nose, a faint huff of amusement.
Rin: Figures. Dumbass brother.
Before he could reply again, the doorbell rang.
Once.
Then quick aggressive pings.
Rin closed his eyes, and scrunched his nose.
“I swear to god,” he muttered, standing up.
When he opened the door, he was met with familiar faces.
Isagi stood front and center, looking way too energetic for this early in the morning. Bachira was already peeking into Rin’s apartment like he owned the place. Nagi leaned against the wall half-asleep, Reo holding his sleeve so he wouldn’t wander off. Karasu checked his phone while Otoya grinned like this was the best day of his life.
“We’re kidnapping you,” Bachira announced cheerfully.
Rin stared at them.
“No.”
Isagi smiled. “We’re gonna get food.”
Rin paused.
“…What kind?”
—
An hour later, Rin found himself walking through the streets of Tokyo, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, surrounded by idiots.
They’d started with food, some stupidly popular breakfast place Isagi insisted on trying. The kinda place that made cute faces with their pancakes.
Rin had barely finished eating before Bachira dragged them to a claw machine arcade, claiming it was “training reflexes.”
Nagi fell asleep on a bench while Reo played for him. Otoya flirted with the attendant. Karasu won three plushies and immediately gave one to a blushing fan who recognized him.
Rin stood off to the side, watching.
He wasn’t miserable. Just overstimulated.
Fans recognized them everywhere they went. It’s like these people have never seen football players before.
It seemed like someone’s phone was always out.
“Is that Itoshi Rin?”
“No way-Isagi Yoichi too?”
“Blue Lock players??”
They were polite about it. Took pictures when they felt like it. Signed autographs. Bachira posed like an idiot every time. Isagi answered earnest questions.
Rin kept it minimal. A nod. A signature, and his sunglasses were back on.
His phone buzzed again in his pocket.
You: How’s the chaos?
He glanced down as they walked.
Rin: I’m surrounded.
You: 😂 I warned you. Should’ve stayed at home with me.
Rin’s thumb hovered over the keyboard.
Rin: I tried.
A moment later:
You: Tell me everything later. Be good 💙
Rin felt something warm settle in his chest.
He slipped his phone away just as Bachira slung an arm around his shoulders.
“Who’re you texting, Rin~?”
“No one,” Rin replied flatly.
Karasu glanced over, eyebrow raised. “You’re smiling.”
Rin stiffened. “I’m not.”
“You totally are,” Isagi said.
Nagi came up from behind him. “He is.”
Rin shoved Bachira and Nagi off him. “Shut up.”
—
The day dragged on in a blur of places Rin would normally never go.
A bookstore café where Isagi and Karasu argued philosophy while Nagi slept face-down on a table, fork in his hand.
A rooftop observation deck where Otoya tried, and failed, to flirt with a group of American tourists.
A photo booth that Bachira forced them all into, resulting in a strip of cursed images Reo immediately saved.
At some point, Rin realized he’d stopped checking the time.
His phone buzzed again.
You: I made dinner plans but Sae might eat everything before you get back.
Rin: Tell him to go eat with his own girlfriend.
You: Sae said she’s with her Highschool friends tonight, and he’s hiding from Shidou.
Rin: I’ll deal with him.
You: Good luck. He also borrowed your cleats again.
Rin sighed.
Of course he did.
By evening, Rin’s social battery was completely depleted
“I’m going home,” he announced as they exited a shopping district.
Karasu blocked his path.
“Nope. Dinner first.”
Rin glared. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“Too bad,” Karasu said. “We’re starving.”
They ended up at a restaurant Rin definitely would’ve never chosen himself.
White tablecloths. Dim lighting. A view overlooking the city. The kind of place where the menu didn’t have prices.
Years ago, this would’ve stressed them out.
They were seated in a private booth, drinks were served almost immediately.
Otoya leaned back, sighing. “Man…days like this make me think.”
“That’s new,” Karasu replied. Bachira stifled a laugh.
Otoya ignored him. “I’m kinda worried.”
Isagi blinked. “About?”
“Never finding a girlfriend.”
The table went quiet.
Then Bachira’s laugh finally escaped him. “WHAT?”
“I’m serious!” Otoya protested. “I flirt all the time but nothing sticks. It’s like the world hates me.”
Reo hummed thoughtfully. “Relationships are about compatibility.”
Nagi yawned. “Sounds tiring.”
Isagi scratched his cheek. “I mean…I’m seeing someone, but it’s complicated.”
Everyone turned to him.
Karasu smirked. “Of course it is.”
Reo smiled. “I’ve dated, but nothing serious recently.”
Nagi blinked. “Does Reo count?”
Reo choked on his drink.
After all the joking around all eyes slowly shifted to Rin as he stared at his plate.
“…What?”
Karasu leaned forward. “You’re awfully quiet.”
Rin said nothing.
Bachira gasped dramatically. “WAIT.”
Isagi frowned. “Rin…? Don’t tell me you…”
“You have someone,” Otoya said, eyes widening.
Rin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah.”
Silence.
Then—
“WHAT?!” everyone shouted.
“I can’t believe it, you’re the youngest!” Otoya accused.
“And you didn’t tell us?” Isagi said.
Karasu clicked his tongue, “Has our time experiencing hell in Blue Lock mean nothing to you? Our pact of brotherly friendship?”
Reo laughed. “Well, how long?”
“A while,” Rin replied. “A year or two now.”
Karasu smirked. “Ah long-term?”
“Yes.”
They groaned.
“This is unfair,” Otoya said.
Bachira leaned over. “You’re hiding her, aren’t you?”
Rin stood up. “We’re done here.”
They didn’t stop teasing him the entire walk back.
“Introduce us!”
“Is she scary?”
“She must be amazing!”
“Does Sae know?”
Rin ignored them.
Finally, they parted ways and Rin was free to go home.
When he opened the door, the lights were low and dim.
You were already in the bedroom, curled up in bed, hair loose, wearing one of his shirts.
You looked up and smiled. “Hey.”
His chest loosened instantly.
“Sae took a pair of your cleats, the adzuki coloured ones with the white,” you added. “He said he’s borrowing them. Again.”
Rin snorted softly, kicking off his shoes.
You helped him change, listening as he told you everything. The Tokyo streets, the chaos, the dinner confession.
You laughed. “They sound fun.”
“They’re ridiculous.”
“You don’t mind meeting them, right?” Rin asked quietly.
You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Rin… if I befriended your brother, I can do anything.”
He chuckled, rare and soft.
He pulled you close.
The city hummed outside.
Maybe day offs aren’t so bad.
stellar i miss hiori
i miss him so bad too COME HOME BB T^T
sometimes I think about how much casual intimacy completely melts hiori - like you hold his hand and rub your thumb across the back of his palm and he realizes why people kill to protect their significant others
thinking abt my boy tokimitsu. i miss him. bring him back to me.
☁️🪽
જ⁀✦ runnin' home to your sweet nothings
( barou shoei x fem! reader )
✩ a/n — idk i wanted to write a cutie barou fic
✩ word count — 1.1k
✩ content — barou shoei x fem! reader, dad! barou, secret family (in a good way i swear), fluff, slight cursing, barou called "king" a few times, pregnant! reader, not proofread
✩ synopsis — Barou Shoei doesn't lose. But every time your daughter calls him "King", he bows his head just a little—because in her world, he’d lose a thousand times just to make her smile.
── .✦ to you, i can admit that i'm just too soft for all of it
Barou Shoei doesn’t lose.
That’s what the world says when his name flashes across the screen, when his stats pop up after another game-winning goal, when he walks off the field like a king surveying his empire.
That’s what the articles say, bold and brutal—“The King of the Field,” “Unshakable,” “Soccer’s Uncrowned Tyrant.”
And maybe they’re not wrong.
But the world doesn’t know that the same man spends his nights hunched over a tiny plastic table in your living room, wearing a tiara three sizes too small, sipping invisible tea from a chipped pink cup while your daughter scolds him for using the wrong spoon.
They don’t know that his "royal robe" is actually a sparkly purple blanket she insists he wear when playing kingdom.
That in her story, you’re the queen, she’s the princess, and Barou—fierce, untouchable, terrifying Barou Shoei—is her daddy, her king, her protector, her whole world.
The headlines call him “King” like it’s a threat.
She calls him “King” like it’s home.
And every time she says it, he bows his head just a little—because in her world, he’d lose a thousand times just to make her smile.
I had this rotting in my files for so long lmao (based on the famous vine " what do you have here ? " " A KNIFE ! " )
hiori drawing that took me 9 and a half hours! TvT
I think i put more effort into writing his name in kanji than i did on my chinese character test…
happy birthday hiori!!
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hiori helping you win claw machine games ᯓ★
something about claw machine places always made you forget how much you disliked them. harsh neon lights glowed dully in the store, attracting unsuspecting kids into their trap. it was a mess of bodies, pink and purple and blue lights dancing around, and the sound and chatter of coins clinking, shrieks of joy and rage at the same time.
you walked through the chaos, eyeing the claw machines with disheartened interest. your friends had gathered around one machine, persistent on getting a stubborn one. their baskets were filled to the brim with their own plushies, fur and beads and buttons all stuffed together. you looked at them with a twinge of envy. you only had a measly brown bear, one you got as a fluke, and it paled in comparison to the pink bunnies or the white puppies your friends had.
you had already lost hope in actually getting plushies from those scammy machines. the claws were too loose, always dropping right as they lifted up. your positioning and aim was always spot on, however that didn’t matter if it was rigged to lose. you didn’t have the luck.
you tried another, inserting coins and positioning the claw precisely before smashing the down button, but to no avail. the plushie sank like your spirits.
you sighed, preparing to move on, until a hand tapped onto your shoulder.
you turned around, expecting to see one of your friends. but instead, you saw a boy with a mess of cyan hair and eyes that matched. briefly looking down, you saw that his basket was also filled with plushies of his own. your mood soured.
“hey, if ya don’t mind, can i give it a try?”
you agreed, absentmindedly moving to the side, allowing the guy access. he jammed in a few of his own coins and the machine jumped to life, annoying music playing through a bad speaker.
you watched as he expertly moved the claw, choosing a black cat that seemed easy to grab. the claw lowered, clamping down on the head. that was good positioning, you thought to yourself. you fully expected the plushie to slip out of the claw once it moved back, but surprisingly, it stayed. your eyes widened as the plushie dropped right in the prize box. he leaned down and retrieved the cat, and then handed it over to you.
“seems like ya needed a little help.” he smiled.
you were dumbfounded. “how—how did you get that? first try?”
he laughed timidly, “i just know how to win these typa games. they’re evil.”
you laughed with the stranger, lights illuminating his face. oh, he’s cute.
he tagged along with you around the place, cracking jokes and avoiding the kids running around, showing off their own prizes. your friends had run off somewhere, so you walked around with the boy, who introduced himself as hiori. he tried to teach you the tricks on claw machines, but you realized that it was more of a developed skill than picking it up instantly. his luck fluctuated as well, the claw machines bowing to no one but their loose grip. still, whatever he won, he handed over to you, much to your protest that you could win them for yourself. when you did, he praised you, making you feel like it wasn’t a mistake and a waste of money to be here.
you wondered again, when he handed over a hello kitty plush, was he blushing or was that the lights?
eventually, your friends did find you, surprised at the number of plushies you had caught in such a short time. even more surprising was the cute guy who trailed behind you like a lamb, shyly waving and introducing himself to them.
soon enough, it was time to part ways. hiori waved you and your friends goodbye before parting in the opposite direction, arms heavy with bags and bags of plushies and stuffies he had fairly won. once he was out of earshot, your friends teased you relentlessly about the new guy that you had supposedly picked up out of nowhere. you blushed as you denied their claims, dodging their excessive questions. but it didn’t hurt to admit to yourself that he was a cute guy, and you could definitely see yourself having a teensy crush on him.
you unpacked your stuff once you got home, dumping your new toys onto your bed. a slip of paper fluttered out, and on it wrote a phone number in hasty handwriting.
-> text me?
a/n: originally u were gonna give him a lamb plushie cus it "reminded you of him" but i got lazy. you can imagine it yourself if you want >///< based on real events i suck ass at claw machine games.
dividers by: @diviniyae // bllk m.list // main m.list
bllk taglist but it's only mai: @maiyz
convos between my sister and me .
the thunder cracks loud enough to rattle the windows.
you press your knees to your chest, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else, until a soft voice cuts through the sound.
“...you alright?”
you glance up. hiori’s standing in the doorway, hair tousled and hoodie sleeves pulled down over his hands. his brows are slightly drawn, but his voice stays gentle, like he’s trying not to startle you more.
you shake your head, eyes flicking toward the window. “it’s loud…”
he walks over quietly, crouching next to the couch where you’ve curled up.
“don’t worry. i’m here now, yeah?” he says, voice warm and steady. “c’n i sit with ya?”
you nod.
he eases onto the couch beside you, pulling the blanket over both of your shoulders. you don’t hesitate to lean into him, your head tucking against his shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you.
“you always get this scared when it storms?” he asks softly.
you hum. “since i was little. it makes me feel… small. kinda helpless.”
“mm.” his hand rubs slow circles along your back. “ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. storms are rough. but you’re not alone, okay? i got you.”
another flash of lightning lights the room, followed by a long, rolling thunder. your breath catches, but hiori shifts slightly and pulls something from the small shelf near the couch—a pair of his soft, padded headphones.
“here,” he says, placing them gently over your ears. “made a playlist for days like this. thought it might help.”
you blink up at him. “you made me a playlist?”
he rubs at the back of his neck, cheeks a little pink. “y-yeah. just soft stuff. mostly piano. named it for her stormy days. kinda cheesy, huh?”
you smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. “not cheesy. it’s perfect.”
his face flushes even deeper, and he gives a short, bashful laugh. “geez… ya can’t just do that outta nowhere.”
“you’re the one who made me a comfort playlist,” you tease softly. “you had it coming.”
he huffs, but he’s smiling; eyes fond and full of something tender. “just want you to feel safe.”
you press the headphones on, and the soft melodies flood your ears: gentle piano, distant rain, nothing too loud or sudden. it’s like being wrapped in cotton and comfort.
“sweet dreams,” he whispers, almost shy. “i’ll be right here when ya wake up.”
and with that, wrapped in his hoodie, his playlist, and his arms, you drift off,
calm, safe… and so, so loved.
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a tiny happenstance ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ
hiori yo x reader, sfw
a/n: im back from the dead i think
You trudge home from school; eager to barge into your room and embrace the comforting hum of a computer screen. As your footsteps echo through the empty streets, you pass a mart, and before it fully exited your view, you decide to grab a quick snack and maybe a drink for later at home.
The bell above the door jingled softly as you entered the harbor of snacks. You look around, taking in all the options you had. Eventually, you settled on a bag of chips after skimming through many brands and flavors. You then proceeded to walk towards the area at the back of the mart, where they held the drinks. The sound of your footsteps mixed in with the hum of the air conditioning, and you could barely— just barely— hear another pair of footsteps, but you didn't think much of it.
You quickly chose a drink and turned around, only to bump into an unfamiliar figure holding a small bottle of yakult.
"Oh, 'm sorry." He voices as he reaches out a gentle hand to you. You look up slightly, just enough to see his face.
"All good." You mutter, taking his hand and pulling yourself up steadily. He flashes a soft smile before resuming his walk to the cashier register.
You both get to the cashier, and as he was paying, his gaze laid on your bag for a quick moment— specifically on your keychain.
"Is that a NieR: Automata keychain?" He inquires in a friendly manner.
"Yes," You answer, "you play?"
And ever since that day, you knew a deep friendship was about to bloom— and maybe even grow into something more.
a/n: this was a quick warmup for my writing bcuz i havent wrote in decades
