I was waiting until requests open but I got the greenlight from you. Please, mayhaps anything for akutsu. Maybe romance hcs?
Akutsu Nagisa Romance Headcanons
I had so much fun with this oml, i love LOVE him so much, peak man peak character peak peak peak <3
It is no secret that Akutsu's focused on football and his achievements regarding the sport. That's why it takes a lot of time for him to catch feelings for somebody and an even longer time for him to do something about it. He wouldn't want any distractions from his goal because at the end of the day, Akutsu has always been alone with nothing but football by his side.
The only way I can see him entering a relationship kinda early (in his first year) is with childhood friends to lovers troupe, and even then, his main focus is still on football, in his first year he had to prove to everyone that he was worthy of playing in Esperion, so he often practiced on the field or dissected his teammate's plays in his dorm, that's why I believe that at that time period he would unintentionally distance himself. If you live far away, it would be very hard to meet each other— which works in Akutsu's favor. However, he doesn't forget about you. Even though his texts may be dry, oftentimes, it's Akutsu who messages you first, Informing you of the match's result or just keeping you posted about his life while asking about yours.
If you meet him during his first year as a student, expect a real-life slow burn that lasts for years. I'm talking about curious glances that linger a second too long on both sides, being the only form of acknowledgment for the entire first year. Your relationship doesn’t begin until the third year, with a very chill confession— him asking you out on a date to a place he knows you'll like (bakery, a restaurant, picnic at the park, he isn't picky if you're not).
Love— or a relationship, is not meant to change/fix someone into a whole other human, it's supposed to bring out the better side of both partners. If he feels comfortable around you, the sient changes can be felt by those around him. It's overly subtle and not at all notable, but those who know him are quick to catch on.
He’s not a romantic individual, and he’s definitely not the biggest fan of public displays of affection—but he never stops you from being yourself. Of course, that doesn’t mean he lets you do whatever you want. If your teasing crosses a line or your affection becomes a bit too theatrical in public, he'll give you a quiet look or a subtle, muttered “enough.” Not cold, not harsh—just firm in that way he always is. But in private? That’s where the walls lower, if only slightly. That’s where you get the rare, quiet affection: a steady hand on your back, the way he says your name a little softer, or the small smirk he tries to hide when you make him laugh. It's not grand, but it's real—and it’s him.
Akutsu values his privacy—fiercely. The longer he can keep you hidden from extras, the better. He tries, of course, but it doesn’t take long for him to slip up. Kuribayashi is the first to find out, completely by accident, stumbling upon the two of you sitting side-by-side at an izakaya, quietly sharing a meal. No PDA, nothing suspicious—just proximity that’s a little too natural. Kuribayashi doesn’t say anything at first, just raises an eyebrow, but the look on Akutsu’s face is enough to confirm everything.
I'd like to imagine that at the start of your relationship, Akutsu was stiff—painfully awkward with physical affection beyond simple hand-holding. Not cold, just unsure. The kind of guy who would overthink where to place his hand on your shoulder, or freeze up the second you leaned against him, like his brain short-circuited. It's not uncomfort, it's the total opposite, because never did he thought that he'd be someone's romantic partner, or that someone would chose him to settle with. That hesitation never quite disappeared. Even as the years pass, and the relationship matures, that little quirk follows him into adulthood. The difference now is that he likes it—quiet, intimate touch. And while he still occasionally freezes when you surprise him with a hug or press a kiss behind his ear, there’s this unmistakable softness to him afterward. It’s almost adorable, the way he tries to play it cool when he’s clearly melting from the love.
Unlike his younger self in first year, the older Akutsu becomes a man of few words. He lets his actions speak for him. He’s not one for grand declarations or flowery language—but you never doubt how he feels. It’s in the way he massages your feet while the two of you lounge on the sofa, eyes on the TV, half-watching something neither of you are really paying attention to, just enjoying the silence of a shared day off. It’s in the way he’ll go out of his way to pick up that dessert you’ve been into lately, or bring home a meal you casually mentioned in passing, he doesn't need words to hold your waist in the bed, fingers gingerly petting the skin under him, keeping you awake with the ticklish feeling.
He doesn’t say, "I love you." Not often, anyway. But when he hands you your favorite drink without a word, or nudges your leg under the table just to make sure you're still there, you hear it loud and clear.
His upbringing turned him into a bit of a clean freak—someone who finds comfort in routine and order. He often insists on doing the chores around the house, even when it's technically your turn. Not because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you can’t do it, but because somewhere along the line, cleaning became something calming for him. A ritual. A way to steady himself when everything else, especially his career, feels like it's slipping through his fingers. You’ve offered to help, tried joining him in the middle of it more than once, but you quickly learn—this is his space. His quiet. He doesn’t push you away, but you can tell: he’s most at peace when he’s scrubbing counters in silence, sleeves rolled up, mind somewhere distant. And in those moments, oddly enough, he looks content. Especially when he's cleaning beside you— Akutsu is on cloud nine.
He only has eyes for you. At the beginning of the relationship, though, he’s cautious— always. You’d never catch him stealing glances now and then, since he makes sure he's not looking never for too long. He’d turn away quickly, like staring too long might give something away, like someone might notice and start asking questions he’s not ready to answer. He likes you— more than he knows how to admit— but he doesn’t want the whole world to know just yet.
That logic, however, begins to shift.
Because one day, his sharp, observant eyes catch you staring at him. And instead of looking back or calling you out, he does something entirely unexpected: he pretends not to notice. Keeps his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed ahead— but something about the slight curve at the corner of his mouth gives him away. He knows. And he likes it. From that point on, he never minds being watched—by you, at least. It's like your eyes on him become a quiet reassurance, and he makes no effort to hide the way he carries himself a little differently when he knows you’re looking.
The only exception is football. When he’s on the field, everything else fades—his vision narrows, his focus razor-sharp. In those moments, not even you can distract him. His world compresses into movement, strategy, the ball at his feet and the pulse of the game in his veins. He doesn't glance at the sidelines, doesn't search the stands. It’s not personal—it’s just who he is when he plays.
But during halftime, when the adrenaline settles just enough and he’s catching his breath, that’s when he looks. Just once. He finds you in the crowd, his eyes scanning instinctively until they land on you. He never waves, never smiles, but there's something in that brief glance— like a tether, like he's silently saying "You’re here. I see you." And then he’s gone again, swallowed back up by the game. But that flicker of recognition lingers, warming you from the inside out.
Although later, when you two have been with each other for more than a couple of years, he becomes too careless in his stares, a shameless man— he is, staring at your body like a starved man who had never seen another of its kind. So what that you call him out on it? You do the same.
His loyalty runs deep, unshakable. Once he's yours, he’s only yours. No wandering eyes, no mixed signals. He doesn't need to prove it with big declarations; it shows in everything he does. In how he speaks about you— rarely, but with reverence. In how he turns down attention from others without hesitation. In how, no matter where he is, it’s you he thinks about when the noise dies down.
And though he’s never been one for public affection, there’s one thing he can’t resist— you, kissing him. The second your warm lips meet his, it’s over. That contact pulls him out of his own head like nothing else. Like a drug, like air after suffocating. It doesn’t matter if it’s behind closed doors or in a quiet corner of a nearly empty street— if you kiss him, he lets it happen. He wants it to happen. The taste of you is his undoing, every single time. And no matter how composed he tries to stay, no matter how much he avoids attention, you’re the one indulgence he’ll never deny himself.
Hey! Can I request headcanons for aoashi, romance / dating hcs for
Ashito
Yoshitsune
And akutsu
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a/n: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this request!! I'm back, this time genuinely
tags: gn!reader, established romantic relationship
Ashito Aoi (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
Ashito is the type of person who's incredibly oblivious to his own feelings, even after you start dating. Sometimes he just thinks of you and his heart beats fast and he's like. "What's going on with me?" Then he sees you and holds your hand and he realizes once again how much he's in love with you.
Yoshitsune Kenta (..◜ᴗ◝..)
The way Yoshitsune loves you is so gentle; so soft; quiet. Silently reaching for you hand, squeezing it as a small reminder that he's there, right beside you. Honestly, he didn't expect himself to fall for you, but he's glad he did. And he's even happier that you reciprocate those feelings.
Akutsu Nagisa (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)
Afraid of showing his feelings, you're the only person Akutsu can truly open up to - and even that takes time. A lot of it. Be patient with him, it might take a bit until he lets his guard down completely. That doesn't mean he doesn't trust you; it's the opposite. He trusts you with every cell of his being, but there's always the fear of losing you. Because he trusts and loves you so dearly, he does his best to open up.
As much as you love him, you can't keep eye contact for any longer than three seconds - and that's okay.
In the beginning of the relationship you often forced yourself to look into his eyes, but he quickly noticed how uncomfortable it made you, so he stopped looking for eye contact with you. Sometimes he still looks at your eyes, but it's only because they look so pretty to him - especially when you smile. He always makes sure to not look at your eyes too long, so he won't give you the impression of him looking for eye contact.
Not holding eye contact may seem impolite to others, but your boyfriend doesn't mind it at all. He knows you're still listening and paying attention to him, even when you don't look at him or even do other things on the side.
Can you do ashito dating / romantic headcanons. Can you also include how soccer impacts their relationship
Ashito Aoi Dating Headcanons
Thank you, Anon, for giving me so many Ao Ashi requests💙
It took Ashito a while to realize your feelings for him. His oblivious nature proved to be quite an obstacle for anyone who wished to be his partner. You knew well that football occupied more than half his mind, so it didn’t come as a surprise.
You might’ve fallen first, but he fell harder as the years passed. Still, before your relationship reached that point—back when you were still just friends—you had to deal with a lot of “quarrels” about football. Most of them involved you commenting on his obsessive behavior, and Ashito defending his actions. He had always struggled with this ever since you were kids—pushing you or anyone else away days before a match, like he was drowning in anticipation. The issue only became more evident after he entered Esperion. His passion for his interests always seemed to hurt someone in subtle ways. That’s why you always felt anxious, your feelings following his excitement. However, his way of handling those situations has definitely improved since Funabashi. You don’t exactly know what went down—you weren’t there to see it—but you appreciate it all the same. Ashito’s excitement has felt much healthier ever since.
Dating Ashito would be really sweet. Just like his playstyle, he’s there when you need him most—supporting you, patting your back, or even giving you a pep talk. (He’s making up for all the mistakes he made while you spent your time chasing after him. Not that you need to know that.) His encouragement ranges from surprisingly insightful life advice you’d never expect from someone like him to downright obnoxious naïveté. It’s mind-blowing how he can say something genuinely helpful while stuffing his face with food, magical even.
Ashito gets flustered easily. it doesn't matter how long you've been together. The only effectionate gestures he got used to are: holding your hands & you kissing his cheek. It's especially funny if you do the mentioned (and more intimate gestures) in public. His face gets hot, hands clummy as his comicly wide eyes glance down at you for a moment, cheeks flaming pink. "You could've warned me first..."
It's unlike him to be so shy. Maybe that's why you can't stop doing it.
In private, however? It's a completely different story. Ashito can't keep his hands to himself. He always has to be touching you, patting your cheeks, braiding your hair, rubbing your thighs, or your shoulders, putting his head on your lap, and many more.
Almost like a cat or an overly excited dog.
Ashito is a foodie. He loves food, and the older he gets, the more he's drawn to cooking—not as much as football, but a fair amount. He eventually becomes pretty good at it, using you as his guinea pig to test the flavors he’s experimenting with, all while wearing an innocent grin, impatient to hear your feedback. Somewhere along the way, cooking becomes his love language— something he does for you, his mom, his brother, his teammates, or anyone else. But no one ever compares to the euphoria he experiences when you bat your pretty lashes and compliment him with words similar to honey, dripping out of your mouth.
Ashito is not at all possessive. He knows you inside and out—your quirks, your silences, the way you shift your weight when you're hiding something, the way your eyes light up when you're passionate. He trusts you with his life, not because he has to, but because it feels as natural as breathing. If he could, he’d offer you his beating heart— no hesitation— just to let you feel, even for a second, how deeply he loves you. The only thing stopping him is the very human need to survive. But in his own way, every look, every word of encouragement, every quiet moment he spends with you, is a piece of that heart freely given.
He only ever looks your way. Even after he turns pro, even with fans chanting his name and reporters vying for his attention, his eyes never wander. The spotlight, the flashing cameras, the pretty interviewers with perfect smiles—it all fades into background noise the moment he sees you. He barely hears their questions, barely registers the chaos around him, because you’re standing just a few steps away. And in that moment, nothing else matters. Not the fame, not the team— just you, always you and your combined future.
Ashito is never stingy with his money. He’s not flashy or careless either—he just doesn’t see the point in holding back when it comes to the people he loves. The second you two move into your own place together, he might as well hand you his salary card, no questions asked. “Just take it,” he’d say with that boyish grin, like trusting you with his finances is the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t care about numbers or budgets as long as you're happy and the fridge is stocked. To him, it’s not about money—it’s about building a life with you, and he’s all in.
Horrible sleeper. He doesn't just turn underneath the blankets. He kicks. Hard. So you better brace yourself for some unintentional tackles because good luck getting away from a pro athlete that has a nasty habit of grabbing and not letting go in his sleep.
