isagi yoichi: ass. he loves your tits but if you have a nice ass, you’re going to have really nice thighs, which are his favorite. plus he likes clapping you.
sae itoshi: ass. it doesn’t matter the size, it just has to be shaped nicely, that’s how he can tell if your a good athlete and take good care of yourself. (workout, protein, eating healthy can all show up well in the shape or size of your ass.)
micheal kaiser: tits. he likes how pretty they sit on your chest and when he’s cuddled up in your arms he’ll fondle with them, like how a child does innocently with their mothers.
bachira meguru: ass. he doesn’t really know why but it just is more useful to him and he likes touching it, playing with your tits gets boring at a point.
rin itoshi: tits. he thinks they’re just better than your ass and when your asleep he’ll knead at them (it’s not like he’s gonna tell you)
nagi seishiro: it’s kinda 50/50 but probably tits. they’re always just right there and touching your ass is more work than touching your tits. your tits are just right there, it’s way more accessible.
alexis ness: tits. it turns him on whenever they slightly bounce when you move and whenever he’s embarrassed he can shove his face into them, which gets him even more embarrassed.
julian loki: it’s very close but ass. it gets him hard thinking about it. he likes pounding into your asshole while he gets to watch it right in front of him like it’s on display. still gets very mad when the cat lays on your tits because they’re “his”.
shidou ryusei: ass. i don’t even need to say anything.
guys i love julian lokis little nonchalant hops how does he jump like that
you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.
“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”
“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.
“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily. “what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!” he points over at you, hooting like a maniac in an attempt to hype himself up.
“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.
“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.
“nurse!” you yell out.
“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.
synopsis. the only thing on nagi’s wishlist is a lazy day with you
contents. sfw! fluff fluff fluff. pro player! seishiro nagi x fem! reader. est rel: dating. lil birthday fic bc i love this loserrr ‹3
the clock on the nightstand glows 12:03 a.m when you finally work up the courage to wake seishiro up. he’s sprawled across the bed, one leg thrown over yours, soft snores fall from his lips, and his ivory hair is a mess against the pillowcase. he looks peaceful, so peaceful that you almost feel guilty about waking him. almost
you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. then another to his nose. his brows furrow slightly, but he doesn’t stir. you trail kisses along his jawline, and finally to his lips. when you pull back, his grey eyes are fluttering open, hazy and heavy with sleep.
“mmph,” he groans, squinting at you. “wha’ time’s it ?”
“past midnight,” you whisper, kissing him again. “happy birthday, sei.”
he sighs, rolling away from you and pulling the covers over his head. “such a hassle,” his voice is muffled by the comforter. “why’re you waking me up for this ?”
you tug the blanket down enough to see his face. his eyes are barely open, and there’s a sleepy pout to his lips that makes your heart ache. “because it’s your birthday, loser. i wanted to be the first to wish you a happy one.”
“could’ve waited ‘til morning,” he grumbles, but he’s already shifting closer, seeking your warmth. you wrap your arms around him, pulling him against your chest. he settles with a sigh, his head tucked under your chin.
“what do you want to do today ?” you ask, running your fingers through his messy hair. “i was thinking we could maybe have dinner with reo and the rest of your friends ? i made reservations at that place you like.”
nagi makes a face against your neck. “sounds bothersome”
“what ?” you pull back slightly to look at him. “what’s so bothersome about it ?”
“everything,” he says, eyes closed again. “opening presents, hanging out with people . . . s’too much effort. can we just not ?”
you’re a little perturbed. you’ve been planning this for weeks — coordinating with rep, picking out the perfect gift, making sure everything would be just right for his special day. and he doesn’t even want to celebrate ?!
“but i wanted to make it special for you,” you frown
he opens his eyes then, “why can’t it jus’ be the two of us ?” his voice is quiet, “that’s what i want. just you.”
your frustration melts away instantly, “oh,” you say, feeling a little silly now. “i guess we could just stay home ”
“good,” he murmurs, already drifting off again. you smile, pressing one more kiss to his forehead before settling in beside him.
when you wake up again, it’s to sunlight streaming through the curtains and nagi’s weight pressing you into the mattress. he’s somehow managed to maneuver himself between your legs in his sleep, his head resting on your stomach, arms wrapped loosely around your waist. you card your fingers through his hair, and he stirs, blinking up at you.
“mornin’,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“morning, birthday boy,” you reply, leaning down to kiss him. he responds lazily, mouth moving against yours with no real urgency. when you pull back, he’s smiling softly.
“hungry,” he says, nuzzling against your stomach.
“what do you want for breakfast ?” you ask, already trying to shift out from under him. “i can run to the grocery store and get stuff for pancakes ? or an actual cake ? ”
he tightens his grip on you. “no, stay,” he whines. “we can eat . . . cereal or something. don’t go anywhere”
and that’s how you end up cross-legged on the floor by the coffee table, bowls of cereal balanced on your knees. nagi is leaning against you, head on your shoulder, sleepily munching on his frosted flakes. he’s still in his pajamas, hair sticking up in every direction, and you’ve never seen anything cuter.
“wanna play something?” you ask when you’rebdone eating. “roblox, fortnite . . .”
“tomodachi life,” he interrupts, already reaching for his switch. “i want to show you my island”
you settle back against the couch as he powers up the game. he’s quick to screen mirror it to the tv, and soon the familiar music is filling the room.
you watch as he navigates the island, checking in on his various miis. there’s a version of himself, of course, and one of you, plus reo, chigiri, isagi, bachira, and a few others from his blue lock days. he’s been playing this save for months now.
“look,” he says, pointing at the screen. “rin and isagi are finally friends again.” sure enough, the two miis are having a friendly conversation in the cafe. “they had a huge fight last week. was such a hassle to fix.”
you smile, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re a good mediator, sei.”
“only when i feel like it,” he replies, but he’s smiling too. he spends the next hour showing you around the island, introducing new miis, checking on relationships, it’s a ridiculous way to spend his birthday but you can’t help but love him for it
the rest of the day passes in a similar lazy haze. you order takeout for lunch ( pizza, because nagi refuses to cook on his birthday ), watch a movie ( some long romcom that nagi falls asleep halfway through ), and take a nap ( curled up together on the couch, just like he wanted )
when the evening rolls around, you convince him to take a bath with you, filling the tub with bubbles and lighting a few candles. he’s reluctant at first but he melts into your touch as you wash his hair, his head resting back against your chest.
“this is nice,” he admits, his voice echoing slightly in the bathroom. “better than going to a restaurant.”
“i’m glad you think so,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his wet hair. “happy birthday, sei.”
he turns then, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as he faces you. “best birthday ever” he says, thumb gently rubbing a soap sud from your cheek.
“yeah ?” you ask, leaning into his touch.
“yeah,” he confirms, his gaze drifting down to the water. “this is all i wanted.”
he looks back up at you, and the sparkle in his eyes makes you melt. nagi likes lazy days like this. he’s never been a huge fan of birthdays. but he doesn’t mind celebrating — or at least his version of celebrating — if he gets to spend each moment with you
doing the “think fast im another girl!” trend on bllk boys
ft sae rin kaiser nagi reo shidou
sae
“think fast im another girl!” you lean in to hug him and he immediately shoves you away. its only natural that a footballer has quick reflexes right? you ended up on the floor, bewildered as he looks at you with the nastiest side eye. “its common sense to not overstep with celebrities. are you dense?” he knows its one of your silly pranks, but he’ll entertain you anyways
“babe-” you burst out laughing and he crosses his arms and looks at you with a glare. “its sae to you. babe is for my girlfriend.” and at this point, you can’t stop cackling while he rolls his eyes and goes back to washing the dishes
rin
“rin, think fast im another girl!” he’s surprised, eyes widening every so slightly as your hand trails to his jaw and starts caressing it, “oh wow your jawline is soo shar-” he immediately backs off from you and put his hands in front of his body like a security guard. “..don’t touch me?..” he says with a confused tone, because he didn’t even have a single second to process it before you went on with your act.
“oh but babeee! don’t be like that!” you lean in again, and this time he really doesn’t know what to do. did the act end? “oh, okay.” he says, still unsure and you immediately have a dark aura radiating off you. “excuse me? okay? you’re gonna say okay when another girl calls you babe?” oh. this is when the act ended. “i mean. back off. fuck off, even. i have a girlfriend and she can maul your face off.” and its hard to keep up the angry act when his clueless face makes you want to giggle. “you’re insufferable!” you say as you squeeze his cheeks together and kiss him.
kaiser
“michael, think fast i’m another girl!” you lean in, your hands leaning against the arm rests on either side of his body while he stares at you at a disinterested look. he knows he’d never act like this in a real life scenario, but he just wants to get you riled up for the fun of it. “can you cook?” you narrow your eyes at him, and you continue your act anyways. “..yes??” “can you clean?” “yeeess??” “alright. can you shut the fuck up? ‘cuz my other woman doesn’t do that.” “EXCUSE ME??”
you tug on his ear and drag him to the ground, and well. long story short, now he has a big, red, swollen bruise on his head
nagi
“sei, think fast im another girl!” you wrap your arms around his chest from the back as he plays his switch, “ooh what’re you playing? you’re so handsome!” and all he does is ignore you at first, and when he beats the level and theres a short intermission, he gets up and walks to the other side of the couch, plopping down and immediately sinking into it like he’s some sort of liquid.
“..hey don’t be like that! you’re not even a liiitle interested in meee?” you jog over to the side of the couch he’s at and start to play with his hair, and now he finally talks. “lea’me alone.” “whyyy? we’d be such a good match!” “uhh..” he takes awhile to reply, focusing on his game. only after a few seconds of silence he finally responds. “cuz my girlfriend could kill you. and she’s pretty. you’re not, so.” and you end up on the floor beside him wheezing.
reo
“reoo, think fast im another girl!” you start twiddling with his hair “you’re so cutee!” and not even a second after, he’s swatted your hand away and gave you the most judgemental side eye ever. eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and twitching, lips in a frown— “get your dirty hands off of me. who even are you?” and this is genuinely the first time you’ve seen this side of reo.
“jeeesus, okay babe i see you!” you giggle, immediately out of your act, but reo wasn’t. “not the peasant calling me babe.. get out of my way.” and theres a long pause. “reo.” another pause. “the acts over.” its like a switch flipped in him, and he’s acting like the other persona doesn’t even exist. “ooh who’s this pretty lady??” his hands trail to your waist and pulls you in closer, and you squint your eyes at him.
“not the peasant from 5 seconds ago??” “completely 2 different people, that was the peasant, not my glorious princess in front of me right now.” you giggle and playfully hit him, leaning into his touch anyway
shidou
“ryu, think fast im another girl!” you lean in to hug him, but he’s immediately slammed you onto the bed (would be the floor if you were actually another girl) “oh hell nah.” he runs to the bathroom to wash his hands after touching you, overdramatic as usual before running back, hand on his hip and the other fixing his hair.
“first of all, my wife is beautiful, and you’re an ugly whore, and i’m beautiful too, so if 1 plus 1 equals 2, why do you think you have a right to touch me? second of all-” he was about to go all off on you if you didn’t cut him off “okay, okay! jesus christ ryu, you really don’t know the concept of holding back??” you say as if you’re disappointed, yet the smile stretching on your face proving uou wrong.
“not when it comes to my pretty princess.” and you just giggle at that, getting up to kiss him but he backs off again, “woah woah woah, is this my princess or the whore?” “the princess, ryu.” “alright, just doublechecking.” he leans into to kiss you, smiling a little as he does so
You paused, mid bite, the sandwich an inch away from your mouth. “What?”
Sae shrugged. “Can I see your phone?
Normally, you would’ve handed your phone with no trepidation. You had nothing to hide except maybe a crippling BL manga edition, but Sae never seemed to have any problem with that. Perks of having Shidou as your boyfriend’s teammate, you guessed.
And to the third eye, Sae’s posture and expression betrayed no ulterior motives. He was seated on the wooden dining chair in your cosy, little apartment, wearing a bland expression and a bland white-and-black outfit.
But to the trained eye, trained in the elder Itoshi’s idiosyncrasies, you noticed the mischievous gleam in his eyes, the slight curl of his lips, the way his right arm lounged on the back of the chair, and the way he was staring at you, like a predator chalking up their prey.
The sandwich suddenly tasted like sand in your mouth. “...Why do you need my phone?”
He shrugged, this time more nonchalant. “Just because.”
Something was definitely wrong now. Itoshi Sae wasn’t the one for vague replies; no, he was succinct and to the point.
You let your wander over the dining room, trying to desperately locate your phone, before you realised it was right in front of you, on the table, exactly in the middle, just as Itoshi Sae zeroed in on the device too.
Before you could lunge for your phone, his voice rang out, calm and steady, with a hint of amusement: “I recently met your friend. You know, your roommate from college.”
You stilled, your mouth dry. Oh, no. No, no, no.
“She told me something very interesting,” he continued, fixing you with an intense stare. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze. “The last time you guys went drinking, you confessed a secret to her. You made her pinky swear she would never tell anyone, but unfortunately, instead of linking your pinky, you offered your thumb, so your friend considered the deal void. Anyways, she said that you showed her your gallery—” you could tell he was trying his best to hold back a grin “—and very proudly confessed that you had an album titled ‘Sae, my love’ with 6 thousand photos of me. 6 thousand. I doubt even the entire country’s paparazzi has that many photos of me. I just wanted to check if your dear friend was lying. Is that true, mi cariño?”
“No,” you blurted out instantly. No, it wasn’t true, because the count was now at 8k photos. Oh, you were going to kill your friend.
“Hmm, I see. So you won’t mind if I took a quick look, right?” Oh, bless the heaven and the earth, that bastard was full-on grinning now. There was an unguarded affection and domesticity in that grin, which, on any other occasion, you would’ve memorialised in a photograph, but that certainly was out of question.
“No, Sae, no, don’t touch my phone, you asshole!” But alas, you were no match for the world-class athlete as he quickly snatched your phone and unlocked it with ease, because, of course, you had given him your password. Of course, it was the bastard’s birthday itself.
“Saeeeeeeee,” you whined as his grin widened as he went through the special album. Pictures of him sleeping, training, washing the dishes, changing the sheets, and so many more mundane moments captured and treasured with all your love in a neat album. His eyes softened as he went through every photo, as you slumped in defeat. “You suck.”
He chuckled softly and passed you your phone. “Sorry, cariño, you’re too fun to tease. And don’t worry, I find this only marginally creepy and stalkerish.”
And he wasn’t lying when he said these, because as he gazed at your pouty, indignant face, he realised his album with over 12k pictures was a lot more concerning.
can you tell i am down bad for this man? requests are open!
Hi! Can I request some BLLK drabbles (with whichever BLLK characters you like) where the boys see the reader in tight clothes for the first time? Like, the reader usually wears baggy clothing or stuff that hides their curves/body figure, so it’s a total surprise! It doesn’t have to be a dress—tight shorts and crop tops work too!
Anyways, I love you and your fics! You’re doing amazing, hunny! 💕 Keep doing what you’re doing—your stories make me smile and feel the thrill!! 💓🩷💗
what a surprise — he sees you in tight clothes for the first time
౨ৎ ft. nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin
a/n. THANK YOU SWEET ANON FOR THE REQUEST!! i had sm fun writing this and ur kind words def made my day ^-^ i chose the three characters i’m most comfy with heh one day i will expand!! >.>
contents. fluff, pre-relationship, timeskip/pro soccer player bllk boys, reader wears a tight dress for rin and nagi’s + crop top/short shorts for sae’s, these are suggestive so rated 16+ pls !
NAGI SEISHIRO
Nagi isn’t one to go to parties often. But this one was for Reo’s birthday and you were begging him to go.
He thought it would be less of a hassle to simply agree with you and make an appearance. Besides, he could always bring his phone and hide in the corner of the room, if needed.
But when Nagi sees the dress you’re wearing to the party, he decides maybe agreeing to come wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Does this dress make my butt look big?” you ask from his room, popping your head out of the doorframe.
The two of you are getting ready at Nagi’s apartment, mainly so he can’t flake at the last minute, and he had stepped out earlier to give you privacy while changing.
At your question, Nagi looks around lazily before his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you. The dress on your body is short and tight, leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to the shape of your waist and hips.
Nagi swallows with uncertainty. It’s different from your usual attire, that much even he could recognize.
“Yes,” he manages to answer your question honestly.
You beam as if that's just the response you’re looking for. “Great! I was going to wear my usual clothes, but Reo said we should dress nice since his family invited some celebrities.”
Nagi nods in acknowledgment. “Your dress is nice. But your usual clothes are nice, too.”
Hiding a giggle, you tug the dress down so it covers more of your thighs. Nagi can’t help but notice how shiny and supple your skin looks there.
“Do you like one more than the other?” you ask playfully.
He shakes his head hesitantly and he feels heat rise to his cheeks. “I like…both.”
“I’ll make sure to mix it up sometimes, then.”
ITOSHI SAE
Sae isn’t a saint. He’s never claimed nor pretended to be. While his focus has always been on soccer, he wasn’t one to turn down one night stands so long as they were conveniently timed for him.
All that to say, he’s seen plenty of minimally-clad bodies before. But he’s never felt the dryness in his throat that he does now. All from seeing you in those denim booty shorts and cropped baby tee.
Of course, the ridiculous shirt has, “Make Men Cry” written across your chest, only accentuating the curves you normally kept hidden even more. You may very well be able to reach that goal if you keep walking around like that.
His face is neutral; only Sae himself feels the slight clench of his jaw as his eyes trail across your figure.
“Do I look bad?” you blurt hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt that landed just above your belly-button. Your fidgeting only serves to draw more attention to the exposed, soft skin on your stomach.
Sae blinks slowly. “No. Who said that?”
“No one, but you just keep staring at me…”
“Not because you look bad,” he corrects. “It’s because you look hot.”
“You think?” you ask shyly, peering up at him through your lashes. “My friend and I went on a shopping spree and I wanted to change up my wardrobe. Just sometimes, at least.”
Sae makes a mental note to thank your friend. “Well, if you need more clothes, you can use my card.”
“I’ll make sure to get more of these cropped tops. Since you seem to like it so much,” you tease.
“For whatever reason, only on you.”
ITOSHI RIN
Awestruck doesn’t begin to describe how Rin feels when he sees you in a silk dress that gracefully falls against all your curves.
Galas are a pain, a stupid event he would skip if not for his PR team’s incessant prodding, but at least he managed to drag you along with him for this one.
He didn’t, however, actually expect you to dress the part. He would’ve been fine if you had shown up in the oversized shirts and baggy pants you typically wore, but he was completely caught off guard at the sight of you now.
“Can you help me tighten the back?” you ask bashfully, turning around to reveal the almost-backless dress that held itself together by a few measly strings. “I don’t want it to fall off at the gala…”
Rin’s ears heat up and he mentally slaps himself for picturing that. “Yeah. C’mere.”
You aren’t one to wear revealing clothes often, and this is the most skin he’s seen since he ever met you. His fingers ghost the back of your spine as he fastens the strings into a little bow. His fingers jerk as he skims the softness of your skin and he clears his throat to distract himself.
“Is this good?” he asks hoarsely.
You tug at the straps to make sure it’s secure and nod brightly. “Yep! Thanks, Rin. Do you need help with anything? I can tie your tie in return!”
Panicked, he shakes his head and quickly fastens his tie himself. It’s the fastest Rin has ever gotten it done. Once finished, he catches you staring at him with a funny look.
“You’re acting silly,” you say, sticking your tongue out.
“Sorry. I know. I’m just not used to you looking like that.”
Your gaze meets the floor as you shuffle your weight from foot to foot. “Is it weird?”
“It’s unfamiliar. But you look…” he trails off, cheeks a bright pink. “You look really pretty.”
You blink in surprise and an equally embarrassed look graces your features. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he coughs. “Not that you’re not always pretty. Just…it’s different.”
“Yeah,” you repeat, giggling through the shyness. “Well, if you want to see me like this more often, I guess you have to invite me as your plus one to more of these events.”
“Do you want to attend more of these with me?” asks Rin in surprise.
“Not particularly,” you admit and Rin scoffs. “But maybe it’s worth it to see your cute reactions.”
His face heats up once more. “Shut up.”
You laugh at him, placing your hand on your hips and only drawing more attention to your curves. Maybe Rin doesn’t hate galas, after all.
Synopsis: trying the worst rated recipe for a YouTube video and having Sae be the judge.
Tags: Sae x reader, youtuber reader, meme references, swearing, established relationship.
There he was, in the other room sitting on the couch undisturbed, your cat curled up in his lap like he wasn't reluctant to get one. His teal eyes focused on a his most recent match. With Him sitting so close to the big screen that you are 100% sure he could see new colours. But who were you to judge when you were currently standing in the middle of your shared kitchen with a camera and bright lights balancing the shadows nighttime brought.
"Hey guys, welcome or welcome back to my channel, Im earth to yn. Today I will be making the internet's self proclaimed 'worst recipe ever' And I will have a special guest taste test it. Obviously he doesn't know I'll be making the worst meal ever. All he knows is that I am cooking something." You say to the camera.
In the frame were the following Ingredients; unflavored gelatin, water, beef stock, hot dogs, hard boiled eggs and most importantly vanilla frosting. Even just looking at the ingredients brought a grimace to your face. "You all may wonder, y/n, why make this monstrosity? And my answer to you all is that, I have free will. Who is this website to say this recipe is terrible?"
"Huh? As a wise man once said, 'another man's trash is another man's treasure.' I can't lie, that is a relatable quote considering how you can apply to almost anything" You say, taking out the bowls and a pot out.
"I mean, just look at some of my friend's exes. I don't know what they saw in those rats, but they like them anyway. But I'm probably just hating..."
"okay let us begin!" you exclaim excitedly to the camera as you pour water into a pot along with gelatin and diced hotdogs and let it cook in boiling water, then taking a cake tin and slicing the boiled eggs thinly and placing them at the bottom as if to mimic a trifle layered cake. For the next layer you pour your delightful concoction into the pan, then another layer of eggs and you repeat the process until the pan was filled. While humming to yourself you place your creation in the freezer in order to get it to set quicker.
After about 30 minutes, You open the kitchen windows wide getting rid of the hotdog stench, then you taking your piping bag to pipe a specific slice and hiding the rest of your amalgamation in freezer before calling out to Sae once it was completely chilled.
"Kitten whiskers, come here please" you could hear Sae's eyes rolling at the sound of his nickname. A few beats later Sae appears with a white shirt and sweatpants hanging loosely over his physique. He raises a brow at the set up waiting for your approval to enter the frame. It was inevitable for the public to find out about your relationship. The two of you agreed on not teasing the relationship and opting for a hard launch whenever you both felt comfortable in doing so.
You always wanted the announcement of your relationship to happen on a random Tuesday. On a random post. Not something meticulously plan by PR representatives, it just wasn't your style. You gently wave your hand motioning for Sae come to you, an unspoken indication of your first appearance together. Something sweet, you baking him a wonderful 'cake' a sentiment worth sharing with the world.
"So my boyfriend will be taste testing the cake. So Sae, I tried a new recipe I found on tiktok last week. It went super viral." The casual mention of your relationship made Sae's lips twist in slight amusement completely oblivious to your lie an effortless lie. This was not infact a cake. if there was one thing your were sure about the dish you made today was the fact that your piping skills were spectacular. So spectacular you might as well be the face of cake boss.
"Was it the one you spent me last week?" Sae mutters as calmly stands next to you in the frame.
"Yes! And if Sae's personal trainer sees this, it's one slice and I used Stevia and not regular sugar so don't get too vexed"
You hand him the pre-sliced 'cake.' you even when as far as covering the sides to make it look more believable.
"3...2...1 eat 'em" You say excitedly handing it to Sae with infectious joy something Saw wouldn't dare to smother. You know Sae wouldn't lie to you if it tasted bad so you were excited to hear what he had to say. Sae cut a small piece of the cake with his spoon and popped it in his mouth. Your toes clenched in anticipation.
...
Never has Sae ever been perplexed by food. The first taste he was immediately hit was frosting which was somewhat pleasant, then hot dogs and eggs in a gelatinous consistency. The expression Sae's face contorted to was honestly priceless. He looked genuinely disgusted and beguiled at the cacophony of flavours permeating his mouth.
With each passing second, each chew getting progressively worse you burst out in a fit of laughter, even slapping the countertop as you gasp for air. Sae immediately turned around and spit in back into the plate.
"So half-baked. From now on leave cooking and baking to me" He says as you walk to stop the camera you cackling unceasing.
The following day you had Edited and posted onto your page. It was safe to say that not only was your dating announcement trending but a hilarious reaction image of Sae eating your food.
imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.
"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeah—you were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."
oh!
"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."
your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.
on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.
and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.
"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?
