#bllk fluff

[gravelocked]

rin wants to make out but hes too nonchalant!

rin was vibrating beside you on the couch, eyes flitting to you every now and then from his phone where he had been on the same app for the past half hour.

you had noticed him of course, how couldn’t you when he was literally staring at you with those big teal eyes like he was going to ask you if you had any games on your phone?

by the second hour, rin was batting his unfairly long lashes at you, almost pouting. you finally put your book down to look at him but he immediately looked away, pretending to focus on his phone.

“what is it?” you spoke up, “nothing.” he replied almost immediately. gosh, your nonchalant boyfriend. “you’ve been staring at me for the past hour, rin. ’fess up.”

his lower lip twitched but he still didn’t look at you. you internally sighed, “wanna make out?” you cocked your head to the side.

rin’s eyes widened momentarily before he began nodding slowly. a thick blush crept up his neck, spread through his cheeks and travelled all the way up to the tips of his ears.

you shook your head with a smile and grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

your boyfriend is so easy!

a/n: yess dumbass nonchalant rin

2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.

[dkrafs]

itoshi sae who's a sucker for your neck.

and no, not in the hot vampire way.

if asked to pick whether to kiss your lips or neck? it's a no brainer for him—he's already diving down to suck the skin 'til he's left a mark for the world to see.

come morning light, sae's already up and dressed for training. you're still passed out on the bed, limbs tangled in a complicated position that makes sae internally wince, that cannot be good for your posture. before leaving the house, he sits on the edge of the bed, wipes the drool on your face and leans down to press his lips on your cheek. his kisses trail down to your jaw before settling on your neck where he suckles lightly on the skin before murmuring, "baby, i'm leaving."

the sensation makes you groan as you feel your sleep interrupted. your hand blindly pushes his face away. sae only grabs your wrist, press a kiss on the inside before meeting your lips again. morning breath be damned.

"baby, i said i'm leaving. morning training." he mutters against your mouth. "then leave." another push to the face. his brows furrow.

"i love you." he whispers and it's met with a hum from you. a few seconds pass and you're already back to snoring off to dreamland.

so sae is left with no other choice. he stoops low, breath hot against the column of your throat and he bites down. hard. that certainly wakes you up. he holds back a grin when you yelp and scramble to sit up.

"i'm leaving. morning training." he repeats for like the thousandth time that morning. his hand snakes its way to the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he peppers kisses on the reddening area. each kiss press against the mark left on the skin. he hums at your complains—talking 'bout he didn't need to ruin your sleep to say goodbye, how he can easily leave a text or a voice mail.

with a final kiss to your neck, he pulls away. "bye, now." and still doesn't rise from the bed.

"bye, sae." you replied, still groggy and rubbing your eye. he looks at you expectantly. you sigh, cupping his face and leaving a fleeting kiss on his lips.

"love you, be safe."

"love you, too. i'll bring you breakfast once i'm done." and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now. he pushes you back down on a lying position, fixes the blanket around you, tucks you in, and kisses your neck (once more, he's insatiable). "back to sleep, now."

with that, he stands up, grabs his bag, and walks out the door.

and when he comes home a few hours later, don't be surprised when you're woken up once again with a kiss and another bite to your neck. his eyes light up at your mad expression. but before you can scold him for it, he's already handing you a cup of coffee and your favorite sandwich from the deli nearby.

[sei-rq]

Archived.

[an1m320v3r]

Lost in Translation

Blue Lock! Micheal Kaiser x reader

He's been flirting with you for weeks... but you don't know German.

Warnings: Fluff; NOT PROOFREAD!!!

[Lost in Translation Series]

You weren’t supposed to talk to him.

That was the one rule you gave yourself when you started interning for Bastard München’s media department: don’t get distracted by the players.

They were larger-than-life athletes, practically demigods. You were a glorified assistant with a clipboard and a very temperamental laptop. You had no business even looking in Michael Kaiser’s direction.

And yet… there he was — golden-haired, star-eyed, and grinning at you like he’d just spotted his next favorite game.

You met him on your second day. You were lost — which was impressive, considering you were supposed to be taking photos of the training field. Somehow you’d wandered into the players’ hallway, clutching a camera you barely knew how to use.

He appeared out of nowhere, towel slung over one shoulder, droplets of water glinting on his neck.

“You’re new,” he said, voice smooth and lightly accented. “Willkommen in meinem Reich.” Welcome to my kingdom.

You froze. “I—uh—sorry?”

He smirked. “Ah, shy. I like that.”

You blinked, smiling awkwardly, because what else were you supposed to do?

“Ich bin Kaiser.” I am Kaiser.

“Oh! Right, yes. I know that,” you said, fumbling your camera strap. “You’re… the Kaiser.”

He laughed softly — the sound low, teasing, deliberate. “And you are?”

You gave your name, still uncertain why your pulse was doing gymnastics.

“Schöner Name,” he said. Beautiful name.

You smiled back, clueless. “Thank you?”

He grinned wider, clearly entertained. “Anytime, Liebling.” Darling.

And just like that, he walked away — leaving you in a state of mild confusion and completely unjustified butterflies.

You didn’t realize it then, but that was the first of many German phrases you’d pretend to understand.

Over the next week, Kaiser made it his mission to “accidentally” run into you.

Every morning, when you brought the cameras to the sidelines, he was there — stretching in the most dramatic possible way, his shirt conveniently riding up. He’d call out,

“Guten Morgen, wunderschön!” Good morning, beautiful!

You’d smile and wave. “Morning, Kaiser!”

He’d wink. “Ah, you say my name so nicely.”

You had no idea he’d just called you “beautiful.”

Sometimes, he’d show up behind you while you were typing reports in the lounge. His voice would dip low, practically brushing your ear.

“Du hast keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst,” he’d murmur. You have no idea what you're doing to me.

You’d freeze, typing gibberish. “Haha… yeah… totally.”

He’d chuckle, walk away, and leave you flustered for the rest of the day.

You figured he was being friendly.

He figured you were teasing him.

It was the start of a very confusing game.

Somewhere in between, poor Ness developed eye twitches.

Ness, meanwhile, was watching this slow-motion disaster unfold like a soap opera.

He tried to warn Kaiser once.

“Uh, Kaiser, I don’t think they—”

“Shh, Ness. They’re just playing hard to get.”

“No, I think they literally don’t underst—”

“Hard. To. Get.”

By week three, Kaiser was half-mad with frustration. You always smiled politely, always responded vaguely, always looked so calm — as if his best lines bounced right off you.

He was the emperor, the crown jewel of Bastard München — and yet here he was, losing sleep over someone who didn’t even blush when he said, “Ich will dich.” I want you.

It happened one afternoon when you were filming practice. Ness wandered over, looking slightly nervous.

“Uh, hey,” he said, scratching his head. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“Do you… speak German?”

You shook your head. “Not even a little. Why?”

Ness sighed like he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion. “Kaiser’s been flirting with you nonstop. In German.”

Your brain stalled. “...He’s what?”

“Yeah.” Ness looked genuinely pained. “He thinks you’re ignoring him on purpose. Says you’re playing hard to get.”

You stared at him. “I’ve been saying ‘totally’ to flirting?”

“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “What do I do?”

“Tell him?”

But before you could, Kaiser appeared behind you, hair shimmering in the sunlight, smirk already loaded like a weapon.

“Na, Engel? Verpasst du mich schon?” Well, angel? Are you missing me already?

You panicked. “Totally!”

Ness groaned audibly and walked away.

From that day onward, things somehow got worse.

Kaiser became bolder — leaning closer, standing behind you during interviews, dropping German lines that sounded like the verbal equivalent of winking.

“Du bist der schönste Fehler, den ich je gemacht habe.” You are the most beautiful mistake I have ever made.

“Ich schwöre, du machst mich wahnsinnig.” I swear, you're driving me crazy.

You’d nod politely, smiling like you were on autopilot, while your brain silently screamed: Why does he sound angry and romantic at the same time?

He started showing off more during training too — every goal followed by a quick glance in your direction, every smirk clearly asking, Are you watching?

And honestly, you were. Who wouldn’t? The man moved like art — all precision and arrogance and glow.

But then he’d ruin it by blowing you a kiss mid-goal and shouting, “Das war für dich!” That was for you.

You clapped awkwardly. “Yay… goal!”

He grinned. You died inside.

One late afternoon, you were sent to drop off photo files in the media office — conveniently located next to the locker rooms.

You were almost done when you heard a familiar voice.

“Da bist du ja, mein Glücksbringer.” There you are, my lucky charm!

You jumped. Kaiser leaned against the doorway, still in his training gear, sweat-slick hair and that impossible grin.

“Kaiser! You scared me.”

“Du magst es, wenn ich auftauche, gib’s zu.” You like it when I show up, admit it.

You blinked. “Uh… yes?”

He stepped closer, towel draped loosely around his neck, eyes sparkling like trouble.

“You really like saying yes, don’t you?” he teased, switching to English now, voice dripping amusement.

You blushed, unsure whether to laugh or run. “You say a lot of things I don’t understand.”

“Good,” he said. “Mystery keeps the spark alive.”

You muttered, “It’s keeping me confused, that’s for sure.”

He tilted his head. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He smirked again. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“I literally just deliver footage.”

“Exactly,” he said, and walked away.

You stared after him, completely baffled — and slightly more doomed than before.

It became a bizarre routine.

Kaiser flirted. You nodded.

He smirked. You smiled politely.

Somewhere, Ness developed migraines

Sometimes he’d whisper something that sounded scandalous:

“Du bist mein Lieblingsfehler.” You are my favorite mistake.

You’d beam, thinking he’d said something about the footage.

Or he’d murmur,

“Du raubst mir den Verstand.” You're driving me crazy!

You’d reply, “Thanks! You too!”

Each misunderstanding only made him more intrigued. He thought you were teasing; you thought he was eccentric.

It was chaos, but harmless — until he started trying harder.

Two weeks later, Kaiser snapped.

You didn’t know it, but he’d spent the entire morning grumbling to Ness about you.

“They ignore me. No one ignores me. They’re obsessed, secretly. Has to be.”

“Maybe they’re just—”

“Playing. Hard. To. Get.”

Ness sighed so hard it could’ve powered a wind turbine.

That afternoon, when you passed Kaiser in the hallway, he blocked your path.

“We need to talk.”

“Uh—about what?”

“About this—” He gestured vaguely between you. “Whatever game you’re playing.”

You blinked. “Game?”

“You pretend not to care, but you do. You always smile when I talk to you.”

“I’m… polite?”

“Polite,” he repeated, eyes narrowing. “That’s what you call it?”

He took a step closer, frustration flickering behind his grin. “Every time I compliment you, every time I flirt, you just smile and walk away. You’re driving me insane.”

You raised your hands defensively. “Wait, wait—back up. You’ve been flirting?”

“Obviously!”

You stared, mortified. “Kaiser, I don’t speak German.”

Silence.

Actual, stunned, pin-drop silence.

His eyes widened slightly. “You… don’t?”

You shook your head quickly. “Not a single word!”

Then came the slowest, most bewildered laugh you’d ever heard.

“No way.” He pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re telling me I’ve been pouring my heart out in German for weeks, and you just—nodded?”

You winced. “And said ‘totally,’ yeah.”

He doubled over laughing. “Oh, Scheiße! Ness was right!” Shit.

You covered your face. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” he wheezed. “I told you you were the most beautiful mistake I’d ever made!”

You peeked through your fingers. “You what?!”

He laughed even harder. “And you said ‘totally!’”

You groaned. “I’m going to evaporate.”

When he finally stopped laughing, he leaned against the wall, smiling in that lazy, dazzling way that made you feel like the air had thinned.

“You really had no idea.”

“None,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I thought you were just showing off your accent.”

“You thought this”—he gestured to himself—“was casual conversation?”

“I mean… it seemed very you.”

He chuckled, pushing off the wall. “You know, I should be angry. You ignored me for nearly a month.”

“You could’ve just switched to English!”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You glared. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned. “And yet you keep talking to me.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. “So what now, Your Majesty?”

“Now?” His voice dropped an octave, soft but teasing. “Now we start over. In a language we both understand.”

He insisted on walking you back to your workspace. You expected him to gloat, to make more jokes — but he was oddly gentle, tone quieter.

“You really didn’t know what I was saying?”

“Not a clue.”

“And you still smiled.”

“Because you seemed nice,” you said honestly. “A little dramatic, maybe, but… nice.”

He laughed softly. “That might be the first time anyone’s called me that.”

You shrugged. “Then you should hear it more often.”

Something flickered in his eyes then — the showman dimmed for a heartbeat, replaced by something almost shy.

“You’re… different,” he said simply. “Most people either worship me or hate me.”

“I didn’t understand you enough to do either.”

He laughed again, this time with real warmth. “Maybe that’s why I like you.”

You stumbled over your words. “You—what?”

“See?” He smirked again, confidence returning. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say for weeks.”

The next day, he found you in the lounge with a notebook.

“If you won’t learn German, I’ll teach you,” he said, sitting beside you uninvited.

You sighed. “Is this another excuse to flirt?”

“Absolutely. Lesson one: Date. That means ‘date.’”

You snorted. “Wow. Tricky.”

“Lesson two: Küss mich.” Kiss me.

You narrowed your eyes. “And that means…?”

He smirked. “Ask me sometime after lesson ten.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily, laughing.

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning back. “We’ll take it slow. I’ve got time.”

I've been giggling to myself like an idiot writing this, my mom started giving me sceptical looks.🤣

•Masterlist•

[unknownsvoid]

NO NUT NOVEMBER!

links = broadcasting: previously on unknown's goofy smaus -> here bllk masterlist -> here

✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, rensuke kunigami, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi, yo hiori, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, tabito karasu, otoya eita, oliver aiku, niko ikki, kenyu yukimiya, barou shoei, gin gagamaru, jingo raichi! ✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack content. gn!reader. spelling mistakes (did this half asleep so apologies if so)

[kleinflx]

MAKING OUT . . . IN THE SHOWER — i . sae .

the water’s still running when he corners you.

he doesn’t slam the door or raise his voice, he just steps in the shower with no care that you were inside. droplets cling to his hair, the gel wearing off showing his bangs.

“you think that was funny?” his tone is flat but there’s something tight under it. not anger, more like control.

you barely get a word out before he’s closer, hand braced against the tile beside your waist, trapping you in without actually touching you. he smells expensive, even after a game, even after getting pissed off, he still looks like he stepped out of an ad.

“bunny? bunny iglesias?” he repeats, quieter now, like the name itself annoys him. “out of everyone.” his eyes flick down your face, calculating. you nervously try to laugh it off, thinking back to the interaction.

it was in the locker room, extremely loud after the game, everyone still riding the high of winning. sae’s already getting cleaned up, he did his routine like usual—shower, skincare, ready his things. he moved accordingly to his own made schedule until he saw you with bunny iglesias. you’re standing too close to him, laughing at some funny story he made up. bunny was adoring your attention, you were genuinely smiling.

his expression doesn’t change, but irritation was growing deep within him, it should’ve ended there. he was a little annoyed, so what? the world still moves…

but his world stopped in that moment.

now, you were both home. you were excited to take a bath after the long day, not expecting that your boyfriend would join in. you were smiling at someone he can’t stand, now he’s just pissed off when you both should’ve been celebrating his victory, his goals, him.

“i wasn’t—” you start

“don’t lie,” he cuts in immediately. the water hits his shoulder, darkening his white shirt, but he doesn’t move but his eyes are locked onto yours like nothing else matters “you smiled at him—no. you laughed with him.” it’s such a small thing but the way he says it made it feel heavier.

his fingers were under your chin, tilting your face up just enough. “you don’t laugh like that with me.” not jealousy exactly but something prideful.

“it was a funny story. maybe give me a reason to laugh next time.” you say, the words left your mouth quicker than any thought formed. his expression flickers just for a second, then he sighs heavily, you can almost hear a quiet chuckle leave his mouth. “i don’t need to try” but he does anyway.

he leans in slow like he’s giving you time to pull away, you don’t. the kiss isn’t messy or desperate, it’s controlled, like he’s proving a point to you. he deepens the kiss, you feel his grip tighten slightly, holding you still. the water that runs between you both was cold, yet it still felt warm.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. “don’t give him too much attention. it’s insulting to your boyfriend.” his thumb brushes your jaw gently. you reply by kissing him back, fueling him with satisfaction. he’ll deal with bunny after he’s done with you.

[owltrace]

"𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔."

~ Synopsis: you broke it off with the bllk boys many years ago. But it seems they just won't leave you alone: how else would you justify the fact that your children's favorite football player, out of all players in the world, is your ex?

~ Characters: Itoshi Rin and Isagi Yoichi

~ Aged up characters!! They're all around 28-35 here, including you!! Also I cussed a lot here lol

~ Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi Yoichi.

You weren't unfamiliar with that name. Why would you be? You dated for almost 4 years after all. High school sweethearts or whatever you'd like to call it, your relationship looked like it came straight out of a fantasy book.

He was perfect, to put it simply.

Always supported you in whatever you did, clearly cared for you and your needs and noticed the most unimportant details (that are actually the most important ones in a relationship): how you liked your coffee, when your shoes were untied, that the volume of your TV was always at an even number. He noticed.

He was comprehensive too. Afterall, he agreed to the break up even though he loved you to the core of his soul.

You see, you were the one who suggested the break up. You loved him too - and loving is letting go. You knew about his aspiration to be a worldwide known soccer legend. And, since you were aware of how unforgiving and demanding the athlete world was, you decided it would benefit him to focus all his time and energy on his career instead of on a relationship.

After hours of a heartfelt talk, you both decided to break it off - a mutual break up that hurt even more than if you fought and break up after, because you both still knew you loved each other to bits, but that was exactly why you both agreed to it.

Saying he agreed to the break up doesn't mean he didn't fight against it though - trust me, he did. He argued and denied and even fell to his knees at one point, but inevitable agreed to it, because if it meant it'd make you feel better he'd do anything.

He even tried to continue as friends, but you denied, saying you didn't want to be a distraction (he fired back saying you'd never be a distraction, but you weren't really buying it. So, you blocked him everywhere while repeating to yourself that it was "All for him", but was it really? Or was it your own thoughts and insecurities that got too loud? You didn't really like to think much about it or your head started to hurt - and your heart too)

So, it was safe to say you were familiar with the name Isagi Yoichi.

Actually, it seemed you saw it even more constantly now, almost ten years after the break up.

"And Isagi Yoichi, with a header, ties the game for Bastard München! This is one of the world's best in action, ladies and gentlemen!"

You were a football fan at heart. That was one of the things that got you and Isagi closer: your shared interest for football. So it wasn't a surprise that it was also your son's favorite sport.

"Mom, look at Isagi's goal!" Your son, Yuko, pulled at your skirt while you cooked to catch your attention, pointing at the TV "He's the best!"

It was a surprise, thought, that Isagi was his favorite football player.

"He is, huh?" You smiled, and Yuko feverly nodded his head up and down.

"Yeah!"

A gentle silence settled between the two of you. Yuko was the product of a relationship with a jerk you thought could be the love of your life. Turns out you were very wrong and, the moment you announced your pregnancy, he ran and disappeared, blocking you everywhere and leaving you with a positive pregnancy test and crushed spirits.

But you were not weak. You weren't just going to sit down and let this asshole ruin your life, so you persevered. You carried Yuko for nine months with pride, and it was safe to say you wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him.

Your son was the one you held dearest to your heart, the one who got you through the darkest times of your life, your best friend...

"I want my birthday party to be about him!"

...and also the one who made you lose your head at times.

With a sigh, you crouched down to match his height

"Yuko, dear, I thought we had agreed on your party being about the Avengers. You were so excited about it too, saying you wanted - who was it, oh! - the Hulk to come? I invited him, and now you want me to uninvite him?" You put your hand on your chest, faking a fearful expression "What if he gets mad and crashes the party? Or worse - eats all the cake in secret?"

Your son only giggled, patting your head

"Don't worry, momma! The Hulk can still come to my party!" He quickly ran back to the living room when he heard the referee's whistle signaling the beggining of the second half, and you followed him "I'm sure he's an Isagi fan too! Everyone is, since he's the best!"

Then, just as you were about to crash out, an almost unadible whisper came from Yuko

"You think..." He looked at you with hopeful eyes "You think you can invite him for my birthday party, mom?"

Oh, fuck your life.

"I'll see what I can do, dear"

You kissed your son's temple and went back to the kitchen, not really able to focus on the food anymore.

What could you do? I mean, technically you could hire a look alike. Your son probably wouldn't even be able to notice anyways - he'd be happy and you wouldn't need to go through an emotional torment like you were right now. Win-win situation.

But you just couldn't. Something about knowing you could get him exactly what he wanted and didn't just because of your own stupid feelings made you feel like the worst mom ever.

But would Isagi even agree to it? He probably had you blocked already, or didn't care about you enough to go through such lengths anymore. Maybe he wasn't in Japan at the moment, or his PR team wouldn't let him, or he changed his number.

The chances of him coming to the party were slim, so you decided to try. Since he'd probably refuse anyway, you would at least feel better since, well, you tried. It wouldn't be your fault that he didn't come, and you could finally rest with your hired look-alike.

With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone, going straight to the message app.

You unblocked him, wincing at the old texts you just couldn't bring yourself to delete. You typed and deleted your message at least thrice before settling for a simple: "Hey, Isagi. I know it's been very long, but can we talk?"

You quickly shut your phone and slammed it screen down on the kitchen counter, not expecting a quick response - actually, not expecting response at all.

So, accordingly, when your phone ringed, you jumped.

You let it ring once, then twice. On the third ring, you finally picked up the call. You didn't see the caller ID, but you already knew who it was.

"...hello?" You muttered, and you hated how weak it sounded.

From across the phone, Isagi muttered your name. Almost like a prayer, like he couldn't believe it's been so long since he last said it. He said it through a hushed whisper, and you could hear the pure devotion in his voice. He spoke like he wasn't worthy of your time or even your thoughts, and it left you puzzled.

"Hi!" He continued, a little too enthusiastic when compared to the way he said your name "You said you wanted to talk. What is it?"

His voice sounded different yet the same. More mature, sure, but it was the same tone. The same excited way of speaking he used when talking to you about soccer, and you could practically see his 18 year old self gesticulating like a crazed person while explaining why this formation was better than that one.

It made you internally giggle.

Isagi called out your name again, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry" you muttered. An awkward silence settled between you both. You pinched the brige of your nose and sighed, mentally preparing yourself to go on with what you were about to do.

You were already regretting it.

"Isagi" you whispered his name softly. Your son was in the room next to yours, and you didn't want him to hear. You didn't want give him false hopes - even thought you knew in your heart things weren't going the way you originally thought. Yoichi calling you, and not simply texting like a normal person would, was enough to make you realize that.

You heard Isagi make a sound through the phone when he heard his name, clearly overwhelmed - and perhaps even happy to hear you call him again, even if it was only his surname "I need a favor."

"Of course!" You could practically feel him smiling through the phone "What do you need, babe?"

You both stammered.

"I-I m sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright, Isagi." You smiled bitterly "It's no big deal" you sighed again, swallowing hard "Anyways, I need to talk to you about something very important."

"S-sure, go ahead."

His eagerness actually unsettled you.

You cleared your throat and continued

"I know this will sound insane, but if it's not much to ask..." you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. Then, not any louder than a whisper, you continued "...could you come to my son's birthday party in two weeks?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the call, and you were quite literally feeling like you were about to faint.

Then, came Isagi's response.

"Huh?"

"Only if you're in Japan, of course!" You were feeling a little embarassed "I-I totally understand if you can't come! Honestly, I don't know why I called. You're a famous player, after all! You probably have much more to do than spend your time on a silly birthday party..."

"Hey."

"And I'm really sorry for wasting your time, I didn't mean to! Anyways, you can just pretend this never happened..."

"[Name]."

"Actually, just block me. Forget I did this please. I just thought..."

"[Name]!"

You got silent the moment he screamed your name.

Damn. For someone who was trying to act nonchalant and cool, you were really playing the pathetic part.

You heard Isagi sigh from across the screen.

Then, what he said next absolutely shocked you.

"I can go"

You answered something very smart amongst the lines of: "Really?!"

"Yes" he chuckled, but you felt something different in his voice. When he answered the call, he was happy. Overjoyed, even - and you knew that because you knew him. But now, even though he wasn't downright crying, you could feel a tension on the way his words came out. Almost like he was sad. Strange. "But, uhm... Won't he mind?"

"He?" You were confused. You thought he was taking about your son. Why would he mind that his favorite player was coming to his birthday party?

"Your... husband." Isagi uttered that last word like it physically hurt him to get it out.

...

"I'm not married, Isagi." You deadpanned

Now, it was his turn to come up with a very smart reply: "Wait- are you serious?"

"Yes" you said with a confused expression. Then, a little calmer than you were moments before, you continued "Yuko, my son, is sadly also the son of a jackass who abandoned me the moment I got pregnant. His stupid father never took responsibility, so I raise him as a single mother. You're his favorite football player, so, if you could come to his little party, it would mean the world to me- him. To him"

For the nmpth time that call, the line went silent. Then you heard a noise that sounded like the phone being thrown. Then...

"YES!" you heard Isagi shout, so loudly you had to remove the phone from your ear, even if his mouth was nowhere near the speaker. You carefully put it against your ear again, only to hear running from the other end. Was this idiot really running and jumping from joy across the screen? Then, the sound of hustling came, signaling he really had let the phone down to run and just picked it up. A screech came out when he grabbed the phone again "Y-you heard that? I thought I had muted the call!" He stuttered, and you started to smile "I'm not saying 'Yes' as in 'I'm glad that jerk left you alone and now you're a single mother', I'm saying it as in 'Im glad you don't have a husband'! N-not that I wouldn't be happy if you did have a husband! I would be happy for you, really. But like... You know what?" He interrupted himself, irradiating joy "Just-just send me the date. I promise you I'll be there. Like, pinky promise. I'll bring gifts and all! It will be Yuko's best birthday party ever, I swear!"

Shit. You were crying.

"Thank you, Isagi"

He calmed down a little at your genuine words, and his voice came out meek when he replied:

"You're welcome." You could feel his smile through the screen "And [Name]?"

"...yes?"

"...don't block me again, please"

He ended the call, the sound of the rings a sharp contrast to the softness of his voice and the impact of his words.

"Mom, come look at this cool move Isagi did last match!" Your son shouted from the living room, but all you could do was stare at your black phone screen, eyes unblinking.

Trust me, you were watching Isagi's move up close.

Rin Itoshi

Rin hated meet and greets.

He liked his fans, but he hated interacting with people in general. So, having to interact with hundreds of people for more than 2 hours? Absolute hell. Just fucking kill him with a chainsaw already, won't you?

He usually didn't really engage in conversation. He just signed some autographs, posed for some pictures and that was pretty much it.

Today was another day of an excruciatingly boring meet and greet.

'It will be over soon, it will be over soon', he kept repeating to himself. He could see the end of the line of fans and practically feel the softness of his hotel's bed mattress already. Only a few more minutes and he'd finally leave.

"Mr. Rin?" He heard a high pitched voice call out. He looked from left to right but saw no one. "Right here!"

He looked down.

Huh. It was a toddler.

Okay, it wasn't really a toddler. Probably a bit older - around 5 or 6 - but still a little kid. It was a girl, hair in pigtails and toothy grin widening when he noticed here.

Rin thought it was a little weird. His fanbase wasn't mostly made out of kids - Bachira's had many more. Rin was used to interacting with boys and even girls - he was popular among them for some reason - but children? No one prepared him for that. So, he just did what he did best: he stayed silent. This kid was the last one on his line anyway. The others wanted to meet the other members that were on the same table as him: Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Barou and others.

The kid didn't seem to notice his silence - or, if she did, she chose to ignore it. She continued speaking.

"I really like how you play!" She held her hand up for him to grab, and he awkwardly did (after Isagi nudged him to do so, because he was just staring at it, confused).

The moment he shook her hand, his breath hitched pathetically. It wasn't anything bad, no. It was just, the moment he looked at her better, he noticed... her eyes.

Her eyes were familiar. He couldn't pinpoint where he knew them from though (he could. He just didn't want to).

He shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling and just continued staring at the kid in silence.

"I want to be like you when I grow up!" The girl smiled "But my mom says I shouldn't. She says I should choose another player to have as an inspiration, like Isagi or Bachira!"

A vein popped in his neck. Then, in his usual flat tone, he fired back.

"Your mom's stupid."

Isagi hit him on the thighs, and he could hear Bachira laughing from across the table, but he didn't really care.

The girl giggled.

"I'm gonna tell her you said that!"

"Go on. I don't care" he crossed his arms.

"She's right there, actually!" The girl smiled. Then, she shouted "Mom, come here!"

Rin could hear a sigh from the mom, who stepped aside from the line to let the girl talk to him.

Damn, this woman really hated his guts, huh? Not that he gave a fuck anyways.

"Ohhh, she's coming!" The girl continued giggling and teasing

"Again, I couldn't care less."

The moment the mom stepped into the light though, Rin's soul quite literally shivered.

Oh shit. He did care.

It was you.

You, his ex. The person he loved the most. Actually, the only person he ever let near his heart.

You looked more mature. Definitely prettier, even though he thought it was impossible for you to look prettier. You changed, and he did too - but his heart still did that stupid backflip the moment he saw you.

"What is it, darling?" You crouched down, head patting your daughter's hair.

Rin took advantage of your moment of distraction to fix everything wrong about himself. He fixed his posture, combed his hair with his hands and even drank a bit of water - even though he choked on it and almost died. You didn't really look though, so he just ignored it (Isagi didn't. He was rolling from laughter). He did all of this to look nonchalant and composed in front of you. It's been 9 years since you broke up, so he wanted to show you he was doing just fine, as if the mere sight of you didn't ruin him completely.

This fake composure quickly vanished the moment he uttered your name, interrupting your kid.

"[Name]..."

Gosh, he hated how vulnerable he sounded.

You looked up, a nameless emotion swimming in your irises - there it was. The girl's eyes came from you. They were the same as yours - the same beautiful tone he missed so much, but didn't want to admit.

"Rin." You muttered. You wanted to sound confident - but you just sounded like someone who had explosive diarrhea. Your voice failed and you wanted to hit yourself for that. To ignore the embarrassment, you looked back at your daughter "So, sweetie?"

Rin looked at your daughter. Then you. Then back at your daughter. Then a fearful expression appeared in his eyes, clearly begging for your child to keep her mouth shut...

"Rin called you stupid!"

Fuck.

"No I didn't" he quickly shot back

"But you did!" She pointed at him "He said you're very stupid, mom!"

"Shes lying." He got up quickly, his chair making a screeching noise that made everyone cover their ears "I did not say that, [Name]."

"Liar liar pants on fire!" Your daughter fired, giggling

"Oh, so you think I'm stupid, Rinnie?" You looked at him with a smirk and oh he was absolutely melting.

He thought he had gotten over you. He really did. You were nothing but past to him - till you came back. And now he was hooked - again.

"No." He said way to quick "She is" he then pointed at your daughter

"Hey!" She crossed her arms, glaring at him "I'm not stupid!"

"You're right, you're not' Rin crossed his arms back, a faint sign of a smirk on his lips "You're a liar."

"Mom!" She hugged your leg "He's mean! You're right, I should've been a Bachira or Isagi fan!"

You only giggled, and Rin forgot how to breath for a second. The whole world seemed to stop when you looked at him, and, if he searched hard enough, he was sure could see his 14 year old self in your eyes. The one that was crazy in love with you (but if he really searched hard, he could find it hidden inside himself. It was only that you brought it out)

He wanted to live forever in this moment.

"Miss? You really need to go. The event is ober"

Rin never wanted to strangle a bodyguard like he wanted to right now.

He didn't even notice that you were the last people there. Neither did he noticed all his teammates attentively staring at the display in front of them.

"Oops, I'm sorry!" You smiled awkwardly at the bodyguard, then quickly grabbed your daughter's hand "C'mon, love. Thank Mr. Rin for his time"

"Thank you, Mr. Rin!" Your daughter bowed, and Rin doesn't know why but he bowed back. Thank you for bringing your mother back to me, I guess.

"Let's go" you turned to leave. You were almost leaving again - away from his grasp and he couldn't do anything about it. He had to think fast. How to stop you, how to stop you, how to...

"Wait, mom! I forgot to ask for an autograph!"

Oh, bless your adorable daughter.

"Really?" You sighed, then let go of her arm reluctantly "Go on. But do it fast!"

Your daughter nodded. Then, she quickly grabbed a paper and a pen that someone (Bachira) casually and conveniently handed her and went up to Rin again.

He grabbed the pen with shaky hands. His mind was running so fast that he forgot his own signature. What the fuck was happening to him? Was he scared?

Him, Rin Itoshi, scared to make a move? No, it couldn't be.

...maybe he was a little afraid of you having a family already and maybe he'd sulk about it for days on end if you had, but that's pretty much it!

"Psst, hey!" He heard your daughter mutter. She put her little hands to cover her mouth and whispered, like she was sharing a top secret with him. And she was, because the next words that came out of her mouth shocked Rin' entire being "She's single."

That was all the confirmation he needed.

Your daughter went back to you skipping, smile on her face and a paper with a signature and a combination of digits that strangely looked like a phone number.

Iloveisagiiloveisagiiloveisagi

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[blessingsinwinter]

˖Ი𐑼⋆ cute, cute, very cute | ft. itoshi sae

itoshi sae, whose girlfriend loves him loudly.

not in the embarrassing way. not in the clingy, overbearing way people always assume when they see you wrapped around him with your cheek pressed into his shoulder while he scrolls through his phone.

just openly.

like loving him is the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

at the beginning of your relationship, you used to ask before every touch.

“can i hold your hand?”

“is this okay?”

“do you want space?”

sae remembers the first time you asked if you could hug him.

you stood outside your apartment after your third date, fingers hooked behind your back, swaying slightly on your heels while looking at him with careful eyes.

not nervous.

considerate.

like you were trying to learn the shape of him before touching anything fragile.

“you can say no,” you told him quickly. “i just like hugging you.”

sae stared at you for a second. then said yes.

and you hugged him like it meant something.

not casually. not absentmindedly.

you wrapped your arms around him with this quiet sort of sincerity that made his chest feel oddly tight.

he remembers standing there thinking:

oh.

so this is what it feels like to be wanted gently.

months later, you’re practically melted across him on the couch while he rewatches match footage.

one of your legs thrown over his lap. your cheek against his shoulder. fingers playing lazily with the ends of his hair while he scrolls through clips on his tablet.

“you’re staring again,” he says without looking away from the screen.

“i know.”

“why.”

you hum thoughtfully, like this requires genuine analysis.

“i like your face.”

“that’s vague.”

“okay,” you murmur, shifting slightly so you can look at him properly. “you also have very delicate eyelashes.”

“. . .”

“they look soft.”

“they are eyelashes.”

“mhm. pretty ones." your thumb smooths against his temple. “they curl at the ends when you’re tired.”

sae finally glances at you then.

you’re looking at him with unbearable fondness. soft-eyed and completely serious.

like this is important information.

you smile a little when he looks back. “there you are.”

“what does that mean.”

“you disappear into your head sometimes.” another gentle stroke through his hair. “i like when you come back.”

something in his chest shifts quietly at that.

you always notice things.

small things.

the difference between his exhausted silences and his irritated ones. the way his shoulders loosen after a shower. how he taps his fingers against his leg when he’s thinking too hard about something.

you notice all of it like memorising him is instinctive.

and somehow, instead of making him feel watched, it only makes him feel known.

you’re always touching him when you’re alone together.

your hand in his hair. your face pressed into his neck. your fingers tracing slow shapes against his arm while you talk to him about whatever strange thought has crossed your mind that night.

you ask him questions at one in the morning while half asleep against his chest.

“do you think people stay the same forever underneath everything, or do they become entirely different versions of themselves every few years?”

or,

“if soccer never existed, what kind of person do you think you would’ve become?”

sometimes the conversations last for hours. sometimes they fade naturally into silence while your fingertips drift absentmindedly against his skin.

sae likes both equally.

especially because you never seem uncomfortable with quiet. you just like being near him.

and you love him so visibly.

that’s probably the part that unsettled him most in the beginning.

you never acted embarrassed by how much you adored him.

you looked happy when he walked into a room.

your entire face softened whenever you looked at him for too long.

you called him cute constantly, which had genuinely annoyed him at first.

the first time you said it, he thought you were joking.

“you’re cute when you’re irritated,” you told him one evening while he stared at you flatly from across the kitchen.

“that’s not a compliment.”

“to you maybe,” you’d replied easily.

the problem was that you always sounded so sincere.

you never called him handsome or hot. never used the kind of compliments he was used to hearing from other people.

only cute.

but when you said it, it sounded strangely precious. like you were calling attention to parts of him nobody else noticed.

sae gets home late most nights.

between training, media appearances, travel, and sponsorship obligations, exhaustion settles deep into his bones more often than not. there are days where he barely feels like speaking by the time he reaches the apartment.

and then he opens the front door.

there’s usually about two seconds of silence before he hears your voice from somewhere inside.

“sae?”

then the sound of quick footsteps.

the first time you slid around the hallway corner in socks, you nearly slammed directly into the wall trying to get to him faster. now he expects it.

“you’re going to hurt yourself one day,” he says automatically as you hurry toward him.

“probably,” you admit easily before wrapping your arms around his waist anyway.

you always hug him immediately after he gets home. like you’ve been waiting to do it all day.

your cheek presses against his chest while you mumble a quiet, “welcome home.”

it does something strange to him every time.

because nobody has ever said those words to him like they truly meant it.

like home was a person instead of a place.

his hand settles instinctively at the back of your head. “were you waiting long?”

“not really.”

he knows that’s a lie immediately.

there’s a blanket tangled on the couch and a book lying open beside it. one of the lamps is still on. you probably fell asleep trying to wait for him again.

when he points it out, you only shrug sheepishly.

“i wanted to see you first.”

you always say things like that so simply.

never expecting anything in return.

never making him feel guilty for being busy.

you have your own life. your own friends and routines and responsibilities. but somehow you still make space for him so naturally that being loved by you never feels heavy.

there are nights where you climb directly into his lap halfway through a conversation and bury your face into his shoulder without warning.

“hi,” you mumble against his neck.

“. . . hi?”

“pick me up.”

“you’re already on top of me.”

“properly.”

he sighs like you’re inconveniencing him, but his hands are already moving to your waist before he even finishes speaking.

you grin victoriously when he stands with you clinging to him like a koala.

“you’re needy.”

“and you adore me," you tell him with complete certainty.

sae looks at you for a long moment before answering.

“. . . obviously.”

your expression softens every single time he says things like that, no matter how casually.

like part of you still can’t fully believe he means it.

truthfully, sae doesn’t think he fully understands it either sometimes.

that someone can know him this well and still love him this gently.

sometimes he comes home and finds you asleep on the couch waiting for him.

those nights affect him more than he likes admitting.

he’ll walk into the apartment quietly and see you curled beneath a blanket with a book slipping from your lap, glasses slightly crooked from sleep while the lamp beside you casts warm light across your face.

you always try so hard to stay awake for him.

and always fail eventually.

he stands there for a moment just looking at you before setting his bag down.

“baby,” he murmurs softly.

you wake slowly every time, blinking at him with sleepy confusion before your entire expression changes the second you recognise him.

“sae . . .”

your voice is rough with sleep.

warm.

you sit up right away despite still looking half unconscious, reaching for him on instinct alone.

“you’re home,” you mumble, like you’d been thinking about that fact all evening.

he leans down automatically when your hands cup his face.

you stare at him for a second, eyes heavy-lidded as you look over his features carefully, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes.

“you look tired,” you whisper.

“long day.”

a small frown appears on your face for exactly two seconds before you lean forward and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

then another to his cheek.

then one to the corner of his mouth.

and then suddenly you’re kissing him everywhere with sleepy determination. gentle little kisses scattered across his face while your fingers slide into his hair.

his jaw.

his cheekbone.

the bridge of his nose.

back to his jaw again because you seem particularly attached to kissing him there.

“missed you,” you mumble between soft kisses.

sae’s hands settle around your waist as he lets you pull him closer. “you should’ve gone to bed.”

“i wanted to wait for you.”

“you fell asleep.”

“emotionally i was awake.”

he stares at you for a second while you smile sleepily against his face.

“. . . that doesn’t make any sense.”

“it does to me.”

you only continue kissing him afterward, warm and sleepy and impossibly affectionate while your fingers slide through his hair.

“you’re very clingy when you’re tired,” he murmurs quietly.

“mhm.” you admit. then you look at him carefully again, your expression softening almost painfully. “and you’re very cute when you’re tired.”

“there it is again.”

you hum sleepily against his face, smiling a little when his fingers slide beneath the blanket pooled around your legs.

“can’t help it,” you mumble. “you come home looking all worn out and pretty.”

sae gives you a look at that. “pretty?”

“very.” your thumb brushes slowly beneath his eye. “especially right now.”

your expression softens even further the longer you look at him.

it always does.

like every time you see him after being apart for a while, you still need a second to process that he’s actually there.

it used to make him uncomfortable.

now he thinks he’d notice immediately if you ever stopped.

you suddenly narrow your eyes slightly, head tilting as you study him with sleepy seriousness. “did you eat properly today?”

“yes.”

“protein and everything?”

“. . . yes.”

“good.” a tiny approving nod before you kiss his cheek again. “good boy.”

sae actually blinks.

slowly.

you don’t even realise what you’ve said at first because you’re too busy smoothing his hair back from his forehead.

then your eyes widen slightly.

“oh my god,” you groan. “pretend i didn’t say that.”

he stares at you flatly. “that’s difficult.”

you bury your face into his shoulder immediately, muffling a horrified laugh. “i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“. . . right.”

“that was supposed to stay in my head.”

“you have concerning thoughts.”

“you’re literally sitting here letting me kiss you forty times in a row.”

“that’s unrelated.”

you laugh into his shoulder while he feels your face heating against his neck.

the worst part was that he could tell from the immediate horror on your face that it had genuinely slipped out by accident.

you peek up at him eventually, smiling sheepishly.

“you secretly liked it.”

sae doesn’t answer straight away.

because the annoying thing is ─ you’re right again.

he likes your hands in his hair.

likes the way your face lights up when he walks through the door.

likes being loved by someone who never makes him question it.

your fingers drift lazily along the back of his neck while your eyelids begin drooping again.

“sorry,” you mumble suddenly. “i know you’re probably exhausted.”

“i’m fine.”

“still.” your gaze flickers over his face carefully. “you work so hard.”

something in his chest twists quietly at the softness in your voice.

you say things so gently sometimes it catches him completely off guard.

before he can respond, you lean in again and press three tiny kisses to his jaw in quick succession.

it was affectionate enough to make his chest ache with it.

“cute,” you whisper against his skin.

another kiss.

“cute.”

another.

“very cute.”

sae exhales quietly through his nose while you smile against him. “you’re obsessed with me.”

“why wouldn't i be?”

sae looks at you for a long second after that.

then he finally sits properly beside you, letting you curl against his chest beneath the blanket. the moment he settles, you tuck yourself into him with a sleepy sigh, arms wrapping loosely around his middle.

comfortable. instinctive.

like your body already knows exactly where it belongs.

“there,” you mumble contently. “better.”

his hand moves instinctively to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair carefully as you tug lightly on his sleeve.

“sorry again,” you mumble drowsily. “you want quiet after practice.”

sae’s hand moves to the back of your head automatically, smoothing your hair down.

“this is quiet.”

you smile against him at that.

a few minutes later your breathing evens out again, sleep finally pulling you under for real this time.

the room falls quiet for a while.

just the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional sleepy kiss you press against whatever part of him is closest.

but right before you drift off completely, sae hears one last sleepy mumble against his shoulder.

“pretty cute . . .”

and despite himself, despite everything ─

his mouth curves slightly into your hair.

a/n (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ based on this lovely request.

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