โ summary; you thought you could handle hugo in bed. spoiler alert: YOU COULDN'T.
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โ It's almost humiliating, really, how quickly everyone in the French U20 team notices that something is deeply, deeply wrong with you.
โ Because normally, you'd be bouncing around the sidelines with way too much energy.
โ But today?
โ Today, you're walk into practice with the dead-eyed look of a soldier returning from war.
โ Your movements are slow. Careful. Visibly painful.
โ Stairs are now your mortal enemy.
โ So is walking.
โ And so is breathing.
โ Meanwhile, beside you, Vivian Hugo looks completely normal.
โ Same messy burgundy hair.
โ Cool black eyes.
โ Holding onto that stupid blank notebook of his.
โ Which, in your opinion, is terribly unfair considering how worn out you look.
โ And, as though to put a cherry on top of your ice cream cone of humiliation โ
โ The ENTIRE room goes pin-drop silent when you try to sit, slowly and carefully like an 89-year-old war veteran, and the most miserable, wounded sound leaves your lips as soon as your rear end makes contact with the hardwood bench.
โ Oh.
โ OH.
โ Charles' eyes nearly pop out of his head; he's staring so hard.
โ โOH MY GOD.โ
โ โShut UP,โ you hiss immediately, face burning.
โ And he starts laughing, not even the polite kind of laughter that would be socially acceptable.
โ He's practically hunched over at the waist, tears in his eyes, rolling on the floor laughing because your misery is apparently hilarious and so is the fact that Hugo apparently got laid last night.
โ โNO, WAY, DID YOU AND โโ
โ And Hugo, calm and unflappable as ever, actually has the nerve to say, โYes.โ
โ Why.
โ You can only stare at him in horror as the room EXPLODES.
โ One: Thatโs an insane answer.
โ Two: He says it with absolutely no shame whatsoever while youโre silently praying for the ground to swallow you whole.ย
โ You can almost feel the collective wave of sympathy emanating from the team, because now everyone and their mother knows why youโre moving like your bones are made of glass.
โ The worst part is that you had been SO confident beforehand.
โ You'd taken one look at this beautiful, 187cm midfielder and actually thought:
โ How bad could it possibly be?
โ The answer:
โ Very.
โ Because, apparently, Hugo does everything with absurd commitment.
โ Football.
โ Training.
โ And apparently โ
โ That too.
โ Which also brings you back to the present, and the consequences of your actions:
โ Glaring absolute murder at Vivian Hugo while he calmly adjusts his gloves like he didnโt personally press you into the mattress twelve hours ago.
โ โShe said she could handle the physical exertion.โ
โ In the distance, someone chokes on water.
โ โThat was before I knew you were a monster, Hugo!โ
โ And that is when the screaming starts.
โ And even Loki buries his face in his hands because this really wasn't how he pictured his morning going.
โ โYou are NEVER doing that again.โ
โ Hugo looks at you for exactly two seconds before calmly saying, โThat statement is untrue."
โ Charles makes a sound like a dying animal.
โ And tragically . . .
โ There's really nothing you can say to dispute him because you would absolutely let that man rail you again in a heartbeat.
โ summary; drunk! you tries (and fails) to hit on a handsome guy at a fancy party.
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Youโve been to so many of these galas, and each time, they never cease to amaze you with how boring they are.
Rich people.
Rich people pretending not to compare net worths.
Rich people talking about football while clearly never having touched a ball.
Rich people asking your parents questions.
Rich people asking you questions.
โOh, how youโve grown!โ
โSo, what university are you planning to attend?โ
โA pretty thing such as yourself must surely have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend.โ
Your parents are thriving.
They're famous football consultants, the kind that clubs and managers pay through their noses to engage.ย
Itโs like theyโve come home.
On the other hand, you are this close to throwing yourself into one of the fancy crystal centrepieces.
But because you are good and decent, you do not.
You do, however, find the champagne.
In your defence, you hadnโt meant to get drunk.
You only took a glass because you were bored.
Then another, because someone hands you one.
Then another, because apparently, the very nice waiters like to refill your drink every five seconds.
By glass three, youโre tolerating the event.
By glass four, everyone is suddenly hilarious.
By glass five, youโre pretty sure that youโre having the time of your life in this ballroom.
Youโre halfway through glass six โ or was it glass seven? โ when you look up and see โ
Him.
Tall.
Burgundy hair.
Long eyelashes.
Dark eyes.
Expensive suit.
The sort of face Renaissance painters would start brawling over.
Standing alone while reading.
Because apparently, even at parties, Vivian Hugo is doing Just Vivian Hugo things.
Reading.
What kind of psychopath reads at a party?
And not even a book with words.
Itโs completely blank.
You immediately become fascinated.
You don't even know his name.
You only know that he's ridiculously attractive.
And French.
And French.
(This bears repeating.)
Which somehow makes him even more attractive to your alcohol-soaked brain.
A terrible development.
For Hugo, that is.
He isnโt particularly interested in events like these.
Too much pointless conversation.
Too many people pretending that status is more important than results.
But, unfortunately for him, Franceโs football federation expects their rising young talents to make public appearances before the U-20 World Cup.
He's standing in a quiet hallway, reading his blank book.
There are approximately eighty-seven attendees.
Investors.
Scouts.
Former players.
Opportunists.
Journalists.
Eighty-eight attendees when he sees you โ marching towards him with all the determination of a heat-seeking missile.
Not gracefully.
Slightly unsteady.
Wobbling, really.
Eyes locked directly onto him.
Stopping directly in front of him.
Stare.
He stares back.
Silence.
More silence.
More staring.
For a very long time.
Then . . .
โYou're really hot.โ
Hugo blinks.
Once.
โThank you.โ
โNo, like, really hot.โ
โUnderstood.โ
โUnfairly hot . . . Like โ Like an angel on the walls of Versailles.โ
(You literally stole this from an Olivia Rodrigo song.)
(It is not an original thought.)
(But drunk you thinks that you are a poet.)
(The second coming of William Shakespeare.)
โ. . . Thank you.โ
โHic โ Do you know . . . You are the prettiest?โ
โYes. Statistically, I have received numerous positive comments regarding my appearance before.โ
โYouโre so hot when you talk all smart like that . . .โ
โ. . . Thank you?โ
". . . Use more big words on me. It turns me on."
". . ."
Hugo isnโt even flustered.
Not even after youโve called him hot about ten times in the past minute.ย
He's just analyzing the situation.
Like youโre a particularly interesting opponent in a particularly tricky football match.
Drunk female.
No apparent malicious intent.
Currently attempting courtship.
Methodology ineffective.
Fascinating.
โI like your eyelashes.โ
โThank you.โ
โI like your hair.โ
โThank you.โ
โI like your face.โ
โ. . . Thank you."
โI think we should make out.โ
โWhy?โ
โBecause you're โ hic! โ hot.โ
โThose two concepts do not appear to be directly related โโ
"Shhhh, angel boy. Less talky, more smoochy.โ
Hugo has spent his life around football prodigies, world-class athletes, and tactical geniuses.
Nothing could have prepared him for someone with all the confidence and bad decision-making of a drunk raccoon.
What is the protocol for this?
Answer: None.
There is none.
Apparently taking his silence as consent, you grab his tie.
And try to kiss him.
Hugo tries to lean backwards.
You try to go in again.
Again, he quickly steps back.
Unfortunately, you are drunk and determined, and your last brain cell has deserted you about five glasses of champagne ago.
Hugo is now proving to everyone in the room just why heโs considered part of the New Generation Eleven when he starts performing defensive footwork and evasive manoeuvres in dress shoes.
(He is extremely lucky Charles is not here. Charles would have been rolling on the floor laughing, seeing this.)
Finally, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop your advances.
โI believe you've had too much champagne."
โ. . . Eh.โ
โ. . . Therefore, this is unsuitable.โ
โYou know what else is unsuitable? How horny I โโ
Thankfully, your parents discover you hanging off Hugoโs arm before a) the paparazzi can see this and have a field day or b) the French PR team sees this and decides to file a harassment lawsuit.ย
Whichever one comes first.
The next morning, sober, you will wake up, remember exactly what happened last night, and scream into the nearest pillow for 20 consecutive minutes.
Until your brain cell returns to comfort you with exactly one (1) beautiful thought.
You donโt know his name.
He doesn't know yours.
Youโll never see him again.
Problem solved.
Except no.
Not really.
Because two weeks later, your parents have negotiated yet another contract deal.
This time with France, for the duration of the U20 world cup.
You're dragged along.
And when you step into the conference room โย
You see him.
The exact same burgundy hair.
The exact same eyelashes.
The exact same blank expression.
And thatโs when your soul leaves your body.
Because Hugo recognizes you immediately.
Immediately.
With no hesitation.
And kills you on the spot where you stand when he opens his mouth and says, โStatistically speaking, meeting again was unlikely.โ
โPlease stop talking.โ
โInteresting.โ
โStop.โ
And that's the exact moment you realize you're going to be working with him.
โ summary; you thought you could handle nagi in bed. spoiler alert: YOU COULDN'T.
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โ Everyone clocks it the second you walk into the training room with Nagi.
โ Not because heโs acting any differently.
โ He's still slouched over, posture terrible, casually unbothered, hands shoved in his pockets like heโd rather be in bed.
โ Which is typical Nagi behaviour.
โ Fine.
โ The problem, therein, lies with you.
โ Youโre walking as though your bones are made of glass and your skin is made of paper.
โ Exhaustion radiates from every pore.
โ The dead-eyed stare of a traumatised soldier returning from war.
โ And most tellingly -
โ You stop to glare at Nagi every few moments, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.
โ (Ineffective. He is unbothered. Moisturised. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing.)
โ Reo looks at you.
โ Really looks.
โ And almost drops his bottle.
โ โ. . . Oh my God.โ
โ Bachira perks up.
โ โHey, did you guys finally -โ
โ You flinch as though youโve just been shot.
โ Nagi just scratches the back of his head, and, without missing a beat, says, โMmm. Yeah.โ
โ No shame.
โ Just casual confirmation for all the Blue Lockers in a five-foot radius.
โ And thatโs when the room goes silent.
โ DEAD SILENT.
โ You would throw your clipboard at his face, except . . .
โ Itโs too far away, and youโd have to get up from the bench.
โ And you . . .
โ Literally canโt.
โ Your legs havenโt recovered just yet.
โ So you settle for glaring at Nagi. Again.
โDonโt say that in public!!โ
โWhy not? โS true . . .โ
โ And then, perhaps to add insult to injury, Nagi adds:
โ โYou said you could take it.โ
โ Somewhere in the distance, you hear someone choke on water.ย
โ โ. . .โ
โ You have no answer to that, because heโs technically right.
โ You had been young.
โ Cocky.
โ Self-assured.
โ And stupid.
โ Because youโd taken one look at Nagi, at 190cm of a professional striker with absurd stamina and body control, and dared to think:
โ Wow, Nagi's lazy and sleepy all the time. I can do this!
โ Wrong.ย
โ WRONG.
โ Unfortunately for you, youโve since learned that once he actually gets interested in something, he commits.
โ You had to learn that the hard way.
โ Several times.
โ And that isnโt even the worst part.
โ No.
โ That would be how Nagi keeps wandering over to you in the middle of practice, all warm and clingy like an oversized cat.
โ Arms looped around your waist.
โ Fingers curling around your wrist.
โ Resting his chin on your shoulder from behind while youโre trying to work.
โ And -
โ He keeps absentmindedly saying the filthiest things that make it painfully obvious to everyone in the vicinity just how thoroughly heโd managed to ruin your motor functions for 24-48 business hours.ย
โDid your hips stop hurting yet?โ
โAre the bruises gone?โ
โYou were whining my name louder last night.โ
โWanna come over again later?โ
โ And every single time, the nearby Blue Lockers look like they just got flashbanged.
โ Isagi especially suffers because he keeps accidentally overhearing things no man should ever have to hear.
โ All he wants to do is focus on football, and suddenly he's hearing Nagi murmur:
โ โYou looked cute crying, though.โ
โ The poor guy can't catch a break.
โ Even Rin looks disturbed.
โ RIN.
โ Which is saying a lot.
โ And even though you're still mad at Nagi for temporarily ruining your ability to sit, stand, and bend over...
โ Unfortunately . . .
โ Youโd absolutely let him fold you like his laundry again.
โ pairing;ย itoshi saeย x blue lock manager! reader ย
โ summary; in which you and sae argue over who should hang up first, and ego, very helpfully, settles the issue. set in the blue lock manager au.
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โ You and Sae are oceans away; while heโs off living the glamorous football life in Spain, youโre back in Japan managing the chaos that is Blue Lock, which means that, more often than not, your relationship thrives on stolen moments and late-night phone calls.
โ Saeโs schedule is hectic, and yours isnโt any better, but the two of you somehow manage to make it work.
โ You usually call Sae during your break, when the boys are scattered about the field, guzzling water and catching their breaths after a gruelling training session. Now that everyoneโs preoccupied, you quickly pull out your phone, beaming as you call Sae, who picks up after just one ring (he totally wasnโt waiting for your call or anything).
โ You can hear the faint sound of bustling streets in the background as the two of you fall back into your usual rhythm, alternating between banter and soft exchanges.
โYou sound tired.โ
โBlame Ego and the boys. Itโs like herding cats over here.โ
โWho did what now?โ
โI miss you.โ
โWhen are you coming back?โ
โAre you eating well? Sleeping enough?โ
โ Your alarm beeps, reminding you that the break is over and you should technically be getting back to work, but you figure that the boys will survive on their own for a few more minutes.
โYou hang up first.โ
โNo, you hang up.โ
โIโm serious. You hang up.โ
โStop being annoying and hang up.โ
โ Enter: Ego Jinpachi, the mastermind of Blue Lock, and your very exasperated boss, who regrets ever hiring you, even if your parents are funding the programme.
โ Heโs been silently watching as you waste precious training minutes in favour of your sappy teenage romance with Sae, and promptly decides that enough is enough.
โ You donโt notice Ego approaching until heโs literally looming over you, a vein throbbing in his temple. Without missing a beat, Ego snatches the phone from your hands, his voice dryer than the Sahara. โGoodbye, Itoshi.โ Then, with a swift press of the button, he ends the call.
โ He hands your phone back to you while still maintaining eye contact with you. โThere you go,โ he says sarcastically, and youโre mortified as he stalks off without looking back.
โ summary; in which itoshi rinโs mother and brother assume that youโre dating after the events of the u-20 match. set in the blue lock manager au.
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โ Youโll do many things, but admitting to your parents that youโre cold when theyโd told you to dress warmly isnโt one of them.
โ Certainly, itโs not so bad when youโre running about, but the wet cold seeps into your thin shirt the moment you sit down to take a breather.
โ Your body is tingling, going numb, and you realize then how chilly it is.
โ And when itโs time for you to talk strategy with the team, your teeth are chattering so badly that you canโt even speak.
โ Egoโs staring at you as though youโve lost your mind, and as you find yourself wilting under the weight of his stare, a jacket hits you square in the face, and its owner is staring at you, his face as impassive as ever.
โ โHurry up.โ
โ You canโt quite tell if itโs โhurry up and wear thisโ or โhurry up and start talkingโ, but you donโt have it in you to ask.
โ In fact, you could almost weep in gratitude as you pull on Rinโs jacket.
โ Of course, itโs much too big for you. In fact, it looks as though youโre practically swimming in the voluminous fabric, and you have to roll up the sleeves so that you can use your hands, but the relief it provides you with is immediate.
โ Your shivering stops, and wonder of wonders, you can even speak clearly.
โ Thereโs a spring to your step as you walk out onto the field with everyone. Bundled up in Rinโs jacket, youโre warm and toasty, shielded from the frigid air. More than that, it smells like him too; something pleasantly light and cool.
โ It suits him, you think, a smile playing across your lips.
โ You do find it odd how Rinโs older brother is eyeing you critically from across the field, but you donโt think much about it.
โ Itโs your team against his, after all, and thereโs bound to be some tensions here and there.
โ But the final nail in the coffin happens when a reporter plucks up the courage to ask you about the ITOSHI emblazoned across the back of your jacket.
โ โRin gave it to me because I looked cold!โ You say brightly, and you even point at him for emphasis.
โ The flashing cameras going off just about blind him.
โ Rin swears up and down to murder you.
โ Later.
โ When there are no cameras.
โ No, wait.
โ His mother is up in the stands, and sheโs staring at you like the stars are hanging from your eyes, probably thrilled that her youngest son is being nice and making friends.
โ She even flashes him a very unsubtle thumbs up, a sure sign of her approval.
โ So he settles for silently seething and glaring at you instead.
โ Though if looks could kill, youโd be flat on the floor by now.
โ summary; in which nagi seishiroโs parents assume that youโre dating after the events of the u-20 match. set in the blue lock manager au.
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โ Where do they get their energy from, you wonder, staring at the rowdy boys under your care.
โ Most of them are running around the field like headless chickens, and youโre fairly sure that some of them have stripped in their excitement.
โ Great.
โ You just hope that they know their reactions are being filmed on national television.
โ Yeah, theyโve probably forgotten about that part.
โ You wish that you could share some of their excitement, but youโre exhausted from running around all day, and with Ego and Anri off dealing with all the press and sponsors, it means that youโre effectively in charge of these boys.
โ And getting them back to the training centre will be about as easy as herding cats.
โ You have to resist the urge to scream.
โ But the only one not joining in the festivities would be Nagi, draped over you like a lazy cat. It seems as though all the exertion and excitement has just about done him in.
โ His face is buried into the crown of your hair, and his arms are looped around your waist. Heโs a warm and comfortable โ if slightly damp โ weight against your back.
โ โCโmon, Nagi.โ
โ Because while you can move around and do your tasks just fine, youโd rather not do it with a limpet clinging stubbornly to your back.
โ โPlease?โ
โ And heโs looking at you so pitifully that you cave almost immediately.
โ โFine.โ
โ You suppose that heโs earned a rest after going all out, you think, petting his hair with an absent-minded affection. And as Nagi sighs in contentment, you think that you could stay like this โ stay with him โ for a little while longer.
โ Youโd thought that the press would only be interested in the players losing their minds on the field, but it turns out that you were wrong.
โ Pictures of you and Nagi are splashed across the gossip magazines the next day, and as youโre hoping and praying that everything will eventually boil over โ your phone vibrates.
โ Itโs a text from Nagi, and for a second you think that he wants to talk about doing damage control.
โ summary; in which you accidentally propose to one nagi seishiro, part 2 here. set in the blue lock manager au.
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โ Itโs Chigiri who comes to find you as youโre getting started on your list of chores for the day, and the look on his face is so grim that youโre gripped with an instant sense of fear.
โ โThereโs been an emergency,โ is all he says, and you follow him to the Manshine stratum without question.
โ Your pace is fast, since Chigiriโs legs are twice the length of yours, and the urgency of the unnamed situation carries the both of you forwards briskly.
โ And, well, youโve imagined all kinds of horrible scenarios, but nothing could have prepared you for this; seeing Nagi looking dejectedly at the palm of his hand, his usual emotionless face twisted up into a (rather adorable) pout.
โ โWhatโs wrong?โ You ask quickly, because it rather looks as though Reoโs going to pick up a soccer ball and brain Nagi with it.
โ When Reo speaks up, it sounds as though heโs dangerously close to losing what little sanity he has left. โHe broke his ring while playing.โ
โ โRing?โ You blink once, then twice, before your gaze lands on the pieces of broken plastic sitting sadly on the palm of Nagiโs outstretched hand and realisation dawns. โOh, that ring!โ
โ Youโd gotten it out of a gashapon in one of Shibuyaโs many arcades, and had given the heart-shaped ring to Nagi without much thought. In fact, you had no idea that he would see it as something that precious, something to be kept safe at all costs.
โ You grope about for words to try and comfort Nagi. โIt was just a cheap thing, donโt worry about it.โ
โ Instantly, you realise that youโve made a mistake when his shoulders droop, bringing to mind a flower wilting at dusk. If itโs even possible, it looks as though his expression grows even more clouded over.
โ Your breath catches, and sadness washes over you. You donโt like seeing the clouds returning to Nagiโs eyes, along with knowing that youโre the one who put them there.
โ โLook,โ you say slowly, wanting to chase the sadness away from his face. โSince Blue Lockโs taken off, and Iโm actually getting paid now, Iโll get you a better one, okay? One that wonโt break so easily.โ
โ Nagi brightens almost instantly. โCan we get matching rings?โ
โ โSure?โ You say, though it comes out as more of a question, as utterly confused as you are by Nagiโs sudden change in attitude. ย
โ โOh my god,โ someone says in the background, and you arenโt quite sure if itโs Chigiri or Reo whoโs said it, only that they sound thoroughly exasperated.
โ โI didnโt know you two were engaged!โ And of course, Chris Prince would choose this exact moment to speak up, causing your embarrassment to run even wilder.
โ But Nagiโs eyes are still trained upon you, and ah, he isnโt going to be forgetting about your promise to get him a ring any time soon, either.
โ summary; in which chigiri hyomaโs mother and sister assume that youโre dating after the events of the u-20 match. set in the blue lock manager au.
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โ Youโre already running up to him the minute heโs been sent off the field, a towel in one hand and a sports drink in the other.
โ โHere,โ You say breathlessly, because even that short jog has tired you out โ your stamina is a joke, youโre not a monster like the boys under your care. โWipe your face and drink this.โ
โ You can see the upset still written over Chigiriโs face, and you release a quiet sigh. Nothing you say will take away his disappointment, you know, and maybe it will be easier on the both of you if you donโt say anything at all.
โ But you canโt stand seeing that expression on his face.
โ And, mindful of the cameras surely trained upon the both of you, you drape the towel over his head so that it hides him from view.
โ โGo and get dry,โ You say gently. โIโll go and get your jacket and the first aid kit for your knee.โ
โ And you run off before he can say anything else.
โ Your back is to him, so you donโt see how his features soften as he watches you sprint away, how a small and reluctant smile tugs up the corners of his lips.
โ But his mother and sister do.
โ Chigiri glances up when he hears his sisterโs voice screeching out high alarm.
โ Sheโs pointing at him, and then at you, and then back to him again in a manner that spells out trouble.
โ That, and the shit eating grin on her face.
โ Chigiri knows that his familyโs gotten the wrong idea about the two of you, and immediately resolves to keep you far, far away from his mother and sister.
โ Spoiler alert: It doesnโt work.
โ They ambush you after the match.
โ And you can only turn a confused gaze onto Chigiri when the two women start asking you how long the two of you have been dating.
