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new member in the family ! ft, boyfriend! Ryusei Shidou x reader
a/n, first smau, very short and possibly ooc but we ball right…right.. another post from user kunigamiau that’s not kunigami…
©kunigamiau
blindbox-a-holic
synopsis: you're unboxing blind boxes together, but he gets the one you want. warnings: cursing
Blue Lock: Heartbreak in the striker program!
part 3
The next few days inside Blue Lock were exactly as chaotic as you expected.
Actually—
Worse.
Because now everyone knew her.
Whenever she walked through the halls:
"That's her."
"The girl."
"The only girl."
"I heard she has her own apartment."
"I heard she beat three guys in training."
"I heard she told someone their haircut looked like a dying plant."
you walked past.
"That wasn't a rumor. I actually said that."
The player she had insulted lowered his head in defeat.
At this point, Team Z had accepted that you were impossible to understand.
One moment you would brutally roast someone.
The next moment you would hand them snacks because they looked sad.
Nobody understood you.
Except maybe Bachira.
One afternoon, Team Z was training when Bachira suddenly appeared beside you.
"Y/N."
You look at him "hm?"
"Do you think I'm weird?"
"Yes."
Bachira paused.
"...Really?"
"Extremely."
He looked heartbroken.
Then you continued.
"But that's what's fascinating about you."
Bachira immediately brightened.
Isagi watched the interaction from across the field.
And felt something strange.
Jealousy.
He didn't know why.
They were just friends.
Right?
Meanwhile, far away in another building—
Nagi was lying upside down on a couch.
"Miss Y/N."
Reo sighed.
"Can you stop calling her that?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I miss her."
Reo froze.
Nagi almost never admitted things like that.
Truthfully—
Both of them missed you.
The trio had spent years together.
And suddenly they were separated.
Everything felt different.
A few days later, the first official match arrived.
Team Z versus Team X.
Exactly like in the anime.
Everyone was nervous.
Except for you.
You looked half asleep.
"Are you not worried?" Isagi asked.
You yawn "No."
"Why?"
"If we lose, we lose." you shrug your shoulders
"That's your explanation?"
"Yep."
"That's terrible."
"Thank you."
The match started.
And immediately—
Team X became a nightmare.
Especially Shoei Barou.
Barou bulldozed through players.
Scored goals.
Dominated the field.
Acted like a king.
You stared at the guy.
Then turned to Isagi.
"Why does he think he's so superior?"
Isagi nearly choked.
Barou heard you.
The entire field went silent.
"What did you say?"
You looked completely unbothered.
"I said you look like you enjoy paying taxes."
Barou's eye twitched.
Team Z prepared for murder.
Instead—
Barou scored another goal.
Purely out of spite.
Team Z lost.
"bruh" you sighed in annoyance
But something changed.
"Well?" Isagi repeated.
"We sucked."
Everyone stared.
"She's not wrong," Bachira admitted.
And somehow—
That honesty motivated Team Z more than any speech could have.
As the days passed, Team Z improved.
So did you.
People quickly realized something.
She wasn't physically overwhelming like Barou.
Wasn't a genius like Nagi.
Wasn't a monster dribbler like Bachira.
Your greatest weapon was observation.
You noticed everything.
Every habit. Every weakness. Every hesitation. Every pattern.
Even Isagi was impressed.
And Isagi didn't impress easily anymore.
One evening, he found you sitting alone outside the training area.
"You always sit here?"
"Sometimes."
"Why?"
"It's quiet."
A comfortable silence followed.
Then you spoke.
"You're getting better."
Isagi blinked.
"What?"
"You're starting to trust your instincts."
His eyes widened.
That was exactly what he'd been struggling with.
"You noticed?"
"Obviously."
You said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And somehow—
That compliment meant more than he expected.
Meanwhile...
Another problem was developing.
Bachira liked spending time with you.
A lot.
Whenever you trained—
Bachira appeared.
Whenever you ate—
Bachira appeared.
Whenever you existed—
Bachira appeared.
Bachira would even wait for you outside your room.
"..."
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to see what happened if I waited."
You slowly closed the door.
"RUDE!"
Someone witnessed the entire thing.
Isagi.
And once again—
That weird jealousy returned.
Things became even worse when Team Z faced Team Y and Team W.
The victories. The struggles. The teamwork. The growth.
With every match—
Y/N became more popular.
Not because she was the only girl.
But because she was good. Really good.
Even players from other teams started paying attention.
One of them being Reo.
When Team V finally crossed paths with Team Z before their match—
The reunion was immediate.
"Y/N!"
Reo practically tackled you into a hug.
You stumbled backward.
"Personal space."
"You disappeared!"
"We literally got assigned different buildings."
"Still."
Nearby, Nagi finally approached.
Hands in pockets.
Looking as lazy as ever.
"Hey."
you smiled.
A genuine smile.
One nobody else had ever seen.
"Hey, Seishiro."
The entire hallway froze.
Bachira froze.
Isagi froze.
Everyone froze.
Because that smile was different.
Much different.
And suddenly—
The realization hit everyone.
You weren't the closest to Team Z.
You were closer to Nagi and Reo.
The trio reunited like no time had passed.
Laughing. Teasing. Arguing.
And for reasons nobody wanted to admit—
Several people felt very unhappy watching it.
Especially Isagi and Bachira.
And although he hadn't met you yet—
A certain blue-haired striker named Rin would soon feel the exact same way.
Because Blue Lock was about to get much bigger.
And your story was only beginning.
How did I get in this situation?
One minute I'm laying on my bed peacefully and then another minute passes by and I'm now trapped in the arms of my boyfriend.
"Sei-hm...please let me goo.."
"Mh, don't wanna, can we stay like this for a bit longer pleaseee"
The sound of a fan in the room whooshing in circles is the only thing that is heard from the room before you take a moment to decide on your fate.
1.Say no and push Nagi off you so you can get more breathing room which will ultimately make Nagi sad by one percent.
Or
2.Let him hold you in the hot room so Nagi can be happy.
You already knew what the choice was from the moment he asked.
"Mh, fine, but you gotta let me have more space later okay?"
"Hmm, okay."
But you knew Nagi wouldn't be able to keep his word.
♥︎
This is my first one shot so I hope you enjoy this!!
Olive Branch - Part 16
Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader
Featuring. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishirou, Isagi's parents, OCs & reader insert
Tags. fluff, crack, angst, unrequited love, pining, estranged friendship, burnt house, forced proximity & marriage
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Isagi was waiting in the car when you finally caught up with him.
His head was turned away, so you couldn't see his expression. Yet, your eyes lingered on him for a beat longer. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but hesitation made your throat constrict.
"Let's get breakfast." Isagi said quietly, still not looking you in the eye.
You glanced at the side of his face. "...okay."
The rest of the drive was filled with silence. Just the soft tunes of music playing in the background. The only thing keeping your warring thoughts company.
Why had Isagi stormed off like that?
Had it been something you'd said? Had it been the campaign? Did he want to blow it off?
Doubt gnawed at you. If Isagi wanted to call things off, it would be a little too late now. Considering you already had received confirmation of their collaboration.
And Isagi wasn't one to go back on his word.
So maybe it really had been something you'd let slip.
Maybe a careless comment? An unthoughtful reply? A sensitive topic--
Ah yes. That must've been it.
You had noticed Isagi clamming up beside you when the matter of your moving five years ago had been brought up.
But why had he reacted that way? You thought he'd been relieved you'd left, with all the things he'd said during that fight--
You tightly inhaled, the vivid memories of that fight unbiddingly brought back to the forefront of your mind.
You shuddered, clenching your teeth as a wave of contrition, sorrow and regret hit you full force. Your heart panged painfully, throat constricting in a way that made it hard to breath.
Blinking harshly, you tried to rid yourself from these invasive thoughts, thoughts that were so spiral provoking that you'd rather leave it alone altogether.
So you distracted yourself by looking out the window.
The lively colours of the city blended together into a colourful tapestry, every person and every building another thread in the background. People were walking all about, milling in front of tea shops, talking on terraces.
Your stomach rumbled at the sight of food. Having not eaten breakfast this morning, coupled with an energy slurping elevator pitch, was not doing favours to your energy supply at all.
Blinking slowly, you leaned back into the cushions. Drowsiness made your vision blurry, as if you were on the precipice of giving out.
You must've still retained some side-effects of the fever and the weeks of non-stop working.
But now, things were looking up. Stress wasn't a constant factor in your everyday life anymore. Sleep came easily now, and wasn't disrupted by creeping deadlines and unbidden loneliness.
Here, in Isagi's car, or maybe everywhere Isagi was, you felt safe, warm. Alive.
You tossed around in your seat so you were facing Isagi now.
Isagi was looking straight ahead, a slight tension in his jaw, a miniature stiffness in his shoulders.
You frowned, the urge to reach out a palpable one.
But you didn't. Couldn't.
So you could only look. Look at the boy who had helped you, time and time again. To the boy who stood by your side through weather and wind, through success and hardship.
Looked at his blue eyes as if it were the first colour you had been acquainted with.
And that's how you fell asleep, too, with blue seared in your retinas and a boy carved in your mind.
It wasn't the most terrible thing to doze off on.
Isagi's gaze was staunchly locked with the road. He didn't dare let his eyes stray towards you.
Even being near you was just enough for a surge of emotion to well up. Looking at you would make the dam flow all over.
Hurt, pain, guilt laid like heavy stones on his chest, making every breath he took excruciating and choked.
His mind inadvertently strayed back to the revealing moment after exiting the JFU building.
"So maybe... I came this far not just because of my fiancé's name."
You sounded shocked. Surprised. As if the thought of achieving so much on your own had been an unthinkable one.
You hadn't ever known how exceptional you were.
You had left Japan and entered a foreign land with the thought of being unworthy.
Every thought was a punch to the throat, a kick to the stomach.
Isagi flexed his fingers on the steering wheel. How could you ever think that?
How could you ever doubt yourself?
Maybe he should've spoken up more. Should've told you how special you were to him, rather than carving his feelings into the gifts he'd left behind.
His eyes inadvertently strayed to you. To the necklace still clinging to your skin.
Happiness is not momentarily with you.
Isagi knew the words by heart. They haunted and reassured him in early mornings and late nights spent in solitude.
He sighed, eyes flicking to your face.
You were asleep.
Head tilted backwards, arms lounging at your side. Hair swept up in your face.
A soft smile spilled onto Isagi's lips.
He stomped down the urge to reach out, letting his eyes wander over the ridges of your face instead.
And again on your neck, the necklace.
He'd never imagined that after all he'd done, all the wrongs and the irreversible sins, you'd still wear something of his, so close to the heart that Isagi hoped would beat just for him someday.
The necklace in his pocket felt like laden.
Isagi sighed, killing the engine.
You were there again, the quaint cafe that Isagi hadn't visited in years.
Isagi looked at you, askance. You were still sleeping.
His eyes silently surveyed you, his hand tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, quietly like a vow.
He lightly traced your cheek with his finger, his eyes holding a raw tenderness.
"I'm sorry for walking out like that."
Your eyes were still closed.
Isagi hung his head, his eyes remorsefully looking at your sleeping face. "I shouldn't have done that."
No answer.
He shakily inhaled, his right hand balling into a trembling fist. "I'm just... it hurts, you know?" A humourless chuckle tumbled from his lips. "That your love for him was big enough to leave me."
Isagi's eyes turned misty at the admission.
Another tight inhale. "It's selfish. I know. But sometimes... I just wish that you'd chosen me instead."
A teardrop splattered onto your skin.
Isagi froze. He hastily wiped it from your cheek.
You tossed in your sleep, arms winding around his right one. Isagi shakily inhaled, swallowing past the clog in his throat.
"Y/n?" He called out, soft, unsure. He lightly shook your shoulder.
You murmured, but your eyes were still shut.
"Y/n?" Isagi repeated, a little louder.
Your eyebrows scrunched together, right before your eyes fluttered open.
"Yoi?" You called out, dazed.
"I'm here." Isagi croaked, feeling on the verge of crying.
"Isagi." You said again, now a little clearer. Isagi felt the disappointment twinging at his stomach.
"Are we... are we there?"
"Mhm."
"Ah. That's good. Oh. Uh... I'm sorry for sleeping, I must not have been a very entertaining conversationalist."
But a beautiful sight to look at, is what Isagi didn't say. Instead: "It's fine. We're here anyway."
"Where?" You turned your head. Your eyes sparkled. "Oh, we're here!" Enthusiasm laced your voice, you tugged at his arm. "I love this place!"
A soft smile played on Isagi's lips. "Yeah. Let's go in."
Once inside, you ordered your favourite, while Isagi went for some waffles.
The quaint little cafe was still tranquil, not yet overrun by customers, like a hidden gem found by a few.
"So, how's training going?" You asked, breaking the silence.
"Good." Isagi answered. "I've got training today. Though I think Ego will have me run some extra laps for the previous one."
You tilted your head, curious. "How so?"
Isagi winced. "Ill performance. I hit the goal post a few times too many." Thought about you a few times too many.
A laugh. "I take it he's got something in store for that? Or is the teasing of the others punishment enough?"
Isagi groaned. "Don't remind me. They'll be telling that to my grandchildren."
A smile splayed onto your face. "Then you'll just have to get back at them during the World Cup."
"Yeah." Isagi agreed. "I want to be MVP."
A teasing edge to your smile. "The sky's the limit, right?"
Isagi laughed. "Pots, kettles?"
"Oh yeah?" You raised an eyebrow. "Please indulge me."
Isagi propped his head onto his hand, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "You always aim high, too, you know? During NEL, U-20's World Cup, and now, with the finale, too."
"Well..." You flushed. Well, you didn't actually have much to say to that. "I just want Japan to win."
"Oh?" The corners of Isagi's lips ticked upwards. "Are you rooting for me, too, then?"
"Will you be worth it, to root for?" You countered.
"....touché." Isagi grinned.
I'll be worthy for you to root for. No matter what it takes.
You returned his smile with a beam of your own.
The atmosphere was light, banter was easygoing and fun. You were glad that the gloomy air between you two had been lifted.
"Excuse me, I've got your food at the ready." A waiter interrupted, holding two steaming plates.
"Ah, yeah. Of course!" You tore your eyes from Isagi's, straightening your back.
As the waiter placed your plates down, you chanced a look at your phone.
Oh, a new notification.
You opened your messages, noting it was from Miyu.
Miyu
So how did it gooo?? Did you win their expensive hearts over yet???
Sent at 11:28 am
A chuckle left your mouth. You shot a quick "we're in!!" back, before returning your attention back to your plate.
"Mhm. Looks delicious." You commented.
Isagi hummed in confirmation.
After you said your itadakimasu, the two of you dug in, and soon, the only noises pervading the air where the clinking of your cutlery and the clanking of your teeth.
Your phone lit up with another message from Miyu. You frowned, straining your eyes to read it.
Miyu
Have you already asked Isagi bout the hotel?
Sent at 11:34 am
Your eyebrows creased together. Right. You had forgotten to ask in the frenzy that was today.
You eyed Isagi who was bringing a bite of waffle in his mouth, his cheeks bolling up as he chewed on the food.
He looked like a bunny. Cute.
Another ping.
Ah right. Back to the matter at hand.
You were curious why Isagi had kept that from you. Asking it wouldn't hurt, right?
Yet you felt reluctance creeping in as you chanced another look at Isagi.
He looked so peaceful, a certain boyish charm to him, even while he was doing something as mundane as eating.
But you had to know. Even if it had to be at the cost of peace.
So you pushed the tight knot in your chest away, directing your gaze onto the boy in front of you.
"Isagi... I spoke with Miyu, and, uh." You hesitated, but Isagi's quiet, patient glance made you breathe a little easier.
What were you scared of? This was Isagi. Isagi who laughed brightly like the sun, who had seen you at your worst and best, who wouldn't even dare hurt a fly (if it weren't on a football field, that is).
"She said she hadn't told you at which hotel I'd been staying, so... how did you know?"
You finally lifted your eyes from the table, fidgeting with your fingers.
Isagi swallowed the bite of waffle down, pursing his lips. He looked away, avoiding your eyes.
The silence stretched on.
You continued to wait, letting Isagi gather his thoughts.
Then, after a few beats spent in stifling silence, Isagi finally spoke up.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Isagi's voice was throaty and rough. You blinked. You hadn't expected an apology.
Isagi tilted his gaze to yours, remorse, guilt, swirled in his deep blue eyes, before he ducked his head again.
"I was worried." Isagi said to his plate. "I... I had seen how your... your apartment had burnt down, so I... pulled a favour."
You raised an eyebrowed, puzzled. "A favour? From whom? And how had you even known that it had been my apartment?"
Isagi shakily inhaled, looking very much like a kicked puppy. "I... I made Reo tell me."
There it was. The truth.
Yet it didn't manage to satisfy you, rather, it created more questions.
"How did Reo know though?" You frowned. "I've never told him."
A small smile flitted onto Isagi's lips. "It's Reo. He's got connections."
Well, guess that did explain it.
You heaved an exhale. "I must've checked in at one of Reo's hotel, then, or at the very least, bought something of Reo's brand."
"Yeah, must've been it." Isagi gave you a hesitant smile, looking like he'd want to sink through the floor.
You shared the sentiment, not wanting to have this conversation either, uncomfortable as it was, but there was just one question left unanswered.
"Why?"
Isagi's head tilted.
"Why did you want to know?" You clarified, almost regretting letting the question spill from your mouth. But for some reason, you just had to know.
You anticipated Isagi's response with bated breath, eyes taking note of every minuscule movement on Isagi's face that could portray his inner thoughts.
But Isagi proved to be as indecipherable as ever, his eyes stayed neutral, his lips smoothened out in a line.
But his next words were anything but without emotion.
"Because I care."
The admission was soft. Spoken with barely an audible decibel, yet, you caught it anyway.
Something tightened in your chest. Then unfurled, as if a noose had been loosened around your neck, a ticking time bomb diffused.
"You... you did? Even... even after... that?"
This was the first time you indirectly mentioned the fight to Isagi. Though even alluding to it made your breath hitch and your stomach plummet.
You waited for his answer, wondering if he would sweep it under the rug, or ignore it entirely.
Isagi did none of them.
"Of course I do." It was said simple. Soft, yet firm.
Your eyes were conflicted, flicking from left to right on your plate.
"Hey." A soft tap on your hand.
You looked up.
The air was punched out of your lungs.
Deep blue eyes speckled with hazel tones bore straight through yours, seeing, understanding. You felt naked under his gaze, as if a mere glance of Isagi could strip every carefully constructed wall away.
But for some inexplicable reason, you didn't mind. Not if it was Isagi.
"We've already established that, right?" Isagi gently reminded you, his hand softly taking yours, his thumb tracing a tiny circle on the skin of your inner wrist.
You nodded feebly. It had been yesterday anyway, in the parking lot when you'd confessed that.
But even if it had been months, years, maybe even decades, you don't think you would've forgotten that.
"I'll always care about you." Isagi continued. His thumb still tracing, your skin still feeling. "Then, now. Even if we're oceans apart."
Your bottom lip trembled, vision going hazy from the moist that gathered at the corners of your eyes.
These were just words. But the quiet determination, the silent vow, were loud even while they weren't visible.
"I..." You shakily took a breath. "I care about you, too. I would've done the same."
A tiny smile flitted onto Isagi's lips. "I know. You have. And," his other hand wiped underneath your eye, gathering a tear you hadn't noticed forming. "I'll always be with you, no matter what happens between us."
His other hand tapped lightly onto your necklace.
You frowned, confused, following his hand.
But you didn't get a chance to ask, as Isagi retreated his hand.
"I am sorry, though." Isagi spoke. "For violating your privacy. I should've asked. I won't do it again."
"It's fine." You answered, actually meaning it.
"You promise?" Isagi lifted your hand, his pinky finger intertwining with yours.
The childlike gesture extracted a laugh out of you.
"I promise." You tightened your pinky's hold.
"Pinky promise, then." Isagi smiled at you, before he dropped your hand.
Your hand also fell down to your side. Laid abandoned there, before your brain rebooted again and made it hold your fork.
"My waffle is delicious, you want to try it?" Isagi offered.
You smiled. It was almost scary how instant and sincere it felt on your face.
"Yeah, sure. You also want to try mine?"
"Well... if you don't mind..."
The rest of brunch was spent in idle chatter and light conversation.
But sitting there with Isagi, his bright smile, gentle eyes, you finally understood why people were immortalised into stone.
Because Isagi, with the two freckles underneath his right eye.
Because Isagi with the understanding thoughtfulness, the gentle reassurance.
Was an Isagi that you would've set into stone.
Driving to the training's centre afterwards was a quick affair.
Isagi fastened his bag around his back, telling you he should be done around five, but that he'll be back at half past five when he would take the bus.
You quickly proposed to pick him up, both out of curiosity and a magnetic pull in your chest that maybe was just your heart telling you to see him a little longer.
Isagi merely smiled, his eyes giving a light squeeze before he disappeared inside the building.
You watched him leave, a warmth in your chest.
You I asked him. Said Reo had done him a favour.
He was worried about me.
Sent at 12:32 am
You pocketed your phone after pressing send at Miyu's contact, and stepped into the car.
With Isagi gone, and your being on temporary leave from work, you didn't have much to do.
Well... aside from planning your marriage.
But the thought of holing yourself up in your room, squinting your eyes at a laptop for napkin colours, wasn't an appealing one.
So you drove to the mall, mentally hashing a grocery list together.
Maybe you should get some fruit? Was Isagi short on vegetables? Did he have anything planned for dinner yet?
Or maybe... you could surprise him. With something delicious, something he'd like.
You surveyed the aisles, eyes going along the racks. Then, a smile spread over your lips as you noticed the product you were searching for.
But before you could grab it, another hand shot out and took it before you could.
You lifted your head up.
Your jaw dropped.
"Oh dear! That has been a long while!"
"Y/n! Great to see you!"
In the flesh, Isagi Iyo and Isagi Issei.
Isagi's parents.
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ᝰ.ᐟ you’re gonna marry, kiss or kill me’ ~~
itoshi sae x reader
— “ un homme et une femme. ”
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dating the known prodigy itoshi sae was sometimes a surprise to you. it felt like you were from two worlds apart — you, a university student with a dream of opening your own flower shop one day; he, the ‘reviver’ of Japanese football. you always found that nickname silly, especially due to the fact that sae’s intentions weren’t even closely related to what people of thought of him at all. And often, thinking about the way you met it seems a lot like fate had it written in the stars for you to be together. Well if you ignore the fact that Oliver Aiku is the one that led to you meeting.
he had asked your friend on a date, typical of course. What he didn’t realise is that on the same day of their supposed date he had also told Sae that he’ll pay off one of his many favours with a meal. Similarly, your lovely friend and colleague who you have covered shift for two times in the past week also told you she’ll be taking you out to a ‘fancy and filling meal, all on her.’
so instead of cancelling the date as normal people would, and paying off their favours, they decide to bring you both along with them.
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Sae remembers the first time he saw you like it was yesterday. At first he had regretted agreeing to Oliver’s request. He couldn’t care less about getting anything in return, since as proved, even that brought more trouble than pleasure when involving yourself with the man. But who would’ve known it would turn out to be the most life changing day of his life.
Sae had scored many beautiful goals. Played for all the teams he wanted to. Became a worshipped player in Japan and surpassed even the most difficult challenges in Spain. Yet none of these things were as fulfilling as looking into your eyes for the first time. No kidding. They were like jewels, shining beautifully in the low lit room. Sae could’ve sworn that his heart stopped for a second. It must have. And you were the angel that brought him back to life. Because there was no other explanation to how refreshing and enchanting the ambience turned as soon as you entered the room.
You were just as nervous as he was. Having complained about your outfit while getting ready, on the way there and while you entered the truly fancy restaurant. You knew your life wasn’t exactly boring, but this was not your typical every-day situation. I mean on a random Wednesday afternoon ? Truly not. But free food definitely sounded rewarding after reminding yourself of the hellish week you had covering for your friend. Now, what you didn’t expect was seeing the familiar red-head next to the cute brunette who had asked your friend out.
Everyone knew Sae Itoshi. The reviver of Japanese football, a prodigy, a celebrity and supposedly the most unreachable man that was ever to exist with how packed his schedule was. So how the hell was Sae Itoshi in the same restaurant as you, at the same table on a random Wednesday afternoon. You had no idea and while you were freaking out about the whole situation, you weren’t going to show it. That was the plan. Right before you made the most intense eye contact known to man with no one other than Sae.
Okay, now you were freaking out. How were his eyes so green ? How could you even focus on that from such a distance ? Why was he looking so much ? Also why does he seem so shocked ? Why isn’t he looking away ? Why weren’t you looking away ? All you knew was that this must be the love at first sight they talk in about every rom-com you have ever watched.
Before you realise, you were already nearing the table, eyes moving towards the brunette who immediately got up a smile on his face as he hugged your friend.
“ hey there gorgeous, and __ if I remember right ? ” he adds with a bright tone as he puts his hand out for you to shake.
You smile back unconsciously. Immedtaiely understanding why your friend was so excited about meeting him. He definitely had his fair share of charisma, however he did seem like the player type.
“ it’s nice to meet you Aiku. ”
There is a little more small conversation before Oliver decides to introduce Sae. As if anyone needed to. You think to yourself as your gaze turns towards the red-head.
“ this is sae, my buddy. It’s funny how all of our calendars clashed right ? ” oliver says, putting his arm around sae as the red head eyes him with a look that just showed how done he was with the overly excited aiku.
“ it’s all your fault—” sae begins pulling away from him before aiku shuts him up again.
“ now, we should introduce ya’ guys right ? Sae this is __ , and __ this is Sae, he can be a little harsh but don’t let that get to you that’s just him. ”
Sae yet again gives the man a pointed look before nodding a hello to your friend and turning to you. And why is time seemingly stopping again ?
“ hey, it’s nice to meet you. ” he says in possibly the softest tone you’ve heard him speak tonight and was he turning red ?
“ hi, it’s.. nice to meet you too. ” you reply, matching the same tone and putting your hand out immediately regretting it after. God it’s gonna be so embarrassing he’s not gonna shake hands—
But your train of thoughts is interrupted when you feel a much warmer hand touching yours. And you couldn’t help your heart from doing flips at the small contact. His grip was firm and soft. Looks like those stupid magazines weren’t exaggerating about that.
On the other hand Sae felt as if he was going to jump out of his chair. Your hand was soft and a little cold, but most of all it felt so fitting in his own. He couldn’t help but get lost in the moment over the moon with the silly thought of making an excuse just to hold your hand longer.
Unbeknownst to you, this interaction was being eagerly watched by the two other people on the side of the table, who were giving each-other knowing smirks as if they knew this would happen at all.
“ lover, remember the first time we met ? ”
“ hm, of course I do. I still love that colour on you. ”
“ did you realise we were kind of matching ? I mean the colours we were wearing. ”
“ Yes I did. And I couldn’t be more glad of it that night. ”
“ it must have been fated for us to meet. ”
Sae smiles back faintly before you guys’ moment is stopped by a phone ringing. You’re both immediately out of it as Sae looks at the caller ID, pointing the phone in your direction as you both erupt in small laughter amongst yourself reading the screen.
Oliver.
Nagi Seishirou never imagined having a crush would be so enticing.
To be frank, he didn’t do crushes. It was too much effort, to like someone and then confess to them and be faced with the possibility of them not even liking you back.
So he refrained, he didn’t look at people, didn’t interact with anyone, didn’t put effort into anything, because he didn’t mind. It wouldn’t have made a difference if he did.
He liked to think that was a realistic point of view.
Which was well before he started liking you.
He knew you way before, you were sat next to each other in almost all of your classes, yet because you were just as unbothered as he was, it led to him never properly noticing you.
Until he did. And he couldn’t look away.
There was something about you talking to your friends while drinking that stupid strawberry milk; you looked so relaxed and happy to be in the presence of them and it made him wonder how it would be like if that was him you were speaking to instead.
Despite being uninterested in about everything, it didn’t make him any less aware of his charm.
Or so he thought.
“ are you okay ? ” he stared at you as he wiped his face with his hand, sweat glistening in the sun as you just both looked at each other.
fall for it, fall for it, fall for it.
But the male’s mantra is interrupted by the sweetest of sounds.
Your laugh.
You laugh so wholeheartedly as you look at him, holding your stomach and covering your mouth.
“ dude why are you making that face ? ” you try to say between your laughs.
And all he could do was stare at you in awe.
He didn’t care he was getting laughed at by you, he didn’t care he totally humiliated himself in front of you and his teammates or even the fact that he completely fumbled the chance to impress you.
All he knew was that if all it took for him to hear your voice was to do something ridiculous like this, he could do it for the rest of time without ever stopping.
Nagi had flipped, and he wasn’t as bothered as he thought he would be.
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Soft spot !
— you know I have a soft spot, for you.
⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ itoshi rin x reader
a/n : felt like this was cute, comments are appreciated ! Hope you all enjoy this and that the new year is treating you well ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ - nana.
— it would have been just another tiring Monday if you had not woken up with a very bad cold. Even so, you would have gone to school if it weren’t for your mother’s nagging that you need rest.
Today you had a very important english presentation that was going to decide whether you’d attend extra classes during the Spring break with none other than your best friend and classmate, Itoshi Rin.
And if there’s anything that Rin hated more than a bad grade it was tardiness. Let alone not going to school at all.
But by the time you were going to text him and let him know of your absence, you had long gone realised your phone was not charged and you were far too lethargic to move to the other side of the room and grab your charger.
So you accepted your fate and fell asleep before even realising.
As you finally wake up, a few hours having passed you immediately aim to get up, a fit of coughs taking over you as you grab a tissue.
Colds were so gross. You felt as if twenty cars ran you over and then left you stranded in the middle of the road for more cars to run you over again.
It was so miserable, and it didn’t help how your parents only came home very late in the evening.
Your mother had left you dinner and medicine in the morning already prepared, but you had no idea that by this time you could barely get out of bed.
You stand up, shakily, moving towards the charger, not forgetting your earlier goal.
Taking a few steps, very slowly, you realise the task wasn’t as easy as you supposed noting how you plopped down on the floor followed by a groan leaving your lips.
At least you fell on the carpet.
After a few more tries of getting up you realised it was hopeless with how sick you felt.
Great, now you were in between.
But your train of thoughts is interrupted by fast footsteps approaching your room.
Your brows crease as you try to think who could be in your house when both of your parents are working and your only sibling had moved out for college months prior.
A thief ?
How great. You can’t even pick yourself up, how were you meant to fight somebody and defend your home ?
Despite the plethora of questions in your head your worries are cut short as your door opens slowly, revealing the invader.
Itoshi Rin.
“ rin ? why’re you here ? ” you look up at the brunette in slight shock, not having expected him to come see you at all.
The male looks at you with what seems like pure concern as he approaches you.
“ why are you on the floor, idiot. ” he responds, ignoring your words as he picks you up, placing you back on to the bed.
“ I was trying to charge my phone, i’m sorry I missed out on—”
“ shut up. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick ? ”
“ my phone died. ” you reply, still keeping your eyes locked on his presence.
“ i’m sorry…” you mutter, noticing his lack of response.
The boy’s expression sours slightly as he kneels down next to your bed, putting a hand on your forehead.
“ your fever is still high. ” he responds quietly as he leaves your room.
You stand there, confused expression on your face as you slightly zone out, waiting for him.
After a few minutes the boy indeed came back.
Holding a bag full of all sorts of medicines and a steaming hot bowl with soup.
He places the items on your nightstand as he grabs your shoulders, shaking you very gently.
“ [name], can you sit properly ? ”
You open your eyes slowly as you look at him yet again.
“ why are you doing this ? ”
The boy says nothing, sitting you up straight, against your pillow as he sits down on the bed too. grabbing the bowl and spoon he had brought.
“ should I not be ? Open your mouth. ”
You don’t say anything as you let the boy feed you each spoonful of soup, enjoying the fact that you had a cold more than you should.
As you finish up, you momentarily look to the side at the medicine, right as Rin brings a napkin to your mouth, patting it gently against your lips.
Your gaze moves back to him, as he does.
Leading to you both locking eyes for a split second.
And you think that he has never looked at you in such a way before.
He clears his throat before speaking up.
“ I know you don’t like this specific medicine, but it’s the best for curing colds. My mom told me to bring it. ”
You nod despite the dreadful expression growing on your face thinking of the awful medicine.
“ tell mrs Itoshi that i’m very grateful. ” you mutter to him, in a way feeling embarrassed.
There’s a slight pause between you, as questions about how he actually came about to know of your cold fill your head.
But nonetheless you put them aside for now.
“ i’m also grateful for you rin—”
“ stop, don’t say anything right now. ”
You look up, seeing how the boy’s gaze is fixated on the nightstand, burning holes in the medicine with how harsh his glare was. Yet that didn’t stop you from noticing the flush coating his cheeks.
“ rin, are you catching a cold too ? ”
You ask him as you lean forward.
To which the boy instinctively pushes you back gently as he falls forward, arms against your bedside, as to not completely drop on you.
Your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, being too aware of the lack of space between you.
“ are you okay ? ”
Rin says nothing, as he stares at you in a conflicted manner.
“ you drive me crazy. ”
Before you register his words you’re silenced by the very unfamiliar warmth of Rin’s arms pulling you forward.
“ rin ? ” you mutter into his shoulder.
“ don’t say anything. Just stay like this for a bit. ”
your arms move around him slowly as you melt into the hug.
Safe to say no words were exchanged for the rest of the night. Also much safer to say that ‘ a bit’ turned into you dozing off, followed closely by the boy who couldn’t help but melt into your very presence.
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