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.
~ 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.
Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying a million $ for your Dress.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
when you catch them cuddling your shirt after an argument ♡
featuring ᥫ᭡ sae, rin, isagi
itoshi sae ᥫ᭡
sae's temper always seemed to worsen whenever he travelled.
he was in a sour mood after a series of bad games, delayed flights, and shitty airplane food, grumbling an angry, "stop fucking bothering me." when you asked him if he wanted to talk about it.
he didn't say much when you stormed off to sleep on the couch that night, only muttering a low, "whatever. goodnight." as he watched you grab a spare blanket from the closet.
the empty space beside him felt like it weighed tons even though nothing was there. why hadn't he gotten used to sleeping alone? that's how it had always been in spain, only this time, you were a mere room away.
it was past midnight now. with the little energy he had left, he forced himself off the bed in search for something to help him sleep. a red hard rock cafe sweater caught his eye. your red hard rock cafe sweater.
it sat on your desk neatly folded, unwashed and untouched. he crawled into bed with it, holding it close to his chest. he closed his eyes and let his imagination steer, pretending it was you instead of the bundle of fabric in his arms.
sae was so deep in thought that he hadn't even registered the sound of the door creaking. "have you seen my—oh.."
his eyelids flew open. "oh. hi.." this is so embarassing. he locked eyes with your puzzled gaze, holding up the sweater. "found it."
"sae.. do you want me to come back to bed?" you watched as he tucked himself into the sheets with his back facing you, grumbling a barely audible, "if you want."
the mattress dipped, and a moment later your arms wrapped around his chest. he turned toward you before engulfing you into a warm, trembling embrace.
"i'm sorry." he whispered, the words catching in his throat. "i made a mistake.. i was tired. frustrated. but that's no excuse."
his chin rested on your head as he took in a deep, shaky breath. "please don't pull away from me." sae's arms were locked around you so impossibly tight. he was afraid you'd slip out of his grasp if he didn't. "i won't, sae."
just like that, the fight you had earlier dissolved into nothing but quiet apologies, reassurance, and the warmth of holding each other again.
he buried his nose in your scalp, letting the all too familiar scent of your shampoo lull him to sleep. "i love you, amor."
itoshi rin ᥫ᭡
rin had lost count of how many sheep he'd counted. fuck them, and fuck him. it was all his fault that you left the house. he should have been more present.
the scene of you slamming the front door shut and yelling, "i hope you win tomorrow. since that's all you fuckin' care about." replayed in his mind over and over again like a mantra.
your hoodie proved to be the hero tonight. he had ransacked your entire wardrobe to retrieve it, but it didn't matter. you were already mad at him anyway.
rin's mind wandered to where you might've been. whether you were safe. whether you were still mad at him. "shit. she's still not answering." his thumb hovered over the call button, but there was no point. there were already eight missed calls.
he buried his face into the soft fabric, letting himself get high off your scent before drifting off to sleep to the thought of you. it felt like you were there with him. even if you weren't really there, this was good enough for now.
you walked back into your bedroom to find rin curled up in a fetal position. all the pillows and blankets had been discarded onto the floor, leaving only your hoodie and his sleeping figure on the mattress.
"rin. rinnie.. wake up, baby." you gently carressed his cheek, and to your surprise, it was damp to the touch. rin had been crying.
he stirred awake almost immediately, sitting up in bed to grab your hands as if they were the only thing anchoring him. "i-i'm sorry. i'm sorry.." he whispered, breath hot against your hands as his voice cracked.
rin was usually so composed, yet here you were seeing him unravel in front of you. completely vulnerable. nothing but raw emotion and guilt. "rinnie.."
you climbed into bed and scooped his limp figure into your arms. "i'm not going anywhere anymore." you murmured, gently raking your fingers through his hair. "i forgive you."
"i won't do it again. you're the most important thing in my life." he sniffled. the tremors in his muscles eased with each breath he took, and for the first time that night, he could breathe again. "i can't lose you."
isagi yoichi ᥫ᭡
isagi's only flaw was his ill temper. that, and his bad habit of taking it out on the people he loved most. this afternoon was no exception.
"just shut the fuck up, you're not helping!" the words rang sharp in the air. he didn't even realise what he said until you stepped away from him, tears running down your face as you pointed toward the bedroom door. "get out."
and so he did. the couch wasn't the most comfortable place on earth, but he had bigger fish to fry. he was grumpy all evening as he processed his thoughts and worked on compartmentalising his feelings.
meanwhile, you were only leaving the room in desperate situations. to take a piss. get a snack. water to survive. the whole nine yards.
isagi knew you'd be okay again, but god, were the hours apart from you driving him to the brink of insanity. the clock struck midnight and you showed no signs of wanting to talk it out yet.
he settled with a hello-kitty shirt of yours that he'd dug up from the dirty pile of laundry. disgusting, i know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
he pulled it close, letting your familiar scent ground him as he curled up into a ball and buried himself into the cushions. his shoulders shook, breath hitching as quiet sobs filled the awfully silent atmosphere.
when you padded into the living room for a glass of water, you nearly gasped. there he was—curled up on the couch with your shirt clutched tight to his chest.
"yoichi.. are you.." your voice cut through the air like a blade. his head snapped up, eyes red with a mixture of sorrow and embarrassment. "i-i'm.. i'm sorry."
"i just.. get so mad at myself—and.. at other things.." you slipped beside him, prying the wrinkled shirt from his hands before replacing it with yourself. "i took it out on you, and that's the one thing i swore i'd never do."
"y'so stupid, 'ichi." you muttered, making him melt from the nickname alone. you ruffled his already messy hair as he choked out a broken laugh. "i love you. i love you so much and i miss you."
you let him cry on your shoulder, listening to him mumble raspy, i'm sorry's and i love you's as his arms wrapped around you like a blanket. it felt wrong to think about at the time, but sad yoichi was undeniably adorable.
a/n ooh she's raspy angsty todayyy (plz someone get the reference)
the only ball that matters ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・sfw but a lil suggestive ;) no average person could win a 1v1 vs these football stars... luckily you're not average and got a few tricks up your sleeve
ft. sae, kaiser, bunny, shidou
sae itoshi
the first thing he does when you suggest a 1v1 is look at you like you've said something mildly offensive.
not mean. just. that specific sae look, the one where his teal eyes go flat and his mouth does almost nothing and somehow the combination communicates you can't be serious more efficiently than words ever could.
"you'll lose in thirty seconds," he says.
"so what," you say back. "i want to try."
he considers this. then he places the ball on the grass between you and takes two steps back and that's that, apparently. no warm-up. no instruction. just sae, looking bored, waiting.
you last longer than thirty seconds. you last maybe forty-five, which feels like an achievement until you realise he was genuinely going slow. the way he moves is so controlled, no wasted motion, the ball always exactly where he intends it. you lunge for it twice and he sidesteps both times with this infuriating economy of movement. not even looking at your feet, just looking at your eyes, reading you before you know you've decided anything.
you're starting to sweat. he's not.
and that's when you get the idea.
it's a terrible idea. you know it's a terrible idea. but he's standing close now, having let you herd him slightly toward the edge of the makeshift boundary, you're breathing hard and he's waiting for your next move with that same flat patience and something in you decides that if you can't beat him with your feet you'll try something else entirely.
you close the distance between you in one step.
he doesn't move back. sae would never back down (from you at least), he doesn't flinch, just watches you come with those calm calculating eyes. and you go up on your toes and kiss him. quick. one second, maybe less. just enough to be real.
his breath stills.
you break away, spin, and kick the ball.
it rolls about three metres before sae's foot stops it from behind without him even seeming to move properly. and when you turn around he's standing there with the ball under his boot and his expression has shifted into something you cannot read, something between annoyed and not-annoyed, and there's a faint colour at the top of his cheekbones that has absolutely nothing to do with exertion.
"that's a foul," he says.
"there's no referee."
silence. he looks at you. really looks, the kind of look that doesn't miss anything.
"again," he says quietly. and it is absolutely not clear whether he means the 1v1 or the kiss.
probably both.
michael kaiser
kaiser makes everything into a performance. even this.
he'd agreed to practice with you because you'd asked and because somewhere underneath all the theatre of him he's secretly twiling his little rat tail, he likes being the one someone turns to when they're trying to get better. he'd never say that. but he'd said yes, hadn't he.
he's been talking the entire time. not rudely, actually. he's surprisingly good at explaining things when he wants to be, precise in the way that people who've thought deeply about their craft can be and you've learned more in the last twenty minutes than in any amount of watching from the sidelines.
the problem is he's also been absolutely insufferable about how easily he takes the ball from you.
"see, that's the error," he says, for the fourth time, having just dispossessed you so smoothly it felt choreographed. "you commit before you're certain. i can read you before you move. you telegraph everything."
"right," you say, pushing your hair back. "yes. very helpful."
he grins. it's the kind of grin that knows it's beautiful and has long since stopped pretending otherwise. his light blue eyes catch the afternoon light and his blond hair with its blue-streaked ends shifts in the breeze and god, he is genuinely annoying.
"want to go again?" he asks. sweetly. infuriatingly.
"i want to win at least once before i die," you say, "and i'm starting to feel creative about my methods."
that gets an eyebrow raise. "oh?"
you reset. the ball between you. and this time when you move toward it you don't look at your feet or his feet or the ball. you look at him. his eyes. and you step in close, faster than he expects, and you press your mouth against his.
it's the slightest thing. barely a breath of contact.
but kaiser. kaiser makes a sound. low and startled and immediately suppressed. and in that half-second of him being genuinely, actually caught off-guard you duck sideways and get your foot to the ball and push it forward.
you make it four steps.
then his arm hooks around your waist from behind and he pulls you back against him and you feel him laughing, actually laughing, his chest moving against your back, his chin near your temple.
"you," he says, voice warm and amused and something else underneath, "are cheating."
"i learned from watching you," you tell him.
his arm doesn't move. the ball sits four steps away, unclaimed by either of you.
"clever," he murmurs, still close and the word has nothing to do with football anymore.
bunny iglesias
bunny doesn't take football seriously enough to make you feel bad about losing. that is, strangely, the most disarming thing about him.
he'd found a patch of grass near the hotel, nowhere special and he'd just started doing things with the ball and then looked at you with those big red eyes and tilted his head slightly as if to say well? and somehow you were just. playing. no formal start. no scorekeeping.
he moves like water, which sounds like a cliché but watching him you can't think of anything else, it's the only honest description. no angles, no hard stops. just continuous motion, the ball following him like it's attached by invisible string. when he jumps, even casually, even just stepping over the ball as it rolls, there's a half-second where gravity seems to forget about him.
you've been chasing that ball for twenty minutes.
"you're fast," he offers, conversationally. he's not being patronising. it sounds like he means it, which is somehow worse.
"you're faster," you pant.
he hums. glances at you with that soft, slightly elsewhere expression he always has. "you're trying to think your way through it," he says. "football isn't really a thinking sport. it's a feeling sport."
"is there a difference?"
"yes," he says simply.
and then he passes you the ball. gently. you stop it, look up at him. he's just standing there in the afternoon light with his lavender hair and his scarred face and that gentle perpetual half-smile, hands in his pockets, not in a defensive stance at all.
"go on," he says.
you approach. careful. he watches with those red eyes, not moving, and something about being watched that calmly makes you nervous in a way that fast opponents don't. you fake left. he doesn't bite. you step over the ball, try to cut inside. he shifts one foot, just one, positioning himself without urgency.
and then you stop. and you lean in. and you press a soft, quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.
he goes very still.
you move for the ball.
and he lets you have it. just. lets you take it and run, and you make it all the way to the makeshift goal before you look back and he's still standing where you left him, not turned around, touching the corner of his mouth with two fingers. when he does look up his expression is complicated in a way that you can't name. something between surprised and something older and quieter.
"that was kind," he says finally. like kind is a word he doesn't encounter very often and isn't entirely sure what to do with.
"did it work?" you ask.
"…yes," he admits. and he looks at you for a moment longer, and something about the quality of his attention has shifted, like he's seeing you properly now, which maybe he wasn't before. "it worked."
ryusei shidou
the thing about shidou is that he is already a problem before you even touch the ball.
he hadn't so much agreed to a 1v1 as simply started one, appearing beside you on the pitch and flicking the ball from your feet before you'd finished the sentence, already grinning that sharp-toothed grin of his, those cat-slit pink eyes bright with amusement.
"try and take it back," he says.
"that's not how you ask someone to practice," you tell him.
"don't care," he says cheerfully.
and that's shidou for you. entirely self-contained. no preamble. no rules. he moves with this aggressive erratic energy that's somehow also efficient, his body occupying space in ways that shouldn't work, dribbling sideways and backward and diagonal. you lunge for the ball twice and his hip checks you aside both times without him even looking at you, like you're furniture he's navigating around.
"you're not even trying," he says. not unkindly. just factually, a bit bored, which is somehow the worse insult.
"i'm absolutely trying," you say.
"try harder then." he juggles the ball once, catches it on his knee, grins at you. "i'll even let you get close."
let you. you want to kick him.
and then a genuis idea strikes.
you approach again. he bounces slightly on his heels, ball at his feet, watching you with those luminous pink eyes all lit up and ready. you get close. properly close. close enough that he tilts his head slightly, reading you, something flickering in his expression that might be interest.
and you take his face in your hands and you kiss him. not quick and tactical. actually kiss him. one full, deliberate second of mouth-to-mouth contact.
he makes an absolutely unhinged noise.
it's not a bad noise. it's the noise of someone who has been genuinely, comprehensively short-circuited. you feel his hands come up automatically, grip your arms, not pushing you away, just. gripping. and you spin out of it, break contact and kick the ball as hard as you can toward the opposite end.
when you turn back he's standing there and his face is. not composed. his chest is rising a bit faster and his cat eyes are dark and his grin has gone sideways into something less playful and more focused, like a switch has been thrown somewhere.
"that was dirty," he says. and his voice has dropped a register.
"you told me to try harder."
his tongue touches his lower lip. briefly. "do it again and i'm not letting you take the ball."
a beat. he tilts his head.
"i'm not letting you take the ball anyway," he adds. "but there are other things i'd let you take."
and you point at him and say "football," very firmly, because you know exactly where this is going and he laughs, loudly, and the ball sits forgotten between you and neither of you go for it immediately, and his eyes on you are still that switched-on shade of too-bright and too-warm.
he'll let the game go, just for a moment.
just for this.
an: not even gonna lie fluff is really fun to write i might be cooked. anyways thank for the req <3
♯ ⋮ 𝄞 you're clingy with them ! ༉ new gen 11 x clingy! gf reader
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ vivian hugo
ever since you and hugo started dating, everyone around him slowly realized something that was very different about him, and it wasn't even because of him.
it was because of you.
you were naturally clingy, always wanting to be somewhere close to him no matter what you were doing. if he was sitting down, you somehow ended up leaning against his shoulder without even thinking about it.
if he was standing, your fingers would quietly find the sleeve of his jacket or the back of his shirt, gently holding onto the fabric while you talked to someone else.
if he walked away for even a few seconds, you'd unconsciously follow after him like it was the most normal thing in the world. it wasn't something you forced yourself to do, and it wasn't because you couldn't be alone.
being around hugo simply made you feel calm, so your body naturally drifted toward him without you even noticing.
at first, hugo didn't really understand it. he would glance down whenever he felt the familiar little tug on his sleeve, only to find you absentmindedly standing beside him with your attention completely somewhere else.
you weren't asking him for anything. you weren't trying to interrupt him. you just liked being there.
after a while, he stopped questioning it entirely. whenever he noticed you quietly reaching for him, he'd lift his arm just enough for you to comfortably wrap yourself around it before continuing whatever conversation he had been having.
if the team was waiting between training sessions, he'd automatically leave the empty spot beside him open because he already knew where you'd end up sitting. he never teased you for it or called you needy. to him, it was simply another part of you, just like the way you smiled or laughed.
the others, however, found it impossible not to notice.
"is that…normal?" one of them quietly asked after watching you spend nearly ten minutes standing beside hugo with your hand loosely hooked around his wrist while scrolling through your phone.
"they've literally been like that all day," another answered.
"i don't even think she realizes she's doing it."
"hugo doesn't either."
except he absolutely did.
he noticed every tiny habit you had, even if he never pointed them out. he noticed how you'd sleepily reach for his hand whenever you got tired.
how you'd gently bump your shoulder against his whenever you wanted attention but were too shy to ask for it. how you'd instinctively search for him in crowded rooms before relaxing the second your eyes landed on him. they were tiny things that everyone else overlooked, but hugo remembered every single one.
after practice one evening, everyone was exhausted from training, slowly packing up their things before heading back.
hugo was sitting on one of the benches, quietly drying his hair with a towel when you wandered over without saying a word. still sleepy from waiting through the last part of practice, you simply stood between his knees before resting your forehead against the top of his head with a quiet sigh.
"…tired?" he asked.
you only hummed.
he gave a small nod like that answered everything.
without another word, he wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you steady while finishing drying his hair with the other hand. it looked so natural that nobody would've guessed he had only started doing things like this because of you.
when he finally stood up, you instinctively reached for the back of his shirt again.
he looked over his shoulder.
"…ready?"
another tiny nod.
he waited until you had a better grip before starting to walk.
the hallway was busy with players passing by, but hugo never once tried to shake your hand off his shirt or tell you to let go. instead, he slowed his pace just enough so you wouldn't have to rush after him.
"you know," one of the players muttered as they walked past, "she follows you everywhere."
hugo looked down at your fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt before looking back up with the same calm expression he always wore.
"…i know."
"…doesn't it bother you?"
he was quiet for a second.
"…if she stopped."
his answer surprised even himself.
because somewhere along the way, the tiny weight on his sleeve, the quiet hand finding his, and the soft warmth constantly beside him had become something he looked for without realizing it.
later that night, while the two of you sat together watching a movie, you had somehow managed to end up almost completely leaning against him, one arm lazily wrapped around his while your head rested against his shoulder.
you were half asleep, barely paying attention anymore, mumbling little comments every now and then before your words slowly became quieter.
hugo looked down. "…comfortable?"
your eyes stayed closed as you smiled. "mhm…"
"…good."
he adjusted himself just enough so your neck wouldn't hurt, gently pulling a blanket over both of you without waking you. after that, he simply stayed still, even when his arm slowly started falling asleep underneath your weight. he could've moved. he probably should've.
instead, he glanced at your peaceful face resting against him and decided the numb arm was worth it.
"…sleep well," he quietly murmured, almost too soft to hear.
and although he'd never admit it out loud, the apartment always felt a little emptier whenever you weren't absentmindedly reaching for him anymore. after all, somewhere between all those little habits of yours, hugo had unknowingly grown just as attached to your quiet clinginess as you were to him.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ michael kaiser
michael kaiser absolutely loved the fact that you were clingy, though he'd never admit just how much it fed his ego. in his mind, it simply proved what he already believed—you liked him the most, you wanted to be around him the most, and out of everyone in the room, you always found your way back to him.
no matter how many people were talking to you, how busy either of you were, or where the two of you happened to be, your body seemed to naturally gravitate toward his. if he was lounging across the couch, you'd end up curled against his side without even thinking about it.
if he leaned against a wall while waiting for something, within minutes you'd be standing beside him, your shoulder pressed against his arm or your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his shirt.
you never seemed to realize you were doing it, but michael noticed every single time, and secretly, he looked forward to it.
unlike most people, he never found your clinginess distracting. if anything, it became something he expected. there were moments where he'd be scrolling through his phone or watching old match footage, only to feel your weight gently lean against him a few moments later.
instead of reacting, he'd instinctively shift just enough to give you more room, allowing you to settle comfortably against his chest or shoulder while continuing whatever he had been doing.
it became second nature. he no longer questioned why you always reached for him first because, somewhere along the way, he had grown used to your constant need for closeness.
whenever you weren't nearby, he'd catch himself glancing around the room before realizing you were somewhere else, and while he'd never openly admit it, the absence of your familiar warmth always made the space around him feel strangely empty.
there were times when your clinginess became almost impossible to ignore. if the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow manage to steal nearly all of his personal space without realizing it.
your legs would end up resting across his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, or your arms loosely wrapped around one of his while you quietly occupied yourself with something else.
michael always acted like you were inconveniencing him, letting out dramatic sighs or rolling his eyes as though your affection was the biggest burden imaginable, yet he never once made any effort to move away.
in fact, if you shifted even slightly as if you were about to get up, he'd unconsciously adjust his position to keep you close before he even realized what he was doing.
by the time he noticed, it was already too late, leaving him to pretend it had been completely intentional all along.
he especially enjoyed how naturally you sought him out after a long day. the moment you saw him, your shoulders seemed to relax without you even noticing, and before long, you'd quietly settle beside him, leaning your weight against him as though all the exhaustion you'd been carrying could disappear simply by being close.
michael liked to tease you for it, often calling you attached or claiming you couldn't survive more than a few minutes without him, but beneath every smug remark was a quiet satisfaction he couldn't hide.
knowing that your first instinct was always to look for him, to stand beside him, or to rest against him filled him with a sense of pride that only inflated his already enormous ego.
to everyone else, it looked like harmless teasing.
only michael knew how much he genuinely enjoyed being the person you searched for without even thinking.
the people around you noticed it almost immediately. they found it amusing how someone as prideful and self-centered as michael somehow became incredibly patient whenever it involved you.
the same man who complained about people invading his personal space somehow never minded when you leaned against him for hours or absentmindedly held onto his arm while the two of you sat together. if anyone else tried that, they'd receive an irritated glare within seconds. you, however, were different.
michael rarely acknowledged it aloud, but he unconsciously adjusted everything around your habits. he'd sit in ways that gave you more room to lean against him, slow his pace whenever you naturally reached for his hand, and remain still whenever you looked comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him.
he never thought twice about making those adjustments anymore because somewhere along the line, your quiet affection had become part of his daily routine.
despite all of his confidence and endless teasing, there were moments where michael revealed just how attached he'd become in return. on the rare days when you were busy or simply spent more time with someone else, he'd notice almost immediately.
he'd tell himself it didn't matter, insisting that you were free to do whatever you wanted, yet somehow he'd always find an excuse to wander into the same room as you or insert himself into whatever you happened to be doing.
he'd never admit that he missed the familiar feeling of you leaning against his shoulder or reaching for his hand without thinking, but the second you naturally drifted back to his side again, the faint smirk that settled across his face said everything he refused to.
in the end, everyone assumed you were the clingy one in the relationship, but if anyone paid close enough attention, they'd realize michael had quietly grown just as dependent on your presence as you were on his—he was simply far too prideful to ever admit it first.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ sae itoshi
ever since the two of you started dating, sae quickly realized that you were the kind of person who loved showing your affection through quiet closeness rather than words.
you never demanded attention or interrupted whatever he was doing, but your body always seemed to drift toward him without you even noticing. if he was sitting down watching game footage, you'd eventually wander into the room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before quietly settling beside him, leaning your head against his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
if he stood in the kitchen making himself something to eat, you'd appear only moments later, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and simply standing there without saying a single thing.
there were days where neither of you exchanged more than a few words for hours, yet somehow you were always touching him in some small way, whether it was your fingers hooked around the sleeve of his shirt, your shoulder pressed against his, or your legs resting over his whenever the two of you relaxed together.
being close to him made you feel safe, and after a while, sae became so used to your quiet attachment that your absence felt stranger than your clinginess ever did.
sae himself wasn't naturally affectionate, nor was he someone who constantly sought physical contact, but he learned your habits faster than he expected. at first, he'd glance down whenever he suddenly felt your hand slip into his or your forehead rest against his shoulder, wondering if there was a reason behind it.
eventually, he realized there wasn't one. you simply liked being near him. that realization made him stop questioning it altogether. whenever you absentmindedly reached for him, his hand would already be waiting before yours could fully find it.
if you leaned against him while he was reading or watching something, he'd shift just enough to make sure you were comfortable without ever looking away from what he was doing.
even when he was focused on something important, he'd subconsciously adjust his posture so you had somewhere to rest, almost as if his body had memorized yours before his mind even registered your presence.
your clinginess also showed itself in the smallest moments throughout the day. whenever sae came home after training or traveling, you were always the first thing waiting for him.
you'd quietly make your way over the second you heard the door open, wrapping yourself around him with sleepy eyes before he even had the chance to take his shoes off. you never cared if he was tired or sweaty from practice; all you wanted was those few minutes where you could reassure yourself that he was finally home.
sae never returned your hugs with the same enthusiasm, but he also never pushed you away. instead, one hand would naturally come to rest on your back while the other gently stroked your hair a few times before he continued walking, practically carrying you through the apartment because you refused to let go.
after enough time together, he accepted that this was simply how you greeted him, and if one day you didn't come over to cling to him, he'd quietly find himself looking around the apartment, wondering where you were.
the people around sae noticed it long before either of you did.
they often found it amusing how someone so emotionally reserved ended up dating someone who practically treated him like a personal pillow.
during gatherings or visits, you'd always end up tucked against his side without thinking, your head resting on his shoulder while conversations happened around you. sometimes you'd doze off against him entirely, completely trusting that he wouldn't move until you woke up.
everyone expected sae to complain or gently move you away, but he never did.
he'd simply continue whatever he was doing with one hand resting absentmindedly on your arm, making sure you wouldn't slip off or wake yourself. the sight was so unlike the cold, distant image people had of him that it caught everyone off guard.
sae never acknowledged the stares or comments because, to him, this had quietly become normal. your constant need to be close wasn't something he tolerated anymore—it was something he unconsciously made room for, adjusting his own habits around yours until your presence became woven into every quiet part of his daily life.
there were even moments when you apologized, worried that you might be bothering him because of how often you found yourself reaching for him without thinking.
sae never understood why you worried so much. if your hand searched for his while the two of you walked together, he'd simply lace his fingers through yours. if you rested your head on him after a long day, he'd continue sitting there as though nothing had changed.
if you fell asleep leaning against his shoulder, he'd stay exactly where he was until you naturally woke up, even if his arm had gone numb long ago. he wasn't the type to shower someone with affectionate words or dramatic gestures, but his patience spoke louder than anything he could have said.
he accepted every quiet habit you had without making you feel embarrassed for them, and over time, you realized something that made your heart ache in the sweetest way possible.
you had become sae's routine just as much as he had become yours.
he would probably never admit it out loud, but on the rare occasions when you weren't there to absentmindedly cling to him, the silence around him felt just a little emptier than it used to.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ bunny iglesias
bunny never had a problem with how clingy you were.
if anything, he found it strangely comforting. there was something about the way you always ended up beside him that made even the busiest days feel quieter.
you never asked for much—you simply liked being close. whether you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while doing your own things, lightly holding onto the sleeve of his jacket whenever the two of you walked together, or absentmindedly resting your head against him whenever there was a moment to slow down, your affection always came so naturally that it never felt forced.
it was simply how you loved him, and before long, it became something he couldn't imagine going without.
at first, bunny didn't really understand just how often you searched for him. he'd look up from whatever he was doing only to find you already standing nearby, quietly existing in his space without expecting a conversation.
there were moments where neither of you spoke for several minutes, yet you'd still be leaning against his shoulder or sitting close enough that your knees brushed together. eventually, he realized you weren't looking for constant attention—you were looking for comfort. being near him settled your mind, and once he understood that, he stopped questioning your little habits altogether.
instead, he'd naturally make room for you before you even asked, shifting over on the couch, slowing his pace, or leaving one side of him open because he already knew you'd end up there.
your clinginess showed itself in countless little ways throughout the day.
if bunny stood still for more than a few moments, you'd wander over almost without thinking, gently looping your arm through his or leaning against his side while your mind drifted elsewhere. whenever the two of you were relaxing together, you'd somehow find yourself pressed against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder while you read, watched something, or simply enjoyed the peaceful silence between you.
you weren't trying to demand his attention; your body had simply grown so used to seeking him out that it happened without thought. after enough time together, bunny stopped noticing when you leaned on him because it had become such a normal part of his everyday life.
the people around you found the relationship amusing because they quickly realized how differently bunny treated you compared to everyone else.
he valued his personal space with most people, yet somehow you were the one exception. no matter how often you leaned against him or quietly followed him from room to room, he never looked bothered. instead, he unconsciously adjusted around you, making sure you were comfortable before thinking about himself. if you looked tired, he'd stay where he was a little longer so you wouldn't have to move.
if you accidentally fell asleep against him, he wouldn't dare disturb you, even if it meant sitting in the same position until his shoulders became stiff. to everyone else, those gestures were small, but to you, they meant everything because bunny wasn't someone who expressed his feelings with dramatic words. he showed them through patience.
there were even times when you worried you might be too much. you noticed how often you reached for him without thinking and wondered if it ever became overwhelming. every now and then, you'd hesitate before leaning against him, trying to give him more space than usual, only for bunny to notice almost immediately.
he had grown so accustomed to your familiar warmth that the sudden distance felt wrong. without saying much, he'd naturally close the space between you himself, settling beside you until your shoulders touched again or quietly resting an arm around you as if reminding you that you never had to second-guess yourself.
he never made a big speech about it because that simply wasn't who he was, but his actions always answered your worries before you could voice them.
over time, your clinginess stopped being something either of you thought about. it became part of the rhythm of your relationship, woven into every ordinary moment the two of you shared.
bunny grew used to feeling your hand find his without warning, to your head resting against him after a long day, and to your quiet habit of searching for him whenever you entered a room. it wasn't something he merely tolerated—it became something he looked for without realizing it.
on the rare days when you were too busy or simply forgot to drift toward him, he'd notice the empty space almost immediately. he'd never admit that he missed your constant closeness, but the way his eyes instinctively searched for you, and the quiet ease that returned the moment you settled beside him again, made it obvious enough.
to everyone else, you were the clingy one, but the truth was that bunny had slowly grown just as attached to your presence as you were to his.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ julian loki
loki was not someone people expected to be the type to indulge someone’s clinginess. with his calm personality, his focus on football, and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, most people assumed he would prefer having his own space. but when it came to you, things were different.
your affection never felt like a distraction to him. if anything, it became one of the few things that allowed him to relax completely after spending so much time pushing himself. you had a way of making the world around him feel slower, and your constant need to be close became something he quietly appreciated more than he would ever openly admit.
you were naturally affectionate, the kind of person who always found small ways to stay connected to him.
you weren't always talking or asking for attention, but you were almost always near him. whether it was sitting beside him while he reviewed something, resting your head against his shoulder when the two of you had a quiet moment, or simply reaching for his hand while walking together, your presence always seemed to find its way into his routine. sometimes you didn't even realize you were doing it.
it was almost instinctive, like your body already knew where it wanted to be. beside him, close enough to feel comfortable, but never enough to interrupt his own space.
loki noticed those little habits almost immediately.
he was observant by nature, so he picked up on every small thing you did. he noticed how your mood changed when you were able to spend time with him, how you naturally relaxed whenever you were close, and how you always seemed to search for him first whenever you entered a room. instead of finding it overwhelming, he found it endearing.
there was something incredibly genuine about the way you loved him. you weren't attached because you wanted something from him—you simply enjoyed being around him. and for someone who spent so much of his life surrounded by expectations and pressure, having someone who just wanted his company meant more than he could explain.
because loki was so patient, he never made your clinginess feel like a problem. he never pushed you away or made you feel like you were taking up too much space. if you leaned against him while he was relaxing, he'd simply let you stay there.
if you held onto his arm while the two of you walked somewhere, he'd adjust his pace so you could stay comfortable. if you quietly followed him around during his free time because you wanted to spend more time together, he would just accept it as another normal part of his day.
he didn't need constant affection himself, but he understood that it was important to you, and that alone was enough reason for him to give it back.
the funniest part was that loki slowly became just as used to your closeness as you were.
your presence became something familiar, something he subconsciously expected. after a long day of training, he found himself looking forward to the peaceful moments where he could simply sit with you and forget about everything else. you were one of the few people who didn't see him as just a talented player or someone who always had to be perfect.
with you, he could just exist without having to prove anything, and your clinginess reminded him that he was loved outside of football.
others around him noticed the difference too. they were used to seeing loki composed and collected, always focused and professional, so seeing him quietly allow you to cling to him was something they found surprising. he would be in the middle of something important, yet the moment you came over and rested against him, his attention would soften.
he wouldn't stop what he was doing completely, but he would make room for you without hesitation. it was subtle, but anyone who knew him well could tell that you were an exception to the usual distance he kept with people.
there were even times where you worried you were becoming too attached. you wondered if you were bothering him or if he wanted more space, especially because loki wasn't someone who always expressed his feelings through obvious reactions.
but he always made sure you knew you were welcome. he wasn't the type to shower you with dramatic affection or constantly reassure you with words, but his actions always gave you the answer. the way he stayed close, the way he remembered your little habits, and the way he never once made you feel like your love was too much spoke louder than anything else.
eventually, your clinginess became something that belonged to both of you. it wasn't just a habit you had—it was a quiet part of your relationship that loki had grown attached to as well.
he became used to your hand finding his, your warmth beside him, and the comfortable silence that came from simply being together. and although he would probably never make a big confession about it, the truth was that your affection became one of the few things he never wanted to lose.
because even someone as disciplined and focused as julian loki needed a place where he could stop being a player and just be himself, and somehow, that place had always been right beside you.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ don lorenzo
lorenzo was probably one of the last people anyone expected to be comfortable with someone being clingy toward him.
with his strange personality, playful attitude, and the way he always seemed to keep people guessing, most people assumed he wouldn't care much about someone constantly wanting to be around him. but when it came to you, it was different. your clinginess wasn't something he saw as annoying or overwhelming.
instead, he found it oddly reassuring. after spending so much of his life feeling like he had to rely on himself, having someone who naturally reached for him, chose him, and wanted to stay by his side was something he never truly got tired of.
you weren't clingy in a way that took away his freedom. you simply loved being close to him.
it showed in the small things you did without even realizing it. whenever the two of you were together, you always found some way to stay connected, whether it was sitting close beside him, leaning against him during quiet moments, or reaching for him whenever you walked together. sometimes you didn't even need to talk.
you were perfectly content just being near him, existing in the same space while doing your own things. for you, his presence alone was comforting, and over time, don lorenzo became used to the way you always seemed to find your way back to him.
at first, he found it amusing.
he was used to people reacting to him because of his reputation, his personality, or the strange way he carried himself, but you were different. you didn't treat him like someone intimidating or impossible to understand.
you simply treated him like someone you cared about. your affection was natural and honest, and that was something that caught his attention more than anything else. you weren't trying to change him or expect him to act differently. you just accepted him exactly as he was, and for someone who had grown up without always receiving that kind of care, it meant more than he would ever openly say.
lorenzo slowly became accustomed to your habits.
he learned that when you were tired, you would naturally move closer to him without thinking. he learned that when something bothered you, you found comfort in staying near him rather than being alone. he learned that your way of showing love was through small touches and quiet moments together.
instead of moving away or teasing you too much, he simply allowed it. sometimes he'd act like he was bothered just to get a reaction out of you, but the truth was that he never actually wanted you to stop.
because beneath all of his strange jokes and unpredictable behavior, lorenzo was someone who valued loyalty deeply. your clinginess reminded him that someone genuinely wanted to stay. you weren't around because of his talent, his status, or what he could offer—you were there because you cared about him.
and that kind of affection was something he didn't take lightly. even if he didn't always know how to respond in the most normal way, he understood the importance of having someone who made him feel wanted.
the people around him would notice how different he became around you. lorenzo was still don lorenzo—still playful, still weird, still someone who could make everyone question what was going through his mind—but there was a noticeable softness whenever you were involved. he was more patient with you, more willing to listen, and strangely protective over the comfort you found in him.
if you leaned against him for too long, he wouldn't complain. if you stayed close during stressful moments, he wouldn't tell you to move. instead, he'd simply let you remain there, accepting your affection in his own quiet way.
there were even moments where he surprised himself by noticing when you weren't around. he was so used to your presence that the absence of it felt strange.
he'd find himself looking for you without realizing it, expecting you to appear beside him like you always did. he would never openly admit that he missed your constant closeness, especially because admitting something like that meant showing a softer side of himself, but the way he naturally relaxed whenever you returned gave him away.
your relationship with lorenzo was never about one person being clingy and the other simply putting up with it. over time, your affection became something shared between the two of you. you gave him the comfort of knowing he had someone who would always choose him, and he gave you the reassurance that your love was never too much.
behind the strange humor and carefree attitude was someone who appreciated being cared for more than he let anyone see, and your clinginess became a quiet reminder that he was no longer someone who had to face everything alone. you were simply the person who stayed beside him, and somehow, that became the thing he valued most.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ teddy knight
teddy was the type of person who made it difficult to tell what he was actually thinking.
he carried himself with a calm, almost unreadable expression, often keeping his emotions tucked away behind a quiet attitude and a composed presence. because of that, most people would assume that someone being constantly attached to him would eventually get on his nerves. but when it came to you, it was completely different.
your clinginess never felt like a burden to him.
instead, it became something familiar, something that slowly settled into his life before he even realized how much he had started to depend on it.
you were the kind of person who showed love through presence. you didn't need some grand reason to be near him—you just liked being around him. whether the two of you were sitting together in silence, walking somewhere side by side, or simply spending time doing separate things in the same room, you always found yourself drifting closer to him.
sometimes your shoulder would brush against his, sometimes you'd quietly sit beside him without saying anything, and sometimes you'd simply stay nearby because being around him made you feel comfortable. it wasn't about needing constant attention; it was about knowing he was there.
at first, teddy didn't really know what to do with it.
he wasn't someone who was used to having another person so openly seek him out. he was more familiar with keeping a certain distance, observing others rather than being the person someone naturally reached for.
so when you started appearing beside him more often, resting near him without hesitation, or instinctively looking for him whenever you entered a room, he didn't quite know how to react. he wouldn't push you away, but he also wouldn't immediately show how much he noticed.
teddy was the kind of person who would quietly take note of everything before deciding how he felt about it.
and eventually, he realized he liked it.
there was something strangely comforting about knowing that you always chose to be near him. your affection wasn't complicated, and you never expected him to become someone completely different. you didn't need him to constantly express himself or act a certain way—you were happy with the little things he already gave.
for someone like teddy, who seemed more comfortable keeping his thoughts to himself, having someone who understood his quiet nature was something he appreciated more than he could explain.
your clinginess became part of his routine in the smallest ways. teddy became used to feeling you sit beside him whenever there was an empty space. he became used to your habit of leaning closer when you were tired or reaching for him without thinking whenever something made you nervous.
he became used to the way you searched for him first, like his presence was something that automatically made things feel easier.
and while he might not always react dramatically, he always noticed. every single time.
he was also surprisingly patient with you.
if you stayed close while he was focused on something, he wouldn't make you feel like you were distracting him. if you wanted to spend time with him after a long day, he wouldn't turn you away. teddy wasn't the type to constantly shower someone with affection, but he showed care through small, deliberate actions.
he would make sure you were comfortable, remember little details about what you liked, and quietly adjust his own habits to include you. his affection wasn't loud—it was in the way he made space for you without needing to be asked.
other people would probably find the difference amusing. teddy, who could seem so distant and difficult to read, somehow became someone who allowed you closer than most people ever got.
they would notice how he didn't react the same way when it was you. someone else invading his space might earn a cold look, but you could sit beside him for hours and he wouldn't complain.
your presence became an exception, a quiet place where he didn't have to keep up any walls.
there would also be moments where you worried you were being too attached. you'd wonder if you were overwhelming him or if he secretly wanted more space, especially because teddy wasn't always obvious with his feelings. but the answer was always shown through his actions. he never pulled away.
he never made you feel like your affection was unwanted. instead, he would simply stay there beside you, allowing the silence between you to speak for itself.
over time, teddy became just as accustomed to your closeness as you were to his. he might not be the type to openly admit that he enjoyed having someone always near him, but he would notice when things felt different without you.
the room felt quieter, his routine felt slightly off, and there was a strange emptiness where your familiar presence usually was.
he wouldn't call it missing you right away, but deep down, he knew exactly what it was. because your clinginess gave teddy something he wasn't used to—a constant reminder that someone wanted to stay.
and for someone as reserved as him, that meant more than any big gesture ever could. you weren't just someone who followed him around or held onto him a little more than others.
you became the person who made his quiet world feel a little less lonely, and without even realizing it, teddy started making room for you in every part of his life.
