small fem ryusae doodle because i had the time idk
ts is ass but im bored
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small fem ryusae doodle because i had the time idk
ts is ass but im bored
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯. Sae Itoshi and his resting b**** face.
Synopsis: Itoshi Sae is famous for two things: him being a great football player and his permanent, RBF. And the media wants to know all about Itoshi Sae famous resting face.
Notes: absolutely crack…idk what I’m doing…
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Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!
Sae Itoshi quote on quote, “Japan’s National Treasure.” Was dealing with another interview today.
And the media had many questions for Japan’s football prodigy. But unfortunately…none of them were about football.
Itoshi Sae sat at the center of the press conference table, one elbow resting lazily on the armrest while his chin balanced against his hand.
His expression, as always, looked like someone had personally inconvenienced him by just existing near him—the media’s words, not his.
Truthfully, he was just tired and dealing with pesky press conferences since they are so exhausting to deal with.
If he had a choice, he’d already be back home taking another nap or watching match footage and analyzing statistics.
But he was right here, listening to professional journalists discuss—his face.
“What’s even wrong with it?”
Sae just sighed internally, wanting to move on, he would walk out if he could, but that damn manager has been onto him begging for him to at-least finish the interview rather than walking out.
“Itoshi-san!”A reporter nearly launched himself out of his chair.
“Would you mind commenting on the viral clip currently trending online?”
“What clip?” He questioned the reporter,raising his eyebrow.
“The one where a drone flew past you during training.”
“The video had accumulated over forty million views.”
One eyebrow lifted, while hid eyes narrowed, he was genuinely… deeply confused
“But, why ?” he asked the reporter , his voice being flat as ever.
If he remembered that day, nothing noteworthy had happened. A drone had flown too close during training and it was the associatation for some advertisement promo and he just looked at it.
That was all.
So why did forty million people, decide to watch him do something so ordinary was a beyond his understanding.
His gaze slowly swept across the room, silently searching for someone—anyone—to explain why simply looking at a drone had somehow become something people wanted to watch for entertainment.
The reporters just stared back, holding their breath, and they were sweating just to avoid his gaze.
The confusion lingered for five seconds before it settled back into the usual unreadable expression that he wore.
He dropped his gaze back down to the microphone in front of him, entirely checked out of the conversation.“People really watch anything.”
Every reporter including the manager blinked.
And The reporter hesitated to answer.
“People just really liked your expression.”
“My expression.”
“Yes.”
Sae stared at him.
“I was just looking at the drone.”
“Yes! Exactly!” The reporter smiled chuckling to himself. “People are very curious about your ‘RBF’ , it went popular, there are many compilations of it.”
“Did you know about it?”
“I did not.”
“Well…the hashtag #SaeLooksDone is currently number one worldwide on the internet.”
Then another reporter shot a question.
“How do you feel about fans saying your stare could make someone kneel six hundred times at their ancestors’ graves?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“People are also wondering if you’ve ever looked happy.”
“I’m happy, I just smile with my heart.” Sae replied—because that was indeed the truth.
Leaving the reporters in the room glance at each other.
Then a third reporter raised her hand.
“There’s a rumor that you haven’t smiled in public for years. Is that true?”
“No.”
“When was the last time then, Mr. Itoshi?”
Sae actually thought about it. “…Probably…”
The room leaned forward. “…Next question.”
Every keyboard in the room erupted into frantic typing.
Writing down : “Itoshi Sae does not remember when was the last time we smiled in public, maybe in his life.”
The poor PR manager looked moments away from filing his resignation by not wanting to deal with Sae Itoshi publicity.
“Itoshi-san!” Another hand shot into the air.
“People are saying your face never changes—would you say that is not true?”
“That is not true because my face does change.”
“Could you please, demonstrate?”
Then silence filled the room, Sae just blinked once. then another blink. he just blinked two times.
“There.” And The reporters collectively froze. Even the cameras stopped flashing.
“Was that it?” One of the reporter’s questioned, sweating whether he will be fine asking that question.
“Yes.”
Then someone accidentally snorted in the back row. Making Sae slowly turned his head toward the sound.
The person immediately shut up.
Another journalist nervously adjusted his glasses.
“So… would you say you have… um… resting… you know…”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“I have a face.”
Making the reporter who was already nervous just stare at him.
“I also don’t understand that question.”
His manager desperately tried to regain control, “Perhaps we should move back to football—”
“No.”
And every head turned.
“I don’t mind.”
Sae looked around the room with genuine curiosity. “This is entertaining, so go on, talk more.”
The reporters all collectively nodded along .
“I’d also like to know why we’re discussing my face.”
For forty painfully long minutes later, the conference finally ended. And the whole entire time was spent talking about his own face.
The moment Sae climbed into the waiting car, he pulled out his phone.
Twenty -seven unread messages.
NOTIFICATIONS: Julian Loki
mon ami
congratulations
your face has gone viral again
NOTIFICATIONS :Michael Kaiser
this you? 😐
fucking bum.
NOTIFICATIONS : Luna
Someone made a six-hour YouTube compilation of you looking disappointed, lol.
NOTIFICATIONS: Oliver Aiku
“There it changed" bro you cannot just blink twice and call it a demonstration
NOTIFICATIONS: number not saved (Bunny)
I think you looked great!
NOTIFICATIONS : Ryusei Shidou
LMAOOOOOOOOOO
CHECK THE EDIT’S I SENT YOU.
NOW.
He regret listening to him, he shouldn’t have opened it at all. Against his better judgment, Sae tapped it. The video had over ten million likes. The creator’s pinned comment sat at the top of the screen in frantic capital letters : “OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE LIKES I’M LITERALLY SOBBING.”
Sae stared at it for a second before pressing play. Unlike the edits his teammates usually sent to mock him, this one was… surprisingly well-made.
It was an edit with the song “Honey” by KARA. It was the complete opposite of the intimidating image people usually associated with him.
The second edit appeared on his screen.
It was footage someone (Luna) had secretly taken on the team bus during a trip through Spain. And Sae was asleep. His head rested against the window,and his hair slightly messy from the ride, the afternoon sunlight spilling across his face.
The editor had slowed the footage down, added tiny white sparkles around him, and added the song “how to pretend” by Lucy Bedroque
“He's so pretty I'm actually crying,” he saw that comment while he was scrolling.
The next edit showed him in Madrid. Where he was standing at a street festival holding a churro, and having a drawn on spain’s flag on his cheek while he was silently chewing while staring off into the distance.
There were more sparkles and little animated hearts floated around his head.
“He looks like the prettiest person alive.”
“He is just three apples tall!”
Then he clicked on another edit. It was during training, and he had absentmindedly pushed his reddish-pink hair away from his face before looking toward the camera for barely a second.
And the comments absolutely immediately exploded across the screen.
@saesbiggestfan: This edit cleared my skin, watered my plants, paid my taxes, and fixed my sleep schedule.
@ohnojamjam: How does someone look this pretty while doing absolutely nothing.
@saeitoshigivemeonechance: I need him to look at me like that at least once.
↳ @bluelocknewseasonwhen: Get out.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: No, hear me out, PLEASE
Sae's eyebrow twitched. He certainly didn't understand why millions of people were emotionally invested in a these edits of him.
“…People are strange…,” he muttered, exiting the app.
Immediately, another notification appeared. From Ryusei Shidou had sent a YouTube link. That was another lukewarm mistake that he did.
Sae clicked it.
Title of the video : Ranking Every Itoshi Sae Facial Expression (IMPOSSIBLE) Duration: 8:03
The video opened with overly dramatic, classical music was blasting in the video.
#1 Airport Sae
A frantic reporter accidentally bumped into his shoulder. Sae looked over, giving him a three-degree side-eye. The video frame froze and s red circle appeared and zoom in, into his face.
#2 Interview Sae
The reporter was trying to make a joke while Sae just looked at him deadpanned while the reporter looked like he wanted to bury his head in the sand.
#3 Match Sae
It was a match against Re Al and FC Barcha and the big screen panned onto Sae face and he was just standing there being in his own little world, having the same expression.
#4 Vacation Sae
Another trip the Re Al group took and they were in Seville enjoying their time while Sae was trailing along them and was told to smile so he raised his hands and did a peace sign wearing the same expression.
#5 Eight-Year-Old Sae
A old footage that was dug up by fans and it was an eight year old Sae winning another award and was forced to take a picture and smile, minutes passed and the audio picked up him muttering “lukewarm” while wearing the expression again.
The creator zoomed in on the eyes and mouth, meticulously comparing every single screenshot. And the creator of the video actually legitimately made an actual mathematical graph appeared on screen. “Base on pictures and videos of him Sae Itoshi Facial Expression Consistency: 96.67%”
Sae closed the video and opened the Gen XI group chat,
number not saved (Bunny) : Sae, did you know you got named “El chico japonés guapo de Madrid"
Michael Kaiser: Millions of people think you're pretty and you still look like a bum npc
Lorezno: yoo, Sae bro can I sell your pics?
Vivian Hugo: You look nice
Vivian Hugo sent a picture to the group chat
It was a picture of Sae from a photoshoot, wearing the same expression against a very cute background
Julian Loki: Oh woah, you got kawaified too Sae, just like me!
Teddy: What’s going on?
Sae swiped down to read the Twitter discourse Shidou was sending him bombing his notifications .
@iluvbluelock: This is why he doesn't have forehead wrinkles. His face literally never moves…
(This was completely false, because Sae moisturized every single night and have a skincare routine)
↳ @cantheitoshibrosreunite: i don’t think sooo, He actually has a daily routine skin care and in an interview he said that he moisturized every single night before sleeping or after games. He even has a morning routine!
@unbench_rinitoshi_pls: Itoshi Sae has two emotions: 😐 and 😐 which is happier but slightly to the left.
@saeitoshiplease_talk_to_rin: posted a meme joking about Sae Itoshi’s permanent resting bitch face, and RE Al Twitter absolutely ran with it. Within minutes, the tweet was flooded with thousands of likes and retweets, turning Japan's national treasure into a viral sensation.
@imaybe_like_bllk : why does sae always look like a corporate employee forced to attend a team-building exercise.
@football_clips: Y'all remember that Madrid festival photo where he looked like he genuinely wanted to not be there ? Fun fact: he was actually having the time of his life.
@ohno_saeis_behind_you: The original interview is somehow even funnier.
The poster posted the clip of the interview
Reporter: "Are you enjoy your time at the festival ?”
Sae: "yes, I’m enjoying my time."
Reporter: "...Then why do you look upset…?”
Sae: "I’m not, I enjoyed being here and and I look forward for more opportunities to participate in festivals."
↳ @Ilovesaeitoshi: HE WAS HAPPY. THAT WAS HIS HAPPY FACE.
↳ @Isagi_pleaseshower: LMAO YES HE WAS!!
@bluelock_is_cool: The day Sae smiles, Japan's economy will increase.
@rinitoshiilyyy: Maybe Rin thought Sae hated him because this is literally just his face.
↳ @rineyelashes: I suddenly understand Rin's entire childhood.
@iwanticecream_rn: Imagine introducing him to your parents.
↳ @Ihave_icecream: IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY
@thesaeitoshifan: I’m not kidding, I need him to look at me like that
↳ @whenwill_season_three_come: GET OUT.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: I GET YOU DW TWIN !!
Sae sighed heavily and closed the app. Right as he did, Shidou sent one final text. It was a grid meme of his face from today's press conference.
Hungry.
Hungry but in Spain.
Hungry but in Japan.
Hungry but you see your brother.
He locked his phone with a definitive click, he was not going to respond nor talk for awhile—but it did make him amused.
“…People have too much free time…”
Itoshi Sae genuinely believed…that he looked perfectly normal.
That there was nothing wrong at all and he was living a good life. He doesn’t seem to realize that he is blunt half of the time, even if he doesn’t mean it.
He leaned his head against the cool glass of the car window, closed his eyes, and began reviewing FC Barcha statistics in his head to finally get some peace, after a long tiring day.
It wasn’t his fault people can’t tell that he is happy, but it didn’t matter.
Thank you for reading٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ !!
| Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!
Which new gen 11 do you tolerate the most? (Not including Loki)
Without Loki included in the selection, I tolerate Sae Itoshi the most. He's straightfoward with words and doesn't reject his destiny as a skillful midfielder. The only concern about him is his lack of knowledge outside of soccer, talking to him about things that aren't related to soccer is proven to be somewhat difficult.
Little By Little - Pg. 1
Poetry Between The Shelves
Pairings: Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader
a/n: welcome to little by little ♡ i've been dreaming about writing this story for a while now and i'm so excited to finally share it with you. i hope you'll fall in love with these two as they slowly fall in love with each other. thank you for reading!! 🌸
Synopsis: The university's star midfielder wasn't where you expected to find him.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, university au, library au, fluff, comfort, slice of life, yearning, soft!sae, itoshi sae x reader, blue lock x reader
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Days like this made you wonder why you'd ever decided that spending four years analysing books was a good idea.
You were already on your third coffee of the day. You refused to think about how many energy drinks you'd gone through over the past week. The only thing keeping you sane was your favourite spot in the library.
You loved this spot for a lot of reasons. One of the biggest was that it was perfect for people-watching. The windows opened up to the small garden in the centre of the library, filling the space with warm afternoon sunlight, and from here you had a direct view of everyone coming in and out of the library.
The library was unusually quiet for a Thursday afternoon. A few students whispered over laptops in the corner while someone on the second floor shelved returned books with dull thuds. Every now and then, pages turned somewhere nearby. It wasn't silent, it was just quiet enough to pretend you could concentrate.
You read the same sentence in your book for the fourth time in a row. No matter how many times your eyes went over it, it just wouldn't stick in your brain.
Sticky notes peeked out from nearly every page of your book, each one covered in tiny handwriting of annotations you'd promised yourself you'd actually review later.
Your planner sat open beside you, every hour of the week colour-coded in different highlighters. Lecture, seminars, essay deadlines, and three different novels you were supposed to have finished by now. Everything looked organised.
You certainly didn't feel organised.
You sighed and reached for your coffee, only for your fingers to close around an empty paper cup. You frowned at it for a second before giving it a gentle shake, as if somehow a miracle sip would appear.
Nothing.
"...Right."
That explained why your brain had stopped cooperating.
You let out a prolonged groan as you dragged your hand down your face.
There was the muted shuffling sound the library entrance always made whenever someone walked in.
You looked through the gaps between your fingers and immediately recognised the student who had just walked in.
Sae Itoshi.
The University's star midfielder.
You weren't exactly caught up on the school's football team- between lectures, essay deadlines, and the never-ending pile of reading your professors assigned every week, you barely had time to remember your own schedule- but you knew who he was, almost everyone did.
You'd never watched one of his matches from start to finish. You had tried to, once, when your roommate insisted, saying something about "School spirit," whatever that's supposed to mean.
Somewhere between reading three hundred pages for class and convincing yourself you'd definitely start your essay tomorrow, you'd ended up skipping the match entirely. Still, you'd heard enough conversations around campus to know one thing.
Sae Itoshi was kind of a big deal.
That's not a face you see in the library every day, and especially not this close to football season. You looked down at your watch, you suppose you could spare a few minutes to people-watch and rest your eyes a little.
You sat up straighter.
Instead of heading toward the computers like most students, he walked straight to the classic literature section.
That alone caught your attention.
That's unexpected.
You watched as he browsed through the aisles, stopping in one and grabbing a book from the shelf. You squinted, trying to make out the title of the book in his hands, finding yourself weirdly interested in what would bring a guy like him here.
Leaves of Grass.
Huh.
Of all the books you'd expected the campus's golden boy to be reading, classic poetry hadn't even crossed your mind.
You'd actually read it before.
Not casually, either.
One of your first-year professors had been obsessed with Whitman and had assigned half the class to annotate Leaves of Grass. Your copy was probably still buried somewhere in your dorm room, filled with highlighted passages and increasingly dramatic notes written at two in the morning.
You remembered complaining about it at the time.
You also remembered secretly liking it.
Which was exactly the kind of embarrassing thing an English Literature major wasn't supposed to admit out loud.
Either way, it wasn't exactly the kind of book people expected a football player to borrow. You couldn't help sighing at yourself, you have got to stop making assumptions about people.
He settled onto one of the small couches, tucked between rows of books, crossing one leg over the other as he opened the book almost immediately.
No phone, no headphones. He was just... Reading.
You blinked.
You shook your head a little bit to wake yourself up. You had a fifteen-page essay due next week, and staring at an attractive stranger in the library probably wasn't going to help.
You picked up your pen and stared back down into your books.
You uncapped your highlighter, determined that the next sentence would finally make sense.
It's time for you to lock in.
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Sae sat down to read, but before he could even read one line of the book he felt a light buzzing in his pants.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
-Rin-
Practice got moved up to 4
Coach said don't be late
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Sae glanced at the time at the top of his screen.
15:27.
His thumb hovered over the screen.
He'd been looking forward to the quiet hour he'd carefully carved out for himself. Football occupied most of his life, and reading was one of the few things that belonged only to him.
He would never tell anyone this, but he needed a break from football sometimes, reading gave that to him. When Sae read, no one expected anything from him.
He could lose himself in fiction for a while, or read poetry and find comfort in knowing someone, somewhere, had once struggled to put the same feelings into words.
He slipped his phone back into his pocket with another quiet sigh and stood up. Seems like he wouldn't be reading here after all.
His eyes wandered across the library—the entrance, the courtyard, the tables by the window.
That looked like a nice place to read.
Maybe he'd sit there next time.
His eyes kept wandering around the room before abruptly stopping when something caught his eye.
You.
The afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting soft shadows across your face.
Your hair framed your features, the sunlight making it appear a shade lighter than it really was.
You bit your lip as you scribbled something into your notebook before running a hand through your hair to brush it away from your face. You looked completely absorbed in whatever you were writing.
Sae stood frozen for a moment as he admired you. For some reason, he couldn't pull his eyes away.
Something about you made the room feel quieter.
You weren't doing anything remarkable.
If anything, you looked exhausted—surrounded by books, annotations, and half-finished notes.
Yet somehow...
You were the only person in the room he seemed able to notice.
Wait.
He stopped the thought as soon as it entered his head.
Since when did he think about sappy things like that?
He shook his head and gripped the book tighter. He didn't have time for this.
He walked briskly to the counter at the front of the library to borrow the book. As the librarian checked the book out under his name, his eyes drifted back toward the window despite himself, at you.
The librarian had said something to him and he hadn't noticed, so cleared her throat and handed him the book. "Thank you. Enjoy your reading."
Sae was snapped back to reality.
He murmured a soft "Yeah, thank you," and turned towards the entrance. He left the library and promptly headed to practice.
The book stayed tucked beneath his arm the entire way there.
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You were cutting across campus on your way back to your dorm, finally leaving the library after six mind-numbing hours of reading, note-taking, and pretending to understand literary theory.
You were trudging tiredly on the path, holding a stack of annotated poems and essay notes that refused to stay organised no matter how hard you tried.
The sound of whistles and cheering drifted across the path, catching your attention. It was coming from the football field. They were practicing.
You glanced over almost absentmindedly before spotting a familiar head of hair sprinting across the pitch.
Sae Itoshi.
Even from this far away, he somehow made everything look effortless.
You watched him for a few seconds.
Far longer than you'd meant to.
Then you looked away.
Maybe you'd actually go watch a match this season.
For the school spirit.
...
Who were you kidding?
You just wanted to see if the mysterious poetry-reading football player was actually any good.
You sighed and picked up your pace toward your dorm. Your notes suddenly seemed much more interesting than the football field.
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Practice was already well underway.
The afternoon sun beat down on the field as the sound of footballs being struck echoed around the pitch.
Sae trapped the ball with ease before sending it across the field with practiced precision.
"Again."
The drill restarted.
A few minutes later, while jogging back into position, something beyond the fence caught his eye. A familiar figure walked along the pathway that ran beside the sports grounds.
You.
A backpack slung over one shoulder, headphones in, eyes fixed on whatever notes you were reading as you walked.
The girl from the library.
His eyes followed you for a second. Then another.
"Oi."
A ball lightly bounced off his leg. Sae looked up, and when he saw Shidou grinning at him, he immediately knew he'd been looking at you for too long.
"Never thought I'd catch you staring at a girl."
"In the middle of practice, at that." Karasu added.
"I wasn't."
"Mhm."
"You were literally watching her walk away," Karasu snorted.
Sae clicked his tongue.
"I was looking at the path."
Shidou hummed and gave him a look that said 'i don't believe you at all.'
"Sure you were."
Sae sighed, he didn't bother arguing with them, in no universe would that make this situation any better; they'd always find a way to tease him one way or another.
By the time he looked back you were already gone.
He clicked his tongue and forced himself to look back toward the drill.
The coach was saying something.
He hadn't heard a word of it.
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Some stories begin with fate.
Yours began because someone read poetry.
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End of Page One ♡
With love,
Hazel
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sae’s dick is so girthy.
“shh… just a little more,” sae croons as his hands are latched onto your waist slowly pushing himself into you.
you whimper slightly at his size the head barely pushed through your folds and you’re already a whimpering mess.
“i’m gonna push a bit deeper now, okay?”
you nod letting out a shaky breath he leans forward pecking your forehead with a soft kiss before moving his hips pushing his cock deeper into you.
“ngh- shit,” sae curses under his breath before doing one big thrust shoving his whole size into you.
you both softly groan at the sensation his face moving to rest and lick along your neck.
“…so tight.”
he breathes as he slowly rolls his hips into you. he lifts his head and looks all over your body before seeing your tummy bulge with his cocks imprint.
his fingers move to glide along the bulge making him chew on his lower lip letting out a grunt.
“do you see that?” he says pressing his palm down on the imprint of his cock making you squirm.
“y…yeah.”
he continues to slam his cock into you, hitting your womb making you moan out.
his girthy thick cock filling your insides with each push of his hips.
“m’ so full sae…”
you breathe out feeling the intensity of his thrusts. he leans forward brushing strands of hair off your forehead pressing a kiss,
“yeah? you feel full of my cock?” “you like that don’t you?” he says with a smirk on his face.
his balls slapping against your ass and the lewd wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you echoing through the dark room.
you nod biting your lower lip you can’t even think straight at this point.
sae shakes his head and shoves two of his fingers in your mouth.
“ah ah. no biting those pretty lips. you’ll make em bleed.”
you nod and suck on his fingers to distract you from biting down so hard on your bottom lip.
he groans when he feels you suck on his fingers making him slam deeper into you. balls deep. having you both panting.
“fuck. i’m so close baby.” “keep sucking my fingers like that.” you suck harder on his fingers feeling his cock slam into you thrust after thrust.
his girthy cock sliding against your gummy walls making you moan around his fingers.
and with one final snap of his hips he lets out a breathy moan spilling his hot load into you.
his balls tightening as he cums spurt after spurt. his cum dripping out of your pussy. he pants leaning forward pressing his face against your neck.
“mmgh. you did so good today. you barely whined.” he says sucking on your neck.
“let’s clean my pretty girl up now, yeah?”
he says leaving his cock in you for a few more seconds before pulling out. his cum fully spilling out of your white covered walls.
making him smirk at the sight of it,
sliding his fingers down at his left over cum and shoving his two fingers back into your mouth making you lick his seed.
A/N:
sorry this is lowkey buns… this is what happens when you don’t write for a week and now you’re a luke warm writer („• - •„)
Another blue lock doddle, IM SORRY
I just really like Sae with his bangs down, I’ll be back to DN I promise, I’m just lacking ideas :(
day 2 of putting out rarepairs i really like to the world (bunkaisae) PLEASE hear me out on thisss😭😭 especially when their teenagers (15, 16, 16) OMG its so good top bunny x (mainly top) switch kaiser x bottom sae UGHH its so fucking good omlll they can be so toxic but then so loving the next, and their all lowkey suicidal kinda, on different levels. they are all obsessed with each other🙌 -------- sae - his love-hate relationship towards bunny, still torn between hating him for what he did but theres always going to be that sick feeling of love towards him no matter what. i really like doing is making him have a kinda savior complex towards kaiser. seeing how fucked up he is and liking seeing him just on the brim of never being able to come back (dont really know how to explain it but like basically almost broken, just completely hopeless and about to give up) and wants to be the one who pulls him back, comforts him, and convinces himself that he can fix someone who doesnt truly know how to be fixed bunny - just overall super complex (until we know more about him [?]). his hatred of optimism makes him want to see both sae and kaiser at their absolute lowest, stripped of any hope or happiness (will[?]). at the same time, his obsession with them makes him genuinely want them to be happy, but only in a way he controls. maybe kinda like rin, bringing out the best in them, only to tear it all away and watch everything collapse. basically the opposite of what i wrote for sae where he tries to save people (kaiser, maybe bunny [?] not really though, maybe in his head for like a second, never out loud, before he pushes the thought away) after they've fallen, while bunny is the one who pushes them over the edge. i kinda feel like he would romanticize a triple suicide for him, sae and kaiser. kinda like dazai from bsd (but kinda different) kaiser - no ship with kaiser will ever be healthy with how messed up he is. his trauma and self loathing are so deeply ingrained that even if he seems to improve, it never takes much for him to fall back into old habits. like he did with ness, he drags the people closest to him down because making someone else feel smaller allows him to momentarily escape feeling like the weak/pathetic person he believes he is. i also feel like hes become so used to the toxicity he doesnt put up his "facade" (i dont really know what to call it, basically giving up on trying to make himself believe hes better). his superiority complex and arrogant attitude become less of a mask and more of a defense mechanism thats constantly slipping, revealing how he believes he's worthless and shitty (not human). sae and bunny always end up comforting him, but their methods only reinforce the cycle instead of breaking it. kaiser doesnt care that things always get worse, because he knows they'll eventually return to that brief moment of affection and validation that he craves. that tiny glimpse of love is enough to keep him holding on, even if he knows it'll all fall apart again (how i kinda believe ness is - theyre both just obviously mentally ill). i believe sae feels the same way. i also think kaiser would act similar to bunny, building up and making them feel good, but he very much so means it (so does bunny but just in a more complex, twisted way while kaiser's is pure) but then he gets into his moods again (believing hes worthless) and needs to feel better so he starts degrading them and breaking what he build god its so hard trying to write about kaiser, especially in shipping. i've already watched so many analysis and read so many articles but i STILL dont understand him😭 one of the main reasons i hope we get an episode kaiser spin off to really help explore his character, especially his mindset right now. i wrote so much about him but i feel like its all so wrong. i do believe he loves bunny and sae purely and genuinely (sae more definitely due to his attitude) but due to how his mind is it doesnt last and he ruins it i hate the writing sm i might just delete all of it