blue lock boys and how they'd wreck you (and worship you)
・❥・general nsfw headcanons for some of the more underrated boys <3
ft. karasu, yukimiya, barou, kiyora
tabito karasu
tries to act unaffected but is absolutely not unaffected.
okay so tabito gives off this whole "i'm above it all" energy but get him in a bedroom and that facade cracks SO fast. like the second you touch him he's already exhaling through his nose trying to play it cool and failing.
he's a slow burn guy. not because he's gentle (he's not always), but because he genuinely likes watching you squirm. he'll kiss your jaw, your neck, your collarbone… and just stop. wait. watch your expression. and when you finally crack and grab his collar to pull him closer, that's when that little smirk shows up.
his favorite part about you? (other than the obvious voice kink) your hands. he doesn't talk about it, doesn't bring it up in conversation, but he watches them constantly. the way you move them, gesture with them, the way they feel gripping his arm or his shoulder. if your hands are in his hair he's done. that's it. he's completely gone.
in bed he's quiet but intense. he doesn't talk much but when he does it's low, right against your ear: "you gonna keep pretending you don't want this?" or just a simple "look at me." and that'll hit harder than a full monologue.
his pace is deliberate. deep, rolling thrusts that make you feel every single inch of him. he's not racing to the finish line. he wants to feel you clench around him, wants to hear the way your breathing changes. he tracks all of it.
he's got a thing for holding your thighs open. not aggressive about it, just firm. a quiet reminder that you're staying exactly where he put you until he says otherwise.
when you cum he gets this look on his face. like he's satisfied in a way that goes beyond physical. like he's filed this moment away somewhere private.
kenyu yukimiya
gorgeous and he knows it. uses it. shamelessly.
yukimiya is genuinely one of the most beautiful people in any room and he moves through sex like he's completely aware of that fact. not arrogantly, just… confidently. like he knows what he looks like above you and leans into it.
eye contact obsessed. it's his thing, it's always been his thing. the eyes are everything to him. so during sex he wants to SEE you. wants your eyes on him, specifically. if you close your eyes at a good moment he'll slow down until you open them again. "hey. stay with me."
(gotta enjoy the eye contact whilst he still has it </3)
he's a generous lover. like genuinely into making sure you're taken care of first. he'll go down on you with this casual focused energy, no rush, checking in not with words but with the way he reads your body. when you grab his hair he hums against you and keeps going.
his favorite part of you? your eyes when you're about to cum. the way they go glassy and unfocused right before you tip over. he's thought about it at completely inappropriate moments and he's not sorry.
mid-sex yukimiya is prettier than he has any right to be. flushed cheeks, hair slightly disheveled, lips parted. he looks like he was made for this. and he'll catch you staring at him and just smile, soft and a little smug. "like what you see?"
he's vocal. not loud, but vocal. little sounds of pleasure, your name, the occasional breathless laugh when something feels really good. it's weirdly intimate.
he prefers positions where he can see your face. missionary but pulled close, your leg hiked over his hip. face to face, always. he needs that connection or it feels incomplete to him.
when he's close he gets quieter actually. breathing harder, eyes half-lidded, locked on yours. and when he cums it's with your name on his lips, almost like a reflex.
shoei barou
the (self proclaimed) king. he will remind you of this. often.
okay barou is a lot. a LOT. the ego is ever-present, even here. maybe especially here. he genuinely believes he's the best you'll ever have and will not shut up about it (he's probably not wrong).
he is the most possessive lover in this entire list. holds you like he's staking a claim. hands on your hips with intent, grip on the back of your neck, forehead pressed to yours with this intense eye contact that makes your stomach flip.
he likes giving orders. "don't move." "keep your eyes on me." "say it." and he waits for compliance. he's not cruel about it but there's zero question about who's in charge in this room.
his favorite part of you is your neck and shoulders. the nape of your neck specifically. he'll kiss it unexpectedly in completely non-sexual contexts and then act like nothing happened. out in public, cooking in the kitchen, doesn't matter. it's his.
in bed barou is rough in a way that feels purposeful rather than careless. every thrust is deliberate, every grip has intention. he's not just fucking you, he's making a point. and the point is that you're his and he's going to make sure you feel him for days.
the dirty talk very present. "tell me who fucks you like this. say it." and when you do he groans like it physically relieves something in him.
he actually does laundry after. every time. he'll strip the sheets, throw them in, come back with a warm towel. that's his version of aftercare and if you laugh about it he'll get defensive and red-eared. "someone has to do it."
jin kiyora
silent but deady (better than otoya i dont like him). bit of a sweat if i dare say so
kiyora is intense in this specific niche way that makes total sense once you think about it. he's obsessed with the physical reality of a person. not the polished version, the real version. the version that exists after a run, after a match, after an hour of sex.
his thing is sweat. not in a weird performative way, just genuinely. the smell of you after physical exertion, the sheen on your skin, the way your hair sticks slightly to your neck. he finds it deeply, viscerally attractive and he's not embarrassed about it. he sees it as you at your most real.
he'll press his nose to your shoulder and breathe in and it's not weird to him at all. for you it might take getting used to. once you are used to it, it becomes incredibly intimate.
in bed kiyora is methodical and attentive. like he's studying you. not in a clinical way but in the way of someone who genuinely wants to know everything about how you work. he pays attention to what makes you gasp versus what makes you moan, what makes your back arch versus what makes your legs tremble.
his favorite part of you is your skin when it's damp and warm. right after a shower is weirdly almost better to him than during sex because there's something about the heat and the softness of it. he'll run his hands over your shoulders and arms and back with this quiet reverence.
during sex he wants to feel everything. no rushing. he's very into bodies being pressed together, no space between you, chest to chest. he wants to feel your heartbeat.
he's a slow, deep kind of lover. not passive, he's got strength and uses it, but he's not performing. he's present. completely, entirely present. it can feel almost overwhelming how focused he is on just you.
when you're getting close he reads it in your body before you even make a sound. the way your breathing shifts, the way your hips start chasing his. and he'll press deeper, keep that same pace, and murmur against your hair: "there you are."
the sounds he makes are quiet and low. more exhales than anything else. like he's letting himself feel it without announcing it.
kiyora afterwards is warm and heavy. he doesn't immediately separate. he stays close, one hand slow on your back. if you're sweaty from it he will absolutely pull you closer instead of further. that's the whole point for him. this is the version of you he wants.
karasu tabito was lounging on the couch — jaw tight, legs spread casually, his eyebrows still knitted from your little argument earlier — he was sulking, and he had every right to. you were aware of how stubborn you were, and seeing him act cold to you made you realise how patient he’d been the entire time. maybe it was time for you to step up and apologise first, it was your fault after all.
“tabito..? i’m sorry.” you said, walking up to him and settling yourself on his lap. he merely hummed, arms still spread on the backrest, refusing to touch you. “sorry, tabito. i shouldn’t have been so stubborn..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring apologies in the crook of his neck hoping that he would at least soften. but he didn’t, and you were quickly getting desperate.
you thought hard. what would break his walls down? you’d never seen him this upset before. “baby, please. forgive me? i’ll beg if i have to.” you did it unconsciously — rolling your hips against his thigh. but you saw it. the way his muscles tensed under you, the way his breath hitched just for a moment. bingo.
the friction is immediate, sending a wave of pleasure that tingled right at your core, moving with a calculated purpose. your hips moved in circles, grinding slowly, just testing and feeling the outline of his muscles that contracted under you. he let out a sharp breath, hands snaking around your waist. “don’t expect me to look pleased.” he said, gazing into your eyes that lit with mischief.
flexing his thigh and pulling a squeak out of your throat, you don’t stop moving. the way he tensed under you had you throbbing against his skin, every pulse an increasing ache of desire. you pressed yourself down, angling to hit that exact spot that sends heat through you, getting desperate as you chased your high. and when you clench, his grip tightens around your hips, breath stuttering.
“you always know how to wreck me, don’t you? pathetic, using my leg like it’s your toy.” his breath was heavy, cock stiff and restrained in his pants. breathless whines pushed past your lips, grinding against him more eagerly as you got close. “haah—mmmhh—feels so good..” your nails dug into his shoulders for balance, letting out occasional mewls when the friction hits the right spot. then you felt it — felt the ache in your stomach let loose, body jolting as the sensation got overwhelming.
“aah—tabito—f—forgive me—hnnh!” when you finally came, thighs shaking as you soaked his. his nails dug into your hips, pressing you down and forcing you to ride out your high. “you better be prepared for what’s coming.. fucking yourself on me so shamelessly like that. you want to be forgiven? earn it.” and by the time you came to your senses, he already had you flipped over on the couch — panties tugged down and tip lined up against your folds.
synopsis: you and karasu? academic rivals. forced to team up? actual nightmare. between the constant bickering and suspiciously lingering eye contact, this competition just got way more complicated.
SYNOPSIS : karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.
You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.
It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.
At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.
(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.
At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.
You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.
At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.
You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.
The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.
You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.
He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.
He doesn't mind all that much.
The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.
At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends.
He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.
"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.
"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."
"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."
Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."
Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.
He really should've known better.
As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.
So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone.
Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.
The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.
Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.
Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.
Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.
Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.
"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.
He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.
"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him.
You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"
"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"
Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.
Not until now, that is.
You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"
His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.
I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.
Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."
You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.
He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?
He feels more selfish than ever.
He feels sick, actually.
"Hey."
This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."
He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."
Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.
"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."
Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"
The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.
Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?
He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.
The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.
Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room.
He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.
Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.
I... just want you.
That's all. That's all he knows.
His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face.
The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.
He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.
He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.
The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught.
This couldn't all be for nothing.
He has to tell you. It's now, or never.
He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.
He has to tell you.
He has to tell you.
Otherwise—
He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.
He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.
He has to tell you.
His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.
It is Otoya.
If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.
Love is an unexplainable thing.
It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.
It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.
Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.
But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.
Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.
Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.
Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.
The kind of love that will set you free.
Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.
Now, it must fly away.
Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.
You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.
He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.
Rin has honestly been a horrible player, ik the blue lock philosophy is abt stealing goals and only trying to score your own goals but like he didn’t even score. He’s meant to be number one and has been number one since blue lock started but in the France match he has barely shown up at all except to be a weirdo abt isagi and the other players not purely relying on him. He’s the top player in blue lock but he can’t even adapt to help his team or set up his own plays, he has to steal isagi’s opportunities. At the start rin felt like an actual threat which is good but rn for me and a lot of other bllk fans rin seems like just all hype. I think it’s because kaneshiro doesn’t know how to write rin being competent while still having them struggle against France and the karasu system.
I also feel like the whole karasu system and thought process (yk being number 2 is okay as long as you win) was kinda overlooked, sure the entire thing at the start was pure ego but seeing isagi get pissed at karasu abt this made him feel very immature. It prolly would’ve been more interesting if isagi’s whole argument wasn’t “but it’s not the blue lock way!” But cause isagi’s the mc he just needs to unlock white hair mode and instantly join the karasu system.
Hugo felt kinda unnecessary as a character, I get he’s intriguing and looks good but there was like virtually no reason for him to be there. If Hugo wasn’t there Charles and Loki would’ve had a bigger role and we’d get to see them more but instead Charles got sidelined after 8 panels and Loki showed up in Hugo’s backstory and in like 2 chapters. Also for the whole number 2 ordeal we could’ve just had karasu drawing out that insecurity in isagi by having him and his system assist shidou or rin. Having Hugo be Lokis midfielder just makes Lokis reasoning for joining the NEL kind weird cause he was only there to train Charles to be the best midfielder to be his passer making hugo look like a bum who’s striker is currently replacing him. + Hugo’s philosophy is dumb af cause “it’s destiny and it’s what they’re meant to do” is also the reasoning people used to oppress and enslave other humans for centuries. Does he think women are destined for the kitchen? Does he think if youre born as a man you’re destined to be one forever? His whole idea and thought process is flawed.
Sorta related to that but there are too many characters, most of them get like one important chapter and are immediately pushed aside it was okay in the NEL cause it was a long af arc but more keep getting introduced unnecessarily in the u-20 wc arc like we don’t need the other teams backstory we already have enough inner team drama to worry abt. It’s similar to one piece but instead of being important for a whole arc they’re forgotten abt after a single chapter.
Shidou, Barou and kunigami were also just completely left out of this entire game, tbh I was hoping their more impulsive, reckless and egotistical approach would be a good counter to Hugo but NAH ISAGI IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO DO ANYTHING USEFUL.
Honestly all these complaints I blame on kaneshiro I rly love blue lock and hope the writing can improve, the earlier arcs where isagi was allowed to be overshadowed and defeated were way more interesting currently it seems like plot armour makes everyone else become a NPC in isagi’s vicinity. These are just my thoughts don’t take anything to heart.
It was clearly late as hell. You shouldn't even be up at this atrocious hour, but there you were, per usual— pigging out on whatever food you could get your paws onto.
You were scrolling through your phone on the way back to your bedroom when a text message popped up on screen. Although you flinched at the unexpected sound, you didn't have enough energy to genuinely act on the brief pump of adrenaline that coursed through your veins.
Once you saw who it was messaging you, you clicked your tongue and resumed your stride to your room, then plopped down on your bed with your midnight snack of choice, phone in hand.
Author's note: I meant to post this WAYYYY sooner, but I got depressed for like a week so it got postponed 😬 But I'm doing better now and I'm OFFICIALLY writing another longass Karasu fic 🥹❤️🩹 It's a surprise plot 😈
It'll prolly be 2-4 months until it's out, so be warned!! The reason for that is the fact it'll prolly be 30k+ words 😭 I was thinking of breaking it up into parts, but I kinda just wanna get it out there all in one good quality shot.
Also mb if the translation sucks ass, I used Google translate...
chapter 4 of to kill a dream is up now!!! (chapter 1 link here)
to kill a dream (become a memory)
chapter 4: seventeen
29.2k words* - rated T - creator chose not to use warnings
*as of chapter 4
"Sorry I can't help ya bring 'em in," he said, untwisting one of the straps so it lay more comfortably. "Can't stand the pesterin' from yer Ma."
"It's fine. Yer doin' Katsuto a favor by stayin' out of her sight. Poor kid's got enough on his plate without hearin' 'bout all of yer soccer shit, too." Yo laughed drily. "She acts like yer a national player or somethin'."
Karasu's easy smirk twitched at the corner, snapping back into place so fast Yo wondered if he imagined the slip.
A broken foot ended Hiori Yo’s football career before it began.
thank you again @stars-shine-for-me for beta reading ily mwah <3
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to kill a dream (become a memory) (29232 words) by stormyrainyday
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Blue Lock (Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hiori You & Karasu Tabito
Characters: Hiori You, Hiori You's Parents, Karasu Tabito, Original Child Character(s), Minor Nagi Seishiro
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Permanent Injury, Disability, Character Study, Canonical Child Abuse, not tabiori but if you wanna read it that way i wont stop you, Hiori You-centric, Alternate Universe - No Blue Lock, Blue Lock Manga Spoilers, Hiori You Has Bad Parents, POV Hiori You, Ableism, mostly internalized but some from others, Tags Contain Spoilers, Siblings, references to hiori's light novel, Implied Dissociation, Karasu Tabito is a Good Friend, Childhood Friends, Violent Thoughts, but they're canon-typical to hiori
