♡ a/n — this is probably one of the longest things i've written lol. it's only bc it's yuki i swear.
♡ word count — 2.3k
♡ content — yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, fem! reader, model! reader, childhood best friends, friends to lovers, mutual pining, goes from like kindergarten all the way to the u-20 game, mentions of yuki modeling, decided reader needed to be a model too, reader is shy and reserved as a kid, i made yukimiya one of those gremlin kids
♡ synopsis — Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, you’d always be grateful that he’d chosen to stay by your side.
The first time you met Yukimiya Kenyu, you were sitting on the edge of the playground, quietly watching the other kids play. You didn’t join them—not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t figure out how. It was easier to sit by yourself, even if it meant being lonely.
Then he appeared, a blur of energy and determination. While the other kids were too slow to keep up with him, Yukimiya’s restless nature had finally found something that caught his attention: you.
“Why aren’t you playing?” he asked, tilting his head as if the idea was incomprehensible.
You shrugged, unsure what to say other than, “I don’t know how to play the games they’re playing.”
He blinked at you, his head tilting like he was trying to figure you out. “That’s dumb.”
Your eyes widened at his bluntness, and he quickly added, “Not you! The games. They’re boring. Wanna play something else?”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Something fun,” he said with a grin. “We’ll figure it out.”
He didn’t wait for you to answer, instead grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the sandbox. From then on, he never left your side. While he was still a whirlwind of energy, he always made sure to include you, even if it meant slowing down.
“You’re my best friend now, okay?” he declared one afternoon after you’d spent hours building an intricate sandcastle together.
“Okay,” you agreed, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
From that moment on, Yukimiya became your shadow, and you became his anchor. While he zoomed around the playground like a whirlwind, he always circled back to you. And when you sat quietly coloring, he sat next to you, fidgeting but staying put.
He slowed down for you.
Yukimiya’s talent for soccer became apparent early on. By the time you reached the third grade, he was already being called a prodigy. Coaches marveled at his footwork, his speed, his ability to outplay anyone who dared to challenge him.
You watched every game from the sidelines, cheering louder than anyone else. He always made sure to find you in the crowd afterward, his grin wide as he asked, “Did you see that? Did you see how I scored?”
“You were amazing, Yuki,” you’d say every time, and he’d beam like your words mattered more than anyone else’s.
But as his talent grew, your insecurities began to as well. You weren’t particularly athletic, or artistic, or academically gifted. While Yukimiya excelled at everything he tried, you felt like you were just… there.
You were proud of him, of course, but a small part of you always felt like you were standing in his shadow. Everyone noticed him. Everyone praised him. Meanwhile, you were… you.
“You’re thinking too hard again,” Yukimiya said one day, lying flat on the grass beside you after practice. His bangs stuck to his forehead, sweat glistening under the sun. “What is it?”
Your mother had always said that Yukimiya had "great emotional intelligence" for a 3rd grader.
You didn't know what that meant, but you thought so too.
You hesitated before mumbling, “I don’t think I’ll ever be as good at something as you are at soccer.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, frowning. “That’s stupid. You're good at being my best friend." The way he said it, with so much conviction would've made you laugh if his face didn't look so serious.
"You don’t have to be ‘good’ at anything for me to like having you around.” He mumbled, just a quick little add on.
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in a way you didn’t understand.
By the time you both entered middle school, Yukimiya’s popularity had skyrocketed. Girls giggled and blushed whenever he walked by, and boys challenged him to soccer matches, hoping to prove themselves.
At first, it didn’t bother you. Yukimiya was still the same boy who ran to your side after every game, who walked you home even when he was exhausted, who always made time for you no matter how busy he was.
But then the love letters started.
“Another one?” you asked one afternoon as he stuffed a folded note into his bag.
“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly, not even bothering to read it.
“Don’t you care what they say?”
“Not really.”
You frowned, not understanding how he could be so unaffected. “What if it’s someone you like?”
“Nah. I don’t feel that way about anyone.” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “Besides, why would I need another girl when I already have you?”
The casual way he said it made your heart skip a beat, but you brushed it off as a joke. He couldn’t possibly mean it… could he?
No. You were best friends, he just didn't need another girl in his life right now. You were only in middle school, dating was the last of your worries.
But what would happen when a girl he did like gave him a letter? What would happen to you?
Your friendship with Yukimiya had always been effortless. He was the first person you turned to for help with anything—homework, outfit choices, or just figuring out life’s little mysteries. And he was the same with you.
You’d spent countless afternoons in his room, sprawled out on his bed while he juggled a soccer ball, the steady rhythm of it hitting the wall almost comforting.
This time was no different. You’d come over for a “study session,” but neither of you had cracked open a textbook. Yukimiya was sitting on the floor, bouncing the ball off the wall with practiced ease, while you lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Yuki,” you said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Yeah?” he replied, not looking up from his game.
“Do you think we stop each other from learning?”
The ball thudded against the wall again before he caught it, turning to look at you with a confused smile. “What do you mean? You’re here for a study session, silly.”
“No, not that,” you said, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest. “I mean… learning how to kiss someone. Or how to go on dates. Stuff like that.”
His smile faltered, and he stared at you, the soccer ball forgotten in his hands. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice soft. “It’s just… we’re always together. And I love that, I do. But what if we’re keeping each other from… I don’t know, growing up or something?”
Yukimiya’s brows furrowed as he thought about your words. He stood, tossing the ball onto his desk and sitting beside you on the bed. “So… you want to learn how to kiss someone?”
“I guess,” you said, feeling your face heat up. “Don’t you?”
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve never… y’know…”
You nodded, the awkward silence stretching between you. And then, to your surprise, Yukimiya looked up at you with a small, nervous smile.
“Maybe… we could help each other,” he suggested, his voice trembling slightly.
Your breath caught in your throat. “You mean…”
“We’re best friends, right?” he said quickly, as if trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s not weird if it’s just to… learn. Right?”
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. But the way he looked at you—hopeful, nervous, and maybe a little excited—made you nod. “Okay,” you whispered.
His hand reached for yours, his palm warm and slightly clammy, if he was any other guy, you'd have been grossed out. But he was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing about him was gross.
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. But you didn’t. When his lips finally pressed against yours, it was soft and tentative, like he was afraid of doing it wrong.
It didn’t take long for the awkwardness to melt away. What started as a simple kiss turned into something deeper, something neither of you had planned.
His hands found your waist, yours tangled in his hair, and before you knew it, the lines between friendship and something more had blurred entirely.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your cheeks flushed. Yukimiya looked at you with wide eyes, his glasses slightly fogged, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
“Did we just…” you began, trailing off.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Neither of you knew what to say after that, so you didn’t say anything at all. Instead, you lay back on his bed, your hands still intertwined as the silence settled over you like a blanket.
Both you and Yukimiya were scouted for modeling—him for his sharp, athletic looks, and you for your natural, understated charm. And maybe because Yukimiya dragged you to every meeting because he "couldn't do it alone."
He could, by the way, but he didn't want to be without you longer than neccessary.
But you were always so thankful to him, the industry was intimidating, but having him by your side made it bearable.
“You’ve got crumbs,” Yukimiya teased one morning during a shoot, brushing powdered sugar off your cheek from the donut you’d been eating.
“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, wiping coffee foam from his lip. Lips you'd kissed far too often to be considered 'just friends' anymore...but all you were doing was helping each other release energy.
It was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing was weird whenever you were with him.
The photographer snapped a picture of you two mid-laugh, and it became one of your favorite memories—a candid moment that felt more real than anything else.
When Yukimiya was invited to Blue Lock, you encouraged him to go, even though the thought of being apart made your chest ache.
“Don’t forget about me,” you joked, forcing a smile as you handed him his bus ticket.
“Never,” he promised, his voice low and serious.
You couldn't put a finger on why your heart was screaming at you to make him stay when he leaned down to give you one last kiss while your parents backs were turned.
If this wasn't his dream, maybe you would have.
Leaving for Blue Lock was the hardest decision Yukimiya ever made. He hated the thought of being away from you, but he knew he had to take the chance if he wanted to achieve his dream.
He worked tirelessly, determined to prove himself and earn his way back to the real world—not for glory, but so he could call you.
The day he scored enough goals to get his phone back, the first thing he did was call you.
“Yuki?” Your voice on the other end of the line made his heart ache with relief.
“Hey,” he said softly. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion.
His teammates teased him mercilessly when they saw his lock screen: a picture of the two of you in matching robes, laughing over coffee and donuts.
“Who’s that?” Karasu asked, leaning over his shoulder.
“My best friend,” Yukimiya replied, his tone too soft for the teasing that followed.
“Just a ‘best friend,’ huh?” Karasu smirked. “Sure doesn’t look that way to me.”
He ignored the crow-like boy the rest of the night, but the truth was, Karasu was right. You weren’t just his best friend. You were his everything.
The roar of the crowd still echoed in the stadium as Yukimiya scanned the field, his gaze darting between his teammates and the celebrating fans. But then he spotted you. Standing at the edge of the field, looking up at him with that same smile he’d seen a thousand times before—on playgrounds, in his room, and through the screen of his phone.
Without a second thought, he ran to you, dodging past reporters and teammates. Before you could say a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle. The world blurred around you, and all you could focus on was the way his laughter vibrated against your chest and the warmth of his embrace.
When he set you down, you barely had time to catch your breath before he cupped your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours. “I think…” he began, his voice trembling. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft and sure, as if he’d been waiting his entire life to do this. The noise of the stadium faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
“Oh, is this the best friend?” Otoya's voice cut through the moment, and you pulled away, cheeks burning as you turned to see him smirking, Karasu snickering beside him.
“ ‘Best friend’ my ass,” Karasu added, crossing his arms and shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Yukimiya’s ears turned bright red, but he didn’t let go of you. Instead, he shot Karasu a glare before looking back at you, his gaze softening. “They can say whatever they want,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear before he leaned down one more time to kiss you again.
You couldn’t help but think back to when you were kids, when Yukimiya’s speed and energy left everyone else in the dust. You’d always been the shy one, the one who struggled to keep up. But Yukimiya had never minded.
He’d slowed down for you, waited for you, and in doing so, made you feel like you were the only one who could ever truly match him. And now, standing here in his arms, you realized that he’d never stopped waiting.
Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, you’d always be grateful that he’d chosen to stay by your side.
heyyyy girl, may i request "dacryphilia" with yukimiya? ^v^
omgeee yes ofc my love <33 yukimiya (that sexyyy man) comin right up!!
how are you btw?? feels like i haven't talked to you in forever (which is my bad, I've been so busy with life)
also, here is the full list if anyone wants to request anything!!
kenyu yukimiya x fem!reader
warnings: dacryphilia, degradation, pet names, mentioning of vaginal sex
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“Aww, look at you,” Kenyu says, raising your chin to look at him. Your jaw is sore from sucking his cock, and your mascara is smudged.
Your lips quiver slightly, and the tears in your eyes sting from the makeup.
“You couldn’t finish me off, could you?” he asks. “All because you are such a little crybaby.” Kenyu’s coos and soothing touch almost make his words nonexistent to you, but that is never the case.
“‘M not a crybaby,” you pout, a tear falls from your face, catching your lie.
“You sure?” he asks rhetorically; he already knows the answer. “I love seeing those big tears of yours.”
“You’re mean,” you retort. This makes him chuckle.
“It’s okay, baby, I will fuck the tears out of you instead,” he offers. Your eyes widen at this revelation. He helps you to your feet before pinning you up against a wall. He really knocks you off your feet with how fast his movements are.
“K-Kenyu,” you gasp.
“Just you wait, baby,” he starts. “You won’t be able to form coherent words when I’m done with you.”
i don’t have one particular fav, but i always had a soft spot for Toji - he’s so manly and huge and sexy but misunderstood and seems like a sweet talker to women…SHIU IS SIMILAR TOO MMMMM
CW: Kinda ooc Yukimiya(I'm not good at right him), pet names(angel)
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Yukimiya won't let anyone skip class...
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Sitting out on the roof, I sketch up some new designs. The tap of angry footsteps fill my ears.
“Are you skipping class again?”
I scoff and roll my eyes at him
“No shit sherlock.”
“Do you kiss your mouth with that mouth? So foul.”
“If you’re done yapping, you can leave.”
Yukimiya rubs his temple, he walks closer to me.
“Look, you’re absent from most of your classes almost every day. I can’t imagine you're going to graduate at this rate.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No you won’t, don’t you care about your future? What do you plan on doing if you can’t graduate?”
Yukimiya steps closer and places his hand on my shoulder and looks at me with a soft, concerned expression.
“I just don’t wanna see you fail.”
A slight blush creeps on my face. His voice was sweet yet stern. His smile is commanding yet gentle. His touch was warm and meaningful. Why does he care about me so much? I’m so flustered and lost in thought that I dropped my sketchbook. Curiously, he picks it up.
“Can I look through it?”
“Yea I guess.”
Yukimiya flipped through the pages of the book, he looked almost starstruck.
“You designed these?”
“Yea, it’s been a passion of mine my whole life.”
“You’re amazing.”
My face heats up at his compliment.
“Uhhh, thanks. I plan to start my own line actually.”
“Can I be your first model?”
Yukimiya wants to model for me? I can’t look him in the eyes anymore.
“Uh yeah that’s fine.”
He takes out his phone and hands it to me; he wants my number? He smiles as I put my contact in.
“I’ll be waiting for the day I can model for you, angel.”
He winks before heading back down from the roof.
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Thank you for reading! I don't remember where I was going with this. Might fix it up or make another part someday.
I really hope one day i become recognised as THE kenyu stan on tumblr itd be the dream lowkey . id actually die for him and my followers on wp/my moots know how serious I am about him like to the point i need to take a breather :| . every time he gets a new manga panel i actually start viscerally sobbing in my bed and stare at it for a good ten minutes before moving on AND DONT EVEN GET ME DTARTED ON WHEN HE APPEARED IN THE ANIME. my friebd got a 2 minute crying audio from me 🤫🤫🤫. i acc ended up liking a guy from school just because he had the sane glasses and cut as him VRUHH .
anyways tldr i just wanted to go on a rant about how deeply in love i am with kenyu yukimiya and how im the NUMBER ONE kenyu stan no competition
scene had me CONVULSINHGHH DEARR GODDDD GINME THATRRRT
