Going shopping in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend.
You’re out shopping with your boyfriend when you suddenly decide you need to stop by Victoria’s Secret. No warning. No hesitation. You grab his hand and drag him in. Now he’s surrounded by lace, bras, and mannequins in underwear and he’s just trying to keep it together.
Part 3: Ness, Hiori, Shidou Kaiser, Niko, Sae,
Content Warning: light suggestive themes
📝 Requests: OPEN
🎀 Alexis Ness
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Follows you without question, even if he’s definitely overthinking every step. He glances at the store sign, then back at you.
“We're going here?"
You say yes. He nods. Quiet. Blushing already.
What he does while you shop:
Sticks close but doesn’t hover. He’s trying to act normal, fidgeting slightly with his hands behind his back, eyes on anything but the lace and satin surrounding him. Looks down. Looks at you. Looks away.
You catch him fidgeting with his sleeve while he waits for you to browse. He’s definitely trying.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “Thoughts?”
His face goes red.
“I—um—if you like it, then yeah.”
He gives a fast nod and looks away, covering his mouth with one hand like he’s trying not to stare. But later, when you're holding two options and trying to decide, he surprises you. Leans in just a little, voice low.
“…Whichever one you wear first,” he says, still red but smiling now, “just don’t expect me to focus on anything else.”
Then he looks away again, all innocent, like he didn’t just say that.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Doesn’t even blink. Just follows you in with that usual soft look on his face, hands in his pockets, voice easy.
“Need a new one? Alright, darlin’. Let’s go.”
He’s not making a scene. Not acting awkward. But the second he realizes where he is, like really thinks about it. The music, the lace, the pink lighting, the thongs with gemstones on them. He clears his throat and stays real close to you.
What he does while you shop:
Stays quiet. Patient. Watches you browse while pretending he’s not surrounded by mannequins in lingerie.
If you glance back at him, he gives you a half smile and says, “Take your time.” But he’s blushing. You can see it. Just a little.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up a soft blue set. “What do you think?”
He blinks once. Then again.
“Uhh… yeah. That’s real pretty.”
You tilt your head. “On me, or in general?”
He laughs under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
“On you. No question.”
You grab a second option. Lace, low cut.
He swallows. Looks. Looks again. And says
“Get that one and I’m gonna need a minute." He says playfully.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Grins. Immediately.
“Hell yeah,” He says, already walking faster than you. “Bout damn time."
He’s looking around like hes in a candy store, except it’s satin, lace, and dim lighting. Zero shame.
What he does while you shop:
Follows you like it’s a game. Touches hangers. Picks up random pieces and holds them up to you without even checking the size.
“This one’s cute. This one’s fun. Though look at this one~" He says with a light whistle. He says all of that out loud by the way. Doesn’t whisper. Doesn’t care.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “Do you like this one?”
He shrugs, eyes low, grinning like the devil.
“I don’t care what you get, babe.”
Steps closer. Voice low.
“As long as I’m the one takin’ it off.”
You give him a look. He winks. And you already know he’s dead serious. He tries to follow you into the fitting room. He doesn’t carry the bag on the way out. He just keeps saying,
“You gonna show me later, right?”
Loud enough for everyone in a 10 foot radius to hear.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Groans the second he sees the sign.
“Seriously?”
Rolls his eyes. Follows you in anyway. Loud sigh. Hands shoved in his coat pockets. He doesn’t like the lighting. Doesn’t like the music. Doesn’t like that you’re making him stand next to mannequins in thongs. But he’s here. And now that he’s here, he’s involved.
What he does while you shop:
Leans against a display, acting like he doesn’t care but watching everything.
You pick something up? He’s already shaking his head.
“That color’s boring. Try this one.”
Points to something completely different. Way bolder. Way him.
Doesn’t touch anything. Just stands there giving commentary like a high end fashion judge.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You: “I really like this one.”
Him: “It’s fine.”
You: “You don’t like it?”
Him: shrugs “You’re hot. You’ll look good in anything. But this—”
He holds up something he picked, black, strappy, probably lacy.
“—looks better.”
You try to push back. He just gives you that look. You end up buying both. Maybe three. He doesn’t blink when the total shows up. Just pays. All of it. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t say you’re welcome. Just hands you the bag and whispers,
“You’re wearing my pick first.”
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Tense. Shoulders up. Jaw set. He walks in behind you like he’s entering somewhere he shouldn't be. Doesn’t say much. Just mutters, “Alright…” under his breath and stays close. He looks like he's almost bored. Like this isn’t that serious. But watching everything.
What he does while you shop:
Keeps his distance at first. Hangs back. Stares at his shoes. But every time you glance at him, he looks up. You hold something up? His eyes twitch like he’s trying not to react.
You ask, “Do you like this one?” He shrugs.
But then—
You say, “I really want your opinion.”
And his eyes widen.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
He blinks. Freezes. Realizes you’re serious. And then he actually pays attention instead of looking away in embarrassment. Still flustered. Still blushing. But now he’s studying the material like it’s game footage.
“This one… uhm…”
He clears his throat. Rubs his neck. Avoids your eyes.
“I-I mean, the cut’s good. That strap thing matches the other—like it—uh—flows.”
He’s explaining in full detail now. Trying his best to sound confident while stuttering through every word.
“You should get that one. And the other one. T-They go together.”
You smile. He looks away. Red all the way to his ears.
He walks out with your bag in one hand and his sanity barely there anymore.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Unbothered. Completely. He doesn’t blink at the sign, doesn’t question where you’re going, just follows you in with a blank expression and zero urgency. You’re the one shopping. He’s just… here.
What he does while you shop:
Leans against the nearest wall. Scrolls through his phone once. Doesn’t look up much. You’d think he’s not paying attention until someone walks too close to you and he lifts his eyes fast enough to make them back off. He’s calm. Quiet. Watching without looking like he is.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. Light. Lacy.
He looks for about 2 seconds. Not that he didn't care. he just analyzed it that quick.
“Get that one.”
You raise a brow. “You sure?”
His eyes don’t move.
“You asked. That one’s good.”
Plain. Simple. Final. You try on a second one, just to tease. He glances. Then back at his phone.
“The first one.”
No blushing. No stuttering. But he’s paying attention.
Pays for it without a word. Carries the bag without being asked. On the way out, he leans in and says,
“If you’re wearing that later, don’t bother making plans.”
Going shopping in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend.
You’re out shopping with your boyfriend when you suddenly decide you need to stop by Victoria’s Secret. No warning. No hesitation. You grab his hand and drag him in. Now he’s surrounded by lace, bras, and mannequins in underwear and he’s just trying to keep it together.
Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi
Content Warning: light suggestive themes
📝 Requests: OPEN
💙 Isagi Yoichi
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
He panics. Not dramatically, but it’s all over his face.
You tug his hand and say “I need a new bra,” before walking straight through the glass doors without a second thought. He hesitates for half a second before following you in, kinda like a loyal puppy who’s just realized he’s in unfamiliar territory.
“You seriously—? W-We’re going in here?”
The lighting is pink. The mannequins are bold. The displays are full of lace. And he truly didn't know where to look.
What he does while you shop:
Stands like a statue next to a table full of folded thongs, trying so hard not to look like a creep. He’s checking his phone, but not actually doing anything on it... Just unlocking and relocking the screen like that’s going to get him through this. His eyes dart around the store like he's expecting to get tackled at any second. He pretends to be really interested in a bottle of body mist just so he has something to focus on.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
The second you hold something up and ask, “What about this one?” — he deadass short circuits.
His face goes bright red. His hands come up like he’s surrendering.
“Y-Yeah. Cute. You’d look good in… "
He trails off, looking away.
"I mean, it’s cute.”
He can’t look at it too long or he’ll combust. He says “cute” four times in a row and you have to hold back a laugh. Deep down? He’s honored you’re even asking. But he’s absolutely not surviving this trip.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Doesn’t flinch. Walks right in behind you with his hands in his pockets like it’s just another store. He’s usual calm expression on his face, maybe even a little smirk.
“Need a new bra? Fine. Let’s go.”
Like he’s doing you the favor by walking in. Like he’s totally used to this.
He is not
What he does while you shop:
Starts off casual. Leans against the wall. Nods like he’s analyzing the inventory. Occasionally raises a brow at a bright pink lace set like he has opinions. Definitely says something like, “That’s not even functional,” under his breath. But the longer you browse, the more he shifts. His arms cross tighter. His mouth stops moving. His posture gets tenser. His confidence starts cracking slowly. Quietly.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You turn around and hold up a set. It's a beautiful shade of red, almost the same shade as his hair.
“Do you like this one?”
His mouth opens. Closes. His ears flush.
“Uh— yeah. I mean… I guess. It’s fine.”
You hold up another, swaying your hips to the side, like you were posing.
“Or this?”
Now his cheeks and ears turning pink.
“Sure. I mean—whatever makes you comfortable.”
You don’t say anything, but you see it. This man is overheating in real time. By the time you’re headed to the register, he’s looking everywhere except at you, arms crossed, jaw tight, absolutely not making eye contact with any of the mannequins.
Still says, “You’ll look good in whatever,” under his breath on the way out. And he means it.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Doesn’t argue, but he lets out a huge sigh and rolls his eyes before staring at the storefront like it personally offended him. You tug his hand and say, “Come on,” and he follows. Reluctantly. Silently.
“...Seriously?” He says it under his breath, but you hear it.
The moment the doors close behind him, he looks like he wants to vanish. His eyes flick away from everything. His jaw’s tight. His hands are in his pockets and he’s not letting them out.
What he does while you shop:
Stands in the most boring, neutral spot he can find, right next to the scent display or behind a pillar like he’s hoping the store forgets he exists. Avoids eye contact with everyone. Refuses to look at anything made of lace. Keeps his head slightly down but glances at you from the corner of his eye like he’s making sure no one else is looking at you either. And after you've shown him a couple bras, get his opinion, you walk off to look at more. But Rin He turns away, covers the bottom half of his face with his hand, and exhales hard.
His brows are furrowed. His ears are red. His whole face is fighting itself.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up something soft and strappy. “What about this one?”
He doesn’t look.
“I don’t care. Pick whatever.”
You raise an eyebrow before frowning.
“You’re not even looking.”
He glances. Regrets it instantly.
By the third one, he’s not even pretending to play it cool.
He’s bright red, mouth hidden behind his hand again, muttering under his breath. But when you check out, he still carries the bag. And when you walk past the window, he never looks back. Not once.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
He loves it. Doesn't hesitate. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t even ask where you’re going! Just follows you inside like a golden retriever on a mission.
“Oooohhh we’re goin’ in here? Fun~”
He’s already grinning. Already looking around. You’re supposed to be shopping for yourself, but somehow he's also shopping for you.
What he does while you shop:
He’s touching everything. Picks up a feathered robe and his eyes light up way more than they should.
“This feels insane. I want one.” Points at a sparkly bra: “You’d look hot in that.”
Waves at a mannequin. You don’t know why. He’s just being Bachira. He disappears for five minutes and comes back with three items you absolutely didn’t ask for, saying,
“Okay hear me out— try this one on just for fun.” With the most evil smirk on his lips
How he handles you picking stuff out:
He’s fully involved. You hold something up? “Cuuute. Try on that blue one next." Something spicier? Stares, just stares. Like his mind is wandering places it shouldn't before grinning and nodding his head with a thumbs up. He’s not embarrassed. He’s not shy. He’s not even whispering.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Stiffens instantly. Doesn’t stop you, doesn’t argue, just follows you inside with the kind of face that says he’s concentrating on not looking weird. His posture goes straight. His hands go in his pockets. And his eyes go anywhere but the walls.
“Uh… okay. Cool. You need a new one we will get you a new one."
What he does while you shop:
Stands politely off to the side, near the sports bras because they feel the least scandalous. If we are being for real he looks like he’s waiting for a bus. Doesn’t touch anything. Doesn’t move much. Just nods when you show him something and says “Yeah,”
Internally? He’s panicking.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up a black lace one. “What about this?”
His eyes widen. He blinks hard.
“Uh… yeah. That’s… that’s good. I mean, if you like it. Looks— looks fine.”
You smirk. Hold up something even bolder.
He blanks.
Covers his mouth. Looks away.
“Y-You’d look good in anything,” He mumbles.
On the way out, you catch him peeking in the bag. Just once.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t question. Walks in with you like he’s the one who suggested it.
“Oh? You need new stuff? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Hand already in his pocket. Platinum card on deck. He’s smiling, nodding at displays like he’s been here before... Because he has.
He’s already planning a shopping spree and y’all just stepped inside.
What he does while you shop:
Helps. Fully. Picks out colors, sizes, textures. Brings you options.
Says things like, “You need one of everything in this collection. It'd compliment you well."
He’s holding half the store in his arms. He’s asking sales associates for fitting rooms. He’s comparing items like it’s an investment portfolio.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “What about this one?” He lights up instantly.
“That one’s gorgeous. But grab the red one too— I think it’ll look even better on you.”
You laugh. “Reo, I don’t need all this—”
He leans in a little, voice warm.
“I know. But I want you to have it.”
No teasing. No pressure. Just soft, genuine affection behind the eyes. He likes seeing you happy.
You walk out with three bags and he still says, “That’s it?”
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
He sighs. Not annoyed, just sleepy.
“Do we have to?”
You say yes. He shrugs and follows you in with zero fight. Hands in his hoodie pocket. Looks like he just woke up.
“Guess I’ll stand somewhere… Man this is a hassle....”
What he does while you shop:
Leans against a wall and barely moves.He’s not embarrassed at first, mostly just bored. Looking at the ceiling. Then at you. Then back at the ceiling. Probably yawns once or twice.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up something lacy. “Cute, right~?”
He blinks. Eyes wide. Ears turning red. Doesn’t say a word. Just nods. Once. Stiff. You hold up another. He nods again. Face now red. Doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t even blink.
You tilt your head with a smirk. “You okay?”
He nods one more time. Slower. "Yeah.. They look fine."
Completely unresponsive. You’re trying on outfits in the mirror, he’s standing behind you like a statue, no longer looking at you. Maybe a peek now and then.
Going shopping in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend.
You’re out shopping with your boyfriend when you suddenly decide you need to stop by Victoria’s Secret. No warning. No hesitation. You grab his hand and drag him in. Now he’s surrounded by lace, bras, and mannequins in underwear and he’s just trying to keep it together.
Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu
Content Warning: light suggestive themes
📝 Requests: OPEN
🦁 Barou Shoei
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Refuses. At first. Fully stops outside the door and stares at you like you’ve lost your mind.
“Why the hell would I go in there?”
You roll your eyes
“Because you’re my boyfriend,” and start walking anyway.
He follows. Grumbling the whole time. Doesn’t make eye contact with a single person. Stiff as hell.
“Get your bra and let’s leave.”
What he does while you shop:
Stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight, glaring at a shelf full of pink lace like it personally insulted him. Keeps whispering, 'Tch. What’s the point of this?' But he hasn’t blinked since you walked away. Keeps looking at you. Watching how you touch things. Narrowing his eyes when someone else walks by too close.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. “This one?”
He scoffs. Looks away. Then looks back. Then back again.
“…Yeah,” He mutters. “Get it.”
You grin. “What was that?”
He clears his throat. Louder this time:
“Yeah. That one.”
His arms are still crossed. His ears are red. You grab a second option. He doesn’t argue.
He’ll pretend to hate it, but he’ll carry your bag on the way out like it’s not full of lace.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t hesitate. Just walks in with you like it’s any other store.
“You want a new one?” He says, brushing your hand gently with his thumb. “Alright. Let’s find one you love.”
His tone is soft. Steady. No embarrassment, no nerves. He’s been around beauty his whole life, but you’re the only thing he’s focused on right now.
What he does while you shop:
Stays beside you, hands relaxed in his coat pockets, occasionally glancing over your shoulder as you flip through hangers.
If you pause in front of something, he notices.
“You like that one?” he asks, voice quiet.
You nod.
He just says, “Okay,” and takes it gently from the rack to carry for you. No fuss. No attention drawing. He’s just making sure you don’t have to think too hard.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up a soft blush colored set. “Thoughts?”
He doesn’t look away from you. Just gives a small, warm smile.
“If you like it, I like it.”
You laugh. “You sure I’m not overdoing it?”
He shifts the growing pile in his arm, leans in a little.
“You want that one, babe?”
You nod.
“Okay.”
Simple. Final. No hesitation. By the end of the trip, he’s the one reminding you to get the matching robe.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Smirks.
“You sure you wanna go in there?" He teases.
But he’s already walking through the doors behind you, one hand in his pocket, the other resting casually on your lower back. He doesn’t look nervous. He looks interested.
What he does while you shop:
Leans on displays like he owns them. Gives opinions you didn’t ask for. Winks at you in the mirror. Definitely says something like, “That one looks like trouble. I like it.” Picks up a silk robe just to run his fingers over it, then glances at you like, "You’d ruin this, y’know.”
He’s not being gross. He’s being Aiku. Confident, playful, and watching you like you’re the best thing in the store.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up something soft, simple. “What about this one?”
He grins. Tilts his head.
“Mmm. Cute. But what about that one—”
Points to something way bolder. Smirking.
“Too much?”
You shake your head. “You’d get arrested if I wore that out.”
He shrugs. “Then we stay in.”
Still ends up paying for all of it. Still makes a comment under his breath about modeling it for him later. Still opens the car door for you like a gentleman. Just a very dangerous one.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
“Victoria’s what?”
You say, “Come on, I need a new bra,” and he follows without another word. No questions. Just calm curiosity. Steps inside, takes one look around… Freezes.
“Oh.”
Now he gets it.
Eyes widen just a little. He clears his throat and pushes his hair back, already trying to act like he’s not flustered yet curious.
What he does while you shop:
Quiet. Keeps a small distance but always in view. Watching you. Paying attention. If you look back at him, he gives you a small nod.
If you ask, “You okay?”
He just goes, “Yeah.” Soft. Steady. Blushing.
He doesn’t know where to look, but he’s still looking at you.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold something up. Something light and strappy.
“Too much?” you ask.
He blinks. Looks at it. Then at you. Then quickly back down.
“…No,” he mumbles. “It’s nice.”
You try another one. His ears go red.
You ask again, “This one?”
He just nods. Doesn’t say yes or no. Just… nods. A little slower. A little pinker. You’re doing it on purpose now. And he knows it. But he’s not complaining.
Hands you the bag on the way out like it weighs 40 pounds. Doesn’t say a word. Just walks a little closer than usual.
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Already smiling. Already way too comfortable.
“Finally,” Ge grins, swinging the door open for you. He walks in like it’s a party. Hands in his jacket pockets. Eyes casually skimming the shelves like he’s not completely focused on you.
What he does while you shop:
Hypes you up. Loudly. Playfully. Constantly.
“Babe, hold that one up again, yeah that one.”
“Wait— turn this way. Yeah go ahead and get that."
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You hold up a deep red set. “Too much?”
He smirks, tilts his head. “Not enough.”
You laugh. “Be serious.”
“I am.”
Then you show him a softer one, light pink, delicate lace. He softens. Just a little.
“That’s real pretty.” His voice drops slightly. “You should get that too.”
You’re expecting him to keep teasing, but instead he just leans in and says,
“Gonna look amazing on you. Promise.”
By the time you’re paying, you’re flustered.
He’s smug. Hands in pockets. Holding the bag and giving you that look like,
“We’re going home after this, right?”
Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret:
Zero hesitation. Just follows you inside with his hands in his pockets and a small grin on his face.
“Victoria’s Secret? Alright.”
Like he’s seen it all before, and now he’s just excited to see you in it. He’s not nervous. Not flustered. Not even stiff.
What he does while you shop:
Leans against a display like he belongs there. Watching you flip through hangers. Lowkey smirking every time you hold something up.
Definitely throws out a quiet,
“Damn, that one babe,”
Says it like he’s commenting on the weather. Doesn’t even raise his voice.
How he handles you picking stuff out:
You: “Do you like this one?”
Him: smirks “Yeah. A lot.”
You: “Should I get it?”
Him: “Get two.”
You pull a lacy black one off the rack. He whistles under his breath.
“Hot. I love it.”
He flirts. He lingers. He gives subtle glances that say more than words ever could. And the best part?
He’s still the one carrying the bag on the way out, hand on your lower back like you’re already his whole world.
hi marie!! ok i KNOW ur kinda new here but fr i just gotta say… ur fics?? SO GOOD. like for real i fell in love w ur writing right away 😭 i love how u write diff bluelock characters too i swear i LIIIIVE for ur fics 💕💕
sooo uh i got a lil req if u don’t mind hehe 😁 was thinkin maybe u could do a series w diff bluelock boys?? idea’s kinda like:
the boys & reader goin to the beach n when reader takes off her coverup n shows a 🔥 swimsuit he just… freezes. straight up BLUSHIN so hard bc it’s the first time he’s seen her like that 😭 reader just laughs n teases him while he keeps sneakin lil glances. then later under the umbrella she’s like “hey can u put sunscreen on my back?” n she unties her top n lays down n he’s SO flustered tryna rub it in carefully. ties her back up after n they go in the water but then he sees dudes checkin her out. he gets all jealous n pulls her close, hands on her waist, hips, even taps her butt lol holdin her tight like “she’s mine.” then he sees a guy STILL starin n he glares n mouths “imma kill u” while reader’s gigglin callin him clingy n he just hugs her tighter lmaoo
i know it’s kinda long 😭😭 but i wanted 2 make it clear hehe hope u like it 🤭 ANYWAY i love ur fics so bad girl u keep SLAYIN 💋 ur fics r like comfort food fr idk how u keep doin it but not surprised tbh ur brain??? UNSTOPPABLE. every fic’s a banger don’t stop bestie 💋💋 keep killin it 💕❤️
Got me cheeseing over here omg. You don't know how much these messages mean to me, like, actually. It's ironic as a writer that I do not have the words to say how much this means to me :,) So thank you. <3 (also I love this request)
Waves and Sunscreen
Requested.
It’s the first beach day of the summer and you and your boyfriend make time to go to the beach. You take off your coverup, and suddenly your boyfriend can't look away from you.
Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi
Requests: OPEN
💙 Isagi Yoichi
When you take off your cover-up:
You’re standing near the cooler talking about which drink you want when you casually pull your cover-up over your head. Just a towel and a breath of wind, and suddenly you’re standing there in the kind of swimsuit that truly has him at a loss for words. Isagi looks up mid-sentence… and forgets what he was going to say all together. His mouth stays half open. A water bottle slips from his hand and thuds softly into the sand.
You turn around. “You okay?”
He blinks. Slowly. Then swallows hard.
“Y-Yeah,” he says. But his voice cracks, and his face goes red.
“I mean, yeah, I just—uh. You look really… really good.”
You stare for a moment before a laugh escapes your lips, already walking toward the umbrella like it’s nothing. He’s frozen in place, replaying the image in his head. You in a swimsuit? That swimsuit? He was not expecting.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You flop down on your towel and undo your bikini top like it’s no big deal.
“Can you get my back?” you ask, chin in your arms.
“Wha—now?”
You tilt your head. “Yeah, now. It’s the sunniest part of the day.”
He hesitates like he’s preparing for a high-stakes penalty kick.
Then finally kneels next to you, unscrews the bottle, and gently squirts some into his hand. Way too much btw.
You don’t say anything. You’re just waiting.
He starts rubbing it in, and it’s barely a touch. His hands are soft, hesitant, staying high up on your shoulders and only daring to smooth along your back when you exhale a little laugh.
“Relax,” you tease. "I'm not that fragile."
He mutters something under his breath. Quiet. Almost too soft to hear.
“T-That’s not what I’m worried about…”
When he ties your top back up, his hands fumble with the knot. You can feel his fingers shaking.
In the water, when guys start staring:
You’re waist-deep, hair wet, laughing as you splash him.
He’s smiling, until his eyes shift over your shoulder. Two guys standing farther down the shore. Staring. His expression changes instantly. He moves closer. One arm around your waist. Then the other. Pulls you back into him, your back against his chest.
You blink. “Yoichi?”
He doesn’t answer. Just rests his chin on your shoulder like he’s relaxing, but he’s definitely watching. When one guy won’t stop looking, Isagi narrows his eyes and mouths something that makes the guy look away real quick.
When you take off your cover-up:
He sees it happen out of the corner of his eye, just a quick movement as you pull the fabric off your shoulders. He turns his head without thinking, then stops. Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t react right away. Just goes quiet. You glance over, and he’s standing there with a hand on his hip, blinking slowly, mouth pressed in a tight line.
“…What?” you ask, smirking.
“Nothing,” he says. His voice is calm, but his ears are pink.
“You look good.” He says bluntly.
He clears his throat, looks off toward the water, and pretends he’s totally unfazed. But when you walk past him to grab sunscreen, he definitely takes another look.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out on your towel and untie your top like it’s normal, and for you, it is. But for him? He hesitates for a second when you hand him the bottle.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He doesn’t answer. Just kneels beside you, pours a little lotion into his hand, and starts rubbing it in. His hands are warm. Careful. But not shy. He keeps his touch steady as well as focused, and quiet.
You glance back and see the small crease between his brows.
“Are you concentrating?”
He exhales. “Trying not to mess it up.”
When he finishes, he ties the top back without making a show of it. Doesn’t say anything extra. But you catch him stealing a look at your shoulder as you sit up, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s keeping something to himself.
In the water, when guys start staring:
At first, he doesn’t notice. He’s busy watching the waves, wiping water from his eyes, squeezing water out of his hair. But when he does catch one guy looking a little too long, and then another...He doesn’t say anything, just swims closer. His hand settles lightly on your waist. Then he moves behind you, stays close, almost casual.
You raise an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
He nods.
“Yeah. Just staying close.”
Another guy looks again. Chigiri meets his eyes once, and doesn’t look away until the guy does. You smile, nudging his foot underwater.
“You’re not subtle.”
He glances up once. Then again. Slower the second time. You look over and catch the crease in his brow. The subtle sigh through his nose.
“That’s not the one you said you were bringing.”
You shrug. “Changed my mind.”
He looks away fast. Shakes his head.
“Tch. You could’ve said something.”
You walk past him, and he mutters something under his breath, too quiet to catch. But his ears are red, and he won’t look at you directly for a full minute.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down on your towel, reach behind your neck, and untie your top without warning.
“Can you do my back?”
He sits up fast.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing? We’re in public.”
You just glance over your shoulder. “I’m laying on my stomach. No one can see anything.”
“That’s not the point.”
He looks around like someone’s already staring, then shifts to kneel beside you, blocking the view out of instinct. You hand him the sunscreen. He takes it, muttering under his breath.
“I swear to god…”
Still, he starts rubbing it in. Quiet. Focused. His touch is a little rushed at first, like he wants this over fast, but then slows down when you relax.
You peek back at him. “You’re doing a lot for someone who just complained.”
“Yeah, well,” he mutters. “Don’t untie your top in public next time.”
When he finishes, he ties it back tight. No lingering. No teasing. Just a quick knot and then he’s tossing your towel higher over your shoulders like he’s shielding you from the world. You roll your eyes, smiling into your arms. He sits beside you, arms crossed. Still annoyed. Still red.
In the water, when guys start staring:
You’re laughing, relaxed, floating near him and he’s too busy watching the shore. He sees it happen. One guy. Then another. Next thing you know, Rin’s behind you. Hands on your hips. Calm grip, firm enough to make a point.
You turn your head. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” He glances at the guy again. “You’re fine right here.”
Another look. A longer one. Rin mouths something, low, short, and not even a little friendly.
You laugh under your breath. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
“No,” he says flatly. Then squeezes your waist just a little tighter.
He’s mid-frisbee throw when he glances over, just in time to catch you slipping the cover-up off your shoulders. The disc falls straight to the sand. He stares for a second too long. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open.
“Whoa.”
You turn around. “What?”
He grins, trying to play it cool, but the flush on his face says otherwise.
“You didn’t say it was that kind of swimsuit.”
You smirk. “Does it matter?”
“No, not at all~” he says, grabbing the frisbee without breaking eye contact, still smiling and eying you down.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down, untie your top, and hand him the bottle with a casual, “Get my back?”
He blinks. Tilts his head like he didn’t hear you right.
“…Who, me?”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay,” he grins, taking the bottle.
He kneels beside you, rubs the sunscreen into his palms, and gets to work. His touch is steady but light, not awkward, just careful. You can tell he’s being respectful, even if he keeps sneaking little glances at your expression like he’s waiting for you to call him out.
Once he’s done, he ties your top back with a gentle tug and sits back with a little nod of approval.
“Nice teamwork,” he says, brushing sand off his legs. “Next time, I get the towel spot though.”
You just smile and nudge his foot. He bumps yours right back.
In the water, when guys start staring:
At first, he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy splashing you, making dumb faces. But then he sees one guy looking for a little too long. He swims behind you fast, hands on your hips, grinning against your ear. You laugh, trying to shake him off, but he just tightens his grip. Then he looks right past you, catches the guy’s eye, and gives him the kind of smile that doesn’t look very friendly. Still soft, but sharp enough to mean something.
He’s setting up your beach chairs when he hears the soft rustle behind him. Turns around, and stops. You’re standing there, casual as ever, now in just your swimsuit. He blinks. Then quickly looks away like he didn’t just stare.
You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
But his voice is tight, and he’s suddenly a little too focused on adjusting the umbrella. You walk past him toward the towel and he glances again, just once. His ears are pink. His hands go straight into his pockets. He clears his throat.
“You look… really good.”
You look over as a smile appears on your lips.
"Thank you baby."
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out and untie your top, tossing him the bottle like you’ve done this a hundred times.
“Can you do my back?”
He catches it awkwardly.
“Right now?”
You nod. He’s already kneeling beside you before you can say anything else, trying his best to act normal. He squirts the sunscreen into his hand and rubs it in gently, quiet, calm, and way more careful than usual. You can feel him holding his breath a little.
“You okay back there?”
“Yeah,” he says quickly. “Just… being careful.”
He finishes and ties your top back with a firm tug, not letting himself say anything else. His hands linger for a second longer than needed, then he sits back, wiping his palms off.
In the water, when guys start staring:
He notices fast. You’re laughing, arms out in the waves, and he’s standing nearby until he sees a guy across the water very clearly not watching the tide. He doesn’t say anything. Just moves next to you. An arm slips around your waist. Then both. Pulls you in gently.
You blink. “Something wrong?”
“Nope,” he says, staring straight ahead. “Just stay close.”
He’s fixing the speaker, already relaxing with his sunglasses on when you call his name and toss your cover-up aside. He turns. Pauses. Smiles, slow and obvious.
“Well damn,” he says, eyes flicking up and down. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
You roll your eyes and keep walking, but he’s still looking with a giant grin, hands on his hips now, head tilted slightly.
“You wore that on purpose, huh?”
You throw him a grin over your shoulder. He just laughs and shakes his head. “Unreal.”
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You stretch out, untie your top, and hand him the bottle.
“Help me out?”
He raises an eyebrow. “You sure you trust me with this?”
“You gonna mess it up?”
“No. I’m gonna take my time.”
He kneels beside you, warms the sunscreen in his hands, and smooths it over your back with practiced ease. His fingers glide slow, not inappropriate, just confident. Like he knows what he’s doing and knows you know it, too. When he finishes, he ties your top without rushing, then leans down to whisper near your ear:
“Let me know if you ever want more help"
He teased before standing up and dusting the sand off his knees, his sunglasses still on his face. You scoff and swat at him, and he just laughs, smug, satisfied.
In the water, when guys start staring:
He’s got one arm around your waist already, pulling you in after a wave when his gaze flicks toward the shore. He sees it. That guy. Now because he has his sunglasses on, the pervert staring at you had yet to notice that Reo was staring daggers into him. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just shifts his stance, hand firm on your hip now.
You glance up. “What’s wrong?”
He nods toward the guy. “He’s been staring for a looong time." He said it playfully, but his gaze was still on the man, his body more stiff.
You raise an eyebrow. “You’re mad?"
Reo leans in, his voice low, his sunglasses falling down on his nose just enough so that you could see his eyes.
“I’ll buy the whole beach if it means they stop looking.”
You laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Rich and ridiculous,” he says, tugging you closer.
He’s laying flat under the umbrella, half-asleep, arm over his eyes.
Then you say, “Hey, toss me that towel?”
He lifts his head, and sees you standing there in your swimsuit. He blinks once. Then again.
“…Huh?”
You laugh. “What?”
He doesn’t answer. Just stares for a second longer than normal, then groans and throws the towel without aiming. It lands half on your foot.
“You said it was that one pink swimsuit." He mumbles.
You shrug. “It is.”
He sits up slowly, one hand still shielding his eyes.
“It’s not. " He groans staring at you in your blue two-piece,
"You look… crazy good. Not fair.”
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You lie down on your towel, untie your top, and roll the bottle over to him.
“Can you get my back?”
He sits up straighter. “Ugh… you sure?”
“You’re already awake.”
“Barely.”
Still, he drags himself over, sits beside you, and squirts the sunscreen into his palms. His touch is lazy but gentle, slow and careful, like he’s focusing way harder than he wants to admit.
“You’re so warm,” you mumble.
He mutters back, “Yeah, ’cause you’re stressing me out.”
When he finishes, he ties your top back with a loose, almost sleepy knot. Then flops onto his own towel face-down like he just ran a marathon.
In the water, when guys start staring:
You’re waist-deep, smiling, and floating next to him when he glances toward the beach and sees someone watching. He doesn’t say anything. Just moves behind you and places both hands lightly on your hips.
You turn your head. “What are you doing?”
“Gettin’ comfortable,” he mutters. But his eyes flick back to the guy, and they don’t look tired anymore.
When the guy doesn’t stop, Nagi lets out a sigh. Tightens his grip.
“Tell me when I can punch someone.”
You laugh. “You’re not punching anyone.”
“Then let me stand here.”
He stays locked on you like an anchor the rest of the swim.
