─────Blue Lock characters and distractions
Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader
Featuring. Isagi Yoichi / Itoshi Rin / Michael Kaiser / Itoshi Sae
Tags. fluff, crack, simp behaviour
A/n: I headcanon Kaiser is the biggest simp when he's fully committed.
Prompt:
You're visiting at training, but he can't focus with you there and sends you home.
Or,
Blue Lock characters being a simp, and trying (and failing!) to salvage their dignity.
Isagi Yoichi
➨ Never did he think the day would come that his head would be asorbed by anything else aside from football.
➨But there you were, painfully proving him wrong.
➨ Your eyes weren't even on him; you were looking at Rin whose turn it was now to shoot at goal.
➨ However, when it was Isagi's turn, he could feel your eyes on him, like two lasers burning through his back.
➨ He could feel heat crawling up his neck, his hands turning clammy.
➨ And before he knew it, he had misstepped. In a futile attempt at regaining the ball, he fumbled a shot at goal.
➨ He missed. By a landslide.
➨ Isagi could hear the faint snickering behind him, but his mind was elsewhere. Without a word, he stepped off the field, heading into your direction.
➨"Isagi?" You squeaked out, surprised when he appeared right in front of you.
➨ With no preamble, he pressed a kiss onto your lips, his forehead resting against yours.
Finally, his heart sung.
➨ "You make me crazy, you know that, right?" Isagi murmured, his warm breath caressing your lips.
➨ "Oh really?" You teased. "What are you going to do about it?"
➨ Sending you home is what he did. But even that was an attempt in vain, because even when you weren't there, you took up every damned corner his mind.
➨ But at the very least, you weren't there to witness his mishaps.
➨ (That didn't stop his teammates from making fun of him, though.)
➨ (Not that it worked. Because when it came to you, who really was Japanese's Poster Boy anyway?)
➨ Yours. Is there even any doubt here?
Itoshi Rin
➨ He can't concentrate. He can't think. He can't fucking control himself.
➨ And it was all. your. fault.
➨ When he fumbled another pass, he promptly took off, his expression thundering.
➨ "Rin! Hey, come back!" But Rin staunchly ignored the call, beelining straight towards you.
➨ Eyes widening in surprise, you stared up at Rin's looming figure. "Uh, hello?"
➨ "Leave." Rin bit out, the tips of his ears red.
➨ You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. "But... I just got here."
➨ Rin pursed his lips impatiently. "You're causing me problems."
➨ You quirked up an eyebrow. "Problems? What do you-- ohh." Realisation sunk in with an elated laugh.
➨ "Am I distracting you, Rin?" You leaned in with a smug grin on your face.
➨ "Shut. Up." Rin hissed. Adorably.
➨ You only smiled in return, standing up to gather your things. "Alright, I'll go. See you later, Rin."
➨ You pressed a chaste kiss onto his lips before you brushed past him. Rin froze, his lip tingling from the sensation, his face frozen between five different emotions.
➨ "Score many goals, okay?" You winked at him before you left. Rin couldn't help but stare at your swaying hips as you sauntered out of the training room.
➨ "Tch." Rin brushed it off.
➨ He didn't score many goals that day.
Michael Kaiser
➨ He's the emperor. He's the ruler of the field. He's the superlative of every adjective.
➨ He's a fucking loser who can't get his head into the game.
➨ It's driving him insane. You aren't even doing anything special, yet there you were, tripping and slipping him up.
➨ Blood was rushing to his ears, his hands clenched together, as if they missed the skinship of yours.
➨ And his heart? It was like he was tied to you by a string, tugging and tugging, trying to pull him to you, like the tide that'll always return to the embrace of the sea.
➨ And the worst thing? It was working.
➨ When Kaiser hit the goal post, he had had enough.
➨ He gracefully exited (stomped off) the field, chin held high, hand purposefully shoved into his side in a display of regality.
➨ "Hey, we aren't done here yet!" And "What are you doing?!" Followed his retreating back, but Kaiser didn't pay the underlings any heed.
➨ "Liebe." Kaiser appeared in front of you, a facsimile haughty look on his face that immediately crumbled the moment you set eyes on him.
➨ "Micha." You simply responded. And it was so fucking unfair, how much that did to his heart.
➨ He wanted you to disappear, to go away, if only so he could preserve the tiny scraps of dignity he had.
➨ But this was also the first time someone loved him. Regardless of football, regardless of his past. He couldn't muster up the feeling, let alone the words, to tell you off.
➨ With a sigh, he sat down and stroked your hair. He pushed a kiss into your hair. "You're doing things to me, Schatz." He whispered, stroking your hair.
➨ "Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. Looked him in the eye, and Kaiser melted into a puddle right there.
➨ "Mhm..." He mumbled, and because he couldn't say the words, he led with his actions.
➨ He gathered your laptop and pencase, putting it in your bag.
➨ You watched him with an astonished look on your face. "Uh... what are you doing?"
➨ "Wait at home for me." Kaiser pushed your bag in your hands, carefully avoiding eye contact.
➨ You blinked, baffled, but as you caught a glimpse of the red peeking through his blond locks, a grin spread over your lips.
➨"Alright," you said sweetly, brushing past him, noting the way his breath hitched when your fingers trailed an agonising path along his arm.
➨ "I'll see you at home." You had the audacity to wink, the audacity to leave Kaiser there, flushed and with a pounding heart, hand outstretched in that pathetic way when he wanted to grasp yours.
➨ It was safe to say that sending you away hadn't done anything in favour of his football.
➨ But for some inexplicably hopeless reason, the prospect of you waiting there at your home was enough to soften the blow.
Itoshi Sae
➨ He couldn't take it.
➨ Not that that's visible from the outside. No, he's mister nonchalant final boss externally.
➨ Internally? He's fucking tweaking. His heart's doing somersaults, his pulse is racing like it's its 9-5 job, and his lips are tingling so much that he would think a mosquito had taken its residence there.
➨ When Sae's ball was off by .2 inches (he's the only one who noticed), he was off.
➨ "Wah, Sae!" Someone called after him. Sae ignored it like always.
➨ But he couldn't ignore the way his chest gripped together, as if he was being run over by a train wreck. Not when you looked up at him like that.
➨ No, better, he was the train wreck. Because for some reason, the feeling of wanting, needing, yearning, only intensified the closer he was to you.
➨ And that just couldn't do.
➨ "Leave." He firmly said.
➨ You blinked. Damned eyes lashes.
➨ "Why?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.
➨ "You're making me feel things, and I don't like it." Sae blurted out.
➨ "I--oh, oh." You had to process that for a few seconds. Then, realisation struck you like Zeus's lightning. "Oh." You repeated, a smile spreading over your face.
➨ Sae's eyes narrowed, not trusting that smile of yours one bit.
➨ "Okay." And the scheming look was gone. Sae was caught off guard. Still suspicious. Still so fucking in love with you that he let it slip.
➨ You stood up, packed your things, and slung your bag over your shoulder.
➨ "I'll be at home," You whispered, closing the gap between you until mere inches of air were left.
➨ "Thinking about you." You murmured, brushing your lips against him, before pressing a soft kiss onto his lips.
➨ An electric zip! went along Sae's spine, but his face was as inflectionless as ever when he brushed a lock out of your face.
➨ "Don't stay up too late." He admonished. His fingers had a miniature tremble to them.
➨ "Wouldn't want to keep me waiting, right?" You smiled at him before sauntering off.
➨ If Sae rushed football that day, no one dared to ask, and he did not dare to think about that any harder.
➨ Because it was so obvious. Mister nonchalant final boss was irrevocably, completely, pathetically in love.
➨ And the worst thing? He didn't mind it one bit.
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