you stirred slowly out of your sleep from wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .
you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.
“hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.
and now you figured it out.
“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.
rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.
“you’re awake— i wasn—”
“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.
“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”
you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.
“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”
rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.
he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.
in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.
his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.
“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.
his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.
“mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.
he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.
he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!
─ ˚⊱ ୨ৎ ⊰˚ i heard a rumor that rin gets super sensitive when you suck it..
you kneeled down in between rin’s legs, his hard cock bouncing off his boxer once you took them off. his teal eyes staring at your movement each time— his fingers holding the sheets underneath him, feeling the sensation of him being sensitive already.
his breathing hitched as your tongue licked the tip of his member, precum already coating your taste buds.
"fuck.. right there," he groaned, tossing his head back against the bed frame, black hair fanning out. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "yeah... right like that..." his hips involuntarily twitched upward, seeking more contact.
your lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling that slick slit while your right hand squeezed his thick base. he cursed sharply in japanese, thighs trembling under your touch. "shit—shit, don't stop—" his grip tightened on your hair, not guiding, just hanging on like he might float away.
the low guttural sounds he made vibrated against your skull.
his rhythm faltered for a moment as you sucked harder, throat constricting around his shaft. his hips jerked uncontrollably, slapping against your face as he rode the sensation.
"wait—wait—" he breathed, gasping out. then his hips locked straight, eyes rolling back as the first burst of cum hit your tongue. his release was intense, back arching off the bed as he emptied himself into your mouth.
legs shaking, he let out a series of muffled curses, completely lost in the moment. his grip on your hair loosened, but his hands remained there, tangling in your locks.
after his cum came a second wave, softer this time, your tongue lapping it up slowly. the taste was saltier, sweeter—his essence now coating your taste buds completely.
"fuck... fuck," he rasped, breathing ragged. "that was..." he couldn't even finish the thought. his body went limp against the sheets, heart pounding, just staring up at you with those teal dazed, grateful eyes.
“one more time..?” you mumbled against his length.
his eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. he stared at your face buried between his legs, the slick evidence of his pleasure still clinging to your chin.
"more?" he choked out, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper. "you just— i just—" he couldn't even find the words. his hand came up to cover his eyes, embarrassed. "there's literally nothing left to give."
he dropped his head back against the frame, letting out a helpless laugh mixed with a broken moan. "you're fucking impossible..."
he was already trembling, overstimulated and absolutely drained. his cock was twitching softly, limp and sensitive against your lips. but even knowing he couldn't physically cum again, he didn't push you away. he trusted you.
"go ahead..." so you sank back down, lips brushing against his sensitive length. he flinched violently, nearly crying out. just the slightest contact had him squirming— the tip already swollen and leaking pinkish precum from his earlier release.
"ah— fuck, fuck fuck—" he hissed through clenched teeth.
his entire body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. a sharp, broken sob tore from his throat as your lips met the swollen, weeping tip. his hands flew down, fingers tangling desperately in your hair—not to push you away, but just to hold on for dear life.
his cock bucked against your mouth, completely unresponsive to pleasure anymore—just pure, overwhelming sensation. his abs cramped visibly, thighs shaking so hard they were hitting each other.
a pathetic, high-pitched whine escaped him that he would never admit to making. but your lips never stopped. gentle, soft licks over the leaking tip. he was so sensitive he couldn't even function. not even functioning. he was just— whimpering.
his body completely broke down. he couldn't even form words anymore, just a series of pathetic whimpers and broken sobs. his hips were bucking up into your mouth uncontrollably, his limp dick completely uncaring about stimulation—just reacting to the overwhelming sensation.
his back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock bucked violently against your lips. then came the thin spurts of cum into your mouth.
For the most part, Isagi was pretty chill when he wasn't playing soccer, so it didn't take long for him to tell his teammates about his girlfriend.
"Yeah like we're supposed to believe that." Barou scoffed when Isagi told them about the date he had planned for the two of you after practice.
"What? I can afford to take my girlfriend out to dinner." Isagi countered with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No not that..." Chigiri mumbled, "You having a girlfriend."
Looking around the room, now Isagi was confused. He saw himself as the most normal one out of the group.
✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi
If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.
It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.
"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."
"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.
"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.
✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi
Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.
When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.
"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.
Damn your little thigh kink.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.
"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."
"You saw what my thighs look like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.
There was nothing his girl was lacking.
✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi
Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.
Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.
And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.
This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.
"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"
That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.
"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.
"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."
"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.
How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?
part 2
i lowk forget i write for fandoms other than gachiakuta so here's your sign to SEND IN REQUESTS.
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
an: first multi character post ts was so hard but also kinda fun idk man. uhh yeah thats all i got. PLEASE FLOOD MY INBOX </3
it’s a normal day. you’re with your boyfriend, as usual, except he’s acting a little odd. not quite meeting your gaze, dark eyes staring at your lips.
“what’s wrong?” you look up from the ice cream he had offered you a minute ago. “something on my face?”
“yeah,” he murmurs. “i’ll get it for you.”
and you expected him to maybe wipe your cheek with a napkin, or his thumb. anything but for him to lick a drop of melted mint chocolate ice cream off the corner of your lip. you blink as his cold tongue runs over you, sending a shiver down your body.
wait, cold? but he didn’t eat any-
“hey!” you squeak. “what’re you-“
the audacity of him to smirk at you as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. flustered, you freeze, unsure of what he’s planning.
and then his lips meet yours and you gasp. the feeling was new: sharp, metallic, and utterly devastating.
he pulls back suddenly, breaking the kiss.
“wha…how?” you stutter. he sticks out his tongue at you. oh. you see it then, the silvery ball in between his tongue. the fucker got a tongue piercing behind your back.
“you like?” your boyfriend grins wide.
instead of answering, you kiss him again.
—ITOSHI RIN, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (bllk), gojo satoru, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, ryomen sukuna (jjk), SASUKE UCHIHA, gaara (naruto), tartaglia, KAZUHA, wriothesley (genshin) + your favs!
he saw it and he hated it. not just the guy, but the thought of losing you. now he’s fucking you like his life depends on it. “i’ll kill him. you’re mine. say it. fucking say it.” he’s feral and rough and breathing heavy. he’s slamming into you with bruising force. but the desperation is real. “don’t ever smile at someone else again. please. i can’t take it.” and when you whisper, “only you,” he kisses you like he’s breaking.
꒰ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ꒱
he saw it and didn’t say a word. just came up behind you, kissed your cheek, stared down the other man until he vanished. but now that you’re alone? he’s got you tied to the bed. “you need to remember something, beautiful.” he fucks you until you beg. keeps your legs open and makes you feel everything. “don’t make me remind you like this again. but i will. every time.”
꒰ 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 ꒱
“oh, so you think you’re cute, huh?” he saw you giggling and saw the guy touch your waist. now he’s fucking you with your legs on his shoulders, smirking down at you. “you like attention that bad? fine. i’ll give you attention.” he fucks you until you’re crying, moaning his name, totally wrecked. “bet you’re not laughing now, princess.” then he kisses your forehead sweetly like nothing happened.
꒰ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 ꒱
he tries to laugh it off. “oh wow, guess i’m not the only one who thinks you’re hot, huh?” but when he’s inside you, soft and slow, he whispers, “would you still pick me?” he hides his face in your neck. you feel tears and it breaks you.“promise you’ll stay. even when i’m not the coolest. even if someone better comes.” you hold him tighter. he cums with a soft sob, repeating, “you’re mine, you’re mine, please don’t go.” you’d never go. you’d never pick someone else.
While trying to impress you, they hit your face with the ball.
Rin Itoshi
"You sure you want to play goalkeeper?"
Rin doesn't even bother hiding the doubt in his voice as he places the ball down. You simply grin, stretching your arms before standing in front of the goal.
"Come on. Score if you can."
He just exhales through his nose. There is no way he is going to use his full power. He only wanted to show you how precise his shots are, not send you to the hospital.
So he carefully aims for the upper left corner and swings his leg.
The ball slices through the air exactly where he intended.
But then, you suddenly jump and his eyes widen.
"...Move!"
Too late.
THUD!
The ball crashes directly into your face with enough force to send you stumbling backward onto the grass.
Rin's entire body goes cold.
For a split second he simply stares, then he's running.
"Hey!"
He's kneeling beside you before anyone else can even react, his hands hovering over your face without actually touching you.
"...Look at me."
Blood slowly trickles between your fingers and his stomach drops.
"...Shit."
His breathing becomes uneven as he carefully moves your hands away just enough to inspect the injury.
Your nose is already swelling.
So without waiting for permission, he gently helps you up and practically escorts you all the way to the hospital himself.
The doctor later confirms the nose isn't broken but it'll leave a bruise for few days. Luckily nothing more serious.
But the relief barely lasts, because the embarrassment comes crashing down all at once.
"I wanted to impress them but instead I hit them and almost I broke their nose..."
He sits outside the examination room with both elbows on his knees, hiding his face behind his hands.
"...Idiot." He mutters it to himself.
By the time you're discharged, he's already made his decision.
He quietly walks beside you until you reach the hospital entrance before finally speaking.
"...I'm sorry." His gaze stays fixed on the pavement. "I'll stop bothering you."
You blink. "What?"
"I embarrassed myself enough while trying to show off." His ears are already turning pink. "But I ended up breaking your nose. There's no coming back from that."
He lets out a small, defeated sigh. "So...I'll stay away."
For a few seconds, you simply stare at him. Then...
"You know Rin, even though the ball hit my face..."
He squeezes his eyes shut.
"...You still scored."
His shoulders freeze.
"You were aiming for the top corner while holding back." You smile despite the bandage across your nose. "That's honestly amazing."
His face slowly turns bright red.
"...Don't compliment me right now.
"But I meant it."
His ears somehow become even redder. "...You're impossible."
He turns away completely, covering the lower half of his face with one hand so you can't see the shy smile threatening to appear.
He had spent the entire afternoon convinced he'd lost every chance he ever had with you.
Instead, you are now praising his goal.
Yoichi Isagi
"Watch this."
Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.
"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"
His face immediately grows warm.
"I-I just wanted to show you something."
You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.
"If you're so confident... hit that."
He looks where you're pointing before grinning.
"...Easy."
He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.
BOOM!
The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.
"...See?" he says proudly.
Then his smile disappears.
Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.
"Look out!"
You barely have time to turn your head.
THWACK!
Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.
You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.
"...Ow..."
The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.
"...No."
He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"
He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.
"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."
The apologies don't stop.
Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."
The nurse eventually sighs.
"You've apologized enough."
"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."
Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.
Isagi walks you home in complete silence.
Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.
By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.
"...I think I ruined everything."
"What?"
"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."
He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."
You stare at him.
"Give up?"
"I don't think there's any coming back from that."
You can't help smiling.
"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."
You chuckle.
"That shot was really cool."
His brain completely short-circuits.
"...Huh?"
"You've gotten really good."
His entire face turns bright red.
"...P-Please don't say that..."
"But it's true."
He quickly covers his face with both hands.
"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."
Meguru Bachira
"Watch carefully!"
Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"
"So are you."
"Exactly!"
He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.
You clap, genuinely impressed.
"You're showing off."
"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"
His honesty makes you laugh.
He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.
"...Oops."
His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.
"...Eh?"
Neither of you reacts fast enough.
THUD!
It smacks directly into your face.
You yelp, clutching your nose.
"...NO!"
He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...
He steps directly onto the football.
"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.
BAM!
He lands face-first on the grass.
You both remain motionless for several seconds.
"My face..." You groan.
"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.
The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..
His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.
Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.
"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."
"You definitely did."
He pouts.
"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"
You smile.
"I think you're adorable."
He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.
"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."
Seishiro Nagi
"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."
You fold your arms.
"You haven't even tried."
"...Sounds like a hassle."
"Scared?"
He sighs. "...Fine."
He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.
"Ready?"
"Always."
He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...
But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.
Your instincts kick in and you dive.
Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.
THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.
Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"
The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.
Instead, he immediately runs toward you.
Actually runs.
"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."
You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.
"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."
His voice is unusually quiet.
"Does it hurt?"
"...Yeah."
"...I'm really sorry."
He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.
For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.
And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.
Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.
"...Well... I guess I messed up."
"You did."
"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."
You stop walking. "...What?"
His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"
"You did."
His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."
You can't help laughing.
"So... You were trying to impress me?"
He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."
You smile softly.
"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."
Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"
"I do."
He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.
"...What a hassle."
But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.
Tabito Karasu
Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.
He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.
"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.
From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.
You decide to tease him a little.
Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.
At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.
He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.
Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.
"Move!"
It's already too late.
THUD!
The ball strikes your face head-on.
You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.
"...Ow..."
Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.
For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.
"Hey!"
His usual teasing voice is completely gone.
He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.
"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"
The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.
After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.
Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.
Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.
"...Guess that's it."
"Hm?"
"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."
He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."
You blink before laughing softly.
He sighs.
"...Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."
He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.
"...You're unbelievable."
Eita Otoya
"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."
You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.
He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.
He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.
Only..
.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.
"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"
The ball flies straight toward you.
SMACK!
You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.
"...Ow..."
"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"
He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.
"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"
Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.
You stare after him. "...Otoya?"
Five minutes pass.
Then ten.
You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.
Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.
"WE'RE OVER HERE!"
Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.
He practically collapses beside you.
"I panicked..."
"I can see that."
"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."
Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.
When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.
"...I really think today was going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."
"No you're not."
"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."
"...Your crush?"
His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."
You smile.
"I don't think I can."
Ryusei Shidou
"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"
"You've said that five times already."
"Because it's gonna be sick!"
He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.
It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.
THUD!
The impact echoes across the field.
You stagger backward, clutching your nose.
"...Ow..."
Shidou's grin vanishes.
"...OH, HELL NO!"
He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.
"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
You slowly lower your hands from your face.
"...Your what?"
He freezes.
"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."
"You have a crush on me?"
"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."
Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.
"You confess by giving a nose injury?"
"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."
Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.
"I seriously think I blow it."
"You kind of did."
"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."
You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.
"...At least now you know."
Michael Kaiser
"You trust me, don't you?"
"...Not particularly."
Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.
"You wound me, Schatz"
"I feel like you're about to wound me."
He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.
"No you're about to observe perfection."
He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.
"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."
You stare at him.
"This sounds like a terrible idea."
"It is only terrible for those without talent."
He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.
Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.
Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.
"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"
You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"
For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.
"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."
"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"
"...Internally."
"...Internally?"
"...This is a disaster."
For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.
He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.
By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.
As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.
"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"
You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.
"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."
He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"
rin’s unimpressed that you’re drunk, but he didn’t expect it to make you such a romantic — ブルーロック
“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.
you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.
rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.
“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.
you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.
“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.
“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.
rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.
“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”
rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .
“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.
“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”
“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.
you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”
rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.
“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.
“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.
“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.
your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”
rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.
“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”
you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”
