#seperation arc

[hanselsbike]

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SEPERATION ARC REIGEN ART!1?1.

[theresatzu]

Olive branch - Part 1

----《 Isagi Yoichi spin-off 》 ----

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Characters. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OC's & reader insert

Tropes. fluff, crack, burned house, estranged friendships, pining & separation arc

Chapters.

-----------《Synopsis》 -----------

A ferocious fire had caused you to lose your apartment. With no possessions left and no place to stay, your former friend Isagi Yoichi extended you an olive branch; you are to stay with him until your fiancé would return.

Or

In which you're lost and confused, Isagi is a puzzle you just can't seem to solve, and the world is a willing witness to everything else that ensues.

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Two months from now, you would be grateful for the blazing fire that had caused to completely upheave your life and derail your set out path.

But now, you were utterly wrecked.

A stray tear slipped out of your eye as you sniffed.

The cause of your sorrow? The absolute demolition of your own home.

It was an unfortunate occurrence. Japan during the summer was dry, and your apartment just happened to be located near a vulnerable place.

With the additions of the building being obsolete and made of fragile material thrown into the mix, it really was just a matter of time before disaster would strike.

But you'd never imagined it would be now, of all times.

Your fiancé was working abroad. He was a commendable footballer. Thus, he'd make long hours training and playing in matches in countries you'd never even visited.

But the moment he would return, in about two months, you were set to marry. In the meantime, you had taken residence in a quaint apartment before you would eventually settle into a more spacious place.

However, with all your belongings gone up in smoke and your fiancé being unreachable, you had no idea how to proceed.

Besides, the house you'd been eyeing wasn't available yet. Of course, that left open the option of your parents' home, but...

Your job revolved around the administrative tasks surrounding the JFU. You'd been hired long ago and had long since made a name for yourself within the prestigious company, consequently being involved in a plethora of projects that needed due finishing and personal attendance.

And your parents' home was located too far to be able to make the trip. Ten hours travelling for work really wasn't ideal.

So your parents' house was ruled out, too.

Instead, you opted to temporarily seek your refuge at a hotel, where you could figure out your next steps to navigate this maze of hardships.

Sighing, you close your laptop (one of the few things the fire had managed to spare) after scouring the internet for rentable appartments that you could afford at the moment.

Of course, you had enough money, being an important executive within the JFU and all, but what would your fiancé think?

That was a great question.

Your eyes drifted to your phone. You had tried calling him, but the calls never went through. He must've been very preoccupied with his training, considering the upcoming match he was looking forward to.

But still... it stung that in time of need, you couldn't seek comfort by him.

Well, alas, dwelling on it would bring you no further. You draped your blanket over you, ignoring how peculiar the cheap hotel sheets felt rubbed against your skin.

Before you fell asleep, you removed the necklace with a pendant from your neck. It had been a precious gift, given to you five years ago by your fiancé.

You traced the outline of the piece of jewellery, eyes misty with the promise of tears.

If only he were here, comforting you, telling you you weren't alone in this.

"Please return to me." You whispered in the dead of the night to the necklace, the wind your only witness.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

heyyaa Y/n

I rlly hope you still have the same number

or this'll be suuuper awkwarddd :0

Send at 8:26 am

You

who's this?

Sent at 8:32

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

your bestest friend in the whole world

sent at 8:32

You

...

Sent at 8:33

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

... I stole your cookies once and gave your boyfriend the blame

Sent at 8:33

You

bachira?!

Sent at 8:33

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

of all the things you could remember about me!! :((

I'm hurt.

Sent at 8:34

You

ok.

Sent at 8:34

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

:0

you're cold

HEARTLESS!!

Sent at 8:35

You

sorry :)

Sent at 8:36

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

I can feel that sarcasm from three planets away

YOU MEANIE

I WON'T TEXT YOU IF YOU'RE LIKE THIS !!

Sent at 8:36

A split second later, your phone lit up with an incoming call.

You stared at it, the unknown number glaring at you. You wavered.

Sighing, you pressed a button.

"Hello?"

"HI Y/N! HOW ARE YOU? AND BY THE WAY, YOU SUCK!" A loud voice yelled in your ear.

You blinked, holding the phone away from you until the boisterous shouting ceased.

"...Bachira." You said disbelieving, wondering if you were hearing things. Maybe you hadn't come out of the fire entirely unscathed.

"The one and only!" Bachira's jovial voice rang through the phone.

You went quiet at his voice.

"Why... uh, why--" You cleared your throat, "why did you call?"

"Can't I call my bestie?"

"We haven't spoken in five years."

"...do you have another best friend?"

"...no."

"Then my point still stands."

You shook your head, Bachira's childish attitude... some things really never changed.

"Bachira."

A defeated sigh at the other end. "Okaayy. You got me. I heard 'bout the fire. How are you doing?" He asked genuinely.

"Holding up." You answered honestly. "But I have nowhere to stay, and almost all of my things were lost in the fire."

Bachira winced. "Ai. Where are you staying now?"

"At a hotel."

"Temporarily, right? Do you have another place to stay?"

You pursed your lips.

Taking your silence as an answer, Bachira spoke, "That's what I thought! You're still the same hopeless girl I know!"

"Hey!"

"And that's why..." Bachira carried on, "You'll stay with me!"

You choked.

"Ex...excuse me?"

"We'll hold sleepovers every day! And we can watch movies on the weekends and go bowl--"

"Bachira. Stop." You cut in.

"Hm? What's the problem?"

At Bachira's oblivious tone, you let out an incredulous laugh. "Bachira, I haven't seen you in five years. I can't stay with you."

"Why not?"

"I just... I can't. You know why."

A sigh left Bachira's lips. "Is this about him?" He said, tone laced with poorly disguised disgust.

"I... yeah. I can't do that to him. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have called."

"Wah, wai--"

And without further ado, you pressed the end-call button, your phone falling down on your sheets.

You stared hard at the white blankets, thoughts in turmoil.

It had been five years.

Five years gone by with no contact, and you had been fine. Better than fine, even.

You clenched your jaw.

I'm fine.

Eyes glimmering with an unfounded trust, intense in the way only they could be.

You harshly pushed the thought away. It had been five years.

Five years of no contact, five years of not thinking about--

No. No. I'm fine. I'm fine.

But as you laid down in bed, you tasted salt on your tongue.

"As for this upcoming match, we'll need to haul in more sponsors." You folded your hands.

"Considering the high interest in both of the teams, we can say for sure that this match will attract a lot of attention. Thus, we'll need more resources to adequately provide for the game."

"How do you reckon we do that? We've already tried a campaign, but it just won't get off the ground." Your colleague, Miyu, chimed in.

You frowned. Acquiring funds and attracting sponsors was always the hardest part.

"I'll try to make a plan. But it'll certainly help if we have some connections that'll be able to put us through some sponsors."

Your other colleague, Rento, stroked his chin in contemplation. "That will certainly help kick-start the event. Thing is, do we have connections?"

"I'll introduce you to my friends, they're going to love you."

"I... you don't know that!"

A thumb rubbed the back of your hand softly, followed by a gentle voice. "I don't know, but I'm one hundred percent sure."

"Y/n?" Miyu waved her hand in front of your face.

Startled, you blinked as you were ripped out of your revery.

"Sorry?"

"Are you alright?" Miyu eyed you with a concerned look. "You look tired."

Well, with your home having been burned to the ground and the unexpected call of Bachira, relaxing hadn't been the first thing on your mind.

"I'm fine." You sighed. "Just you know, my house burned down." You joked weakly.

"Just my house burned to the ground, no big deal." Rento echoed sardonically.

You shrugged. "Well, I can get upset about it, but I still have work to finish."

Miyu let out a weary sigh. "You and your workaholic tendencies. Where are you even staying right now?"

You winced internally, before responding,

"...a hotel."

"WHAT?!" Rento exclaimed, pushing his chair back. "There aren't even any hotels available right now in the vicinity! Everything is sold out! Unless..."

Eyebrows pincing in suspicion, Rento inquired, "How long did you travel?"

"...Five hours." You conceded, bracing yourself.

"Five hours?!" Miyu shouted. "That's far too long! And what about your things?"

You hung your head. "Most of it got lost." You played with your necklace. "This necklace is one of the few things that I managed to save."

"Wow, it really is a beautiful one. Seems expensive." Miyu gushed, leaning in closer. "Fiancé?"

"Yeah."

"Where even is he? I thought you two would move out soon?" Rento raised an eyebrow.

"He's abroad. And the house isn't ready yet."

Well, actually, the house hadn't even been decided on. The house you'd been eyeing was reasonably up to your tastes, but your fiancé had a whole other idea in mind, so you two had been discussing a bit, resulting in not even settling with a general outline.

Miyu winced. "Sucks. I'd offer you a place to stay, but it's cramped at mine."

You nodded in understanding. You had visited once, and Miyu was in a similar situation as you; living in a temporary apartment before moving out in a bigger home.

"Well, you can have my couch." Rento offered.

"Dude!" Miyu punched his arm. "No way is she going to stay over at your crusty place. Your roommates are horrible!"

"Hey!" Rento huffed, affronted. "At least I offered!"

Miyu tilted her head up, huffing, "You know my place is too small to house guests! We'd have to share a bed and..."

Rento crossed his arms, "Yeah, no one wants to share a bed with you."

Now it was Miyu's turn to be indignant. "Excuse me?"

"Guys." You cut in before it could escalate in a full-on battle of the wits.

The both of them turned to you, wearing similar sheepish expressions.

Miyu narrowed her eyes. "But what about--"

Rento slapped her arm, "We promised not to mention him!" He hissed in warning.

"But as far as I know, he lives near! And our work is even intimately intertwined with his, so you don't have to worry about covering your expensive commuting costs! And... oh!"

Miyu's eyes glimmered. "He has connections, doesn't he? He's a hot commodity, after all. We'll be able to fix the whole funding for the match. Two birds with one stone."

Your lips slanted. "Yeah, that's true. But..."

Picking up on your unspoken worries, Rento spoke, "But after all that has happened..."

You made a face. You'd rather not be reminded about that.

Coming up to you, Miyu slung an arm over your shoulders. "At least think about it. If only so those eyebags of yours can go away."

Laughing, you shoved her off. "I don't have eyebags!"

Rento made a debatable noise. "Sweetie, even your eyebags look like they've been working overtime."

Letting out a scandalous gasp, you retorted, "I'll have you know that my overtime working is for good ends!"

"I'm not saying that." Rento said, his tone becoming serious. "But on top of your overtime working, which is already," he made a face, "Yuck," He eventually settled on.

You gasped in mock-offense. Rento stuck his tongue out before his expression morphed back into his solemn one.

Rento eyed you. "Commuting every day for ten hours, you won't be able to hold that up."

You sighed. "I know. But I'll figure something out."

Miyu ruffled your hair affectionately. "You always do. And if not, I'll always bring food to my favourite stray dog."

"I'm not going to live on the streets!" You guffawed.

Eyeing you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Rento sassily retorted, "You sure? Those eyebags tell me otherwise--"

"Stop with the eyebags!"

Having finally finished up, the three of you walked out of the building, the cool breeze hitting your faces.

It was already nigh 8 pm, so the sun had already set, replaced by the moon and the shimmering stars.

Back to the project, you had made progress with the funding for the match. Discussing ideas that ranged from crazy (holding a photoshoot with the star players of the match to lure in people) to even more crazy (go and start Blue Lock Project 2.0 and lure in money).

Though, it was still not in the clear how everything would be set into motion. And the match was due in two months.

Time was running out.

You fidgeted nervously with your necklace. If this funding would be executed well, then perhaps you'd get a raise or, even better, a promotion.

Maybe you'd even be put in charge of the national matches, which would mean you could travel abroad.

That had always been your dream, to see the world, and to come in contact with different cultures, going on outings with your friends from the team--

You fisted your necklace. No. Nope. Nuh uh. Don't think about the team, because then it would be inevitable to think about--

"Isagi?"

You abruptly stopped walking, thoughts screeching to a halt, as you noticed a figure standing in front of you.

The figure pushed himself from the car he'd been leaning against, the moonlight casting him in a soft sheen.

Your eyes locked.

You swallowed, the intensity of his eyes causing your throat to run dry.

He inclined his head in acknowledgement.

"Y/n."

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Next part

Masterlist Olive Branch

Masterlist

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[froggedd]

public enemy #1

[milesliceof-art]

Did someone hate reigen so much in highschool that they deliberately tried to leak his graduation essay over the journalist to use it as evidence on reigen on the press conference??? Now that’s shady asfck.

So yeah, just a food for thought :]

[melancholiea]

They say I did something bad

[reigenhasadhd]

i've always known...from the beginning...what my master is. my master is a bitchass motherfucker he pissed on my fucking wife that's rig

[vampirearataka]

Poor, Lonely Whitey

Reigen’s lasting affect on Mob can be seen throughout the series, one of the more famous, the analogy of not pointing knives at someone ie psychic powers. However he points a knife at Mob emotionally— and is thus left behind.

This is an analysis of Reigen’s actions and behaviors, specifically in Season II, Episode 6, and why he would lash out on Mob the way he does.

TLDR: reigen projects onto mob the feelings he has about not being enough and lonely and depressed and manipulated, and when that fails he bottles it up and pretends to move on

First off, I’m so proud of Mob for sticking up for himself. He had a great time this episode with his friends!!! But when Reigen says “Grow up for crying out loud!... I’m one of the biggest reasons you’re able to control your powers!”

Reigen invalidates all the progress we’ve seen Mob making. We open after the title sequence seeing Mob do the most push ups he has— that’s his progress! Yet, Reigen pulls him away from the friends he holds dear and tries to make him think that the Reigen Savior Trope is a reality.

But it’s not. And thus, Reigen is alone again.

Throughout this episode, I believe one thing is made clear: how hard his depression hits him. Depression isn’t always crying at night, constantly crying “woe is me!” It can also be apathy. Exciting new events can just feel.. mundane.

You would think leaving a crappy job and starting a business would be exciting. He appears rather bored and to have rented the place without a plan. This makes it clear he wanted a change from the repetitivity white collar work has.

But we’re seeing that this cool, fun, psychic job... isn’t that. It’s repetitive. We’ve seen these scenes— it nearly plays frame by frame the same.*

*note: the manga shows us during this arc how he’s about to close spirits and such down-- and that its bc of mob that he doesnt. its bc of mob he doesnt hate his job *

This shows us how Reigen feels— that each day plays out the same, no matter what adventures await. This is a common feeling of depression.

And now he has no one. He knows this, but he projects his negative feelings onto Mob. This is shown earlier, when he tells him that his friends are just using him. It’s also shown when he says:

“He shouldn’t have anyone he can talk to about his problems other than me. If he cuts ties with me, he’s going to end up alone again. There’s nothing to worry about. He’ll be back here. I know it. But I’m not sad about this at all.

Obviously we see that Mob is, in fact, not lonely. He’s hanging out with his family and friends, using this opportunity to be with them. “If he cuts ties with me, he’s going to end up alone again.” Reigen seems to be referencing Mob. Yet, we know he was never REALLY alone. The story has been ABOUT his bonds with the people around him.

“He’s going to end up alone again” refers not to Mob, but to Reigen. The scene cuts to the night sky as Reigen says “you’re probably feeling pretty lonely right about now,” is another example of him projecting his own loneliness onto Mob.

This is the more direct show of his projection. Mob must be feeling awkward, he thinks, and instantly hides when he sees him.

He obnoxiously tells Dimple that “I hope you have fun following around a normal middle schooler!”

He knows that Mob really is just a normal kid, this is something he normally emphasizes with his rhetoric of no one being special and everyone having their own abilities. He wants to be around Mob again, but he lets his pride get in the way.

Why does he project onto Mob this way?

He doesn’t want to admit it. He is lonely and depressed. But he’s a business owner, he’s getting more popular among clientele, he’s 28! It’s the prime of his life! He should be feeling great.

His identity of a business man affects his whole life.

The first thing he does when he gets home after work is... work. He has nothing else to do, and no one to see.

But he’s supposed to be in his prime.

This idealism is quickly shattered on his birthday.

It starts with him logging onto FaceBook (FriendBook) and realizing that it’s his birthday. No one has wished him a happy day.

But then his mom does! Yay! Except... she’s telling him to hurry up and get married, and her so-called present to him is a link. A link to a flyer about a job, a “real” job, the very white collar job Reigen hates.

As he reads it, we don’t see his face, at all.

This is a very clever tactic by the narrative. His previously forced optimism and the mask he puts up, is shattered here. But we don’t get to see that. We can’t see his reaction— just him scrolling.

All we are allowed to see is his hand tremble as he reads.

After this, he decides it’s time to go to a bar. He’s not particularly excited it, as he describes the people there as the type to fall for pyramid schemes and cults.

He says it’s perfect for him. In the context of that, it’s because he’s a smooth talker, and they’re attracted to him because he helps them with all their problems.

Strange thing to say about the place you and your friends go.

He tells his supposed friends that it’s his birthday. He gets (somewhat awkward) well wishes. A woman there almost immediately begins to try and sell him a pillow, since it’s his birthday!

He realizes...

He aims to change himself after this. What’s changed? The narrative is sneaky in showing him getting even more popular and doing well with clients.

But when you think about it, nothing has changed. The feelings he previously projected are just now bottled. He didn’t want to acknowledge it, and after a horrible birthday where he DID, he shoves it away.

He’s still doing the same jobs. He’s still alone, only helping and offering advice to people as contact. He says he wants to “become somebody”, even though he already WAS. But he can’t say that. And now he’s forced away the company that made him happier.

And episode 7 will only make him feel worse.

[number1mongrel]

we were so worried about seeing the mogami arc animated we didn’t even think about having to go through this next