SYNOPSIS the blue lock boys reacting to this tweet you put out on your main accidentally
STARRING isagi, rin, shidou, sae, bunny x f!chubby!reader
tw : ed!!! mentions of starving, comfort and fluffff
a/n : so hahahahahhahaa imightbelowkenuinelydelvingintothedeepdarkwatersofeatingdisorders haahahahahahhahaa ijustwannabeheld hahahahaha
isagi yoichi
you wake up to 47 missed calls from isagi and your notifications exploding.
he's already at your door at 7 a.m., still in training sweats, hair messy from running over after morning practice.
he doesn't even say hi — just pulls you into a crushing hug the second you open the door.
"why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" his voice is muffled against your shoulder, shaking a little.
"i thought… i thought we talked about everything. that friend? she's just chigiri's sister. i didn't even notice— fuck, i'm so stupid."
you mumble apologies, embarrassed, but he pulls back, cups your face, eyes intense like he's on the pitch reading an opponent's move.
"no starving. no skipping. we're eating breakfast right now. together. and you're telling me every time your brain does this shit so i can shut it down."
he kisses your forehead hard.
"i love every part of you. every. part. don't you dare try to change for anyone — especially not some random comparison."
he spends the whole day glued to you: cooking, forcing bites, soft forehead kisses every time you hesitate.
by night he's tweeting a vague "my girl is perfect, don't test me!!!!" with a pic of your intertwined hands — just in case it was those chronically online fuckers who made you insecure.
itoshi rin
rin sees it during cooldown stretches. his phone buzzes once — he ignores it. then the group chat (isagi + teammates, in his mind) starts spamming screenshots.
he goes dead silent for three hours. you get a single text: "come to my place. now."
when you arrive he's on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it's offended him.
"you think starving fixes anything?" voice flat, but his jaw is clenched so tight you see the muscle jump.
you blink in confusion before your eyes widen. stupid twitter update changed the logout settings! you try to explain — accident, private vent, insecurity flare-up — but he cuts you off.
"delete the tweet." pause. "no — don't. let everyone see how stupid it is." he stands, towers over you, and you're pouting, before he unexpectedly pulls you against his chest.
his heartbeat is racing under your ear.
"i'm yours. i chose you. not her. not anyone skinnier, taller, shorter whatever. if you starve, you're hurting what's mine. don't do that again."
he doesn't say "i love you" — he never does it easily — but he doesn't let go for the rest of the night.
makes you sit on his lap while he reviews match footage, hand firm on your thigh like an anchor. later, in bed, he murmurs against your neck: "next time you feel like that, wake me up. i'll remind you who you belong to until you believe it."
shidou ryusei
shidou retweets it immediately with "LMaOOOO baby nOOO 😭🔥" and a string of crying-laughing emojis + fire.
then calls you screaming-laughing: "yo you juSt Exposed your ed arc oN main? anD my ASShole friends are quoting it with thirst traPs of stupId skinny models Cuz — m gonna kill em."
he's at your place in under 30 minutes, bursting in with takeout bags from three different places: burgers, ramen, ice cream, onigiri — chaos food.
"starve? over my dead body." he shoves a fry in your mouth before you can protest. "look at me — i'm built like a goddamn tank and i eat like one too. you think im not gonna miss the way your ass jiggles every time i hit it or what :( i want my girl thick OK."
he pulls you onto the couch, straddles your hips reverse-style so you're facing him, and force-feeds you bites while ranting
by the end of the night he's live-tweeting (on a burner) "my gf tried to starve bc of some stick figure — joke's on her, i'm feeding her back to thicc status AYAYAY 🍔💪" with pics of you mid-bite, looking mortified but smiling.
he doesn't let you skip a single meal after that. ever.
itoshi sae
sae doesn't tweet. doesn't call. doesn't text.
he just… shows up at your apartment at 2 a.m. (he has a key you gave him "just in case").
you're half-asleep when the bedroom light flicks on. he's standing there in his coat, expression blank but eyes sharp.
"get up." voice low. "kitchen."
you follow, confused. he starts pulling ingredients — rice, eggs, veggies — and cooks silently. perfect tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish. places it all in front of you.
"eat."
you stare. "sae—"
"eat." firmer. "then explain why my girlfriend thinks disappearing is an option because of someone irrelevant."
you break down mid-bite — the accidental post, the insecurity, how you thought he wouldn't see. he listens without interrupting, arms crossed.
when you're done he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"you're an idiot." softens immediately after. "but you're my idiot." corny ahh mf
he reaches across, tucks hair behind your ear. "i don't care about skinny. i care about you being healthy enough to keep up with me. on the pitch, in bed, in life."
he stays the night. feeds you the last bites himself.
in the morning he posts one story (rare for him): a photo of two empty plates and your hand in his, captioned simply "her."
no explanation. fans lose their minds. message received.
bunny iglesias
bunny's chilling after training when his phone pings — a mutual follower dms the screenshot with "bro your girl ok??"
he reads it once. twice. then bolts upright.
next thing you know your door's banging. you open to bunny in full kit still, hair sweaty, eyes wide and frantic.
"¿que cojones es esto?" (what the fuck is this?)
he holds up his phone, so baffled that his voice keeps switching between spanish and english. "starve? tomorrow? over a friend? mi amor, no."
he's on you in seconds — picks you up bridal-style, carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing (he's 191cm of pure muscle after all!)
"no. no no no." he sets you down gently but doesn't let go, cradles your face. "you think you're not enough? for me? poor ol' me?"
he presses kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — rapid-fire.
he pulls out his phone, films a quick video (in spanish at first, switches to english): "escuchen, todos — my girlfriend is perfect. if you make her feel less, we have problems. gracias." posts it publicly. EMBARRASSING AHH MF
then spends the night cooking paella from scratch ("real food, not starving food"), feeding you bites, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, how lucky he is.
by morning he's got you laughing again — and a promise
݁꒰.DEMON CHILD III—! random younger brother!charles texts꒱ ⸝⸝.ᐟ .
starring — younger brother!charles chevalier, ryusei shidou x reader, mentions of hugo x reader.
content + warnings — smau. mostly crack. fluff. at the end. shidou makes one suggestive comment at reader at the end. jokes abt shit. very funny ik. hugo slander. charles is trying to get reader and shidou back together. shidou is down bad for reader and he's in his feelings. charles has a gf?!. shocking. reader n charles have divorced parents cus i think it suits him idk. this is a luh long. i got excited ig.
an — ptIII cus i think some of u were mad at me for making reader and shidou not being together on ptII. and also cus i like doing this smau idgaf if im milking it this is MY channel. PART I PART II
✧ you're too cute for the blue lock boys!! ― chigiri hyoma + isagi yoichi + itoshi rin + itoshi sae + kurona ranze + michael kaiser + mikage reo + shidou ryusei x fem!reader ⋆ incl. fluff, reader is basically like fluttershy from mlp 𝜗ৎ
𐔌 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀꒱
You love having little slumber parties with him. He’s secretly thrilled it’s just the two of you with soft blankets, board games, and late-night snacks.
You’re the only one he trusts to touch his hair. When you braid or brush it, he relaxes completely and lets out these tiny contented sighs.
During practice, you quietly sit in the stands drawing or sketching. But his heart bursts when he catches you glancing up to encourage him with a shy smile, and he finds himself making a game out of it.
You have a habit of softly humming while doing small tasks. He finds it oddly comforting and sometimes pauses mid-stride just to listen.
You whisper little affirmations to him after a tough game like, “You did great” or “I knew you could,” and he closes his eyes and soaks it in. After, he'll give your hand a small kiss with a tired (but reassuring) smile.
If he’s frustrated or stressed, lightly massage his shoulders or hands while whispering soothing words. He doesn’t say it, but it helps him calm down faster.
On slumber party nights, you softly tease him about silly things he does in his sleep. He blushes and mutters some incoherent protests half-asleep excuses while you giggle quietly beside him.
𐔌 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈꒱
Thinks you're mysterious, but nah, you're just socially anxious.
Gets hyped when you actually talk more than two sentences. This man acts like he, no you, won the World Cup.
"She smiled at me?? Click. Framed. Displayed at our wedding."
He over-explains soccer to you. You nod like an NPC, pretending you understand everything he's saying. You don't have the heart to stop him, bless your soul.
Will force you into group photos, holding you like a plushie close to his chest so you don't escape.
Calls you his "lucky charm" even if you just hand him water bottles and mentally cheer for him.
If you hide behind him in public, his ego skyrockets. He's like, "Yeah. I'm hers. I'm the one she chose to hide behind. The biggest honor of my lifetime."
Lowkey brags to Bachira, "She held my hand today. She was trembling and sweaty and nervous, but I just wanted to squeeze her into oblivion. I think it's a problem, she's too damn cute." Bachira's like, "Bro, I don't care."
You whisper compliments and he doesn't know how to act. "Your passes were really good today..." Isagi, internally, "BALLON D'OR."
If someone teases you maliciously, Isagi's on guard dog mode instantly, "Don't talk to her like that. My legs are insured but I don't mind using them on you."
Meanwhile you're like, "Oh, it's okay... I'm sure they didn't mean it that way." He's like "IT'S NOT."
Lowkey flexes your gentleness to the others like it's a superpower, "She's literally sunshine. You guys wouldn't get it. My girlfriend is the best."
𐔌 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 ꒱
At first, he thought you were mute. Deadass. He didn’t mind though, less noise in his life.
When you finally spoke, he was like, “..Huh. So the background character talks.”
You give him the sweetest, most detailed compliments like, "I really like that little twitch you do when you wake up first thing in the morning." You say it with a sweet smile and then go on your merry way, as if you didn't just hard reset his system.
“You played so well today,” you whisper while giving him a kiss on his cheek and Itoshi Rin’s face turns as red as a tomato.
He gets so protective when people overwhelm you, “Back off. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.”
You hand-feed birds and stray cats and Rin just stands there like “wtf”.
Once caught him smiling watching you talk to a puppy. He denied it instantly.
You’re the only one allowed to baby him. Everyone else dies if they try.
He doesn't like playing horror games around you because he thinks you'll get traumatized. You tell him that you once helped a cat give birth, you've been traumatized enough.
He pretends he hates it when you tug his sleeve in public, but nah, he's whipped.
“Rin… are you eating enough?” Suddenly you’re the only person he’ll listen to about self-care.
If someone makes you cry, he’s going feral, doesn’t even matter if it’s his own brother.
You giggle softly and he gets hit with crit damage—face red, heart broken, can’t respawn.
Rin’s love language becomes doing small things quietly for you, because you’re both awkward.
“I don’t need anyone.” (Two minutes later, cuddled up with you while you pet his hair like a cat.)
𐔌 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄 ꒱
First thought when he met you, “Great. Another fan.”
Then he realized you’re not starstruck, you’re just quiet… and suddenly he thinks you're interesting like those manhwa male leads.
You say one soft compliment like “I like watching you play…” and he acts like he didn’t hear. But, he's replaying it in his head for weeks. Subtly, very subtly brags about it to his team.
Doesn’t admit it, but he actually slows his walking pace so you don’t have to rush behind him.
You hide from his fangirls, and Sae deadpans, “You don’t need to. They’re beneath you.”
Tries to act like he doesn’t care when you pet stray cats, but next thing you know he’s crouched beside you with one in his lap
You worry about him overworking and go, “Please rest, Sae…” He actually listens. Nobody else can pull that card.
In public, he acts cool and unbothered. In private he lets you braid his hair while scrolling his phone.
He pretends your clinginess is “annoying,” but if you stop tugging his sleeve or hiding behind him, he gets irritated. “Why aren’t you holding onto me?”
If someone makes you uncomfortable, Sae doesn’t argue. He just shuts it down with one look that could kill.
Secretly loves that you’re shy around everyone else but so soft and gentle with him. It feeds his ego like crazy.
“You’re too kind for this world.” He’s in love.
𐔌 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐄 ꒱
You’re gentle, quiet, and careful in everything you do, but you light up whenever you see sharks—stuffed animals, pictures, or documentaries—and you can’t help but say facts about them.
Kurona finds it adorable how your soft voice becomes excited and loud when talking about sharks, even though you’re usually so timid.
He likes talking about sharks with you, and you have about a million aquarium dates planned. Your goal is to see all the aquariums in the world.
You pet animals gently, or talk to plants and stray animals in whispers, and he loves how attentive and caring you are in your own way.
You quietly cheer him on when he's doing something challenging, soft little “you can do it”'sthat give him an extra boost of confidence.
When he's stressed or tense, you make him a shark cake and the two of you eat it together. Either that, or you plan something to do together. Sometimes it's just cuddling together and watching a documentary about anything (though it ends up being sharks 99% of the time..)
You crocheted him a stuffed animal once. You had to stop him from getting it a little glass display to keep in his room. He's still salty about that.
𐔌 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑꒱
You quietly clean up around him, putting his books back in place, dusting off his favorite figure, and cooking him dinner. He teases you about being “ridiculously helpful” but he knows he's kidding himself. He's so grateful for your kindness, it makes him feel like he's loved.
When you softly compliment his skills or appearance, he leans close with a smirk, “Say that again. I didn't see your pretty face complimenting me the first time” You immediately turn tomato-red.
He deliberately moves things just slightly out of place to make you fuss over them, watching your flustered state with amusement.
You hum or whisper to yourself while working on small tasks, and he mimics your soft tone sarcastically.
He deliberately makes cheeky remarks when you’re quietly caring for him, like pretending he can’t reach something just to hear you smile, “Here, let me help!”
If you hesitate to speak up, he nudges you playfully, “What, did you forget how to talk around me?”
Kaiser loves it when you quietly observe him, then suddenly say something bold and flirtatious without thinking. Your flustered face is his favorite.
He’ll lightly tease you about small, shy habits like the way you fidget with your sleeves, or the tiny sigh you make when flustered.
Even though he’s sarcastic or blunt with others, you soften him.
𐔌 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎 ꒱
You always hunt for bargains, and Reo pretends not to notice, but he lowkey admires your skill, “You got that for how much…?”
You give him a cute, shy grin after finding a good deal. He’s silently impressed but says nothing.
Otherwise, you’re gentle, quiet, and soft-spoken, and he likes how peaceful it is to just be near you.
You flinch at loud noises or sudden movements, and Reo shields you without words.
He notices the way you care for small animals, people, and even tiny plants. He loves it.
But he hates how you suck at accepting gifts from him. He makes sure to over-pamper you when you don't love yourself. Sort of like an aunt who pesters you to take her money.
Sometimes you hold his hand while walking, and he tightens his grip ever so slightly—just enough so he can feel your hand in his.
If someone teases you, he doesn’t argue; he just glares. Nobody dares test him.
You have a habit of quietly humming when you're focused. Reo notices immediately and soon, the two of you have duets in the kitchen.
You've turned his apartment into a mini-garden. He's not complaining.
𐔌 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 ꒱
Your shy smiles and gentle giggles can disarm his chaos-mode like magic.
You always whisper tiny encouragements during practice. Ryusei acts like he doesn’t hear, but he does, every single word. He feels the need to over-compliment you in return.
Even when he’s hyped or over-the-top, one look at you and he returns to your side like a clingy puppy.
You flinch at loud noises or roughhousing, and he instinctively shields you. Then smirks, teasing, “Too soft for this world, huh?”
He never goes too far around you. His eyes are always on you, making sure that you're not scared.
You talk to animals, plants, or even inanimate objects. He starts to do the same, thinking that he'll get some answer from them.
You pet stray cats outside the stadium. He follows.
It's worth mentioning that he follows you everywhere. He thinks you're too fragile to be left alone, even though he knows you can defend yourself.
You bake cookies for him and his teammates, slipping them into his bag. Ryusei is lowkey addicted but pretends it’s because they taste “enhanced.”
Ryusei’s in the middle of a heated game. You’re sitting quietly, whispering your usual tiny “yay…” every time he scores or makes a good play. A fan nearby mutters something obnoxious, “He’s overrated. He’s all flash and no skill.” Everyone around tenses a little, but you freeze for a second. Then, when it goes quiet, your voice accidentally explodes across the stands, “SHUT UP, RYUSEI IS THE BEST FUCKIN’ PLAYER ON THE TEAM!”
Absolute silence. The ref stops mid-whistle. Teammates freeze. Opponents stare. Ryusei's howling laughing, because holy hell, his soft darling just yelled like a stadium bouncer.
You turn tomato-red, cover your face, and whisper meekly that you’re “sorry,” while Ryusei can’t stop teasing you
“Hmm… I think I like it when you yell like that.”
“You know, that’s kind of hot… you should yell more.”
From then on, he lowkey encourages little outbursts from you when he’s hyped, just to see you flustered and watch you turn all shy and sweet again after.
I would like to request the reaction of the bllk boys to their s/o feeling insecure because they are getting shipped with hot supermodels / celebrities online .
itoshi rin
rin doesn’t say much online. he doesn’t have to. he’s all cold eyes, perfect stats, that stupidly sharp jawline that the internet eats up like candy. and you knew it came with the territory— the attention, the edits, the shipping.
but one night, you’re just scrolling. seeing “rin x model” edits plastered everywhere. perfect lighting. perfect faces.
and suddenly, you just feel… replaceable.
you don’t even realize rin’s been watching you from across the room, leaning on the doorframe.
“what’re you looking at?”
you lock your screen fast. “nothing.”
rin raises a brow. he’s not dumb— he’s just emotionally constipated. he crosses the room in three long steps, takes your phone right out of your hand (you protest but he’s stronger).
his eyes flick over the screen, and his face drops.
he doesn’t say anything for a moment. then, quiet and low,
“you think i’d ever want anyone else?”
you try to laugh it off, to shrug like it’s nothing, but your throat’s tight. he exhales, frustrated— not at you, but at the whole damn situation.
“they don’t even know me,” he mutters. “they see a picture and think they can put me next to anyone. they don’t know what i eat when i’m tired. they don’t know how you talk when you’re half-asleep.”
he looks up, eyes soft and serious all at once.
“they can ship me with whoever. i’m still yours.”
and he says it like a promise. like a line in a song only you get to hear.
nagi seishiro
you’re lying on the couch, scrolling aimlessly. nagi’s next to you, sprawled like a starfish, head on your thigh. he’s half-asleep until you sigh— that long, quiet, heart-heavy kind of sigh.
he blinks up at you through his messy hair.
“huh? what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” you mumble. he squints, spots your phone. “eh, are people still shipping me with that model?”
you nod slightly, trying to look unbothered.
nagi just snorts. “she looks like she takes too long to text back.”
you laugh, but it dies too quickly. nagi’s lazy eyes narrow just a bit. he props his chin on your knee.
“you don’t gotta compare yourself to them,” he says, quiet now. “you’re the one i actually like hanging out with.”
you blink down at him, and he yawns, stretching his arms around you like a cat wrapping around its favorite blanket.
“you’re comfy,” he mumbles into your shirt. “warm. i don’t need some shiny person who’d get bored of me.”
you can feel his heartbeat against your side, slow and calm.
and suddenly, it’s like all that noise from the internet fades out. it’s just him— your sleepy gamer boyfriend, half on your lap, half melting into you— and the world can wait.
itoshi sae
the thing with sae is— he’s used to being watched. idolized. people project whatever fantasy they want onto him, and he lets them. it doesn’t touch him.
but it touches you.
it’s the headlines: “sae itoshi rumored to be dating rising model,”
or the fan edits that blow up with millions of likes. and even though your rational brain knows it’s fake, the little insecure voice whispers, but she’s perfect.
so when sae comes home and sees you scrolling like your heart’s breaking in silence, he just… sighs softly.
“again?” he says, setting his keys down. his tone’s calm, but there’s that undercurrent of protectiveness.
“i know, i know. i shouldn’t care,” you whisper.
he walks over, takes your phone, sets it face down on the table, and tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze.
“you know who I text goodnight, right?”
you nod, but it’s hesitant. he leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
“you know who i fly home to.”
he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, slow and deliberate.
“the rest of them? they’re noise. you’re real.”
and then— in the most sae way possible— he goes,
“if i ever cared about what strangers online think, i’d be retired already.”
you roll your eyes through a small laugh, but it helps. it always does.
isagi yoichi
isagi’s the type to panic when he senses your mood shift.
you’re quiet, scrolling too fast, eyes too glossy. he peeks over your shoulder and sees the comments: “isagi’s way out of her league,” “he should be with ___ instead.”
and his stomach drops.
“wait— what? who said that??”
you tell him it’s fine, but your voice cracks just slightly. and oh no. oh no no. isagi.exe has stopped functioning
he immediately starts babbling, hands waving, “no no no— they’re wrong, okay? they don’t even know you! or me! i don’t even talk to that actress!”
you’re like “yoichi calm down ” but he’s already pulling you into a hug so tight it knocks the air out of you.
“listen,” he says against your shoulder, “you think any of them make me feel the way you do? they don’t. they can’t. you’re my home base, okay?”
and then he does something extra embarrassing— he posts a photo of your hands together on his story with a caption like
“don’t care what anyone says, she’s the one ”
you threaten to delete it but he just grins like, “too late. internet knows now.”
shidou ryusei
ohhhh shidou. that man’s a menace to society until it comes to you.
he’s scrolling through his mentions, smirking at the chaos— until he sees your name pop up under a thread.
“‘shidou should leave his girl for ___’? the hell?” he mutters. then he glances up— you’re sitting nearby, expression distant. oh. that’s what’s bothering you.
he tosses his phone aside and prowls toward you, grin fading into something serious.
“you jealous, baby?” he teases lightly, but your eyes don’t lift. his chest tightens.
he crouches in front of you, hands resting gently on your knees.
“hey. look at me.”
you finally do, and he sees that little flicker of doubt— and it kills him a bit.
he exhales, presses his forehead to yours.
“they can have the photos, the gossip, whatever. but only you get me like this. only you know the parts i don’t show.”
then, with that trademark devilish grin returning,
“besides, no one kisses me like you do. i’d go insane without it.”
he laughs, but the sincerity lingers, heavy and warm. later, he’ll literally post a pic of you two holding hands with the caption "mi pookie" just to shut everyone up.
reo mikage
reo’s used to people talking. being rich, charming, athletic— people always have opinions. but when he realizes the noise online is getting under your skin? oh, he’s done.
he’s sitting next to you on the couch, watching your expression dim as you scroll.
“angel,” he says softly. “don’t tell me you’re reading those again.”
you shrug. “they just… look good together.”
reo actually frowns, which is rare for him.
“hey. don’t do that.”
he takes your phone, locks it, and sets it far away. then, without a word, pulls you into his lap.
“you know why i fell for you?” he murmurs against your hair. “because you’re real with me. no masks. no posing.”
you let out a small laugh, but he’s serious now.
“they can post pictures. they can wear designer everything. but none of that feels like home the way you do.”
and then he smiles, that warm, bright reo smile that could power a city.
“also, let’s be honest— none of them would survive my family dinners. you? you’re perfect.”
he’ll spend the rest of the night proving it— cooking for you, playing your playlist, spoiling you like it’s his personal mission. because for reo mikage, love means reassurance through action.
೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 multi bllk men x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵 4.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) big spoon or small spoon !?
ㅤ( ୨୧ ) WARNINGS ! tooth rottening fluff !!
RIN ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 90% OF THE TIME! ; rin doesn’t say it out loud, but he sleeps best when you’re tucked neatly into his arms—like it’s the only way his world stays still. he likes the way your back fits against his chest, the quiet rhythm of your breathing syncing with his. his hand always finds its place around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding him. sometimes, when you shift, he’ll pull you closer without a word, murmuring something soft that sounds like your name. on the rare nights you convince him to let you hold him instead, he goes stiff for a moment, then sighs—a small, quiet sound that feels like surrender. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly melts at how gentle you are with him… even if he still insists he’s the one who sleeps better being the big spoon.
SAE ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; Sae isn’t the type to initiate affection, but when he’s tired—really tired—he finds himself naturally curling around you. it’s not dramatic or over-the-top; it’s quiet, protective, safe. his arm drapes lazily around your middle, his face buried in your hair, and there’s this faint hum he makes whenever you shift closer, like he’s wordlessly telling you to stay. he’d never admit how much he likes the warmth of your body pressed against his chest, or the peace that settles over him when you breathe in unison. every now and then, though, when he’s had a long day, you’ll feel him ease back into your arms instead. and even then—he somehow still manages to make being the small spoon look composed and beautiful, like it’s just another quiet victory.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
50/50! unpredictable menace energy ; shidou doesn’t have a default—he just wants to be close, however that looks. sometimes he’s behind you, arms looped around your waist so tight you can barely move, his laughter tickling your neck as he presses kisses into your skin. sometimes he’s the one being held, head buried against your chest, grinning when you trace your fingers through his hair. he likes both—the way he can protect you as the big spoon, and the way you can calm him as the small one. it’s chaos, but in that shidou kind of way: wild, affectionate, impossible not to love. if he’s the little spoon, though, expect him to turn halfway through the night just to start a new wrestling match disguised as cuddling.
ISAGI YOICHI
SMALL SPOON 70% OF THE TIME! ; isagi doesn’t mean to be, but he is a small spoon most nights. there’s something about feeling your arms around him that lets him relax in a way nothing else does. you can feel his shoulders soften, the steady rhythm of his breathing slowing as he melts against you. sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull it tighter around his chest, whispering something drowsy and half-asleep—like he’s scared to lose the warmth if he doesn’t hold it close enough. but every now and then, when he’s feeling extra confident, he’ll pull you against him instead—clumsy but determined, pressing a kiss to your temple before falling asleep mid-sentence. you always wake up to find him back in your arms though, the softest smile on his face.
MICHAEL KAISER
BIG SPOON 80% OF THE TIME! ; kaiser likes control—likes being the one who gets to hold, to pull, to tease. when he’s the big spoon, his arm fits perfectly around you, hand resting on your stomach as he whispers little nothings in your ear. his breath is always warm, always close, and you can feel him smirk against your skin every time you shiver. he’ll kiss the back of your neck lazily, just because he can, then murmur, “comfortable, liebling?” like he’s not the reason you can’t think straight. but—every so often, when the world feels too loud—he lets you be the one to hold him. and that’s when he’s quiet. eyes closed, head tucked under your chin, hand still tracing absent shapes against your side. he won’t say it out loud, but he sleeps easier like that.
ALEXIS NESS
SMALL SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; ness fits into your arms so naturally it’s like he was made for it. soft hair brushing your chin, heartbeat steady under your hand—it’s domestic, sweet, easy. he hums when you pull him closer, always whispering a gentle “goodnight” before he settles in. he likes knowing you’re there, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his back until he falls asleep. when he’s upset, he doesn’t even need to ask—you just know, wrapping him up until he relaxes against you. still, sometimes he surprises you by rolling over and hugging you instead, chin tucked over your shoulder with a smile. “just this once,” he says, but the way he holds you—protective and warm—says otherwise.
KARASU TABITO
BIG SPOON 75% OF THE TIME! ; karasu’s the kind of big spoon who makes it feel like second nature. he’ll pull you in after a long day, chin resting on your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbles about nothing in particular. his hand moves in slow, comforting motions against your waist, tracing shapes he’ll never admit are little hearts. sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper things—soft, fleeting confessions that melt into the dark. but every once in a while, you catch him off-guard; you pull him into your arms, and he freezes for half a second before relaxing, a quiet laugh escaping him. “you tryna steal my job?” he teases, but he doesn’t move away. and when morning comes, he’s still there—tangled up in you, pretending he’s not the one holding on tighter.
shidou kept crossing the line, so u broke up with him . . . but he’s such a beg — ブルーロック
“c’mooonnn baby,” he groaned, trailing after your pacing figure. “one more chance. just one more.”
you quickly swiveled your body around, making shidou abruptly halt in a way that he almost tripped over himself. you kept your arms crossed and your brows tensed. did shidou not know how to read the room? you two were at a park. people were walking their dogs.
okay, sure, it was the late evening, so there weren’t too many passerbys, but shidou was still very much making a fool of himself.
“you’re an imbecile,” you said flatly.
shidou shrugged, a daring smile creeping on his lips. “for you.”
“or for sae?”
shidou gasped, his eyes widening wildly. “what! for sae? nuh-uh!”
you rolled your eyes, turning back around and beginning to step away. to your dismay, you heard shidou padding loosely behind.
“stop following me,” you told him, not wavering your brisk pace.
“not until you take me back,” he replied quickly. god. from the tone of his voice you knew he was grinning ear to ear while saying it.
so you looked over your shoulder, confirming your suspicion. “you’re disloyal.”
“if anything i’d be disloyal to sae,” he defended. “you’re the one i’m loyal to.”
you stopped again, with shidou stopping too — more ready for it this time.
“you’re not good at apologies,” you commented.
he chuckled. “i’m good at other things.”
you raised an eyebrow. “you know what you’re doing.”
he kissed his teeth, his inviting glare not once leaving you. he leaned slightly closer, “is it working?” he said, gruffly and quiet.
“hm,” you hum, looking up at him. “depends what those other things are.”
“you know what they are,” he purred.
“. . . you’re a tease,” you sigh.
he slowly backed up by a few steps, his eyes sparkling.
but before he could say anything, you spoke again. “how about if you block sae’s number?”
“what?! oh— babe. . . that’s—”
“then bye.” smoothly, you turned on your heel to start walking off again.
“—wait! okay okay! his number is getting blocked right now.” he hurriedly reached into his pocket to grab his phone.
you turned around again, amused with his compliance. a small smile quirked on your lips, and when shidou looked up and saw, his face lit up.
guess shidou might be a little better at apologies than you said.
Watching Shidou sleep feels like a supernatural experience.
His hair's sticking out in alll directions, even more tousled by the caress of your hand. He has no makeup on, the absence of his trademark eyeliner feeling odd, but what stands out the most is the oddly peaceful look to his usually expressive face.
Mornings are only moment of the day in which you get to witness Shidou looking peaceful. That is, if you wake up earlier than him, which is almost impossible already. Shidou's always up and about before you, wether because he has practice to attend to or because he's just built like that and the first rays of sunlights are enough to rouse him.
Things are different this time, though, as you somehow wake up before it's bright outside.
And though normally you'd take it as your cue to go back to sleep, you can't help yourself from staring.
At his blond, long lashes. The curve of jaw. The way his eyebrows rest on his face when he's not doing anything. The shocking calm reflected on his features in this state of vulnerability.
It's so weird for you to see him resting, it almost feels like you're looking at a different person. And you'd question it, if he still wasn't so him even in his sleep.
Like in the way his arm is thrown around your body, hand slightly curled at the back of your shirt like he'll pull you back in at any moment. Or how he shifts occasionally, not one to stay completely still even in his sleep. He even still has a leg thrown over you from where he must have draped his heavy limbs on you at some point in the night. And still, you find that you sleep even better with him here.
You lose track of time, watching him half-asleep. Counting his lashes like one would sheep, looking with interest at every twitch of his eyebrow. Wondering what's he's dreaming of, curiously thinking if he'd even remember. You can picture his animated voice in your head already, telling you whatever story played in his mind while asleep. And before you know it, light has gradually wormed its way into the room.
You are awaken from your reverie the moment he shifts his weight, a quiet groan escaping him. His brows furrow, conciousness fighting to take hold of his body already.
You feel a smile grace your lips as he mindlessly scoots closer, your nails soothingly scratching his scalp. And with a few brushes of your lips against his cheek, his lids finally open to meet your gaze.
"Morning," You greet in a whisper, staring back intently.
"Mornin', doll." He whispers, voice raspy, slow and heavy from sleep. "Someone's in a good mood, hm?"
"Yeah, you could say so." You answer with a laugh, your thumb gliding through his jaw and down his neck. And though your being extra clingy and sweet, he doesn't question it, smirking pleasantly at your affection as he pulls you even closer.
The next few minutes go on like that, the two of you cuddled close while you dote on him. Slow exhales and quiet rumbles are all that can be heard for a while, until he finally disentagles from your embrace.
You don't argue, (despite having the power to convince him to stay back some more), simply observing from where you're laying. He stretches his body languidly, the movement catching your eye.
He mumbles something you barely pay attention to, the sleep you missed claiming you from time to time as he does his morning routine. One would have loved to witness closely, but the peeks you take of him walking around the room and talking to himself while doing his hair and makeup are so domestic they keep you relaxed.
Your eyes only open when you feel a weight to the bed, a "boo!" embarrisingly startling you awake. Shidou's grinning widely, already looking like his usual self.
"Did I wake you, sleeping beauty? C'mon, can't sleep the day away."
You groan as he pulls you from your legs, effectively dragging you out of bed.
Shidou while asleep—and even half-concious—is a serene and different sight. You adored being able to witness it, but sleep has completely drained from his body and he's now full of energy as usual.
He's not having the mercy to let you sleep in today, not after you woke up first. Someone has to keep him in check anyway.
With a sigh, you let him drag you wherever you wants, quietly complaining about his disrespect to the concept of slow mornings.
Sleepy Shidou gone for the moment. Now go and keep an eye on your walking menace.
☼︎ notes: ughh this was so rushed and i still didn't make it on time for his bday :(( im very shidou pilled atm so i wanted to do better but its fine ill just make more in the future. its my first time writing for him idk how to feelllll. happy birthday shidou you're an icon and we love u
