hallo may i request when reader's stuff (like maybe a bag, or something) get snatched while they're walking on the side walk or just distracted in general? tq <3
Yes of course! <33
ꨄ︎ Blue Lock characters ꨄ︎ ──── and being thieved
➥ pairings. Blue Lock character x reader
➥ featuring. | Isagi Yoichi | Itoshi Rin | Michael Kaiser | Itoshi Sae |
➥ tags. fluff, thievery, suave bf's
➥ tw. violence, blood, excessive cursing (Isagi, who else?)
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Isagi Yoichi
➥ Normally, Isagi is a very genial and well-mannered person. From opening doors to helping old ladies cross roads, he was basically the paragon of anthropology.
➥ ... though barring the few... moments that a very different and a very brash version of Isagi shone through the cracks that made up his pleasant façade.
➥ Some of those moments (okay, a lot of those moments) happened on the field. What can he say? He's just a very... driven (ahum, read: maniacal) individual when it comes to football.
➥ But the very few and far between moments that his family, and by extension, you, were threatened, hell will break lose and you can be sure that Isagi will act.
➥ Not physically. No, of course not. Isagi likes to take it a step further.
➥ Just... public degradation by utilising the most diabolic word combos that mankind has ever had the (dis)pleasure of knowing.
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You were just mesoying with Isagi on a bright, sunny day. When it happened.
In the middle of your story, a person in a hoodie bumped into you, causing you to stumble into Isagi.
Isagi's eyes went wide, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
"Are you alright?" His eyes roamed over your face, searching for any signs of discomfort.
"Yeah... I'm fine." You let out a deep exhale. If Isagi hadn't been there, who knows what would've happened? Maybe you would've played traffic cone instead and be laying pancake sized on the roads now.
Isagi scoffed. "What a brute."
"Yeah, indeed. Well, anyway, where was I? I wanted to show yo--" You gasped.
Isagi's eyes immediately grew in alarm. "What is it?"
"My bag! That fucking--" You cursed, eyes frantically going along the pavement, trying to catch a glimpse of the hoodied person.
Isagi cursed underneath his breath.
But when he turned to you, his eyes softened considerably, though there was still a hard edge to his gaze.
"Stay here, alright? I'll get your bag back." And without further ado, he stormed off.
Isagi's chest heaved as he sifted through the crowds, his mind comparing every hoodied person to the one that had stolen your bag.
"Fuck." He cursed, running a hand through his hair. Where was that damned donkey?
"Hey! Come back here!" A shout made Isagi twist his neck, and there. He. Fucking. Was.
That conniving rat. Running away from another victim, yet again.
But he wouldn't be running for much longer.
Isagi broke out in a sprint, colours blurred in the background as his eyes zeroed in on the dastardly assailant.
"Hey!" He yelled when he was within hearing distance, "Come back, you lousy motherfucker!"
People confusedly whirred their heads, wondering what all the commotion was about as Isagi stormed past.
The robber's eyes widened when he looked back and saw that Isagi was hot on his heels.
He zigzagged through the mass of people, trying to shake Isagi off, but Isagi wasn't an athlete for nothing; he easily calculated the fastest route to get to the point the robber probably would go to.
It was almost laughably easy, how fast Isagi caught up with him.
"Gotcha." Isagi hissed, skidding to a stop right in front of the burgular.
The robber's eyes went wide as he scrambled to go in a different direction, but it was to no avail, Isagi was already on him.
"Give me the bags back." Isagi heaved. "You smarmy sorry excuse for a robber. Sloppy, you good-for-nothing donkey. I've seen toddlers with better positioning. My grandma would've outrun you, and she has a hip prosthesis."
The robber's mouth fell open. Alongside the jaws of the onlookers.
Because who the hell went on a whole tirade about how paltry one's robber skills were, after catching said robber?!
Isagi Yoichi.
Isagi raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You're still standing there? You make the trees look like competetive sprinters. Just give it back, man, you look like someone who takes orders."
The robber was too stunned to speak.
"Must I do everything myself?" Isagi pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an annoyed huff. He stalked up to the robber, snatched the bags out of his hands.
"Well, thanks for... giving me a warm-up, I guess." Isagi muttered. "Tch. Even my walk to the kitchen burns more calories than your ridiculous run. Your posture looks like an inversed trophy. How you can still run like that is an Eighth World Wonder."
And with that, Isagi left, still uttering insults underneath his breath.
"Isagi!" You exhaled in relief when his familiar figure came into view.
Isagi's lips quirked upwards, pink scattering on his cheeks. Proudly, he lifted his right arm, your bag in hand.
Your eyes lit up. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Isagi scratched his neck. "It was nothing." But his face deepened in colour.
"Wow," you stared amazedly at the bag, then at Isagi. "How did you do that?"
"Oh just, walked up to him and asked to give it back." Isagi shrugged.
"Huh." You nodded, that did sound like an Isagi thing.
Except it wasn't. He had cursed the shit out of him.
But what you didn't know, couldn't hurt you, right?
Itoshi Rin
➥ Rin is... very destructive. Self-destructive, destructive towards opponents, football, his brother.
➥ But to the people who hurt you? He's an extermination harbinger, raving everything to the ground.
➥ He will not stop until he's satisfied. He's definitely not above packing a punch, and packing one he can.
➥ People will have to physically remove him, and even then, Rin won't stop. Eyes narrowed, shouting profanities from his tongue that would make Shakespeare roll in his grave. Sounds like Rin alright.
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"And then I--" You cut yourself off as you were crudely shoved away, bag ripped out of your hands.
"My bag!" You cried out, making a move to go after the robber, but Rin was faster.
"Come here, you lukewarm pest." He hissed, long strides making it terrifyingly easy for him to gain ground.
The robber chanced a look back, blanched, then promptly broke out in a sprint.
"Oh no you don't." Rin snarled, lunging forward with his hand tightened in a fist.
With a harsh slap! Rin's hand made contact with his skin, sending the robber flying a few metres backwards.
The robber attempted to crawl away, but he was nothing against the likes of a wrathful Rin.
Rin had a murderous glint in his eyes as his hand hooked around the robber's ankle, pulling.
The robber screamed, clothes tearing away at the seams, skin falling apart.
But Rin didn't stop.
"You damned behemoth. You make me fucking puke." Rin slammed a fist against the man's face. "Fucking stand up and fight me, you tepid insect."
"Please, I'm sorry, okay, ple--"
Rin silenced him with a fist against his jaw.
Blood seeped between the man's lips, coating his teeth a crimson hue when he opened his mouth in another blood-curdling scream.
"Someone-- remove him!" An onlooker yelled.
"He's fucking killing him." Another shouted.
"Hey! Stop hitting him! He's already pathetic enough!"
The shouts grew in alarm as the fight was prolonged. Well, fight. It was more like a one-sided beating. And Rin was winning by a landslide.
You heard the panicked yells, when you had finally caught up.
Your eyes widened at the sight as you pushed your way through the circle of people that gathered to observe the spectacle.
"Rin..." Your mouth dropped, as you saw him hunched over the robber, basically beating him to a pulp.
But Rin didn't hear you.
His breathing was laboured, eyes having taken on a brutal lethality. His knuckles were scabbed over and bruised, nose bleeding from the rare instance that the robber had managed to hit him back.
At the end, it had taken four men to extract Rin, and even then, they were still struggling to restrain him.
The robber had long gone unconscious, a small mercy.
Rin was panting, blood dripping from his chin, eyes still razor sharply fixed on the robber.
He didn't look away even once. Not even when he was dragged away.
But when you yelled his name, bag that you had retrieved from the robber clutched tightly in your hand, Rin looked up.
Worry was easily read off your face. The dip between your eyebrows, the slant in your lips. Diluted eyes that Rin found so easy to drown in.
"Get fucking off me." He harshly commanded at the men.
The men exchanged dubious glances, but at the silent rage that slowly built up on Rin's face, they hastily released him.
"Rin." You said again, when you were close.
"Mhm." His eyes roamed over your face, silently assessing if he should just go back and trample the robber another time if he'd had hurt you somehow.
"You okay?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Should you really be asking me that?! You're covered in blood!"
"It's not my blood."
"Still!" You stepped closer, hands taking his bruised ones. Your bottom lip worried between your teeth as you observed the damage.
His knuckles were hit raw, they would surely take at least a week to heal.
You sighed, taking a tissue out of your back to swipe the blood.
Rin's eyes widened.
"You've got blood on your bag."
"Oh. Well, I can just clean it." You shrugged.
Rin averted his eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy.
"I'm... I'm sorry."
You let out a laugh from disbelief. "Sorry? For what?"
"For making your bag dirty. It's your favourite one." Rin's voice was hoarse.
Was he... for real?
"Oh Rin," Your voice was soft. Your heart even softer for the man who had defended you by ruthlessly beating another man in a fight, but looked now downright crestfallen, because a smidge had ended up on your bag.
You brought him closer, hands going around his waist. "My beautiful, precious boy." You whispered.
"You... you're not mad?" Rin asked in disbelief.
"Never."
How could you be mad? How could you, when Rin felt so vulnerable in your arms, voice tinging with remorse and guilt, knuckles raw and bloody, but concerned for your well being?
How on earth, no, the fucking universe, could you?
You couldn't. And that was a hard fact.
The earth orbited around the sun, Isagi was far worse a football player than Rin, and you...
You couldn't have loved Rin more.
Michael Kaiser
➥ Ohoh, now it's one thing to cross him, but it is another thing altogether when you cross one of his loved ones.
➥ He's fiercely protective. But that would express itself more in his arrogant demeanour and his disparaging attitude, because for some reason, Kaiser has a marvellous talent for being able to insult someone, upheave himself, and make the whole damn narrative about him in just a single breath.
➥ Toys with his victims. The three paragraphs long villain monologue? The dramatic swish of his hair? The over the top facial expressions? He does it all.
➥ But aside from being talkative, Kaiser likes to give his victims a little... present. (A gigantic bruise that'll make the robber remember that Michael fucking Kaiser and his loved ones are not to be fucked with).
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"Oh, I want to show you these pictures I took, just le-- OH NO!" You shouted in alarm, but it was in vain; the robber had already wrenched your bag from you and was now disappearing in the distance.
Kaiser tutted. "Tch. Just leave it to me, Schatz." He winked at you, before he took off.
You could only stare at his retreating back in befuddlement, wondering if just for a second, you were in some second-rate shoujo manga and Kaiser was the first male lead girls swooned over.
With a sigh, you followed them.
Correction, you weren't in a shoujo manga, you were in a shounen anime that had trashy antagonist dialogues and even trashier poses.
Because what you saw upon arriving on the scene, could not, and I'm telling you, not be described as normal.
The robber was splayed on the floor, his scared eyes gazing up at Kaiser, who was looming over him, one foot on his chest, as if he was the heroic Mario who had beaten the big, ugly Bowser.
"...could beat me? You lowly underling. Did you even think, no look twice when you passed me?" Kaiser scoffed, carding a hand through his hair.
The poor robber was petrified.
"That's right, fucking bow down to me." Kaiser's glare turned menacingly as the robber cowered underneath his penetrating gaze.
"Stop wasting your breath already, you're not even fucking good at this shit." Kaiser drawled, pressing his heel harder in the man's skin.
The man let out an embarassing squeak. Kaiser's grin stretched wider. Oh, he was enjoying this.
"Let me show you, hm?" Kaiser leaned down, until his face was mere inches apart from the robber's. His voice was silkily soft, like the deadly call of a sirene.
"No, please, I'll do anything!" The robber pleaded.
"Ah, ah. Don't you know?" Kaiser cooed, "Begging makes you look pathetic."
He kicked the man's face in.
Blood splurted from the man's nose as a collective gasp rose from the gathered audience. A deafening crack told you that something was definitely broken.
You had to put an end to this.
You shoved your way through the mass of people, until you finally had a front row seat.
"Micha," You said sternly.
"Hm?" Kaiser lazily tilted his head. "Should I go for his left eye or his right? Or both?"
The robber shrunk in on himself as Kaiser turned his glare on him full-force. "Please, help me!" The robber pleaded, struggling underneath Kaiser's foot.
The sight was so darn pathetic that you actually pitied him.
"Please, do some--" A loud slap.
"Don't fucking talk to her, let alone command her to do something." Kaiser hissed, easily lifting the man up with one hand.
The robber's face became purple as he choked in Kaiser's death grip.
"Now, say sorry to her." Kaiser said finely.
"'M... 'm so...y" The man spluttered out.
"Kaiser." You said.
Kaiser sighed, rolling his head in his neck.
He brought the man closer, breath ghosting against his ear as he whispered, "You got off lucky, because my girlfriend is here. Next time, you won't even be able to crawl away."
The man gulped. After being satisfied, Kaiser released the man by simply... letting go. The man crumpled in a pitiful coughing heap on the floor.
Kaiser dusted himself off, a disgusted expression on his face as he wiped his hands on his pants.
Then, he turned to you. And it was like his whole face had done an 180.
A gentle smile graced his lips, eyes crinkling at the edges, gaze holding something soft.
He stuck his hand out to you. "You coming?"
You should probably check up on the poor man. You should probably ensure that no one had filmed the whole deal.
But Kaiser wasn't named "God's Chosen Emperor" for nothing, and you could do nothing but sigh, and reach for his hand.
As you walked away, Kaiser handed you your bag, as if it were nothing. As if he hadn't made a whole elaborate spiel of taking it back.
"You were saying something about photos." Kaiser helpfully supplied, charming smile fixed on his face.
"I... alright." You had long been used to Kaiser's eccentric antics by now. This was just a walk in the park for you.
You opened your photos app.
You stilled.
"Michael fucking Kaiser!" You slapped him, Kaiser broke out in hearty laughter. "You are the most infuriating, agonising peacock ever!"
"Also the most handsome peacock, right?" Kaiser wiggled his eyebrows.
You slapped him again.
(On your phone, there was a selfie of Kaiser, a smug grin on his lips. His foot was on top of the robber's body. His eyes screamed terror).
Itoshi Sae
➥ He's so calm. It's fucking terrifying.
➥ Possesses the ability to do everything... nonchalantly.
➥ Throws the robber over his shoulder, nonchalantly. Picks up your bag, nonchalantly. Gives the robber a few choice words. (Again, nonchalantly).
➥ Dusts himself off after as if it was... nothing. And maybe, to him, it was. Just a regular Tuesday, just stopping a robber and simultaneously giving him nightmares for at least a few light years. Yep. Totally normal.
| Extract |
The sun was beating down on you, so you reached in your bag to take out your sunglasses, but before you could do so, a man ran past, sliding your bag cleanly off your shoulder.
Your eyes widened in shock, staring dazedly at the spot where your bag had just been.
"I'll be back in a few."
And before you could form a coherent thought, Sae had pressed a kiss on your cheek, before slipping from your grasp.
"Sae...?"
The robber looked back, eyes narrowing when Sae... walked towards him. No. Not a half-jog, half-walk. Not speed walking. Just Sae's confident, unhurried gait.
Your mouth fell open.
The robber, not wanting to wait for Sae to catch up, kicked up the gear and sprinted away.
Sae simply turned into an alleyway. Walking.
Was he doing an impromptu side quest or something?!
Well, you didn't want to wait to find out, so you broke out in a sprint, chasing the robber.
Your eyes squinted as you tried to find him in the mass of people. Damn it. It was far too crowded and far too fucking hot for this.
But fate decided to smile on you today.
You caught a glimpse of your bag.
"Hey, stand still!" You ran towards the robber, but what you saw made you stop. Full body halt. Spirit leaving body and all that.
Because it wasn't the robber who was holding your bag. It was Itoshi Sae.
"Sae." You heaved out his name, breathless from the pursuit.
"Amor," Sae replied, handing you your bag.
You took it with wide eyes. "How... how...?"
"He's a damn devil!" The robber sprouted from where he was laying on the ground.
Wait. Damn. He was laying on the ground.
There was a bruise blooming on his cheek. You didn't know if it was foot-shaped or hand-formed.
"Ambushed me outta fucking nowhere." The robber spewed, the clot of saliva landing just inches from Sae's polished shoes.
Sae stared at him with as much interest he had in continuing football with Rin.
"You're lukewarm." Sae stated. Because yeah, when he said it, it was basically a new law. "Slow, uncoordinated, sloppy." He listed off, all the while his face didn't move even an inch.
"Let's not bother wasting our time on him," Sae turned to you, his eyes losing the hard edges of his apathy. With a gentle grip, he lightly tugged you away from the scene.
You didn't even know if you wanted to laugh or cry.
What the fuck had even happened in the span of... five minutes?!
"Come, love." Sae murmured.
He reached in your bag, taking out your sunglasses.
With care and precision, he swiped the hair away from your eyes, and tenderly placed your sunglasses on your face.
You stared at him in shock.
Sae continued walking.
Your mind finally kicked back in start drive, and you followed him, holding his hand.
You were still processing the transgression that had happened, while Sae was just... walking.
Not a half-jog, half-walking. Not speed walking. Just Sae's confident, unhurried gait.
You'd be damned if that wasn't hot as hell.
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