you look rather good after we broke up, pretty woman
you still look good and it annoys me, pretty woman
ITOSHI SAE !
you received flowers at the small place you had gotten your part time job at. your coworkers described what the guy who gave you flowers looked like. red hair, green eyes, long under lashes, and undeniably itoshi sae.
you threw those flowers in the trash the first two days. but when you kept receiving more and more, you started donating them.
sae watched you one day. he saw you helping the elderly lady cross the road, then offering the small bouquet to her.
fucking unfair. you're supposed to be crying and being angry at him. instead, you're going ahead, looking beautiful, unlike his miserable self.
the very next day, you enter your workplace, expecting flowers again. but today, you see your coworkers giggling as...they read the letter that came along with the bouquet.
i don't do this kind of thing. i'm bad at it. and you know it. i'm bad at much more things than this. like understanding you. that day you pulled me to the flower shop and put a flower behind your ear. you looked like a doll. you are.
it was almost sweet, till you read—
maybe im giving you the wrong flowers. what kind do you like? meet me once and let me know.
── from shitty ex boyfriend to dollface
MICHAEL KAISER !
he hated that deep blue sundress of yours that had little rose designs, that felt like it was meant to be worn by you for him.
he hated it.
no he didn't.
he was head over heels for you.
days would be of him admiring you in it. nights would be of the dress on his bedroom floor.
god, he was gone.
usually, many would just throw away things that reminded them of their ex. but you loved the dress just as much as him. and perhaps, you haven't moved on. just like him.
he doesn't corner you. not really. you have all the free space to run away. and yet, you didn't. and he takes that advantage, leaning lower and closer to you.
"this is the third fucking time you're wearing it this month," yes, he's keeping tabs on you. yes, you're aware of it.
"you're insane, michael."
"and you're pretty, y/n," he just said that, sounding absolutely like a toxic possessive ex, "you know what's even more fucked up, y/n? that im trying to get over you and you keep getting...pretty. day by day. prettier and prettier and fucking prettiest."
lie. im trying to get over you. absolutely a lie. he's been after you shamelessly.
"michael—"
"you keep wearing this fucking blue dress i like."
"i can wear whatever i want!!"
"and im not stopping you. all im asking you..." he steps closer, "is to take me back, y/n. please."
a/n: sorry for not including rin and yoichi :( i'll post about them later on the same topic, dw.
⟡ ── i can't stay mad at my girlfriend for long | BLUE LOCK
ft. sulky boyfriends
ITOSHI SAE !
he's watching tv but he's really not. he's glaring. what you did was not really nice, however, that doesn't mean he should scoot away when you sit beside him. he moves exactly 2.72823 cms away.
bad. very very bad.
he regrets it immediately cause when he looks at you, you have this dumb little sad expression on your face, your eyes showing hurt.
"dammit," he mumbles, scooting closer, putting his arm around you, "i wasn't even mad at you,"
he lies cause he doesn't want you depressed. now he can't even sulk in peace cause you'll sulk even more.
ITOSHI RIN !
"and now itoshi rin will be pouring green tea over the rice as you can see," you do commentary as if the camera is following you with a spoon in your hand like a mic, "as you can see ladies and gentlemen, he's blowing on the hot content before he nom noms it—"
"can you shut up???" you slightly flinch when he snaps. and then he turns his back at you, going full babygirl mode. well, he regrets it instantly after cause he doesn't hear your very-not-annoying commentary.
so he looks back to see you eating your food in silence. he clicks his tongue, "didn't mean to make you scared like that," he offers you a bite of his ochazuke, "sorry."
ISAGI YOICHI !
he's on his full concentration to ignore you. leaning his back on the couch as he doom scrolls down his phone.
the earlier conversation broke your heart when he said 'don't talk to me' and when you were about to protest, he simple said 'no.'
so now you're sitting beside him, facing him. he exhales, his concentration still on his phone...when he feels a poke on his cheek. then another. so then you use your ultimate weapon,
"yo-chan~ baby~ darling~ honey pie~ butter cup~"
you knew you were winning when he looked at you with his totally not impressed face.
"cmere," he pulls you to him. you kiss the the corner of his mouth, apologizing for real, cause he deserves justice.
MICHAEL KAISER !
he has his glasses on as he sits by the desk, reading one of his interesting books.
they piqued your interest too as you drag a chair to sit beside him, peeking peeking. but he doesn't let you. raising his hand to dismiss you(the audacity like how dare??)
and you take that little wave of dismiss by heart.
you get up and go lay on the bed on your tummy, reading other one of his books.
when he doesn't hear you, he sighs, taking off his glasses as he walks over to you. he lays, wrapping an arm around you as he nuzzles into your side.
"you're so fucking unfair, y/n," he grumbles. you close the book, pulling him closer cause honey, even you can't stay away from him. it's like you both have a separation anxiety, "y/n, i just want you to—"
"i know. and im sorry," you quickly apologize, cutting him off.
"angel, that's not what i—"
"doesn't matter. i know im wrong," you say as he wipes a tear that rolled down your cheek. he leans in, brushing his nose with yours, kissing away your tears.
you accidentally forgot to respond to his affection
ITOSHI SAE !
while everyone believed that his dry ass 'gm' deserved to be left on delivered, you knew better.
those two stupid alphabets together meant im thinking about you the first thing i wake up.
but it so happened one morning that you left him on seen. sae thinks it's fine. maybe you're brushing your teeth or making breakfast. he shouldn't overthink but he can't help but to worry when it's past noon.
he sighs. and types why you didn't reply. then he messaged again. and again. but it gets left on delivered. he flips the phone, about to give up, just then—ding.
message from y/n.
sry i fell asleep again 😭
ITOSHI RIN !
while walking home together, rin didn't think much. his hands brushed against yours a couple of times so naturally, he reached for yours.
except what happened was—at the same time, you pulled back, running your hand through your hair, not knowing that your boyfriend is gonna think too much about it.
at first, rin tells himself it's nothing really. but then you feel him slow down. you pause and look behind, asking what's wrong.
to which he doesn't even hesitate saying—"just wanted to hold your hand."
you blink. you don't question your weird, sad boyfriend more, taking his hand in yours as the two of you continue walking.
ISAGI YOICHI !
saying those three words is so natural. it's like breathing now. you and yoichi just happen to simply talk and laugh over a topic that kept changing every second.
somewhere between giggles, he says it.
i love you.
you don't pay attention that much, calling him silly, flicking his forehead. he laughs too, but it's a bit awkward. you don't notice, continuing to yap about the next thing. it's nothing. yoichi tries to convince himself. you don't have to say it back everytime.
but when he starts thinking too much, he interrupts, "y/n," he calls and you hum as a question, "i love you." you tilt your head, confused, but say it back.
and oh those simple words 'i love you too,'...you don't know how much that relieved him.
MICHAEL KAISER !
kisses.
michael lives for them. giving and receiving. but mostly receiving.
kisses on forehead, cheeks, nose, or the ones where you have to stand on your tippie toes to peck his lips. all of it.
but today, you perhaps forgot to give him one. so he leans over to you, wanting to take it himself but you turn the other way and NOT on purpose. you're not brushing it off by saying not right now or some excuse.
but that doesn't help it. sure he tries to give you time, but it isn't long till he finally confronts you about it.
"you don't wanna kiss today?" he asks.
do you not love me anymore? is what his overthinking self meant.
he doesn't explain more. you read him. you apologize, cupping his face and kissing him, making all that insecurity run away.
he was so close to throwing little stones on your window. sadly, there were no stones. so he dug into his pocket, taking out a fist full of hard candies. and he threw them at your window.
he had a frown on his face when he sees you walk out of the door. trying to hide that blush on his face, covering it up with an angry expression his little self could muster when he sees you in those two stupid braids, and the sundress you look so adorable in.
"what's your excuse this time?" he asks, referring to why you were late, "and what are you hiding behind your back?"
you smile, showing him the little camera, "papa got this for me..."
"tch. it's nothing interesting—"
"smile for me, sae."
"what—"
click!
and that was the very first picture you took in your camera. a cute, confused, surprised itoshi sae.
sae learned very quickly that you were gonna annoy him. for him to become your model. he never saw you this hyper before. it's like you got ten times more energized when you got the camera.
"sae! try to look cool!"
"sae not like that!"
"sae like this!"
"sae do a handstand!"
sae groans, absolutely not liking it. cause why are you telling him to do a handstand in the middle of a field?...of flowers ofcourse.
"can i try? handstand!" little rin tried, failing but he looked so adorable, you took pictures of him.
sae groaned, walking to you to turn the camera to himself, "not him. me."
sae was outside your place, ready to throw candies again when you already peeped out of the window, the candy hitting your head. you let out an ow, rubbing where you got hit.
you invited sae in. it was his very first time at your place. sae placed the candies in the bowl nearby, watching as you sat cross legged infront of the mirror, braiding your hair, tongue poking out in concentration.
"this is why you're late every time? you braid your hair so slow..."
you were too focused to pay attention to his words.
sae simply leans back on his palms, looking at you, popping the candies in his mouth once in a while, even feeding you time to time.
when you were done with setting your hair, you looked at him, smiling, "all done."
and sae pretends he never blushed, his cheeks puffed with embarrassment and candies.
you'd bring the same candies you both loved so much to after his practice sessions. he never shared them with anyone. not even rin.
sae never let anyone make fun of you. not about the silly candies, not about the silly camera you carried, not about your silly braids, not about the silly braid you'd absentmindedly make on the lower back ends of sae's hair. just like how astrid would braid for hiccup.
you and sae were glued to each other the whole childhood.
ofcourse he allowed that.
he was sick in love with you.
so when he told you it was time he went abroad for some soccer reasons you couldn't really grasp. cause you were already feeling so so sad, not wanting him to leave.
"sae...will you take pictures in spain?"
he wanted to say yes. but instead, he said that he'll be busy.
"sae..." you opened your arms, your eyes teary. he didn't hesitate to hug you, earning a gasp from little rin when you kissed sae's cheek.
"don't miss me, ok?" sae held your hand, and when he let go, there was that candy in your palm you liked the most.
you shook your head cause how are you supposed to not miss him?
that was the first time you cried for sae.
the second time was when you didn't feel the same for him anymore when he returned years later.
you don't know what happened.
still, you cried, cause you yourself didn't know what emotion you were feeling. you were too oblivious.
you grew up, getting used to flowers and sceneries. you'd stand in the middle of fields, taking pictures with a better camera your papa got you.
but you never allowed itoshi sae to peep into the camera again. never told him to model for you.
everytime you'd shrug him off, he'd ignore the annoyance.
that's till it happened again after the u-20 japan vs blue lock match.
everything all together was overwhelming.
so if you ignore or shrug him off again, he'd do something stupid.
and you ignore, turning the other way.
and he did something stupid.
something he never did before. something he didn't allow anyone to do.
he tugged on your braid.
"y/n," he calls sternly. you look at him and he pretended he didn't feel the warmth in his heart. the sundress you wore, the camera in your hands, the braides and the stupid silly cute adorable frown on your face, "im sorry."
you were used to simple things. flowers and sceneries, yeah. not this expensive restaurant. you almost felt embarrassed that you didn't wear something that matched the aesthetic.
"you look good," sae said softly.
you felt relieved. but you don't face at him. feeling too shy shy, "don't look at me like ive something stuck on my face."
"you have."
"what? where?"
"i lied."
you pause. eyebrows knitting together as you exhale, "you're not funny sae."
sae knows. it was a lame attempt to make you smile. didn't work apparently.
"i pretended a lot," sae starts, "i will stop that now only if you stop."
you blink. confused. so so confused, "what did i pretend?"
"that you don't like me."
your eyes go wide and your face goes tomato red. and you asked for proof. yes. proof and evidence that he found where you liked him.
"you cried because of me," sae gives a reason, "twice."
"listen, sae. one because you left. two because you were so mean."
"...i know. but i already said made up for that," sae defends, "your camera roll is full of me. you can't deny you didn't like me," he gives a other bit of evidence. oh and the debate starts. back and fourth.
"i take pictures of everything."
"you braided my hair."
"i love braiding. it calms me down."
"you cried when i was leaving."
"you're being mean—"
"you hugged me."
"i hug everyone."
"you kissed me."
"sae—"
"you liked me."
you open your mouth to deny but he flicks your forehead before you could defend yourself.
"how are you so oblivious, you dumb girl?"
"you're being cruel, sae."
"i'll confess."
he does. he doesn't go into detail. cause he doesn't know how to. he's as bad with emotions as much as you're oblivious with them.
what he doesn't confess: that your braids always made his heart flutter. your sundress he always found cute. your puffed and chubby cheekies when you got mad, the smile when you'd be satisfied with after taking pictures, your cute face when you cried for him and only him, your happy face eating the candies you both loved so much, your fingers that ran through his hair before you braided them, and how your overall sweet n soft spoken self made his heart race.
but what he did confess was short and simple. he was sick in love with you ever since childhood.
time passed so much that the candies from childhood were not being sold anywhere.
but the field of the flowers remained healthy.
you left the camera home. but the spirit of photography never left you. you didn't need a camera. your phone did the thing just fine as the two of you sat.
"sae," you smile innocently. the one he'd fall for everytime, "come here."
you tuck a little flower behind his ear.
he huffs, doing the same.
and you take a selfie, thinking he'd hate it for being too cheesy.
"...you took a picture of me after so long," he says, "send that to me."
"sae. why are you being so..."
"so what?"
"so romantic?"
really? you call that romantic? then sae showed you what real romance is.
you yelp when he hovered over you.
"you just noticed that im being romantic? stupid oblivious girl."
you stare at him. then turn back to whatever you were doing, "just say you want me to die," you say without looking at him.
he goes ಠ_ಠ like that face is literally him, "don't twist my words."
"im not? i'd literally die if you throw me across the room."
"can your dumbass not read between the lines?"
"sorry i can't," you look at him, "kindy tell me what you mean."
he pauses. cause what the fuck is he supposed to say? he's feeling this for the very first time and it's killing him.
ITOSHI RIN !
you're struggling to open a jar of jam. and thats when he walks to you, snatching the jar, opening it aggressively and just as much aggressively, he places it down on the counter.
"itoshi rin, what is wrong with you??"
"i will fucking bite you. im not joking, y/n," he grumbles.
"you did that last time too," you say, unimpressed.
"tsk. and who started it??"
"rin, we were 7," you sigh when he grumbles more. this was his serious problem (jk). it wasn't the first time it happened. but you knew. so you open your arms, thinking that'll soothe him but no. he aggressively pulls you and bites your shoulder.
ISAGI YOICHI !
yoichi has no clue what is going on. what the fuck is he feeling really. it was the 789462 time you hear him sigh, his ears going red. so obviously you confront, "yo-chan...everything ok?" is he uncomfortable because of you, perhaps?? "is it me?" you ask in a low voice.
"can i just eat you a little?" he immediately regrets what he said, "no no no not in that way! i mean—god motherfucking dammit...!" yoichi sinks to his knees, his hands covering his face cause he doesn't have it in him to face you.
you: ಠ_ಠ, "so it is me..."
"no! it's me. stupid fucking me!"
MICHAEL KAISER !
oh he loves that you're making him feel this and he's not ashamed. so obviously it wasn't the first time you made him feel like this. he knows what it's called. he walks behind you, "babe," he calls, smiling, "fuckin hell..." he mumbles.
"hm?" you hum in question, looking back at him.
"im gonna eat you."
"....control your hormones—!"
"nah not like that. i mean, yes i will but before that," he picks you up. he carries you to bed, placing you there on your back gently and he hovers over you. he holds your chin, tilting it to the side. and he licks you.
you were in the kitchen, humming, chopping veggies that the kids disliked when—
"cheater!" souta suddenly yells, pointing dramatically at rin.
you pause. knife in hand, you slowly turn toward your son, “what did you say, souta?”
rin violently chokes on water, baffled.
shouma, the brains, adds fuel to the fire, "we saw it. papa was talking to a woman at the grocery store."
rin coughs, wiping his mouth, "she was the cashier—!"
but your very real smile and vein that popped on your forehead said everything, "so… papa’s smiling at other women now, hm?" you kept chopping the vegetables calmly.
"y/n no, i swear she gave me the wrong change, i wasn’t even—"
sakura gasps, turning to you, "he remembers her!!"
"evidence." shouma adds.
meanwhile, you continue chopping the veggies calmly. perhaps too calmly. while the kids kept adding more on how their papa is a cheater and how it's injustice to you.
you slightly flinch at sae's stern tone. you were just grabbing an energy drink from the fridge when he snatched it from your hold. caught. and you can't even make excuses or whine because you know sae is right, "you look worse day by day," he scolds, and you stay silent, "how long have you been awake for?"
"...a while," you mutter, not even looking at him.
he exhales deeply, "cmon."
you grumble something but he doesn't let you argue, tugging you to the bedroom.
he takes your phone and places it on his side, not even letting you protest.
he wraps one arm around you and you lean on his shoulder as the two of you lay on the bed. sae forces you to read a book. and that actually helped. you soon felt drowsy and eventually slept. sae shuts the reading light, pulling the duvet over you.
ITOSHI RIN !
"go back," rin says sternly. it was morning when you walked out of the bedroom only to be scolded by him, "go. back. sleep."
"i can't...i've work—"
"take a day off. you stayed awake for god knows how long," you slightly flinch at his tone, "go back."
your shoulders drop as you explain to him that work is important. he doesn't buy it. he grabs your wrist, urging you back, "rin, wait—" nope. he picks you up, plopping you down on the bed. the moment you layed, you felt drowsiness and you rub your eyes.
"tsk. see? you're tired."
you tried sitting up but he didn't let you.
"you get up again and i swear i'll drag you back and tie you to the bed."
ISAGI YOICHI !
you sat infront of the mirror, the concealer stick in your hand.
"you're doing that again."
you pause hearing yoichi's voice. oh he was worried sick for you, "all this...makeup...it's not fooling anyone," he walks to you, kneeling infront of you. he takes the concealer stick and places it down, then cupping your face, thumbs brushing under your eyes.
"yo-chan—"
"you're shaking," he grabs your wrist, placing gentle kisses there, "take a little break from college."
"yo-chan, i cant—"
"you can," he leans in, "a week won't affect anything. you're already working so hard. just...just let me take care of you. no energy drinks. just rest. properly. sleep at night. and stay awake during daytime. ok?"
"...ok."
he smiles, kissing your forehead, "that's my girl."
MICHAEL KAISER !
"oi raccoon," he calls as he walks out of the bedroom. there you were by the dining table. energy drink infront of you while you doom scrolled. he snatches your phone and plops a book infront of you.
"give it back," you say weakly, trying to reach for your phone.
"no. you're going to read this."
"...a philosophy book?"
"read."
"mihya—"
"read."
"...how will this fix my sleep schedule—?"
"it won't. but it will make you sleepy for now," he sits beside you.
while you were reading sleepily, tiredly, he kept running his fingers gently through your hair, which made you even more drowsy. eventually you yawned, reaching maximum tiredness.
"alright," he closed the book, getting up. he smiles at how you were fighting to keep your eyes open.
he carried you to the bedroom. he makes you sit on the bed, him sitting infront of you, "breathe in. breathe out."
you were too tired to argue. so you follow him. finally your eyes closed, he gently guides you to lay down, tucking you in, kissing your forehead.
requested by @dimistrimescu ! darling im so sorry i accidentally deleted your request :( im so happy my silly writings make you happy. your request is so cute! but i only write for sae, rin, yoichi and michael, and only occasionally with other characters. but ofcourse, i'll do your request + i might have altered it a bit. also, this is my first time hearing about this kind of lipgloss. do tell me if it's any good :)
ITOSHI SAE !
when sae saw you pouting and fanning your lips after you applied your gloss, his solution wasn't words(usually never is). so ofcourse, he grabs your chin gently, tilting you head up as he kisses you. and pulls back immediately.
"...take that shit off," he says wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"why did you kiss me idiot? saw me in distress and your first instinct was to kiss it better or what?"
"why did you buy it?"
"makes my lips look fuller, y'know?" you say as you pucker your lips.
he wipes your lips with his thumb roughly.
"sae—ouch!"
and then he leans in and kisses you. kissing it better.
ba dum tsssh.
ITOSHI RIN !
your lips looked extra full today. rin doesn't bother wondering why. he's wondering something else.
this boy doesn't even warn. and while you're talking, he just cuts you off with his lips on yours. and pulling away immediately.
"what did you do?" he accuses. like boy relax, lipgloss ain't a crime, "tastes..."
"spicy?" you complete, chuckling as you watch him furrow his eyebrows while he licks his lips curiously, "too much for you?"
you didn't mean that in any challenging or challenging way. you meant it in a caring girlfriend way, who worries her boyfriend might not kiss her lips if they taste weird.
and ofcourse, he leans in and kisses the gloss off your lips.
ISAGI YOICHI !
"do my lips look bigger?" you ask your boyfriend, looking up at him, lips slightly parted.
"hm," yoichi thinks as he leans in closer, "hmmmm," he ponders more, eyes fixed on your lips, "hmmmmmmm," he's too close now, analysing.
surprise kiss attack.
he smiles leaning back. then his smile drops, "y/n...what did you apply?"
you chuckle, explaining the spicy gloss to him.
"wow," he wipes his lips, "you don't feel pain?"
"i do," you say simply, shrugging like it's no big deal.
"damn. beauty really is pain," spoken like a true girlfriend enthusiast.
"so. like it?" you ask.
"yeah definitely. just...how will i kiss you—? yknow what? i will kiss you even if it's spicy. i'll handle it like a man."
MICHAEL KAISER !
"michael, look at this new lipgloss i bought, it's—"
you were cut off by this impatient dude crashing his mouth on yours. he pulls back with a very unimpressed look on his face.
"...i was literally explaining," you say, your look equally unimpressed.
"explaining what?"
"the gloss, you dumbo. pay attention to my words for once."
"why did you put it on?"
"so that my lips look plump. they do, don't they?"
he scoffs, "ofcourse they do. why did you think i kissed you?" he glances at your lips again, "angel, doesn't it hurt? and you're putting it on willingly?"
"i mean it does feel spicy on my lips...but it's pretty no?"
