NOTE. english is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistake.
ISAGI YOICHI
You don’t even mean to be seductive — you just excitedly grab him because he scored in a match, hugging his head right into your boobs.
Immediate brain shutdown.
You hear a muffled “h-hold on– wait–” but his hands are already on your waist, holding you like he’s bracing for death.
He’s frozen like a statue. Respiration? Gone. Vocabulary? Deleted.
Eventually he just accepts his fate and very slowly snuggles closer like “…if this is a dream don’t wake me up.”
Afterwards he tries to act normal but his face is still red ten minutes later. Bachira sees him and just starts howling with laughter.
ITOSHI RIN
He’s sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. You casually walk up behind him and pull him into your chest like “mine now.”
Instant stiffening. Like a cat forcibly picked up.
“…What the hell do you think you’re doing,” he says with a voice muffled by boob.
But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t resist. Doesn’t breathe.
His hands hover awkwardly, unsure whether to push you away or worship you. Eventually they just settle vaguely on your thighs like he's not trying to touch you but is absolutely touching you.
He pretends to be annoyed — “Are you done?” — but his ears are fire engine red.
Later that night he falls asleep on your chest voluntarily.
ITOSHI SAE
You do it knowing full well he’s cocky and shameless — expecting him to tease you.
You press his face in and go, “Do you like it?”
He inhales. Deeply.
“Better than I imagined.”
HE LOOKS UP AT YOU FROM YOUR CHEST WITH THAT SMUG HALF LIDDED GAZE.
You are now flustered. You have lost control of the situation.
He rests his head there like a pillow, completely relaxed. “I think I’ll stay here for a while.”
When you try to pull away, he tightens his grip on your waist.
“Nope. You started this.”
NAGI SEISHIRO
You don’t even hug him — you just sit on the bed and tell him your chest is a pillow now.
He doesn't question it. He just falls face first into you like a fainting goat.
“…soft.”
He immediately uses your entire torso as a mattress, arms around your waist, legs tangled with yours.
If you try to move? “No. Stay. Warm.”
You are now trapped for 2-6 hours. He might fall asleep. You might die. Worth it.
MIKAGE REO
You do it dramatically. Arms wide. “Come here, baby.”
He runs into you at full speed like a golden retriever.
His face in your boobs? Immediate delighted laughter.
“Oh my god, I’m never leaving. This is peak existence. This is nirvana.”
He wiggles his head like he’s trying to engrave his face into them.
Fully motorboats you unprompted.
If anyone walks in, he proudly shouts “This is MY natural habitat!”
Later he orders you both matching shirts that say “Property of THESE” with arrows pointing to your boobs.
BACHIRA MEGURU
You don’t even get the chance to initiate.
You think about hugging his head into your chest and suddenly he’s already there.
Like a psychic puppy.
“Hehe~ I knew you wanted me here.”
He makes it ten times more scandalous by nuzzling like a cat claiming territory.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” (He says this into your cleavage like it’s a prayer.)
If you try to let go, he tightens his arms and wraps his legs around you.
You are now a Bachira backpack.
He hums happily like he’s listening to your heartbeat like it’s his favorite song.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
You grab him by the face and shove him into your boobs just to shut him up.
Big mistake.
He bites.
Not hard (yet), but enough to make you squeak.
He pulls back with the most shameless grin.
“Oh? You feeding me now, baby?”
Then he smashes himself right back in, hands on your ass, lifting you up like a trophy.
“This is the best religion. I’m converted. Praise be.”
You were trying to be cute but now he’s dry humping you against a wall.
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Kaiser always liked messing with you, but you didn't think he’d take things so far.
(Warnings: noncon kissing, noncon touching, threats, power imbalances, yandere)
Working for Bastard München was a dream come true.
You’d been a soccer fan all throughout your life. You even played a bit in high school, though your talent never got you far. Nevertheless, your passion for the game lasted all throughout middle school, high school, and college. It was how you got to work for one of the greatest teams across the globe.
Seeing Noel Noa in person nearly made you faint, but your fellow managers kindly assured you it was a pretty common feeling. That was another thing you enjoyed about the league: everyone was so nice and friendly.
Except for one person.
The coach blew out the final whistle just as the ball flew into the net. The practice game was over, and there was one clear winner. Kaiser’s grin was feral as his team crowded around him, celebrating his amazing shot. It was an incredible play; you could hardly believe he pulled it off. Despite your reservations about the guy, he was incredible on the field.
You wish he could just stay on it forever.
The team gathers on the sidelines to take their much-deserved breaks. You’re quick to get to work, trailing behind the other managers as they begin to pass out towels and water bottles to the players. You make a beeline to Ali. He’s the biggest talker on the team; everyone hates being near him once he gets going. Maybe if you can get Ali to ramble about birds or something, he might not be too keen on bothering you.
He steps in front of you. You nearly collide with his chest. He’s so tall, you have to crane your neck up just to look him in the eyes. You think that he especially enjoys that. His blue eyes sharpen with delight.
Kaiser tilts his head. “Got anything for me?”
You look down at the water bottle and towel in your hands. Accepting defeat, you hand them over. His fingers brush over yours deliberately. As always, Kaiser makes a show of it. He languidly wipes at his neck and face. He downs the water like it’s liquid gold. Just when you’re about to attend to the next player, he snaps his fingers.
Reluctantly, you look back at him.
“Thanks.” He tosses you the towel. You barely manage to catch it.
He pats your shoulder just before he passes you. “What would I do without our sweet little manager.”
His tone is so condescending that you feel yourself heat up from embarrassment. Out of all the team managers, you’re the only one he calls that.
Players aren’t supposed to return towels to managers; they’re supposed to put them in the bin. Kaiser, however, treats you more like his servant than as your actual job title suggests. You have to ball up your anger as you trek to the rag bin.
One of your fellow managers gives you a sympathetic smile. You toss the dirty rag and grab another water bottle.
“That bad, hm?” She asks.
“No, just the usual amount of shitty.” You mutter.
“He’ll get better,” she tries to assure. “He just needs a bit more time, since you’re new and all.”
Yeah, more time.
They’ve been saying that for the past year and a half.
You’re not sure why Kaiser has a hyperfixation on you. You’re pretty average, all things considered. Despite your normalcy, Kaiser has made it his personal mission to whittle you down.
Everyone has acknowledged his behavior as abnormal. He’s never picked on any of the non-players of the team. He used to pretend they never existed until you came along.
He’d make jabs at your clothes, ghost touches that lingered on inappropriate if he was any slower, and that dreaded title: ‘sweet, little manager’.
“Ignore it.” Another fellow manager comes up to tell you. “He’ll stop eventually.”
You shrug. You glance out the corner of your eye.
Kaiser’s already staring at you. His grin is infuriating.
“Yeah,” you say, “eventually.”
~
You’ve talked to Noel Noa twice in your life.
First: the day you got hired.
Second: the day you turned in your resignation.
He’s still staring long after you stopped rambling. His stare is so heavy, practically crushing you, and yet you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Even as he studies you from his chair, he still feels bigger than you.
He’d stepped down from playing a couple years ago, but even as head coach of the team, he’s yet to lose his intimidating stature.
“Are you sure about this?” He finally asks,
Noa has yet to glance at the slip you dropped on his desk. You drafted your resignation letter with a bold black pen and the neatest handwriting you could. He barely acknowledged it.
“I am.” You tell him. “Thank you for the opportunity. I’ll forever be grateful for all the experience I learned from this team.”
It sounds rehearsed because it is rehearsed. You practiced in the mirror, mouthing the words over and over so you wouldn’t flail in front of Noel Noa.
He only tilts his head, scanning you up and down. You wonder what he’s searching for.
“Did anything particular happen that made you want to resign?” He prompts.
You think of blonde hair with bright blue tips. A blue rose.
“No.” You smile with tight lips. “Nothing at all.”
He doesn’t believe you. You can tell.
“It’s a shame to see you go.” He says anyway, standing up and reaching out his hand. “You were a wonderful asset for this team.”
“Thank you so much, Sir.”
You shake his hand with all the confidence you can muster. You loved this team. You really did.
But it wasn’t worth it.
He wasn’t worth it.
~
When you leave the office, you aren’t surprised to find Kaiser waiting for you.
He’s leaned against the wall, watching with sharp eyes as you continue to stare at the ground. Stupidly, you hope that if you continue to ignore him, he might not try to start anything.
If anything, that makes him more eager.
“Hey hey.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to stop. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Your lips curl into a sneer, but you’re forcing it back down.
“Kaiser, I have work.” Your voice is quiet even to your own ears. It prompts Kaiser to lean down closer to your face.
“Hm? What’d you say?” His grin is even wider.
You try to pull away, but he’s crowding you against the wall, lightly pushing at you. You're forced to take a step back, then another, then another until your back hits the tile.
“I don’t have time for this.” You say, just as quiet. The bite in your words is mute. He relishes this. Kaiser grins, showing white teeth that glint.
“Aw, C’mon.” He mockingly pouts and you bite your lip. “You were in the coach's office for a while. I was getting worried.” He cocks his head, assessing you.
“You didn’t get in trouble or anything, did you?”
“No,” you say firmly, “Stop it. I need to go–”
“Go where?” He prods, and you feel his hand rest on your upper thigh, daring to creep up.
You freeze.
He’s saying something else, but all you can think of is his fingers drifting over your thigh. He gives a firm squeeze.
“Get the fuck off me.”
You push him away. He stumbles back. It’s not strength that gets him off of you. Your burst of anger just surprised him. He’s used to your meekness, willingness to be pushed around. You use it to your advantage, immediately turning away before he can say anything else.
He doesn’t follow. You don’t hear the second echo of footsteps as you walk off. Relief singes at your fingers.
Just for a moment, just for a peek, you glance back.
He’s still standing right where you left him.
His smile is gone.
~
For the next few days, things are strangely peaceful.
There’s no more beratement from Kaiser. You never suffered any more unwanted touches or annoying quips. It was like you were completely erased from his world.
You weren’t complaining. For the first time in a while, you actually looked forward to working with the entire soccer team, rather than just huddling with the other non-players. It was a nice change of pace.
It’s a shame the change only happened right when you were leaving.
A few days before you officially left, your little team of managers promised you a farewell party. You were looking forward to it. One last hurrah with your co-workers before you move into a new section of your life.
Things were finally looking up.
After hours, the club is pretty quiet. Most players just want to shower and go right home. You know, some like to stay behind to do a little more practice, but this is mostly when staff use the time to reorganize locker rooms and such.
You like working alone. Someone else was with you earlier, but you’d kindly waved her off, insisting you could handle it. It was less than an official storage room and more of a closet. You stood in front of the equipment, your trusty clipboard in hand. Someone mentioned that the team was running low on some items. You might have to edit some orders if they were true.
Loud footsteps echo behind you. You pay them no mind. Probably a coach. A player who’d forgotten their bag.
They stop right behind you. You don’t even bother to look.
“I’ll be just a second.” You tell them, assuming they wanted to set up some cones for last-minute drills.
“You’re leaving?”
Your fingers tighten on the clipboard.
Slowly, you turn to look at Kaiser. He’s still in his uniform. The smell of sweat and rubber is faint in the air. His breaths are slow as he glares down at you. Your eyes trail to his hand.
Your resignation letter is crumpled in his hand.
Something keeps strumming through your arms and legs. You want to fidget: shake your leg, flex your fingers. You feel nervous, though you aren’t sure why.
“Yes.” You respond as curtly as you can. “But that’s none of your business–”
“The fuck it is.” He crowds you, forcing you to back up into the storage room.
You’ve seen Kaiser angry before. On the field, or with his teammates. Never at you. There’s no reason to be angry at you. In his world, you barely exist.
Kaiser wasn’t angry.
That’d be too tame a word to describe him.
His blue eyes almost glow with the way he looks at you. Kaiser has always forced you to feel many things: embarrassment, discomfort, anger, and frustration.
Not fear. Never fear.
Until now, at least.
“You think you can just run from me?” He asks, but you don’t think he’s talking to you. His voice sounds rampant, unfocused. “You think there’s somewhere you can escape to? That I’d just let you walk away from me?”
The way he speaks makes something awful grow into the pit of your stomach. His tone is vile, possessive, and something else you’d rather not name. You feel small, like you’re a toy a child is no longer allowed to play with anymore.
You open your mouth, and then his lips are on yours.
There’s no softness, no gentleness. Kaiser is nothing but harsh and full of teeth. By the time you’re able to pull away, your lips are sore and bitten.
He lets you stumble back, reaching up to wipe your blood off his lips.
You should’ve taken that time to run, but you can’t. Your feet feel like they’re cemented into the ground as you continue to stare at him. Your lips sting. Something burns across your face as he advances forward.
You should’ve run. Even as he shut the door behind you two with a final thud, you knew that.
The tiny sliver of light barely gives you a glimpse of his figure before you feel him against your chest, shoving you against the wall.
“What are you doing?” It’s all you can say, all you can think. “Kaiser–what–what are you doing–”
“It’s my fault,” he says, but it sounds more like he’s talking to himself than talking to you, listening to the words form in his mouth. “I was too lenient on you. Everyone else saw it, and I thought that was enough.”
There’s a click of his tongue. “It’s clear you need to have some things spelled out for you.”
Fingers crudely snap in your face. You flinch, trying to back up against the wall, but there’s nowhere to run. Maybe that was the case from the first moment he saw you.
“Here’s how things are gonna go: You aren’t leaving. You are never leaving me. The minute you try, I’m dragging you right back kicking and screaming.”
You wordlessly stare back at him. Kaiser isn’t finished.
“If you want to try, I’ll make you understand just how hard things will get for you.”
The threat is clear and laced with venom that stings. You stop breathing, but your timid fear isn’t enough for Kaiser.
He leans into your space, lips right at your ear.
“Do you understand?”
Something about his tone makes your body snap up at attention. You close your eyes and nod, pressing yourself further up against the wall.
“Okay.” You find yourself saying. “I–I won’t….okay.”
You keep your eyes closed until you no longer feel him breathing down your neck. Even then, he doesn’t let up on his closeness. Strangely, his presence feels smaller, like he’s slowly calming down. You can still feel the rage emanating from his body, but the heat is a bit more bearable.
“Better.” He tells you. You flinch as he lightly pats your cheek, like you were some rowdy mutt.
“There’s this new restaurant that just opened up. It's too Americanized for me, but the food’s pretty good. Wanna go?”
You blink at him. He’s back to how he acted just hours ago, slightly leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, casual with the slightest hint of a playful tease.
How was he so casual about this? Why was he so unafraid? The minute you got out of here you planned on reporting him until he got arrested. You should have done that weeks ago, but why was he so confident you wouldn’t.
You glance down at his shoes. Yours were cheap, but you took care of them as much as you could. You wanted them to last. His were rugged and muddy and barely held together, but the brand was expensive. It probably cost an entire month of your salary. He’d easily buy another pair.
Ah, that was why.
That’s why the other managers brushed off his harsh words even though they edged on harassment. That’s why you still hesitate to say anything even though you desperately want to. You’re just a Pawn on the chessboard.
Kaiser is the King.
When you give a wordless nod, Kaiser preens, satisfied. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, jostling you to his side as he drags you out of the suffocating closet. You shrink under his hold, reluctantly following along as his head dips into the crook of your neck.
“Should’ve done this sooner. Everything's so much easier now that you understand,” he says, his voice muffled by your neck.
“After all, what would I do without my sweet, little manager.”
cw: yandere themes, lowkey bordering pet play ahgwvw
𖥔 ݁ ˖ If you thought Ness was annoyingly clingy before then, congrats, you’ve found a version of him that’s somehow even worse!!
Ness is always so sweet, always at your beck and call like a good doggy should, tail wagging eagerly behind him.
It doesn’t matter how absurd or downright torturous the demand is: want him to bring take out whilst there’s a torrential downpour outside? He’s back with the food still warm and his back completely soaked! Make him get all your groceries for you? Done and dusted, the house is spotless as a bonus for you. Mailing gifts to friends that are literally just down the street? He’ll happily play delivery boy just to see you smile, all while trying not to claw at the pretty little gift box you’ve wrapped it in.
(Your friend later remarks at the deep crescent shaped indents at the sides, which you obviously had to punish him for).
He has to be good, so very good for you. And good boys don’t ruin their owners things, right?
It’s a little hard to discipline him since he’ll simply apologise over and over again until you relent and let go of whatever you’re mad about. He sobs and cries such cute and pathetic tears, clinging to your leg and promising that he’ll never do it again and to please not leave him.
Ness doesn’t know what he’d do if you ever met someone else, so don’t even think about it. He’ll whine however many hours it takes for you to stop seeing them.
Everything he does is simply for the slightest chance you might gaze at him lovingly, give him some affection or affirm to him that he’s yours eternally.
He’ll take any form of love language he can get from you, although his least favourite would probably be gift giving… he has no need for such things anyway. You’re the best gift anyone could ask for!
On the other hand, he’s willing to give you everything of his. There’s no shortage of physical touch, quality time and whatnot for him to spare you. Be as selfish as you want!
He’s got no life outside of you. No friends or family to distract him from his true purpose as your mutt. If you go out, on the rare occasion he’s not accompanying you, he’ll simply wait for your return. Waiting and watching the door with a dull look in his eyes until the light of his life steps through.
Really, Ness is, in a word, desperate for you.
Desperate to drive everyone else away.
Desperate to keep you close and by his side at all costs.
Desperate to feel the love he feels he’s been robbed of his entire life.
And that’s what really should scare you, when his devotion begins to metamorphose into pure selfishness—eventually, the pets and kisses just aren’t enough. He wants to be the sole person you need in your life, someone you can rely on like nobody and nothing else.
Sweet, obedient Ness, who makes sure to be on his best behaviour for long enough to lull you into a false sense of security, who takes care of you when you suddenly feel feverish all the time and become bedbound. When you complain of aches and pains, he’s the one who always massages you until you feel better. Oh, what was that thing he slipped into your drink?
It’s nothing to worry about darling! Just some medicine to help you recover faster…
loki, even in canon, is a person who excels at being depended on. i like to think that his main love language would be acts of service. he doesn't want you to worry about something so trivial as bills, housing, grocceries, etc, especially when you have him. he'll wave it off as an appreciative gesture for a close friend, and he'd feel bad if he didn't help you when he knows he can.
not just that, he'd love to be your primary caretaker if circumstances allows it. if you have an iffy relationship with your family, he'll gently discourage any contact with them at all. you'll just upset yourself, so just stay with him. the issue will surely resolve itself eventually, no? let him take care of you. maybe he's not the best of cooks, sometimes he's a bit busy with practice to properly help you with other housework, but he wants you to lean on him as much as possible. he wants to be asked for things, asked to help with some work, etc. his way of courting is enticing you with how easy life can and will be with him, you'll barely have to lift a finger if at all. stay in bed, let him coddle you.
Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...
You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.
Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours.
But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.
"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"
You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.
It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.
You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.
"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way.
You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.
He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.
"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face.
You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"
"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"
You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.
But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.
"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."
His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.
"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"
His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.
You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"
But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again.
"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.
You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.
He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.
"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”
His hand reached out to tickle your chin.
“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”
Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”
“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”
He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.
“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.
But though you thought you’d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all.
He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.
“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.
“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.
But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”
He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.
He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.
The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.
“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.
“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him.
You’re cute…
“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.
“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.
The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.
“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.
You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness.
“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”
Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.
“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”
His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”
He never had any reason to. The players on Bastard München called you ‘Kaiser’s’. Blindly, he took on the nickname as well. He never used it to address you. He had no reason to talk to you. He joined Blue Lock to be the best. He joined Bastard München to be number one.
It’s not until he literally runs into you that he wonders why no one calls you by your actual name.
“Ah, sorry.” He immediately retracts.
It was an accident. He didn’t even realize you were there until he almost walked on top of you. The papers you were holding were scattered across the floor.
You say nothing, calmly bending down to pick them up. Yoichi stutters, but falls silent when he notices the lack of translators on your ears. You obviously didn’t know Japanese, and he isn’t sure if his English is that good to carry on a conversation.
Instead, he sits next to you, helping you gather the pages. When he hands you the last one, you meet his gaze and smile.
You have a pretty smile. He didn’t know why it took him so long to notice before.
He sees you a lot more after that. It’s like learning the name of a color he hadn't seen before, and finding its hue wherever he looked.
But then he starts noticing a few things he shouldn’t have.
How nobody else in Bastard München brought their partners to Blue Lock. How you sat in the bleachers during every practice. How quiet you were. How you’d never talk to anyone, except for Kaiser.
Only to Kaiser.
Your relationship with him is a little strange. You’re like his shadow, with him whenever he’s not on the field, and lingering on the side when he is. You sit quietly by his side during meal times. He wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you shared a room.
He keeps noticing Kaiser would always have some sort of contact with you. A hand on your waist. A loose hold on your shoulder. His weight slightly leaned against yours. Anyone else would call it affection. Critics might call it ‘too much PDA’.
Yoichi keeps thinking of it like control.
It feels corrupt. He wants to brush that thought away immediately. He doesn’t like Kaiser. He hates Kaiser. To him, Kaiser resembles poison. He needs to step on the King and crush if he wants to get any better.
But Yoichi can’t bring himself to think Kaiser could do something like this.
(He only heard your voice once. It was so soft, barely a whisper as you leaned into Kaiser’s side, saying something in his ear. Yoichi didn’t even know what you said, but you had a nice voice. It’s almost as nice as your smile)
It’s not often, but whenever Yoichi would find you alone, he’d smile at you. It was quick, barely even a glance. He didn’t know why he did it. You didn’t know him. He barely knew you. Maybe it was because he wanted to give you a glimpse of friendliness. Maybe it was because he knew it was the only interaction you had that didn't involve Kaiser. Maybe it was because none of the other players ever even glanced at you.
You’d smile back. It felt enough.
It’s moments like these where Yoichi feels something bubble inside his stomach. Hot and fluctuating. It builds up and up and up.
Everything collides, not on the field, but during a random training session.
It was purely an accident. They were running laps when Kaiser brushed past him. It was yet another ploy to bait him, Yoichi knew that.
He fell for it anyway.
Everyone stops when the two hands of Bastard München clash. Kaiser’s grin is infuriating as they stand toe-to-toe together. In the background, Kurona is saying something. Maybe it’s some words to calm both players down. Yoichi isn’t sure. He’s barely listening.
Maybe they both could’ve walked away if Yoichi hadn’t looked.
It was barely a glance. His eyes stray from Kaiser’s to look at the bleachers, where you sat.
Kaiser catches it.
The punch to Yoichi’s face lacks any mercy, and the thing swirling within Yoichi’s stomach breaks.
In the end, Raichi breaks the fight. It barely lasted a minute, a scuffle at most. There are scratches all over Kaiser’s face. Yoichi can taste blood in his mouth.
His teammates from Blue Lock crowd around him. Kurona asks if he needs an ice pack. He’s glancing out from the crowd. He can only watch as Kaiser stomps to where you quietly sit. His grip on your elbow is too tight when he drags you away.
He doesn’t see you until days later. There’s a large mark at the base of your neck. It was clearly meant to be seen. A claim.
°❀.࿔ Including: Isagi
°❀.࿔ cw: angst, murder mention, obsessive behavior, delusions, drugging (sleeping pills mention)
°❀.࿔ a/n: this is like my semi first time writing for Yandere stuff... gulp hope it's good! I was originally gonna make it longer with more characters but I got writers block on rin... I'll do his later + I kind of like writing it into sections if it does well I'll expand more on it ^-^
+ includes implied college
Isagi yoichi
Isagi met you at the cafe- well not really met more so you brought bumped into each other. You started to apologize frantically grabbing napkins as you tried to clean up the mess with tears already pushing in the corner of your eyes. You looked up at him as you gave a slight bow saying
"I'm really sorry sir- I mean uh- yea sir. I'll buy you a new coffee really I'm sorry-"
He stares before brushing it off as his hand reached to scratch the back of his head "ahh it's no worry really- you didn't do no harm."
That was the moment that started his obsession
Slowly he figured out based on your uniform that you both go to the same college- which was a bonus for him as slowly in the beginning he'd figured out your full schedule by the third day, did accidentally bump in with you in the hall way to cook up a conversation. And would sit with you during lunch when you were alone because oh him
To you- you had no clue why this guy wanted to be friends but you being you. You started to get closer and closer to him even cracking a smile and a laugh here and there
He really was a good friend isn't he?
However you never noticed how he isolated you from everyone- he specifically chose the roof top to eat lunch as no one else besides the janitors and a few kids go up there. He also made sure no one stuck close and often glared at anyone who'd had any idea of trying to get close with you
To him they're all idiots who don't deserve your warmth
And the times you cried over something small made his chest ache as he held you close and helped you calm down.
It boosted his ego too much as the thought that he and only he was the person in your life that gave you comfort and no one else made him feel happy
He even won the heart of your mom and dad as they admired his politeness and kindness to you- even your mom asked
"So when is he gonna become your boy friend?"
You'd always blush out of embarrassment saying "mom he's just a friend!"
The word friend always ringed in his ears- he hoped one day soon you'd reciprocate his love... but until then he clenched his teeth and gave a smile.
He really is a good friend
Until he's not.
You were shoved against the locker harshly as the jock team laughs at your lack of defense.
You don't know what you did but all you know is that they were gonna make a scene in-front of the whole school about you.
Some grabbed your backpack and completely dumped out the stuff in it while others played with trinkets Isagi bought for you.
You already feel the tears whelming in your eyes- many people around them were recording- acting like bystanders and even some of them laughing at you. Some point at you calling you a fat pig, ugly bitch, stuck up snob, but the worst of all
A crybaby
The nail hit where it hurts and you were full on sobbing on the floor as the feeling of your throat closing up making it hard to breath getting worse and worse by the second- at one point a teacher came by which scared the jock team away and the rest of the crowd.
Before the teacher could help Isagi rushed in and pulled you into a tight hug, dragging you slightly off the floor.
The movement was instant but once it registered to you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and cried into his uniform completely done with today.
He wrapped his jacket around you providing warmth as he held your hand down the side walk the sun was already setting and you've already texted your parents that you'd be going to isagi place for a sleep over... insisted by him
"Come on (n.n) Chan- it'll be fun plus I still have those cookies you said you liked a while back." He'd say in sweet poison like a mouse being lured into a mouse trap
Once you got there he started to brew some of your favorite tea/drink but mid way he'd crush a bit too much of melatonin pills into the drinks before handing it to you.
You didn't think much as you finished the drink rather quickly- thanking him for making it... oh little do you know what gonna happen next.
You slowly exit from your dream like state as you let out a small groan twisting and turning in the bed.
Sense when did your bed feel like a cloud?
Ehh whatever you'll enjoy the most you can from this before you have to go back to... school.
You let out a sigh before pulling the blanket over your body-
You paused as you felt the blanket once then twice as it felt like silk- you didn't own any silk blankets?
You moved again in the bed trying to grab your phone which should be at your bed side table. But you only felt more bed which started to alert you more.
Clink clink
You froze as you moved your legs again and the 'clink clinking' sound happened again
Your eyes shot open- which you regret as the sun light seeps into the room. Speaking of the room it was definitely not your room but rather a much more fancier room with a much more wider bed that you expected. You lifted the cover and stared at the chain that wrapped around your leg- tying you to the beds leg.
Your heart rate started to spike but before you could try to take off the chain the door opened and isagi- with a tray of your favorite breakfast came in with a large smile on his face.
He looks at you and pauses- not freezes but stares at you like a lion does before it eats its prey. His smile got wider "oh (n.n) Chan your awake! Thank goodness I thought you'd never wake up-"
"Yoichi- what is this- why am I in your room and why is there a chain around my leg... come on this isn't a funny joke man-"
"Joke?" He says as he tilt his head "why would I be joking about this- this is your new home of course- silly (n.n) you seem to be tired and hungry- doesn't matter though as I made your favorite-"
"What..." you say in shock slightly flinching "what do you mean new home- my family-"
"They don't care about you (y.n)" he replies coldly as the smile disappeared from his face replacing it with something more... concerning "they think you've killed yourself along side with the jocks that bullied you yesterday... such a shame they died so soon."
Your eyes widen as a hand went to cover your mouth in shock- the tears whelm up as he continues "it wasn't that hard really- sure they cried for a bit but now they seemed to have moved on- and for the jock... sure it was hard to get rid of the evidence and blood does stain white shirts easily.... but it seems easy enough to put the blame on you and claim you killer and that you killed yourself after the whole event."
"But.." you muttered as your voice shakes "why- how.... why'd you murder them-"
He let out a small sigh- the ones mother use when they are disappointed. He sits on the edge of the bed as his hands went up to cup your face. "You may not understand me now (n.n)... probably never. But it's alright I'll just give you all the love you deserve- enough for the both of us."
With that he pulled your face closer to kiss away the tears on your face as you shakes in place both in fear and horror at the person you thought was your friend....
Little do you know the kindest sheep are always wolves underneath.
