Blue Lock characters and being called a simp by their friends
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Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Zantetsu, Nagi & Reo
Tropes: Fluff, boyfriend!bluelockcharacter
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Isagi Yoichi
Stammers, blushes, gets flustered. Tries to deny it but fails miserably.
"What? No, I'm not." Isagi crossed his arms, looking away petulantly.
"Oh, you so are!" Bachira exclaimed, poking his reddened cheek.
"Shut up!"
"Deny it all ya want, but anyone can look through that act." Hiori snickered.
"Okay then, name one example." Isagi crossed his arms.
"Remember the time you ran out in the rain, because Y/n forgot to bring her umbrella. Without jacket, too!"
Isagi went bright red. "That... that was just because..."
Bachira brightened, "You guys remember when he went all sulking because Y/n couldn't make it to his game?"
"What? No! I wasn't sulking!" Isagi disconcurred, but even to him his voice seemed weak.
"And remember when--"
"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Isagi slapped his hand over Hiori's mouth, face bright red.
"Maybe... maybe I'm a little bit of a simp--"
Bachira let out a burst of devilish laughs, pressing the off button of his phone.
"I RECORDED IT!"
"I'm showing this to Y/n."
"YOU TRAITORS--"
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Itoshi Rin
Vehemently refutes the argument like a lashed out cat, but anyone can tell he's lying through his teeth.
Rin's phone pinged, signalling an incoming text message. Rin spared it a cursory glance before huffing, the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly.
"Wait a second... Rin, are you smiling?" Isagi said, disbelievingly.
"What? No." Rin immediately denies.
"You are." Isagi stated, a grin of his own forming on his lips. "You were totally smiling at your phone just now. Were you texting someone? Wait... is it..."
Rin's neck blossomed into a red hue.
From anger, obviously.
"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about." Rin hissed, his lips pulled back into a snarl.
"Okay. Then show me your phone." Isagi deadpanned.
"...no."
Isagi raised an eyebrow. "If you've got nothing to hide, then why are you getting so nervous? Or is it because of Y/--"
Rin threw a football against Isagi's face, effectively cutting him off.
"Shut the fuck up, you goddamn immature NPC. Don't you have anything else to do? Like train for example? Instead, you're here dwelling on my love life, like some goddamn idiot." Rin snapped, eyes narrowed and fists balled.
He then stormed out of the room, but not before throwing a dead glare over his shoulder.
Isagi was left behind, stunned and with a bruised face.
Despite that, he was smiling knowingly.
Love life, huh?
Rin had actually acknowledged it.
And he hadn't even noticed.
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Bachira Meguru
Owns up to it, like its a Nobel Prize.
"You're such a goddamn simp, it's actually annoying. Am I the only normal person here?" Rin grumbled.
"Me? A simp?" Bachira pointed at himself, flummoxed.
Rin threw him a disgusted look. "Yes, you. Now get out of my face, you're going to make me puke."
Bachira looked at Isagi, a questioning look in his eyes.
Isagi shrugged in return. "I mean... he has a point."
Eyes lighting up, Bachira stalked up to Rin, undeterred by the withering look Rin shot him.
"You mean it? Really?"
"Get out of my face, blunt bangs." Rin snarled.
Bouncing away from Rin, before Rin would actually singlehandedly strangle him, Bachira singsang, "Rin-chan's just jealous I have a beautiful girlfriend whom I love very much."
Rin eyed him, disparagingly, "You're actually revolting."
"No, I'm a simp!" Bachira laughed delightedly.
"If you won't stop screeching like a damned banshee, you'll be dead."
"Simp, simp, simp!"
"Now he's asking for it, lukewarm NPC."
Isagi's eyes widened, concern flitting over his expression.
"Wait Rin... what are you doing? Wait... Why are you picking up that chair? Wait... no, don't throw it--"
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Zantetsu Tsurugi
Absolutely clueless. He doesn't have the faintest clues as to what it entails.
"I'm a... dimp?" Zantetsu echoed, blinking owlishly.
Reo rolled his eyes. "A simp, dumbass."
Nagi rolled over, his eyes bleary. "Reo, why are you trying to explain it to him? It's such a hassle. He won't understand anyway."
Pushing his glasses against his face, Zantetsu tilted an eyebrow. "So I'm a "simp". That must mean that I can make things with much easity."
Reo facepalmed. "You mean, you can handle things with much ease."
None the wiser, Zantetsu responded. "That's what I just spoken."
Nagi sighed.
Shaking his head, Reo snickered.
"He's not only a simp, he's dumb, too."
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Nagi Seishiro
Shrugs it off. He's really casual about it. He doesn't really care. (Internally, he's smiling)
"Lazy slug? Are you actually... moving?" Barou watched him with an incredulous look on his face.
Nagi blinked at him. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Bachira chimed in, "It looks like you've been possessed. What happened with "everything being a hassle"?"
Nagi trudged on. "I need to get something from the grocery store for Y/n, that's all. It's not a hassle."
It's not a hassle.
It's not a hassle.
I t s n o t a h a s s l e
"Wow..." Bachira said, awe-struck.
"What a goddamn simp." Barou shook his head. "If he even put as much effort in his football as he does in that relationship, he might actually be a decent player."
"Hey now... I beat you in a one-on-one." Nagi retorted. "Anyway, I'm off now. Speaking with you is such a bother."
Then Nagi walked off.
"Hey! Come back here! Pick up your dirty socks!"
"You're closer, do it for me, King." Nagi called back.
"What?!" A vein bulged on Barou's forehead.
"Tch. Can't even do something as simple as picking up the laundry."
"But he's actually going all the way to the grocery store, huh?"
Well yeah. Nagi Seishiro was a slug through and through, but when he was actually motivated to do something, he would set his mind to it.
And well, maybe doing these things once in a while wasn't really a hassle.
Especially if it was for you.
If that made him a simp, well, it wasn't necessarily an insult, was it?
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Mikage Reo
Flustered, but covers it up with confidence. (He's thinking about it afterwards).
Reo softly glanced at the hairtie you'd given him before his game, spinning it around his finger as he smiled slightly.
"You've been staring at that raggedy thing for over five minutes now." Chigiri asserted flippantly.
Flinching as he was startled out of his revery, Reo coughed, attempting to cover up his momentarily zoning-out.
"Have I? Ha, I must be tired then."
"Are you now?" Chigiri fixed him with a pointed stare.
"You don't look tired. In fact, you look pathetic. I thought you had hit rock bottom when you lost Nagi, but when you're separated from your girlfriend, you turn even more untolerable. Staring at that... thing."
"Hey!" Reo sat up, an indignant expression on his countenance. "I'm not untolerable. See," He threw away the hairpiece.
A beat passed.
"You want to pick it up, don't you."
"...yeah."
"God, you're such a simp." Chigiri shook his head dismayfully, his opulent red locks swishing elegantly with the motion of his head.
Reo's eyes shot open, and the tips of his ears turned red. "Wah-- me? I mean... pfft. You have to treat your partner right, right? That includes the gifts they give you, too."
Chigiri gave him an impassionate glance. "Even when it has already outlived its purpose?"
Scoffing, Reo pivoted on his spot. "I can still use it."
Chigiri raised his arms in the air in a disarming manner. "Sure. Alright. But don't go lending my elastics when yours break."
The redhead shuffled out of the room, his hair swaying behind him, as if taunting Reo.
Scowling, Reo sat down.
He chanced a look at the hairpiece in his hand.
Should I throw it away?
His hand reached the bin can, but he couldn't let go of the object.
Sighing, he wrenched the tie around his wrist.
For good luck. No other reason.
His cheeks flushed.
Reo groaned, burying his head in his arms.
Maybe he really was a simp.
