language barrier
bluelock!boys flirting with you, but you don't understand their language ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
ft. michael kaiser, sae itoshi, bunny iglesias, vivian hugo
blue lock x f!reader ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ established relationship
requested by this ask!
michael kaiser ᢉ𐭩
when you first started dating kaiser, you told yourself you'd learn his native language.
you started with the basics of the german language; the alphabet, basic pronunciation, formal and informal greetings. you tried to get kaiser to engage in conversation with you to practice, but he either spoke far too fast or flat out refused, a thin smirk on his stupidly handsome face, almost like he was plotting something.
and he definitely was.
it started out suuupeerr small. you'd walk by him and you'd hear him murmur something under his breath, so indiscernible that you couldn't even begin to process how to translate it. everytime you nagged at him to repeat it, he'd just eye you with that oh-so-characteristic mocking smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
you could tell from the sultry tone of his voice that there was something afoot with his subdued statements, but you just couldn't for the life of you grasp onto what they actually meant; and kaiser loved that.
he took pleasure in knowing you were oblivious, that you didn't understand what he was saying, and unbeknownst to you, those hushed, mysterious remarks were teasing compliments regarding every aspect of you he could possibly think of; your face, figure, demeanour, his flirty comments knew no bounds.
however, it didn't take long for him to get bolder, spurred on by your flustered expression when he whispered those various flirty remarks in german that you couldn't comprehend.
you were sitting at the dinner table with him and he'd leant over, with that distinctive, challenging gaze, and said silkily, "du wirkst beinahe überirdisch," his facial expression perfectly reflecting how you'd expect someone who's very proud of themselves to look.
even with your limited knowledge of the language, something inside you can tell that kaiser is flirting with you, despite you having next to no clue what he just said.
"i can't flirt back when you talk to me in german," you huff, face growing hot as you evade your boyfriends gaze. "i don't know what you're saying to me."
kaiser just clicks his tongue as he leans back in his seat, his cold blue eyes triumphant. when will you realise that's the point? he just finds it so incredibly enjoyable when you're unable to comprehend what he's saying to you; it means he can say whatever he likes. and besides, it allows him to treat this whole saga as a competition, testing how long he can flirt with you in his native tongue without you catching onto a vague translation.
"you look flustered, mein schatz," he remarks, silky, teasing voice almost resembling that of a cat purring.
you just huff in response, making a mental note to hurry up and learn more german so that you can finally understand what your asshole boyfriend has to say about you!
sae itoshi ᢉ𐭩
you knew sae had spent time in spain after being recruited by re al when he was much younger, and as a result figured that he must be at least proficient in the language, if not entirely fluent. but you never really felt any obligation to learn spanish; why would you? he never spoke it, at least not in front of you.
well, not at first.
it came on rather suddenly. you were sitting at your desk, getting ready for the day, when sae slipped by you to grab something from your side of the room. you barely even noticed him, even as he paused before leaving, lingering in the doorway and gazing at you with an almost roguish calculation in his teal eyes.
"no sabes lo hermosa que eres."
his voice was quiet, smooth and exactly soft enough that your face immediately bloomed hot. you had no idea what he just said, but you could tell, both from the expression on his face and the way he was holding himself, that it was something flirty.
"what does that mean?" you eventually blurted out, flustered.
the corner's of sae's lips twitched upwards in a small -albeit annoyingly smug- smirk as his shoulders slowly rose then fell in a shrug.
"that's not fair," you had insisted, your lower lip jutted out in a pout. "you have to tell me what you said."
sae thought your failure to understand his words was so amusing. he found that he thoroughly enjoyed the rattled expression on your face when he so brazenly flirted with you in a tongue you couldn't understand.
he just sighed, as if the whole ordeal was greatly tiring for him. "tan insistente," he exhaled. you're no spanish expert, but you're pretty sure you could've guessed he meant insistent. how rude; he's the one slyly flirting with you when he knows you've not got a clue what he's saying!
"sae!" you protest, your face still burning. "translate for me, c'mon."
"you really are insistent," he remarks flatly. you feel a wave of relief wash over you at the fact he's returned to english, but the feeling of ease doesn't last long when he switches back to spanish moments later. "unfortunately, estoy loco por ti."
you feel heat spreading up your ears once again purely because of the tone of his voice. you feel so out of the loop!
"sae!" you repeat indignantly, trying to ignore the furious blush that's surely flooding your whole face. before you can even get another word in, your boyfriend just turns and walks away, hands resting languidly in his the pockets of his trousers.
"tell me what you were saying!" you shout after him, still disconcerted. in response, he just holds his arms out, palms facing the ceiling, fingers extended, and shrugs again. he doesn't look back at you, causing you to entirely miss the satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
fazed, you just stare at his back as he retreats into another room.
after you've regained your composure, you find there's only one coherent thought racing through your mind; you are definitely going to learn spanish.
bunny iglesias ᢉ𐭩
bunny has been flirting with you in spanish since the very beginning of your relationship; he finds it hilarious, because he's aware of the fact that you don't understand a single word. he can be as unfiltered and audacious as he wants, because you're clueless about the english translation. oh, the joy!
he's smart about it, though. you've noticed that he never says the same thing twice, purely because he doesn't want you to know what he's saying. not because what he says is filthy or ill-willed, in fact, it's quite the opposite. bunny's flirty comments towards you are either almost tooth rottingly sweet or the very epitome of romantic.
he isn't embarrassed of how in love with you he actually is, he just genuinely finds your inability to understand him amusing. he takes advantage of the significant language barrier between the two of you frequently, even speaking faster than is typical or pronouncing words slightly strangely. when you inevitably pout and grumble at him to flirt in english, he just smiles at you and says nothing, calm and resolute as ever.
when you emerge from your bedroom, dressed up and layered with perfume for your date with bunny, his gaze immediately softens as he says, "¿Cómo quieres que no esté pilladísimo de ti?" and wraps an arm around you, the smell of his cologne gentle below your nose.
you sigh, your cheeks warm beneath your makeup from the gentle, genuine tone of his voice. "not you acting like i know what you just said. again," you tell him pointedly. "you've gotta stop doing that, at least until i've learned a bit of spanish."
bunny just chuckles, kissing you lightly on the top of your head. "i'll stop when you stop being so irresistible, mi amor."
if there's one spanish phrase you do know that isn't hola, it's mi amor; bunny calls you it all the time. that's been consistent from the start, because you've never been anything less than his love.
vivian hugo ᢉ𐭩
the extent of your knowledge of your boyfriend's native language, french, barely stretched beyond bonjour and dubious scraps of the language you picked up from foreign films and your early years of high school.
hugo never asked you to pick up french, he didn't even mention it. he didn't expect you to learn a whole new language just for him. you two could converse without any issues at all, but he was nonetheless delighted when you bravely told him you were taking on the language.
he helped you at first, with the gendered pronouns, the use of verb conjugation and intimidating pronunciation. but when he came to the admittedly slow realisation that flirtatious comments were not even in the picture for you to learn any time soon, an idea blossomed in his head.
as soon as the mere thought entered hugo's brain, he couldn't shake it. he didn't bother starting subtle, and the next thing you knew, he was speaking in french to you constantly.
you hadn't the faintest idea what he was saying, but his short, gentle and sweet sounding comments always caused the tips of your ears to flush hot. you had tried, and failed, to find out what he could possibly be saying to you, but hugo never answered, his face as blank and his gaze as unyielding as ever whenever you protested about your lack of understanding.
because he'd already formed an annoying habit of it, you weren't exactly surprised when he returned from training and wrapped his arms around you, his chest warm against your back as he murmured cryptic french incomprehensibilities against your ear.
"i've got no idea what you're saying, viv," you complain with a pout, yet you feel yourself blushing regardless. "how am i supposed to flirt back?"
hugo pauses, as if weighing his options, perhaps considering whether he should continue teasing you or leave you alone, you think. but in reality, hugo isn't even considering backing off. he's just thinking of what to say to get another flustered reaction out of you.
"tu es la plus belle fille que j'aie jamais vue," he eventually murmurs, his voice soft and his breath warm against your skin. your face feels as if it's on fire as your scatterbrained mind tries to piece together a possible translation. but literally all you know about french is how to say hello and maybe how to ask someone how they are, so you're not exactly succeeding in your weak attempt to decode hugo's mysterious comment.
"do you get a kick out of leaving me in the dark or something?" you sigh, but you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a small smile tugging at your lips. it's obvious just from hugo's reverent tone of voice that what he's saying has to be something sweet.
"non," hugo replies softly, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek. "i'll stop it if you want, ma chérie."
but you both know full well that he's going to keep it up; hugo's too enamoured with the embarrassed flush that spreads across your face to drop the habit now.
psst! i know sae's native language is obviously japanese but just imagine him speaking spanish 😮💨 also left everything untranslated so you guys feel involved hehe
a/n: im sorry bunny's is kinda short 😢 also guys english is actually my native language and i don't speak german, spanish or french so i had to use a translate app for this 😭 i did cross check everything but im very sorry if there's any inaccuracies or mistakes ♡
