⟡ ── how broken swings bring us back together | BLUE LOCK
itoshi sae ⭑ ♡
the two swings which would function properly at the playground were now down to one.
sae met you by the swing. all little and innocent sitting there, unable to sway by yourself, but you enjoyed it nonetheless when he and his little brother approach.
two little boys walked to you, the older one holding a football in his one arm, the other one holding his shy younger brother.
sae's expressions stay mature as he asks you to move as his younger brother wishes to swing. you smiled warmly and got down from the swing, stepping aside to let the younger boy take your place.
you looked at the football curiously, making sae smirk as he says that he's going to be the best stricker in the world.
"and me after niichan!" the younger boy chimed.
"rin," sae calls sternly, "don't butt in when elders are talking."
"rin," you parrot his name, "y/n," you introduce yourself, "and...?" you looked at sae with curious doe eyes, making a tint of pink appear on his face as he looks away.
"and sae."
years pass like the wind. one day, you're young and curious. the other, you are an adorable 11 year old, receiving many chocolates at valentines day, all from one boy who sadly didn't happen to be sae.
the boy proposed you on the spot. right there in the school hallway, catching you off guard. but you politely told the boy you needed two days to think it over, but he remained persistent.
that's when sae intervened, with a firm tone, he told the boy to stop being so pushy and that you had already said no. the boy corrected sae, saying that you hadn’t officially rejected him yet. and that you had yet to figure it out in two days.
grumbling, sae took your hand and walked you away with him.
the two of you found yourselves back at the park. you were sitting on the swing, and sae stood behind you, giving you gentle pushes that made you sway back and forth.
sae broke the silence, asking if you were really going to say yes to the boy who had proposed to you. you replied that you might, since the boy had given you so many chocolates.
sae’s stopped pushing, bringing the swing to a halt. you turned to him, asking him what's wrong.
“don’t go out with him,” sae said, his voice unusually earnest.
“why not?”
sae simply replied that even he could buy you chocolates if you wanted.
“so please, let me be your boyfriend.”
time passed. you and sae were now 13. and as sad as the moment was of sae's departure, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, catching you off guard. it was the most intimate he has been after holding hands. and sae too, had a blush on his face with a boyish smile as he waves everyone who accompanied him goodbye.
it was a new chapter in both of your lives.
and oh how it ended...
years later, the two of you found yourselves facing each other, standing a few feet apart. the cold wind blew as it started snowing.
“we should stop seeing each other,” sae said nonchalantly yet firmly.
and you simply smiled, understanding his words. rin had already called you and told you about what had happened, so you didn’t question sae. you bid each other a goodbye, accepting and thinking that this really is the end.
but when now both you and sae were 25, you found yourself by the swings again at night. but both broken this time. and there he stood in front of you, his expressions the same as when he had left. but it hinted something softer.
"hey," after a long time, it was him who broke the silence first.
"hey," you parrot, your voice almost a whisper.
an awkward pause follows, and sae scratches the back of his neck.
you shake your head, a small smile on your lips, "how have you been?"
sae looks at you, offering a nod, "i'm good...how about you?"
"i'm good too," you say, your smile widening despite what lingered beneath.
"stop it," sae says suddenly, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.
"stop...what?" you ask, your brow furrowing.
"stop smiling. i know it's not a real one," he says, frustrated.
you look down for a moment. and when you look back up, his heart breaks. your once curious innocent eyes were now teary. all because of him, "do you want me to cry then?"
"yes. cry. be sad," sae says, stepping closer. he gently cups your face with one hand, brushing away the tear with his thumb.
you place your hand over sae's, "why?" you ask softly.
why.
why did it had to be this way?
sae's leans closer to you, "i don't know." he wraps his arms around you, "forgive me," whispers an apology.
you rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat that spoke sincerity, hinting his words to be genuine.
the warmth of his hug and the softness of his voice spoke enough as you nod, and you could only whisper back, "i forgive you."
the last time sae fought with you was long back. just like every couple, it happens. nothing surprising, nothing unhealthy.
this afternoon stood different however. as he halted himself mid way, incase the passive aggressive tones would escalate into yellings or more or worse.
now as he was zoned out at the grocery store. the elderly cashier, who was intently scanning items at her register, she likely didn't say anything or judge him. it was late after all, and the store was relatively quiet.
with this moment of quiet, he thinks of the fight. and he realises that he did the right to halt his words midway. he's glad he shut his mouth. he knows he should do it often.
despite the painful awkward silence that was in the afternoon (all due to his mistake) he considers himself lucky. as you, still accepted a kiss on your cheek before he stepped out.
his thoughts were now stuck on that kiss he gave you and he yearned for more. he wanted to kiss you more. everywhere his lips desired.
as if someone slapped him to consciousness, he shakes his head, adjusting the cap on properly. like any typical boyfriend, he grabs the snackies you like. some new ones in stock he assumes you would like. and the condoms he had been starting at subconsciously for the past few minutes. if maybe not an apology or snackies, there's gotta be a third way or more to woo you.
your initial response after seeing the bag with snacks was to reach out and grab them. your attempt to do so prevented by sae who moved the bag out of your reach.
"let me in first," he says, gently giving your head a little bonk on the head, which you initially got annoyed at, not knowing it was a little excuse for him to have your attention, "the bags are to heavy for your weak hands."
he places the bags on the kitchen table, you didn't mind that little insult, immediately grabbing onto the snackies. sae questioned you if you're heading to bed, noticing you wearing comfy clothes, not forgetting to notice them looking so so cozy and so so cute, just perfect for snuggling.
and you told him you, were indeed heading to bed, as you set your snackies aside and helped placing the other once in their respective places. placing the energy drinks in the fridge, completely ignoring when sae nagged at you about you skipping dinner.
it was his time to ignore you when you kept telling him not to order food. his phone snatched right after he dialed three digits.
it was his turn to get annoyed as well, grabbing onto your wrist tightly and pulling you closer. his mind diving into the gutter deeper if possible.
just a little closer and he'd have the kiss he yearned. and you waited for it too, half out of anxiety and half out of...cause maybe you yearned to give him the affection that he craved for so long.
but instead, he simply snatches his phone back, keeping in mind to not cross the boundaries. but he's a bit selfish too, still holding onto your wrist and keeping you closer. until distraction in the form of the pack of condoms fall from the bag.
you're not looking at him, he's doesn't really have more courage to keep staring at you. but he already assumed what you might be thinking. he assumed you were thinking of his audacity to...
you shove him away. grabbing onto the two chocolate bars as you head to the bedroom while sae reminds he's still gonna order food. and he lets out the most gut wrenching sigh any living creature has ever made.
sae sees you eating the chocolate bars while being in the bed. considering if he should nag at you or make a lame joke about getting ants in the bed. he decides to shut up instead. thinking that yeah, that's probably the better thing to do.
you're already lying on your side when sae plops on the bed beside you. putting an arm around your waist as he pulls you in closer, he apologizes. yes. itoshi sae says sorry. you let out an exhale, him feeling you resisting the urge to push his hand away.
he makes you turn to face him. his voice seeming much bold and stricter only for him to go dead silent when you do so.
eyes shamelessly falling onto your lips. and oh how he wanted to have those handsy make-out sessions and also many more naughty things.
he takes your hand in his instead, kissing on the knuckles as says sorry again. placing more kisses on your fingertips while repeatedly apologizing.
and the soft features you had on while looking at him soon turned into annoyed once. yet again. as you scold him. pointing all the mistakes he made. which he only agrees with, repeating that he knows. he knows.
"i know. and im sorry. can i kiss you now?"
and you give in. telling him yes but fuck the time wasn't on his side. and the doorbell with the awaiting delicious meal never sounded more frustrating.
a/n: chat this was my first ever sae fic that i wrote like three years ago :')
⟡ ── weekend's cozy morning started with cherry tomatoes | BLUE LOCK
michael kaiser + papa!au ⭑ ♡
our little anne managed to wake up early today. walking slowly into the kitchen, she climbs up on a stool and opens the fridge and reached for cherry tomatoes.
with a safety knife, she began to slice the cherry tomatoes in half, sometimes popping them in her mouth as she hums in approval.
once done, she carefully carries the bowl and walks to her parents' room. a smile forms on her face as she sees michael cuddling you, still asleep.
anne places the bowl on the desk by the bed. she gently shakes you, "ma...ma, get up..." she tries to wake you up. but it was of no use.
so then she walks to the other side, trying to wake him, "papaaaaaaa! wake up!!" still no use. but just when she was about to give up, michael turned and reached for her, picking her up and settling her between you and him.
she doesn't even get a chance to say a word as you and her papa attack her with kissys and tickling.
"what are you doing so early, princess?" you ask with small smile, "it's weekend."
"...cherry tomatoes!" she says as she points the bowl on the desk. michael reaches for it, feeding you. then anne and then himself, "you and ma always take care of me...i wanna take care of you both too!"
god, anne's words were like a warm cozy blanket. simple and innocent. and michael only watched as she chews on the cherry tomatoe. he wishes she'd stay like this forever. and oh boy, his heart aches.
he kisses her forehead, ruffling her already messy hair, making her giggle.
all you wanted was snacks so ofcourse sae and you go to the grocery store at 2 in the morning.
sure he did act as if he was annoyed, saying "you couldn't tell this earlier?" but he already was up, grabbing his hoodie, wearing it, putting the hood up to cover his stupid messy hair, "let's go before i change my mind."
and that's how the two of you ended up there, with you grabbing whatever you wanted and sae pushing the cart.
"do i need this...hmmmmm nope," you mumble as you put the pocky back in its section. sae who was following behind, puts the pocky in the cart.
and whatever you looked at and decided to not buy? it was already in the cart, put by sae.
at the counter, "i didn't add these...!" you say as you look at the extra snacks.
"i did," sae says in a monotone.
"why? i don't want them—"
"theyre not for you," he lies, "they're for me," lie lie lie. they're all for you.
ITOSHI RIN !
rin was at the store for an energy drink when he sees you. on your tippie toes, trying to reach for a pack of jagabee, "just a little more..." you mumble.
it was the only pack left and that too placed on the higher rack. rin reaches for it easily, telling you to eat healthier(what a hypocrite) you only smile, telling him that it isnt for you. you were buying it for some guy best friend of yours.
rin places that pack back where it was and turns to leave. you gasp at the audacity.
then rin turns back. walks to you, grabs the chips. you were hopeful but then he takes the chips, goes to the counter and pays for them, opening the pack and cronching on it while you stand there with your jaw on the floor.
just like that, rin forgot that he was there for the energy drink in the first place.
ISAGI YOICHI !
yoichi was there for a cup of buldak. maybe 2 or 3. but there was only one loney buldak there. alone. waiting for someone to pick it.
yoichi reaches for it. so do you. your hands brush and the both of you pull back at the same time.
"y/n??"
"yo-chan??"
he coughs awkwardly, "you can have it."
"no no! you were there first, you can have it!"
"no really, it's fine—"
"no you have it."
after the argument, both of you ended up sitting outside, sharing the buldak.
"spicy...!" yoichi winces, fanning himself. you chuckle and pass him a box of milk that you just happen to have.
and then you look at him fondly. and call him cute. yoichi doesn't know if he's red cause of the spiciness of buldak or you.
MICHAEL KAISER !
michael had woken up from a nightmare and to make it worse? you weren't beside him.
"y/n...?" he calls as he walks out.
there you were in the kitchen, a cup of uncooked instant ramen in your hands. you both ended up at the grocery store because michael sternly said, 'you're not eating that again.'
michael absent mindedly pushed the cart, looking around till it accidentally bumped into you.
"sorry," he mumbled.
but you knew better, "mihya...nightmare?"
"...yeah."
he told you about it.
there in the grocery store in the oats aisle. you hug him, he buries his face in your hair.
"c'mon," you gently pull away, taking his hand in yours, as both of you walked together with you clinging to his side.
"...can i buy bread rusks?" he asks, already reaching for it.
"why asking me? ofcourse you can take it. you're paying for it anyways."
⟡ ── little champion + only a phonecall away | BLUE LOCK
papa!au ⭑ ♡
ITOSHI SAE !
little natsuki played twinkle twinkle little star on her little piano effortlessly and the next day sae signed her up for piano classes.
after her skills were improving, sae even got her a professional piano. oh and whenever natsuki struggled, her papa would(who's really bad at comforting T_T) would simply say "practice more and get better then."
and when she wins a contest, he mentally gives himself ALL the credits and ruffles her hair saying "good job."
ITOSHI RIN !
sakura auditioned for becoming an actress but thanks to her papa, she didn't. why you may ask? cause sakura was told to cry(as acting obvi.) rin was like—"why does she have to cry? aren't there any other roles—?"
but you shushed him.
however her performance wasn't the best. she was sad :(
but she later got scouted after her show at the school play. she's a child actress/also acts for commercials(rin would never skip her ad T_T)
ISAGI YOICHI !
yoichi would ALWAYS bring it up that his yuki is a math genius.
"yeah the match was tough. but you know what else was tough? my daughter's math exam. she got a 100 by the way."
he would sit in the audience during her math competition and when she would win, he would be like
"that's my daughter!" then sheepishly apologies, knowing he was in public. but if anyone dares to call her a nerd(in a bad way), they would be facing yoichi's wrath.
MICHAEL KAISER !
anne is a prodigy in pottery, origami, sculpturing but her favourite was painting. and her papa? the BIGGEST fan of hers.
the ENTIRE house was her own art museum. (michael would also take her to art museums to get her inspired so cute im crying)
he would carry her, showing her every artist and their art, "see that, anne? think you can do better?"
"ofcourse papa!"
"that's my princess"
and during shopping while you buy important stuff, micahel and anne would go for importanter stuff(if importanter is a word)—brushes, paints, canvas and what not while you stared at them happily.
ITOSHI SAE !
natsuki has been preparing for the piano contest for months only for sae to leave to another country at the last moment.
when she was practicing alone, you could see her shaking, her little fingers couldn't press on the keys fully.
you had to phone call sae because natsuki was so so nervous. she told how she missed her papa to which sae just sternly tells her to stop wasting time then. if she's that nervous then all her hardwork of months would go to waste.
and tho his words were harsh, natsuki knew he was right. she could handle criticism just fine.
she tells how much she misses him and he tells her he misses her more.
during the contest, all of natsuki's hardwork made her win and without a doubt, sae took all the credit for her victory.
ITOSHI RIN !
sakura was so scared. whenever she did commercials, she had her own manager aka her papa always with her. so the school play was nothing right? wrong.
and even tho you were there with her, she couldn't help but feel sad looking at the empty space beside you.
after the rehearsal, sakura immediately ran to you, her little arms hugging your waist.
you quickly took out your phone and called rin. rin asked her what's wrong. if anyone's forcing her. if anyone's criticizing her. if anyone's doubting her acting skills. and who he needs to fight.
but it was sakura who was doubting herself. rin talked to her, promising to be there for her future acts, telling you to make sure to record everything with the expensive camera he bought.
ISAGI YOICHI !
yuki had her math competition coming up but ofcourse her papa had to be away.
the night before the competition, yuki was studying so hard, and when you got her dinner, she dismissed you, focusing on the equations infront of her.
you were left with no choice but call her papa. he was the best, encouraging her cheerfully, "you've got this kid! you've been working so hard. and im proud of you. ma's proud of you! everyone is! but skipping dinner won't do, will it?"
and ofcourse, she listened to her papa. and the next day, she happily jumped into your arms after clearing difficulies like the mathlete she is, urging you to call her papa. and boy he was so so sooooo happy.
MICHAEL KAISER !
anne gripped the painting brush so tightly. she was practicing. her sketch was messier and she accidentally mixed the wrong colours. when she spoke with her papa over phone and ranted about how she thinks her painting looks ugly, he exhaled, making sure to critisize her without making her feel sad.
"practice. got it? you're my little artist, and i know you'd do well."
"but papa—"
"anne." his tone was firm, "you didn't spend your precious time and hardwork to be like this. all i can do is guide you. but you have to stand up on your own feet. your papa isn't always going to be there for you, you hear me?"
like natsuki, anne would also take criticism well. and when the results came in and she took the first prize, her papa was so so proud that even he won the soccer match, as both of them showed their achievements with a smirk. like dad like daughter.
"since the creation of the universe, everything was destined."
walpolian - itoshi sae finds something way more important while looking for something else.
he had been searching for his brand new cleats, simultaneously nagging at his mom for misplacing them.
that's when he finds a letter in his drawer. dusty but in one piece. he freezes. he had forgotten to take it with him to spain. he hurriedly opens it to find your confession.
"sae, look i found—where are you going??" his mom didn't even get an answer as he zoomed out.
the doorbell rang once. twice. so many times as you hurried to open it. "sae..." your eyes widen, "it's been so long—" you pause as you see a piece of paper in his hand. it did not take you long to realise it was your written confession.
"it's not too late...right?" sae asks, pretending he's fine but panting from all the rush he made to your place. and you smile, and boy, that relieved him.
stephanian - itoshi rin discovers a new side of you.
he never understood you. yes, he had his stupid quirks but yours were stupider. more mean. more stubborn. more cold. you annoyed him and he annoyed you. that was just how it has been all the damn time.
it's silly how the two of you were again arguing and throwing taunts at each other at your big age(18), getting on each other's nerves when a thud was heard. a little boy no older than 7 had fallen and cried cause he got a boo-boo on his knee.
rin observed you. how your features changed, how your eyes softened as you knelt to the little boy. your voice was so calm and gentle and soft when you tell the little boy that it's alright as you tie his shoelaces.
more mean. more stubborn. more cold.
but rin finds a side of you that cares.
bushian - isagi yoichi can predict you even if it's unexpected.
the first time was when he observed you on the field. he was in class, supposed to pay attention but instead he looked down the window, his focus on you. he knew you'd fall. you did.
as time passed, yoichi learnt you in such a way, you'd say it's magic(it's not. it's just science and he's smart). like the time he knew you'd get cold so he gets everything ready + cuddles and kisses. or when he tells you to take deep breaths when you're overwhelmed so that you don't face anxiety attacks. or when you're on the field again. tripping again.
but this time, he catches you. cause that's just how much he knows and loves you.
mertonian - michael kaiser stumbles into love and knows exactly what he wants.
he wasn’t looking for you. not really. this was pure accident. but he couldn’t just walk away. he just wanted to gift himself a football at the age of 12. he finds you there too. a stranger. you're holding another older kid's hand. perhaps your brother.
a book dropped from your bag. michael picked it up, helping you, "soccer...magazine...?" michael sees.
you look at him, tilting your head, "mhm. it has pictures and stories of many talented players," you say as you observe him. a soccer ball tucked under his arm and overall messy, "you can have it," you offer with a smile.
that night when he looked at at the moon, wishing someone would love him, he pictured you.
"still reading these magazines?" he asks with a smirk now, all grown up with tattoos and dyed hair.
"these remind me of the awkward boy that i met in sports shop," you chuckle, "i didn't even like the sport, i was just accompanying my brother."
michael raises his eyebrow.
"but," you halt him before he could say something smart, "i found something i wasn't looking for."
a/n: i had read and searched about serendipity back in 2020. i decided to write it now. tho i might be a little off with the naming so do correct me :)
"tadaima," sae says nonchalantly as he steps in, his parents following behind.
the moment they enter, natsuki, who had been playing with barbie dolls, gets up and rushes toward them.
"ojiichan!" she calls, sprinting straight into her grandfather’s arms.
sae’s father laughs heartily, kneeling down just in time to catch his granddaughter, "ah, my little natsuki! did you miss me?"
"mhm! so much!" she says, nuzzling into his shoulder.
sae’s mother, standing beside him, crosses her arms, "what's this? no hugs for me?"
natsuki giggles and wiggles free, rushing toward her.
"obaachan~!" she sings, wrapping her tiny arms around her grandmother’s waist.
sae clicks his tongue, "natsuki," he calls softly but firmly.
natsuki looks up from the hug, "yes, papa?"
sae stares at her for a second before sighing and turning away, "nothing. forget it."
natsuki blinks then realizes, "oh papa! hug for papa!" she says as sae picks natsuki in her arms.
you chuckle, stepping forward to help with the bags, "guess you were feeling left out, no?"
"shut up," he mutters.
his mother smirks. "he was always like this when rin got more attention as a baby too."
"mom—" sae glares at her.
his father chuckles, placing a hand on sae’s shoulder.
"some things never change."
ITOSHI RIN !
"—and don’t forget how you used to follow sae around everywhere."
"mom, enough," rin says, angrily stabbing his food with the fork. but trying his best to be gentle for his daughter.
sakura gasps, "papa, were you a little shadow?"
"absolutely not," says rin.
"yes," his mother corrects.
you couldn't help but look away, your hand covering your mouth as you laugh.
rin groans, rubbing his temples. "can we just eat?"
but sakura isn't done and starts mimicking his every movement. If he reaches for his glass, she does too. If he leans forward, so does she, "look, ma, obaachan! ojiichan! i'm a little shadow just like papa!" she giggles.
you hold back another laugh while rin sighs, giving his daughter a stern look, "sakura. sit properly."
"but papa—"
"sakura," he warns.
his mother laughs, "she really takes after you, rin."
ISAGI YOICHI !
"yuki-chan!" yoichi's mother exclaims, taking yuki in her arms and showering her face with so many kissys.
"obaachan!" yuki giggles.
after setting yuki down, yoichi’s mom turns to you, "y/n-chan!" she says, pulling you into a hug, "it’s been too long. have you been taking care of yourself?"
you nod, hugging her back, "of course, mom."
yoichi steps forward, expecting a greeting, only to get a quick pat on the head, "ah, and there's yo-chan."
"mom!" he groans.
his father chuckles, lifting little yuki, "my little yuki-chan has gotten so big! look at you!" then, turning to you, "yoichi isn’t giving you trouble, is he?"
"why does everyone assume that," yoichi asks.
his mom smirks, "because yoichi was such a weak little thing growing up. always so soft-hearted, getting teary-eyed over the smallest things."
"mom—!"
"oh, like that time he lost a game and clung to me the whole day, pouting?" his dad adds with a laugh.
"mom! dad! enough!"
"papa, you used to pout?" yuki asks, covering her mouth like 🫢
you let out a chuckle while yoichi buries his face in his hands. his mother simply pats his back. "don’t worry, yo-chan. you turned out fine."
arguments with this baby are rare. but when they happen, you give him a silent treatment. serves him right.
he exhales, going into the bedroom while you skim through the tv channels.
when he comes back, he clears his throat, surprisingly you look at him. finally. he hid something behind his back. a shark plushie. the most goofiest looking stuffed toy, "shark shark," that sweetness immediately made your eyes soften and heart melt, "shark wants to say sorry on my behalf."
you try to ignore. keyword: try.
"talk, talk," he continues, wiggling the plushie closer to you.
but you simply crossed your arms and looked away with a hmph. but he didn't give up. "he says he’s really sorry—" god, even his voice was adorable. "—he didn’t mean to upset you, and he promises he’ll never do it again."
"don’t open it till you get home," you say, holding out the tiny wrapped box towards him. sae blinks and stares.
then nods and takes it without a word putting it into his jacket pocket and turns to leave. only he knew how he was in a rush to quickly open up the present.
at home, he sits by the desk, opening the box. a keychain. with your initial + S craved on it. you and him. side by side. and on the back, it said
'from your no.1 fan!'
sae drags his hand down his blushing tomato red(like his hair) face.
"this girl's ridiculous."
the next day, "y/n~ look who's here to meet you~" your sibling calls with a teasy voice. you walk out to see...sae. in his car.
"get in," he says sternly, jabbing his thumb to beside him, pointing at the passenger seat. there it was. the keychain ring around his thumb.
ITOSHI RIN !
"read it alone," you say, handing him the envelope with trembling hands.
he raises an eyebrow, "what—"
"alone!!" you yell. and then you’re gone. just like that. running off like an anime girl.
at home, he sits on his bed, legs crossed as he opens it up. a neat letter. not a confession but sure a confession cause it had a 💋 mark at the bottom of it after you ranted how much you adored him and wrote.
'✍️ by your no.1 fan<3'
he reads it again and again. and again. glaring at it. then he traces the lipstick mark. you were gonna be the death of him.
he holds the paper close, bringing the kiss mark portion slowly up towards his lips to actually kiss the lipstick stain when— "rin~ dinners ready— oh my god..."
he yells at his mom to get out, hiding under the blanket, holding the letter close.
ISAGI YOICHI !
you were simply window shopping on online stores. doom scrolling more like. then you see it.
the cutest the goofiest and the most adorable bunny lamp. and the first person that came to your mind was none other than isagi yoichi. you ordered it because ofcourse you did.
you (im)patiently waited. and when it arrived, you gift wrapped it quickly and poorly and zoomed to the isagi house.
"yo-chan~ y/n is here~" yoichi's mom calls. and with the same speed as you, yoichi zooms to you. you were hiding it behind your back, you show it to him.
"you don't have to like it—" you were cut off when yoichi low-key snatches it from you. he sees the tag,
'by—y/n—aka your no.1 fan'
he opens it so quick and stares at it. and just when you were about to run away from shyness, he hugs you from behind.
"i love it. i love you." he keeps the lamp, mark, heck even the wrapping paper.
MICHAEL KAISER !
you had spent way too long on making it.
michael smirks when he sees the horribly wrapped present. only you knew why you looked like you hadn't slept in so long(which is true. you infact didn't sleep much)
"...is this why you look like a fucking raccoon?"
you almost flinch at the comment.
he goes silent as he sees a cardigan. cream and dark blue. with a blue rose right where the heart locates along with a little patch that said
'made by no.1 fan.'
"...do you hate it?" you mumble, "you don’t have to wear it. it’s kinda ugly. i ran out of the good yarn so the sleeve’s weird and i messed up the—"
hm? what happened? why— oh.
his lips have been crashed onto yours. he pulls back, taking his hoodie off to wear the cardigan over his plane shirt, "do i hate it?" he huffs, "stupid girl," he holds his chest where the blue rose is, "stupid stupid girl."
⟡ ── 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.
he started caring for you ever since that day at the field trip.
the boat wobbled when two of the guys started creating nuisance. you gripped onto the side, telling the guys to stop already, or else it'll end up in all of you in the water.
ofcourse it wouldn't end up like that, still you're conscious. they didn't listen, but yoichi did.
little yoichi called you softly, patting the space beside him. you shakily walked and sat beside him and he offered he'd hold your hand if that'll help.
yoichi liked being beside you. tho little, he thinks you understand him the most like you'd understand science and math. you were good at it while he had teachers scolding him for daydreaming about soccer.
"teacher scolded you again, yo-chan," you approach him after class, "did you liked today's class?"
"i liked counting."
"we leant that yesterday, yo-chan."
he liked hanging out with you. his place, you both would watch soccer. at your place, it was roleplay time.
little yoichi layed back on the floor while you inspected him. you checked if he was breathing(ofcourse he was).
"have to perform cpr."
his eyes widen. yoichi has seen you do that to teddy chan. not only did you press on teddy chan's chest with all your might, you also blew air into teddy chan's mouth.
"y/n—wait—"
"shh! you're the patient!" thankfully you were gentle while pressing on his chest.
yoichi waited for that moment to happen.
he waited and waited, his eyes shut tightly.
just then, the door slid open and a chuckle was heard.
"princess is a doctor already?"
"ma!"
you ran into your mother's arms as she spun you around.
your mother was a doctor. and ever since she took you with her to the hospital that day, the weird sterile smell didn't scare you. you infact liked it.
yoichi sits up as he watches your mother put you down, ruffling your hair, asking if you kiddos need anything before leaving.
"y'know yo-chan, ma says that doctors need to study a lot."
"study a lot?...i only like counting numbers..."
slowly the counting changed into something more complicated for yoichi. and you tried to make it less complicated.
like one day as you're teaching him the basics of BODMAS or PEDMAS, whichever term you prefer. he didn't pay attention to the it at all.
"yo-chan," you call, "thinking about soccer again?" you ask but there was no annoyance. you only smiled and he smiled too, sheepishly agreeing that you caught him yet again.
somewhere along the way, you both stopped solving problems together.
blue lock happened.
yoichi missed the time where he was bad at studies and you'd help him out. now he doesn't bother sitting by the desk to even open the book again.
you miss the time you'd teach yoichi. but now it's you who's taking class after class and tuition after tuition for med studies.
it was always some thing or the other like that. you and yoichi weren't sitting beside each other on the boat again. across each other or simply on separate boats.
yoichi rushed to you the day it happened.
his heart broke cause you didn't look at him with that happiness again. you looked sad. so so sad.
ofcourse you're a good doctor, there's no denying that. it wasn't your mistake really.
yoichi doesn't know how that feels. he has lost matches that could be won in future. but you lost a person who you couldn't bring back to life.
so he sits beside you in the living room. and holds your hand just like before. it was like you both were on the same boat now, sitting beside each other. but closer now that you lean into him and let the tears fall and he holds you for hours and hours till it exhausted.
it happens everywhere. even when there's space, on the boat or the couch or bench or bed or any other place. you two are glued together.
often times, he'd be at your door during nights wearing a mask and baseball cap to avoid any people knowing who he is. he'd be carrying food, sometimes flowers cause you deserve it.
he'd be sure you're eating properly, not overworking yourself, sleeping and calling your mother time to time.
it was domestic really, and there was no pressure or confusion in saying it out loud.
and it was about time you took a break from being the saviour. yoichi would come home way too early to see you on the living room couch. he'd drop to his knees in front of you, his hands on your belly as he'd count the kicks, telling how much he loves the both of you.
⟡ ── my way of telling her, i love you | BLUE LOCK
isagi yoichi ⭑ bunny tooth rotting fluff
back then, yoichi's guys and your girls had pushed the two of you in the middle. both too deep into the crush culture and infront of each other to back out. and so yoichi confessed.
all guys and girls waited for only a second when you stuttered(yes, stuttered) and said yes to him.
you and yoichi would have those little fingers brushing against one another's moments. then maybe shoulders. and if it went further than that, you both would short circuit.
so thankfully that never happened.
nothing ever felt incomplete. you two were busy anyways. him specially with soccer. busy days got bigger sadly, but nothing too bad ever came in between...except maybe distance. he had to travel a lot.
he got taller, muscular and a little bolder. he'd not blush at the little brushes of fingers, he'd hold your shoulders, he'd pat your head, and he'd hold your hand whenever you're too shy to do so.
it happened one day as the sun was setting and he walked you home. you both faced each other, you thanking him for the company. that's when he admits, scratching the back of his neck, "i know you're still nervous around me...it's just, im wondering..."
"what is it?" you ask softly.
he looks at you, properly, "you never initiate anything."
your face heats up, "i d-do...!"
"...you only hold my sleeve, y/n," he lets out a small laugh, "it's alright. no pressure."
you avoided his gaze.
"i just," he exhales, looking at you, "wish you'd touch me more."
your blush deepens as you look at him, your eyes widening.
"im only human after all," yoichi smiles nonetheless, "match tomorrow. come cheer for me ok?"
you didn't sleep that night. you really couldn't. you really thought nothing was incomplete. you bonked your own head for being so dense. god, poor yoichi must've felt and wished about that so much and you? you'd rather curl up into a caccoon like a caterpillar. pathetic.
"oi isagi-kun," one of yoichi's teammates call, "someone's waiting for you out."
yoichi saw you. dark circles under your eyes. he gets worried, "y/n...what happened—"
"yo-chan...!" you interrupt, "hold my hand."
he blinks confused, waiting only a second before reaching for your hand. you were quicker to grab first and slide a blue bracelet on his wrist.
"what's...?" yoichi's eyes widen in surprise as he inspected, "...this...?" he looks at you, "you stayed up all night making this?" it even had a little bunny charm!!
"i wanted to..." you finally looked at him. you both falling for each other all over again. you still held his wrist. you stepped closer and placed a kiss on the bracelet, right on his pulse.
yoichi's brain short circuited. you panic, gently slapping his cheek, "yo-chan!"
he flinches, zoining back in, apologizing.
you sigh, telling him good luck.
yoichi made a mental note to keep the bracelet aside safely later. but not this match. for this match? this was luck.
the bracelet didn't break.
it stayed with him till the end. till he was the one who scored the final goal, making his team win.
his teammates tackle him in celebration. he laughs as they shout and cheer and shake him. and after that mini celebration, his eyes look for you.
there you were, in the front bleachers. hands clasped together in front of your chest and smile that made him fall in love deeper.
yoichi lifts his wrist. and kisses right where you had, not looking away from you as your eyes widen. yes, he does that right in front of hundreds of people who might think that it's some kind of a victory ritual. but who really cares about them now?
right now, you press your fingers on your lips. exhale and smile again. cause this boy just made you fall for him even more.
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.
"not like that, papa! mama taught you this!!" natsuki complaints.
"tsk. it's you who keeps moving. sit quietly for once," sae tries to do her hair again and again and again.
the doorbell rings. once. twice. thrice. four times now. sae opens the door with a prominent💢 on his forehead.
"UNCLE RYU IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY," ryu announces loudly, inviting himself in, "WHERE'S THE GREMLIN—woah. what happened to your hair, chipmunk?"
natsuki complains. ryu only laughs, already sitting behind to do natsu's hair, like the skilled father of two daughters he is, "watch carefully, sae-chan. this is how i prepare my daughters everyday for school."
"...tsk."
ITOSHI RIN !
rin took out souta and shouma out for soccer practice. that meant sae babysitting natsuki and sakura. sae was just getting snacks for the girls when they started fighting.
"oi. what's going on?"
"uncle sae, natsu's stealing my crayon!" sakura whines.
"am not!" natsu pouts.
sae exhales, taking the crayon.
"papa!"
"uncle!"
and then, sae breaks the crayon in two, making the girls gasp.
"there," he places the pieces in their little palms, "problem solved. now shake hands and stop fighting."
ISAGI YOICHI !
yuki adored uncle kurona. he'd always bring presents over. while kaito would always be with uncle hiori as they'd play video games together.
the day you were out with kurona's and hiori's wife, telling the hubbys to take care of yuki and kaito as the three of you had a meet up.
the kiddos and uncles and yoichi played hide and seek. kaito would cover his eyes when he got caught, "uh oh...where did kaito go? he was just here a second ago," kurona would pretend to not see kaito.
and then.
"THE COOLEST UNCLE BACHIRA IS HERE!!"
MICHAEL KAISER !
"uncle ness is here~"
"and so is uncle grimm~"
"papa, make them leave."
both the uncles go ರ╭╮ರ
anne didn't hate them. they were just too...too much. yeah♡
"little anne, we bought snacks—"
"papa, i don't like your clown friends."
"cl—?" ness chokes. and grimm falls on the ground in slow motion. michael only smirks, picking anne up.
"life is unfair," grimm says dramatically.
"she's just like her old man alright."
"exactly," michael chuckles, kissing her cheek as she giggles.
natsuki struggles but somehow manages to get the stool to climb on it and get the icecream from the freezer.
she had gotten a warning by you, sae, doctor that she is catches cold easily. but with the icecream tub already in her hands....she finishes half of it.
oh and the horror!
"natsuki."
she gasps, turning to see her papa standing there unimpressed. she tries to zoom away but sae catches her, picking her up as she wiggles to get out of his hold.
she begs him not to tell you about it, she promises to complete her homework and never eat icecream again.
and the next day, she skipped school cause she laid on the bed, sick, with you beside her as you worry about your baby's health. you exit her room to get a bowl of water and towel.
sae was there by the door, arms crossed. natsuki looked at him and giggled sheepishly, "it was tasty tho..."
"im telling your mother."
"papa no!!!"
ITOSHI RIN !
do not play with expired slime.
it was a simple instruction warning rin gave to his three beloved children before he went to take a shower.
and what happened when he walked out?
his three menaces knelt in the living room, as if they lost a battle and are ready for the punishment.
rin drags his hand down his face.
the kids had those extremely saturated neon colours which literally hurted his eyes—slime being on their hair, clothes and even their eyelashes.
rin reached, trying to pull the slime out of sakura's hair, but it only hurted her. she winces, souta and shouma hold back their laughs. rin sighs, crossing his arms, "was it worth it?"
"...no papa," the kids said in unison.
"the three of you are responsible for cleaning wherever you've got slime on," he declares.
"...but papa...even the ceiling?"
"...what."
ISAGI YOICHI !
do not play with scissors.
yuki was old enough to be trusted with sharp objects. she helped in kitchen, chopping the veggies and all. but she wasn't old enough to be trusted with hair.
when you and yoichi were back home, you both dropped the grocery bags as yuki and kaito cried and cried.
yuki had her bangs cut lopsided. while kaito—whos bangs always would be covering his eyes(you don't know how he could see through them)—his bangs were now right above his eyebrows.
you and yoichi tried, really holding back your laughs. yuki yells that it's not funny while kaito runs to you, needing to be comforted. yuki hiccups, asking what do they do now.
"you messed up," yoichi says, "you both have to go bald now."
"NOOOO—"
in the end, the only thing you and yoichi managed to do was give them a bowl cut. you secretly took a picture. would definitely frame it.
MICHAEL KAISER !
do not overfeed the furball.
michael always preferred dog over cats(which is wrong because cats are obviously better). but because of this, he didn't really like, but still tolerated chonky.
chonky, the fat cat named by anne. michael bought cat food for chonky and strictly told anne not to feed chonky too much. but alas, his warning was drowned cause sweet little anne said, "but papaaaa, chonky was hungy and looked sad."
chonky was infact not sad. just lazy as it had vomit all over the newly brought expensive carpet.
michael picked up chonky, ready to throw the cat out of the house, "papa noooooo! don't do that to my chonky!"
"your chonky takes you for granted. he doesn't love you."
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