⥠For many people, Rin seems cold and probably uninterested. If you ask anyone, they wouldn't say he is the right person to comfort a rather vulnerable and sensitive person. Although... What if he is?
⥠He may not show it to everyone, but he caresâa lot. Especially about those who are close to him.
⥠Though he was still a little awkward when it came to comforting someone so obviously emotional. That's why he chose to stay in safe territoryâ which somehow still blew up in his face.
⥠The moment he received your text about not feeling well, he showed up a few minutes later at your place with a single bag in his hand. It had some things he thought you might need, along with your favorite treats.
⥠You didn't even need to ask. He was there like it was the natural and only right thing to do.
⥠Wasn't he so considerate? Wasn't it so damn sweet? It made your heart squeeze in a way you had started getting used to ever since you started dating him.
⥠When he saw your face, he immediately took it as a warning and shoved the bag he was holding into your hands, clicking his tongue.
⥠"Why are you making that face? This is supposed to make you feel better, not make you cry." He said as he took off his shoes at the entrance of your house after closing the door behind him. He looked down, suddenly very focused on his task. If you looked really closely, you would be able to see a very faint tint of pink spreading across his cheeks.
⥠"I feel better! It's just, you didn't have to, it's so sweetâ"
⥠When he heard the slight tremor in your voice, he interrupted you again.
⥠"Of course I had to. I'm your boyfriend, not some lukewarm whatever, this is the minimum. Now go back to bed, I'll make some tea."
⥠He said it in a decisive voice, but not an unkind one, as he headed toward the kitchen, already familiar with your home.
⥠After a few minutes, he appeared at the doorway of your bedroom with two cups of tea. You were already sitting with your back against the headboard under the blankets, your laptop resting on your lap as you were already digging into some of the snacks Rin had brought you.
⥠You couldn't help but beam at the sight of Rin standing in your doorway and quickly made space for him beside you on the bed.
⥠Rin walked over to your side, carefully handing you a cup of tea before placing his on the bedside table and settling down beside you. The two of you quickly came to an agreement to watch a comedy movie. He would've much rather watched a horror movie, but he could make a sacrifice for you this time.
⥠And all the time, actually, but he would never admit that out loud.
⥠The movie was supposed to make you laugh as you snuggled against his side, just a sweet moment overall. A silly movie with some meaningful moments here and there. What could go wrong?
⥠Apparently, quite a lot.
⥠As soon as the credits started rolling, he sighed, ready to make some observation or criticism about how predictable the movie had been. However, all thoughts about it disappeared when he felt a small shake from you.
⥠The moment he turned to look at you, there you wereâyour lips quivering into almost a pout, your eyes glassy as you tried to take deep breaths to hide the fact that you were about to cry.
⥠It made him freeze for a moment. His usually sharp eyes looked soft and round as he stared at you. He had really thought watching this movie was a guaranteed way of avoiding exactly this. Don't misunderstand himâ he wasn't annoyed by you crying, not at all. He just hated seeing you cry. Especially when he was supposed to make you smile and feel better.
⥠He sighed and draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and letting you hide your face in his chest and sob as much as you needed. He could handle a lot of things; seeing you cry wasn't one of them.
⥠"...That was a happy ending," he murmured, his fingertips gently rubbing your shoulder.
⥠"I know."
⥠"But you're sad."
⥠You just nodded, feeling a lump in your throat that almost hurt.
⥠"Did I... was it something I did?"
⥠"Noâ you didn't do anything."
⥠"Then what's the matter?"
⥠"I guess the movie was touching...? I don't know. I don't even know why I'mâ"
⥠A sob interrupted your sentence. It was confusing. Just as always, everything felt unnecessarily intense, and your chest ached.
⥠"I just... I'm sorry. It's so dumb."
⥠Rin took a soft breath and gently took the now-empty cup from your hands to place it on the bedside table beside his. Then he proceeded to wrap both his arms around you.
⥠"Nothing about you is dumb. Cry all you need, I'm not going anywhere."
⥠And he stayed.
⥠Even after you felt better, he kept holding you close. Even when his heart ached at seeing you like that, he couldn't stand the thought of leaving you alone either.
⥠If by any chance you happened to mention it, he would just look away, flustered, pretending to be annoyed and ask if you were complaining, already knowing the answer would be no.
⥠It didn't matter how annoyed he tried to act, though. His words would always be proven false by the way he refused to let go of you.
⥠This would eventually become a routine. It didn't matter if he sometimes acted as if it were inconvenient for him. Still, you never really had to ask anything of him, it was always of his own accord.
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A/N: I gotta say I was thinking of including him on the original post, but I just wasn't sure how, the request actually gave the motivation to finish what I started. I was also thinking of posting him along with other characters, but I'm not feeling really creative for this one specific topic. I really need to fix my sleep schedule, go to sleep at a proper hour or you'll have dark circles under your eyes like me ;;
Synopsis: Reader is really sensitive and emotional when it's that time of the month and they comfort you.
wc: none, just fluff.
A/N: Based on a true storie. Really short, wrote this on an impulse of pure despair and need of comfort. Yesterday it was the day before my period started and walking back home I almost cried because a stray dog approached me and I didn't pet it. And I started playing mystic messenger again and it's the time when Seven treats me bad in his route, I hate everything. But at least its finally winter holiday :')
⥠Yoichi already knew that you were sensitive when you were on your days, so of course he tried to be extra careful with his words, not wanting to make it worse for you.
⥠He grew up as a sensitive child himself and was lucky to have loving parents who would always comfort him. He would never judge you for your tears.
⥠But he isn't perfect, and he may have had something slip in an unguarded moment⌠it was his bad, really.
⥠He spent the day with you at your place. The plan was simple: cuddle on the couch, watch some movie or show of your preference, a stack of snacks, blankets, a heating pad. Everything was calculated to make you feel better.
⥠At least he thought so. Everything would've gone perfectly until you both started watching tiktoks.
⥠It was supposed to be a fun and good distraction. Until he came across a video of some rescued puppies being given up for adoption and thought of showing it to you.
⥠Fatal mistake.
⥠âAren't they cute? We should get a puppy someday,â he said with a smile, completely unaware of the effect the video was having on you.
⥠What usually would've been a cute video suddenly made your chest tighten, and you weren't able to stop it.
⥠He didn't notice until your silence extended for way too long, and that's when he looked at your face.
⥠Tears were already prickling in your eyes, your lips trembling, and you looked like a kicked puppy yourself.
⥠âWhy would someone abandon thââ You didn't even get to finish your sentence because your voice was trembling and sounded like it was on the brink of breaking completely.
⥠His heart sank immediately as he realized his mistake and, in panic, turned off his phone, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around you.
⥠âNononoâ I'm so sorry! Please don't cry,â he pleaded immediately, holding you close to his chest. His heart ached at hearing your sobs, and he attempted not to cry as he rubbed your back tenderly.
⥠Letting out a shaky sigh himself, he stayed like that with you as long as you needed it. Occasionally kissing the top of your head and reassuring you that it was okay to cry, that there was no need to be ashamed.
⥠When you finally felt better, he could feel a heavy weight being lifted off his chest. It was peaceful; you both were back to watching movies on the TV as he played with your hair. Until you said something that caught him off guard.
⥠âI'm sorry if I'm being too sensitive, it's stupid.â He stopped playing with your hair when he heard you and looked at you.
⥠âYou don't ever have to apologize, all your emotions are valid. It's not stupid.â
⥠âEven if it's too much?â you replied, turning your head to look at him.
⥠âIt will never be too much, it's just you, and I love it all,â he reassured you, kissing your forehead before pulling you against his chest again.
⥠Ever since then, he had become your safe place, no judgment, just tenderness.
Bachira Meguru
⥠Not feeling bad at the start, you had decided to accept going to Bachira's place.
⥠He wasn't aware that it was that time of the month. If he were, then he probably would've been more cautious and definitely would've avoided the topic.
⥠After having a really nice lunch together (courtesy of Bachira's mom), you both went to his room to hang out and see what to do next.
⥠That's when you spotted it: a small framed picture of a little smiling Bachira holding a soccer ball, Band-Aids on his arms, one on his knee, and one on his face.
⥠You grabbed it to have a closer look while sitting down on his bed.
⥠âThis is you, right? You were so adorable!â
⥠At that, Bachira grinned with a small chuckle as he looked around his room for something they could do: some board games, video games, art supplies, whatever came first!
⥠âWere? Ain't I adorable now too?â
⥠âOh, you're still adorable,â you replied, laughing and looking tenderly at the picture.
⥠âYou had so many Band-Aids though, all that from playing football?â The question was genuine and curious, almost amused at the idea of the cause being a really hyperactive kid Bachira.
⥠âSome of them, sometimes because of the other kids,â he said almost casually. Almost. He never really spoke of it, but just because it was you, he may have let it slip without realizing.
⥠It wasn't casual at all for you, though. It took a moment before the implications of it sank in. At the confession, your heart did that weird thing where it feels like someone is squeezing it.
⥠Normally, you would've been able to hold it back, but this time it was stronger than you. He looked so sweet, how could anyone be so cruel?
⥠Your jaw tensed, a small frown appearing on your face and your lips trembling slightly.
⥠âOh! We could do that thing where we exchange drawings, what do you say?â he exclaimed happily as he grabbed the art supplies he had found.
⥠He had just turned around to look at you when he didn't get an answer. And that's when he saw it, your head bowed down and that face you always made when you were about to cry but trying hard not to let it out.
⥠He immediately forgot what he was looking for and went to your side right away.
⥠âIf you don't want to, it's fine! Are you okay?â he asked worriedly as he crouched down in front of you to be able to see your face properly.
⥠You weren't able to answer without your voice breaking, so your trembling hands just nudged the framed picture toward him.
⥠He looked at it and then at you when it finally clicked in his head. He felt an overwhelming sense of affection, and his heart ached at how adorable this was.
⥠âAww, you're feeling sad for me? You don't have to, I promise it's fine.â He said, taking the picture from your hands and putting it down on his bedside table.
⥠The next thing he did was sit on the bed next to you and pull you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and patted your head gently.
⥠âBut it's unfair.â You managed to say before your voice quivered, and you finally hugged Bachira back, hiding your face on his shoulder.
⥠He wasn't sure why you were suddenly reacting like this, but he didn't ask questions. He just hugged you and reassured you that it was okay now.
⥠After a few moments, you finally seemed to pull yourself back together, but you didn't move from your position.
⥠âI'm sorry I'm being so emotional. I should've told you I'm on my period, it must be annoying.â Your voice was quiet and weak, almost embarrassed.
⥠âWhat? You never have to apologize for feeling.â He replied, hugging you tighter. At your silence, he added, âIt doesn't matter if you're on your period, I wanna be there to comfort you, especially if you're being emotional.â
⥠âYou mean it?â
⥠âWith my whole heart.â
⥠And he did mean it. He'll be damned if he ever made you feel like you couldn't reach for him whenever you needed comfort.
Itoshi Sae
⥠Sae isn't the best at dealing with emotions. If anything, he could be pretty oblivious when it came to the matter.
⥠But he wasn't an idiot either. Although the first time had taken him off guard, he had learned from it.
⥠The problem was that, despite being considerate and gentleâin his own wayâas always when it was that time of the month, this time it hadn't been his fault.
⥠Both of you were on the couch at his place. Sae leaned back against it while your head rested on his shoulder, his arm around your shoulders, a blanket thrown over your lap, a heating pad against your lower abdomen, and a football match displayed on the TV.
⥠Usually it wouldn't have captured your attention, but it was the World Cup, and it was almost impossible not to pay attention.
⥠Especially considering who your boyfriend was.
⥠Even though it could look as if he wasn't paying attention to you, he was. His thumb rubbed gently against your shoulder, and every few moments he glanced at you to check how you were doing.
⥠That's why it surprised him that when the match finished and he glanced at you, you had that pouty face, clearly holding back from crying.
⥠Despite his aloof demeanor, it certainly did not feel right to him seeing you so clearly sad, even if you tried to hold it back.
⥠âWhat's wrong?â The question was direct, but it had that certain softness that he always reserved just for you.
⥠Your glassy eyes, which had been fixed on the TV, moved to meet his. A small involuntary sad whine escaped from your throat before you swallowed and tried to speak.
⥠âIt's justâthey tried so hard, and it's their first world cup.â You started to explain, clearly referring to the losing team, at which Sae let out a sigh.
⥠Of course you would feel bad for them, and the match happening at this time of the month was really bad timing.
⥠âI told you it was unrealistic for them to win immediately,â he said, but seeing your face look even sadder, he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you.
⥠âIt'll be okay, come here.â He said softly, pulling you closer so you could sit on his lap and he could comfort you properly.
⥠As you sobbed softly and took shaky breaths, trying to regulate yourself, he rubbed your back up and down and rested his cheek on the top of your head. He could feel his shirt getting damp on his shoulder, but he couldn't care less.
⥠After a few minutes, he looked down at you, brushing some hair off your face.
⥠âYou okay now? Do you need anything?â he asked. He wasn't the best at comforting, but he could make sure you got everything you needed.
⥠âCan we just stay like this?â Your voice sounded steadier now, though still almost shy.
⥠Sae just nodded as he resumed his movements, rubbing your back, looking only to soothe you.
⥠He would stay there for as long as you needed. He told himself that this time was just an exception, but he knew he would be there to comfort you anytime you needed it, if he could help it.
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Lost in Translation
Blue Lock! Alexis Ness x reader
He's been flirting with you for weeks... but you don't know German.
Warnings: Fluff; Ness speaks bad English; NOT PROOFREAD!!!
[Lost in Translation Series]
Germany wasnât the escape you planned â it was the escape you ran to.
You had been tired in the way that didnât touch the bones but wrapped around the heart instead, tightening with every deadline, every conversation, every night you told yourself everything was fine when it wasnât. So you booked the flight. You packed lightly. You made a promise to yourself that you would breathe and figure life out later.
And that was how you found yourself wandering across foreign cobblestone streets, map forgotten in your pocket, drawn only by the scent of fresh pastry and the promise of warmth.
The cafĂŠ wasnât remarkable at first glance â a little corner place tucked between a florist and a bookstore, almost easy to miss if not for the old wooden sign hanging above the door: Kaffeehaus Mondlicht. Moonlight CafĂŠ.
The bells chimed softly when you entered.
Warm air enveloped you, sweet with cinnamon and steamed milk, glowing gold from the lantern-like lights hanging low from the ceiling. Couples chatted quietly. A woman in the corner typed on a laptop. The barista hummed as she wiped a counter.
You felt something inside you loosen, the tension that lived between your shoulders melting just a little.
And then you saw him.
He was sitting alone near the window â a young man with pale skin and hair that faded into soft magenta tips, his lashes long enough to cast delicate shadows when he blinked. His eyes â magenta, too â were bright and expressive even from where you stood, as if someone had lit a small star inside them.
He noticed you at the exact second you noticed him.
His expression flickered â surprise, then embarrassment, then a soft, nervous smile tugging at his lips. He tucked a piece of hair behind his ear even though nothing had fallen there. The gesture was small, almost shy.
You looked away quickly, cheeks warming.
He was⌠distracting.
You ordered your coffee with a smile that felt too tight and took a seat across the room, turning your face toward the window to avoid looking back at him.
ExceptâŚyou could feel his eyes on you.
Little glances.
Barely-there looks.
Like he kept checking if you were still real.
Every time you pretended to take a sip, you caught him looking away too fast, lips twitching like he wasnât sure whether to smile or hide.
You wondered, fleetingly, who he was.
And why he looked at you like that â soft, curious, almost enchanted.
You brushed it off. You were just imagining it. Jet lag, probably.
You sipped your coffee and tried not to think about the boy with the magenta eyes.
The next day, he was there again.
Same window seat. Same warm drink cupped in his hands. Same soft smile when your gaze accidentally brushed his.
You ignored him. Badly.
And he kept looking. Also badly.
On day three, when you stumbled into the cafĂŠ half-asleep and decidedly unpretty, he straightened in his seat like someone had just pulled invisible strings attached to his back. And smiled. A real smile.
The kind that reached his eyes.
Like he was relieved you came back.
You pretended you didnât notice the warmth blooming in your chest.
On day five, the inevitable happened.
You had just opened a book you werenât actually reading when someone approached your table.
Your heartbeat jumped. You looked up. It was him.
Up close he wasâŚpretty.
Soft jawline.
Eyes so bright they almost glowed.
And a strange sort of gentle intensity â like he noticed things most people didnât.
He swallowed, ran his fingers anxiously through his hair, and said: âHallo.â
You blinked. ââŚHi?â
His smile grew, relieved.
âDarf ich mich setzen?â
He gestured to the chair across from you.
You had no clue what he said.
But he didnât seem threatening, and he looked hopeful â painfully hopeful â so you nodded.
He lit up like someone had turned on the sun behind his eyes.
He sat. Carefully. Too carefully, like the chair might break under the weight of his nerves.
And then he spoke â rapid, soft German that sounded warm and musical in his accent, hands moving as if helping the story along.
You understood none of it.
But you nodded.
Smiled.
Forced a soft laugh when his own smile grew too bright.
He looked delighted.
Then he leaned forward, eyes shining with sincerity, and said quietly:
âDu bist⌠sehr hĂźbsch.â You are⌠very pretty.
You didnât understand the words, but the tone â the tone was unmistakable. Soft. Slightly shaky.
Affection pressed between consonants.
You blinked.
Nodded.
Smiled shyly because what else were you supposed to do when a handsome stranger spoke to you like that?
He inhaled sharply â like your reaction was a gift.
Your stomach flipped.
This became your new normal.
Every day, he approached you. Every day, he spoke in German â so passionately, so expressively â and every day, you nodded like an idiot who totally understood.
But even without the words, you understood him.
He was warm.
He was gentle.
He was animated, sometimes talking with both hands in a frantic swirl when he got excited.
He laughed easily.
Smiled constantly.
Looked at you like you were magic.
Then looked away like he wasnât allowed to.
Sometimes his knee brushed yours under the table and he stiffened immediately â not pulling away, just blushing deeply as if the slightest contact scrambled his entire brain.
You found it adorable. Dangerously adorable.
But your favorite thing was how he listened â really listened â even to your nonsense.
The way his brows pulled together when you spoke English.
The way he leaned forward, studying your lips like he was trying to translate the shape of your sentences.
The way he smiled even when he didnât understand a single word.
He didnât try to correct you. He didnât ask questions.
He just listened â like the sound of your voice did something to him.
And your heart started doing strange, warm things every time he appeared.
Some days, he walked you home.
You didnât know how this began. Maybe you left at the same time. Maybe he timed it. Maybe it was coincidence â or maybe heâd been waiting for the opportunity.
The first time he asked â âGemeinsam?â Together? â you nodded without knowing the meaning.
His face turned red so fast you almost worried. He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward grin, then fell into step beside you.
He kept the pace slow, like he didnât want the walk to end too soon.
Your hands brushed.
A tiny, tiny touch. He froze.
You pretended you didnât notice.
He definitely noticed â eyes wide, lips parted, breath catching audibly â before he relaxed again, cheeks tinted rosy.
He looked like someone quietly falling apart.
You wondered if he always wore his heart so openly.
You wondered why you hoped he did.
And then came the day you saw him differently.
You were exploring the city alone, coat wrapped tight around you as the wind whipped through the streets. You wandered aimlessly, letting yourself get lost, until you stumbled across massive metal gates.
The sign read: BASTARD MĂNCHEN TRAININGSZENTRUM
You paused.
Soccer players rushed back and forth across the turf inside.
Shouts echoed.
Whistles blew.
The sound was loud, sharp, alive.
You shouldâve walked away.
But then you saw him.
Alexis.
In uniform, sweating, hair sticking to his forehead, magenta eyes focused and burning like embers.
His jaw clenched as he sprinted.
Muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the lean lines of his body powerful and unexpected.
His breathing came out in visible white puffs, sharp and heavy.
He looked entirely different than the soft, smiling boy in the cafĂŠ.
He lookedâŚbeautiful.
And strong.
And alive in a way that made your pulse stutter.
You stared. Shamelessly.
Until he stopped mid-stride.
Until his eyes found yours across the fence.
Until he froze â like the world stopped for him, too.
His expression softened instantly.
Surprise.
Then warmth.
Then something fragile and overwhelming.
He jogged to the fence, breathless, chest rising and falling quickly.
âYouâŚâ he panted, pointing.
ââŚhier?â Here?
You panicked.
Smiled too fast.
Nodded too hard.
He brightened so dramatically you thought he might faint on the spot.
âFĂźr⌠mich?â For me?
He pointed at himself, hopeful.
You didnât know the words.
So you gave him a thumbs-up.
He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a choked sob â and pressed his hand against his heart as if steadying it.
That was the moment you realized he had feelings.
Real ones.
Soft.
Tender.
Messy.
And the dangerous part?
You felt something stir inside you in response.
Not full-blown feelings â but the spark of them.
The beginning.
A warm ache.
A small flutter.
Something you couldnât brush aside anymore.
And he kept trying to ask you out.
And failing.
And trying again.
And failing again.
And falling apart a little more each time.
He tried four times before you realized heâd been trying at all.
The first attempt happened so naturally you didnât even suspect.
It was late afternoon â golden hour â that warm glow that made the cafĂŠ look like something from a dream. You were already seated, tapping at your phone, when he rushed in with hair wind-tousled and a panicked sparkle in his eyes, like he thought you might not show up today.
He approached your table with a nervous energy you felt before he even spoke. âHiâŚâ he murmured, shyly â the English greeting heâd picked up from you.
Then he switched to his comfort zone, German.
âWillst du mit mir ausgehen?â Do you want to go out with me?
His voice trembled.
Just slightly.
Enough to betray how much courage it took him.
You didnât know what he said.
You thought he was⌠offering you a pastry? A recommendation? A local dessert? He gestured vaguely at the table, and you, panicked by the long eye contact and the softness in his voice, nodded.
His entire soul left his body and re-entered with confetti.
He grinned â a wide, boyish, breath-stealing grin â and whispered something like,
âWirklichâŚ?â Really? and âOh mein GottâŚâ Oh my god⌠and âDanke!â Thank you!
He left the cafĂŠ with the energy of someone who had just been resurrected.
And then he waited at a restaurant for an hour.
By himself.
In a nice shirt.
Because youâd unknowingly accepted a date.
He cried in the bathroom.
You didnât know any of this yet.
The second attempt was even worse.
Not his fault.
Entirely yours.
He was walking you home â he did this more often now, instinctively falling into step beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets because he didnât trust them not to reach for yours.
As you passed a bakery window, he inhaled sharply as if bracing himself for a punch.
Then, in a soft, trembling voice, he whispered: âVielleicht⌠ein Date? Nur wir zwei?â Maybe⌠a date? Just the two of us?
Your brain, hearing tone not content, thought he was talking about the pastries in the window.
Maybe asking you to look.
Or maybe asking if you wanted to stop inside.
You nodded.
His heart exploded in slow motion.
He sighed â this long, shaky, relieved exhale â and his cheeks flushed warm pink all the way to the tips of his ears. He murmured something like,
âSie sagt wieder jaâŚâ She says yes again⌠as if he could barely believe his luck.
He bought flowers.
You didnât show.
He placed the flowers on your usual cafĂŠ table the next day and sat with his head in his hands until his teammate dragged him away.
You didnât know that either.
The third attempt was the most emotional one.
It was raining â the soft, mist-like kind that blurred the world into watercolor and made the city look romantic enough to break hearts. You were both standing under a shop canopy, waiting for the downpour to ease. The air smelled like petrichor and fresh bread from the bakery next door.
He was standing close.
Closer than usual.
So close you could see the raindrops clinging to his eyelashes.
He swallowed, gathering courage.
âKann ich dein Freund sein?â Can I be your boyfriend?
The words were heavy, trembling â the most vulnerable heâd ever sounded.
But all you heard was a string of pretty German syllables and a hopeful look.
So you nodded automatically.
His eyes widened.
Then filled with tears.
Actual tears.
Not dramatic ones.
Not chaotic ones.
Soft, fragile, quiet tears â the kind born from years of not being chosen for anything except obedience and loyalty.
He whispered, voice cracking,
âDanke⌠dankeâŚâ
as if heâd been waiting his whole life to hear your answer.
You panicked because why was he crying??
What did you accidentally agree to??
Was he okay?!
He thought you were overwhelmed by emotion.
He held the sleeve of his jacket to his eyes, trying not to cry harder.
He walked home soaked.
From rain or tears â you would later learn â both.
The fourth attempt was when he started breaking.
And you saw it.
You didnât understand it.
But you saw something in his eyes that day â something small and crumpled and scared.
It was near sunset, the sky painted with streaks of pink and orange that mirrored the magenta tint in his hair. You were sitting outside the cafĂŠ this time, wrapped in a light jacket, the air crisp around you.
He joined you silently.
No greeting.
No smile.
Just a soft, drawn look â cheeks pale, eyes dimmer than usual.
You didnât like it.
âAlles okay?â you asked gently, the only German phrase you knew.
He smiled.
The fragile kind.
The kind that was meant to hide something but only revealed it more.
Then he asked:
âBitte⌠gib mir eine ChanceâŚ?â Please⌠give me a chanceâŚ?
The words sounded like a plea.
Raw.
Soft.
Full of fear.
Your heart clenched.
You nodded because what else could you do when someone looked at you like that?
He stared at you â stunned â like your âyesâ wasnât a yes, but a miracle.
Like someone had reached into his chest and pressed sunlight against an old bruise.
He didnât speak after that.
He just looked at you like he was afraid to breathe and scare the moment away.
And then he left early.
That was the moment you realized:
Whatever he felt for you⌠it was deep.
Much deeper than youâd thought.
Your chest tightened in a way you didnât want to analyze.
Not yet.
The fifth attempt was when everything finally made sense â and everything fell apart at the same time.
It began with his eyes.
Normally bright.
Normally full of sparkle.
Normally soft.
But that day â they looked dull.
Like something inside him had cracked.
He sat across from you, hands clasped together near his mouth, eyes fixed on the table instead of you.
Heâd never done that before.
You reached for your coffee, trying to pretend the air between you wasnât heavy with unspoken things. But before you could say anything, he whispered:
âMaybe⌠EnglishâŚ?â
His voice shook.
You blinked.
That alone startled you â because he never initiated English first. Ever.
He looked up at you.
And for the first time since you met himâŚ
He looked defeated.
Then he asked â in quiet, broken, heavily accented English â âCan you⌠be with me? Romance⌠date⌠us⌠together?â
Your coffee nearly slipped from your hand.
The world muted.
Time slowed.
Everything rearranged itself in your mind.
Your confusion.
His blushes.
His nervousness.
His tears.
His dramatic reactions.
His joy.
His heartbreak.
And worst: The four times he thought you said yesâŚwhen you had no idea what heâd said.
He watched your face fall in slowly dawning horror.
And his shoulders slumped as if your silence alone was confirmation of his worst fear.
You finally exhaled â shaky, embarrassed, panicked.
That was when your brain finally put all the pieces into one very horrifying, very obvious picture.
The cafĂŠ.
The walks.
The hair tucking.
The cheek kisses.
His tears.
His nervousness.
His trembling voice every time he asked you something.
You felt all the air leave your lungs.
âIâI donât understand German,â you blurted out, voice cracking.
âI havenât understood anything youâve said. Not a single thing. For months.â
He stared at you like youâd just told him the moon was fake.
âNo⌠German?â he whispered, like it physically hurt him to say it.
âNo.â
âYouâsmile. You nod. Always. All the time!â His fingers tapped his chest in frantic little circles. âYou look happy! You look⌠very cute happy!â
âI was panicking!â
âPANICKING???â
He looked personally offended â like youâd betrayed the laws of physics.
âYes! I didnât want to be rude!â
He made a noise.
Not a human noise.
Something like a wounded baby bird and a dying kettle.
âI ask you on date⌠many timesâŚâ
He held up one finger.
Then two.
Then three.
Then four.
Then a sad, shaky five.
âYou say yes⌠EVERY time!â
You slumped into your chair, mortified.
âOh, god.â
âOh, god,â he echoed, dramatically rubbing his temples.
âI buy flowers⌠you never come. I wait at restaurant⌠you never come. I thinkââ he clutched his chest, ââmaybe I am too much. Maybe she hates me. Maybe magic is fake.â
That part hit harder than it shouldâve.
You felt guilt punch the breath out of you.
âAlexis⌠I didnât know. I swear. Iâm so sorry.â
His voice softened to something tiny and fragile:
âIs okay⌠if you do not like me.â
Your chest twisted, your heart stumbling over itself, and you reached out instinctively, placing your hand over his.
Warm.
Shaking.
Hopeful.
âI do like you,â you whispered.
âFor real.â
He blinked.
Everything inside him stopped.
âYouâŚâ he swallowed hard, voice cracking, ââŚdo?â
You nodded.
His breath left him in a single, trembling exhale â Then exploded.
âJA!!â YESS!! he yelled, leaping to his feet like a man possessed.
The cafĂŠ erupted.
Someone gasped, âEr hat ihr einen Antrag gemacht!â He proposed to her!
Another woman shrieked with joy.
An old man clapped so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
A teenager pulled out his phone to record.
A lady shoved a tiny bouquet of wildflowers into your hands.
âGlĂźckwunsch!!â she squealed. Congratulations!
You sat there frozen, flowers in hand, confused.
Alexis panicked mid-celebration, waving his hands frantically:
âNEIN! KEIN ANTRAG! KEIN ANTRAGâKEIN RINGâSTOPPâHALTâBITTEââ NO! NO PROPOSAL! NO REGISTRATION â NO RING â STOP â STOP â PLEASE ââ
But no one stopped.
Not even a little.
Someone even shouted, âKĂSS SIE!!!â KISS HER!!!
You wanted to sink into the floor.
Alexis covered his face with his hands.
âI want to die,â he whispered dramatically through his fingers.
âThis is worst moment of my life and also best moment of my life and I hate it.â
You touched his arm gently.
He froze.
Then peeked at you between his fingers.
You held out your hand.
âCome here,â you whispered.
He lowered his hands, walked back to the table like a damp, confused puppy, and sat down. His cheeks were bright red, eyes watery, chest still rising and falling like heâd just run ten miles.
You leaned closer.
âDating,â he repeated breathlessly.
âNot married.â
âYes.â
He nodded.
Once.
Twice.
Then again, very slowly â the realization sinking in like sunshine into cold skin.
His voice softened into something sincere and trembling:
âDatingâŚâ
His eyes glazed with emotion.
âYou are⌠really⌠mine?â
Warmth fluttered in your chest.
âIâm yours,â you admitted quietly.
âIf you still want me.â
His breath hitched.
His hand slid into yours â slowly, reverently, like he was afraid you might break.
âI want you,â he whispered.
âSince first moment.â
And thenâ
then he gently leaned his forehead to yours.
Not quite a kiss.
Not quite a hug.
Just a soft press of skin to skin, breath mingling, fingers tightening around yours.
Your heart pounded.
His did too â you could feel it.
He whispered against your skin:
âI promise⌠I learn English for you.â
A trembling exhale.
âSo we never have⌠this big disaster again.â
You laughed softly, breath brushing his lips.
âAnd Iâll learn German for you.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you properly â wide-eyed, overwhelmed, full of wonder.
âReallyâŚ?â
âReally.â
He melted.
Completely.
His thumb brushed your knuckles â slow, warm, terrified and bold all at once.
âI⌠so happy,â he whispered.
âSo⌠so⌠so happyâŚâ
You smiled, cheeks warm.
âMe too.â
He made another tiny squeak â this time of pure joy â and hid his face in his hands again.
And the cafĂŠ, wrongly convinced they had just witnessed a proposal, applauded one final time.
You and Alexis sat there together â blushing, laughing, shaking, overwhelmed â and for the first timeâŚ
You're stunning and popular but a bit weird, he's just a regular guy, and somehow he is the only one who gets you.
⥠You're beautifulâ but like, ridiculously beautiful, stunning.
⥠But despite that, you find yourself alone at the end of the day.
⥠Some may argue that nobody dares to actually try anything, some emphasize you having a rather eccentric personality or hobbies.
⥠A lot of your classmates who approached you because of your beauty eventually stopped talking to you with any excuse they could think of.
⥠So it was a surprise to everyone when Isagi Yoichi, out of everyone, the most regular guy anyone knows, was suddenly the person who you talked to every day.
⥠Not even you knew how to explain it, if anyone asked all you could say is that he gets you.
⥠Some were curious the other way around, though, about how or why Yoichi stuck with you.
⥠He was never weirded out by you, and if he was, he certainly made sure not to make it obvious in favor of your person.
⥠He even gets weirdly involved in some of your interests sometimes.
⥠âAnd then the creator said it was a self-insert and it all made so much sense.â
⥠âWaitâ that's why it got so much screen time?â
⥠âI know, it's kinda annoying right?â
⥠Meanwhile, the other students looked at you both weirdly.
⥠That would've usually made Isagi feel sheepish, but did it matter when you looked so happy? Not really.
⥠When you waited for him to finish training so you could walk home together? He just managed to look sheepish at the inquiring eyes of his teammates.
⥠After all, what did Isagi do with such a pretty girl?
⥠It was just a matter of time before everyone else started to notice the pattern.
⥠Some envious looks were directed at him, and some just wondering why or how it happened.
⥠However, it didn't take too much time before he started to learn to dismiss it.
⥠It was worth it. Even the plain and usually boring classes were more interesting with you at his side.
⥠Every eccentricity of yours, instead of pushing him away like it did with others, just made him more intrigued by you.
⥠He treated you like he would with any other, and you somehow treated him like the most amazing person in that whole school.
⥠It was a strange but perfect balance and he definitely wouldnât change it for the world.
Bachira Meguru
Reserved girl x golden retriever guy vibes
⥠You werenât exactly sure how it started, Bachira was nice.
⥠The kind of guy you would smile at out of kindness or because whatever he said was undoubtedly amusing and you just couldnât help it.
⥠But having him at your side every day wasnât something you expected.
⥠Maybe it started the first day of school when Bachira arrived late to class, he burst into the classroom with a rather unapologetic apology and sat in the only empty desk that was left, luckily or not, right next to you.
⥠His first attempts to make conversation were fruitless, your short answers didnât give him too much to work with.
⥠That was until he saw you drawing something on the side of your notebook.
⥠He couldnât help but peek at it and grinned immediately.
⥠âYouâre good at drawing, can I see more?â
⥠You looked at him, hesitant on what to answer, and before you could utter a word he started to speak again, not wasting one second.
⥠âI like drawing too! Look at this.â He said as he grabbed his sketchbook and placed it in the middle of his desk and yours, pushing it more to your side before he started flipping through the pages.
⥠He talked cheerfully as he pointed to every drawing he did, each one with a different story about it or remark to make.
⥠âAnd this is a dolphin, they're so cool, donât you think?â
⥠He didnât get any really energetic answer from you, but that didnât stop him.
⥠When he caught a glimpse of your smile there was no turning back.
⥠Worried about group projects? Not ever again, at some point he didnât even ask you, he just approached you and started making plans about how to do the assignment.
⥠You were never alone anymore during recess either, for better or worse.
⥠You even ended up accompanying him when he practiced football.
⥠After spending so much time together he also started to understand you better.
⥠Since then he became your number one defender and voice anytime you didnât feel like talking.
⥠The one that when eating outside, if your food had something that you specifically asked to not include, he would call the waitress or go to the one who served the food to complain and ask for a change.
⥠Sometimes you even surprised yourself by talking more than usual when being around him.
⥠Not only were you surprised, but your classmates also noticed the change.
⥠Was Bachiraâs enthusiasm and cheerfulness somehow contagious?
⥠Must be, but not like you were to complain. It was like having your own ray of sunshine giving you energy all the time.
⥠He always did most of the talking, but seeing the amusement in your eyes and the subtle affection was more than enough for him.
Mikage Reo
The rich and popular guy is head over heels for you, nobody understands why, he just finds you so fascinating, it's a bit annoying (and cute).
⥠To summarize it, it was almost ridiculous.
⥠Seeing the Mikage Reo paying all his attention to someone who wasnât Nagi as usual? Inconceivable, unbelievable.
⥠However, it happened anyway.
⥠What did he see in you that he found so fascinating? It was something everyone wondered.
⥠You were a nice girl. Not really anyone who stood out from the rest, just a regular student.
⥠And somehow, after a few interactions with him, he was suddenly around or near you all the time, showering you with gifts and treats.
⥠It started with small gestures.
⥠One day early in the morning you arrived to class, greeted some of your classmates, and went to your desk, everything as usual.
⥠Until Reo arrived, of course. Nagi trailing behind with the same bored expression as always.
⥠âGood morning my angel! Hope youâre doing well.â He talked loudly, with a big grin, like he didnât know shame at all, at least not when it was about doting on the people he cared about.
⥠That wouldnât have been so bad, if it wasnât for what he was holding in his hands.
⥠One disposable coffee tray in each hand, with four cups of coffee in each one, all of them with a different target.
⥠You eyed it for a few seconds before looking up at his face again, so damn bright and happy for no reason at all.
⥠âWhat? You developed a coffee addiction? I thought soccer players had to be careful with what they eat and drink.â
⥠âWhatâ Not at all. But Iâm glad you asked, I wanted to bring you a coffee to help you start the morning. I didnât know which one you like, so I bought one of each.â He said proudly, not fazed or discouraged at all by the teasing.
⥠âAnd what if I donât like coffee?â
⥠For what could be the first time, he went silent.
⥠It seemed for a moment that you had actually broken him, but he recovered incredibly fast as he placed down the disposable coffee trays on the nearest desk.
⥠âWellâ you can always get something else, tell me, what do you like? Tea, juice, matcha or maybe even a soda? You know what, here you have.â He said, reaching into his crossbody bag and pulling out a stack of bills. He made the motion of counting it before dismissing it with a laugh and handing it over completely to you.
⥠âWhy do you even carry so much cash with you?â You said, surprised, eyeing the stack of money. You couldn't actually take it, though it was definitely tempting. âI canât accept that, besides why in the world would I need so much money for a drink?â
⥠âJust accept it, I insist.â He said, still not taking no for an answer, as he also batted away Nagiâs hand, who unlike you, didnât seem to have a problem with taking the money.
⥠You ended up just taking one of the cups of coffee so he would stop insisting, and he clearly took it as a victory.
⥠That was one of the smallest gestures.
⥠After that, it was things like big gestures for White Day.
⥠Despite the fact that you didnât give him any chocolates for Valentine's Day, when White Day arrived your locker door was completely obstructed by a pile of chocolates. There was also one on top of your desk.
⥠Someone wouldâve thought you were just really popular, but no. Everything was from Reo; and if someone else had left something for you, then you clearly missed it among Reoâs gifts.
⥠Similar things like that kept happening, sometimes you even found him outside of school.
⥠Such gestures were both equally embarrassing and endearing.
⥠You better reject him or take him once and for all, because he isnât planning on giving up.Â
Nagi Seishiro
You're popular and really like him, but he doesn't seem to notice despite your efforts.
⥠It was a surprise for everyone honestly.
⥠The popular and probably most social girl of the class, being interested in Nagi Seishiro?
⥠The guy who seemed to think that just the mere fact of existing was exhausting.
⥠It was like seeing the female version of Reo also infatuated with Nagi.
⥠Maybe that was the trick to get the most charming and social people interested in you? Acting uninterested?
⥠Definitely a subject of study.
⥠All of a sudden, every morning that you arrived at class, you made a habit of making a beeline from the classroom door to Nagi's slouched figure at his desk.
⥠Always greeting him first and sitting at the desk in front of him, so that you could sit sideways on your chair and talk to him.
⥠Anytime you got a lazy answer from him, which annoyed most of your classmates, you would laugh and find it amusing.
⥠You would look for him immediately anytime a pair project was assigned.
⥠Spend recess with him, despite having the rest of the class wanting to hang out with you.
⥠Always close, using any excuse to hug him, take his hand, or lean against him.
⥠It was painfully obvious to everyone that you had a crush on Nagiâ everyone, except Nagi.
⥠Suddenly you were even weirdly interested in video games and football, and all that to be able to talk about his interests with him.
⥠âNagi! I installed the game you like, thought we could play together.â You said, sitting next to him on the staircase with your cellphone in hand.
⥠âI already reached the max ranking in that game, Iâm not interested anymore.â He answered without looking up from the screen of his phone, clearly playing a different game now.
⥠âWhaaat?â You said in surprise, trying to mask your disappointment at the same time. âWhen did you even have time for that?â
⥠Nagi just shrugged with the same indifference as always.
⥠For a moment it seemed that the conversation was over, until he spoke again.
⥠âDownload this one, I just started it yesterday.â He showed you the screen of his phone where the game title was displayed.
⥠It maybe didnât look like much to anyone else who may have seen the interaction, however you instantly beamed as you quickly looked up the game and downloaded it.
⥠You had never been so invested in a game as you were now.
⥠Despite Nagiâs obliviousness, you never seemed to give up.
⥠Maybe one day heâll actually notice your true feelings, and who knows what may happen?Â
Kunigami Rensuke
You're a bit careless, but don't worry, he's got your back.
⥠You always, for some reason, seemed to have your head in the clouds.
⥠Maybe you were just genuinely not conscious of your surroundings?
⥠What was always in your head that would make you not realize if you were going to walk straight through a red light when crossing the street?
⥠Those were some questions that Kunigami constantly asked himself whenever he hung out with you.
⥠It was a good thing that you always seemed to have some insanely good luck.
⥠But if he could help it, he was not taking any chances.
⥠Going from simple things like putting his hand on the edge of your desk whenever you stood up after crouching down to pick up something.
⥠To pulling you back by the collar of your shirt to avoid you walking directly into a light post or a hole in the ground that would've definitely made you trip.
⥠âI'm so sorry! Are you okay?â You exclaimed, worried, when he had to abruptly stop the elevator doors at the mall from closing on your crossbody bag as you were walking out.
⥠âDon't worry, I'm glad you're okay.â He answered with a smile that was meant to comfort you, despite him being the one who almost got his arm caught in the elevator.
⥠âAre you sure?â Though reassured by his smile, you couldn't help but worry and feel the slightest bit of guilt, as you reached for his arm gently, wanting to make sure he wasn't just lying to make you feel better.
⥠Kunigami immediately flustered slightly at your concern and closeness, pulling out a sheepish smile as he reassured you that everything was okay.
⥠Although you still insisted on compensating him, at least with ice cream, and despite the fact that he wasn't content at first with the idea of letting you pay, he eventually accepted.
⥠It ended up being more work for him though.
⥠Like avoiding you stepping on the clearly wet floor. He wasn't even sure how you missed the sign that literally said not to step there.
⥠It wasn't that bad though, how could he be a hero if he couldn't take care of one of the people he most adored?
A/N: Not much to say this time, if you have any suggestions feel free to comment them or make a request on the ''ጠđđťđ¸đš đŞ đđ˛đˇđŽ áŚ'' button. I'm also not sure if all these count as rom-com tropes, but you get the idea. Anyways, remember to drink water and take care of yourself!
You're his childhood friend who talks to him again after a long time, and he realized they still love you.
Alexis Ness x Gender Neutral Reader
A/N: Sorry if it's short. I mostly wanted to post something before June finished to wish all a happy pride month! Whatever letter of the LGBTQ+ are you, I just want to say all of us deserve to be free to express who we are and no one should be shamed for it. Ya'll deserve sunshine, and I truly hope you get it âĄ
⥠When he heard you calling him on the street, he turned around, thinking it was probably just someone who recognized him.
⥠The moment he turned around and saw you standing there, though, it was like suddenly everything had frozen, and he could only focus on you, as bright as the last time he had seen you.
⥠He never forgot you, but he never thought he would see you again, either.
⥠The memories flooded back like a dam that had been holding everything together for a long time, and now it had finally broken.
⥠That kid who had accompanied him through so many recesses back in school, when no one would listen to him rant about magicâyou were there.
⥠In those snowy days, helping him build a snowman and playing along when he self-proclaimed to be a magician.
⥠Being that quiet company that would hold his hand every time his parents and siblings scolded him, staying by his side until your parents came to pick you up.
⥠Always together, until the day you moved away.
⥠And now he was standing there, in front of you. You looked so different⌠but somehow, his heart knew it was you.
⥠That's when tears started to prick at his eyes before he could even tell.
⥠Such a sweet but painful feeling.
⥠As soon as you saw this, it was instant panic. You hadn't really given it too much thought.
⥠When you saw Ness, talking to him had been instant, like a reflex.
⥠"I'm sorry! Maybe I shouldn't havâ"
⥠Some strong arms circling around you cut you off in the middle of your sentence.
⥠That's when you felt him trembling slightly against you.
⥠Actually, sobbing.
⥠A moment passed before your arms wrapped around him, giving him a few comforting pats on the back.
⥠"It's nice to see you, too." You said softly, just standing there, waiting for him to get himself back together, just like when you were little.
⥠After what was probably a minute, he slowly pulled away from the hug.
⥠"I'm fine, I justâ need a moment." He said, wiping away the tears from his eyes, though it was useless.
⥠When he looked at you, concerned you would think he was being too much, he was met with that same soft understanding and fond smile that he remembered.
⥠"You haven't changed much." You said with that softness that always used to come when talking to him, this time mixed with an excited happiness that was inevitable.
⥠"Is that bad?"
⥠"I don't think so." "âŚWould you like to catch up?"
⥠Ness couldn't have been happier to do so.
⥠That's how most of the day passed: in a cafÊ, talking about all the years you'd missed in each other's lives.
⥠For a moment, it felt like everything was just right, natural and familiar, as if you had never been separated.
⥠An important piece of his life was back. He hadn't realized until that moment just how much he had missed it.
⥠The day ended with numbers exchanged, promises to never lose touch like that again, and a renewed bond.
A/N: For anyone wondering if the inspiration for this was Taylor Swift's new song for Toy Story, I gotta say that you're totally right, I loved it. I also had been wanting something about Ness for a long time already. If you bothered to read this, here's a kind reminder for you to drink water and get your well-deserved hours of sleep!
Itoshi Brothers (Separately) x Gender Neutral Reader
A/N: Just some of my thoughts about how the conflict between the two brothers is mostly based on the horrible communication they have, and I couldnât help but wonder how that would also be present in a relationship with them. This is something really quick and shorter than what I usually write, maybe too short, but I thought it may be interesting.
â To start, I think Rin would be the type who has trouble communicating when something bothers or hurts him.
â He won't tell you right away; probably he'll either have a sore attitude or try to make you regret whatever you did.
â Sore attitude in the way that he won't address the problem; he'll be petty and stubborn.
â Probably he will be expecting you to apologize or amend whatever you did that somehow touched a sore spot.
â But of course, he won't tell you what you did.
â Fortunately, he doesn't hide it well either, so it'll be up to you and your capacity to figure it out.
â At the end, when you manage to sort it out, I'd say that he would be really sensitive about it.
â Like, depending on how long you two have been together, he would let himself be vulnerable and open up.
â Normally, after so much time of not getting the validation he wants so badly from his big brother, he yearns to feel recognized and appreciated.
â It means that having you, who will always make sure he does, would probably be so soothing for him.
â I do believe he is the kind of person who would want to be better for those he cares about, though.
â That means that for you, he would try to get better at communicating his feelings instead of leaving you in the dark.
â It would probably have to be a both-sides effort, since he would need someone who can understand him and be patient.
â And who knows, after working it out with you, maybe he would be able to face his brother with clear words and fix their conflict.
Itoshi Sae
â Sae is a different variant of the same issue.
â He is aloof most of the time, but I don't think he has trouble expressing when something annoys him.
â The thing is, he isn't the most perceptive guy around. It's not that he wouldn't notice if youâre mad at him; it would just take him a moment to realize the weight of it.
â He also says things bluntly, not with any intention of hurting; he just doesn't understand the weight behind his words sometimes.
â So what would happen when he says something that hurts you?
â He probably would say an insensitive thing that, for him, didn't sound mean, just the truth, direct.
â But of course, it hurt. Even if you call him out instantly, I don't think he would understand the reason right away.
â It would take a while before he notices something is really wrong, and why it is wrong.
â The feelings of guilt and regret would come later, because of course he never meant to make you feel that way, nor would he ever do it on purpose.
â Apologizing wouldnât be the easiest thing for him, so it would come in a quiet way, though still making sure you know he means it.
â It would come accompanied by acts of service and whatever way of comfort he knows you need most. You need cuddles or a hug? Or maybe you just need some quality time? Heâll do it. At the start, it may be a bit awkward on his part, but heâll be willing to push through if it means getting to see you feel better.
â As time passes, he would learn to become more aware of the weight of his own words around you.
â Not specifically because he considers you sensitive, but because youâre important and actually worth the effort.
â Maybe he would eventually even gain some self-awareness of how his words affect his little brother.
A/N: A friend told me when I was starting to watch the anime that Sae genuinely doesn't understand how mad Rin really is, and mostly thinks it is because of some teenage phase and I was honestly baffled. Sorry if it's not accurate, but again, it was interesting writing about it. Anyways, if you read all this, I hope you enjoyed it, remember to drink water and have enough sleep c:
How would Blue Lock boys react when discovering their girlfriend has natural talent for football.
Blue Lock Characters x Female Reader
A/N: Blue Lock boys, but is just the pretty boys with long lashes, a.k.a Sae and Hugo (I know Rin too, but I didn't have the time ;;). Proofread? I did what I could. Honestly the most fun part of this was writing sound effects, it feels so silly haha.
If you enjoy this one, go read -> Part I where you have the best boys Isagi, Bachira and Reo c:
⥠You didn't play football actively or as a living, and that was okay, that had never fazed Sae. Most people just weren't cut out for it and were doomed to be average.
⥠It's not that he thinks you're just âaverageâ. Because why would he ever date someone like that? Your whole person was above most of everyone he's known. Just not in football.
⥠At least that's what he thought.
⥠It would happen at dinner in your home, Sae had finally made time in his schedule and he couldn't refuse when you said to visit your parents.
⥠Everything was going normally, until your parents decided it was the perfect time to start talking about the past.
⥠âIsn't it amazing that Sae is a professional soccer player? Oh, it reminds me of when our little girl used to play in high school.â Your mother said smiling, because of course your parents were more than happy with Sae as your boyfriend.
⥠Although if something made them even happier, of course, was talking about you.
⥠âYeah, she was so good, but she chose college.â Your dad answered in good humour.
⥠âI wasnât that good.â You tried to dismiss it with a smile shaking your head subtly, but it fell on deaf ears.
⥠All this talk was innocent, but Sae's eyebrows furrowed just slightly, like, you would've had to look really closely to notice.
⥠Maybe it was the fact that your parents were comparing him to your old self that just played in high school, like they could ever be equal things; or maybe the fact that you never mentioned you played soccer.
⥠You just shrank in your seat with a soft embarrassed laugh at the memories. âMom, dad, you can't just say that. They're different things, Sae is a professional.â
⥠âThat's right.â Sae agreed with the same bluntness as always, without hesitation.
⥠Your dad looked at him amused, he was already used to the attitude of the boy, but still entertained because of what this meant right now.
⥠âSo she hasn't told you, eh? Sweetheart, go get the album.â
⥠That's how it started.
⥠On one side Sae had your father yapping about how easy it had been for you. The way you were just always above the expectations, coaches begging you to keep playing the time you had left in school.
⥠And on the other side, there was your mother, showing photos of you in the soccer team of your school. Pictures of you scoring, winning, getting prizes that recognized you as âMVPâ, recognizing your talent.
⥠How you had offers to join bigger teams, you had everything necessary to succeed. And then you turned it down because âit wasn't your thingâ.
⥠All that while you felt his piercing eyes on you. Not judging. But thinking.
⥠Sae didnât take well being wrong.
⥠And all this meant Sae had been wrong about you, the whole time. It's not that you didn't have what it needs like other peopleâ you did, and you decided to not use it.
⥠He didn't understand that.
⥠On the drive home, after a moment of silence, Sae suddenly spoke.
⥠âIt isn't too late.â
⥠âFor what?â You replied confused, not expecting that.
⥠âSoccer.â
⥠You looked at him and exhaled softly with a smile, you knew it would stick with him, like everything that includes soccer.
⥠âSae, that's niceâ but seriously, I never took it seriously, it was just fun.â
⥠That made it even worse. You didn't even try and yet you still had been the best?
⥠Sae didn't insist, but he didn't forget about it either. He didn't understand why someone with so much potential would just let it go to waste.
⥠Usually he would assume they're cowards, lack of passion, lack of determination.
⥠But he knew you, and knew that you weren't like that. He had seen you doing what you like, and you weren't a coward, you had passion and determination.
⥠Maybe that's why he didn't keep bugging you about it. You were totally capable and he respected that.
⥠After all, among all the things he hated, the worst was people who can't have their own dreams and base them on others.
⥠That didnât mean he understood it.
⥠Weeks passed and he still didnât.
⥠Sometimes you still caught him looking at you in silence, squinting his eyes as if thinking really hard, looking more like a grumpy cat than anything.
⥠But the more he watched you doing something you loved, the more he convinced himself that maybe it didnât have to make sense, as long as you were happy.
Vivian Hugo
⥠Now, this case is a little different. As Hugoâs girlfriend, you were aware of his philosophy.
⥠It would be impossible not to, this man is not subtle about it.
⥠And that included his bad habit of acting as an unsolicited advice giver.
⥠Which leads you to quickly understand that for a good coexistence, he could never, NEVER, find out youâre practically a prodigy at football.
⥠You could already imagine it, he would never let go of it. And it would be a very possible headache.
⥠The thing is, you liked playing football. Although you never could envision it as something to do for a living.
⥠Hugo never questioned it. If you never mentioned playing football, it must have been because you werenât good at it, right?
⥠Why make someone try something they didnât have talent for? It just wouldnât make sense.
⥠At least thatâs what Hugo strongly believes.
⥠All your facade came down when you decided to tag along to his football practice. Because it was something romantic to do as his girlfriend, no?
⥠At least it was supposed to be.
⥠Besides, he kept talking about how he found a guy that would finally help him achieve his dream. Why not meet him?
⥠Everything was normal, practice was almost just as you remembered, except that they were boys, and you were watching from the bleachers instead of being part of it.
⥠You were just taking a sip from Hugoâs water bottle (because you didnât bring one, and girlfriend privileges, I guess) when you heard they would do a practice match.
⥠That was okay.
⥠The part where you almost choked was when they mentioned they needed one more, and one of Hugoâs teammates casually mentioned the chance of you joining to fill the space.
⥠It was supposed to be casual, maybe even a joke, and you tried to laugh it off.
⥠And you could've fooled anyoneâ anyone except your pretty boyfriend, of course.
⥠His intense stare right on you.
⥠He didnât think it would make much of a difference, whichever team he was in would win anyways (Mr. humble here), one less, one more, was nothing.
⥠Maybe in other circumstances he wouldn't have thought much about it, but it included you, and letâs be for real, this is Hugo who we are talking about.
⥠He considered everything; what were the chances that the day one of his teammates was absent, you were there? Oh, and they could just use an extra person to join, and YOU were there.
⥠Conclusions? Must be destiny. Duh.
⥠He still didnât know what, but it had to mean something.
⥠âSheâll play on my team.â Hugo said at the same time he dismissed one of his actual teammates, who looked offended, though like everyone, he knew better than to try to argue with him.
⥠âVivi, you donât have to do this, itâs not like I would be of any support to the team.â Lies.
⥠âThings happened like this for a reason, you must try.â He stated as if it was an undeniable truth.
⥠âBut what do I know about football? Iâm just going to be standing there.â More lies.
⥠âThen so be it.â
⥠If it wasnât because he was your boyfriend, you would be sure his pretty face wouldnât have stopped you from lunging at him.
⥠So the match started.
⥠It felt weird going back to play after so long, and it felt even more weird trying to pretend you actually didnât know how to play football.
⥠The first half you spent trying to not do much really, it was easy, not like any player wanted to give the chance to the other team to steal the ball.
⥠As perceptive and annoyingly stubborn as ever, Hugo noticed, and itâs not like he would just let it slideâ so he pressured.
⥠Somehow, after some tries, he managed for the ball to get to you AND leave you with no other choice than to really act.
⥠So you acted. Actually had to lock in when you saw other players running to steal the ball, some of the opposite team and some of your own teamâ rude btw.
⥠At the last minute you finally kicked the ball, it seemed that it was going to be stopped, going straight to another player, and suddenlyâ WHOOSH the ball took a wicked spin, curving inwards, redirecting, and FUSH-FRRUT!! sneaked past the surprised goalie and into the net!
⥠It was a goal! It had been a while since you felt that, that adrenaline that made you wanna grin and pump your fists up.
⥠Everyone surprised, goalie with a hurt ego, someone staring at you intensely from a few feet on the fieldâ wait, what?
⥠Thatâs when realization hits you, turning your head slowly only to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, looking like a mix of surprise and as if you committed the greatest act of betrayal against his persona.
⥠Because no matter how much of a prodigy you were, no one did that without at least having practiced before at some point in their life.
⥠And he was not shy about expressing it.
⥠He walked towards you quickly until he was standing in front of you.
⥠âYou said you hadnât played before.â He uttered, and even though he already wanted to start his speech about talent, aptitude, and destinyâ he couldnât.
⥠This was different from the other times. Before, it was always him lecturing someone for wanting to do something they didnât have talent for, but that wasnât your case.
⥠You had talent, and you chose not to use it. You werenât reaching for a goal out of your capacities, you were actually voluntarily giving it up.
⥠You werenât chasing a destiny that didn't belong to you, you were refusing it.
⥠That was wrong too. And of course he needed to express it.
⥠âIâm sorry, I know how you feel about it, so I didnât want you to feel botheredââ You tried to explain by seeing his troubled expression just to be cut off by him.
⥠âYouâre wasting your talent, you know that, right? You have the aptitude to be better than most people, you should be focusing on nurturing your abilitiesââ
⥠You knew where this was going (exactly what you were trying to avoid) and it was your turn to cut him off.
⥠âWow, stop there preacher.â
⥠âIâm not aââ
⥠âUp-up-up. Listen, I know you feel⌠troubled with this, but Iâm not changing what I do.â You said, carefully studying his reaction, at least the little you could see from his poker face; and for a moment it looked like he would accept it.
⥠âBut this is clearly the right choice.â Surprise for no one, he didnât.
⥠âAre you saying I'm not good enough at what I do right now?â
⥠âI'm not saying that.â
⥠âThen I choose the destiny of following what I do currently.â You said, trying to sound firm with your resolve, but of course, you decided to date one of the most stubborn men ever to exist.
⥠âThat's not how it works, you have to follow the destiny you have better aptitude for to be successfulâŚâ
⥠âIs your destiny ever shutting up?â You said just to be epically ignored.
⥠He kept talking, he even placed his hand on your shoulder and you had half a mind to leave him there yapping or shut him up yourself.
⥠After that day Hugo didnât exactly abandon his conviction about you not accepting your destiny.
⥠Just stopped when you threatened him about really getting annoyed.
⥠I guess it didnât matter how much he loved his belief of how people are supposed to live, at the end of the day he loved you more.
⥠So even if you annoyingly refused to follow your destiny, it didnât matter that much, cause he knew you were part of his.
A/N: First of all, can you tell I know nothing about soccer? It's still fun though. Second, thanks a lot @lifequixotics for the suggestion, (if you don't don't want to be tagged say it and I'll delete it) I caught up with the manga rather quickly, but then I couldn't get myself to write anything, hope you enjoy it, even though I feel like the ending was kinda lazy, thanks again âĄ. Third, but not less important, whoever read this I hope you have a wonderful day or night, drink water and don't stay up late writing stuff like me ><
Ft. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro.
A/N: Not proofread. No pronouns used for reader. Nagi added to the repertory! Even though he is not one of my favs. I wanted to write about something else, but in two days is my birthday! So you could say I felt a bit inspired to do this hehe.
â He definitely has a reminder of your birthday on his phone calendar, because he wouldnât allow or forgive himself if he ever forgets it.
â Would pretend he isn't waiting impatiently for midnight to arrive and fails miserably. Checking every few minutes once the clock is close to twelve. By âcloseâ I mean he starts this ritual with, like, four hours of anticipation.
â We all know he wants to be the number one striker in the world, but besides that, he also wants to be the number one in sending you a happy birthday.
â He treats it with the intensity he treats a match, using his metavision to calculate the best way in which he can ensure being the first.
â Thatâs why he is already writing a heartfelt message in your chat so he can have it ready by midnight. He just wants to make sure you feel appreciated on your birthday and know he thinks of you!
â Three minutes left. He uses them to double-check at least fiveâ no, ten times that he got the date right, looking at the day marked in his phone to make sure he isnât confusing days and ends up wishing you a happy birthday a day earlier or something like that.
â And when the clock hits twelve, his finger hits the send button!
â He stays in the chat trying to tell himself that he was being chill about it, but waiting impatiently to see if you answer.
â If you do answer, then heâll be all giddy about it. If you tell him he was indeed the first, then that would be all for him; he will be smiling to himself for the rest of the night while he talks to you about the plans he had made to spend the day with you, just to make your day special.
âIf you donât answer immediately, heâll feel the nerves eating him up, but he will understand that it is quite late. He would tell himself that itâs fine, that itâs cool, but the way he is glued to the phone the second you answer gives him away so easily. And then the cycle repeats.
â
Bachira Meguru
â He isnât subtle about it; he doesnât have the reminder of your birthday in his phone calendar, no. He puts a note with your birthday on the fridge, shamelessly, like it was some kind of national day and everyoneâs business.
â He also wants to be the first one. He takes it like a competition against everyone who may want to wish a happy birthday, friends, family, everyone!
â The excitement he has would have anyone thinking it was about his own birthday.
â His mom already knows how the events would unfold and that there was no chance for her to go to sleep early.
â When itâs getting close to midnight, he tries to do anything to fool himself into feeling the time passes faster, but it doesnât matter what he tries; youâre in his mind all the time.
â Once itâs time, heâs ready, watching the countdown as if it were the New Year.
â He isnât being subtle like Isagi. He goes straight to a video call with you, no hesitation. If you donât answer, then heâll just try again. If you don't answer, heâll try to reach through whoever you live with, sister, brother, mother, whoever. You still arenât sure when he got their numbers.
â Heâll wish you a happy birthday, tell you how much he adores you and about the plans for your day. All that while talking loudly, without holding back his excitement.
â If you donât stop him in time, then he may even start singing the happy birthday song, though he will probably try even if you do try to stop him.
â Not a hint of shame or embarrassment at the chance of his mother hearing him. Which she totally was, it was technically impossible not to.
â He tries to keep a secret what he got you for your birthday, but he canât contain his excitement and will accidentally let it slip eventually during your video call.
â If you werenât excited for your birthday, donât worry, Bachira has enough energy for the both of you!
â
Mikage Reoâ
â Now THIS is a whole other level of production. Donât ever think Reo would be nonchalant about anything that includes you.
â Once youâre with him, you won't ever dream about your birthday being just another day. If you wanted a low-profile, nonchalant and aloof boyfriend, then Iâm sorry, but you got it all wrong from the start.
â Why would the love of his life, his adoration, his treasure ever deserve anything less than the best of the best?
â Heâs been planning it with days of anticipation, revising every tiny detail to be perfect for when the time arrives.
â He would make sure to get everything to your liking. He is determined to show you how much he knows you, how much you mean to him, and to make you feel seen. No one will ever outshine you in your day, not on his guard.
â Even when he is spending time with Nagi, he will be going over the checklist again. At some point, he will start talking to himself when Nagi doesnât exactly contribute anything useful.
â Your birthday now is known and dreaded by all your neighbours who have to get up early the next day. All the complaints were redirected from you to Reo by Reo himself, but letâs be honest, who would really dare to complain against one of the Mikage?
â Thatâs why when the clock hits twelve, and you get a call from him, you already know what it means. A really excited and adoring Reo telling you to go out and receive your surprise, as he yaps about how itâs the least that you deserve.
â At the door, there was a serenade just for you, another person with an unnecessarily big bouquet of your favourite flowers, another with your favourite treats and sweets waiting for you, another delivery of each thing that you casually mentioned to be interested in the last weeks or months.
â You would think thatâs all, but itâs the initial surprise to congratulate, the real spoiling would start later in the day.
â Honestly, being with Reo will set your bar so high that it will make it impossible for anyone else to reach after that. But you donât have to worry about that, because you chose him. You wonât leave him, right?
â
Nagi Seishiro
â Going from Reo to Nagi is such⌠a drastic change.
â This guy wonât have your birthday in his phone calendar because he just wants to; he needs it.
â Before that, he had Reo to remind him. Reo was happy to help his friend with anything he needed, but he had his own dates to mind about, so he decided to put the reminder in Nagiâs phone instead.
â Itâs not that Nagi doesnât care, he does, really! He just doesnât see the point in doing something so elaborate that requires so much effort. He doesnât even get that excited for his own birthday.
â Though he knew it was important for you, and besides, he didnât want to get scolded by Reo again for being so lazy about something so important.
â When the reminder pops up on the screen of his phone while he is playing, he just hums softly.
â Maybe he isnât the most energetic guy about it, but he will make sure to let you know how important you are to him. Itâs not like itâs in his plans to make you feel forgotten on your own birthday.
â He would let the time pass without anxiety or waiting impatiently, just starting to check the time once itâs just one hour left.
â The thing is, he had planned on waiting, and he did. When midnight arrived, he was writing you a short but sweet enough message that, of course, he didnât send.
â He nodded off before pressing the send button.
â You would only realise when you go to check your chats and see his contact that says âwritingâŚâ. At first, you thought he was really going to send something. Then it kept for a while, which was already suspicious, and after a few minutes, you just sighed with a smile, having a good guess of what had happened.
â Later in the morning, when Nagi woke up, he didnât make a big deal about it, just blinking once at the screen before sending the message. No excuse, no embarrassment, nothing.
â Unlike the others, Nagi didnât have big and complicated plans. His plan was to spend the day with you, and he did.
â Your birthday actually gave him a good excuse to cling to your side the whole day, which he was perfectly content with. As long as you were happy and having fun, he would too.
N/A: I'm practically doing a speed run of the manga so I can write about characters like Ness and Hugo, in two days I read 80 chapters, so I'm sure that in two days more I'll be done reading the rest. What other characters would you like to read about? I already have in mind writing about Sae, Ness, Kaiser, Hugo, and I want to write about Rin too, but I'm not so sure of how.
A/N: So.. he's quite literally my profile picture so I couldn't leave him out, no? I love my boy Fern, I was so happy to see him in Fionna & Cake. The ending is something different of what I had in mind, but I wanted to try something different. I don't really know how to tag this, I just finished watching adventure time again and this idea popped in my head.
After all the chaos that had happened in the land of Land of Ooo, it was finally time for the inhabitants to get some peace. And yes, that included the newest addition among everyone, the mysterious grass being that looked like Finn, Fern.
Like everyone else, you knew Finn and Jake and were great friends with them. Considering you were one of the few other humans, it was to be expected; it was important to stay together now, especially with everything that was happening with Susan. Thatâs how you got to this point.
When you arrived at Finn and Jakeâs tree house, you first knocked at the door. When nobody answered, you let yourself in. It wasnât anything new; like, come on, that house received more visitors than Finn and Jake were even aware of.
Up the stairs, in the kitchen, you were met with a familiar figureâwell, almost; the resemblance was undeniable, but it wasnât Finn, it was Fern. Just like everyone else, it was not easy for you to form a clear idea of what to think of Fern, of what he was, of who he was. You werenât even sure he knew himself. You knew Finn didnât know, but he tried to be kind.
Standing in front of the open chest freezer, facing away from you, there he was, silently staring at whatever was inside with unmistakable intensity. Approaching from behind with curiosity and confusion, you looked over his shoulder and couldnât help but smile at the sight.
Those adorable Finn look-alike cupcakes were sitting there, with their tiny drawn smiles and characteristic bear hats.
âI didnât know it was time for Finn cupcakes,â you said, startling poor Fern as if taking him out of the trance he was in. He looked at you for a moment before going back to the cupcakes. Of course he knew you; you were there, in his Finnâs memories.
âYou should have one, Fern,â you said again as you reached to grab one, only to be stopped by a hand suddenly gripping your wrist. The grip was firm.
âOnly Finn can have Finn cupcakes,â he replied with something close to bitterness, but that wasnât all. There was something elseâuncertainty, maybe? Resentment?
âThen whatâs the problem? Youâreâ you know, a Finn?â
âA Finn?â he repeated. He was a Finn. That was so confusing, because even while accepting himself as Fern, he wasn't Finn. He used to be Finn, a human, Finn the Human, humans with youâ
A silence followed. What you said had landed badly; it didnât take a genius to realize that. An instant feeling of regret and guilt surged through you. Although it wasnât clear how to fix it, maybe it was easy to notice that it hadnât felt good for Fern, but it was something completely different to even try to understand the extent of his complicated feelings and inner conflict.
âFern, Iâm sorry, I meant thatââ Before you could even start trying to explain, he was gone. It wasnât clear when it happened. The only thing pulling you out of your thoughts was the soft breeze coming in from the open windowâof course, the roof of the tree house.
Looking down at the Finn cupcakes now almost stirred a bittersweet feeling inside you. The tiny smiley faces almost felt eerie. There had to be something you could do; it was odd to think that, just as he was someone ânewâ to you, you werenât new to him, but he was still your friend. With a sigh, you grabbed the lid and slammed it shut.
On the roof was Fern, looking up at the sky and letting himself fuse with the thick foliage of the big tree. It was easy, because he was made of grassâŚ
His brother, Jake, didnât recognize him. There was another version of himselfâor maybe he was another version of him? Even you didnât recognize him at first. Did you also call Finn a Finn, or was it just him? You used to be humans together. Could humans be made of grass?
How could someone accept being made of grass if they remembered being made of flesh and bones? It was hard to let go of the person you once were to accept your new self; but if he was Fern the Human, would you still like him like in his memories from when he was the Finn everyone knew?
All those pent-up feelings and frustrations ended with him clenching his fist and slamming it roughly against the roof. The tree shook, and a few birds flew away at the commotion. He breathed heavilyâwas that even breathing? With a sigh and closed eyes, he let himself be swallowed by the foliage of the tree house.
Later that same day, almost at night, Finn and Jake arrived at the tree house, exhausted but with the same lively energy as always, dropping whatever new treasure they had gotten from their adventure before going upstairs.
âBro, that was mathematical! I think I deserve a Finn cupcake after all that,â he exclaimed energetically as he walked toward the chest freezer, at which Jake perked up immediately.
âOhh, so weâre getting Finn cupcakes,â he said, already approaching Finn from behind with a mischievous smile. Of course, Finn was aware of what that meant and hurried to the chest freezer, standing in front of it.
âNo! You know the rules, Finn cupcakes are just for Finn,â he said while trying unsuccessfully to stop Jake from opening the lid and getting the Finn-like cupcakes. Jake, using his powers, stretched his arm to open the lid and made himself bigger to reach over Finn and grab one of the cupcakes.
His victorious smile was interrupted once he saw the contents inside, replaced by a confused expression.
âHey! What are these? Did you mess up the Finn cupcakes again?â he said, at which Finn, just as confused as him, was about to complain at the accusation and claim innocence, only to be cut off once he turned around and saw the contents inside the chest freezer.
Next to the classic Finn cupcakes there were some that varied in a subtle but at the same time obvious way. They had the same shape, the bear hat, that smiley face, but it wasnât a circle; it was more like a rhombus. The ears of the hat werenât as round as his, but the most important detailâit was green.
Finn, disconcerted, slowly reached to grab one of them while Jake looked closely with narrowed eyes.
âDoesnât this remind you ofââ of Fern. That's what he meant to say, before his eyes caught a note that fell back into the chest freezer.
âFern cupcakes. Just for Fern.â
He could recognize that handwriting anywhere, but why would youâ no, actually, why wouldnât you?
He smiled and placed the Fern cupcake back where it was.
âMaybe we should leave the Finn cupcakes for today. We ate enough apple pie at Tree Trunksâs anyway,â he said, closing the lid and earning a complaint from Jake.
âWhat? Are you sure?â
âYeah, I have a hunch itâll be better that way.â
A/N: In my free time I'm reading the Blue Lock manga and I'm watching Avatar The Last Airbender so I expect to have new characters to write about soon ><. Also it was weird writing Finn in English since I've only watched Adventure Time in Spanish, so I hope to have used his expressions right, like 'Mathematical!' Hehe.
How would Blue Lock boys react when discovering their girlfriend has natural talent for football.
Blue Lock Characters x Female Reader
A/N: "Blue Lock boys" but it's actually just Isagi, Bachira and Reo lol. I wanted to do more but I didn't have time. I never discard any possible mischaracterization. (Pictures not mine, I found them in Pinterest and they are so cute TT)
â It happened on a day like any other. Your boyfriend would want to spend time with you, but also use the chance to train, so what better option than just taking you along with him?
â After getting to a football field near his home, as usual you would sit on the sidelines and watch him practice, talking occasionally or sometimes just doing something to entertain yourself. Reading a book, scrolling on your phone, your choice!
â That was until you noticed a soccer ball stopping right in front of your feet.
â At first you thought he might've accidentally lost control of the ball, and you were about to just grab it with your hands and throw it back.
â That was, of course, until you looked up and saw him standing there, looking in your direction.
â Despite being slightly sweaty, heat practically radiating off him, yet still wearing that easy grin, eyes fixed on you with expectation.
â âDo you want to try? I can teach you, I promise it'll be fun.â He sounded excited, probably because of the chance of teaching you something he really likes, but also sheepish in part.
â âAre you sure? I can't even remember the last time I played.â You said jokingly (well, kinda) as you stood up and placed your things down on the grass.
â âCome on, it can't be that bad.â Isagi took your comment lightly with a small laugh before he encouraged you to try it.
â Feeling slightly motivated and just following the urge to see your pretty boyfriend smile, you decided to kick the ball towards him.
â Isagi naturally expected the ball to drift in another direction, so it was actually a surprise when it went in a straight line towards him.
â He stopped it effortlessly under his feet, okay, it was actually something simple, it meant nothing, right?
â That was until he started to really play with you. At first it was some passes, nothing crazyâ and then he tried to teach you some âtricksâ, simple tricks that should have took you at least a while.
â And then you got it on like the third try; he just stared at you like, âWho are you?â
â Then you looked up at him, smiling, expecting praise or a proud smile, only for your face to twist in confusion at the way he was looking at you.
â âWhat? I thought it was like that.â
â âIt is.â
â âThen what's the problem?â
â âYou justâ did it.â
â Isagi didn't know what was happening there; even with his metavision, he couldn't have possibly guessed that you would just⌠do it.
â Since that day he had become strangely more prone to talk about football around you, inviting you more often to join him in trainingâ even going as far as to do his own research about women's football.
â âDid you know that the women's football team still has openings for joining and starting training?â
â âUh⌠no?â
â âJust thought I'd let you know.â
â Suddenly it felt like he was trying to recruit you, and for a team that wasn't even his.
â If after a while you decided to give it a try, he would support you in every way he can.
â And if you decided that you definitely do not want to do it, of course he would respect your decision, but he would still invite you to join him when he trains.
â No matter your decision, you won't stop him from bragging about you from time to time.
Bachira Meguru
(I wanted to use yellow but it's not an option and I don't know how to get more colors TT)
â Bachira brings up the idea first in a very excited way because what is better than doing what you love most? Getting the person you love most by your side while doing it!
â So, when he finally had some time to spend with you, he dragged you to the nearest football field: just him, you, and his soccer ball. (And his monster, I guess.)
â When you two arrived, he didn't waste any time and immediately insisted on you playing with him.
â You didâand since you had never said anything or seemed confident about soccer, he decided to go easy on you.
â A mistake, because he didn't expect you to steal the ball from him mid-dribble, though in your defense, you looked just as surprised as he did.
â He smiled. He had just unlocked a new person to play football with, someone he didn't even realize he had by his side the whole time: you.
â His enthusiasm was definitely contagious.
â âWhy didnât you tell me you have a monster too?â
â âBecause I donât?â
â âCome on, no need to be shy. You already know mine.â
â Since that day, he insisted that you should follow what your monster saysâwhich apparently means playing football.
â He even starts a game where he tries to teach you new tricks and guesses how many attempts it will take you to master them.
â Anyways, no matter what you decide, you're now his permanent and favorite person to play football with in his free time.
Mikage Reo
â This was before Blue Lock. You went to watch Reoâs and Nagiâs football team practiceâwell, you actually went mainly for Reo, but would it really be Reo if it were something that didnât include Nagi?
â Anyways, you were watching from the sidelines, occasionally giving a thumbs-up with a smile whenever Reo would turn to look at you after scoring or making an amazing pass.
â Just the usual, nothing really worth mentioning.
â Until one of the players kicked the ball to make a passâa terrible pass.
â The ball flew towards you, and everything seemed to go wrong. Reo looked somewhere between horrified and concerned, and you could swear you even saw Nagiâs eyes open a fraction more than usual.
â And somehow, that wasnât the most surprising thing. Noâthe most surprising thing was when you saw the ball flying straight at you and caught it with your hands by pure reflex, like it was nothing, like that ball hadnât been kicked with a considerable amount of strength and speed.
â âUh⌠thatâs a throw-in or something, right? Iâll leave it here.â you said casually, dropping the ball on the white line and taking a few steps back.
â While the other players didnât pay much attention, Reo looked at you wide-eyed and fascinated, just like when he discovered Nagiâs natural talent for soccer.
â The coach had to yell at him to focus again, but once practice was finished, he rushed towards you.
â âDid you see what you did? Imagine if you were our teamâs goalie,â he said excitedly, earning an offended look from the teamâs actual goalie, which he completely ignored.
â One word from you, and he would be ready to spend his money making sure you got the best training, the best soccer gearâanything you needed, or even more than you needed.
â Despite you reminding him that girls didnât play on menâs teams, he didnât look worriedâhe was just like, âOh, Iâm sure I can do something about it.â Like, yeah, you canât, boy.
â He would understand if you didnât want any of those things, though. He understood the feeling of wanting to earn things through your own effort, but he would still insist from time to time that you should consider playing soccer.
A/N: Sorry if this is bad, you can tell that I started super inspired with Isagi and immediatly went down with Bachira xd. Anyways I gotta say this is not the work I'm proudest of, however I already did it and I wanted to post something. Also these 3 are of my favorites characters, and once I read more of the manga I'm aching to write something of Ness ><
Percy who's head over heels for his mortal girlfriend.
Percy Jackson x Mortal Female Reader
A/N: Maybe OOC? It's been a while since I read the books and I don't trust myself. It says female reader, but I dont make any specific implications of the reader being a girl, so if you can get pass the pronouns she/her it could work for anyone, enjoy c:
Percy, who once couldn't wait for the summer to arrive, now has a reason to eagerly await the time to go back to high school, that reason being you, his amazing, special one.
Percy, who wishes he could ask for blue cookies specifically made by you when he is in camp and itâs time for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, it doesn't matter. Maybe he can, but it would never be the same.
It doesn't matter what you give him, a bracelet, necklace, ring, even an anklet, literally anything, he would always use it or carry it with him, anywhere and anytime.
He will always, always, find a reason to mention you. Grover mentions he doesn't particularly like rabbits and Percy would be like, âOh, my girlfriend says they areâŚâ â literally nobody asked you boy. In a quest where they have no option but to sit and wait for a moment, he would go, âI bet that at this moment she isâŚâ
Yes, that's the reason that despite you never having gone to that camp once, everyone who has talked to Percy at least once knows your name, hell, maybe even the gods, at least Poseidon must.
Since he canât use a phone at camp, he would give you the number of his mom so you have a way to communicate with him through the summer, and of course, Sally didn't have a problem with it.
Him, who would sneak out of camp, not caring about the rules and getting punished if you told him you needed him to be there for you.
Percy, who carries with him a picture of you at camp or any quest like a man sent to war carrying a picture of his beloved. (It kinda feels like it sometimes.)
One thing is that he doesn't mess around when it's about you, he already made it clear enough that he has a girlfriend, so if anyone even tried to hit on him, the rejection would be immediate and firm.
Even though I find it difficult since no one from camp would really have met you, maybe Annabeth and Grover being the only exceptions, still, if anyone dared to say something slightly mean about you in camp or school, he would defend you like itâs his job and what he's made for.
Who, when he misses you, would start wondering to himself those typical cheesy things, âI wonder if sheâll be looking at the sky too at this moment.â
You who are lucky that you can't see through the Mist, otherwise you would be getting Irisâ messages every day and every chance he would get until he ran out of coins and started asking for more around camp.
Percy, who when summer ends and school starts, the first thing he does is go to find you to compensate for all the time away from you.
He asks about your vacations and listens intently to every detail like it was the most interesting thing he had ever heard about, despite his own summer being full of adventures, monsters, mythological creatures, etc.
Percy, who when you ask about his vacations always gets kinda nervous, he doesn't like lying to you, he hates it, so he tries to give you some kind of clean, monsters and gods version of his time in camp.
Percy, who doesn't want you to know about his demigod part because he wants to protect you and would do anything for it.
Percy, who knows that someday probably heâll have to tell you about his demigod part because he won't be able to withhold that information from you forever, and just waits for you to understand and stay at his side.
Despite that, he wonât try to force you to stay if you donât want to, but he definitely wonât let you go without fighting for what you two are together first.
More A/N: I tried to not mention anything specific so it could be more relatable I guess for anyone reading this. Also this is shorter than what I originally wanted to do, but I really don't have much time lately, college is killing me TT. This is probably not a great hour to post this either considering it's 3 a.m, though I had this really hyperfocus moment and I knew that if I didn't do it now then I wouldn't do it later.
Your girlfriend is so smart! And you... you're nice.
Annabeth Chase x Gender Neutral Reader (Cabin not specified)
A/N: A bit lazy gotta say. Not proof-read I think(? Maybe OOC? Choose any cabin you like, I didn't want to specify because I was feeling lazy. Intended for neutral gender, so sorry if there's any she/her pronouns for the reader, it wasn't on porpuse. Anyways, if you see this I hope you enjoy it. C:
⢠Annabeth Chase is a genius, everyone knows it, especially you, because you're her partner! Congrats to you.
⢠You've always been fine with the fact that she is way smarter than you; she is an Athena child after allâthe best one.
⢠Not that you were dumb, just... average.
⢠It was okay, you were great at other things; her field just wasn't your thing!
⢠She could outsmart you and, honestly, that was hot so great. She was also surprisingly patient and gentle when it came to explaining things you didn't understand.
⢠Always yapping about architecture and things, and you loved to watch and listen to her.
⢠It was a great combo.
⢠Being proud of it was easy; a smart and kindhearted girlfriend is something to be proud of, not something to feel bitter or insecure about.
⢠Not like you ever felt either of those bad feelings... well, maybe the latter.
⢠Because what happens when a new camper arrivesânot an Athena child, but still smart enough to keep up with any intellectual conversations and interests of Annabeth?
⢠At first, it wasn't an issue. Annabeth just found a person almost as smart as her to talk to, right?
⢠That was until she began to spend more time with them. You tried to join, not wanting to be left behind.
⢠That went downhill quickly when it was your turn to join the conversation and you realized you couldn't.
⢠You were listening to them talking, sitting next to Annabeth, the other camper sitting across from you both.
⢠The camper traced a line along the column shown in the picture in the book. âYou see how the Greeks perfected balance? The Doric order is so sturdy, almost severe.â
⢠Annabeth nodded. âTrue, but I prefer the elegance of the Ionic orderâthose scrolls feel more refined.â
⢠The camper turned to you, who had barely spoken during the whole conversation. âWhat do you think?â
⢠Clearing your throat, you tried to think of something, looking at the picture and reading what was written around it to come up with something on the spot.
⢠Annabeth looked at you, concerned, knowing you wouldn't know about it, but giving you some time to speak for yourself if you wanted.
⢠âAh, yes⌠Iâve always believed the, uh⌠spiral tops really capture the⌠structural vibes of ancient philosophy.â
⢠At the vague answer, the camper looked ready to question you further; however, luckily, Annabeth intervened, changing the focus to herself and giving an actually smart answer.
⢠That was the point where you felt like, if you wanted to keep Annabeth, you had to be smarter. You couldn't be this clueless if you were dating her, right?
⢠That's how you started to study in secret. To 'borrow' some of your girlfriendâs old books about architecture. To excuse yourself by saying you wanted to spend some time alone or that you weren't feeling wellânot at all to study those books that sometimes felt like you were reading some ancient language (not Greek, though).
⢠Annabeth noticedâof course she noticed, like you could ever fool her. Despite her attempts to make you talk to her, you remained strangely stubborn this time, which was even weirder.
⢠She tried to think if she had ever done anything to annoy you, but nothing came to mind.
⢠She didn't keep nagging about it, although that didn't mean she would just forget it.
⢠Something about you was off.
⢠Then, when it was a normal afternoon like any other, it happened.
⢠Again, same as last time, you were sitting next to Annabeth, that annoying but oblivious camper sitting across from you both.
⢠The camper gestured at the sketch that had been the focus of the conversation. âSo, about the proportions againâin my opinionââ
⢠That's when you decided to just drop the new information your brain had managed to keep, adjusting your posture.
⢠âWell, actually, the Parthenon uses a subtle curvature called entasisâthe columns arenât perfectly straight; they swell slightly to correct optical illusions.â
⢠Annabeth blinked, as if she had witnessed something even weirder than Percy willingly doing anything with Clarisse, or Percy going a week without blowing something up, or the gods solving a problem by themselves without forcing their kids to do itâ
⢠She was almost impressed. Almost.
⢠âThatâs⌠surprisingly accurate. How does that compare to later temples?â
⢠The pride you felt for yourself died quickly.
⢠You froze.
⢠Why was this damn camper always asking more questions?
⢠The explanation came out between stuttered words as your eyes looked at the sketch, as if it would tell you all the answers if you looked at it at the right angle.
⢠"Uhmâif you excuse me a moment, I need to use the bathroom."
⢠Quickly you got up and made your way to the camp bathrooms, though when you thought they had stopped looking, you made a quick detour to your cabin.
⢠As Annabeth's partner, you had to be smart. Although more importantly, you needed answers, and you would get them.
⢠Of course, the camper may have fallen for that, but Annabeth didn't. Did you think she would take her eyes off you so easily? You're wrong.
⢠Her eyes remained on you until you were out of sight.
⢠It didn't take long before she excused herself.
⢠Just as you were crouching next to your bunk bed, flipping through the pages of the book as if the destiny of the world depended on you finding the answer, you saw a shadow hovering over you.
⢠Ready to shoo away the intruder, assuming it was just one of your siblings, you turned your head to face them, only to be taken aback at seeing that it was none other than your girlfriend.
⢠It made you almost let out a sigh of relief, until you realized that was even worse.
⢠Annabeth didn't look madâat least you thought soâbut she was definitely confused.
⢠Her stormy gray eyes moved from you to the book in your hands.
⢠You hurried to give an explanation as you stumbled back to your feet, kicking the book under the bunk bed with your heel.
⢠"Ann, what are you doing here? I mean, weren't you with them?"
⢠Her gaze made you want to shrink in place.
⢠"Was I? You want to explain why you have my book?"
⢠"Your book? Pffâno, that's... my journal."
⢠Annabeth raised her eyebrows, a bit surprisedâsurprised that you still had the audacity to try to lie to her after all this time.
⢠"Since when?"
⢠"Since when what?"
⢠"Since when do you keep a journal?"
⢠"Well, aâa while."
⢠"Oh yeah? Can I see it?" She said, already preparing to kneel down and reach for the book under the bunk bed where you kicked it.
⢠That did it.
⢠The lie cracked instantly.
⢠"Wait, no!" As if lying to her wasn't enough reason to be nervous, you panicked and quickly stopped her, stepping right in front of her and placing your hands on her shoulders to keep her on her feet.
⢠"It's your book, I took it, sorry. I was planning on giving it back!"
⢠Annabeth wished that made things clearer, but all it did was make her more confused. Since when did you care about architecture? If it wasn't for her, obviously.
⢠"That's notâwell, yes, I want it back."
⢠She shook her head, that was not what mattered.
⢠"That's not the point. Why are you reading that?"
⢠Lying was pointless and you knew it. You didn't have many options, but admitting what you were doing made you feel strangely bashful and embarrassed.
⢠How do you tell your genius girlfriend that you were trying to be smarter for her?
⢠"IâI⌠that new camper is so smart, and you talk a lot with them. I wanted to be smarter, so you wouldn't stop finding me interesting, or realize you can do better than me." You stuttered shyly, taking your hands off her.
⢠Silence.
⢠Not immediate reassurance, but definitely not instant dismissal.
⢠Just silence.
⢠Annabeth blinked, like she needed a second to process that
⢠So this is what all of this was about? She didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended, because what had she ever done to make you feel this way?
⢠"What? You don't need to be smarter for me, why would you think that?" She said, taking your hands in hers instead.
⢠"Well, you're obviously super smart, and they are too. It wouldn't be a surprise if you decided they were better."
⢠Something in her expression softened.
⢠Not because she agreed.
⢠Because she understood where it came from. You were feeling insecure, but she didn't think that you needed to be 'smarter.'
⢠"Oh, I may have gotten into conversations with them a little too much. It's just exciting to talk about architecture with someone else." She squeezed your hands affectionately.
⢠It wasn't meant for this to happen. You were usually so confident in yourself.
⢠"I don't need you to be 'smarter' or know a lot about architecture or be an expert in Greek mythology or whateverâthat's not you. I like you just how you are."
⢠"Butâ"
⢠"No buts. You don't need to do any of this, you hear me? You already have me." She said, cupping your face in her hands, gently but firmly holding you in place.
⢠Those words landed. They really did.
⢠Her voice was firm, leaving no room for hesitation. You looked at her and nodded hesitantly. That was rightâshe never really made you feel less for any of this.
⢠"You sure? I can learn more things, I swear." Your words sounded slightly muffled by her hands, but still understandable.
⢠"Yes, I'm sure. You don't need to do any of that, and if you want to learn more stuff, I want you to do it for yourself, not for me. You don't need to do it alone either."
⢠That eased something in your chest you hadnât even realized was tight.
⢠You nodded. This time, it felt real.
⢠She wouldn't say it if she didn't mean itâshe didn't say things just to please people.
⢠"So youâ" You stopped talking to take her wrists gently and move her hands away from your face so you could speak properly.
⢠"So you won't think they're better because they're smarter?"
⢠"Never." She said with determination, looking you in the eyes.
⢠There was such intensity that a moment of silence passed before the two of you let out a small laugh.
⢠"I was thinking of stopping hanging out with them anyway; they always contradict me, thinking they're smarter than me. They're not."
⢠"Wow, how dare them?"
⢠The words came out with humor at what she snorted.
More A/N!: I don't know what the word count is for, but it looks kinda cool. I gotta say it's been a while since I read the books and I never really read them all, but this idea got stuck to my head and I had to do it with my girl Annabeth. I feel so embarrassed posting, but it would've been a shame if I left it in my notes, lol.
I did this thinking about situationships like the ones of Rigby and Ailyn from Regular Show, Penny and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory, and Amy and Jake from Brooklyn 99. I just love them so much. Hope I capture the vibe correctly.
You get along now, great, can you go back to him now?
Mikage Reo x Gender Neutral Reader
A/N: The tittle its self explanatory, I think. English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes. I don't discard possible mischaracterization, I don't know, enjoy. I saw everyone make this headers and I wanted to try, looks so cute. I intended to make gender neutral reader, so I apologize if in any moment of the story I used she/her pronouns.
You wouldâve expected that, when being Mikage Reoâs partner, the biggest obstacle would be the pressure, the attention you would attract from peopleâeven the media. However, it was a surprise when it was none of that. Who wouldâve said it was his best friend?
Girl best friend? Not even thatâjust Seishiro Nagi.
What did he do to make your life as Reoâs lover complicated? Absolutely nothing. That was the worst part. That lazy ass did nothing, and still was there all the timeâevery date, every hangoutâjust existing next to Reo, because Reo wanted it that way.
You wanted to hold hands with Reo on a walk? Too badâhis hands were busy carrying Nagi everywhere.
âI would like to hold hands...â
âOh, thatâs cute, sweetheart. Me too.â
He totally could, but he chose to hold Nagi.
...
Despite that, as attentive as always, Reo took notice of your growing uneasiness. He couldnât understand why, though, so he assumed Nagiâs presence made you uncomfortable⌠because you didnât understand him the way he did! Yeah, that must be it. You just needed to get closer to his best friendâthere was no way that could go wrong.
So, with a clear mission, he invited you both to his place for a hangout, like alwaysâexcept this time it was specifically to give you and Nagi a moment to bond, befriend each other, and get used to each other, because he needed it.
Thatâs how the three of you ended up in his room. You sat on the edge of the bed, while Nagi sat on a puff on the floor close to it. And Reo? He made some excuse to leave you two aloneâsomething about taking a callâleaving quickly so neither you nor Nagi could question it.
Soon enough, it was just you, Nagi, and an awkward silence. Well, awkward for you. Nagi didnât seem fazed at all, absorbed in the screen of his phone. You looked around, trying to look anywhere but at him. It didnât last long, thoughâyou eventually had to look at the white-haired guy in the room with you, your gaze moving from his unbothered face to his phone, trying to get a peek at what he was doing. Because what else was there to do? And this would make your boyfriend happy, no?
â...â
â...â
âIs that the new game everyoneâs talking about?â
At the question, Nagi lifted his gaze from the screen to you for just a second before going back to his phone as he nodded.
âDo you play it too?â
That was enough for your closeted gamer soul to come to light and engage with Nagi in a conversation about the game. You didnât even notice when you moved to sit next to him on the floor and took out your phone to open the game and share your user.
When Reo came back, he expected to find the two of you just how he left you. It wasnât like that, to his surprise. You were both engrossed in your phones, but sitting next to each other. It didnât take a genius to realize what was happeningâjust a quick glance at your screens was enough to understand the situation. You were both playing the same game, together.
Reo could feel how happiness and pride in himself and his great plan filled his chest. This was exactly what he wantedâthe two most important people in his life getting along, not only coexisting, but actually hanging out.
With a smile, very confident in himself, he went to sit next to you on the floor. He could get used to this.
âSeems like youâre having fun. Want to go out now?â
âMmh? Sure, give me a minute.â
â...â
â..â
â.â
So he waited⌠and waited⌠and waited some more.
What the hell was happening? Sometimes you could get distracted, but never like this. He tried again, but he didnât get any more satisfying answerânot from you, much less from Nagi. Okay, maybe it was just this time. You and his best friend had just started to hang out, to get alongâit would go back to normal, right? He just had to give you both some time. That was all.
It did not, in fact, go back to normal. You and Nagi had actually started to hang out more. Now, every time Reo brought him along, it wasnât an inconvenience for youâyou actually spent time with him. Sometimes you even played online with him in your free time. You were actually friends. It was what Reo had wanted anyway, right?
Reo noticed, and told himself it was what he wanted. Still, he couldnât help but feel left out. You and Nagi were friends and understood each otherâbut why did he feel this ugly feeling when you didnât try to hold his hand anymore because you were too busy playing a game on your phone with Nagi? When you told him you had been playing online with Nagi instead of trying to reach for him? Getting along with Nagi like he was your best friend too?
He didnât want to accept it, but maybe⌠he was jealous.
Thatâs how, after so long, he ended up planning an outing for just you and himâno Nagi around. And of course, you noticed.
You arrived at the place and saw him there waitingâalways early. Those kinds of things made you smile as you approached him. Though your expression turned a little confused when you saw your boyfriend alone, without the tall white-haired guy who was always at his side. He picked up on that quickly and made an excuse.
âOh, he said his head hurt and didnât want to come today, though Iâm sure it was just an excuse.â He said it with a faint hint of humor. It wasnât trueâhe had used all his willpower to arrange this outing without telling his best friend. You noticed something was off, but in favor of finally having a date alone with your boyfriend, you just nodded and accepted it.
Eventually, you arrived at a nice cafĂŠ to have breakfast. It was cozy and warm, and everything on the menu seemed too cute to eat. You both took a seat at a table, ordered, and waited for the food.
âIâm surprised to see you without Nagi.â
âOh please, itâs not that weirdâyouâre exaggerating.â
He answered quickly, with a feigned laughâalmost too quickly. It made you raise your eyebrows slightly, but you let it slip⌠this time.
Eventually, your order arrived and you started eating. The silence was strange. Usually, Reo would have something to sayâabout anythingâbut he didnât, so you had to.
âYou know? Iâm surprised Nagi can do well in training when he stays up playing games so late. Last night we wereââ
You kept going, but eventually stopped when you noticed your boyfriendâs usually patient expression twitch slightly.
âIs everything okayâŚ?â
âYeah, of course. Everythingâs fine.â
Again, too quickly. Impatient. It made your eyebrows shoot up this time, and you frowned slightly.
âReo, whatâsââ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âI didnât say anything yetââ
You answered, confused. What was this about? He was clearly bothered about something and didnât want to say what. So you didnât let him off the hook this time. You stared at him. Your sweet boyfriend could be stubborn when he wanted, but you knew he would fold under your gazeâand he did, as expected.
âI justâ youâre spending too much time with Nagi. More than with me...â
You almost scoffed at thatâhe was one to talkâbut you knew he didnât have bad intentions. And seeing his sheepish, slightly flustered expression made you soften.
You thought about it. You had been spending a lot of time with Nagi⌠right. But it was to make him happy, wasnât it?
âBut I thought that was what you wanted.â
âYesâbut not like this. Itâs just⌠you donât have to spend that much time with him.â
He protested, looking down at the food in front of him. He didnât want to look at you. This was what he wanted, right? He caused thisâbut still felt bad.
You quickly understood what was happening. You had to admit, it was quite cuteâMikage Reo himself, jealous. You always thought it would be the other way around, but here you were.
âSo this whole date was just to tell me youâre jealous?â
âIâm not.â
âReoââ
âWell⌠maybe.â
You sighed softly, a small smile on your face. Sometimes he really was something.
âYou know I only love you, not Nagi.â
Reo looked up at your words, but it still wasnât enough. Who wouldâve expected his own actions to come back and bite him?
âI like having dates like thisâwith just you, not the polar bear included, you know?â
âWait, you donât have to stop spending time with Nagi just because of me. If youâre friends, thenââ
âWe are friends, but I still prefer spending time with you.â
That was it. He took in your words, and it was enough for him to regain his usual confidence, a grin forming on his faceâor at least he tried. He still felt a little bad for the mess he made.
âThen I promise weâll have more dates like this one.â
âI would love that.â
âJust you and me.â He said confidently, like someone who had just discovered the secret to happinessâhe might as well have. âAnd Nagi, occasionally.â
Old habits die hard. You couldnât help but laugh, thoughâthat was fine with you.
A/N: I probably won't make more of these and leave it as an unfinished project as everything I do, it was fun anyways. I never post anything on internet, kinda nervous, I'll probably delete it soon.
