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isagi and rin are doing some sponsored stream together. they've already been arguing for 40 minutes. the sponsor is probably crying.
rin is being particularly annoying that day. every answer is somehow an insult. every sentence is somehow directed at isagi.
finally rin goes: "you only look smart because everyone around you is stupid."
chat collectively goes: ooooooooh.
isagi doesn't even blink. or hesitate. or think.
he immediately replies: "and somehow you still can't keep up. am i stuck in your head 25/8? is that what’s making you stupid?"
silence. complete silence.
rin is acting like someone unplugged him.
the chat notices before isagi does. because rin… has no comeback. none. nein. zero. he just stares.
the clip zooms in on his face. people genuinely think the stream lagged.
isagi finally notices. "... did i kill him?"
the chat explodes.
RIN SPEECHLESS COMPILATION WHEN???
HE FINALLY MET HIS MATCH.
ISAGI WON THE ARGUMENT. THE PROPHECY IS TRUE.
to this day, people still use the clip as a reaction meme.
itoshi rin – i know dada
rin is streaming alone. mistake #1.
someone donates and asks: "how does it feel knowing all the comments on your 18th birthday post say 'dada'?"
rin looks disgusted. "what the hell are you talking about?"
chat starts spamming.
CHECK THE POST.
GO LOOK.
PLEASE.
rin, unfortunately, checks. he opens his recent birthday post. and then… you can literally watch the life leave his eyes.
because the comments are exactly what chat said. no congratulations. no happy birthday. not even anything related to soccer. just thousands upon thousands of:
dada
happy birthday dada
good morning dada
i love you dada
father
are you single?
rin scrolls. it gets worse. he scrolls again. it somehow gets EVEN WORSE.
the entire stream watches him process this information in real time.
"what is wrong with you people?"
more comments appear like: HE SAID SOMETHING. DADA SPOKE.
rin almost drops his phone. "stop saying that."
YES DADA.
"i'm blocking all of you."
OUR DADA WOULD NEVER.
he ends the stream early.
the clip reaches every social media platform imaginable.
for months afterward, every post he makes gets flooded with "dada."
he never truly recovers.
itoshi sae – the triplets curse
sae is streaming. rin appears because i enjoy their suffering. the brothers are already arguing.
then chat starts asking weird questions.
one comment says: "sae would be a terrible dad."
sae shrugs. "probably."
rin immediately says, "don't worry. you'll find out."
sae narrows his eyes. "what?"
rin deadpans. "i curse you with triplets."
the reaction is instant and violent. sae's entire nonchalant persona evaporates.
"TAKE THAT BACK."
chat loses it. this is the first genuine panic they've ever heard from him.
"take what back?"
"WHAT ELSE? THE TRIPLETS."
rin starts laughing. actually laughing. which is somehow rarer.
sae is horrified. "why would you say that?"
"because it's funny."
"IT'S NOT FUNNY."
"it is."
"RIN."
chat is crying.
sae spends the next ten minutes trying to negotiate with him. "you don't even know how curses work."
"doesn't matter."
"undo it."
"no."
"UNDO. IT."
people clip the entire conversation.
everyone becomes obsessed with the fact that triplets specifically was what broke him. now they know his biggest fear.
nagi seishiro – sleep talking
nagi is streaming. but this time, he's exhausted.
he's laying on his bed playing a game. half answering chat. half asleep. eventually he says: "i'm not tired."
five minutes later, he's knocked out. completely unconscious. controller still in his hand.
chat thinks it's hilarious. they start taking screenshots. making memes. the usual.
until nagi starts talking in his sleep.
and chat immediately shuts up.
because the first thing he says is: "... don't take my fries…”
a pause.
then: "... that's my pillow..."
another pause.
then: "... pretty..."
chat loses it.
WHO IS PRETTY.
NAGI WAKE UP.
WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT.
nagi continues eeping, completely unaware.
then comes the line that gets clipped everywhere. a small sleepy smile appears on his face. and he mumbles: "... wanna marry ‘em..."
the chat explodes so violently that it probably registered as a natural disaster.
EXCUSE ME????
WHO IS THEM????
WHO IS GETTING PROPOSED TO????
NAGI SEISHIRO ANSWER THE QUESTION.
he sleeps through the entire thing for another 20 minutes.
the stream ends automatically. but the clip gets millions of views.
nagi wakes up the next day to discover the internet believes he's secretly in love.
his response? "... that's troublesome."
which doesn’t make it any better at all.
mikage reo – “my boyfriend–”
reo and nagi are doing a chill gaming stream together. nothing unusual. reo is carrying the entire stream organization on his back as always while nagi is physically present, but spiritually loading at maybe 3%.
everything is normal until reo says: "guys, give nagi a second. my boyfrie–"
he freezes.
the chat freezes.
nagi looks up from his phone for the first time in 15 minutes.
"your what…?"
reo's soul leaves his body.
"BEST FRIEND. I SAID BEST FRIEND."
the chat instantly clocks out of reality.
MY BOYFRIEND?????
REO EXPOSED???
CLIP IT. CLIP IT. CLIP IT.
HE DID NOT STUTTER.
reo is sweating. nagi is staring at him.
"you looked pretty confident the first time."
"nagi, please."
"you've called me worse."
"WE’RE STILL LIVE."
the clip gets 30 million views.
the comments become a war zone. half the internet is convinced they secretly got married. the other half is convinced reo accidentally leaked a 10-year situationship.
nagi likes exactly one edit of the clip.
reo nearly passes away. his PR team is working overtime.
bachira meguru – he’s actually REALLY good at karaoke???
bachira starts the stream because chat convinced him to do karaoke.
everyone expects disaster. because… bachira is bachira.
people are expecting him to scream lyrics, forget words halfway through, start beatboxing for no reason, maybe get distracted by a fly. normal bachira behavior.
instead… he starts singing. “dangerous woman” by ariana grande.
and the entire chat blows up. because he's actually insane. like genuinely good. UNFAIRLY good. where did this come from???
the comments go from joking around to:
WAIT.
HOLD ON.
WHY IS HE GOOD???
DAMN I NEED A MONSTER TOO.
bachira's completely oblivious. he's just having a good time.
and the chat is just having a collective identity crisis.
then the real viral moment happens. someone donates: "bet you can't sing a heartbreak song seriously."
bachira shrugs. "bet."
big mistake. he picks “my all” by mariah carey.
suddenly, this man starts singing like he just got divorced, lost custody of the kids, got fired, and watched his dog leave him all in the same week.
chat is STUNNED.
where did these vocals come from???
why is there emotion???
do i need to text my ex– (a/n: pls don’t.)
people start clipping it.
football fans who have never voluntarily listened to music before are posting: "oh so he’d DESTROY me in soccer AND karaoke."
the clip reaches non-blue lock fans. then non-football fans. then random music communities.
eventually, the comments become:
wrong career.
put him in a studio immediately!!!
he should be an IDOL.
bachira spends the next week confused because everyone keeps asking him for an album.
shidou ryusei – his search history
shidou is streaming. which is already a public safety concern.
he's answering questions, being loud, being annoying, being shidou.
then someone asks him to pull up a video... and he ends up clicking the search bar by accident.
now the entire stream can see his recent searches.
the first one is: "how to take a shit at someone else's house.”
chat immediately folds.
WHAT?
shidou squints at the screen. "what's so funny?"
THAT'S YOUR FIRST SEARCH.
"okay? sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."
the chat somehow laughs harder.
then more searches appear.
"metallica concerts near me"
"deftones concerts near me"
"can you survive on energy drinks alone"
"how loud is too loud for headphones"
all of these are pretty normal for shidou.
then he scrolls. and that's when things go downhill. fast.
"is sae itoshi gay?”
chat explodes so hard it practically crashes.
SHIDOU????????
WHY WERE YOU GOOGLING THAT????
DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US.
shidou stares. realizes what everyone is looking at. and instead of being embarrassed? he doubles down.
"what? i was curious."
"CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT?" chat screams.
"the answer."
the donations start flooding in.
ASKING FOR A FRIEND???
SHIDOU WE NEED CONTEXT.
WHY DID YOU NEED THIS INFORMATION.
he refuses to elaborate.
then another search gets spotted: "how to tell if someone is ignoring your texts on purpose.”
the entire stream loses consciousness. now the timeline is becoming clear.
the comments are moving so fast they're unreadable and shidou most definitely can’t keep up.
"stop reading into things,” he says. (which is exactly what someone says when people should absolutely be reading into things.)
the clip goes viral within hours. the internet spends weeks creating theories.
and somewhere out there, sae discovers the clip.
the livestream mysteriously disappears less than two hours later.
karasu tabito – spilling all the tea
karasu starts the stream with one objective: talk football. that's it. football. simple. easy.
except chat starts asking questions.
and unfortunately, karasu knows everything.
who's dating who. who hates who. who got into arguments. who got kicked out of restaurants. who almost got arrested. he knows ALL of it.
so someone asks: "who's the biggest diva in blue lock?"
karasu immediately answers. "reo." without hesitation.
reo starts texting him before the sentence is even finished.
then another question. "who causes the most problems?"
"shidou." easy.
another. "who takes the longest getting ready?"
"aryu. next."
another. "who's most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?"
"not nagi."
chat is loving this. karasu is having the time of his life.
then he gets too comfortable. way too comfortable. cuz now he's telling stories. real stories.
"one time rin and isagi argued for 30 minutes over the different types of milk. gosh, i wanted to kill them both."
chat explodes.
"one time, sae hung up on rin six times in a row."
more screaming.
"one time, kaiser spent 15 minutes searchin’ for a mirror."
absolute chaos. his viewer count doubles. triples. quadruples. people are treating the stream like classified government documents.
eventually, his phone starts vibrating nonstop. messages. calls. threats (probably).
karasu glances down. "... oh."
chat knows. they immediately know. people are spamming: "who texted you?"
karasu smiles. "the people i just talked about."
the clip ends there because the stream mysteriously cuts off 10 seconds later.
nobody knows whether it was internet issues or whether multiple blue lock players collectively decided to hunt him for sport.
kaiser michael – ragebaiting men for sport
kaiser starts the stream feeling fantastic. confident. beautiful. untouchable.
the chat immediately senses weakness.
it starts with one comment: "do you ever wish you were athletic?"
kaiser laughs. "that's funny." he moves on.
another comment appears: "what's the first thing you'd do if you were tall?"
a pause. a small pause. the smile twitches. "i am tall."
chat smells blood. the questions start multiplying.
"when did you stop working out?"
"what's it like being an upcoming player?"
"have you ever considered soccer?"
"do you think you could beat isagi in a match?"
that last one almost kills him.
ness, sitting next to him, immediately realizes what's happening. "kaiser."
"what."
"they're baiting you."
"they're not baiting me. they're stupid."
the chat absolutely erupts because now they know it works.
"what inspired you to pursue a career outside of sports?"
"OUTSIDE OF–"
kaiser sits upright so fast he nearly launches himself out of frame. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN."
ness is trying not to laugh, which is difficult since kaiser is getting genuinely upset.
another comment appears: "you have really good genetics. have you ever thought about becoming an athlete?"
"NESS."
"yes?"
"BAN THEM."
"there's 40,000 people saying it–”
"BAN ALL OF THEM."
chat is crying. then the final blow arrives. the strongest ragebait ever created.
"what was it like watching isagi yoichi become the face of soccer?"
kaiser’s smile disappears. the room temperature drops. ness immediately starts sweating.
"okay." kaiser cracks his knuckles. "okay."
"kaiser."
"okay."
"kaiser, don't."
for the next five minutes, he delivers the most passionate, unprompted, statistically sourced presentation mankind has ever witnessed. pulling up rankings. goals. awards. match footage. charts. receipts. evidence.
he is fighting for his life.
meanwhile, chat is spamming:
HE FELL FOR IT.
HE'S STILL GOING.
NOBODY ASKED FOR A POWERPOINT.
THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER.
the clip ends with ness quietly reading one final donation: "thank you for answering my question, aspiring athlete."
kaiser disconnects the stream instantly. the screen goes black.
every single clip posted from this livestream gets millions of views within a day.
ness alexis – only cuz you’re here 🥺
ness starts a perfectly normal stream where he's talking about football, answering questions, and acting relatively sane.
then suddenly someone in chat starts spamming: MAMA A KAISER BEHIND YOU.
ness turns around. and there he is. kaiser. literally just walking through the room. nothing special. not even looking at the camera.
ness immediately transforms into a middle school fangirl meeting her celebrity crush.
"KAISER!!” his voice goes up like three octaves.
kaiser doesn't even stop walking. "hey, ness."
ness starts smiling so hard his face looks painful. "guys, did you hear that? he said hey. HE SAID HEY. TO ME."
chat is losing consciousness.
every single time kaiser appears, the exact same thing happens.
one stream has kaiser walk into frame three separate times. all three times ness reacts like it's the second coming.
eventually the comments start rating his reactions.
kaiser appearance #1: 8/10 blush.
kaiser appearance #2: screaming.
kaiser appearance #3: heartbeat visibly increased to cardiac arrest levels.
the final viral clip is kaiser asking: "why are you smiling like that?"
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is shy around you, sukuna’s gf
“behave, brat. don’t crawl all over her when she’s here.” ryomen looks at an excited yuji, who’s bouncing off the walls in the living room.
“i’m excited! i wanna see her, i wanna see her! when’s she coming over?” he shouts, referring to you, his older brother’s girlfriend.
right as yuji asks, the doorbell rings, and he runs while shouting, “she’s here, she’s—“
on the porch, you hear muffled yelling inside from a high-pitched voice, most likely from sukuna’s little brother yuji. quietly, you tap your floor against the wood and hum to yourself, when the door opens with a click.
and the picture is a sight to see. sukuna’s hand lies on the door handle, and the other on a pink tuft of hair belonging to little yuji.
the boy’s cheeks pinken as you look at him and crouch down to his level, “hi there, i’m your brother’s girlfriend! i’ve heard a lot about you, you’re yuji, right?”
his eyes widen and he nods, “i’m… i’m yuji…” his voice quieter than usual.
ryomen’s eyebrow raises in confusion. normally his brother would be running around and asking guests questions, especially when first getting to know them, but he’s acting different.
but when his thoughts gather, and the thought renders in his mind, he scoffs with a smile and ruffles yuji’s hair.
the rest of the time is filled with you asking yuji questions as he shyly answers and hides behind sukuna, but occasionally he’ll peek out from behind and look at you with big, curious eyes.
and eventually, he puts a hand over his mouth to cover it, to try and whisper to sukuna, “she’s too pretty for you…”
sukuna’s head whips around, “what?!” as you cackle at the boy’s audacity, then he turns to you, “and what are you laughing at?!”
“it’s true though! she’s pretty and funny, and you’re… you’re big and mean!” yuji’s eyebrows furrow with determination, and sukuna rolls his eyes and lightly flicks his forehead, “i’m better!” he says while his hand cups his forehead.
“i’m an amazing boyfriend to her, brat.” sukuna pokes at his brother’s chubby cheeks, trying to aggravate him more.
you smile, “you are.”
the room becomes quieter, and ryomen places a small, soft kiss on your lips. his hand reaches out to yours and he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
but yuji crawls across his lap, onto yours. he rests his head on your shoulder, unpleased with how little attention he’s getting.
your eyes widen as it’s a switch from how he’s been acting for most of your visit, but you give in and rub your hand down his small back, and he wraps his tiny arms around your neck.
you don’t see the small smirk he sends to sukuna, and how his tongue sticks out as his eyebrows furrow.
sukuna notices.
gosh, yuji’s such a brat.
thought this was cute soo yeah
yuji’s really young so maybe a kindergartener and has a cute little crush on reader! sukuna catches it but obvi reader does not reciprocate yuji’s feelings, ryo’s her bf :)
figured i list out all the confirmed heights in twst so far in one post (also listed in feet + inches) for my own reference and if anyone else finds it useful 👍
As a Quino fan I am appalled at the lack of Quino x reader fanfics, I will be correcting this grievous error immediately(in the next few weeks bc finals.)
ᝰ.ᐟ even if he doesn't exude this energy to outsiders, you're happy to know that your boyfriend is the biggest simp around when it comes to you. or: the cute things he'll do for you. (fem!reader)
featuring yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, rensuke kunigami
content contains hotel bathroom sinks designed by a man, slight jealousy (reo is the jealous boyfriend), height differences (nagi + kunigami + rin are described as taller), wearing his clothes + clothes is described to be oversized on you (nagi), called a simp by his teammates (kunigami), clingy bf (yoichi <3)
author's notes hq version coming soon!!! i just wanted to write something soft n fluffy for once <3
౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI — goes viral on tiktok when the two of you go on vacation to celebrate your second year anniversary. you're recording yourself from the bathroom of the private villa he rented out for the two of you, and you originally wanted to record what an absolute joke the sink is. there is literally no counter space. nowhere to place any of your makeup or skincare products. yoichi interupts the video unknowingly, knocking softly and asking if he can come in. he doesn't realize you're filming, and it's entirely genuine when he asks, "is everything okay? you sounded frustrated? did you need help opening something?" you laugh before explaining the situation, and he's silent for all but one second before he goes, "oh! i'll just hold your makeup bag, and i'll hand you the stuff when you need it." (poor yoichi means well, but he's standing there for over an hour as you laugh at him when he can't tell the difference between a tube of lipgloss and liquid blush. the look of concentration on his face as he nods intently while you explain what each product is for is absolutely adorable; it's the same concentrated look he gets when he's reviewing game footage, meaning he's taking this seriously for you.) he's also the type that loves to follow you around. it's a common joke for his fans to comment "walk him like a dog, sis!" on any candid photos of you + yoichi because he is almost always holding your hand while trailing behind you. he's like your shadow as he follows you around different stores in the mall, and even when you tell him he can just sit down with the other boyfriends while you just try on some clothes, he refuses to leave your side. tries to follow you to the dressing room, and gets all pouty when he realizes he's not allowed in. makes you walk outside the dressing room with the new outfits on so he can rate them (he is incredibly biased and believes everything looks good on you and forces you to bring everything to the cashier so he can swipe his card to get it for you <3)
౨ৎ REO MIKAGE — cannot handle anyone else taking up large chunks of your time, especially when he rarely gets to see you during game season. makes a face anytime he realizes that the server at the restaurant is a guy. the server will smile at you and tell you that he'll get started on that meal for you right away, and reo leans forward once he's gone and goes, "i can't believe he was flirting with you right in front of me! disgusting!" he's actually convinced that every man in the world wants you for themselves, and if you tease him by threatening to run off with any of these men, he'll instantly frown and start telling you to take that back right now! however, he is entirely convinced that you are the greatest thing to ever grace this earth, and he feels so proud whenever you two are out in public and a fan or an employee compliments you. they could say anything postive about you, and he'll beam with pride, going "i know, right? i tell her this all the time!" it's almost common knowledge that the easiest way to get on reo's good side is to treat you well. he also loves listening to you gossip, and is the type of boyfriend who loves all your friends (even if he can't quite remember their names; it's only important that they treat you kindly and loyally), and hates everyone that you hate. he's also less forgiving than you; if someone backstabs you but you forgive them and grant them a second chance, just know that reo still hates their guts and he'll make it incredibly obvious.
౨ৎ SEISHIRO NAGI — can’t help but make video game versions of the two of you any chance he gets. he’ll pretend to not notice the way your eyes light up when you pass by any claw machine containing plushies of your favorite anime characters, but somehow he’ll manage to find himself at the machine, casually winning you your favorite as if the game isn’t designed to make everyone lose. (he’s just that good.) even if you’re not as big of a gamer as him, he’ll watch you play sims 4 (and subsequently watch you spend 3 hours on the create-a-sim section because you’re trying to create a perfect carbon copy of the two of you.) looks for his favorite hoodie only to glance over at your still-sleeping form on his bed and realizes that you’re wearing it. you look adorable in it; he’s taller than you, bigger in every aspect, so the material swallows you up. (he doesn’t wake you up nor does he ask for it back.) despite the fact that he’s taller than you, nagi is definitely a big baby, and is constantly the little spoon. he loves to come home and bury his face in your neck, loves the way you gently run your fingers through his hair (it’s the easiest way for him to fall asleep), and he’ll constantly try to find ways for you to hold him.
౨ৎ RIN ITOSHI — grants you “scary dog privilege.” literally will mean mug every man in the street as the two of you are walking together. everyone thinks that rin would be a selfish lover from his outside appearance, but he surprisingly puts up with a lot of your antics because he loves you so much. you don’t bother buying a step stool because you count on rin to get you anything you need from the tall shelves (and when you’re mad at him, he’ll purposely find ways to get all your most-used items on a hard-to-reach area so you have to sulkily seek him out and ask for his help. there’s no way in hell you put your face wash on top of the fridge, and rin looks all too happy to grab it for you.) he has a very bare social media account and most of the time, he just posts whatever his publicists draft up for him. the only post he has personally created and shared himself is the one of you on your birthday; in a sea of promotional posters and professionally taken game highlights, the smiling faces of you and rin stand out. (it’s the happiest any of his fans have ever seen him look.)
౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI — his teammates make fun of him because he is notoriously loyal to you. they tricked him and took him out to a strip club, and there’s a viral video of kunigami staring intently at his phone, never looking up once at his surroundings. (he was going through your instagram feed + then ran out of photos to look at, so he started going through his camera roll to look at pictures and videos of you.) is the boyfriend who embodies the phrase ‘wear whatever you want, baby, i can fight.’ there’s a photo of you two that did numbers on pinterest. kunigmai is such a big guy, towers over you, honestly, but he readily gets down on his knees for you. in the photo, you two are dressed up to attend a gala. he’s on his knees, and you have one high-heel clad foot resting on the top of his thigh as he looks down and is adjusting the ankle strap of your heel for you. his friends shared the photo in the team groupchat and called him a simp, but kunigami knows that if they had someone half as great as you, they’d act just the same.
Four years after disappearing, Caleb returns to find a son he never knew existed, a wife who isn’t his anymore, and Zayne living the life he left behind.
“Daddy, who’s this?”
Caleb froze.
His own face stared back at him in miniature, confusion written across a toddler’s features as the little boy looked between him and Zayne.
“He kind of looks like you, Daddy.”
A small, accusing finger pointed straight at Caleb.
The three of them stood frozen in the doorway.
Zayne’s hand remained wrapped around the doorknob, his expression as composed and unreadable as ever. To most people, he looked perfectly calm.
Anyone who knew Zayne knew he was furious.
“Why are you here?” The question sounded calm. Coming from Zayne, it was anything but.
“Why are you here?” Caleb shot back, still rooted to his spot. His brows were drawn together, his thoughts hopelessly tangled.
Curious violet little eyes flicked between the two men before settling at Caleb’s matching pair.
“Why does he-“ Caleb started, only for Zayne to gently guide the little boy behind him.
It was subtle, yet it was there.
Protective.
Deliberate…
“You had more than enough time to know,” Zayne said quietly. “You had more than enough time to care.”
Caleb’s throat went dry. The little boy peeked around Zayne’s leg, innocently trying to make something of the situation unfolding before him. “Daddy,” tiny fingers curled at Zayne’s pants, “is he a bad guy?”
And for Caleb, those innocent words hurt more than Zayne’s accusation ever could.
Caleb didn’t know, but he could see it now.
He could tell from Zayne’s rigid posture.
He could tell from the little kid’s violet eyes.
The shape of his face.
The faint freckles sparsely sprinkled across his nose and cheeks.
The dark brown hair that matched his instead of Zayne’s black.
The little boy was… his.
“Baby, go inside. I’ll be back in a minute.” Zayne’s hands settled gently on the tiny shoulder hidden behind him.
“But daddy-“
“I’ll be back.” Reluctantly, the little boy disappeared into the apartment.
Zayne waited until he was out of sight, and made his way into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him.
With the little boy gone, Caleb found himself giving into the frustration simmering beneath his shock. “Why is he calling you daddy?” His finger jabbed against Zayne’s chest.
Zayne rocked back no more than a step. His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, he closed his eyes.
Composure.
Caleb could easily recognize it for what it was. Zayne wasn’t calming down. He was stopping himself from saying something worse.
A slow breath escaped through his nose, “Because i was a father to him.“
The words were quiet. Controlled.
And somehow for Caleb that only made them hurt more.
“When his obviously wasn’t.”
“What do you know Zayne?” Caleb’s hands grabbed Zayne by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, violet eyes piercing hazel.
Zayne’s jaw tightened again.
And Caleb could tell Zayne was close to snapping.
Just not yet.
“You can come back after 3 years- 4, almost, and try to explain your disappearance. Try to explain it to y/n who reached out to you time and time again.”Zayne forcefully untangled his shirt from Caleb’s grip.
“Were you even reading what she was sending you, Caleb?”His voice never rose.
“But don’t you dare come and try to argue about your right to be his father.” Zayne’s eyes locked into his.
“You didn’t know you had a child until 10 minutes ago.”
Caleb knew. He knew the moment the door opened revealing a mini him.
But hearing it was different.
The words of him having a son being said aloud were different.
He gulped, hands shaking as he balled them into fists.
“I had to go-“
“You had to go, alright.” Zayne took his glasses off and inched forward. “But did you have to disappear?”
“Did you have to leave your girlfriend of 3 years with no explanation?” He inched forward.
“Did you have to ignore her messages that she had been sending every single day?” One more step forward.
“Did you have to leave her alone to handle the fact that she was 2 months pregnant when you dropped off earth’s crust?” Zayne was practically breathing the same air as Caleb.
“Did you have to be the asshole, Caleb?” It was no more than a whisper, but their proximity made it loud.
Too loud for Caleb’s ears.
Too loud for Caleb’s heart.
He breathed in to snap back, but what was a sharp inhale turned into a shaky breath.
“I had no choice, Zayne.” Zayne expected an outburst, but Caleb sounded… deflated.
Defeated.
It almost plucked at Zayne’s heart.
Almost.
“No choice but to be the asshole.” Zayne nodded, not knowing whether Caleb was right but choosing not to believe him either way.
“How is she?” Caleb tried to hold eye contact. He couldn’t.
“You don’t have the right to ask.” The words were simple. Spoken like a fact.
“I have the right to be worried-“
“You had 3 whole years to be worried.” Zayne interrupted.
“I have the right to miss her-“
“She’s not yours anymore.” Four words. No more than four words. But it was enough for Caleb to feel the air in his lungs burn its way out.
“What do you mean?” He croaked, a myriad of morbid thoughts constricting his throat.
“You left.” Zayne’s accusing finger although light against his chest, felt like a dagger that wouldn’t find its way out.
“She was alone. And pregnant. With your kid.” Zayne remained soft spoken yet the emphasis on his words told Caleb all he needed to know.
“You wouldn’t do this to me, Zayne.” His voice was trembling- no, he was trembling.
“I married her.”
Silence.
Caleb’s eyes darted everywhere but never met Zayne’s. Yet in contrast, his body went still. Too still. His breath came ragged, his gaze dissociating as the words muttered sounded too foreign to be true.
Too foreign to come from Zayne.
Too foreign to be spoken by a best friend.
“No Zayne you can’t do this to me.” The words were wet in his throat.
He reached for Zayne’s face, cupping both sides with his shaking hands. Caleb could tell Zayne was mourning what they had with the way he blinked, gulping upon contact.
“Zayne,” Caleb shook the man’s head slightly between his hands, eyes pleading. “Zayne please think about what you just said. You didn’t mean to say that, right?” His voice cracked.
“You wouldn’t do that to me, right?” Caleb bit a trembling lip.
The sight scratched Zayne’s stoic facade, and he looked away. “You knew that i’ve always loved her.”
“But she never loved you back!” Caleb shook Zayne aggressively, and the once wet words were now wet streaks across his cheeks.
Tears of disbelief.
Betrayal, maybe.
“The person she loved did her more harm than good.” And if previously scratched, now his facade was crumbling.
“I offered to be with her when you disappeared.” His voice wasn’t shaky, yet it wavered in the slightest.
“To change the fact that her child would be fatherless.” He looked up at Caleb with blameful eyes.
Blameful yet Caleb swore they were apologetic.
Apologetic for his choice of words.
Apologetic for marrying his best friend’s partner.
Trembling hands slid off Zayne’s face and settled at his shoulders, fingers digging until Caleb’s knuckles turned white.
“You were just waiting for a chance, weren’t you?” Caleb faced the ground, and it sounded like the words were physically painful to say.
To Zayne, they were physically painful to hear.
“I wasn’t waiting for a chance. But i didn’t deny it when it happened.”
Shame.
Shame was evident in Zayne’s voice.
“But,” Zayne’s hands came to grab Caleb’s arms, “you abandoned her.” He whispered the last fact that he could stand on with his guilt creeping in.
“You benefited from it.” A hiccup came from the other man.
The apartment door opened.
Tiny footsteps thundered into the hallway.
“Daddy!”
Both men turned.
And behind the child… you.
You looked at the two men in front of you.
One is your world, and one… was.
Your eyes found Caleb.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
The hallway felt too small.
Then you looked down at the little boy clutching your hand.
— shōyō has one (1) brain cell, and it’s dedicated entirely to thinking about you like a lovesick golden retriever with wifi access to god.
hinata shōyō x telepath!f!reader | fluff
i was going to upload this hours ago but i forgot 🥲
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you hear everyone else’s thoughts like background noise. static, mostly—half-baked sentences, grocery lists, the occasional math problem crying for mercy. it’s all just white noise, a low hum at the edge of your mind.
but hinata shōyō?
his thoughts aren’t background. they’re broadcast. in color. loud. and way too tender for your heart’s safety.
‘where is she? she was just here—’
you glance up from your clipboard before he even finishes the thought. and there he is, frozen in the middle of the gym, scanning the room like he’s lost a wallet, and then—
‘there she is. okay. breathe.’
it’s ridiculous. he literally has to remind himself to breathe when he sees you.
you try not to smile as you write down the next drill rotation.
‘she’s smiling. oh my god she’s smiling. at me? no, maybe it’s the paper. but i’ll take it. i’ll take anything.’
it’s been three days since you woke up with this brain glitch—mind reading, apparently—and three days since realizing that hinata’s inner world is… basically a romantic comedy with bad editing and no plot, just you.
sometimes he’s thinking about volleyball. sometimes. but most of the time?
‘i hope she ate breakfast. she always forgets. maybe i should bring her melon bread tomorrow. no, that’s weird. is it weird? bokuto brings his manager snacks sometimes, so maybe it’s normal. oh, i’ll do it. i’ll bring her two. no, three. in case she’s extra hungry.’
he’s genuinely so earnest it hurts. like watching a baby duck imprint on a shoe.
you look up when daichi shouts the next drill. the boys start moving again, and hinata bolts forward, pure sunshine in motion. he’s so fast, but you can still hear him—his thoughts chasing you even while his feet chase the ball.
‘if she looks at me while i jump, i’ll totally hit that ball. i swear i’ll fly.’
he does. he actually nails the spike. everyone cheers, but you swear his heart screams louder.
‘did she see that?! did she see—oh she’s clapping oh no she’s clapping i’m gonna cry oh no i’m actually gonna cry’
you laugh under your breath, and his head whips toward you mid-celebration.
you pretend to be checking your clipboard.
he doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of practice.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you stay late to help kiyoko sort out the club budget. hinata stays late too, apparently, though he doesn’t need to. you can hear his reason before he even speaks.
‘i can carry the volleyballs for her. she shouldn’t have to lift them. she’s small. precious. fragile. like bubble wrap, but… prettier.’
you blink. “bubble wrap?” you say out loud before catching yourself.
he freezes. “uh—what?”
you panic. “what—what, what?”
a long pause. he narrows his eyes, then breaks into a smile so blinding you almost forget your existential crisis. “did you just—read my mind or something?” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.
your spine straightens. “no. what? that’s crazy. you’re crazy.”
‘she called me crazy? then she‘s right.’
oh my god.
you drop your pen and crouch to pick it up, muttering something incoherent about gravity while your brain short-circuits. you can hear him smiling.
literally. his thoughts sound like smiles.
‘she’s cute when she’s flustered. like, unfairly cute. if she asked me to clean the whole gym with a toothbrush, i’d say thank you.’
you choke on air. kiyoko shoots you a look, concerned, but you wave her off. you’re fine. totally fine. just dying of secondhand affection from a boy who apparently thinks you invented sunlight.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the next morning, you find three melon breads sitting neatly on your desk. no note, just three of them in a pyramid formation like an edible love confession.
he walks in five minutes later, trying to act normal.
he fails immediately.
“oh, hey, y/n! wow, those breads look… uh… delicious.”
‘play it cool. she can’t know it was me. wait—what if she thinks it’s someone else? no. no no no. i have to tell her. but not too soon. too desperate. okay, maybe in five minutes. or ten. maybe when the lighting’s nice.’
you glance at him. “you know, these look suspiciously like the ones you always buy.”
his soul leaves his body. “me?? no way!! haha! unless you like them! in which case—maybe!! haha!!”
he’s trying so hard it’s almost poetic.
and his thoughts are just screaming.
‘she knows. she knows. i’m exposed. i’d let her dissect my brain if she wanted, actually. she’d look cute in goggles.’
you bite your lip to hide your grin. “thank you, hinata.”
he blinks. “for what?”
“for the breads,” you say softly.
his ears go red. violently red. “oh. oh! you’re welcome! anytime! like, anytime anytime. forever even.”
‘forever. yeah. forever sounds good.’
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you’re doomed. because once you start paying attention to his thoughts, you can’t stop.
he thinks in metaphors that sound like bad poetry written by a caffeine-high angel.
‘she’s like the sound the net makes when the ball hits just right.’
‘if happiness had a face, it’d look like her when she’s laughing.’
‘if she ever said my name softly, i’d evaporate.’
and then he sees you trip over your own shoelaces and goes—
‘that was majestic. she even falls pretty.’
you almost trip again.
but it’s not just the over-the-top thoughts that get you. it’s the quiet ones. the small, raw, painfully real ones.
‘i hope she’s okay today.’
‘i wish she’d talk to me more.’
‘i’d do anything to make her smile again.’
the way he looks at you after practice, when you’re exhausted and half-asleep over your clipboard, feels like he’s trying to memorize you in his bloodstream.
and the worst part? you can feel your heart start to reach back.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
one evening, as everyone packs up, you accidentally let your thoughts slip out loud.
“you think so loudly,” you mumble, half-asleep on the bench.
he tilts his head. “huh?”
you blink. too late. “i mean—uh—your voice! it’s loud! like. volume-wise. haha.”
he laughs, bright and sincere. “yeah, coach says that too!”
‘she thinks my voice is loud. she notices my voice. god, i love her so much i might actually pass out.’
you stare at him. “you—what?”
“what?”
“what?”
and then he panics, and you panic, and daichi walks by like, teenagers, man.
when the gym’s finally empty, you pack up slowly, listening to the faint buzz of his thoughts as he stands by the door. he’s waiting for you. you know because he’s thinking it.
‘walk her home. don’t make it weird. don’t say anything weird. don’t—oh she’s looking at me. act natural. be chill. wait. how does one be chill.’
“hinata,” you say, smiling. “wanna walk home together?”
his soul ascends.
“YES— i mean— yeah! totally! if you want!”
‘she wants to walk with me. this is it. this is my roman empire.’
you giggle. “okay, emperor.”
he tilts his head, confused. “huh?”
“nothing,” you say, shaking your head. “just thinking.”
and as you walk side by side, listening to his brain go haywire with things like ‘her hand is right there. should i—no. too soon. too soon. maybe next century,’ you realize something quietly terrifying.
you’ve started to listen less to the world’s thoughts, and more to his.
and they sound a lot like home.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
by the time you reach the mountain where he bikes over every day, he stops, fidgeting with his handlebars.
“hey, y/n?”
“hm?”
he swallows. “thanks for… uh… existing, i guess.” he laughs awkwardly, eyes darting everywhere but you.
and then, softer, almost whispered—
‘please stay in my life. even if i never deserve it.’
you can’t help it—you reach up and brush a strand of orange hair out of his eyes. “you’re my favorite part of the day, you know that?”
he freezes.
‘oh. oh. i’m gonna die. peacefully. right here. bury me on the court.’
he grins so wide it hurts to look at him. “mine too.”
and you can hear it—underneath every clumsy, sunlit thought he has—
that quiet, endless reaching.
toward you.
always.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: it actually took me awhile to get an idea for a telepath reader with hinata lawl
I WAS JUST IN THE TRENCHES I PLAYED DANDYS WORLD FOR LIKE AN HOUR AND WAS A FLOOR AWAY FROM MY PERSONAL RECORD (I got sprout twice, pebble four times, Astro twice (both in blackouts)) AND I HAVENT PLAYED IN LIKE A YEAR
