Can You Do Scenario For Chigiri, Rin And Reo With A Soccer Player Crush?

Can you do scenario for Chigiri, Rin and Reo with a soccer player crush?

soccer fanatic pt.1 (bllk) !

pspsps ignore how long this took me to get to, i kept letting it rot in my drafts </3

features: hyoma c. rin i. reo m.

contents: reader is a footballer. reader is famous. lots of fanboying. unlike my other works, the last quote is from the reader. 0.8k

hyoma chigiri would imitate your style, specifically speed.

you were a speed-type midfielder, which was generally rare. you paved the path for your strikers yourself rather than letting them fight their way: in your eyes, that was your responsibility.

hyoma chigiri admired your physical and mental speed on the field. your legs allowed you to soar from one half to the other, running through players before they could react. your mind surged even faster than the body that allowed you to zip across the field, changing course at the slightest change.

right behind sae itoshi, you were the second best midfielder in the international scale. yet, you refused to join the new generation world eleven

chigiri watched you like you were the sun, the brightest star on the field. every game he would try to go to, so when he had finally met you in a blue lock training exercise, he knew he had to get noticed.

his legs carried him true and swift through the defense as he sliced through the air to punch the ball into the top right corner of the net before the goalie could react. all right after kickoff.

he couldn't help the huffs the escaped between his lips as he saw you come up to him with that egoist smile on your face. you looked at him like a child hoping to steal a toy from their sibling.

"you are my ideal striker, hyoma chigiri, we are cut of the same cloth."

rin itoshi would view you as the pinnacle of soccer.

as a striker, there was no doubt you were superior. contesting noel noa for the past two years of your pro career was an impressive feat. it was the feat that had rin itoshi analyzing every single one of your games.

back when you were still in the middle school leagues, rin had seen his first game that you were in. you were a grade younger than sae, allowing rin a perfect in.

you and sae would practice together sometimes, while rin observed you from the sidelines. when rin had first started playing soccer, the two players he channeled were: sae itoshi and y/n l/n.

when the taste of sae's plays soured on his tongues, yours grew sweeter. so here he sits, in the dark while his team sleeps next to him; face illuminated by the light of his phone.

their match against the world five was in less than twenty-four hours, but he could not help but watch your plays from yesterday's game. he needed inspiration for tomorrow.

so when he sunk his first goal in against the world five and your voice rang through the speakers, his heart was in his throat. he saw you on the sidelines with a mic in your hand, smiling so sweetly at him. sweeter than the taste of your plays every could be.

"still chasin' me rinnie? don't let my shadow blind ya!"

reo mikage would copy your game play.

reo mikage got everything he wanted since the moment he was born. so when he grew admiration of you, vip tickets to your games were easy. he went to every game of yours before he entered blue lock.

what he didn't know was that you were aware of him, not just disregarding him as a blip on your radar. at every game there was always a purple boy in the seat closest to the field, it would be hard not to notice; especially as a midfielder.

so when he didn't come to one game, you pulled some strings to get his name. turns out reo mikage played soccer as well, in blue lock no less.

so you came to watch a game, under the tense of it being a training exercise: but you really wanted to check in on your number one fan.

he was as impressive on field as you expected, but when you caught a familiar tick of his foot under a pass, sending it especially long and steady, it had you grinning.

you noticed more and more of you signature little quirks that allowed your play style, things that even people on the field with you wouldn't notice.

at the end of the match, you couldn't help but pay him a little extra attention. he was just trying so hard to stay loyal to you, that your ego swelled. you wanted your techniques to not just be copies for him, but rather his own weapons as well. you were willing to share custody of all your signatures with him.

"impressive dupe, rich boy, want a taste of the real thing?"

okkotsuus 23

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

His Instagram is practically your fanpage

“Yoichi stop it!” You yell and laugh while he’s placing kisses all over your face.

Currently you and isagi are having a picnic date celebrating the U20 game win. But it also happens to be the first date in months since he’s been at blue lock this whole time.

“Nope never. I missed you so much gotta kiss you for every day I didn’t see you”.

Isagi is the type of boyfriend to say such cliché and cringy things, but it’s okay cause its isagi. He’s such a golden retriever boy.

One thing you notice is that he’s taking a lot of pictures of you. And I mean a lot. He’s trying to be sneaky with some, and sometimes he’s just saying “pose y/n”. You seem to fall more in love with him each time you hear the click noise coming from his phone.

Isagi takes pictures every time he’s with you, and he’s usually with you 24/7 so guess how many photos he has. Thousands. You couldn’t quite catch the exact amount but you saw a lot of numbers together. So what does he do with all these photos of you?

Post them on Instagram of course! His whole page is filled with you, having a highlight specially for you, and you featured in every post. It’s your fanpage. Your favorite post actually being his most recent one, where it features photos of him playing in the U20 game. The very last photo is actually one of the two of you hugging on the field after being away so long. There was actually an article about how blue lock’s ace is a loverboy.

So when he got the hype after the game and everyone started looking for him on Instagram, they were met with a surprise. His new fangirls shocked and disappointed, but most of Japan was in awe at the teenager. Many more idolizing him because of it.

And when the date is over and you’re at your house laying in bed you get a notification. “Isagi.Yoichi mentioned you in their story”. You smile and quickly repost it on your story. How’d you get so lucky?

Blue Lock Whiteboard doodles :3

Unspoken Rizz.

Type: Drabble, Oneshot

Pairing: Isagi Yoichi/M! Reader

Summary: Isagi was never the type to get frustrated over petty shit talk, but you prove to be a special kind of exception.

Warnings: Degenerate Flirting, One-Sided Dislike, Enemies to ???, Unresolved Tension, gay bitches

Word Count: 1,890

A/N: theyre so LAME 🫥🫥🫥

*Du bist ein Blödian - you're an idiot

"Only one goal against the U-20? You'd think the superstar on the rise would be better, but he's barely keeping up." Isagi overhears you talking about him to a less notable player of Bastard München.

Recently, Isagi kept seeing and hearing more of you. When first introduced, you didn't speak a word of importance and value to him, just the simple greetings with the regular dose of stiffness and unfamiliarity he had expected and returned.

Then like a switch that's been flipped, one morning you slap him in the face with headstrong, criticizing and bitter comments. He was confused, baffled and a little speechless to say at the very least.

You two clash gazes and your smile impossibly widens, while he pinches his eyebrows together. He decides to be the better man and just nods his head politely while looking away from you.

Isagi isn't one to pick fights. He isn't the type to argue with people unless he was bitten without provocation first, but other than that, Isagi doesn't actively seek butting heads with others for whatever reason, nor does he enjoy it.

So, he couldn't help but allow your little snide remark to get under his skin and boil his blood slowly from within him.

He wouldn't admit it, over his dead body would he confess something as pathetic as that, but it did make him look back on the game and think about whether or not he could have done something more, and truthfully, he really could have. But he was still proud of his game and hearing someone diminish his hard work made him angry.

He shouldn't be, he was surrounded by assholes. Both figuratively and literally. Isagi should know better, you were no different than players like Kaiser, Rin, Barou... hell even Karasu. The same shit-eating grin, sly eyes and pompous attitude.

And with that set in stone, he let it go. Isagi continued on with his training, not thinking about you and that smug mug and smart mouth of yours.

★

Isagi was reviewing the latest rankings. Noa had updated everyone's current standing and Isagi smiled when he checked his status, he was higher up now! He was slowly climbing up the rankings and surpassing in numbers even regulars from Bastard München.

"Your physicals are still trash. Go hit the gym," amid his ignorant bliss, your voice booms directly in his ear. Your breath fans his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He whips his head around so quick he was pretty sure even you could hear the slight cracking noise.

He frowns and grits his teeth and almost froths at the mouth upon noticing how pleased you seemed with his reaction. "Shut the fuck up."

In one way or another, you remind him of a vulture. Preying and biding your time to devour him, but perhaps he's giving you way too much credit with just this analogy alone.

You roll your eyes, your smirk never once falling off. "Brains alone won't get you anywhere, go run the treadmill and lift some weights." You advise, all the while ill-mannered.

"We'll see about that. I'll beat you," Isagi replies confidently. He stands his ground firmly, staring into your eyes.

You whistle, unimpressed. Bemusedly, you say, "That was lame, did you make that up on the spot or have you been practicing it for a while now?" It's not exactly a question, he knows that perfectly well, but Isagi still feels compelled to answer, to have the last word.

"Trying to act cool and unbothered isn't the way to win a confrontation, [Last Name]."

You chuckle and it feels entirely out of place coming from you. "What movie on Earth did you escape from? Are you delusional or is that just another one of these group symptoms that Blue Lock gives you?"

Isagi sighs, you were hopeless. He can't deny the fact that you were good, but he can't understand why you only spoke to him and him alone in that patronizing way. He's seen how you behave around Kaiser, Ness and the other less talented players on the team and they've never once appeared displeased to his degree.

"What's wrong with you?" Isagi asks out of the blue, voice not exasperated, just inquisitive.

You blink, the corners of your mouth twisting downwards for a split second. As if self-conscious of frowning around him, you immediately smile. "What's wrong with me are those ugly cleats you got on."

"But we're wearing the same exact pair."

"Look how you're copying my style, though. That's crazy, though."

Isagi sucks in a breath, walks around you and resumes his daily routine. Meanwhile you continue to stare at him, amused at the silent treatment you were receiving. You could deal with the cold shoulder, makes it more fun.

"You're never gonna be anything." You claim. Isagi turns on his heels and exits the room. You quickly deflate.

Perhaps you couldn't deal with the cold shoulder as well as you thought you could.

★

Isagi wipes his sweat with a towel, sitting his ass on the sidelines, slumping all over the wall. He pants, eyes getting droopy. He was about ready to doze off.

Isagi did extra the exercises in his usual work-out regime. Embarrassing as it is, he did take your suggestion to consideration and decided to run with it. His legs were killing him and his arms felt like falling off, but he thought that it wasn't a waste of his time.

He battled the urge to fall asleep in the in-door gym, unaware of the way you drank up the sight of him from where you stood, all too pleased to see him listening to you in spite of everything that was said and done.

Kaiser glances at you briefly, then clicks his tongue with his usual arrogant expression. Like your subliminal signs of affection were inconveniencing him despite your lack of vocalization.

"When are you ever gonna learn? You make yourself far too obvious," he chastises you with a holier-than-thou voice.

"You think so?" you question, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.

Kaiser focuses on Isagi's form and discerns the nasty drool escaping his mouth before studying your own awky figure. "Never mind that, he's got shit for brains up in that skull. You aren't any better, either."

Ness chimes in passive-aggressively, "I'd still give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Wow, thanks guys. Love you so much." You reply sarcastically in turn.

Kaiser glares and raises a finger, "Don't say that to me, ever again. You'll make me hurl on the spot." Ness claps at that and you simply marvel at the dick riding.

★

Your shadow looms over Isagi, who refuses to acknowledge you. He preoccupies himself with his half-empty bowl instead, wondering how long you're going to stick next to him, leering down like you're a supreme being and he's a measly flea.

You pull the chair right beside him, plopping your bottom with the least bit of grace he's ever seen. He closes his eyes, shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth as a distraction.

You chortle, splitting a loaf of bread apart and dropping it in your soup. Isagi gags at your method. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm feeding myself steroids."

"You'll need them to beat me." Isagi bites back at you even if you easily spot the rice grains sticking to his nostrils and the sauce stain on his chin.

"I don't need that shit to kick your ass."

"We can take it there."

"We've already taken it there. Next game, I'll humiliate you live in front of all these dumbasses tuning in and you won't have a shred of pride and dignity left in you." You respond, but for some reason Isagi can't feel the characteristic hostility, instead there was a rhythmic lilt to your tone.

"You love talking, don't you," Isagi grunts, but he can't find it in himself to frown unlike before. He was getting a bit excited, you're no weakling and the thought of competing against you made him unable to sit still. He wanted to be standing on the field in this very moment, but he nevertheless had to wait.

You stay silent after that, but he could tell you weren't backing down just because of what he had retorted. You squint your eyes and mirth settles once more on your features, "Unfortunately for you, I've always been a blabbermouth."

★

You contemplate drowning yourself in the hot springs. The water is warm, but your shame has your blood running cold.

You have lost against Isagi. Even if for the most part you didn't mean half the things you said, you still had some pride. And yet what little confidence you had left was shattered in mere seconds.

You should have been faster, you should have read the situation first and you should have calculated better. You should have scored that goal, but you ended up as a piece of shit decoy for Isagi, who reveled in his victory.

You look up at the ceiling, blinding yourself. Your ears were getting filled with gross butt water and you felt like a torn-up plastic bag. "I suck hairy ass cheeks, man. Fuuuuuuckk."

"You're not wrong." You pause in your fit, eyes saucers wide as you stare like a deer in headlights. You were suddenly embarrassed, like you were caught doing something appalling.

You dip your head under water and Isagi observes the small bubbles emerging on the surface. "Stop that, [Last Name]! Are you a child to be upset over something dumb like that?" He scolds you and you think that might have been your breaking point.

"Shut up! You're one to talk, you big penis! Weren't you the one sending death threats to Gingerhead via real life? I'm allowed to cry! Real men cry!" You manage out between green snot and you divulge that you were ugliest when you wail.

Isagi parts his mouth, rendered speechless. Not so much because he felt guilty, but because being put so abruptly in such a weird situation made his mind go blank. He couldn't figure out what to do or say to comfort you. Seeing you cry like a baby prompted him to at least try and pacify you a tiny bit. That's what nice people do, right?

"Hey," He reaches out to you, his hand grabbing at your arm to pull you out of the hot spring. You grip his forearm out of the blue, bringing him down, large splashes of water escaping the confines of the small pool. "What the fuck?!"

You cling to his back, semi-strangling him. "Do you really think I'll cry cause of one loss? Especially in front of you? Don't make me laugh! You're not that special. Du bist ein Blödian, Blödian, Blödian." You sneer even if he can't see. Well, you really did cry, but you somehow played it off. You didn't know if he believed you or not, but it's not like it mattered.

"To think I actually felt bad for you..." Isagi's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile.

"Don't pity me!"

"You're a sad man, [Last Name]."

"Eat my horseshit."

At the end of the day, Isagi couldn't stand you. But that didn't mean he couldn't stomach you. You were still annoying as hell, though.

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