If Evil Then Why So Cute?

if evil then why so cute?

sakka nostalgia... ⚽️

awww they all look so cute 🥺 especially Rin, Nagi and Reo! ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠)

(art by @chanomoty on twt)

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate !

includes: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

warnings: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, less than 1k for each boy, reader cries in nagi's and rin's but it's not dramatic, insults towards reader but u a bad bitch !, twitter... that's a whole warning, bad writing?, lmk if i miss any :p

NAGI SEISHIRO:

‘is nagi seishiro, soccer superstar, ruining his own career with his relationship?’

you scowl at the headline of the article that popped up on your twitter timeline, scoffing at the audacity that some journalists had to snoop in someone’s privacy like that. the targeting and insulting headline, paired with a recent photo of you and nagi that the footballer posted on his instagram, made you feel sick to your core.

not allowing the frustration to bubble in your stomach freely, you try and reason with yourself as you throw the tablet aside. this was the job of a journalist, people had the freedom to assume and gossip, and this is what you should have predicted whilst dating someone so open in the spotlight.

but even with all your rational thinking, something gnaws away within you. something unpleasant that riddles you with anxiety and perplexity. what if... the writer was correct?

journalists always have a reason to write something... are they seeing something you're not?

in a moment of weakness, you find yourself reaching for the tablet once more, breezily unlocking it and clicking on the link attached to a news website. immediately, the first paragraph hits you like a truck.

'soccer prodigy, nagi seishiro, is one of the top players in japan, but it is beyond just his skills that have his fans flocking to him. his charm as a nonchalant, pacifist character draws soccer enthusiasts in like no other.

however, fans have found recent concerns that his spiritlessness may be restricting his true potential as a supreme athlete, all starting with his relationship with l/n y/n.'

something curls within you at the mention of your name and you shouldn't continue, seriously, it won't be good for you. not when the article details about how you hold him back, during the countless times when all he would talk about is you instead of his career and drive on the field; like his teammates. how insiders report that he often leaves practice without much eagerness to exert himself further, that he prefers to spend time with you. the writer also comments on how paparazzi catches him by your side rather than being next to teammates, and questioning if this was a good move for nagi; publicity and relationships wise.

you feel worse with each sentence, getting too up wrapped in the perfect wording of the article to realise that nagi would soon be home from practice. when the familiar routine of a door unlocking then closing, an exclaim of your name, and footsteps padding along the floor, you can't find it within yourself to greet your boyfriend as you always have.

when a certain white-haired turns the corner, he's a little shocked to see that you were sitting in the living room, awake and staring back at him. "oh, hey babe, i didn't think you were home," he says, immediately stumbling over to you with a small smile on his face.

it drops due to your unmoving position.

"is everything okay?" nagi asks, sitting beside you.

"yeah," you breathe, paired with a small nod.

he sees right through you. unhappy with your answer, he drapes himself over your lap like a cat, looking up at you with big, curious eyes. "i don't believe you. what's wrong?"

"sei, do you think i'm holding you back?"

your words are quick and blurry, but the soccer player hears it clearly, and you know he does when he sits up immediately. "what?"

you're a little embarrassed now, unused to his scrutiny. "am i holding you back?"

"from what?"

"from being a better soccer player. you're already awesome, sei, but some people are saying that i'm withholding you from your potential," you frown. "and i don't ever want to be the reason that you can't be your best."

your voice breaks a little when you see the heartbreak in nagi's eyes. were you overreacting? should you have kept this to yourself?

"are you breaking up with me?" he asks softly. you grab his hand, confessing: "no, sei, i just- i read this article and the journalist was writing about how i might be holding you back-"

"-do you believe it?"

"i mean, kinda? i don't know what to think."

"what did it say?"

"that you were wasting your potential because of me, that you kept prioritising me instead of your career. that you don't go to brand deals and galas because you want to stay home with me, that you didn't prefer to stay behind at practices because of me and-"

"-bullshit." you blink at him. "bullshit, you know that's bullshit, babe."

there's a look of fury that you hardly see in his eyes, and when he grips your other hand with a sense of protectiveness, it sends you reeling.

"that's just the way i am, you know that," he mutters. "you know that i don't like to work more than i already do. you know how lazy i am, don't you?"

you chuckle a little, murmuring a 'yeah', spurring nagi to continue. "if the writer's main points were along the lines that you were saying, then it's just me holding back my own potential. you don't do that, if anything, you make me play better."

"i love it when you're in the stands cheering me on, it spurs me to go ‘gg ez’ the other team 'cause i love showing off to you. it's easier to go to practices because i get to spend more time with you when it's over. i love having you by my side during training because you're the best encouragement i could ask for. i love having you."

you wipe the tears from nagi's face with a wobbly grin of your own. to return the favour, he kisses yours away before completely enveloping you in his larger figure.

"i think i'd die without you."

you laugh and he does too, shaking against you whilst gently pushing your back onto the couch with his weight. "i'm sorry i doubted you."

nagi relaxes into you a little more.

"i didn't think you had it within you to say that heartfelt of a speech. way better than when you won fifa soccer player of the year."

he looks up at you with a pout, eyes returning to a point of emotionlessness. "you were gonna leave me, there was no other option."

it's a little later onwards when you see that nagi himself has responded to the article on his official, verified account with:

'L article + 1v1 me in fortnite + who asked + ratio + y/n is better than you + touch grass + virgin + common loser behaviour'

ITOSHI RIN:

“this is a question for everyone, what’s your favourite body part to workout and what exercise?” the audience members asks, her voice ringing throughout the spacious auditorium through the extensive mic system.

“arms, definitely. i like bicep curls and i usually do about 20 with 3 reps, 30 kilo weights.” 

“okay damn, macho man. i prefer abs, they’re fun.”

“we know dude, have you seen yukimiya’s abs? they’re perfect.” a loud cheer echoes throughout the hall in agreement whilst the model laughs. “i like glutes.”

“i’d tap that ass,” chigiri mutters, eliciting several reactions from the audience members. many gasp, many cheer and clap, whilst one yells ‘me too!’, causing a commotion from the soccer stars themselves. “anyways, i like working out legs. cardio is my go to though.”

“i… don’t like working out,” nagi murmurs into his mic when it’s his turn, his blunt honesty creating widespread amusement from the fans that have gathered. 

the conference was going well to your relief. sitting snug backstage, you were glad that the boys were starting to feel comfortable in the public eye, acting so relaxed whilst in the gaze of many. you knew some had anxieties about this, or just straight up did not want to attend; the ‘some’ being your boyfriend, itoshi rin. 

his reasoning was that this event was trivial and ‘not the image i want to create as the best striker in the world’. the only way that rin agreed to the conference panel, was if you came and supported him backstage, and that got him saying ‘yes’ to teieri anri’s pleads rather effortlessly.

now as you watch him interacting with his fans and teammates, acting cool and collected as ever, you’re glad you came too. this is what he deserved after all of his hard work. 

“this is a question for itoshi rin,” a voice from the audience declares into the mic. “are you happy in your relationship with l/n y/n?”

silent. it’s so painfully silent because there’s an ulterior motive to the question that everyone realised. 

isagi glances at you from his seat and you cringe, not liking the way that rin suddenly became very still. someone coughs, another sneezes.

“yes. i am. why do you ask?” rin responds with a lilt to his tone, directly responding to the faux-kindness.

“well, i just think that someone like you deserves better than what you currently have.”

“expand on that.”

“y/n is gorgeous and lovely, don’t get me wrong, but you should have someone a little special? someone prettier, someone more capable of supporting you, someone who people can actually respect?” 

“are you suggesting yourself?”

“and if i was?”

“i’d rather quit soccer. pass on your lukewarm ass.”

the silence went from deafening to non-existent as the conference hall was buzzing with gasps, laughter, and cheers. a faint, but very much baffled ‘excuse me?’ rings out through the speakers around the gym. a series of complaints and grunts fade away from the mic and you can only imagine that it’s the person who asked the question being dragged away by security. otherwise rin would do it himself.

“roasted! everyone knows not to mess with rin-rin!” bachira sings into his mic, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.

the team agrees in unison as rin stands up, pushing his chair away. 

they don’t miss the tiny smirk on his face.

“excuse me,” he murmurs with a bow before stalking off stage, right over to where you stand.

you meet him halfway, arms wrapped around yourself protectively. 

you feel wrong. violated. helpless.

“hi,” you whisper, trying your best to smile with heavy cheeks and eyes on the brink of tears. your expression is half-hearted and rin sees right through it with how intelligent he is. 

“you okay?”

straight to the point, just why you love him. “yeah. you should probably get back out there, though.” 

he scoffs. “you’re kidding, right? i’m not going back to that shitshow out there. rather spend time with you than some mediocre idiots.”

now that creates a genuine grin to appear on your face. like a domino effect, rin smiles too, placing a hand on your cheek. “there you are.” 

you chuckle, brushing his wrist away lightly. “i’m serious about what i said. don’t want to disappoint your fans, right?”

“and i’m also serious about staying here. the rest of the hooligans are interesting enough by themselves,” rin trails off towards the end, contemplative in tone and in expression. he continues swiftly. “if the rest of my fans are as intrusive as that one, i don’t want to talk to them. knew this conference was a bad idea.”

“maybe they were being… considerate?”

he flares his nostrils, looking at you with a muted rage and eyes that dared you to repeat what you just said to him.

“look, it’s no secret that i’m not the most impressive partner the number one soccer player in japan can have-”

“-you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” rin leans down to your height. “don’t bring yourself down because of me.”

“it’s not you though-”

“-i’m the unpleasant one here. magazines are still waiting on when we’ll break up because of my ‘cold, stoic personality’. you’re not the catalyst for anything to go wrong between us, y/n, and i hate when you act like you are.” 

you sniffle, allowing two teardrops to escape before rin wipes them away. you can’t tell if you were crying because you finally registered what happened mere minutes ago, or because of rin’s heart touching (and never seen before) kindness. 

the uncertainty makes you laugh.

“you don’t get to talk about yourself like that,” you echo. “and nothing will go wrong between us.” 

the teal-eyed footballer smiles at you gently and you notice the cloudy shine in his eyes, causing you to rest your forehead against his. “fuck the world if it does.”

you chuckle. “i love you, rin.”

“you better.”

little did you know, the two of you could actually be seen through a small gap that revealed backstage to the audience. fans saw the opportunity and grabbed it by the balls. 

you’ll see the field day that twitter was having later.

ITOSHI SAE:

it’s no secret that itoshi sae was a very stressful person to be around. 

from his superiority complex-bred narcissism, to his high standards, no one enjoys taking care of him and he doesn’t enjoy anyone else taking care of him. apart from you, it seems; his lovely partner who has been by his side for longer than anyone could have ever fathomed. 

how you two existed, you don’t even know the answer yourself. like sure, you were there, but were you really? sae is an enigma that you’re still actively trying to crack, even after moving in together and waking up beside him every morning, you don’t understand your beloved boyfriend. 

it’s mostly because sae’s clueless in all realms outside of football; mix this with his prideful personality, he’s not easily decipherable.

put simply: one of the top youth footballers is not what he seems.

despite his unaffectionate tendencies, you think he likes being in a relationship with you. despite having to initiate dates and movie nights, you think he enjoys them as much as you. despite looking aloof and apathetic most of the time, you think he cares about you too. 

one tweet sends you reeling, questioning everything you’ve thought.

@dreamyysaei’m sorry, but sae just looks so bored and miserable next to y/n. and they’ve been together for how long!??!!?!? 

under the tweet is a photo of you and sae from a red carpet event last week where you were his plus one. despite how incredible you looked, smiling and all, you can’t deny that your partner didn’t match your energy. 

usually, you would just say that it was his natural face and expression because, well, it is, but now you’re not too sure. anxiety ripples within you and it’s difficult to scroll away from the tweet. you can deal with hate comments, but with this tweet so direct and confrontational about your relationship rather than your character, it strips your armour down and you’re left standing in the depths of your mind naked. the comments and retweets don’t help. 

“y/n?” a faint voice echoes. “y/n?” it repeats, louder this time. 

“y/n!”

you jolt a little in shock, turning around on the kitchen stool to see sae in the doorway connected to the kitchen. 

“oh, sae, what’s up?” quickly, you turn off your phone and put it on the marble counter.

he walks over to you with an inquisitive look in his eyes. “i was just gonna ask if you could buy some ingredients for dinner because i need to start making it, but what’s up with you?” the last statement is more of a demand than a question.

you sigh as he wakes over, rubbing your face. you feel horrible. “nothing’s wrong. what did you need me to get?”

he narrows his eyes, noticing your insistence to avoid them. “no, what’s wrong?”

normally, you would have held your ground and continued a back-and-forth until he gave up but with sae approaching closer and closer, you feel overwhelmed by that stupid tweet once more. “seriously, it’s nothing. just tell me what i need to buy, sae.”

“something’s bothering you, it’s obvious. so tell me, what’s wrong? you told me that honesty was best in relationships.”

you huff at the memory of your own words, can’t believe he was using them against you now. feeling cornered by stubbornness and hypocrisy, you swallow your humiliation by unlocking your phone. the exact tweet that sent you spiralling is displayed shamelessly on the screen which you show sae.

he’s quiet, reading it wordlessly. 

without giving you a chance to elaborate, the soccer player is gone, ambling down the halls to your shared bedroom. he returns moments later, phone in hand and avidly searching for something.

not a sound escapes him during this process and you’re about to ask him if he was okay before his phone is shoved in your face.

it’s a red carpet photo from the same night, but from a different angle. this one is more to the side and where your 3/4 profile is displayed proudly, sae is looking directly at you with a faint smile on his face, a softness in his eyes that the public hardly gets to see.

“this is my favourite photo of us, and you know how much i hate paparazzi and photographers,” the red-haired begins, boring through you with teal eyes. sae looks like he’s struggling to continue. “you know how much i hate red carpet events, but you know how much i like you.”

“i’m sorry that i’m not all that public about it, but you’re one of few people that i actually like. i hate it when people are snooping so i try to give them as little as possible to work with, but this was my mistake. you know that i’m not miserable around you, right?”

you break into a small grin. “what do you mean ‘few’? you only like me, dumbass.”

your boyfriend scoffs as you throw your arms around his neck whilst he wraps his securely around your middle. “shut the fuck up,” the footballer whispers into your skin, his harsh words bouncing right off and replaced by a delicate kiss.

“so mean, but yes, i know. i’m sorry, i guess the tweet got to me. now can you tell me what groceries i need to buy?”

“fuck it, i’m ordering takeout. gonna show you how much i adore you.”

now you know how much sae itoshi loves being in a relationship with you.

–@theitoshisae replying to @dreamyysae: i’m miserable cause fuckers like you bother me with this shit.

❄️ Kaeya - Diluc 🔥

《"Bridal style? but I'm not a bride!》

Sumeru boys reacting to you carrying them bridal style.

Characters: Alhaitham, The Wanderer (Scaramouche), Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari

》 Akademiya's Scribe : Al Haitham

Those arms are no joke, Alhaitham is a beefy man.

And you. His precious partner; someone who can somehow defy his 'always rational' mindset. He knows you're capable of handling yourself but the scribe has always liked the idea of protecting you.

Which is why when you picked him up and held him nonchalantly, he's quite ??? at first.

He's never been into heavy PDA and the endless teasing that might come from his roommate if Kaveh sees this makes him dread the idea.

He'll ask you to place him down, but if no one's around and he has a perfectly good book in his hands; Alhaitham would sigh and continue on reading.

The feeling of you holding him so gently whilst having the strenght to carry him made Alhaitham slightly flustered, but you didn't hear it from me.

8/10 very heavy, but now you have a pretty bookworm nerd prince in your arms.

》 The Wanderer : Scaramouche

(I know he's from Inazuma but his vision frame is Sumeru's soooo)

Touch starved boy

Despite his rather unpleasant temper, Scaramouche has a soft spot for you. That doesn't mean he won't be cranky tho.

Honestly, if you're in a public place Scaramouche would be uncomfortable and angry; he wants these types of moments where he could be vulnerable only for you and him. He'll be fine with it when you're both alone.

When you picked him up and held him so closely, he went tsundere mode and demanded you to place him down, but the way he stuttered those words may mean he doesn't fully want you to.

If you do as you're told, Scaramouche would act pissed off, but he can't stop thinking about how you picked him up and held him gently for the rest of the day.

But if you don't listen to his demands and complaints, Scaramouche would still be angry at first then the complaints slowly turned into a "fine, whatever" as you held him close to you

9/10 tsundere boi, he's light as hell so it's easy to sweep him off his feet. The whining gets annoying tho.

》 The Palace of Alcazarzaray's Architect : Kaveh

Smirks at you, goes confident mode

Kaveh has always been the type to tease you. So when your strong arms swept him off his feet, he sees a golden opportunity.

"Oh? Did someone missed me?"

A part of you is tempted to drop him on the floor for all the teasing but didn't have the heart to.

It slowly morphs into the two of you flirting/bickering with eachother. If Alhaitham walks in on this, it's best he pretends to not see it.

Kaveh actually likes you picking him up like that. Whilst he does take the more affectionate role in the relationship most of the time, Kaveh likes the feeling of you holding him gently after he finished the sketches for his next project.

10/10 he's light to be picked up + bonus flirting with eachother.

》 The General Mahamatra : Cyno

One might think the general mahamatra might not like the idea of being picked up and carried like a bride. They're wrong.

Cyno is neutral when he's being carried by you like this; it just depends on the surroundings.

If the place you're is both in is safe and he's not doing any important work, he'll let you pick him up with ease. The blank and straight face might say otherwise, but he likes it.

Cyno is a warrior at heart, he brings judgement upon those at the Akademiya or those at the desert; but being picked up gently by you makes him feel butterflies.

He might show you his appreciation in the form of a smile, or three of his best jokes.

10/10 he has those muscles from being the General Mahamatra, but Cyno is still easy to pick up. Remember to laugh at his jokes.

》 Avidya Forest Watcher : Tighnari

"Watch it on the tail!" He did not groom it to be soft n fluffy just for it to be ruined, be careful.

Like Cyno, if he's doing any important things or is in a dangerous area; don't pick him up. But if the two of you are just patrolling or in a private area, go for it!

Tighnari quite likes it when you pick him up. He's not big on PDA, but some exceptions can be made.

If the forest ranger is feeling tired that day, he might lean to your chest and rest his eyes for a bit. Keeping anyone safe from the forest isn't an easy task, so let the fox rest for a bit against you.

His ears are sensitive, so he can hear your heartbeat clearly if he presses his head against your chest. He finds it comforting

11/10 very light and soft, pet those ears.