Knowing What We Know Now About Ego And Noa's Past Relationship, This Whole "Turning Kunigami Into Another

Knowing what we know now about Ego and Noa's past relationship, this whole "Turning Kunigami into another Noa" thing has a way more twisted and selfish lens to it then it did previously. Noa has said previously that this whole thing is really just another way for Ego to try and beat his former rival by any means necessary, even if that means genetically altering a teenage boy to be just like him "But better".

And I really think a part of the reason that Kunigami is struggling so hard is because Ego deliberately told him to get rid of his own ego, and then threw him to the wolves without anything to help him.

Kunigami has nothing now and is basically just running on pure vibes. He wanted Kunigami to just be completely devoid of who he was previously so he could emulate Noa to perfection, but it's backfired obviously. People are a lot more complicated then that.

I think it's simply that Ego doesn't really understand Noa on that kind of level, and so he had no idea what kind of ego the number 1 striker even holds, or what drives him. And that makes sense, considering Noa is such a patient and reserved man. We've only seen him get visibly angry ONCE this entire manga and it was when Isagi went against his orders, and begged to have Hiori in.

But Noa himself isn't really that complicated in my opinion, it's just the "why" of his actions that elude Ego.

Sibling au part 3, it’s wholesome this time I promise

Edit: you can read the fic for the first image here! It's everything I could've hoped for, thank you @sukuna-dees-nuts!!

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KUNIGAMI starts singing quietly to some of the songs from your playlist that is playing in your car when he thinks that you've fallen asleep. You have, in fact, not fallen asleep and you’re trying to keep a straight and sleeping face while leaning your head against the window. Of course he’s not the most talented singer but somehow… it doesn’t sound that bad either. Yes, he's missing a few notes, maybe even a few too many notes. But listening to the unusually soft and light voice of his is still comforting because it’s his voice. Because he never fails to show you how simple love can be. How easily you can find traces of the love you share for each other in such mundane situations and instantly think "Wow, I want to kiss you so bad". And when you feel his hand settle on your thigh, his fingers lightly drumming to the beat of the song, you eventually feel yourself slipping for real into dreamland.

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➵ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

summary : a sprained knee and a soft Kunigami tags : fluff, reverse comfort, gn!reader a/n : reposting this from my old blog bc I just love him so much and can’t find time to write :(

The ride from the hospital to back home was quiet, only the slow music playing in the background or the clicking sounds of the turn signals appearing every ones in a while.

Yet, you could feel the frustration and melancholy slowly spreading through the entire interior of the car.

It was as if you’d have picked up your child from the playground, who was now pouting because they would have liked to stay a little longer, finish the game they had been playing with their little friends.

Well in your case; it was your boyfriend you had picked up. There had not been a playground but a hospital instead. And the part with the game and 'playing with their friends' was not entirely wrong.

By Kunigami’s distant gaze through the window and lack of response after you had asked him earlier how his injury had even happened, you knew that the doctor’s advice to rest for about three weeks, until his sprained knee would heal, had not really pleased him.

“You okay there?” you asked as you finally pulled up in the drive-way, Kunigami only answering with a nod while he carefully got out of the car and limped his way to the entrance.

However, as you slipped out of your sneakers and neatly placed them beside the coat-rack, you noticed that your poor injured boyfriend was neither heading towards your shared bedroom nor the couch.

Instead you witnessed him entering the garage, of which you two had made your own little gym, realization hitting you that this had actually been predictable.

“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice resonated through the spacious room while you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest as you eyed Kunigami.

He was already picking up some weights that had been scattered around the spacious room, carrying them over to the weight bench.

“What does it look like? We’ve barely been half an hour into practice when- well you know. When this happened.” he explained, his nose scrunching up a little as he sat down on the bench, pain shooting through his knee.

“And you think some curls and bench pressing will help you in what way exactly?” you deadpanned, walking over to him as you watched his muscles start to flex underneath his fair skin, the small veins along his arms becoming more prominent every time he curled the dumbbell up to his shoulder.

It was actually quiet a sight. The way his big strong hand tightened around the handle, lifting the thirty pounds up as if they were nothing before he switched to his other hand-

“I don’t know but I'll make sure to tell you once I figure it out.” Of course, the light smile he offered you seemed as sarcastic as the words that left his mouth.

And as endearing you thought the sight of a sweating Kunigami was, you knew that his recovery was more important.

“Rensuke.” you murmured softly as you slowly stepped in front of him, placing your palms on each of his cheeks and forcing him to look up at you. “I know that you’ll probably feel useless the next few weeks, but baby, your body needs rest.”

“I know but-”

“Ren. Please.” you cut him off, pronouncing your words with utter gentleness and dedication. And with all due respect, how was he supposed to disobey you when your fingers along his jaw felt so nice, when your palms resting on his skin were so warm and gentle? When the simple thought of being spoiled by you seemed too good to be true?

With a deep sigh he set the dumbbell to the side before grabbing one of your hands and slowly standing up, trying to bend his knee as little as possible.

"‘Come on, big boy. Careful."

The short way to the living room was-short. But painful. His knee was already lightly swollen and you had to give your all to not groan an “I’ve told you.” right in Kunigami’s face since the doctor had strictly told him to rest his leg and keep it elevated.

“Is that okay? Does it hurt?” you asked him as you carefully squeezed a third pillow underneath his calf, your own eyebrows furrowing slightly as his face showed features of discomfort before his leg finally rested on top of the cushioned pile you had created.

“Yeah, ‘s okay. Thanks, baby.” And as you smiled so sweetly at him, leaning down to press a peck against his bandaged injury, Kunigami felt his heart race at a speed not even Chigiri could match.

“Wait. Where are you going?” he wondered, propping his upper body up on his elbow while his other hand grabbed your wrist tightly before you could retreat to wherever you were about to walk off.

“Make dinner? Do you need something?”

His bottom lip jutted out into a small pout as his gaze shifted to the side, feeling already a slight heat creep up his neck. How could you even ask him something like that? As if you did not know what he needed.

As if you did not know that there were only two major things in his life that brought him peace and comfort. As if you did not know that you were the only thing of these two options that was still available since his shitty knee would not even let him complete a single workout, let alone play an entire soccer match.

“Can you do that later, and maybe. You know. Just stay here for a bit?”

The usual confidence in his deep voice seemed inexistent as he lightly tugged at your wrist which only elicited as small chuckle from you before you granted him his wish, taking a seat right behind him and letting him lay his head on your lap.

“You happy now, you big baby?” you smirked at him and glided your hand over his forehead, brushing his tangerine locks to the back and revealing his thick eyebrows before you let them fall back into their place.

“Could you please not call me that.” he groaned and tried to sound annoyed. Yet the smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him as he covered his eyes with his arm.

He is a baby.

“Don’t tell me the famous and strong Kunigami Rensuke is getting all flustered now.”

“Baby, stop.” His pleading whimper made you laugh only harder, and as you pried his arm away from his face, grabbing his forearm to shower the palm of his hand with a few apologetic kisses, that was when his smile grew a bit wider as well.

It were moments like these, when you just kept teasing each other as if you were back to the day you had fallen in love for the first time, moments when your fingers kept combing through his ginger hair, sometimes digging deeper to lightly scratch his scalp.

Moments when even a person like Kunigami could not help but relish in your caring demeanour and let himself fall into the comfort of your lap, letting him forget any dark thoughts swirling around his head or any pain he felt. Sometimes even he himself needed a hero and he was glad that he had you.