I Really Need To Interact More With Y'all Here But Im Shy Asf

i really need to interact more with y'all here but im shy asf

“PENITENCE” he regrets everything, wishing to turn back time to make up for his loved one.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : tetta kisaki

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst, siblings!au, sister!reader

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : manga spoiler, blood, death, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU were seven when your parents divorced, and Tetta was four. The split was abrupt and messy, leaving both of you reeling. Your mother worked long hours to distract herself from heartbreak, and your father completely distanced himself, leaving the two of you with only each other to rely on. You took on the role of a caregiver, cooking simple meals, helping Tetta with his homework, and tucking him into bed at night with stories of brave knights and magical lands.

Tetta adored you, looking up to you as both a sister and a surrogate parent. Your bond was strong, forged in the crucible of shared hardship. Despite the challenges, you managed to create a world of warmth and security within your small home.

As the years passed, your responsibilities grew. Balancing school and looking after Tetta became increasingly difficult. Yet, you persevered, driven by love and a sense of duty. Tetta, in turn, thrived under your care, excelling in school academically.

Although Tetta was not as outgoing as other children, you loved him as the way he was. He was a genius, a prodigy, so you didn't worry much about his reputation. He excelled in his academic journey.

But as Tetta entered his teenage years, things began to take a drastic turn. He started hanging out with a different crowd outside his school, kids who seemed to always be in trouble. You noticed the shifts: the late nights, the change of his appearance, the defiant attitude. You tried to reach out but Tetta began to pull away.

Countless arguments ensued at home every time you confronted him regarding his dangerous behavior, to the point you raised your hand one time and slapped him. Ever since that day, Tetta despised you, while you drowned yourself in guilt. You blamed yourself for everything, for failing to understand your little brother.

In the months that followed, the distance between you and Tetta grew. He became more deeply involved with his activities. The warmth and camaraderie that once defined your relationship were replaced with icy silence and tense confrontations. You threw yourself into studies, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, while Tetta drifted further away.

You didn't understand, you couldn't fathom it. Where did it all go wrong? What did you do to deserve this fate? Tetta, the only family who loved and adored you..was fading away.

One day, you put all the puzzle pieces together. The fateful encounter with his childhood friend, Hinata, and her boyfriend, Takemichi, brought everything to light. Through Takemichi, you somewhat understood Tetta's reasoning.

That's what brought you here today, to the battlefield between Toman and Tenjiku; to stop your little brother's madness and acute schemes.

You sprinted through the dimly lit streets, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The night air was cool against your flushed skin, but it did little to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Ahead, you saw Takemichi's silhouette, his figure illuminated by the occasional streetlamp. He was running with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as he pursued your little brother, Tetta.

You pushed yourself harder, the urgency of the situation spurring you on. Tetta's small frame was just barely visible in the distance, his movements frantic and desperate. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual bustle of the city replaced by an almost oppressive silence. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness, a constant reminder of how little time you have left.

Every second counted, and you couldn't afford to fall behind. Your legs ached, but you forced them to keep moving, to keep pushing forward. You couldn't let Tetta slip through your fingers again.

As you caught up to Takemichi. you saw him suddenly halt, his body rigid, his eyes locked on something in the distance. Confusion and a sense of dread washed over you. Why did he stop? You were about to call out to him when you finally see it.

Your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you took in the horrifying scene before you. Tetta was lying in the middle of the street, motionless. His body twisted unnaturally. His limbs were splayed out, and he was supporting himself weakly on his left elbow whilst trying his hardest to get up. Signs of bleeding and bruises were visible on his face, the blood trickling down the side of his head.

Tetta's mind felt foggy, as if he were trying to swim through thick, murky water. His body felt heavy, every movement sluggish and uncoordinated. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world remained a blur of lights and shadows.

With a groan, Tetta attempted to push himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling with effort. But to his horror, his body refused to respond. Panic surged through him, sharp and suffocating.

What's happening to me? Why can't I move?

"Huh?" His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the invisible force that seemed to be holding him down. His mind raced with terrifying possibilities, each more horrifying than the last. Was he paralyzed? Had he been injured in the accident?

As his vision began to clear, Tetta forced himself to take stock of his surroundings. He was lying in the middle of the street, the harsh glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. His body felt twisted and contorted, his limbs splayed at unnatural angles.

And then it hit him, a sickening wave of realization that threatened to overwhelm him. He wasn't just injured. He was dying.

Tears stung Tetta's eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the truth. He wanted to scream, to rage against his cruel fate. How could it end like this?

"DAMMIT! THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I CAN'T STAND UP!"

"SHIT- ARGH!"

Tetta's screams echoed through the empty streets, a raw, primal sound of anguish and desperation. He thrashed against the invisible chains that held him down, his muscles burning with exertion. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat and blood that coated his skin.

Tetta's struggles ceased as he felt the warmth of the hand enveloping him, a stark contrast to the cold grip of despair that had held him moments before. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar voice, soft and soothing, calling out his name with gentle warmth.

"Tetta," the voice whispered, like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. "It's okay, Tetta. I'm here."

Tears welled up in Tetta's eyes as he turned towards the source of the voice, his vision blurred. There, kneeling beside him, was you.

"Sis.." Tetta choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. You remained smiling for your little brother, cupping his face, You could his temperature dropping significantly. The realization broke your heart and tormented your heart with fear of the future. Yet you stayed smiling for Tetta.

"I don't want to die!" he cried, his voice hoarse with extreme fear.

"You won't. You won't." You tried to reassure Tetta, although you knew his fate was already sealed.

"You don't have to worry. I called the ambulance already. You will be fine, okay? Trust me." You reassured again, as tears began to well up in your eyes. You smiled tearfully at Tetta, and his chest tightened. The crystal tears glistening in your eyes dropped on his face.

Your smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, filling him with a sense of warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.

As Tetta's memories flooded his mind, each moment of cruelty and neglect towards you felt like a dagger piercing his heart. The weight of his actions bore down on him with crushing force, his chest tightening with the weight of regret and guilt.

Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he choked on his sobs, his apologies pouring out in a torrent of anguish and remorse. "I'm sorry, sis," he cried, "I'm so sorry for everything. Please, please forgive me."

He could feel the weight of your embrace, your arms holding him close with a tenderness that he knew...he didn't deserve. With each word of apology, he begged for your forgiveness, his voice growing hoarse with desperation.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered, his words barely audible through his tears. "You don't deserve a younger brother like me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

His heart ached with the intensity of his longing to make amends, to undo the pain he had caused you through his thoughtless actions. He vowed to himself that if he could just survive this, he would dedicate himself to being the brother you deserved, to making up for all the hurt he had inflicted upon her.

And as Tetta clung to his sister, his tears mingling with yours, he prayed with every fiber of his being that somehow, someway, he would be given the opportunity to redeem himself, to earn back the love and trust that he had so callously thrown away.

You shook your head, defying his words. "Don't say that. No matter what happens, you'll always be my beloved little brother, Tetta. In this life, or in another life and forever.."

"Because I love you.."

As Tetta's desperate struggle against death continued, his heart beat with a fierce determination to cling to life for your sake. With each labored breath, he fought against the encroaching darkness, his sole desire to utter those words back to you.

But as the shadows grew deeper and the light began to fade, Tetta's strength waned. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in air, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

"Sis, I...lo.." And though his lips formed the words, no sound escaped them, lost in the silence of the night.

He wanted so desperately to tell you how much you meant to him, to ask for your forgiveness one last time. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that his time had run out.

With a final, shuddering breath, Tetta's body went limp in your arms, his last exhale a gentle whisper against her skin. The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of profound stillness.

In the deafening silence of the night, you opened your eyes to meet Tetta's gaze, hoping against hope to find a glimmer of life, a spark of warmth in his eyes. But as you looked into his vacant stare, your heart plummeted like a stone sinking into the depths of despair.

The lights that once danced in his eyes were gone, extinguished like stars fading into the blackness of the night sky. His gaze held no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only an emptiness that chilled you to the core.

A strangled sob escaped your lips as the horrifying truth dawned on you, crashing over you like a tidal wave of grief. Tetta was gone. His spirit had departed, leaving behind only the shell of his earthly form.

You reached out a trembling hand, brushing your fingertips against his cold, lifeless cheek, wishing desperately for some sign, some indication that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But there was no denying the truth that lay before you.

Tears blurred your vision as you cradled Tetta's still form in your arms, the weight of his absence pressing down on you like a leaden weight. Your heart felt as though it had been torn from your chest, shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

With a cry that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the night, you collapsed against Tetta's lifeless body, your sobs wracking your entire being. Your cries echoed through the empty streets, a mournful symphony of grief and despair.

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“DON'T WORRY, I'LL BE GENTLE...” when you and him become physically intimate for the first time

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : adult characters

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, nsfw

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : mention of sex, profanities, minors do not interact!

THE ACTUAL GENTLE ONES

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Noel Noa , Jyubei Aryu , Kenyu Yukimiya , Tabito Karasu , Pablo Cavasoz

“Thats my good boy/girl. You're so great at this.”

“Does it feel good? Tell me if it hurts..”

“Fuck, right, fuck yeah... I love you.”

THE ONES WHO TRIED TO BE GENTLE, BUT ENDED UP BEING QUITE ROUGH

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Shouei Barou , Chris Prince , Sae Itoshi , Oliver Aiku , Leonardo Luna

“Hey, now. Don't be scared. I'm not hurting you, right?”

“Was I too rough? Sorry, love. It feels too heavenly when I'm inside you..”

“Fuck, I don't think I can hold myself back anymore. My apology, sweetheart but bear with my beastly side for a little more, alright?”

THE ONES WHO WERE ROUGH FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Michael Kaiser , Alexis Ness , Jinpachi Ego , Lavinho , Marc Snuffy . Shidou Ryusei

“My promise? You know promise is made to be broken.. I can never be gentle. Not when you drive me insane like this.”

“That's right, moan my name, scream in pleasure. I will make sure you lose your voice tomorrow.”

“No, we are not done yet... Time for round 2, my love. And I assure you, I'll show you greater heaven.”

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“TATTOO” a battle of temptation that leads to a rough session...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, slight nsfw, reader is admiring his tattoo ;)

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE rain pouring down heavily force two lovers to find shelter. The moment Michael arrived in front of your house to escort you yet for another date, cold droplets drenched his figure unannounced. Hence, you abruptly dragged him into your house to shelter him from the downpour.

“Great, our plan is ruined...now we can't go on date.” Michael complains, his entire figure soaked wet due to the rain. You return to his side with a fresh dry towel before handing over the soft fabric to him. “Thank you, love.” he appreciated, slowly drying his hair with the towel.

“Michael, you should take a bath. I don't want you to fall sick... You've a big match coming up.” you suggest worriedly then point to the bathroom in your house. “Go ahead and clean yourself, alright? I'll prepare your change of clothes later.”

Smiling softly, Michael leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. He loves seeing how concern you are of his well-being. It makes him feel truly loved and treasured by you. “Okay. Can you make some hot cocoa while at that? It's the best beverage to enjoy during cold weather like this.”

You flick a thumb-up, agreeing with his polite demand. Michael and you part ways; him heading into the bathroom while you occupy yourself in the kitchen to fulfill his demand. Clacking sound of the tea spoon against the cup is resonating in the kitchen.

Some moments tick away, you're distracted preparing Michael's favourite hot cocoa that you forget to ready new pair of clothes for your boyfriend. He has exited the changing room after noticing there are no clothes for him. A white towel is wrapped around his waist, covering his lower region though his v-line is exposed. He goes over to the kitchen to find you humming your favourite song.

Michael snickers in amusement. “What a great day to have a private performance to myself.” His voice startles you which immediately halts your singing. “You're done already? Shoot, I forgot your clothes-” and you fall into a state of speechlessness the instant your attention shuffled to his half-naked figure. Your eyes can not stop scanning his muscular body, especially his tattoo. You have only seen the rose tattoo etched on his neck but not the complete one. Now, your eyes are feasted with the view of his alluring body and mesmerizing tattoo.

Michael's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold for real, love.” Snapped back to your sense, you quickly looked away in embarrassment. “Pardon my rudeness. I will get some clothes for you right away-” But Michael suddenly hugs your waist. He grips your hips, rubbing your side enticingly.

“No need,” Michael whispers into your ear, “I know you prefer me shirtless, (Y/n).” Planting his palms on your stomach, your breath hitches. He peppers your neck with tempting kisses, smirking when he earns a small noise from you. “Keep doing that, (Y/n). I love the way you stare at my body... Why don't you continue admiring me, Liebling?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat before turning your body around facing Michael. Your gaze met with his ocean blue eyes, then your gaze darted to his exposed upper body. “May I?” You ask for permission. He nods and grabs your hand, guiding your palm to his chest. Your cheeks flush when you palm comes in contact with his bare chest.

Gently, your hand glide against his tattooed skin. You caressed his neck, fingers grazing the gorgeous blue rose tattoo etched on his skin. Michael tilts up his head, exhaling a sharp breath as he feels your warm touch enveloping his entire being. “God,” He sighs, “Keep going, liebling.”

Your fingers gently travel down his arm, tracing the tattoo of thorns with the tip of your finger to embed the image into your head. You soon reach to touch the back of his hand where a tattoo of crown is engraved on his skin. Taking his hand in yours, you lovingly kiss the crown tattoo as if treating him respectfully like a real emperor. He is your emperor. Michael breathes heavily, his heart thumping loudly against his ribcage.

“I love it...your tattoo I mean.”

“What about me? Don't you love me?”

Michael easily picks you up and carries you to the kitchen counter, setting you down on the counter. Blood rush up to your head as he presses himself against you. You can feel it; his excitement poking you.

“Of course I love you, Michael-” Your voice breaks into a soft moan when Michael grinds himself against you whilst his lips are busy marking your neck. Your fingers find their way in his hair as your breath hitches slightly. The tension is rising yet you aren't complaining. You completely submit your everything to Michael.

“Fuck,” Michael curses under his breathe. “I'm glad it rains.” Seductive chuckles escape his mouth as he looks into your eyes adoringly, “Liebling, ich liebe dich. Be mine tonight. I need you.”

“Yes... I'm all yours, Michael.” You cup his cheeks, smiling warmly at your boyfriend. His smile widens into a mischievous smirk, his hands dangerously sliding in to your inner thighs. “I am not sorry if you can't walk tomorrow.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words, both excitement and nervousness overwhelming your system. Certainly, you will be bound to bed the moment the sun rises next morning.

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“EXPECTING” she delivered a surprise to him

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : jinpachi ego

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE Blue Lock facility was just as imposing and intense as you remembered. Even with the countless visits you'd made to see Jinpachi Ego, your husband, the atmosphere inside never failed to make you feel like you were stepping into some grand, high-stakes war room. It was eerily quiet today, though. You guessed that meant the boys were out on the field, which made sense since Jinpachi was holed up in the observation room, glued to the giant screens monitoring each of their movements.

"Hey, Jin," you called out as you saunter into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe. Your voice cut through the silence, and you watched as his head snapped toward you, the ever-present dark circles under his eyes looking more prominent than usual. His focus wavered for just a moment, and you relished that little distraction.

"Shouldn't you be off doing something other than lounging around watching a bunch of sweaty teenagers kick a ball?" you teased, eyeing him up and down. As always, his fashion choices were... questionable at best. His lanky figure was dressed in his usual casual attire-black shirt, jeans, and the bolo tie that seemed to have permanently attached itself to his neck. His Crocs squeaked as he turned in his chair to face you fully, hands still poised over his tablet.

Jinpachi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. "Shouldn't you be doing something more productive than pestering me in the middle of my life's work?"

You scoffed, flicking your hair over your shoulder. "Oh, please. Like I'd miss out on an opportunity to make fun of you. I mean, you're practically a caricature of a soccer coach at this point."

He narrowed his eyes, as if considering a comeback, but ultimately shrugged, his focus already returning to the monitors in front of him. "What brings you here, anyway? Don't you have things to do?"

"Oh, I do," you said. "But I figured I'd do my civic duty and check on my poor, neglected husband. Make sure you're still alive and not buried under a pile of instant noodle cups."

"Your concern is touching," he deadpanned, eyes still glued to the screen, tracking a particular player. "I haven't died of malnutrition yet, so you can stop worrying. Now, unless you have an actual reason for being here-"

You rolled your eyes, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The banter was fun, sure, but you hadn't come here just for that. This was a big moment, and the anticipation of revealing your news made your palms slightly sweaty.

"I have a reason," you admitted, stepping further into the room. You dug into your bag and pulled out a small plastic bag, nonchalantly tossing it onto his desk. Jinpachi didn't even look at it at first, too busy tapping something on his screen. Typical.

It took a few seconds before he glanced down at the bag. His hand froze mid-tap. His eyes flickered back and forth between the plastic bag and your face, obviously confused.

"What is this?" he asked flatly, eyebrows furrowing together in that adorably clueless way that you found so endearing.

You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face as you crossed your arms, waiting for him to connect the dots. He was smart, but you knew he wouldn't get it right away.

"Well, dear genius husband of mine, I'd think it's pretty obvious."

His eyes narrowed again, this time studying the contents more closely. The realization started to dawn, and you saw his eyebrows lift just slightly. "Who's carrying the demon spawn?"

You nearly burst out laughing, but you managed to keep your composure long enough to reply. "Me, you idiot."

There was a brief moment of silence as Jinpachi just stared at you. His face, which usually bore the expression of someone who had seen too much in life, remained completely blank. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Sucks to be you."

You let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over at the audacity. "Seriously? That's your reaction? 'Sucks to be you'? Unbelievable."

But he wasn't done. "Well, it's not my body that has to go through nine months of hell," he stated, almost smugly, though you could tell from the twitch in his cheek that he was just as stunned as you expected him to be. His cool exterior was probably the only thing stopping him from actually freaking out.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, leaning down to pinch his cheek-hard. "Listen here, you smug noodle-loving stick figure, you are not going to miss out on this. Every appointment, every scan, every time the doctor tells us what to expect-you're coming with me."

He winced slightly at the pinch but didn't pull away. "What if I'm busy shaping Japan's future soccer geniuses?" he quipped, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.

"Nope. Don't care," you responded, releasing his cheek but poking his shoulder for emphasis. "You are not skipping a single thing. We're in this together, Jinpachi."

He glanced away, scratching his neck-a tell-tale sign that he was annoyed, or more likely in this case, unsure how to process the information. "Fine," he muttered, his tone nonchalant, but you knew him well enough to catch the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around the tablet. "I'll come. Just don't expect me to, I don't know, do yoga or something ridiculous."

You snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to let you anywhere near a yoga mat. I can barely trust you with a fork."

He gave you a dry look, but there was a faint smirk on his lips now.

You knew he was internally processing the magnitude of the news, even as he tried to play it cool. Jinpachi was never one to show too much emotion, especially not in a high-stakes environment like this. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating how this would affect his meticulously structured life.

"Seriously, though," you spoke, trying to shift the mood a little, "I know this is a lot, but think about it. You'll have someone to mold into a future soccer star. It will take a while though."

He raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look crossing his face. "Mold? Is that really the word you want to use? I'd prefer 'cultivate' or 'develop.'"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "Whatever you want to call it, you know you'll be a great dad. Just look at how you handle the players here."

"Yeah, by constantly pushing them to their limits. I'm not sure that's the best parenting method."

"Oh, come on!" you shot back, amused. "It's either that or be a total softie. I'm sure we can balance it out. You can be the tough love dad while I take care of the cuddles."

He rolled his eyes but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching again. "That's a terrifying thought, honestly."

"Yeah? Well, get used to it. This is happening." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to be a dad, and I can't wait for you to experience all the joys-and chaos-that come with it."

His expression softened for just a moment as he regarded you, the seriousness of the situation creeping into his usual façade of confidence. "I suppose there are worse things than being a dad," he admitted, almost begrudgingly. "I just hope this kid doesn't inherit my inability to function outside of soccer."

You chuckled, the warmth of the moment settling around you. "I think we both know they'll be a soccer prodigy with you as their dad. But maybe we can throw in some art classes or something, just to balance it out?"

He scrunched his nose in distaste. "Art? Ugh. I don't feel like producing a piece of art."

You nudged him playfully. "See, this is what I mean! You need to open your horizons. You can't just be all soccer all the time. What about cooking classes?"

"Cooking classes? Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "If I wanted to poison our child, I'd just let them eat my cooking."

"Oh, don't act like you can't cook." you challenged, smirking at him. "You're just too stubborn to learn anything outside of instant noodles."

"Instant noodles are an art form," he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. "Besides, if it's not in my contract, it's not my concern."

You rolled your eyes again, though your heart swelled with affection for him. His quirks and stubbornness were part of what made him so uniquely him. "Well, I think you'll have to make some adjustments in your schedule, Mister 'Nothing but soccer.'"

He sighed dramatically, though the corners of his mouth curled upward. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice dry as ever. But you noticed that glint in his eye, the one he always got when he was secretly pleased with something.

"Thinking about it isn't good enough," you countered, narrowing your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer. "You're going to be there for all of it. And when our kid asks you for help with their homework, you better know the answer. No slacking off with the whole 'I only care about soccer' excuse."

"No, you'll do the teaching."

You almost choked on your breath. "What a nightmare..imagine ME, teaching math? Do you want me to fail our child?"

You poked him in the ribs, enjoying the rare moment where you could tease him into a corner. "You better brush up. No instant noodles or spreadsheets will save you when that time comes."

Jinpachi sighed theatrically, pushing his glasses up again, a smirk barely visible at the corners of his lips. "I'll consider it a challenge. Though, I'm not responsible if our child grows up with a warped sense of humor."

"Oh, please," you snorted. "With me as their mom, they'll be perfectly balanced. It's you I'm worried about. You're going to corrupt them with your twisted soccer fanaticism."

He tilted his head, fixing you with a mock-serious stare. "And what, exactly, would be wrong with that?"

"Everything," you replied, matching his intensity. "Because if you think I'm going to sit through endless hours of soccer drills, you've got another thing coming. I'll make sure they're into something else, too. Maybe theater or art, just to mess with you."

The idea visibly made Jinpachi twitch. "Our child doing theater... Horrifying."

You grinned wickedly. "Exactly. And you'll love it."

Jinpachi shook his head, but the fondness in his eyes couldn't be mistaken. You could see it now, peeking through the cracks of his cool exterior. He wasn't just some cold, calculating football genius; he was also the man you fell in love with-quirky, egotistical, yes, but full of hidden warmth that he saved just for you.

A comfortable silence settled between you both for a moment. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the monitors and the occasional scribble of his stylus on the tablet. You stood there, watching him work for a bit.

You were going to have a baby-his baby. You weren't sure what kind of father Jinpachi would be, but you knew one thing for certain: he would approach it with the same passion he had for everything else.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence. "So, when do you think you'll be free to come to the first appointment?" you asked, keeping your tone light but serious.

He glanced up at you, pushing his glasses up again-a nervous habit of his when he was thinking. "I'll make time," he said simply, almost nonchalantly, though you could tell he meant it. "I'm not missing it. I'll put it in my calendar. Between strategy meetings, of course."

You raised an eyebrow. "Between strategy meetings? Really? You're prioritizing strategy over me and your future child?"

"Don't twist my words," he shot back, smirking. "I'll be there. I can multitask."

"Sure, sure," you teased, though you knew he would keep his word. "And make sure to bring something that isn't noodles when we go. I'm not sharing my snacks with you."

He made a face, clearly displeased by the thought. "You're cruel."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the room. "I'm just preparing you for parenthood, Jinpachi. You'll have to learn to share eventually."

He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," you replied, grinning. "I'm going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life."

Jinpachi sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "Of course you are."

You placed a hand on your stomach. It wasn't just about teasing him or watching him squirm, though that was always a fun bonus. You were building a life together, and this was just the beginning of something incredible.

"Ready for the ride, Jin?" you asked, a soft smile on your lips as you looked at him.

He glanced over at you. There was something real and sincere in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that he rarely let anyone see.

"Yeah," he said quietly, nodding. "I think I am."

You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. "Good. Because I'm not doing this alone."

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "As if I'd let you. I'll be there... every step of the way."

"Damn right you will be," you said, though your tone was softer now, more affectionate. You stepped closer, gently resting a hand on his shoulder, and he placed his own hand over yours.

Jinpachi squeezed your hand gently, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours, grounding you in the moment.

"You know," you murmured, stepping in closer, your voice low as you brushed a hand across his cheek. "I'm not always sassy."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Really? I've never seen the evidence."

"Shut up," you whispered, though you were smiling as you said it. "I'm trying to be sentimental here."

Jinpachi let out a small chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his expression that you rarely saw. He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was such a simple gesture, yet from him, it carried so much meaning. Jinpachi was a man of few overt affections, but when he did show them, they were undeniable.

Slowly, he leaned down toward you, his movements almost cautious, as if he were afraid to break the moment. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face drew closer, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his usual brashness, his lips met yours.

The kiss was soft, tender-unlike the sharp-edged banter you usually exchanged. His lips were warm against yours, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. His hand on your cheek was steady, grounding you, while your own hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, still slow, still deliberate. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb still softly stroking your skin. Jinpachi's glasses had slightly fogged up from the closeness, but he didn't bother adjusting them this time.

"Sucks to be us, huh?" he murmured, his voice teasing but quieter than usual, as if he were afraid to break the delicate moment.

You smiled, still catching your breath, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Guess we're stuck together now."

"Not the worst fate," he replied, his smirk returning but his eyes soft.

You pulled him in for another kiss, this one quicker but just as sweet, before you leaned back, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "And just so you know, that baby's going to love theater. Deal with it."

Jinpachi groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, but there was a fondness there that you couldn't miss. "Fine. But only if you handle it. I'll take care of soccer practice."

"Deal," you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

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“EVERYTHING FOR YOU” he is willing to give his everything to prove his love to you

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, soft! kaiser, i wrote this based on a theory of kaiser's past that had been going around on tiktok.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ REWARDED with a short vacation to take a break from soccer is a blessing for Michael and you. After all, he had been busy with his career as successful football player. Whenever he is given some days off, he will use the free time wisely by spending quality time with you.

Today, you and Michael venture into the city for a date. The first place you choose to visit is your favorite shopping complex. Michael just plays along with your plan, entering the shopping complex with you. Crowded with humans, countless noises resonated through the spacious, gigantic building.

Although Michael is displeased with the deafening environment, he is willing to put up with the inconveniences for you. You grab his hand and begin dragging him to a clothing store that successfully catches your attention.

“Look at all these clothes they got! Stylish, don't you think?” You excitedly show the said clothes to Michael. He is disinterested but smiles sweetly anyway, nodding his head in agreement. “You want it?” he asks, his voice as gentle as his love for you.

You shake your head before putting back the clothes to its rightful place. You continue to walk around giddily, wondering what to purchase. You're not attracted to the clothes anymore as your gaze now fix on a pair of shoes that happen to fit your fashion taste and liking. Picking them up, you earnestly check the price and your heart drops in an instant.

Michael sees your facial expression abruptly changes at the moment you witness the large amount of money you've to pay to fulfill your desire to own the shoes. Though he is yet to know the truth. Seeing you putting the shoes back urges him to ask in confusion, “Don't you want the shoes?” You stay quiet for a minute, faking a smile on your lips before turning to your boyfriend. “Too fancy for my taste.”

“Ahhh, nothing piques my interest. Let's leave, Michael.” You quickly change the topic to avoid more questions from Michael. Truthfully, you strongly wanted to own the shoes but your savings will be in crisis if you surrender to your selfishness. Hence, you hastily walk away from the shoes aisle with heavy heart.

Michael stares long at the shoes before secretly taking them along with him. He tails behind you in complete silence, not wanting to draw attention from you. Once you and him are about to walk past the cashier counter, you become aware of his sudden stop. Your attention shuffles to him at last, bewilderment clouds your face.

You're astonished to find the very shoes in his possession as he hands over a few bills to the cashier to pay for the shoes. You open your mouth to object his idea but he is quicker to react to the situation. Michael grasps your wrist then guides you out of the premise, bringing you to a secluded spot at the very end of a hallway leading to the restroom.

Michael casually gives a bag containing the shoes you wanted. You hesitantly take the bag from his hands, guilts evident in your gaze as your eyes lock on the bag. “Why did you buy the shoes? They are expensive.”

“You could have just asked me to buy the shoes for you.”

“I could never do that... That's your money-”

“I am your boyfriend. My very duty is to make you happy. Besides, did you forget my monthly salary? I can buy anything for you.”

You stare at his face, full with seriousness which is a rare occurrence. Michael is always seen smiling and smirking most of the time. For him to not display his significant stupid smirk feels unfamiliar to you. Michael sighs, his hand moving up to pat your head gently. “I know how you felt. Not being able to own something you badly wanted... Seriously frustrating and totally depressing.”

“But now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I changed my fate and build a life with more than stable income. It's time for me to treat myself...and my loved one.” Michael smiles warmly at you. “I will give you my everything to prove my love. Heck, if you ask me to buy a mansion right now..”

Michael chuckles heartily while smirking. “I will do so right away. We can finally live together as we should be doing from the beginning.” His teasing causes your face to heat up. You hug the bag and look away from him in embarrassment. “Thank you...for everything then,” you appreciatively thank him. Michael's smile widens at your words of gratitude.

“You're welcome, my love.”

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