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I think we all can agree that Sae would be horrible with fans

However,

I have a set in stone headcanon that he's fantastic with kids in general, and especially his fans.

Look, the boy was already a more reliable babysitter than most adults when he was 7-ish, and most of us believe he's cold on purpose to Rin. So, his children-handling talents are definitely still there!

Imagine him ignoring the older fans who are pushing and shoving to get him, but he spots a small child squeezed in the middle, and he stops, stares down the older fans to make way to save the kid from the clutter, and only gives his autograph to the kid.

He would go on his knees to talk to the children eye to eye. He smiles at them when they say they want to be like him (the smile shocks the media )

Before long, the fans waiting for him outside are mostly children.

It makes the 1# trending on media when a black haired 6 year old runs towards him, and Sae gives him a quick hug. No one knows what the boy said. ( The boy looked so much like Rin, and he said he loved Sae. He couldn't resist ok?! )

those cheeks ehbrrbferijemdlije

short itoshi brothers babble

i’ve been thinking about this for a while now and could sae saying “don’t use me as your reason to play football ever again.” imply him feeling disappointed in himself for failing rin as an older brother?

sae has shown that growing up, he was always there for rin both in and out of soccer cases—he’s really a big brother :(( so i’m placing a guess that sae failing and letting go of his and rin’s dream of becoming the world’s best strikers really made him believe that if rin continues to follow his footsteps—like what rin has always done—rin might end up failing, too. and because i refuse to believe that sae just threw away his big bro heart so stupidly like that!! i really think sae, as rin’s big brother, wants the best for rin: so he doesn’t want rin to end up in such a shithole like him. but these brothers don’t know how to convey anything well…🥹

also, how brutal was it for sae to once be saying how rin’s his little brother and how he’s rin’s big bro so innocently only for it to be so laced with malice when they got older ueue

Blue Lock boys on a normal day

VS

In a match

I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

black cat rin

what r they staring at me for...

blue lock manga chapter 271 spoilers, mentions, and analysis (this is an absolute word vomit)

my drabbles, understanding, and analysis on the itoshi family goes something like: when the itoshi parents didn’t know how to properly deal with rin’s behavior when he was little but sae seemed to be the only one that can ‘understand’ and ‘get along’ with rin—they unintentionally gave the responsibility to sae.

i suspect that their thinking is something along the lines of “sae seems like he’s got an understanding of rin that we don’t, maybe it’s better that way, he’s rin’s big brother, after all.”

and honestly, i think that’s why we as the readers find the itoshi parents “distant” from the brothers’ lives.

but do i think they’re bad parents? not necessarily, although i also do think that they could’ve done more. but given certain circumstances…it’s kind of subjective.

let’s talk about itoshi mom first

evidently, itoshi mom is a very concerned mother: she doubts herself, she worries for rin (and sae), and she’s generally lost.

and how could she not feel all those things?

i perceive this as she’s a mother who doesn’t distance herself from her children, but because she doesn’t know what to do at all, she seems hopeless and doesn’t have any solution to fix things. naturally, she has the instinct to do what a parent should in times like scolding, etc—however, this is blue lock, everyone has their own ‘ego’, yet some of those inner desires are just cultivated beyond rationality at this point.

(which strengthens my suspicion about the itoshi parents unconsciously putting the responsibility of rin’s behavior onto sae…)

now, itoshi dad

honestly, i don’t have much to say about him, he’s pretty hands off with what’s happening with their children.

as seen, he does seem more composed and lax about everything, and sae definitely got that from him. i wonder if it’s because of itoshi dad’s ‘talks’ (?) with sae that somewhat developed sae to be the big brother he was to rin back when they were little.

i believe the narrative is just implying that he doesn’t think much of the behavioral differences that rin and sae show, even when rin gets injured and gets in trouble, which is a little yikes on his end but that’s just what i understood.

most definitely, the siblings got the trait of being closed off from their dad, lol.

overall, i still don’t believe they’re bad parents whatsoever. however, i do want to talk about my recurring theory that the itoshi parents gradually placed the responsibility of rin’s behavior (and his whole development) onto sae.

let’s discuss the impact of itoshi sae

when sae was around 13-14, he went to spain, and during the pre-teen/teenage years of the itoshi brothers, their family seems rather peaceful.

the itoshi parents—aside from the pride and joy they felt about sae’s success as a rising soccer player—seem rather refreshed, anew, and just happier. they don’t carry the gloom of being worried for their children’s behavior anymore.

but why?

it’s because of rin and sae’s bond over soccer. from a young age, rin has joined his big brother’s soccer team as they both relished the games they could never play with anyone else aside from each other. basically, the itoshi brothers found what they were for. and they definitely got occupied over it.

though i’m only connecting the dots for my own analysis, i firmly believe that the moment rin played soccer with sae, he found a way for his destructive mindset to be utilized. through soccer—the only thing rin has been focusing on—rin was able to effectively let out his desire to break, destroy, and kill what’s “amazing/perfect”.

and who was the only one there by his side, every pass after pass and goal after goal? of course, it’s his big brother. the one to only truly understand and see rin from the very beginning.

honestly, it all makes me wonder if the itoshi parents ever talked to sae one-on-one about rin’s behavior. (which honestly makes sense, because sae seems like a pretty obedient kid). but at the same time, what are the chances it made sae extremely analytical, too?

i mean, sae was deemed a prodigy at what 7 years old? that’s seriously insane. so it shouldn’t be a surprise that all of what’s leading up to the ego of the itoshi siblings plays a big part. i’m leaning on the possibility that sae was somehow influenced by the itoshi parents to be more keen or observant on rin—that or sae was only doing what he did out of pure instinct, that’s entirely plausible.

however, whatever the course may be, the outcome that sae noticed something with rin (even before their ego in soccer) will not change.

from this point onwards is just my random babbles about the itoshi family’s relationship (kind of…)

“but when sae left for spain the itoshi parents didn’t appear to care about rin-” i am not hearing that. we should remember that blue lock is (honestly borderline but whatever) about SOCCER.

i believe the first ever backstory we got of the itoshi siblings was only soccer-centered, and in rin’s perspective/narration. why would his parents be included in his soccer career when they most definitely weren’t?

again, i don’t believe that they’re bad parents.

also, i doubt that itoshi mom would ever just stop worrying about rin, even when he’s grown up! in fact, i think that with sae leaving for spain, she probably felt even worried because their children are separated. yet at the same time, i do see her not knowing what to really do again. perhaps they had no cameo after the airport scene because rin found it irrelevant in regards to soccer and his ego.

but, then again, i’m very certain that the itoshi parents do care for their children, and are still connected to them somehow…just not when it comes to the field.

aside from the second backstory (the most recent one) they look out for them (i assume this goes for rin too). in the character book the egoist bible, sae mentioned how his parents send him salted kelp from home to go with his rice when he asks. additionally, we saw itoshi dad say in their first back story for sae to “take care of your health!” as he leaves for spain. the itoshi parents do seem to care for rin and sae as supportive parents of athletes, however, only in the sidelines, because i personally don’t think it goes deeper than that.

honestly, everything for me is pointing that the itoshi parents aren’t active and present in the itoshi brothers’ soccer careers. not necessarily implied, but in the ‘another blue lock: episode omotesando’, rin is the only one seen that has a ticket to sae’s japan triumphant match. a ticket sae sent—of which i assume—only to him.

although this is all still just my speculation, i am still leaning on that the itoshi parents aren’t really relevant in the itoshi siblings’ soccer life, but rather, they play a role in how they ended up developing.

that’s all!

again, this are just my own thoughts about this chapter. this is not canon by any means and i am not forcefully saying what i am discussing is right and should be deemed the only theory/ies out there.

i’d love to talk more about theories and analyses on blue lock, let’s chat!

one thing you loved about living in spain was that you could always drive sae to and from football practice in his expensive car.

these late-night drives were undeniably romantic. your fingers would grip the steering wheel as your passenger princess— your boyfriend— rests his hand on your thigh, his fingers lightly rubbing circles on the soft skin. occasionally, he would give a playful pinch, sending shivers up your spine as the cool breeze entered through the open windows and hit your skin.

tonight, however, as you waited at the red light, you decided to blast a song that you knew sae secretly enjoyed listening to. you eyed your boyfriend mischievously, cranking up the volume of the car's sound system to its highest.

sae flinched and turned to you with a raised eyebrow, the slightest hint of embarrassment flickering his eyes, though he wasn't surprised that you had somehow discovered his guilty fondness for this song.

“really?” he asked nonchalantly, gently pinching your lower hip with the hand already resting there. you could barely hear him over the loud music you had blasted on the speakers.

“what?” you replied, feigning innocence as you bit your lip to stifle the giggle that threatened to escape. “you don't like it?”

he rolled his eyes as he shifted his hand from your thigh to your cheek, leaning in towards you slightly. you hesitated, but as you felt your cheeks fill with warmth, you leaned in as well. soon, your lips were slotted together in a tender kiss.

but suddenly, you both were startled and broke the kiss as a horrified voice boomed from the backseat.

“. . . y–you two are disgusting!”

you glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting the gaze of an offended and a literally gagging man.

your fault. you had completely forgotten that you were dropping rin off, too.

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Omg yay spicy sleepover! I have been having major kaiju no 8 brainrot lately (and I love the way you write them) so either Hoshina or Gen (you pick!) and the summer activity is eating a popsicle!

(✨ why not both ✨)

gen narumi x f!reader x soshiro hoshina

c: 18+ only, semi-public sex, inappropriate use of a popsicle, temperature play, oral/spit fixation, oral sex, cum swapping, cum eating, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER — HEAT WAVE EDITION

“C’mere,” Soshiro rasps, his finger skirting beneath your chin as he places the red popsicle between your open lips and slides it into your mouth.

You let your eyes flutter shut, immediately salivating as the slick, wet stick of ice glides across your tongue. It tastes like cherry, but even more than that—it tastes like it’s been passed back and forth between Gen and Soshiro’s mouths. You imagine the layer of spit they’ve both left behind and moan around the popsicle as you begin to suck on it more eagerly.

“Fuck,” Gen mutters, watching as you take it even deeper into your throat.

The towel bunches up beneath you as Gen slides closer when Soshiro slowly pulls the stick out of your mouth, his lips closing over yours.

Gen groans as the cool temperature of your mouth collides with the heat of his, licking his way inside, tongue curling around yours. Fingers digging into the beach towel sprawled out beneath you, you gasp into the kiss, back arching further when Soshiro’s cold lips latch onto the swell of your tits, his fingers toying with the straps of your bathing suit.

Ocean waves crash against the shore of the small, deserted cove, gulls crying out overhead, but you can hardly hear anything beyond the lewd, wet sounds of lips on mouths and skin.

Gen’s lips leave yours as he threads his fingers into Soshiro’s hair, leaving the soft locks array as he tugs roughly until he elicits a groan from the other man, whose thumb is now stroking one of your peaked nipples through your top. He nips Soshiro’s lower lip, a playful look in the curve of his mouth, and Soshiro’s eyes flash as his hand momentarily abandons your tits to pull Gen’s hair back even harder. Gen gasps, though the sound is quickly cut off as Soshiro’s lips crash into his.

Swiping the popsicle, you watch Soshiro wrestle Gen to the ground, the heat curling in your abdomen flaring white-hot at the sight of the former grinding his hips downward into the latter as he pins his wrists to the towel.

You let the two of them go at it for a few moments, marveling at the dichotomy of Gen Narumi—with you, he’s in control (for the most part).

With Soshiro, he likes to test his limits and push his boundaries—but there’s no question as to who’s always going to be the one gasping and begging for it after.

When they turn their attention back to you, Soshiro curses under his breath as he takes in the wet streaks of popsicle syrup you’ve let drip all over your chest, your bathing suit top tossed aside.

“You’re messy,” Soshiro chides.

“I like messes,” Gen groans, though it’s muffled, as his mouth has already latched onto your tits.

“And you’re terrible at sharin’” Soshiro tugs on his ear, pushing Gen aside to override the monopoly he current has on both of your breasts.

They ease you down onto your back as pleasure ricochets through your body while they lap off every last drop of the sticky syrup, sucking your tits clean until your hard nipples ache with need.

Gen slides off your bottoms just as Soshiro leans in to kiss you, and he swallows down the choked sob of pleasure that you let out when you feel something cold slide down your dripping folds. Soshiro’s tongue slips into your mouth, and he kisses you deeply as Gen teases your hot, soaked cunt with the popsicle, holding down your bucking hips as you tremble in pleasure.

“Gen, fuck me. Please,” you gasp.

When Gen sinks his cock into your plush, tight hole, his hips immediately stutter as he moans over the cold skin that drags along his shaft. In your haze of pleasure, an idea occurs to you.

“Popsicle,” you demand, wiggling your fingers.

Soshiro raises a brow as you tug him upward while you resume sucking on the flavored ice, tugging his thick erection from his shorts with your free hand. But he quickly understands the moment he starts fucking your mouth and feels your cold lips and tongue on his flushed, throbbing cock.

By the time you’re finished—Gen sloppily kissing you and licking Soshiro’s cum out of your mouth as you stroke his cock (while Soshiro drags you over the edge of another orgasm as he tongue-fucks Gen’s cum back into your pussy)—all that’s left of the popsicle is a wooden stick and a red stain in the sand.

everytime i try and do a multi-part fic i randomly get so busy that i forget about it nahh

— i. slow down ; narumi gen.

starring :: narumi gen x reader

wc :: 1.0k

tags :: mature themes, implied friends with benefits, reader is implied a member of the first division, frottage, making out, switch!narumi & switch!reader (dom!reader if you squint), word vomit, and part 1 of 2

synopsis :: narumi gen is used to quickies with you–as it’s more efficient. however, you show him just how good slowing down feels.

warning: r18, read at your own risk | part 2 – upcoming

narumi gen tosses and turns around his bed restlessly with thoughts of you coursing throughout inside him. 

he’s so needy tonight–narumi’s body is achingly hot because of how much he needs you.

despite his duties the following day, narumi drags himself out of his bed and urgently navigates to your room in order to knock on your door loudly. “hey! you’re awake, right?? wake up!” narumi annoyingly cups his hand on your wooden door, his words ringing through your room. “what?” when he takes sight of you begrudgingly opening your door with furrowed brows, he grins widely and ushers you inside. your feet are getting dragged as narumi pushes you further inside your room. confused, you turn around to look at him. “narumi-” yet, when you try to ask him, he beats you to it.

“i wanna fuck right now- can we fuck right now?”

“sorry?”

“...please say yes.”

“you woke me up for a quickie?” narumi repeatedly nods, a slight pout forming on his lips. you take a step closer to him, and just as narumi’s preparing himself for your approval, you push your finger sternly on his chest, limiting proximity. “no.” his pout drops into an annoying frown, then back into a deeper pout. “why not?” childishly, narumi starts poking at your shoulder rapidly, mimicking your stance. it causes you to sigh, looking at narumi with tired eyes. “not in the mood for a quickie.” seeing his posture slump at your reply, you only give him a half-assed apologetic look. 

“besides, it’s so late. i’d rather it be more intimate, you know?” it’s your turn to push narumi from behind, forcing him closer to your door in hopes of goodnight. “intimate? you mean-” narumi, with his eyes wide, turns back to look at you. “yeah. but i know that’s not really your thing, so…” you yawn, preparing to close your door on narumi’s face. however, narumi rushes forward, hands gripping your arms desperately. “that’s it? you’d let me fuck you tonight if it was longer?” your eyebrows quirk while your jaw goes slightly slack. you feel a tinge of tension rise around you when you see narumi’s gaze piercing through you. “narumi, i don’t think you get what i mean- and-”

“come on, then show me.”

suddenly, narumi’s face engulfs you: his messy hair brushing across your own skin as his mouth sloppily kisses you. your hands are trapped in front of him–directly over his chest–as your tongue takes in the taste of him. perhaps narumi’s letting you take the lead, although it doesn’t matter because your legs are moving back, and his are following wherever you take him.

being blind and deaf with only the senses of your intimate lust being known, it comes as a shock when the back of your calves thud against the mattress, making you flip around for narumi to be the one to lay down on your messy bed first. with a slight groan, narumi tries to sit up by your pillows when your kiss breaks apart; however, you straddle his lap, looming over narumi with a look of satisfaction.

“w-what?” narumi pants, the back of his hand wiping away the cool saliva drying all over his mouth. “enjoying?” you tease, sitting down just below his groin. “what do you…think?” you scoff out a laugh, inching yourself higher as you already know the answer. your body leans down closer to narumi, hands grazing past his sides until it reaches his neck–where you rest them as he shivers excitedly.

a soft moan manages to slip through his gritted teeth when you rub your lower body against his excruciatingly slow; narumi’s eyes wander down to where he sees his bulging erection getting covered by each mundane thrust of your clothed hips. unexpectedly, it overwhelms narumi–not once has he ever taken in such a sight of this view so unhurriedly. the repetitive scene of his needy dick getting humped leisurely by your warm lap has his ears ringing.

narumi’s hands reach down to your spread-out thighs, ironically trying to get you to slow down. “too fast?” you lighten your weight, bringing your hand up to comb narumi’s bangs higher up. however, when he realizes that you’re enticed with his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, he dares not look at your close bodies anymore. “hah! if you keep going this slow i think i’ll fall asleep.” your laughter rings once more, however, when narumi takes a glimpse of you, you’re leaning closer.

“whatever you say…” you mumble before licking his mouth to open; and narumi thinks he might lose it–because your tongue is so slow. every bit of your kiss, he feels its heat scatter across his body desperately. everything is simultaneously happening all at once: under his palms, he feels your warm lap drag against his; he feels your saliva mixing with his and dripping down his chin; and he fucking feels you ache while he’s underneath you–how could he not go undone at the very second?

concluding that it’s been longer than necessary–narumi couldn’t hold on for much longer. his hips thrusts itself to meet your patient ones halfway. with the added friction and desperation it introduced, muffled breaths of moans emitted out of intertwined mouths. a little satisfied, narumi squeezes your thighs, initially begging for more.

“c’mon, we don’t have all night-” narumi complains, his forehead starting to sweat from the heat as his body finds relief when he sits up from the bed, his hands dragging up to your waist–preparing himself to satiate himself on top of you. however, with a strong hand, you knock him back down on the bed, almost making narumi whine from denial.

“you asked me to show you how to go slow, narumi.” he lazily rolls his eyes and is perhaps accompanied by murmurs laced with annoyance you can barely hear as he sinks into the soft sheets. “i mean, if you really can’t take it…” you pout, idly tapping your fingers over his chest and up until the underside of his jaw–which you feel clench in aggravation. 

“i guess you’re just not good with this sort of thing-”

“the hell! you- i can take it! do whatever you want-”

“oh?”

“oh…”

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I highly think that we should start judging people on the basis of what they think about Kurona 'cause if you got a problem with this little shark skittle..

..then you got a problem with me and my homies—you are a red flag!

God said let there be precious things, and then he appeared—the most precious thing🦈🩷

Isagi keeps dropping ego types like it's his field of study, bro really dropped the ego compass. He has a masters degree in yapology

Thinking about self hatred and how it's such a plague in Blue Lock. Thinking about how Rin can't look in the mirror because of how much he reminds himself of Sae, but how he tells Isagi to look at him. How even characters who think of themselves as filth get angry, how Kenyu has bursts of it, how Kaiser chokes himself. How deep down every single character in Blue Lock is begging to be loved and understood. The light in their eyes when someone believes in them and the deep pit of depression they fall into when no one does.

How Reo and Ness are hated by parts of the fandom probably BECAUSE their self hatred is so viceral and so obvious you can fucking feel it. Yet characters like Barou and Kunigami are seen as edgy because they hide their self hatred behind an equally destructive facade, a mask of controlled apathy for those around them. The way the coaches have to cradle the fragile, fragile souls of these boys while still pushing them to be better. Begging them to believe they are capable and picking them up after they pass out, stopping them from falling into the same imposter syndrome they've witnessed again and again (that even they are not immune to).

Thinking about how even Ego Jinpachi doesn't take care of himself.

hi

kaneshiro give us more pxg interactions pls im on my knees

pairing: narumi gen x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he's always thought that anyone would do if he just wanted to find love but he realizes you're the one he wishes for, inspired by pop song by yonezu kenshi

warnings: some profanities from narumi

wc: 1300

Narumi Gen hated a lot of things, but one of his least favourites of all time was "true love". He despised when people would describe their love for another as "true love". It couldn't possibly be that serious. Just say you loved your partner. That was probably the extent feelings got to anyways— you just so happened to like each other at the same time. To him that was plenty of a feat alone, why would you have to make it sound like more than it is? For the sake of love? Ridiculous.

To him, that was truly all love was. If there was someone who liked him when he happened to like them too, that was enough. No need for years of pining, no need to get attached to some unrequited love. All that noise about love and destiny surely wasn't all that necessary.

Now, this wasn't to say that he didn't wish to find love— because he did. Like any other person, he truly wished to be loved. It was just that what he had in mind wasn't some deep pure love that'd last forever, nor was it a promise for eternity. He just wished for a light-hearted "I love you" here and there with someone he found special.

And for that, anyone would do. He'd find someone who fancied him along the way, and hopefully he'd like them back. That was all there was to it.

This meant his plan for finding his partner was sitting around and waiting. As horribly lame as that sounded, because he was Narumi Gen, this wasn't that hopeless of a plan. So, that's what he did. He'd go around saving people and doing his duties (to the absolute bare minimum) while making sure he was constantly trending, hoping that one day, someone would like him.

Today he was standing around for a solid five extra minutes after he defeated the honju with ease, hoping the media would snap some nice pictures of him, or he'd finally charm someone this time.

"Captain, you ought to stop that," you said. "It's rather embarrassing, you look desperate now."

"Oh, would you shut up," he said. "You're ruining my good name!"

You snorted. "What good name," you scoffed.

"I'm starting to think its your fault I'm not charming anyone. Perhaps if you didn't stop me every time, someone would have found me by now," he said.

"Yeah, right. Captain Ashiro seems to be having no issues charming people and I've never seen her try to," you said.

"You little shit," he said.

"Besides they're going to be utterly disappointed if they think this is what you're like and then they find out what you're… actually like," you said, and he was starting to think you wanted him to fire you. "It's okay. Someone will see how you're actually lovely at times soon."

"What?" he asked, shocked by what you said.

"What?" you replied, confused.

"You— you said lovely," he said quietly. Suddenly he felt flustered.

"Oh," you said, looking away and avoiding eye contact. It wasn't like you didn't mean to say that, but you didn't think it was that big of a deal. Rather, how flustered he sounded took you by surprise. “Well, you’re a little lame but you’re a good guy. Like you pretend you only do it for the media, but I know you’re always checking the alleyways that don’t have as much surveillance just in case, and checking alleyways isn’t something a captain has to do. And we both know the media isn’t writing about anything you do there. Things like that.”

“You never know!” he said, and you snorted.

“Alright then,” you said. “You do you, Captain.”

“I will!” he said back, trying to sound proud.

A week had passed and here he was, doing what he always did after arriving fashionably late to the scene and taking all the kaiju out in a matter of minutes: standing around trying to look good. Because he wanted love, and anyone would do. Anyone who liked him was supposed to do.

...

And yet he wished for you.

He wished that when he woke up, the first thing he would see was you. He wished that you'd smile at him everyday with love and genuine joy the way you did to others, and he wished that you’d smile that way to him alone. He wished that after a long day, he was the one you came home to. He wished from the bottom of his heart that you would always be safe and no harm would ever come your way. He wished that your days were filled with laughter and smiles and he knew he would risk his life to protect that.

It was so unlike him in a way he absolutely hated. True love was supposed to be nonsense and someone being ‘the one’ was supposed to be some dramatic line in a movie. It upset him, that he was so utterly fond of you. Yet, no matter how much it upset him, it didn't change the fact that he was, and he couldn't deny it anymore after trying to ignore it for the full week.

So here he was, acting stupid again, hoping that you’d scold him again or tell him he’s embarrassing himself, because that’s what it’s come down to. He just wanted another reason to talk to you.

But you wouldn’t come to stop him after 10 whole minutes.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” he asked, irritated.

“Pardon?” you asked, utterly confused.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop?” he asked again. He was aware how silly he sounded, but he was pissed off that you meant so much to him so he had to take it out on you.

“Because you told me to stop last time??” you replied. “I thought you were going to keep this up until you found yourself a partner.”

“You’re the one who told me to find someone that saw how I was…. lovely…. at times,” he said, but said the lovely very quietly. Remembering that you had described him as lovely made his cheeks burn and he’d rather die than let you see that.

“I mean, yeah. I do think you should,” you said.

“Don’t you notice, though?” he asked quietly, avoiding eye contact. There was a moment of silence.

“I do,” you said, and immediately he looked up to face you. You had a grin on your face and you looked so proud— you looked like you had won a game. Oh, how he hated you.

“You’re so annoying,” he said, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Rich coming from you,” you said.

“So, do you—,” he started to yell before cutting himself off. Carefully, he tried again. “Would you please… uh… be mine…?”

Oh, this is so embarrassing, he thought. Perhaps you’d laugh at him, but he wanted to do this properly, or at the very least try to. He’d be far more than just stupid to mess this up now. He was finally in love.

But your laughter never came. When he looked up your eyes were wide and you looked so flustered, but soon you had the most beautiful smile on your face.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said.

So he kissed you right then and there, because there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.

He laughed a little.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing,” he said.

There was no way just anyone would do— it had to be you.

i would already slaped him ngl

narumi was always hidden away in his room. whenever he wasn't training, being dragged to meetings or saving japan, he would be locked in his bedroom—the sounds of whatever new videogame he got addicted to and his mumbling were the only things you could hear through the door.

you hated that. you hated him, more than anything, but you hated the fact that you couldn't see his fucking stupid face more often; or at least be able to say to his face that you think he looks stupid.

while you were reminiscing the time when you both were just recruits, a knock on your door woke you up from your daydreams. "come in", you said, just loud enough for the person to hear. narumi walked in, his lazy attire and messy hair didn't phase you, but your eyebrows furrowed. "captain?"

"don't—" a sigh left his lips and he rubbed the back of his neck. he left the hand there and threw his head back, you noticed his adam's apple bobbing up and down softly. "don't call me that."

you raised a eyebrow and he pouted, his red eyes squinting. "you, first division captain, don't want me to call you 'captain', captain?" you smiled when he groaned loudly, passing both of his hands through his hair. when he shot you a piercing glare, you smiled even wider. he murmured a 'forget it' and turned around, opening the door again, but you stopped him. "what do you want, gen?"

he put his hands on the pockets of his sweatpants. when he turned around again, his eyes were focused on the floor. he mumbled something, but you didn't understand it. "what?", you said, the little patience and happiness you got from messing with him seconds ago wearing out.

he mumbled something and, again, you didn't understand. "jesus christ, gen narumi, speak up!"

"can i fucking sleep here, you idiot!" his voice did a soft crack on idiot and he finally looked at you. you stared into his eyes through his fringe and you didn't see any of the anger or threat that his voice carried.

after such question, you couldn't even bring yourself to be mean.

you nodded, whispering a soft yes. he took out his switch from the pocket of his hoodie—how you didn't notice the thing there, you didn't know—and threw himself on your bed, making you scoff. "still a lazy man, gen narumi."

"you don't have to use my full name, you know? 'm your ex, not your captain."

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isagi is such a bad influence

I just realized

they're kind of having opposite arcs rn

I miss them DESPERATELY