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- isaGAY yoichi

- bachira meGAYru

- shidou ryusei

- rin itoSHE/HER

- chigiri hyoMAN LIKER

- mikaGAY reo

- nagi GAYshiro

- karasu taBIto

- kunigami rensuke

- jinPRONOUNS ego

- barou shYAOI

- YAOIshi tokiMENsu

- LIBERAL sae itoshi

- kenYURI yukimiYAOI

- michael MANKISSER

- alexis NEOPRONOUNS

- oliver ALLYku

- chris PRONOUN

“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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“HIS RED FLAGS” what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser, sae itoshi, ryusei shidou, alexis ness

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : bodyshaming, profanities, manipulation, mention of intercourse, stalking, toxic relationship

MICHAEL KAISER

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is an arrogant and egocentric man, always bragging about himself on daily basis with you. Frequently, he belittles you and pressures you into improving yourself more. He wants to make sure you're worthy to stand next to him to maintain his distinguished image as German prodigy. Since he views himself as embodiment of perfection, you must be as perfect as him. Insulting your insecurities whenever you experience low self-esteem is his way to motivate you to better yourself.

“Stop eating that unhealthy junk. You will gain weight.”

“If you don't start working out and get rid of those fat, I'm gonna fucking dump you.”

“I don't care! Starve yourself to death or anything. If you still love me, then stop whining.”

SAE ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Living in Spain for years and learning the harsh reality of life at such young age damages his emotional growth as a teenager. He grows up as an ignorant man who lacks empathy toward others' feelings, even his own significant other. Engaging in relationship with Sae is like one-sided love. It is only you who is always concerned about the relationship and strive hard to maintain a stable relationship. Sae, in the other hand, could care less of your feelings and emotions. Often being bluntly cruel and hurting your feelings, intentionally and unintentionally. His career as soccer player is his sole priority after all.

“Can't you see I'm tired? Leave me alone.”

“Why should I waste my energy and time on a stupid date? Just stay at home.”

“Stop being mean? I'm merely being honest. It's not my fault that you're too sensitive.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Ryusei is one manipulative partner, messing with your mind and emotions frighteningly often in order to force you to stay by his side despite how toxic the relationship is. He is selfish, obsessive and possessive. He makes you believe nobody else will love you as much as he does, even tricking your mind into believing he is the only one in this world who accept you as who you are. If breaking your mind is the only mean to turn you into an obedient doll for him, he will resort to such cruelty. He also despises talking things out when conflict brews up between you and him. To him, the sole way to make peace with you is through intercourse. He never force himself on you but he frequently seduces you into having sex as distraction to avoid having serious talk. You can never resist him and always submit yourself to him willingly. His words of temptation...is irresistible.

“Break up? There is no one better than me out there.”

“Oh, sweetheart...you can never find another person to love you. I'm the only one capable of doing so..”

“Have you forgotten? You're all alone, sweetheart. Who else will be by your side when you're at your lowest?”

ALEXIS NESS

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Alexis has major trust issue and inferior complex. Often attempting to be the dominant one in the relationship by controlling you. He easily misunderstands your words or action. He unhealthily believes his words as the only truth, frequently coming up with his own speculation and accuses you of mistakes you never commit. Once he loses his mind, he becomes quite violent yet he tries to resist himself from hurting you physically. He usually suppresses himself by throwing objects on the floor to relieve his anger and warning you. However, sometime he only verbally attacks you by comparing you to other people; specifically his exes. Considering his trust issue is extremely severe, he stalks on you whenever you go out with your friends or by yourself.

“What? You want to see your friend? What's wrong with staying home with me all day? Have you lost your feelings toward me?”

“Who the fuck is that bastard with you earlier? Are you cheating on me?!”

“Shut the hell up. Why the hell are you like this? All my exes are not as annoying as you.”

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pls can you do a part 2 for the red flags of bllk characters!! it was so good!

࿐*ೃ sure!! i actually plan to do for more characters in part 3 so characters suggestion is highly encouraged! (4 CHARACTERS MAXIMUM)

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 2 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : reo mikage, seishiro nagi, oliver aiku, rin itoshi

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : cheating, manipulation, profanities, toxic relationship.

REO MIKAGE

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Reo would be the best, most perfect partner ever if only he believes that not everything can be resolved through his wealth. He loves you, he does but you're never his priority. All he cares about is his football career. He barely has time for you, often spending time with Seishiro to practice soccer together until dusk nearly everyday. When you tell him about your worries, you expect him to take action and finally considers to mend the relationship again. But he never. He just gives you tons of money and tells you to have fun by yourself to cheer you up. When you insist him to spend quality time with you, he harshly rejects you by saying he is busy. Indeed, he is busy. He is busy being Seishiro's servant and prioritizing his happiness more than yours.

“Sorry, Y/n. Not today. I have practice.”

“I told you, I don't have the leisure time to play around. I need to practice soccer!”

“Just take this money and enjoy yourself. Leave me alone and never speak about this matter ever again.”

SEISHIRO NAGI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Seishiro...is lazy, in general and in all ways. Relationship is a hassle for him to handle due to his lazy nature. He never make an effort to spice up nor mending his relationship with you. If it happens, it happens. That's his motto, one that he never fail to hold onto. Seishiro basically doesn't even care about you let alone your feelings for him in the slightest bit. He is solely using your vulnerability to his advantage. In all honesty, he only engages in relationship with you because he thinks you would be useful to assist him with his daily needs. You're a gullible person who simply follows all his orders like a servant, only thinking you only do this out of love and casting aside the fact you're being manipulated by your own boyfriend. He asks for breakfast? You make one for him. He tells you to wash all his clothes while he play games? You gladly do so. This goes on for a while until you realize how wrong this is and confronts Seishiro about it. The result, he never give a flying fuck. Instead, Seishiro manipulates you into thinking this is your own fault and makes you feel much worse.

“So...what's your point actually? You're blaming me over your own stupidity?”

“You're really dumb, Y/n. So dumb that it took you this long to notice.”

“Apologize? I never do anything wrong. It isn't like I hit you or anything.”

OLIVER AIKU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ We all know what this man is capable of; cheating. From the start of the relationship, he has dropped countless obvious hints. During date, you will always find his eyes lingering on other people as he “admires” them with a lustful smirk on his face. When you confront him, Oliver just brushes it off and says you're overreacting. It doesn't matter how many times you scold him, he will repeat his doing. And as time passes, he straightout flirts with anyone that catches his interest right in front of you. Daring to even exchange number while his lips curves into a seductive smirk. He barely has time for you and frequently leaving the house to have fun with his “friends”, which turns out to be his secret lover, one that he has been cheating on you with for a long time.

“Jeez, you're overreacting too much. I'm just being nice to them.”

“What's wrong with getting their number? You know me, I like making new friends!”

“Come on...can you just be open-minded and let me do anything I want? I can date anyone I want besides you. You have no control over my life.”

RIN ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ You and Rin were like dream lovers, perfect for each other and completed each other's heart. That's it, until the dispute between Rin and his older brother happened that drastically changed him...and his relationship with you. Rin is not as sweet and as caring he used to be, solely focusing on his goal to surpass and beat his older brother in their unhealthy rivalry. He has become more distant and acts colder toward you. There is no spark of joy in the relationship anymore, with Rin drifting apart from you and you hurting from his cold-hearted treatment. You try to be there for him, supporting him in his journey to be the best striker to prove to his older brother but your efforts are often overlooked and left unappreciated by Rin. In fact, he sees you as a nuisance rather than his biggest supporter.

“I don't have time for you. Screw off, (Y/n).”

“You interrupted my practice to tell me to fucking rest? Are you telling me to laze around?”

“From now on, stop visiting me during practice. You are a fucking nuisance.”

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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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hi!! i love how your head canons aren’t ooc! for part 3 of red flags could you possibly do karasu and barou?? thank you literally love you 🫶🫶🫶

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 3 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : yoichi isagi , meguru bachira , shoei barou , tabito karasu

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : none

YOICHI ISAGI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Yoichi IS NOT toxic. He is a loving boyfriend who cares so much for you. But there are certain aspects of his that get on your nerve sometime. Yoichi is highly competitive whenever you play games with him and he is not even aware of this side of his. The way he would always glare when you win against him and how he would demand for a rematch many times until he wins. He will not stop unless you begin raising your voice at him. Yoichi can't really read your facial expression too. When you are angry at him and glare at him warningly to leave you alone, he thinks you're hungry instead. So he won't leave you alone to cool down and keep bothering you to eat. Yeah, he doesn't even know that he just adds more fuel to the fire instead of putting it out with water.

“Hey, why the grumpy face? You hungry?”

“(Y/n), stop avoiding me! What did I do??.”

MEGURU BACHIRA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Just like Yoichi, he isn't toxic and his red flags aren't technically bad. Meguru, in short term, is way too hyperactive. His energy is over the chart and it seems like he has way too much energy to spend that it's limitless. You can barely keep up with him especially when you both go out on date. It's never peaceful, it's full of STRESS. You keep losing sight of him and the next you know, you find him at game arcade playing Whack-A-Mole. The date feels more like babysitting a kid instead of spending quality time with your boyfriend. Meguru doesn't seem to understand personal boundaries too. He pulls pranks on you many times although you tell him not to. The pranks may be harmless but it pisses you off when he does it on daily basis. He is overly clingy and needy, constantly bothering you even when you're extremely occupied. He won't leave you alone unless his demands are met. It's tiring, dealing with him, but you love this part of Meguru too. You can't even scold him because you don't have the heart to do so.

“(Y/n), don't be so mean...cuddle me now!!”

“HAHAHAH! LOOK AT YOU! Drenched in water now!!”

“Don't care if you're busy. Let's watch some movies!”

SHOEI BAROU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Shoei is just too...dishonest and stubborn. To him, showing his true emotions and vulnerable side is considered weak. Hence, he is never honest with you. Not even once. He is persistently stubborn and unnecessarily harsh toward you most of the time, although he doesn't intend to hurt your feelings. He never thank you when you give him gifts, he never smile when you confess his love to him and he never show any sign of him loving you. Although he actually loves you a lot. This leads you to believe he just forces himself to date you which explains his cold-heartedness toward you. When misunderstanding breaks out between you and him, his ego will not allow him to mend the relationship. This extreme tsundere side of him is destroying his relationship with you. The relationship could have been the healthiest one ever if only he chooses to be honest.

“Do I love you or not? Are you blind? We're dating, it's so obvious. How could you ask such stupid question as if you're doubting me.”

“Why the hell I need to show efforts? Being together is enough.”

TABITO KARASU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Tabito is kind and caring. However, his hatred for surprises always annoy you. His reaction toward the surprises you specially prepare for him is immensely disappointing. He just stares at the gift you did your hardest to get for him, only for him to scowl at you and scold you for surprising him. Even though the gifts are actually something he has always dreamed to have. He may accept the gifts, but he never thank you for them. He just looks moody all day after receiving the surprised gifts. And the next time you decide to give him gifts, he just chooses one straight out from any shop and let you pay for it. Tabito is also too observant. He knows too much about yourself just from analyzing your behavior patter and many more. Sometime, he brings out topics you never ever want to mention to anyone, even him. He thinks he is qualified to give you advice to resolve your situation although you never ask for any. Sometime, he even questions why you keep stressing out over the same reasons and doesn't hesitate to ask you about it. this side of him really gets on your nerve. He isn't helping, he makes you feel worse and annoyed with him.

“Why can't you understand such simple rule? I don't like surprises."

“Why don't you do this to solve your issue? It's so obvious to think of this from the beginning.”

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“CAN'T LET GO” he refused to be separated from you...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : ryusei shidou

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, yandere!shidou, slight nsfw, reader asks for breakup

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ RYUSEI was cuddling you happily, his arm securely wrapped around your waist before he pulled you closer to him until there was no gap left between you and him. He began planting tempting kisses on your neck, smirking in delight when he earned a soft moan from you.

You weren't feeling it today. In fact, your mind was in mess. You were scared to tell Ryusei but you knew you couldn't keep this to yourself much longer. Sooner or later, this was bound to happen. The burden in your chest was too heavy for you to carry on your own.

Whatever the outcome, you were ready to face it. It might hurt you, it might break you to pieces. But how long were you supposed to keep this thought to yourself? How much longer were you willing to put up with Ryusei?

"Ryu, please." Your voice sounded too meek, full of concern. "Not now... I'm not in the mood." You admitted, gently pushing him away. Ryusei immediately apologized and hugged you lovingly instead. "Oh, love. I'm so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Your heart was tearing to pieces as you heard the obvious worries in his voice. God, you were in dilemma. Ryusei was perfect, a perfect partner for you. Loving, caring, considerate, kind, sweet.

He might be sexually active and addicted to touching you intimately but not even once he forced you into intercourse with him. He always started it slow first, seeing your reaction to determine whether you wanted it or not or asked for your consent first.

But one thing about him that you couldn't handle anymore; his violence toward people around. 

Ryusei was way too possessive and obsessive. He didn't hesitate to raise his fist against others who glanced at you, whether it was a woman or man. He treated everyone with equal treatment. Even if they were clearly weaker than him and in disadvantage at fight, he would beat them to death.

His jealousy issue was superincumbent. People around were terrified to approach you because of his violent behavior. He was a danger to everyone else...except you.

There was one time a friend of yours was beaten up to pulp. Ryusei saw them talking to you and smiling at you. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the floor as you stared at Ryusei in horror. His tanned face stained with your friend's blood, his bloody fist mercilessly punched their face until their face was completely swollen to the point they were unrecognizable.

This led to a fallout between Ryusei and your parents. You thought he wouldn't do anything to them but alas, even your parents weren't an exception. Ryusei threatened them to not get in the way of his relationship with you or he would take you far away from the until they couldn't see you again.

To avoid more bloodshed, you agreed to Ryusei to live with him. You didn't want to lose your parents after losing all your friends. You loved Ryusei so much. He was the only partner who had treated you well, compared to your previous partner. His only flaw was his jealousy issue and his violent side that became danger to others.

Your parents had advised you many times to leave Ryusei. But your heart still belonged to him hence you were reluctant to do so. Yet, as time passed, you realized it was wiser to end the relationship before everything goes out of control.

And today might change your life forever after this. Whether for the better or for the worse, you wouldn't know unless you take a leap of faith.

"It's alright... I'm okay. It's just-"

"What's it, (Y/n)? Something on your mind?"

"Y-yes... actually I..."

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath. Calm down and slowly tell me what's worrying you.."

Your heart was aching. Ryusei was very worried of you without knowing your true plan. Were you cruel for trying to do this to him? Was this the right move?

"Ryusei, I..."

It was time. You had to brace yourself for the outcome.

"I want to break up."

It took Ryusei a moment for him fathom your words. He stared at you in disbelief. "What?" his voice was cracking a little. Ryusei shot a look of exasperation as his gaze met with yours. However, you avoided eye contact with him, hanging your head low.

"No, no. This can't be happening. (Y/n), why? What did I do? Did I hurt you? Did I unintentionally force you before? I'm sorry if that happened! I was unaware-"

"No, you never hurt me. But you keep hurting everyone around us."

Your voice was shaking as you finally told Ryusei the reasons behind your attempt to break up. He fell into silence, his face that was clouded with anxiousness suddenly went expressionless. He raised an eyebrow, confused by your words.

"What about them? I purely intend to protect our relationship from third party. We can't let anyone ruin us... There is nothing wrong with that-"

"THERE IS! How could you not realize it?! Ryusei, you- you don't know your limits! You rough up people around so severely as if you purposefully intend to end their life—"

"Yeah, I do. That's what they got for seducing you!"

"They WEREN'T! How could you accuse them of such horrid indictment?! They were innocent! They didn't do anything to endanger our relationship!"

You got up from the couch, rubbing your face in devastation. Tears rolled down your face. You felt disappointed with his lack of empathy toward others. Ryusei stood up as well and grasped your shoulder gently. He couldn't bear seeing tears staining your face.

"Oh, love... I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you like this."

"Stop it. You keep apologizing but you always repeat the same mistake no matter how many times I told you."

"Hey, hey. I promise from the bottom of my heart this time. I won't...get violent with people around again, okay? So please, don't leave me. Let's stay together...forever."

"No...no..."

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. Look at me."

You didnt do as he said but Ryusei pinched your chin, turning your head to face him. He was smiling warmly at you. After all the harsh words you spat at him, he still wore the same warm smile you adored so much.

Ryusei cupped your cheeks, brushing off the tears. He planted a kiss on your forehead. "I swear...I swear I won't repeat that mistake in the future." He promised before pulling you into an embrace. He rubbed small circles on your back.

Ryusei acknowledged his limit to this promise. He realized it was impossible to contain himself from lashing out but if this was the only way to convince you to stay, he was willing to make more empty promises. Although he knew he would be labelled as liar again. He didn't care. His only concern was you; he wanted you and you alone.

You couldn't do this anymore. Your heart clenched in sadness. In the end, you didn't have enough strength to leave him. You didn't want to lose all this. His warm embrace, his bright presence, his gentle touch. You wanted to stay with him.

You were aware it was impossible to leave Ryusei. Because you would always find yourself going back to him regardless what happen. You broke down in the embrace, returning the hug at last. Ryusei smirked, knowing he had won your trust back effortlessly, again.

"...you promise?"

"I promise, (Y/n). I promise... I love you so I will keep my promise to the best of my ability. For you."

"You promise to not get violent, for me?"

"Yes, my love... I promise."

His soothing voice sounded too convincing for you to depict it as mere bluff. You nodded, believing in his words and even having stronger faith in him.

"I'm really sorry for bursting out like that, Ryu..."

"Don't be. You were stressed out because people kept pressuring you. I will make sure they won't bother us again."

Ryusei wasn't offended in the slightest bit. He looked into your eyes, his bright pink gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"You know...I love you so much. I love you more than anyone else. You are my first and last love." Ryusei's arms wrapped around your waist, his hand dangerously moved down to your rear.

"I want to show you how much I adore you...again and again..."

You let out a soft whimper as Ryusei once again pressed tender kisses on your neck. You didn't push him away this time. Your finger entangled in his lock, string of moans escaping your mouth as he spoiled your neck with kisses.

"I love you too, Ryu...so much. So please...never stop loving me."

Ryusei smirked in your neck when he heard the familiar submissiveness in your voice. He knew he would never lose you. He had his own ways to make you stay through the most subtle way possible. He would do anything, anything to stay with you forever.

Because he couldn't let go of you. Never.

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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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“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 4 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : rensuke kunigami , jinpachi ego , eita otoya , jyubei aryu

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : toxic relationship

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI [WILDCARD]

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ It doesn't take you long to realize how distant you are with your boyfriend, Rensuke. He no longer contacts you, texts you 'good morning' and 'good night', no late-night calls. He ghosts you out of nowhere which make you worried. Even though now he is allowed to call anyone during his stay in Blue Lock Program. When you come over to visit him at Blue Lock facility, Rensuke pretends like he has never met you and avoid you. You confront him about it and at that point, you realize you're talking to a different person- he isn't your boyfriend. He is cold-hearted, ruthless, stoic and harsh toward you. He never raise his voice at you but his venomous words still stung your heart. He hurts your feelings on purpose, he tells you the last things you would ever hear from him. Though you shed tears in front of him, he never hug you or comfort you. You can't feel his comfortable warmth and gentle kindness anymore. In the end, he discards you from his life like you mean nothing to him.

"You mean nothing to me. Never appear before me again."

"This relationship is a waste of time."

JINPACHI EGO

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Jin is emotionally detached from you. He can't feel your emotions which make it difficult for him to comprehend your emotional state. When you're upset, he never bother to comfort you because he doesn't know what is upsetting you. He tries to provide consolation, only for his words to come out wrong and you misunderstanding his intention. This always results with you arguing with him and him never show the effort to console or win your heart back. In fact, he becomes harsher toward you. At some point, he gets annoyed with the constant argument and your breakdown that he decides to end the relationship without properly explaining everything to you first.

"You're stupid for crying over such thing."

"You're not insecure, you just don't have enough confidence."

"Stop getting upset over every little inconvenience."

EITA OTOYA

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is basically Oliver 2.0 except that he never bother to hide the fact he wants to cheat from the beginning. If Oliver is being subtle before exposing his real intention, Eita straight out cheats in front of you. You lose count on how many times you see him staring at other people from the beginning you both start dating. He only focuses on you when you ask him for a kiss and he is more than willing to give you one. But much to your misfortune, you know those lips are the same lips that kiss his other scandals. He is not ashamed of the fact he is cheating on you. This fact is as clear as day. He even kisses one of his scandals in front of you and introduces you as his friend. He knows you are too kind to prohibit him from cheating because you love him a lot. His relationship with you only happen on impulse. He never care about your feelings since he lacks emotional attachment.

"You don't like my attitude? Okay, then. Let's break up."

"We're not married so I don't belong to you."

JYUBEI ARYU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He doesn't exactly have prominent red flags that make him an entirely toxic person but some part of his behavior irritates you sometime. He loves his appearance and his hair is his pride and joy. He wants you look good as well so sometime he offers you advice on fashion and dressing style. He keeps pestering you to take good care of your appearance until you get very annoyed with him. This gets really bad to the extent you feel like he never appreciate you for who you are and try to turn you into his ideal lover who can stand on the same level as him. He tells you to follow his steps so you can become as stylish at him. It gets irritating really irritating that sometime you treat him harshly. Even though he actually means well and only wishes to bring out the best from you.

"Hey, (Name), I bought this new skincare product. It can help with your acne problem."

"I'm not...saying you look hideous. I just want my love to look good."

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“CHEER UP” he will do anything to put a smile on your face

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : ryusei shidou

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, soft!ryusei

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ A BOUQUET of (f/flower) and a box of special chocolates. Ryusei was carrying them while he skipped his way to your house. He already imagined your reaction to the gifts. Especially the special chocolate for tonight. He knew you would be as exhilarated as him.

The tanned man went all the way out to dress himself fancily today. His hair was not styled in the usual away, left in natural form as he remembered how much you drooled over him with his hair down before. Pitch black compress shirt hugging his muscular physique. He had never worn like this before but apparently, according to some of your secret spicy notes he accidentally read before, anyone of any gender wearing this kind of clothing immediately made you drop down on your knees.

He wondered how would you react after seeing him.

Standing outside your entrance door, Ryusei proceeded to ring the doorbell. He waited for a good minute yet no one answered the door. Confused, he rang the doorbell for the second time. Disappointingly, nobody welcomed him in.

'Entering without their permission doesn't mean I'm breaking in. I'm just surprising them!' The soccer player thought optimistically. Unlocking the gate of the property, Ryusei casually turned the doorknob of your house. Unexpectedly, the door was unlocked. Now, he, being the caring yet obsessive boyfriend he was, felt his heart dropped.

'Did something happen to my love..?' His face darkened with murderous intent at the thought of someone harming you. Ryusei placed the bouquet and chocolates box on the kitchen counter, silently making his way upstairs to your room. You were staying home alone due to your parents travelling for work.

Now standing outside your room, Ryusei pushed open the door wider. To his relief, he saw you lying on your bed, unaware of his presence. Sobbing filled the dark room and his worry for you worsened. "(Y/n)?" He called you out softly. Shocked to hear another voice besides yours, you removed the comforter concealing your figure.

"Ryu...?" you spoke up with croaked voice. Ryusei hurried to your side and sat down on your bed. "Love, what's wrong?" He asked, gripping your shoulders. You wiped away the tears that seemed to trickle down your face continuously. His smile faltered, his eyes filled with worry never averting from your face.

Not wanting to force an answer out of you, Ryusei pulled you into a hug and rubbed small circles on your back. "There, there... I'm here for you now. Cry your heart out, alright?" He whispered into your ear. Something inside you snapped and you hugged him tightly. Your cries became louder and you wailed from the top of your lungs in the arms of your beloved boyfriend. Your shaking hands clutched the back of his black compress shirt.

Ryusei no longer felt horny like he did earlier since he just witnessed you bawling your eyes out.

'Must be one of their episodes.. It isn't a new thing to see them suddenly crying their heart out when they are alone. I should do something to cheer my love up.' Ryusei schemed a perfect plan in his head.

Ryusei broke apart from you, and then took your hands in his. You confusedly blinked your teary eyes at him. Before you knew it, you were dragged out of the bedroom to downstairs.

"R-Ryu, where are we going?"

"Somewhere fun, where sadness can't have its way with you!"

"But I'm...ugly..." You admitted, pointing out the fact you weren't as well-dressed as him right now.

"You look hella fine already, love!"

Ryusei exclaimed excitedly, making his way out of the house with you. You didn't feel like leaving the house but knowing your boyfriend, he would prohibit you being alone right now. You had no way of defying him and his enthusiasm.

After a while, you and Ryusei arrived at the Shinkansen station. You silently sat next to him while the tanned man hummed a song that sounded way too familiar for you.

Ryusei saw the tears glistening in your eyes and knew you needed comfort. With a tender gesture, he offered you one of his earphones, his fingers brushing softly with yours as you accepted.

As you and Ryusei leaned in close, the music weaved a delicate tapestry of memories, each note stirring emotions long buried. With every chord, you were transported back to moments of laughter and tenderness, ones that you shared with your only love, Ryusei. When you shifted your gaze to him, his eyes shut close as his smile decorated his handsome face.

Your heart was swelling with warmth and affection. You hooked your arms with his, holding him for dear life. A few globs of tears rolled down your face, touched by his kindness.

Several moments passed, the Shinkansen arrived at the destination. Ryusei eagerly engulfed your hand in his, then stormed out of the train.

"Ryu, slow down! I can't run as fast as you!"

"Then!"

Ryusei swiftly picked you up bridal style mid-running, then continued sprinting his way as if your weight amounted to nothingness to him. You freaked out, frightened by the speed he was running at.

"Ryu! Maybe we should ride the cab!"

"It's not that far from train station! I can manage! Plus, this is more romantic!"

"Everyone is watching-"

"Who cares! They are just jealous of us!"

Ryusei remained stubborn, refusing to listen to your suggestion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shutting your eyes close. You could feel the wind brushing against your skin.

Once you felt as if the world had stopped turning, you parted your eyes open back. Ryusei put you down, breathing raggedly. In the end, he used out all his stamina to reach this place, the place he had been dying to show to you.

'I plan to bring them here on their birthday but..early birthday present doesn't sound so bad.' He grinned, awaiting your reaction.

You were in awe.

Your eyes widened in wonder as you beheld the scene before you. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, sending ripples dancing across the surface of the pristine lake. The water glimmered like a mirror, reflecting the lush greenery that enveloped its shores. Birds chirped melodiously in the background, adding to the symphony of nature.

"There's such place in the middle of the city..?" You exclaimed in disbelief.

Your gasp echoed in the tranquil air as you turned to your boyfriend. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he watched you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fucking amazing, right? Found it by chance that one time a cab driver dumped me here since I got no money to pay. I know you abso-fucking-lutely love nature-- second to me of course."

With each step toward the lake, you felt the weight of sadness lift from your shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of serenity. As you gazed at your reflection shimmering in the crystalline waters, a wave of tranquility washed over you. The beauty of the scene seemed to seep into your soul, dispelling the clouds of doubt and worry that had plagued you earlier.

Ryusei walked beside you. Tears welled in your eyes once more, but they were no longer borne of sorrow-- it was of overwhelming joy and gratitude. You surged forward and hugged him, sobbing in his arms softly.

"Thanks... I really love this place. Thank you, Ryu."

"Anything for you, my love♡"

Ryusei kissed the top of your head, grinning from ear-to-ear. He was always the happiest man on earth when he saw you smiling and happy. You chuckled, burying your face in his toned chest.

Untangling yourself from Ryusei, your gaze fixed on his clothes. Heat spread across your cheeks upon noticing the sleeveless compress shirt he was wearing, showing perfect curves and muscles of his physique. His grin widened before he encircled your waist in his arms.

"You love it? I wear this only for you, baby."

"You are so gorgeous wearing that.."

Cupping his cheeks, you praised Ryusei from the bottom of your heart. Delighted, he smashed his lips against yours, his tongue dancing in your mouth.

"I'm glad. Now...how about we sit down and enjoy the scenery? Take all the time you need to stay here."

"Okay!"

Feeling energetic again, you grabbed his hand and led Ryusei to a bench nearby. Without you knowing, a smirk curved on the man's lips as a naughty idea struck him.

'Now we can recreate that spicy scene we saw in that one movie. Surrounded by nature, their favourite thing, and doing my favourite thing at the same time. A win-win for us surely♡'

He couldn't wait to show you his next spontaneous surprise.

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“IN THE WAKE OF STARS” he realized he's at wrong, but at what cost?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : toxic relationship, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU never imagined that love could feel like this — like standing at the edge of a cliff, heart in your throat, staring into a void of unspoken words and lost time. Yet, here you are, watching him — Michael — the man you’ve loved for two years, the man who made you feel like you weren’t even real anymore.

“You’re always so clingy,” he spits the words like they’re a chore to say. "It’s pathetic."

It wasn’t always like this. You remember the early days, when his smile lit up rooms and his laughter was like music you could dance to. Michael, with his blond hair tousled perfectly, his sharp eyes full of ambition, was intoxicating. He had a fire in him, a drive to be better, to be more than everyone else.

You admired him for that, at first. Maybe you even envied him a little. But the closer you got to him, the more you realized how fragile that confidence was, how much of it was a performance for the world. And as that fragile arrogance grew, so did his cruelty.

Michael would stand in front of the mirror, tracing the blue rose tattoo on his neck, a symbol he claimed was for achieving the impossible. You would stand in the doorway, trying to remind him that he didn’t need to be impossible for you. You just wanted him to be there. To be present.

But he wasn’t. Not for you.

“You should’ve known what you were getting into,” he said once, during one of those long nights where you barely spoke, and when you did, it was only to wound each other. “I’m not like anyone else. I’m going to be the best. And you? You’re just… here.”

Just here. That was all you’d become to him — an afterthought. An accessory to his rise, nothing more. Your heart twisted every time he looked at you like that, like you were nothing. But still, you stayed. You thought if you could just be patient, if you could love him enough, he’d eventually see you again. The way he did in the beginning.

But Michael’s world didn’t have space for anyone else. He was the star of his own life, and everyone else, including you, was just a background actor. And yet, you stayed.

Until the night it all fell apart.

“Are you cheating on me?” His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth or trust. The accusation hit you like a punch to the stomach.

“What?” Your voice cracked, disbelief flooding your chest. “Michael, I would never—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He leaned in, his blue eyes hard, piercing, a storm of jealousy and superiority brewing in their depths. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been talking to Alexis. Do you think I’m stupid?”

Tears stung your eyes. You had only talked to Alexis because he was one of the few people who actually saw you, who noticed how small and invisible you had become in Michael’s shadow.

“I’m not cheating on you, Michael,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “But maybe if you paid more attention to me, you wouldn’t feel so threatened by someone who actually listens.”

For a moment, his expression faltered. Just for a second, you saw something human flicker in his eyes — doubt, fear, something close to regret. But then it was gone, replaced by that same arrogance.

“If you can’t be loyal, then leave,” he said, stepping back, his tone dismissive. “I don’t need you.”

That was it. That was the moment you broke.

Something inside you shattered, something that had been holding you together all this time. You weren’t angry anymore; you were just empty. Hollow. His words no longer had the power to hurt you because you had nothing left to feel.

So you left.

You packed your things that night, your hands shaking but your heart numb. Michael didn’t try to stop you. He didn’t say a word. And you didn’t look back.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself drifting closer to Alexis. He was kind, gentle, and in the quiet moments you spent together, you remembered what it felt like to be seen. To be heard.

Michael noticed. Of course he did.

At first, he didn’t care. Why should he? He was Michael Kaiser, the man who couldn’t be touched by anyone. But then he saw you laughing with Alexis. He saw the way your eyes lit up, the way you smiled — a smile he hadn’t seen in months, if not longer.

And suddenly, it hit him. The loneliness. The emptiness. The realization that the person he had taken for granted, the one who had always been there, was now smiling for someone else.

One evening, he showed up at your door.

"Y/n." His voice was softer than you remembered, quieter. “We need to talk.”

You stared at him, the man who had once been your whole world, standing there like a ghost of the past. You didn’t want to let him in. But some part of you, that old part that still remembered the good times, hesitated.

So you let him in.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, pacing the room like a caged animal. “About us. About… me.”

You stayed silent, arms crossed over your chest. You couldn’t trust your voice, couldn’t trust yourself not to break down if you spoke.

“I was wrong,” he said finally, stopping to look at you. There was something in his eyes now that you hadn’t seen before — vulnerability. “I pushed you away. I got so caught up in trying to be… something, I didn’t see what I was doing to you.”

“Kaiser,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too late.”

He flinched as though your words had physically hit him. “No. It’s not. We can fix this. I can fix this. I’ll do better, I swear.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t understand. I loved you, Michael. I gave you everything I had, and it still wasn’t enough for you.”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I know, and I’m sorry. I was— I was so focused on surpassing everyone, I didn’t realize I was leaving you behind.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to hold yourself together. “Do you even hear yourself? You still think this is about you. It’s always been about you.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He stood there, frozen, as the truth settled in.

“You can’t fix this,” you said, your voice breaking. “I’m broken, Kaiser. Because of you.”

He stepped forward, desperate now, his arrogance gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. “Please, Y/n. I’ll change. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

But it was too late. The cracks he had put in you had run too deep. The love you once had for him was gone, buried beneath the weight of his indifference, his cruelty. You had nothing left to give.

“I can’t,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michael stood there, watching you cry, watching the last remnants of your relationship crumble before his eyes. And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t the star. He was just another person who had lost the one thing that mattered.

You turned away from him, your heart shattered but resolute. This was the end.

And as he walked out of your life, you couldn’t help but wonder if he finally understood what it felt like to be left behind.

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“KICK AND CRUSHES” when childish rivalry took an unexpected turn

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : hyoma chigiri

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU can't believe it. Of all the people in the world to be stuck with, it had to be him-Hyoma Chigiri. The same Hyoma who kicked a soccer ball into your face back in elementary school. The same Hyoma who became your sworn enemy from that day forward. And now? The same Hyoma who you have to share a dorm room with.

It's like the universe is playing some cruel joke.

You stand there at the check-in counter of the boarding school dormitory, holding your key in one hand and your glaring stare in the other. Hyoma stands beside you, slouched against his suitcase, looking equally annoyed.

"This has to be some kind of mistake," you mutter, shaking your head.

"No mistake," Hyoma drawls lazily, peeking at the key in his hand. "We're roommates."

"Roommates? With you? Oh, hell nah," you snap back, eyes narrowing at him.

Hyoma gives a half-hearted shrug, as if your hatred for him is just another Tuesday. "Look, Y/N, I ain't thrilled about this either. I rather stay in isolation room at jail than looking at your face first thing in the morning everytime I wake up."

The dorm receptionist looks between the two of you, already exhausted by the exchange. "I assure you, the system doesn't make mistakes. Room 204 is yours. Enjoy your stay."

Enjoy. Ha. You laugh internally at the absurdity of that word. This is going to be anything but enjoyable.

You throw your bags onto the bed closest to the window, claiming it as your own. The space is small, just two beds crammed into a room with barely enough space for the both of you to coexist. But you're not about to lose round one to Hyoma. Not today.

"Seriously, how the heck did happen?" you grumble, unpacking your things with unnecessarily aggressive energy. "Stupid system. Did they think this guy is a chick like me? At least I ain't in danger.." you mumble to yourself while unpacking.

Hyoma, lounging on his bed with the grace of someone who doesn't care about anything, just smirks. "Luck, I guess."

"More like bad luck," you mutter, shoving your clothes into the drawer. "And this is your fault, anyway."

"My fault?" Hyoma raises an eyebrow. "What part of the room assignment process involves me? I'm a student like you, idiot!"

You glare at him. "I'm talking about elementary school! You still owe me for kicking that ball straight into my face!"

He blinks, tilting his head in mock confusion. "You're still mad about that? For real? Y/N, it has been like, five, six years."

"I was embarrassed at school because of you! I had to walk around with a black eye for a week!"

Hyoma snorts, clearly amused by your indignation. "At least you have a reason to cosplay as pirate at school everyday."

"Pirates have eye patches, not black eyes, dumbass!"

He stretches his arms behind his head, his smirk growing wider. "Same difference."

Oh, he thinks this is funny. You'll show him funny.

It doesn't take long before the petty revenge starts. Every little thing Hyoma does, you counter with your own passive-aggressive response. He leaves the light on while you're trying to sleep? Fine. You blast loud music while he's trying to study. He eats your snacks from the mini-fridge? You hide his shoes under the bed where he'll never find them. It's a cycle of back-and-forth, an unspoken war between two people who refuse to back down.

One evening, after a particularly long day of classes, you walk into the dorm room and find Hyoma sitting at the desk, casually munching on your favorite bag of chips.

"Oh, you did not," you hiss, stomping over to him.

He looks up, feigning innocence. "What? They were just sitting there."

You snatch the bag out of his hands, glaring daggers at him. "Do you have no respect for other people's property?"

"Do you have no respect for a man's hunger?" he retorts.

"That's it!" you declare, grabbing the nearest thing you can find-a half-eaten sandwich from your bag-and chuck it at him.

Hyoma dodges, but the sandwich still smacks him in the shoulder. "I JUST WASH THIS- OH, screw it. It's war now."

Before you know it, the two of you are throwing food at each other like children. The room quickly turns into a battlefield of sandwiches, chips, and whatever else you can find. You're both shouting insults, laughing in between, completely lost in the absurdity of it all.

"Your aim suck!" you yell, flinging a piece of bread at his head.

"You run like a chicken in heat!" he fires back, tossing a slice of cheese in your direction.

You're both breathless, still hurling insults when suddenly, you collapse on the floor, completely exhausted. Hyoma does the same, falling next to you as the food war comes to a truce. You're both lying on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in silence, catching your breath.

The silence stretches for a while before you finally speak, your voice quieter this time. "We've been acting like idiots, haven't we?"

Hyoma lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, pretty much."

You turn your head slightly to look at him. His face is flushed from all the exertion, and you can't help but laugh. "All this over a soccer ball."

You laugh, the sound light and easy for once. It's the first time in a long while that you're not annoyed with him, not plotting your next move to get under his skin. You're just... here. And surprisingly, it feels kind of nice.

"I guess we were both being petty," you admit, staring back up at the ceiling.

Hyoma hums in agreement. "Yeah. Kind of pointless, when you think about it."

You fall into a comfortable silence again, both of you too tired to continue the usual banter. The room feels different now, like a shift has happened between you. It's subtle, but it's there.

Then Hyoma speaks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Actually, Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

You turn your head toward him, curious. "What?"

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling as if he's trying to find the right words. Then, with a deep breath, he says it.

"I used to have a crush on you when we were kids."

The words hang in the air like a bomb, and you feel your heart stop for a second. He DID NOT just drop that out of nowhere!

What? A crush? On you?

You sit up quickly, staring at him like he's grown two heads. "W-What the hell did you just say?"

Hyoma props himself up on his elbows, giving you a sheepish grin. "I had a crush on you. Back in elementary school. Before, you know, I accidentally kicked that ball into your face."

You blink, your brain struggling to process this new information. "You are tripping." you were yet to believe him. You thought he was still attempting to take petty revenges at you by playing with your feelings.

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Nope, this is real. I thought you were cute. But then, well..the whole soccer ball thing happened, and, uh, things kind of spiraled from there. You avoided me and hated on me. It made me sad, to be honest."

You can't believe what you're hearing. All this time, you've been holding onto that grudge, and Hyoma... liked you? Your face turns red, and you quickly look away, your heart racing for reasons you don't quite understand.

"Well," you mumble, trying to compose yourself, "you've got a weird way of showing affection."

He laughs, the sound light and genuine. "Yeah, I guess I do."

There's a strange, fluttery feeling in your chest now, and you're not sure if it's because of the exhaustion from the food fight or because of what Hyoma just said. Either way, you find yourself suddenly very aware of how close he's sitting to you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and for the first time, you don't feel the usual urge to throw something at him. Instead, you feel... something else. Something confusing. Something that makes your face heat up even more.

Hyoma must notice the change in your demeanor because his teasing smirk softens into something more sincere. "You okay?"

You nod, a little too quickly. "Y-Yeah. Just... I never expected that."

He chuckles again, lying back down on the floor. "Yeah, I figured."

You stay sitting for a moment longer, your mind racing with thoughts you never expected to have about Hyoma. The same Hyoma who annoyed you, who stole your snacks, who kicked a soccer ball into your face. And yet, as you look at him now, lying there with that soft smile on his face, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you don't hate him as much as you thought you did.

Maybe you never really hated him at all.

The next few days are... different. There's still banter, still teasing, but the animosity between you and Hyoma seems to have melted away. You no longer feel the urge to plot revenge, and he doesn't go out of his way to annoy you as much anymore. It's strange, but also kind of nice.

And every now and then, when you catch him looking at you with that small, soft smile, your heart does that weird fluttery thing again.

Maybe this whole roommate situation isn't so bad after all.

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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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