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Sae Itoshi x Injured! Male reader ||All the Bandaids In The World||

Requests are back! <3 Fem aligned DNI

Note: Reader is a little blunt in this one

"(m/n)...what the fuck did you do?" Sae looked down at you sitting on the floor of your shared penthouse. "I fell down the stairs" you stated, maintaining with eye contact with the older Itoshi.

This was 3rd time that he has found you at the bottom on the stairs this week either sitting or just laying on the floor sprawled out like a starfish.

Sae sighs as he picks your body up from the wooden floor. "I'm not hurt Sae" you assured him, but didn't fight against his hold on you. "I still have to make sure (m/n)" Sae set you down on a couch and went off to grab something.

You decided to just lay down and not move until your red headed boyfriend came back.

Sae came back with a first aid kit in hand and with an ice pack. "Are you gonna sit up or are you just gonna lay there hun?" Sae asked. "I'm too tired to sit up Sae..." you mumbled into the pillow, but loud enough for Sae to hear. "Alright then" Sae sighed as he began to check your body for any bruises or any other injuries.

Everything was fine until Sae reached your legs, "(m/n), care to explain all these bruises and cuts on your legs?" Sae placed a hand on one of your bruises. You visibly flinched at the action.

"I spiked myself during hurdle training..." you explain, with your face still stuffed with the pillow you were holding to your face. "And what about the bruises on your lower back?" Sae questioned, still not satisfied with your answer. "High jump...I hit the bar a lot yesterday"

Sae decided to not press any further and began to treat the cuts and bruises. "Hun you're supposed to tell me when you're injured or just treat them yourself" this wasn't the first time that Sae has had to find out the hard way that you were injured.

One time, you sprained your ankle, but didn't tell Sae for about a week and a half. He only found out because, when he decided to have a makeout session with you, he was backing you up into a wall and heard a quiet "ow" from you. He asked you if you were injured and you just said that you sprained your ankle.

He scolded you for an hour instead of kissing you for an hour </3

"Hun..you're gonna cost me all of the bandaids in the store if you keep this up" Sae disinfected all of the cuts of your legs. You only hummed and finally sat up. "I want cuddles Sae" you pulled out your arms and made your hands do grabby motions.

Who was Sae to deny his injured boyfriend?

Sae pushed the med kit away and climbed onto the couch with you. "Thank you Sae...for taking care of me.." you cuddled into his chest and dozed off. "Of course hun" Sae held you close and let himself slowly succumb to sleep himself.

YUUUUUH I ACTUALLY GOT 2 UPDATES IN THIS WEEK 😎

Oh mah lord, Sae is such a fine man 😪

Anygays, ciao luvs 😘

SAE IS SO RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

=͟͟͞͞ ★ ... ITOSHI SAE : DEVOTION

tags: gn! reader, religious imagery (ish), prince! sae and knight! reader, strong pining, implied relationship (what kind? that’s a secret :3) summary: your loyalties belong to the Itoshi's but mainly the eldest son, and most remarkably, your prince. extra: yoooooo i just wanted to free this from my drafts. this was a draft of my prev fic affections of a prince which IS INSANE because i scrapped this, anyway enjoy reading ppl!

Your knighthood is legendary, you serve the eldest prince of the eastern kingdom. Itoshi Sae is both your rock and your home. He shelters your battleworn figure and sees past the chainmail, the heavy sword and the flush of battle on your face. The prince knows that you are tired, and that you are scared deep down. He calls you home, tells you that not every battle is one you must fight, tells you that he will always stand by you.

You are solely loyal to the Itoshi’s. This is no secret, you wear their livery, you wear armor forged by their smiths. You know the small tilt of Sae’s head from where he stands with his family in court as he looks at you, is a sign of his silent approval. He never tells you outright that he likes it, but you know the lingering gazes and the endearment in his eyes are no illusion.

Sometimes you think that you are devoted to Sae like he is a man made god. That he can be put on altars and celebrated in revered spaces. That your love and loyalty can be equated to pilgrims longing to be with their god, to travel far and wide to serve them wholeheartedly. Ignoring the ache of sore feet and weary hearts missing home, because your home is with Sae, and the pilgrims with their god.

Everytime you are instated elsewhere other than the castle they say the elder prince is caught in his temper. He does not venture out when you are missing from court. A solitary man, your god is, you love him no less for it. You tell him that he cannot keep hiding when you are out, but he insists that there is no use if you cannot be there with him.

Your grip on the reins of your horse weakens at his words.

“Please my prince,” you plead, your armor is heavy but you are used to its weight. 

Prince Sae is beautiful, he has eyes of aquamarine, and he has hair like pink quartz. He has heard this plea from you many times over, he must be tired, but he never relents. A prince is not born to give into the pleas of those around him, he is born with the knowledge that others must give into his wishes.

“You mustn't,” he says, his gaze is fierce and it burns you. “Stay, you are loyal to me, not my father.”

Your horse whinnies, and your frown. A hand of his comes up to touch your cheek, you try and dissuade him, your hand trying to pull his back down and away from your face. His grip is strong and you wriggle like a captured beast under the skin of his palm. Warm and alluring, you feel drawn to the sensation but you are a knight, you serve for the purpose of your prince’s safety.

“I serve the kingdom too,” you say, feeling the soft pad of a finger rub a shape into your cheek. Tracing over a faint scar somewhere along the way as it wanders. Free and unashamed as he feels the figure of your jaw and the apples of your cheeks. 

Prince Sae is stubborn, he always gets what he wants. He pinches you, oh so lightly before huffing. How unbecoming of your prince, but you love him for every oddity in personality. You see something flash in his eyes, the plea to stay with him here, and avoid harm and be of good health.

He has always said that given enough time, when he is king, he will take care of everything for you. No more days spent over horseback and draped in angular armor and thin chainmail. Your time will be spent alongside him, in court, in whatever position you desire. He will keep you closest, that is how dear you are to the eldest prince. 

“The kingdom is my birthright,” Prince Sae fusses, face curdling the longer he has to force you to stay.

You feel around the side of your saddle, there is a small hunting knife tucked into the worn leather. You slip it out and hold it in one hand before presenting it to him. It is sheathed in leather as well, but clearly unlike your saddle, it has rarely been bitten by the elements and is clearly well taken care of.

“Your safety is my oath,” you pull away from him and press the knife into his free hand. “I swear to words older than both of us that I will keep you safe. Let me defend your kingdom, let me defend our home. I swore to rites ancient and redundant, you must always come before me as the prince.”

Your prince is amused, “And what will I do with a knife?”

“Defend yourself,” you say, moving his hand in a way that allows you to close his fingers over the hilt of the dagger.

He chortles, a rare display and one so tempting to dream of over and over again. 

“So be it,” he takes the dagger and turns it over in one hand. “You may go.”

Painstakingly you pull away from him, and he watches you vanish into the distance. The stables behind you shrink and vanish into nothingness. The further you venture on horseback, the smaller and smaller your prince grows. You don’t have it in you to look back, your courage would diminish had you seen the look of yearning in his eyes. 

Knights rarely have any reason to be impeded by their foolishness, there is little room for any doubt if you are that dedicated to your chivalry. But, on occasion, when you are worlds apart from your prince— in the near future, your sovereign, your only king —you feel your heart tremble and sway at the thought of him missing you just as hard as you do on travels and expeditions.

Sometimes, you feel more tied to your prince than you are to the mantra and dogma of your knighthood.

You still feel his hands on your face when night has fallen and when the distance is too great to fathom.

/

If a god can be worshiped anywhere as long as he has his devoted believers then worship can take any place.

You sit beneath the stars, in front of a fire, and you think of Sae. It is hard to think of anything else when you have him, in soul and in heart. Your bond is more than that of a knight and their prince, you feel like dog and master. Seldom can one doubt the loyalty of a dog, when it sleeps at the feet of its master and it waits unyieldingly, there is nothing else it knows but the feeding hand of its master— owner, if intended lovingly.

He is yonder away, but you feel as if he can be felt right beside you. The jut of his jaw and his eyes, the feel of soft skin and his voice like a hymn in your ears. He is vivid in your mind, colors as bright as that of fine silk tunics and dresses, polished gemstones and the shine of gold. He is as valuable as coins and perhaps even more, dare you say he is priceless. 

Maybe this is love, but it feels so lacking to attribute every burning and aching sensation you have ever felt for the prince to just love. It has to be something more, something grand and fitting for his status. Spun of stars and honey and all the wonder you have yet to experience in the universe, you think that sometimes this is more affliction than affection.

You rest your head on a makeshift cushion and you fall asleep.

In dreams he does not evade you either, should you accuse him of the occult and witchcraft, he seems to haunt you. There is nothing unpleasant about it though, you do things of mundane nature and of adventure and bold euphoria that strum you like a well oiled and magnificently crafted instrument. 

Tonight he spirits you away into the ballroom, no longer a knight but a regular individual. A peasant, sometimes royalty, sometimes you are just yourself. A plain knight, but regardless of how you present, he is always pulling you into his arms, his hands cupping your calloused palms and twirling you around. In other dreams, you dip him and you both laugh under the chandelier and candlelight.

“Dance with me?” He says, dressed immaculately and he extends you his hand.

Graciously and more delighted that you possibly can be, you accept and your dream is full of waltzes and other dances he knows. You have never been taught to dance, all your childhood went into shaping you into the perfect soldier, so you sparsely know the steps or when to turn. But your prince is patient, and he teaches you, guiding you and ensuring you don’t step on his feet.

When you wake, you go without any kind of noise and you hope to return sooner.

You yearn to return to where the land is holy and where your god rests. 

/

You return to your quarters after a month. 

Duties of protecting the people and upkeeping the peace is a taxing job. But a rewarding one nonetheless, so despite your exhaustion, you are aglow with joy and gratitude for being able to give aid and protect. You dwell little on your deeds when you enter your room and dispel yourself of your armor.

Each metal piece is taken off with deliberate care. The helmet, the chest piece, the boots and your cuffs. You strip them all and leave them on your worn armor stand. Your absence has left it slightly dusty and noisy when you fit each piece onto it as if you were putting it on yourself.

Once you are freed, you lay on your bed and you fall asleep.

Your dreams are garbled, they lack any kind of direction and you scarcely remember them when you wake. The first thing you register is the fact that you have a blanket thrown over you, and that your prince sits to the side of your lowly bed with a large pink fruit in his hands.

“My prince,” you say, voice hoarse from having woken up and you attempt to stand.

He nods, he passes the fruit into one hand, and the other stops you from standing up. It gently pushes you back to the place you lay and it leaves your skin warm. His touch feels like pure sunlight and it makes you feel aglow with how intimate it feels. In all your time as his knight, you have rarely made yourself seen to him without your armor. To have him touch you, and for his hand to only be separated by a blanket, makes you reel and sputter.

“Good evening,” he greets, scanning you from head to toe before relaxing his expression.

“I am unharmed,” you say, “just tired, my prince.”

Sae begins to break the skin of the fruit slowly, the pulp parts to reveal shiny red pieces. Small and vibrant, he breaks off a few from the white flesh and presses them to your lips. Obediently, though confusedly, you part your mouth and accept.

“This is a pomegranate,” he says, picking some of the red pieces and feeding himself. “And, please, it’s just Sae. Only and always for you, my dear.”

The flavor is unique but you find yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you say meekly. “You could have come later, Sae.”

He shrugs, and pulls his chair closer to you. Feeding you more of the pomegranate and beginning to recount any entertaining event that had occurred in your absence. You feel rather endeared by how he allows himself to loosen his personality and shed any kind of appearance he makes. 

It’s oddly intimate, to be fed fruit. To have someone willingly stain their hand with juice and pulp and desecrate the body of a fruit. Pomegranates are sweet yet tart, like fleeting kisses tinged with something unfamiliar. Maybe the desire to stretch the moment so long it eclipses a lifetime.

Sae stays with you until he starts to become sleepy himself, and despite your energy from having fallen asleep earlier, you move to make space in your bed and he lays beside you. Face pressed into the crook of your neck and arms around your waist, it is remarkable how humans fit together, and even more so when you pull him into your arms and play with his hair until his eyes fall shut.

Pilgrims are happiest when they are recognized by their god, happier when they can exist with them. 

Mortal beings are not intended to be found with their god pressed to their side, but perhaps an exception can be made for you. There is some kind of reward for such persevering and sustaining loyalty. 

You look at him where he lays and you can't help but stare.

“One day,” Sae whispers, “I’ll give more than pomegranates.”

“I thought you were asleep,” you laugh softly.

He grunts, inching closer to you despite there being no more space between you.

“You need not, all you are is more than enough for me.”

He smiles, and you return to playing with his hair and admiring him in the lowlight of your room. For as long as you are his knight, he will always be something akin to the divine and you the undying and relentless devotee.

wrong move

sae x reader

genre: fluff

sae has no clue why you’re mad at him. sure, he’s an asshole sometimes, he admits, but he didn’t even say anything bad? besides, aren’t you supposed to be happy after eating? why’re you still mad?

he could only glare at your back, which was a sight you gave him whenever you purposely ignored him, while you brushed through your hair. you had been ignoring him ever since you both visited his parents, which had been a couple of hours ago. how long could you go for? he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

“why’re you upset?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been surrounding the both of you for hours.

“nothing—.”

“shut up and tell me the real answer.” he quickly cut off your attempt to avoid the situation. you let out a deep sigh, now turning around to face him while acting like it was a bother.

“why’d you tell your parents that?” you asked, frown on your lips as you watched his deadpan expression turn into a mix of confusion and disgust—an element he liked to add in a lot of his expressions.

“tell them what?” he was now scanning his brain for all the possible things he could’ve said wrong, but none came to mind. his ignorance only made your frown deepen. how could a man who has been remarked as a genius of his sport be so dumb?

“why’d you tell them i was hungry?” you now crossed your arms, the same upset expression on your face that had sae contemplating if you were serious or not. his brows furrowed further, causing a slight scrunch of his nose that you bit back an awe to.

“what?” he had to ask, pondering if he had heard you right.

“sae, i’m serious.” you indirectly answered, showing that you hadn’t been joking with him.

“because you told me you were hungry?” he was biting back every insulting nickname that came to his mind because he knew that would just make you more upset. but, man, he couldn’t help but feel a “dumbass” would perfectly explain his thoughts.

“yeah, and then they went and did all of that just for me!” you spoke as if you had caught the male red-handed in a serious crime. sae was still confused. before he could speak another word, probably one that would just annoy you more, you took the honors from him. “you’re supposed to say that you’re hungry too or something.”

sae didn’t know what to do. if he spoke he wouldn’t be able to hold back his sharp tongue and he couldn’t do any physical moves here, that would just be dumb. so, he stayed silent with his furrowed eyes staring at you. it would’ve been awkward had you not found his expression and silence funny. you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, your frown lifting only a bit before you silenced yourself.

“so, you’re joking?” he asked after seeing your smile and hearing your giggle.

“no! you made me look bad in front of your parents, sae!” and we’re back to square one.

“so you would’ve rather starved?” he rebuttals.

“you’re missing the point, sae.” he only sighed at your words, getting up from the bed and walking over to your vanity to where you had been seated. he stopped right in front of you, his left hand grasping your jaw to where his fingers indented the skin on your cheeks.

“you’re the stupidest person i’ve ever met,” he claimed before leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. your annoyance was long gone at that moment, caving under his touch and gaze, despite his words being mean. once he parted away from your now wet lips, he saw you looking up at him with that smile he always deemed “dumb”.

“stupidest isn’t even a word, stupid.” his deadpan immediately turned into a glare, a sight that had your smile widening.

“shut up.”

unedited thanks for reading!

What if:.. I noticed that most BLLK characters are Called by their Last Names, but one Specifically Stood out: Rin. I have a feeling that Rin requested Ego to not use his last name(?) since he doesn’t want to be overshadowed by his brother’s fame while he’s in blue lock. (Excluding reo)

: ̗̀➛ Accompany the antennaed freak

Synopsis: You were tasked to oversee Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 team because you’re blue locks manager and that he needs to be put in a leash.

Warnings!: fem!reader, violence, swearing, Japanese and English honorifics, flirting, (name) is going to do THE Anri sketch pose and Shido Ryusei.

Anri pose

Reader is 18. Characters featured here are their original ages.

Note: main inspo for this fic @haikyuul0ver. I love you so much and your fanfics. I hope you’re doing alright and that you’re having a wonderful day! 💕

"The hell do you mean by that, Ego-San?!"

"You goin’ deaf after blaring music in your ears 24/7?"

Ego sasses and clicked his tongue, massaging the temples of his head. Anri looked at the girl a few meters in front of her in pity as she looked at the tablet in her arms. Shido Ryusei was still unconscious from the electrical shock, and in the basement, he was subdued by a straight jacket and a muzzle and is tied to a post. She had second thoughts about your methods in dealing with Shido but knew it was in their best interest if he was treated like a mental asylum patient.

"Lemme say this one more time through your rotting ears,"

Ego exhaled through his nostrils, massaging his temples as he propped his arm on the armchair. He felt like he would rip his hair out once he heard your whiny and annoying cries of discontent after hearing his recent request. It was in your contract to do whatever he or Anri told you. You even asked through the phone if all you had to do was follow whatever they had to say and that you would do it without a second thought.

And you did keep your word. You took notes of the player’s improvements, flaws, and styles with accurately and intricately. You would even come down to the cafeteria, or the field, and tell them what they should improve on, give them words of advice if they need it or give them words of encouragement and praises after seeing their cool tricks or spend some good quality time with them to take a load off of work.

The players would even ask Ego and Anri if you were busy or not to have you watch them practice, although he knew that they wanted you there for a bit of praise here and if they did a cool trick with the ball, they sometimes even pitch in with helping you clean up after stuff or carry things to the storage of staff room.

Ego somewhat regretted having a female manager amid deprived male athletes because now they would fight over dumb things revolving around you and boasting what they like about you.

What was worse was that you weren’t doing anything about their behavior and just let them do what they do.

One of the main reasons why he even recruited you was because having a manager that was around the same age group as the players would make them more at ease and looked easy on the eyes.

It took Anri WEEKS to convince you and your family to consider participating in the project. You were incredibly hesitant, considering that you would be moving away into the countryside without technology. If they wanted you on the team, they might as well bend the rules for you. They gave you high pay, freedom to use your phone with wifi as long as you didn’t give out any information of the players or the project as a whole other than it was meant to mold someone into the perfect striker and have Japan win the World Cup.

“You will be overseeing Shido Ryusei in the Japan U-20 as Sae Itoshi picked him to be a member in the team.” He stated once more, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

“I know that but why did he pick that horny demon?! I thought that wasn’t allowed!!” You yelled at them with your hair in a frenzy.

“That little shit can’t make a chemical reaction with Rin Itoshi or any of the players and his destructive behavior would earn us a red card, giving us the disadvantage." Ego explains, and you chewed the bottom of your lip, taking in the information, curling your lips in your mouth before sighing.

“Fine.” Rolling your tongue into the side of your cheek, you looked at at Ego for a second but turning away and nodded.

“Good. Go pack your shit cause you’re leaving once he gets that little shit out of the basement. Now, begone.” Ego shooed you away by fanning his fan towards you. As you turned around to leave the room with a huff, you showed him the finger out of spite.

“Decrease her pat by ¥50,000, Anri-Chan.” Ego says, snapping his fingers together.

“Forgive me and my immaturity, Ego-san. I will look after Shido as if my life depends on it.” You spoke in a monotone voice as Anri giggled at her two colleagues' spiteful antics and lifted a hand to her mouth politely to hide her smile.

A thirty year-old man and an eighteen year-old girl, having beef with each other. She finds it amusing, although sometimes she does hold you back from murdering the man.

"He awake, Anri-San?"

"Yes, a little over a while ago." She replied as she looked into her tablet to see that the said man was still awake but was screaming something. Must be curses.

"Ok—just in case if he bites me, make sure to get me some anti-rabies shots." You joked as you walked with Anri towards the waiting room of the building.

Sae Itoshi had arrived to come get Shido and was waiting for you to escort him as you fiddled with the blue lock pin on your blazer.

Anri lightly laughs at your joke but takes notice of your chain of habits. Licking your lips repeatedly, scrunching up your nose, and digging your thumbnail against your index finger are habits that say you are nervous.

"Are you ok, (name)-Chan?" She asks worriedly and you looked at her with confusion before looking away.

"Nervous, is all—I guess."

"About what?"

"Meeting one of the Japan U-20 members—considering that they were picked by that money grubbing prick in the JFU."

The thought of the president of the JFU made your blood boil as you reminisced the meeting a few days ago. All of you were already in on this project deep, stoping now is wasting all of your efforts especially to the players who risked it all.

"You shouldn’t worry too much. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on a pretty girl like you! Even Rin and Baro treat you good!"

"Have you seen them looking at me?" You said as you shuddered at the memory of first meeting them. Their cold harsh eyes first meeting your eyes upon you introducing yourself as one of the Blue locks managers for their teams. But they haven’t called you lukewarm or donkey yet, so you guess that they do treat you a bit differently, although that doesn’t mean you’re intimidated by them.

"It’s not just that—we would be meeting Sae Itoshi, Rin’s big brother."

"Rin Itoshi’s big brother?" Anri curiously repeated.

The Itoshi brothers had problems going on with them. Rin had once told you that he had some issues with his older brother regarding broken promises. You valued your relationships with many friends, including between you and Rin. But the thought of being up close with Sae and being acquainted, at the very least, almost left like you would be betraying Rin in a way.

Considering the fact that Sae’s attitude turned a 180 in a span of 4 years in Spain and his attitude towards the press, you were worried as to how he would treat you. Someone lower than him probably.

Being with Shido meant that you would help the U-20 team, the enemy of blue lock. You had many conflicted feelings about this situation. Playing Judas against both blue lock and Rin was a stab to your heart and there was nothing you could do about it. You sighed to yourself, all this has such a hassle, you might as well suck it up and do your job.

"This is such a pain." You muttered as the doors in front of you automatically opened to reveal Sae sitting on a plum couch boredom as he looked out the window but his attention diverted to your direction.

With long strides and your chin held up high, you walked towards Sae and did your best to not maintain eye contact but you felt him staring at you intensely, that it made you walk slower. Was he judging you? Were your clothes unprofessional? You were just wearing something similar you saw in Pinterest! Many thoughts raced through your head in anxiety as you stopped a few meters from Sae.

"Thank you for your patience, Itoshi-Kun." Anri greeted him, catching up to you after she fixes her skirt. Sae hums in acknowledgement and looks over to you, his eyes trailing down to the familiar button on your blazers collar.

"Are you blue locks manager?"

"Yes and there are a few others of us. My name is (name) (last name), Itoshi-kun."

"Oh, you’re older?" You finally looked up at him as he looks at you in curiosity. He didn’t seem as scary as you initially thought he was and you straightened your posture.

"Err—yes, by a month or so."

"Alright. Show me where he is. Let’s not waste my time."

He demanded as he stood up, he has a relatively built physique, and his baggy buttoned-up shirt covers his toned muscles, no doubt about it. He certainly is Rin’s brother, both have identical eye color and features, especially their long bottom lashes and attitude.

‘I take that back—he’s exactly as the articles say.’ Your right eye lightly twitches as you looked over to Anri who nodded.

"Please follow us." She said as you and Sae followed behind, with Sae being in the middle of the two of you. You had to admit. He was a silent guy and very blunt. Either he’s confident in himself, or he’s arrogant. He looks over his shoulder to look down at you from behind.

"So—what do you think of him?"

"Him?"

"My—younger brother." He specified and the question piqued your interest.

"Rin-kun is an outstanding player and possesses high intelligence on scoring goals." You replied, and what you said was true. Rin is a mastermind in the field. You could never know what his next tactical move was. He managed to manipulate everyone on the field to score a goal. If a player thought he could score a goal, he would appear behind them and steal the goal, taking away any possible chances of them winning. Simply seeing him play and trick his opponents was enough to amaze you. Without a doubt, he is a genius like his older brother.

Sae didn’t say anything else. His eyes trailed away as his eyes softened upon hearing your words. Sae stops walking, and you immediately took step back to maintain distance before he looks at you fully.

"And do you believe that him and his team would win this match?" You took a moment to think. As much as you hopped and expected them to win, doubt and anxieties crawled from the back of your mind. The U-20 national team was comprised of exceptional players.

You would know because you watched them play while you were studying. For all you know, they could be on par with the big five that was called to blue lock to assess the players, all of which brutally and easily won against the remaining teams. You tilted your chin up and looked Sae straight in the eye.

"Yes, I believe that Rin and his friends can win against you and the U-20 national team." Sae’s eyes narrowed after hearing your response, you weren’t too sure if it was out of disgust or amazement but now you were bracing yourself for a insult. Even so, you kept your head high with certainty.

Surprisingly he didn’t reply but looked away and continued walking, as did you. The three of you arrived inside the holding room, which was called the basement as a cover name for the ‘punishment room.’

The doors open and reveal Shido. He looks up and looks at Sae before he spots you beside him and brightens up.

"Ms.Manager! You here to see me?! Cause’ you’re all I can-!"

"She isn’t." Sae interrupted Shido, who was about to say how much he misses you and you, who was going to disagree with him. It was by then did he notice the redhead who was a little too close to you for comfort.

"Blue lock is a cage much too small for you,"

"The fuck?"

"I will free you—I want your ego. Go wild for my sake."

And with that, you and Shido exited the building and into a shuttle bus, heading towards the training camp where the U-20 team was residing.

You had to claw the armchair to prevent yourself from choking Shido until he passed out, as he did nothing but cling to you relentlessly and talk your ear off.

"Seriously, Ms.Manager! Do you gotta always electrocute me? Don’t you think it’s too much~?"

"How else are we supposed to stop you from hitting someone else? It’s not like Kunigami is there to stop you like last time." You sighed as you tried to duck your head under his arm to escape his grip, but he, instead, tightened his hold around you.

"You sure? Cause’ I remembered the redhead chick saying you were the one who implemented the electric shock—don’t tell me that you’re-?!" You slapped your palm over his mouth.

Shido grinned widely and licked your palm, you shrieked after feeling something wet come in contact with your skin, and you pulled away from Shido, standing up and pressing yourself against the window.

"What the hell, Shido?!"

"Aww~! Still calling me by my last name?" He whines in disappointment, puckering his bottom lip and furrowing his brows to look like a toddler being upset, but you look at him in disbelief and disgust.

"You’re so disgusting!!" You yelled as you ran towards the aisle to get away from Shido.

"Just—just behave yourself until we arrive." You said under your breath as you sat on beside the driver who looked at you worryingly.

"Everything alright with Shido, (last name)?"

"The usual." You mumbled. Taking out your hand sanitizer and poured the transparent liquid into the palm of your hands and rubbed it throughly.

"Shido." You called out for him but there was no reply.

"Shido?" You called a second time and there was still no response. You looked over your shoulder and peered through your seat, you saw Shido staring out of the window.

Standing up, you walked towards Shido and stood behind him, he finally acknowledged your presence after seeing your reflection and looked you over by his shoulder.

"You were spacing out. Everything alright?"

"You told me to behave, so I did."

"For half an hour?" You checked your watch and looked at him with an amazed smile and raised brows. He grins and tilted his head back to look at you.

"I listen to my favorite manager after all!"

"I’m your only manager," you sighed and looked out of the window and saw the passing scenery of the city.

"So what were you looking at?"

"Oh, just nothin’. Been a while since I’ve been outta prison." Shido says, and he looks back at the window as the bus is met with a red light. You agreed to what Shido for the first time. Blue Lock didn’t have windows for you to look out and admire the outside world.

Ego said he didn’t want the boys to escape or have someone give them prohibited things. The last time you were out of blue lock was a few weeks ago, accompanying Anri to a conference meeting. Seeing the sun and its bright lights was enough to blind you. You sat on the armchair next to Shido, who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and burrowed his face into your back, deeply inhaling your flower-detergent-scented blazer.

"My beloved manager~♡" he mumbles as you feel your face heat up and your heart beating faster against your rib cage, threatening to burst open from his bold action as you try to pry yourself away from Shido.

"Let—go—" you whispered, trying to push yourself off his hold, but he sat there unaffected. He was too heavy for you, after all. I mean, did you have the strength to push off a football athlete who’s been through the football version of the hunger games? You soon gave up and let him cling to you with visible pink hearts around him.

"Shido,"

"Yes~?"

"You said that I’m your—favorite—manager, right?"

"The one and only!! ♡"

"And you said you’ll listen to me, right?"

"If you say to lick your toes, I will."

"A-anyway when we arrive can you promise me one thing?" You said as you tried to forget what he said a moment ago. He notices the serious tone in your voice and pulled away, brining his legs together to sit Indian style.

"Be sure to behave yourself, ok? I don’t want any problems with those people, k?" He smiles and nodded, before wrapping his arms around you again, "bet."

You were inside the conference room where the U-20 players are. You were standing behind Shido, who was wearing an Adidas white tracksuit. You felt so out of place in the room, and you didn’t know why, maybe it was because you were wearing a formal attire? Everyone glanced back at you over their shoulder, and you would look at them before smiling at them politely. They would then look away with a red faces and maybe whisper something to their friends. Sometimes they would look scared after looking at you and turn their head back around. Shido glared at them with hate at the act of looking at you with hearts in their eyes.

"Quit picking your nose." You whispered, lightly kicking his chair, and so he did, flicking it in a random direction that unfortunately landed on a player's clothes.

You leaned against the wall as Sae was roasting one of the red-headed players, Sendo Shuto. Everyone in the room went silent after Sae listed a life that almost every famous person has, which left Sendo embarrassed. In the blink of an eye, Shido leaped from his chair, jumped on the tables, and slammed Sendo’s head on the table. Your jaw dropped to the floor at the scene as you jolted forward.

"Didn’t I tell this jackass to behave?!"

"Getting all hung up over some titles is lame as hell! You watch your damn mouth, you dumb ass striker!!"

"Sae Itoshi aside—a nobody from who-knows-where like you—doesn’t get to talk to be like that!!" Sendo croaks out angrily before he swings his arm to attack Shido.

"Then I guess you’re the first," Shido says. He was ready to kick Sendo in the head as he did with Rin, and just as you were about to stop his attack, the U-20 captain grabbed his leg before you could.

"Man, you’re really looking down on us." Oliver Aiku pointed out. Shido tried to use his free leg to hit the captain, but Oliver caught it quickly before he swung him to the ground and apprehended Shido, one hand gripping his wrists and the other on his neck. His strength took you aback, and was more impressed as he knew how to apprehend Shido like a police officer.

"You’re even stressing out your pretty manager over there."

He noted, looking at you over his shoulder. Stress was an understatement. You were the embodiment of panicking. You cringed a bit as Oliver called you pretty. He was a womanizer, after all. You would know because last year, one of your third-year seniors’ was dating Oliver, and a few months later, she got dumped by him brutally. You also found many videos and news articles about Oliver’s dating history.

The captain had knocked out Shido, so there won’t be any further problems since the meeting would end soon. You folded your blazer and set it under Shido’s head, with your face flushed in embarrassment and tears almost swelling your eyes as you tried to keep a straight and composed look.

"I’m sorry for his violent behavior—sir." You muttered to the coach who approached you, his face was red in anger at your player's behavior.

"You should have been-!"

"Hey, coach! Don’t be too harsh on the pretty lady!" Oliver interrupted the older man as he swung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close. You and the coach were surprised as he just popped out of nowhere. Oliver then looked at you with a grin.

"His behavior ain’t her fault in the slightest, so chill out."

"What he said."

"Oliver is right. It’s not his managers fault that he hit Sendo, pretty sure she was hoping that he wouldn’t be violent on us."

"This whole thing is his fault, not hers to begin with. Is she the one who told Shido to hit Sendo? Nope." The team players backed up their captain. Who went behind you two, you looked at them with amazement, and they looked at you before looking away shyly. Oliver grinned at his men.

"I know, right~! How do ya call yourself a man if you make a pretty lady cry?" They continued to egg him on until Sae called the coach over and whispered something in his ear that made him freeze up before storming out of the room. You looked at Sae who was approaching you.

"Thanks for that. You didn’t have to do that though—I couldn’t just taken it and went on with my day."

“Its fine. It was wrong for a man to raise his voice at a woman whose not at fault.”

"Sae’s right. We knew it wasn’t your fault. We would hate to see you just take on scolding even though it wasn’t really your fault." Niou reasoned you with a smile and you politely bowed your head and gave the boy a smile.

"Thank you also, umm—?" He was in a trance. He didn’t know how to react as Niou’s mouth was left agape, but he could only think of one thing.

"She’s so beautiful!!" He thought, along with his friends. They have seen various beautiful girls in their careers but not as good-looking as you. It made them blush red whenever they were looking at you.

"Sorry, but I haven’t got any of your names yet. I’m relatively new to football, after all." You laughed, admitting your cluelessness, and scratched the back of your head, and they repressed the urge to just fanboy then and there. Sae kept a neutral face but looked away and faked a cough. Darai looked away and started to mutter prayers to repress the urge to geek out. Niou tried to say his name but couldn’t because he was embarrassed and shy. Nero was hiding behind Niou but kept peeking from his shoulder before retreating behind him and fanning himself so he won’t pass out. Oliver looked at his teams' reactions and sighed before looking back at you.

"Names O-"

"Oh, I already know your name." You interrupted the man and Oliver was a bit shocked before smiling to himself and towards his teammates, who looked at him in shock.

"Is that so~? Am I that famous?"

"You actually dated my senior, her name is Hikari Fujiwara."

It took a few seconds before he remembered the name of one of his exes, a pretty girl she was, but he got bored of her a few weeks into the relationship and broke up with her. Now he was regretting either dating her or breaking up with her after seeing your cold face.

"I-is that so?"

"Yea—she cried to the girls and me saying how brutal your breakup was with her," you stated as you grabbed his arm and moved it away from you, and stepped back.

"I know she’s a bit hard to handle at times, but you didn’t have to just break up with her through text and ghost her after that.” You sighed exasperatingly, and Oliver sweated nervously. You were scolding him like a mother. His teammates looked at him before looking away, not wanting to get involved with him.

"Umm-"

"So, what’s your name?" You interrupted Oliver and looked in Niou’s direction. Oliver’s jaw dropped to the floor as a girl had ignored him for the first time.

"Y-you talkin’ to me?"

"Uh-huh.”

Niou cleared his throat and straightened himself to make himself look presentable in front of you. He gives you a confident smile with pink-tinted cheeks.

"Names Niou Kazuma, n-nice to meet ‘cha!" He mentally slapped himself as he stuttered once more in front of you.

"It’s nice to meet you, Niou-San."

"You don’t have to be formal just call me by my first name, Kazuma."

"Really?" You looked at him with uncertainty but he nodded eagerly at you.

"Yea, I don’t mind!!"

"Alright then, Kazuma." The air was knocked out of his lungs. Niou could faint right then and there and fell face first if it weren’t for Darai catching him as he stumbled back.

The remaining two introduced themselves to you shyly, making you smile in relief. They weren’t as scary as you thought they would be. You, at the very least, hoped Shido would get along with these boys. Although thinking about it, you may be asking too much.

Sae offered to carry Shido to his dorm room, but you tried to assure him it was alright, but he persisted until you let him carry the unconscious gyaru boy towards the private dorm of you and Shido.

“This is it.” You said, pocketing your phone and pulling out a room key, opening the door. You took off your shoes and Shido’s shoes as well. Sae walked towards the nearest bed and laid Shido on the mattress, roughly, that is. He groans as he cranks his shoulder.

“Thank you, Itoshi-kun and I’m sorry for his behavior.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Once again it is his fault not yours.”

“Oh, yea. Thanks for carrying him all the way here, he must’ve been heavy.” You smiled, covering Shido with a blanket.

“He is.” Sae admitted making you laugh lightly. The redhead took notice at the two beds in the room and the makeup bag on the bed over him.

‘Are they—?’ He shook his head at the thought. There was no way they would let you share a room with him. I mean, the higher-ups surely had the decency to let you have your privacy.

“Everything alright?” You asked him, seeing that he was glaring at the bed over him.

“Yes, it’s just—do you and Shido sleep here?”

“Pretty much.”

“What?” He looks at you in disbelief with his eyes wide and his jaw to the floor. You look at him and you understood his reaction.

“I know but don’t worry. I know Shido won’t pull a crazy stunt. I think.”

“I’ll try to get you a private room,” Sae announced. Zipping up his jersey and was about to storm out of your shared dorm room and have a talk with the higher ups. You sprinted over to Sae and blocked his way.

“Don’t worry about it, Itoshi-kun! Ego-San intentionally had us share a room so I can keep a closer eye.”

“A bit too close.”

“Trust me. This is for the best. I received way too many complaints from Shido’s last team.” You reasoned with him. Getting approached by his teammates, from his loud snoring to the threats that he would murder them in their sleep in the most grotesque ways possible and later play it off as a joke. It’s safe to say his teammates didn’t feel safe being in the same room as him. He looks at you with uncertainty but takes your word for it. Sae soon left, and you got to work, making an email about today's events and sending it to Ego and Anri.

Shido stirs away from the sound of the keyboard clicking. He left a pondering headache bloom in the right side of his head, where he slammed on. He raised his head and saw a blurry image of you sitting on a bed and balancing your drink on your boobs.

“That arch, though.” You stopped typing after hearing Shido speak. You abruptly stopped drinking and slowly turned in his direction with wide eyes. Shido still looked groggy, his eyes blinking like a frog and droll dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“How’re you feeling? You’ve been out for an hour now.” You said. Hopping out of bed, you opened the mini fridge and gave Shido a water bottle. He twisted the cap open and drank the entirety of the water.

“‘m fine- OW!!” Shido whines after feeling a painful tug on his ear. You glared at the blond-haired boy with pink tips as you let go of your grip.

“Why’d you do that for?!”

“Do you realize how much trouble you’re in?” You huffed, standing up from the bed and anxiously paced around the room.

“What were you thinking, slamming Sendo Shuto’s face on the table?!

“Just felt like it.” Shido shrugged, and you felt your blood pressure going higher. You looked at Shido in disbelief and anger before you angrily sighed.

“I could care less about how you act around other people, but this is serious, Shido. That shitty coach has been chewing me out because of your behavior toward that strawberry-haired kid!” You ranted about what happened that past hour with no breaks, and Shido only looked at you as you paced around the room with a twinge of guilt in his heart.

Perhaps he took it just a little bit too far.

“Sorry, manager—” he whispers lowly after you finish your rant that left you out of breath. You turned to Shido, who genuinely looked remorseful, and your anger slowly simmered down. As you sighed, you rummaged through your duffel bag.

“It’s all in the past now. All that matters is that you make things right. I want you to make amends so that your time can be tolerable. Got that, Shido?”

“Mm.”

“Shido.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes with a pout. You tossed him the U-20 uniform that was given to you by the higher ups.

“Get changed. We’ll be going out once you’re finished.” Shido inspected the uniform and looked at you with a smile that you know all too well. You gave him a suspicious look, “what?”

“To think that my dear manager would want me to get changed in front of her. Not that I don’t mind, though~!” As he drew the bottom part of his shirt over his chest, you threw a pillow at him with a crazed blush on your face, “In the bathroom, you cockroach!!”

“Names Shido Ryusui, m’ 18 and, uh,” Shido trailed his words off and tried to think about another thing about himself. The U-20 players weren’t impressed with Shido’s half-assed attempt at an introduction. Sendo was burning holes into Shido’s head ad grits his teeth in anger at the man who attacked him.

“Oh yea. Under lashes senior picked me from blue lock cause of my skills for sum’ like that.” Now that got their attention.

“You’re from that ridiculous project?” One of the players scoffed in disbelief, “The two of us are, but rest assured,” you suddenly spoke as you entered the field in a new outfit, which you moved more capably in.

“We aren’t here for the reasons you’re thinking. As Shido said he was here because Sae wanted him to play in the same team. Nothing more, nothing less.” You explained to the group with Sae, who was trailing behind you, and they hesitatingly nodded. You then looked at Shido and gave him the signal making him sigh begrudgingly. He then looks at the strawberry-haired guy he attacked an hour ago and Sendo looks back at Shido with a glare.

“So about our first, like, interaction. Umm, did sum’ thinking and—” Shido sighs heavily and looks back at you. You looked at him beggingly, and he didn’t have the heart to ignore you, so he looked back at Sendo with his pride swallowed, “Sorry for hitting ya, dude. No hard feelings, though, right?”

Sendo left his blood vessel pop at his unapologetic tone as he was about to retort, his eyes diverted to your direction, and his words were caught up in his throat. He looked at his captain and Oliver gave him a look.

“It’s no big deal—” he mumbled angrily, “are you feeling better, or are you still in pain, Shuto-San?” You asked to the boy, and he jumped back, hearing your gentle and worrying voice.

“Ahh, errr, yea!”

“That’s good to hear. I hope you can look past Shido’s behavior and get along with him just for training, if you don’t mind.” You whispered to him, and his face turned bright red once you stepped closer and nodded vigorously.

“So why’re you with Sae, dear manager~?” Shido asks in a bittersweet tone, giving the older Itoshi a stink eye which he returns.

“Ego-San called me a few minutes back and told me to print some papers to have the coach sign them. I just so happen to bump into him while I was coming to the field.”

“You had me worried cause you suddenly disappeared from OUR SHARED DORM ROOM.” Shido raised his voice at the last four words, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and embracing you. He looks over your head and bathes in the jealous gaze of the players. You huffed and pushed yourself away, “alright, Shido. Get ready for training.”

“Yes, ma’am~! ♡” he jogs towards the players and stands next to Sae, who gives him an eye roll, “both of you, good luck with your training. I hope that the two of you can get along with each other and make cool passes.” You grinned sweetly at them, and they nodded with pink clouds on their cheeks.

“Oh and U-20?” They turned to your direction so fast that they almost gave their neck a whiplash. Giving their full attention to you.

“Good luck with training also. I hope your practice goes smoothly with Shido.” You smiled brightly at them, and they were on cloud nine as they all yelled a yes. Now, they were all pumped up to training.

“Where do you think (name) is?” Chigiri asks Isagi beside him. He and some other players were chilling in the cafeteria since it was their break time. Isagi hums and balances himself on the back legs of the chair.

“Dunno, Ego-San said that she was busy doing some things. You know where she went, Bachira?”

“No clue. Haven’t seen her at dinner also.” Bachira responds with a sigh, missing their manager immensely, “should we ask the other managers? Maybe they have a clue where she is.”

“We tried but all of them said they don’t know where she went.” Chigiri noted. Growing ever so curious where their manager was. You never left without telling anybody and if you did, it was because you had a quick errand to do.

“Knowing (name) she’s probably busy right now. Our match is in 3 weeks from now, all of the staff must be busy with preparations.” Reo said, going to sit across them with Nagi trailing behind him, eyes glued to his phone.

“Hopefully her work will finish sooner. Cant wait for her to compliment my skills!!”

“What makes you think she’ll compliment you, Bachira? It’s obvious that her attention would be on me. After all, I am the fastest among us.”

“As if Princess!! She was much more amazed by my meta vision.” The four argued among themselves as Nagi ignored the four and continued to scroll through Twitter. He grew bored with the games and decided to look through the world's most toxic app. He stops at a specific post after seeing a familiar set of (hair color) locks. He took a closer look at the post and saw that the girl being posted had her back facing the camera and had the same hair as you but was tied up, and upon further examination, he saw that the girl's skin color was similar to yours.

The caption of the post was: I’m literally gonna scream cry and moan rn someone save me

‘She kinda looks like (name)…’

Nagi clicked on the account and went to their tweets, and saw that it was their most recent post. Now Nagi was a simple man. He wasn’t the type to put effort into anything, but if it were about you, maybe it would be worth it. So he scrolled up and saw that the account belonged to a U-20 player. Nagi searched for his mutual friends and clicked on the first name that appeared on the list.

Nagi didn’t bother looking at the bio or the name and immediately scrolled down at the user's most recent tweet, and he grew pale.

It was a picture of you and the player. Said player’s face matched his hair color and awkwardly formed a peace sign near his face, and you were beside him with your hair in the same hairstyle as the previous post he came across. You smiled sweetly at the camera with a peace sign, leveling your eyes.

And the captain said: OMG SHE AGREED FOR A PICUTEE IM SO FUCKING LUCKYY WLNFKENDKWMDK SHES SO PRETTY AND SMELLS GOOD WTF???

“What’s wrong, Nagi? You look like you’re gonna kill someone.” Reo pointed out and Nagi lifted his gaze from his phone, “cause I am. Look.”

Ego was having a peaceful afternoon in his dark office, drinking the tea you bought while out with Anri. He had decided to try it since drinking coke was getting boring, and it wasn’t so bad. The man takes another sip of his tea and sighs, looking at the monitors as the remaining players were doing their own thing since it was break time.

‘It’s a bit peaceful now-’

And just like how the word quiet shouldn’t be said in the hospital, Reo, Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, and Isagi came barging into his office as if they owned the place.

“Ego-San, we need to talk to you!!” The man sighs heavily and slams the cup on his desk. “What the fuck do you brats want?”

“The U-20 team kidnapped and brainwashed (name)!!!” Bachira sobs, wiping away the tears from his eyes, which proved useless as more poured out. The dribbler pushed the phone toward Ego’s face. It was a post where you were sitting right side of the table with a smile on your face, and the rest of the table was filled to the brim with U-20 players.

“We have to save her!”

“Reo go hire an assassin!”

“What the fuck makes you think I can easily hire an assassin?!”

“Cause you’re rich?”

“Ego-san, I’ll give you my phone in exchange of letting me out of blue lock and directing me to where (name) is. I’ll get her back in no time.”

“(NAME)!!” The boys were a mess. Bachira was sobbing in a corner while Isagi, Chigiri, and Nagi were pressuring Reo to hire an assassin to save their beloved manager. Reo was already dialing his fathers' number on Nagi’s phone and was waiting for him to pick up.

“Hello? Dad?”

Ego looked at the boys with an unamused expression and sipped his tea.

‘Fucking simps.’

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This took way too long bro. May 16 and I’m posting this in August 19, I procrastinated way to damn long and this minin fanfic sucks, this was supposed to be a bit more longer but I think I’m pushing it 😭😭

All joes aside, hope you guys like it! Reblogs are much appreciated!! <3

-@chxxrybxxmb

Me: so I have a new crush-

My friends: istg if it’s anothet 60 y.o man…

Will you be doing a moodboard with Sae? ♡:3

Dating Itoshi Sae <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : okay but sae has my heart in a tight iron grip

dreamin’

SYP — when your heart says yes, but your brain says no. you don’t know which to follow, but you do know that the offer wont last long.

GEN. — fluff w a twinge of angst

WARN. — gn!reader, reader is described as pretty, soft men

NOTES. — hi loves!! hope u guys had a good day. sorry for being so inactive. maybe i’ll still write but mainly focus on drabbles.

it’s like you’re dreaming.

the rain thumps on your window softly. in contrast to the relentless downpour outside, your room emits a cozy glow, linen and warm.

looking down on the man sprawled across your lap, you brush his hair away from his face. he looks peaceful like this. carefree and completely relaxed, a sight of vulnerability. he wouldn’t show this side of him to anyone but you.

you’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you?

your feather-like touch tickles the apple of his cheeks, stirring him awake.

“‘m sorry, did i wake you?” your smile so bright he squints his eyes to focus on you. you look so pretty and he loves this view. the moon’s light shines on your face, the upturned corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose. you look ethereal.

he shakes his head. “no, ‘s okay. i wasn’t even asleep anyway,” he lies through that sweet smile of his. a rush of memories hit him as he traces each crevice of your face.

he remembers how that exact smile of yours drooped slightly in devastation that day. the day he left you. the exact day of the previous year when you both swore that you would be each other’s. you remember the feeling, like a slap to the face.

so why? why was he back? and why were you so willing to take him back?

a comfortable silence takes over and you move your hand to ruffle his hair. your fingertips caress his messy mop with utmost care, as if he was going to break like glass with the slightest pressure. your fingernails scratch his scalp and he instantly relaxes. well, his arms around your waist don’t.

“we can’t keep doing this, y’know?” you sigh, rubbing his back gently. he could feel his heart weigh down and the fuzzy feeling in his chest ceases. he knows what you mean, but he wishes he doesn’t.

“keep doing what?” his voice is still raspy and tired, like it was every single morning when you woke beside him.

“this. all of this.” he hears his heart crack and he thinks you did too. “it’s wrong,” you add, ignoring how your heart thumps.

“then take me back.” you jump slightly, not expecting how immediate his response was. “if you take me back, everything will be the same again. like this all never happened,” he trailed off.

you know its sincere. you know you missed this, him. you miss his smile, his laugh, his voice. he does too. he knows you miss him, and he misses you as well.

you’re silent, and he hates when you are. he wants to hear your voice.

say something, anything.

the thumping in your heart gets so loud, you can hear it in your ears. your mind goes blank, not knowing which to follow, your heart, or your brain?

because your heart screams yes, but your brain yells no.

it’s like you’re dreaming.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) CHILDE, DILUC, KAEYA (star rail) DAN HENG, JING YUAN, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, SANEMI () YOUR FAVES

@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

all i need —

SYP — “girl ur made for me, cuz ur love is all i need” just scenarios <3

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, not proofread

NOTES — yk i love the grumpy x sunshine and polar opposites troupe so why not incorporate some hints of that into this? might make a pt 2..

at first glance, not many people would expect either of you to pursue each other.

the way you both handle things are different, reactions and such. and when you think of that, there’s only one situation that comes to mind..

throwing your head back slightly, you laugh at one of his lame jokes. hand in hand, both of you turn the corner, still too invested in your conversation to take in the sight in front if you.

he’s the first one to look, halting his movements as he stays rooted to the ground. you, taking note of his tense form, stop to turn to him. cocking an eyebrow, you nudge him on his shoulder and worryingly ask, “babe? you okay?”

his mouth is agape a bit and his eyes are fixated on whats in front of him. seeing as he’s not gonna answer, you follow his line of sight and gasp slightly.

there in front of both of you stood a couple leaning against a wall, making out. you grimaced slightly, noticing their lust for each other through their eager movements. ‘they kiss like fish..,’ you thought, deadpanning.

you felt a tug on your arm, pulling you back.

“c’mon, let’s go before they see us. they might think we enjoy watching them eat each others’ face,” he whispered, hooking an arm around your waist.

you were about to comply but you thought of something way better than just ignoring it. a mischievous smile creeps its way on your face and he grows concerned, not liking that smug look on your face.

unraveling your arms from his, you gasp exaggeratedly, successfully catching the couples attention. they break away from each other reluctantly and flushed, glaring at you.

“i knew you had somebody else!” you screamed, stomping away and wiping away invisible tears from the corners of your eyes. he trails quickly after you, standing beside you as you both hide behind a wall.

“are you kidding me? ugh!” you hear one of them shuffling, probably walking away from the other one.

“wait, baby! i swear, i have no idea who that was!” the other one pleaded, scrambling after his ‘baby’. his thick accent making it all the more funnier.

you leaned forward, clutching your stomach in laughter. he stared at you in slight disbelief before joining in on your giggling.

“what are you doing?”

uh oh, caught in the act.

you turn around, hiding the item behind your back. you grin widely but sheepishly. “what do you mean?” you smile innocently, stuffing the perfume bottle up your shirt.

tilting his head slightly, he raises a brow, skeptical. he walks over to you and hastily snatches the bottle from your hands.

“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you whined, reaching for it but to no avail. he held it far from your reach, above his head. he tsked.

“i’ll give it back if you tell me what you were doing.”

you sighed, mumbling something so soft it was barely audible. “huh?” he nearly squeaked.

“i wanted to spray my perfume on your clothes so when we go out, people know you’re taken,” you grumbled. “but mostly because people are doing it on tiktok..”

he didn’t stop babying you that whole afternoon. and he posted a tiktok about it. (it went viral)

it was a nice noon. the birds were chirping, the grass seemed greener and your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum.

“i don’t wanna!”

“stop acting like a baby. its not that bad.”

“this isn’t fair.”

“what isn’t fair? you lost the bet, you have to do my dare,” you huff victoriously, smirking slightly.

he sighs, knowing there’s no way of convincing you to let him off. “fine, help me find one.”

“gladly,” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet gently. your eyes scanned around the park before locking on someone. “right there,” you whispered, leaning to him and pointing at the person with your lips.

you shoo him to approach the person. he shakes his head and complies, walking backwards to cast you a pouty look to which you rolled your eyes at.

“excuse me?” he asked, approaching said persons line of sight. she smiled at him, waving, “hello! is there anything i can do for you?”

“i just wanted to tell you that your child is the chosen one,” he replied bluntly, pointing at her swollen stomach.

the woman blinked at him.

“child? i’m not pregnant.” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“oh.”

he ran away, dragging you with him before your knees buckled from your wheezing.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) DILUC, alhaitham (star rail) DAN HENG, jing yuan, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, sanemi (ENCANTO) CARLOS, CAMILO () YOUR FAVES

@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

need ur attention asap —

SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”

NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imaging the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

“hold still!” —

SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, male characters

REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”

NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛

“stop moving!”

“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”

you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.

“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.

you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”

“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this.. ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.

“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap,” you deadpan.

“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.

you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.

his eyebrow twitches.

“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.

walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.

that was 30 minutes ago.

now, you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.

“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.

“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.

applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.

“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.

he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.

it’s quiet for a while before..

SLAP!

“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”

he side eyes you.

you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.

by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.

“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.

“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’

you smile at him through the vanity mirror.

“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”

he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.

he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”

your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.

you both slept horrible that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

Sae Itoshi x reader

Rating: green

Main character: Sae Itoshi

It’s my first story after loooooooong time. Please be gentle with me :(

Plot: A story where Sae’s girlfriend is thinking he’s cheating on her ‘cause he’s avoiding her. She doesn’t know Sae’s making her a big surprise.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the sunlight that’s illuminating Sae’s empty part of the bed.

<<As always.>>

I get out of the bed, half-naked, grabbing from the chair one of Sae’s team shirt. I look at my figure reflects into the mirror: his surname written on the back makes my heart race, imagining me as Mrs. Itoshi.

<<Where the hell is he now?>>

I speak to myself, checking the time on my phone: 9:27. Sighing, I go to the kitchen, grabbing something to eat until my phone rings.

<<Finally I can hear your voice. But when I can see you, too? Or are you too busy in your pro-player life?>>

<<Stop with this ironic tone, (Y/N). Y’know I’m busy with my football career, you knew it when we started dating.>>

His voice sounds into my ears, before being lightly covered by a girl’s voice that makes my heart skips a beat.

<<Sae, who’s—>>

I try to speak before hearing Sae’s voice interrupt mine.

<<I have to go. See you later.>>

I look at the screen phone: he closed the call. Then a strange feeling starts to possess me. I clearly heard a girl’s voice, no mistakes. I don’t wanna think that Sae’s cheating on me.

<<He’s not capable of something like this, he’s not…>>

I whisper, trying to convince myself that there must be an explanation. Trying to forgot everything, I prepare myself and go to work.

For the next two weeks and half I haven’t the chance to talk to Sae because he’s always everywhere but not at home. I tried to contact his teammates without success and the thought of him having another woman is scaring me.

Maybe I’m not anymore good enough for him?

He’s not with me when I go to bed. He’s not with me when I wake up. He’s not with me when I’m at home.

I never receive a call, like he’s ghosting me.

Until one day.

I’m at home, looking at the TV, then I hear the door opens: Sae.

I look at him with anger on my eyes and I stand up, go to him.

<<Finally you show yourself at home. To me.>>

I put my hands on my waist.

<<Where were you?>>I say.

<<At practice, as always (Y/N). You should know my schedule.>>

<<No, Sae. Where the fuck were you ALL this time?!>>

He looks at me, panicked.

<<Y’know this is my job. And sometimes it takes me more of my free time.>>

<<Really? I didn’t know that another girl is now called “job” or “more practice”.>>

He opens his mouth to speak, interrupted by me.

<<I clearly heard the voice of another woman, Sae. At the phone. Now you show yourself properly after 17 days. We’ve been together for 5 years now and I don’t think I deserve all this. It’s over.>>

He grabs my hand, sighing.

<<I knew you were so stubborn, but I didn’t think you were so much.>>

I look at him. <<Are you kidd—>>

<<Yeah, it was a woman’s voice, but it’s not what you think.>> He explains.

<<Find another excuse, Itoshi.>>

<<So stubborn.>> He whispers, <<if you had the patience of waiting another one or two days, you could understand why I’m gone for all this time. That woman was helping me to choose something for you.>>

He puts his hand into his jacket, taking out a little blue box. I bring my hand on my mouth, connecting all the entire situation.

<<Sae.. you..>>

<<Now shut up. For once. I’m speaking.>>

He’s down on his knees, opening the box and revealing a wonderful engagement ring with a bright diamond.

<<But of course you can’t wait. You have to blabbing about another woman and other shit. I haven’t imagined to propose to you in this way. I had a plan. But now I think it’s all vanished into the trash. So listen careful because I’m not gonna repeat myself. I’m not the type who says sweet things, but when it comes to you I can. You have the power to bring out the most beautiful part of me that only you could find. I say it without a long speech, so, would you like to be Mrs. Itoshi and marry me?>>

Sobbing, I whisper a “yes”, kissing him, after he put the ring around my finger.

<<I love you, Sae, you don’t know how much you scared me.>>

<<You stupid little girl. I think it’s time to let all know that you’re officially mine.>>