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sypnosis: introducing your cats to your boyfriend (gone wrong)

no prns used (reader). established relationship with isagi. kaiser & ness are cats. cw: swearing. bleeding (isagi). socially awkward/awkwardly social isagi. loser bf isagi.

“This is Michael, but I call him Mihya- he prefers the nickname.”

The blond cat purrs in content, rubbing his fluffy face on your shoulders as he leans his furry body onto your chest. You rub his tiny chin with your index finger in response to his affection, while supporting his weight with your left arm under his feline bum.

You then gesture towards the other cat pawing at your ankles, “That’s Alexis. I sometimes call him ‘Lexis. Three syllabus is a mouthful when you’re constantly calling for your cats.” Alexis has a body of fur with a beautiful gradient- roots of caramel brown to ends of.. magenta?

Isagi bites down his tongue. He doesn’t dare to question the genuinity of the cat’s coloured fur out loud.

Holding Michael to your chest, you squat down to pick up Alexis with your free arm. Who then starts purring, licking your face in content.

You squirm away from him, pulling your face towards Michael instead. “No kisses, ‘Lexis.” To which Alexis responds with a noise that sounds akin to a pathetic whine.

The football player offers you a meek smile, “Wow. Your cats really like you, huh?” He’s heard rumours of cats’ behaviour being either disinterested or a complete hellspawn. So this isn’t what he had expected when you told him that you have two free-loading furry slackers at home waiting for you.

You scoff at his observation, “No one else feeds them, if not for me. Of course they would act like suck-ups.” Michael smugly licks his own paw while Alexis only stares up at you- is that cat smiling??? Isagi feels unsettled being in close proximity with the magenta cat.

Thankfully for him, you place both the cats down onto the sofa behind where you’re standing.

You turn around to face Isagi. “So.. What do you think, Yoichi?” You smile bashfully at him, “You ready to be a cat dad yet?” You tease.

At those words, both of your cats’ ears perk up. Alerted at the new-found information, Alexis shoots his head up at you, eyes wide in betrayal- like you just told him he’s adopted or something.

… Which he technically would be.

Michael starts meowing loudly, leaping onto your back and excessively pawing at you for your attention.

“Oh, uhm-” Isagi chokes out in a high-pitched voice, “If.. If you don’t mind- and if they’d like to, of course.” Poor boy’s a blushing mess.

This is it, Isagi thinks. A new stage into your long-term relationship. All those heartfelt conversations, romantic dates and good, quality time spent together has brought you both so far. He feels elated, happy that you trust him to take care of your.. ‘furbabies’ with you, together. As a couple.

You chuckle at his reaction. Cute, almost 2 years into the relationship and he’s still easily flustered over a few words. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he instinctively places a hand on your hip. You flutter your eyes shut, leaning in for a sweet kiss.

“MPMH- !”

Michael, that little shit, JUMPED on Isagi’s face.

“Mihya, get off him.”

“MREOW” 

“Bad, Michael.”

“MREOWWWWW”

Isagi wishes you would take action instead of trying to negotiate with a goddamn cat.

“Ugh, this is why I can never bring people over,” you frown at the blond cat’s refusal to budge. “Get over it, Mihya. He’s your dad now.”

For reasons unknown to you, that statement makes Michael even more hissy as he starts swatting his paw at Isagi’s head.

Bless Isagi and his tolerance to your cat’s riotous attacks, as you finally actually start to pull Michael off of him.

Michael hisses and wiggles in protest, still swinging his paws at Isagi’s direction as you grab and hold him from his armpits.

“There, there. My rampageous little hiss machine HK433.” You speak of those words so affectionately, one would think that you’ve called him the sweetest pet name ever. Not.. whatever the hell you just said.

But Michael isn’t the only unhappy feline in the room right now. Alexis is currently smiling(?) up ominously at Isagi, who suddenly feels really unsafe.

“Uhm. Honey.. I think this one’s- YEOUCH!”

You look down to see Alexis’ fangs digging into the skin of Isagi’s left foot.

“ALEXIS!”

His eyes widen as he quickly sits up, staring up at you with his big, glossy, guilty eyes.

“Mrrrrp,” Alexis begs for your forgiveness, rubbing his head onto your thigh as you sat down on the floor to pull him away from Isagi’s feet.

Curse his cutesy furry face because you find it hard to scold the little gripper biter.

Crossing your legs, you place the two cats on your lap then start inspecting your boyfriend’s injury.

“It’s bleeding, Yoichi. You should wash it off.” You furrow your brows as you touch the broken skin around the fresh wound. “The bathroom’s that way, I’ll help you disinfect it- in a bit, after I lock these two up. Do you need help getting there?”

“It’s alright, It doesn’t hurt at all.” He assures you, holding in his (tears of) anguish, “It’s not that bad, I’ll be able to walk fine!” He wheezes out, limping his way (in pain) to the bathroom. As long as he can get as far away as he can from those two little fluffy imps, he’d even crawl with his limbs mangled.

After putting up a small fight, you manage to lock those two devilish furballs up in their ‘bad-boy-corner’, which is just a cage- oddly filled with comfortable cushions and colourful soft toys considering that it's a supposed ‘jail’ served for punishment to misbehaving felines.

Michael immediately starts whining and yowling, pathetically reaching his paws out of the cage.

Your lips tugged down into a frown at his pitiful display, “You’re not guilt-tripping me this time, Mihya. Save your dramatic act for the talent shows.”

The blond cat immediately stops his little masquerade, and narrows his eyes at you.

Next to the huffy cat, Alexis meows for your attention. He rubs his head against the cage, wanting to feel your touch of comfort.

You frown, “Sorry, ‘Lexis. No pats until you both learn to not attack Yoichi.”

Both cats have their ears pinned to the back in disdain at the mention of your lover’s name. Right, that second-rate football player that you’re seeing. For two years, apparently. Without them noticing. The betrayal!

They should’ve known better that your weekly ‘business trips’ were just sleepovers at Isagi’s place. That the unpleasant scent all over you and your belongings were not of your colleagues’, but of that stupid Yoichi’s. 

Michael starts growling at his predicament. Him! Locked up in the ‘bad-boy-corner’! It’s been months since he had last been punished. Not even when he knocked down your things on your vanity because he wanted to watch you do your eyeliner, but this guy, Yoichi, came out of nowhere and broke his good boy streak!

Alexis stares sadly at the direction of where you walked off to aid Isagi with his wound. He feels guilty- not at all for the bite, but for upsetting you. He had never upset you before! Stupid Yoichi is the problem, all he did was show up and now suddenly both him and Michael are in trouble! He notices that his furry friend isn’t happy with the man, too. He will have to cook up a plan to get rid of the football player.. Out of here and away from you, at the very least.

Oh, well. For now they’ll have to figure out how to get themselves out of the cage, though.

© littlemissferret 2024 ✦ do not repost, translate or modify .

i love isagi, i really do. but there's always this strong urge to bully him and make him a cringefail loser bf.

- might be bcuz he received zero chocolates for valentines day. - never thought i'd write kaiser nor ness meowing but here i am.

-𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤-

♡: I really like

𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

• Aquarium date

♡ Meeting your parents

♡ Cooking with you

♡ A date to the beach gone wrong

• Friends to lovers

• Loving you is like...

♡ Late night gaming~

♡ Wishing upon a star, Hogwarts AU

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• Sfw alphabet

• Living together

• Insecure!Reader

• bllk boys on your period

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Plush partner (he's jealous of your plushie)

• Nightmare comfort

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Thunderstorm (reader is scared of thunder)

𝑹𝒆𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆

• SFW Alphabet

• Quiet moments

• Hurt and Regret (drabble)

♡ Dad Reo (hc's)

𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

• What I would do for you...

• Beautiful, beautiful girl~, Model!Reader

♡ To the last drop, Vampire!Yoichi

♡ Stuffy nose, full heart, Sick!Reader

• eight legged nightmare, Hogwarts AU

♡ Please pick me up (I'm drunk), Uni Au, friends to lovers

• Always a way home, Spiderman Yoichi

• follow you to the end, fantasy Au!

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

♡ Sfw alphabet

• bllk boys on your period

♡ As a dad (of a girl)

• Dad Yoichi! When his daughter is sick

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Here for you (injured Yoichi x physical therapist reader)

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Soft morning sun

♡ Wrap my teeth around the world, NSFW

• Dilf Yoichi NSFW

• Rainy day movie marathon

• Grateful

♡ Sacred knight Series

-> the princess falls in love with a simple knight (fantasy AU)

𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓

• Hurt and Regret (drabble)

𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒖

• Calm and Chaos create balance (Rin x Reader x Shidou)

𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

♡ caring for sick reader

• a little too much(drunk reader)

• The taste of childhood...

♡ What hurts the most

• What I would do for you...

• I'm not going anywhere

• Rumors

• Let me take care of you (sick!Rin)

♡ Life Death of the party

♡ Calm and Chaos create balance (Rin x Reader x Shidou)

♡ Please, make the pain go away

• To the very last Drop, Vampire!Rin

-> Roommate!Rin

♡ Code Red!, Period Comfort

• Emergency!!, comfort

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• SFW Alphabet

• bllk boys on your period

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Plush partner

♡ Nightmare comfort

• Will you be my Valentine

♡ Helping him with his training~

𝑺𝒂𝒆 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊

-> 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

♡ What hurts the most

• Meeting your parents

♡ Pining like idiots

• In health and in sickness

• Rumors

♡ Nightmare comfort

♡ Swallowed by stress

-> 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

• SFW Alphabet

-> 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

• Here for you (injured Sae x physical therapist reader)

♡ Lust & Love Series

Sae X Marquesa

-> Summary: the football prodigy and the Spanish royalty fall in love (Uni AU)

𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆

• bllk boys as lifeguards hcs

⌗ "I'LL GO EASY ON YOU," ⋮ but you absolutely fucking destroy him.

★ nagi seishiro x gn!reader ╰ how come you've obliterated him in something he's so good at?

▯ content warning. mentions of video game gunfire, shooting, etc.

"sei, this game looks fun," you murmured, shifting slightly to adjust your position on his lap. his eyes remained glued to the glowing screen, the faint gleam of colours casting a hazy light across his face. his arms were looped firmly around your waist, thumbs expertly swiping over the controller in his hands.

as you were cozily nestled inside his sweater, filled with the subtle scent of his cologne, you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest. you observe him deftly move his virtual character across the battlefield, shooting enemies and cursing under his breath at each hindering obstacle. after being in this same position for quite some time, a sense of boredom had begun to bubble within you.

"mm, yeah?" he mumbles, resting his chin on your head. he tilts his head down to press a kiss onto your soft hair. "it is."

"can i try?"

he stays silent for a moment, the room filled with the sounds of obnoxiously loud bursts of gunshots. he finally takes a breath and speaks, his voice muffled against your hair. "tis’ really hard though. i don’t think y’can win,"

your brows furrow as you whip your head slightly to meet his gaze, raising your hand to pinch his cheek. "hmm, how would you know? i could be better than you!"

"yeah, yeah, fine," he pulls his face away from your fingers’ grip on his cheek. he gives you a faint smile, exiting out of the game and clicking 'new game'. "i'll go easy on you."

you slide off his lap with anticipation, grabbing the fluffy bean bag he had bought exclusively for you from the corner of his room, placing it next to him. giving it a pat to smoothen its wrinkles, you made your way to the tv stand's drawer in quick strides, retrieving an extra game controller.

"you don't have to, sei," you smile warmly, settling into the softness of the bean bag as you prepare to show nagi seishiro what you were made of. "i want it to be fun."

he nods, hesitantly clicking the start button. while watching the one-minute timer displayed on the screen, he remembers to explain the rules to you.

"basically," he begins, "there’s a five-minute time limit. the person who reaches one hundred kills first, or whoever is the closest to one hundred kills, wins."

"yeah, i know, dummy." you tease, reaching out to tousle his hair, in which he responds with a subtle blush tinging his cheeks rose. "i've been watching you play for at least an hour now."

the bolded numbers on the now-split screen enlarge, signaling the beginning of the new game; 3...2...1...

you waste no time, immediately equipping your weapon, fingers swiftly moving along the buttons. silence was quick to envelop the room, thick with the weight of your competitiveness.

nagi shoots you a surprised, quick glance, before focusing his gaze back onto his side of the screen. suddenly, his attention is drawn to the corner of your part of the screen, where your kill count is displayed.

to say the least, this man was astonished to find out that you’ve racked up 63 kills in slightly under three minutes. his eyes widened in disbelief ever so slightly, registering the number with admiration.

"what the heck..." he accidentally huffs, quickly pressing his mouth together as the sound of his confused voice reaches his ears.

you let out an amused giggle, "surprised?"

he does not respond, lost in his own muddled thoughts. how could he, after underestimating you so badly? how could he say anything when you, as you were currently speaking, have over 60 kills compared to his mere 34?

the white-haired boy feels a prick of suspicion creeping in; he hadn’t known that his partner was an expert at video games. why hadn’t you told him? he sighs, realizing that the person he could have played with all this time was right beside him all along; he would no longer need to play with his tediously boring game-mates or those doltish bots which he had always deemed a hassle.

then, the game came to an abrupt stop.

98 - 52

he stares hard at the game over screen, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "nuh-uh, let's do it again..."

"ahh, i told you i could win!" you cheer, your finger lightly tugging on the skin under your eye as you stick your tongue out in jest. "and sure, i really want to hit one hundred this time!"

a soft grumble escapes his pouty lips as he buries half his head under the inside of his sweatshirt, leaving only his eyes visible. "m'baby's so cocky..."

100 - 67

"fuck, again!"

99 - 75

"this game's gotta be rigged!"

96 - 56

"seiii, i'm boredddd—"

"one mo' time,"

89 - 88

"ack–fuck this shit… i'm going to sleep."

you blink your eyes in silent amusement— this was a side of him you had rarely ever seen. your usually calm, bored boyfriend trying so hard at something; it was adorable seeing him so invested, even if it was simply a video game.

but somehow, you had managed to fire him up enough to the point of rage quitting?

"y’know sei, i was going easy on you..."

"..."

despite his muted response to the fuel you've added to the fire, you catch a glimpse of a proud smile tugging on his lips as he retreats back onto the bed, beckoning you to join him. “that was fun… play w’me again, ‘kay?”

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

Unspoken Rizz.

Type: Drabble, Oneshot

Pairing: Isagi Yoichi/M! Reader

Summary: Isagi was never the type to get frustrated over petty shit talk, but you prove to be a special kind of exception.

Warnings: Degenerate Flirting, One-Sided Dislike, Enemies to ???, Unresolved Tension, gay bitches

Word Count: 1,890

A/N: theyre so LAME 🫥🫥🫥

*Du bist ein Blödian - you're an idiot

"Only one goal against the U-20? You'd think the superstar on the rise would be better, but he's barely keeping up." Isagi overhears you talking about him to a less notable player of Bastard München.

Recently, Isagi kept seeing and hearing more of you. When first introduced, you didn't speak a word of importance and value to him, just the simple greetings with the regular dose of stiffness and unfamiliarity he had expected and returned.

Then like a switch that's been flipped, one morning you slap him in the face with headstrong, criticizing and bitter comments. He was confused, baffled and a little speechless to say at the very least.

You two clash gazes and your smile impossibly widens, while he pinches his eyebrows together. He decides to be the better man and just nods his head politely while looking away from you.

Isagi isn't one to pick fights. He isn't the type to argue with people unless he was bitten without provocation first, but other than that, Isagi doesn't actively seek butting heads with others for whatever reason, nor does he enjoy it.

So, he couldn't help but allow your little snide remark to get under his skin and boil his blood slowly from within him.

He wouldn't admit it, over his dead body would he confess something as pathetic as that, but it did make him look back on the game and think about whether or not he could have done something more, and truthfully, he really could have. But he was still proud of his game and hearing someone diminish his hard work made him angry.

He shouldn't be, he was surrounded by assholes. Both figuratively and literally. Isagi should know better, you were no different than players like Kaiser, Rin, Barou... hell even Karasu. The same shit-eating grin, sly eyes and pompous attitude.

And with that set in stone, he let it go. Isagi continued on with his training, not thinking about you and that smug mug and smart mouth of yours.

★

Isagi was reviewing the latest rankings. Noa had updated everyone's current standing and Isagi smiled when he checked his status, he was higher up now! He was slowly climbing up the rankings and surpassing in numbers even regulars from Bastard München.

"Your physicals are still trash. Go hit the gym," amid his ignorant bliss, your voice booms directly in his ear. Your breath fans his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He whips his head around so quick he was pretty sure even you could hear the slight cracking noise.

He frowns and grits his teeth and almost froths at the mouth upon noticing how pleased you seemed with his reaction. "Shut the fuck up."

In one way or another, you remind him of a vulture. Preying and biding your time to devour him, but perhaps he's giving you way too much credit with just this analogy alone.

You roll your eyes, your smirk never once falling off. "Brains alone won't get you anywhere, go run the treadmill and lift some weights." You advise, all the while ill-mannered.

"We'll see about that. I'll beat you," Isagi replies confidently. He stands his ground firmly, staring into your eyes.

You whistle, unimpressed. Bemusedly, you say, "That was lame, did you make that up on the spot or have you been practicing it for a while now?" It's not exactly a question, he knows that perfectly well, but Isagi still feels compelled to answer, to have the last word.

"Trying to act cool and unbothered isn't the way to win a confrontation, [Last Name]."

You chuckle and it feels entirely out of place coming from you. "What movie on Earth did you escape from? Are you delusional or is that just another one of these group symptoms that Blue Lock gives you?"

Isagi sighs, you were hopeless. He can't deny the fact that you were good, but he can't understand why you only spoke to him and him alone in that patronizing way. He's seen how you behave around Kaiser, Ness and the other less talented players on the team and they've never once appeared displeased to his degree.

"What's wrong with you?" Isagi asks out of the blue, voice not exasperated, just inquisitive.

You blink, the corners of your mouth twisting downwards for a split second. As if self-conscious of frowning around him, you immediately smile. "What's wrong with me are those ugly cleats you got on."

"But we're wearing the same exact pair."

"Look how you're copying my style, though. That's crazy, though."

Isagi sucks in a breath, walks around you and resumes his daily routine. Meanwhile you continue to stare at him, amused at the silent treatment you were receiving. You could deal with the cold shoulder, makes it more fun.

"You're never gonna be anything." You claim. Isagi turns on his heels and exits the room. You quickly deflate.

Perhaps you couldn't deal with the cold shoulder as well as you thought you could.

★

Isagi wipes his sweat with a towel, sitting his ass on the sidelines, slumping all over the wall. He pants, eyes getting droopy. He was about ready to doze off.

Isagi did extra the exercises in his usual work-out regime. Embarrassing as it is, he did take your suggestion to consideration and decided to run with it. His legs were killing him and his arms felt like falling off, but he thought that it wasn't a waste of his time.

He battled the urge to fall asleep in the in-door gym, unaware of the way you drank up the sight of him from where you stood, all too pleased to see him listening to you in spite of everything that was said and done.

Kaiser glances at you briefly, then clicks his tongue with his usual arrogant expression. Like your subliminal signs of affection were inconveniencing him despite your lack of vocalization.

"When are you ever gonna learn? You make yourself far too obvious," he chastises you with a holier-than-thou voice.

"You think so?" you question, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.

Kaiser focuses on Isagi's form and discerns the nasty drool escaping his mouth before studying your own awky figure. "Never mind that, he's got shit for brains up in that skull. You aren't any better, either."

Ness chimes in passive-aggressively, "I'd still give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Wow, thanks guys. Love you so much." You reply sarcastically in turn.

Kaiser glares and raises a finger, "Don't say that to me, ever again. You'll make me hurl on the spot." Ness claps at that and you simply marvel at the dick riding.

★

Your shadow looms over Isagi, who refuses to acknowledge you. He preoccupies himself with his half-empty bowl instead, wondering how long you're going to stick next to him, leering down like you're a supreme being and he's a measly flea.

You pull the chair right beside him, plopping your bottom with the least bit of grace he's ever seen. He closes his eyes, shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth as a distraction.

You chortle, splitting a loaf of bread apart and dropping it in your soup. Isagi gags at your method. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm feeding myself steroids."

"You'll need them to beat me." Isagi bites back at you even if you easily spot the rice grains sticking to his nostrils and the sauce stain on his chin.

"I don't need that shit to kick your ass."

"We can take it there."

"We've already taken it there. Next game, I'll humiliate you live in front of all these dumbasses tuning in and you won't have a shred of pride and dignity left in you." You respond, but for some reason Isagi can't feel the characteristic hostility, instead there was a rhythmic lilt to your tone.

"You love talking, don't you," Isagi grunts, but he can't find it in himself to frown unlike before. He was getting a bit excited, you're no weakling and the thought of competing against you made him unable to sit still. He wanted to be standing on the field in this very moment, but he nevertheless had to wait.

You stay silent after that, but he could tell you weren't backing down just because of what he had retorted. You squint your eyes and mirth settles once more on your features, "Unfortunately for you, I've always been a blabbermouth."

★

You contemplate drowning yourself in the hot springs. The water is warm, but your shame has your blood running cold.

You have lost against Isagi. Even if for the most part you didn't mean half the things you said, you still had some pride. And yet what little confidence you had left was shattered in mere seconds.

You should have been faster, you should have read the situation first and you should have calculated better. You should have scored that goal, but you ended up as a piece of shit decoy for Isagi, who reveled in his victory.

You look up at the ceiling, blinding yourself. Your ears were getting filled with gross butt water and you felt like a torn-up plastic bag. "I suck hairy ass cheeks, man. Fuuuuuuckk."

"You're not wrong." You pause in your fit, eyes saucers wide as you stare like a deer in headlights. You were suddenly embarrassed, like you were caught doing something appalling.

You dip your head under water and Isagi observes the small bubbles emerging on the surface. "Stop that, [Last Name]! Are you a child to be upset over something dumb like that?" He scolds you and you think that might have been your breaking point.

"Shut up! You're one to talk, you big penis! Weren't you the one sending death threats to Gingerhead via real life? I'm allowed to cry! Real men cry!" You manage out between green snot and you divulge that you were ugliest when you wail.

Isagi parts his mouth, rendered speechless. Not so much because he felt guilty, but because being put so abruptly in such a weird situation made his mind go blank. He couldn't figure out what to do or say to comfort you. Seeing you cry like a baby prompted him to at least try and pacify you a tiny bit. That's what nice people do, right?

"Hey," He reaches out to you, his hand grabbing at your arm to pull you out of the hot spring. You grip his forearm out of the blue, bringing him down, large splashes of water escaping the confines of the small pool. "What the fuck?!"

You cling to his back, semi-strangling him. "Do you really think I'll cry cause of one loss? Especially in front of you? Don't make me laugh! You're not that special. Du bist ein Blödian, Blödian, Blödian." You sneer even if he can't see. Well, you really did cry, but you somehow played it off. You didn't know if he believed you or not, but it's not like it mattered.

"To think I actually felt bad for you..." Isagi's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile.

"Don't pity me!"

"You're a sad man, [Last Name]."

"Eat my horseshit."

At the end of the day, Isagi couldn't stand you. But that didn't mean he couldn't stomach you. You were still annoying as hell, though.