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oh found the kind of shit Kiyora-Kaiser duo pulled in his Magnus goal lmao

(tho fictional, kiyora made the ball stop midgame, so can we give kiyora proper credit for that wonderful assist please??)

Quick meme before I go to bed <3

Still luv kaiser tho♥️

Destroy. Rebuilt. Re-evaluate. Turn Zero into One

✮ - Thinking about this video, but with Kaiser instead.

It started with just a simple download of the app (well unless you already had it), chatgpt, after seeing somebody online download it and ask it a bunch of questions and it always responded in a flirty way. I mean what could go wrong? It was a way to not only check if it actually worked and possibly learn some stuff in the process. You decided that since it was around the time you and Kaiser would practice some German (so you could actually understand what he was saying) you would ask questions about that. So you opened up the app and went to the button that let you have a voice chat with it. It started off fine with just you asking about how to say things like “good morning” and “hello” just to make sure that it was actually working. It wasn’t until a couple minutes later and a few questions later it started acting sort of flirty with you, calling you names like “sweetheart” and “baby” and that’s when Kaiser’s attention was finally drawn over to what you were doing. He had been sitting in your shared bedroom at his desk, watching over one of the previous matches but once he heard a male voice coming over from where he knew you were at, and calling you names like those he went out to investigate. He stood in the doorway for a second looking over at you, slightly laughing as you asked your phone another question about how to say “I slay” in german. All to which it responded with the german translation and a “sweetheart” at the end. With a roll of Kaiser’s eyes he walked over and grabbed your phone from you, walking away with it. “I don’t know what that was, but no more.” He placed it up on a high counter, as you followed behind him jumping to get it back. “I was just trying to learn German!” “You don’t need whatever that was, you have me. I’ll teach you.” He said, leaning back onto one of the counters, crossing his arms as he watched you jump and try to climb in the counter in an attempt to get your phone back. “But you were busy.” “And now I’m not. So I’ll teach you.” He walked over and grabbed your waist from where you were slightly standing on your knees to reach and grab your phone, with a quick motion he lifted you up and pulled you off the counter, placing you back down on the floor. He took your hand and pulled you over to the couch with him, sitting you down on his lap before placing his head on your shoulder. “First Lesson, Du brauchst dein Telefon nicht. Du brauchst nur mich.” You could only give him a confused look, you assumed he had something about your phone just based on the way he said “Telefon” but the rest you had no idea. “Sure?” You responded, not really knowing what else to say, to which he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Wunderbar, Second Lesson~"

Mind you the second sentence I asked my friend with help for since I had no idea, so just roll with me here. Also Warning: All Google translated German, so if there is any mistakes please let me know!! Sie brauchen Ihr Telefon nicht. Du brauchst nur mich. - You don't need your phone. You just need me. Wunderbar - Wonderful

Can't Live Without A Good Brother

Michael Kaiser x Sibling Reader (Platonic)

Synopsis ‐ Through the eyes of child, you hold on to your brother. While your brother tries to runaway from your shared childhood, you try to hold together what remains of your broken bonds.

Winter ran faster than May's lions, then came spring's showers, then swam summer's waves, then autumn's withering leaves —then again— winter's desert drew in the cold: Repeat.

"Love must be the reason why I still believe in this lie, that you'll be happier without me by your side. "

Word Count: 3.5k

Tw. Child abuse, minor depictions of violence, minor mentions of suicide/depression, only read if you want to cry, German grammar mistakes, major spoilers for chapter 260.

I promise there'll be part two as soon as more of kaisers character development is given. Besides, I've been writing too much fluff, so yeah 😇🫶

The leaves were turning into shades of brown and orange. Being a weekday, not many children were out and about during this season. Yet, here were two siblings together in a near-abandoned playground.

"Micha! Micha! MICHAEL!!!" You shouted his name as you ran around him. You wanted him to leave this football alone and push you on the swing. What was so fun about kicking a ball?

The wind picked up, the leaves brushed against eachother, and the metal playground equipment made an eerie chime.

Micheal tried to restrain himself from lashing out. But his patience with you has been running thin lately. "Shut up missgeburt! Leave me alone and swing by yourself!"

You stopped in front of him and pouted. "I don't know how to!"

"You literally just kick your feet back and forth!" Michael grumbled as he kicked the ball past you and towards the wall. He wanted to laugh when it bounced back and hit you on the back of your head.

You stumbled forward and held your head. You glared at Michael with tears in your eyes as he audibly laughed out loud. Let's see who's laughing when you bite his hand.

As you "play fought" with Michael, you ignored the bruises and cuts on his skin — Just like how you don't notice the normal mundane things in life. As long as you were with him, you would be fine.

Your earliest memory that you can remember is that of Michael crying while holding you. You remember looking over his shoulder and seeing your father hitting him. You remember hearing your father shout at Michael; telling him to let go of you. Michael refused to do so and held you tighter. He held you so tight in fact, that he had bruised you.

Your father is not a good man: not a good father. Michael often told you to go hide in the closet — that it was to hide from a big scary monster and he'll fight it off for you. He would wrap you in a ragged blanket and kiss your forehead.

Michael, not a good boy, definitely a good brother. It's because he is a good brother that you are here with him. If you could, you would make sure every day was a reason for Michael to smile the same way he does for you!

If only you were a bit bigger, a bit taller, a bit older, a bit stronger —just maybe— then he could be happy.

"Micha! Micha! Let's go to the park!" You pulled on his shirt, trying to drag him out of the store. You didn't understand why Michael looked at you terrified or the shop clerk looked at him suspiciously. When you got home, you didn't know why your father was pulling your arm while your brother cried. All you wanted was to leave the boring store and go to the park with Michael.

You didn't know many things, but one of the few things you knew was that Michael was the best in the whole wide world. No one was cooler than your brother! You had the best brother anyone could ever ask for!

Your favorite game to play with Michael was finding plastic bottles. Whoever found the most bottles would win, and you always won; if Michael says otherwise, he's wrong. You definitely always won!

"Michael! I found three bottles! (not in the recycling bins this time)" You proudly held the three plastic bottles up towards him. Micheal hesitated before flashing you a grin and pulling his hands from behind to reveal eight bottles.

You let out a gasp and began to cope with the loss. "Well— mine are better!!! And definitely prettier!!!"

Your second favorite game was hiding money around the house so monsters couldn't steal your treasure. The money and coins weren't that important to you but to Michael, they were treasure. Michael often told you stories about the monster that came out at night to steal children and sell for cash. He said that if you left your shared bedroom, the monster would get you. Michael was wrong; The only thing that you found at night was your father.

Your least favorite game was hide-and-seek. The game would start with Michael leaving you somewhere and telling you to wait for him. He would say that you two were hiding; you would wait in the closet while Michael went somewhere else to hide. You didn't like how the game involved Michael leaving you alone for so long. You especially didn't like how bad at the game Michael was. Your dad always managed to find him.

You cried and cried as you hit your father, desperately trying to get him off Michael. He would almost always kick your stomach in his fit of rage, and you would always stay in bed for days after that. You hated how you couldn't stand up and play at the park with Michael.

Michael is the best brother — that was a fact. He was a good brother to you and did his best to keep you safe. Whether that was out of obligation or affection, you don't know. Not that you can ask him anymore.

"Micha! Micha! Where are you going?" You tried grabbing his hand, but he kept pushing you away. You didn't want to go home but you also didn't want to stay at the park by yourself.

Michael refused to look at your face as he tried to walk away. Seeing as you kept persisting on going with him, Michael turned and said, "I–I gotta somewhere for a while. Just wait here for a bit! I'll be back, okay!"

"Ja...."

"Das lebewohl." That should've told you everything you needed to know.

The sun began to set and you especially didn't want to be left alone in the dark, especially in a park you've never been to before. Even so, you listened to him and sat on the park bench under a tree. You waited and waited until eventually, the sky turned dark. Though you were scared of the dark, you kept your composure. Waiting was what you did best! Michael doesn't ask many things of you and you don't really do anything for him; so, you can at least do this much for him! You hid under one of the park's domes as the occasional person came and went. You kept falling asleep but awoke every time. Michael would be back soon and you wanted to be awake when he did.

The sound of crickets filled the night air and the wind softly whistled throughout the playground. Soon enough, you fell asleep, hidden away in the dome. Breathing softly as you waited for your brother's eventual return.

There were very few times you saw Michael truly alive.

Michael was twelve.

"Glückliche Familie......" You vividly remember reading your shirt while strolling the shopping district. Christmas was right around the corner, the streets and sidewalks were clear of snow, and lights and decorations littered the streets: a time in which families gathered around and celebrated.

The was a bit small but it didn't bother you too much — albeit ragged, you could call it yours without hesitation. Michael had cut the original garment and poorly sewed it together with another shirt of yours. He didn't understand why you insisted so much on keeping that particular tank top; Nevertheless, Michael complied.

"Michael, what does—" Michael grabbed your hand when he felt you falling behind. Michael just looked ahead, never turning to look at you. Lights illuminated this dark lonely festive night. Dolls, clothes, electronics, books, jewelry, perfume: there were many mannequins his and your size wearing new clothes in the display window. There were many things Micheal wanted: there were many things he wished he could give you. His younger sibling; you who were underdressed in this cold season.

Michael wants to be something.

Despite not being alone, this was the loneliest he ever felt. He impulsively ran from home because of a stupid argument and took you with him. Whenever Michael looks at you, he sometimes swears that he'll choke you. You don't understand the pain and dread he wakes up with every day. He's the one who gets punished for your mistakes. You just eat and eat as if that's all you're good for. Despite all he's done for you, you're still as weak as a rabbit. You're nothing but a burden.

Michael first saw you in the arms of a woman he had never seen before. She was arguing with his father at the front door. She cried and begged even as his father struck her in the face. The second time he saw you was outside the same door where the woman stood. You weren't crying and drenched in the rain. Micheal didn't know if all babies were as quiet as you or if the rain muffled your tears. Nevertheless, Michael held out his hand and felt your tiny fingers hold his finger.

You were his sibling and that meant something.

Micheal wants to be something. If he hits you, you'll cry. If he yells at you, you'll run. If he neglects you, you'll die. Michael wants something to live for — something that won't ever leave him; as long as you're with him, you'll never be happy. He wants something that stays quietly by his side. Something that won't cry no matter what it sees.

Michael stopped in front of one particular display window. Holding your hand tight, Michael stared at the football. No matter how far he goes, the feelings of resentment, the tears he sheds, he always goes back to get you. He doesn't want to let go, yet he does.

Children are children: Michael was a child once. He knows what it felt like to be a child. Your brother knew what it was like and he was a fool: you were the biggest fool you have ever known.

As you two got older, Michael grew taller and stronger: you? Inexplicably, you fell sick. Your body began to shut down and Michael did his best to tend to your needs. You stayed asleep in your shared bedroom for extended periods. Michael had to help you stand up and eat. However, he couldn't always be by your side.

Your father never once came to see you as you remained helpless on the bedroom floor. There was no reason your father had to help you. If anything, it would be a good thing if you could just die already. It's not like anyone would miss you once you were gone. Maybe Michael would be happier that way. His life could be so much easier without you burdening him, wouldn't it?

Even if no one wanted you alive —even if your brother would be happier with you gone— you at least wanted to die outside. All you had was a small window and it's been weeks since you've been outside.

"It'll be quick, I promise. I'll get you a stuffed animal and some candy, alright?"

You woke up from your nap and tried to stand up, but instead fell onto the dresser next to you. You felt so cold despite burning up. When was the last time you saw Michael? How long were you asleep? Five minutes? An hour?

The sun was up only a moment ago. The entire sky was dark, and you struggled to find to open the bedroom door. Where was Michael?

"Mi—cha!" You could barely call it his name. Your throat felt dry, it hurt to speak. You felt so very tired but tried to stay awake.

"Micha!" You squealed out his name. It wasn't unusual for Micheal to not be at home, but in your irrational state, it didn't cross your mind to remember this. All you thought was that you were alone again; he left you again.

"Micha—"

"Why can't you fucking shut up already!" You heard your father shout. In your delirium, you couldn't see where he was at.

"Where is he?" You were slumped against the wall right next to the doorway. You didn't care if he threw a beer bottle at you again; you just wanted to see your brother.

You felt him pull on your hair, and throw you on the floor. He kicked you repeatedly as you remained still. You couldn't even defend yourself if you wanted to; you could barely sit up, much less shield your body.

"That worthless piece of shit kicked me in the face! He can't do anything right. Stole and kept money from me!"

"Where Micha—" You tried to crawl away, but he promptly stomped on your back.

"Why the hell is the Hurensohn still breathing? All you do is eat and shit in my house! I should've gotten rid of you a long time ago — a schlampe and hure just like that worthless mother of yours—"

You wanted to see Michael. Where was he? You didn't want to listen to your father anymore. You just want Michael to hold your hand. Even as you were being hurt, you still had it in you to hope he was fine. You didn't want to listen to your father anymore.

You must have passed out because when you next woke up, you were being carried by someone tall. You heard the sound of a struggle in the background: your father arguing, people saying something incomprehensible. You opened your eyes enough to look at the person carrying you. He was taller than Michael: so much taller. Next to him was a bearded old man who stared ahead unflinching. You wanted to ask about Michael but you couldn't muster the strength.

Wrapped in a blanket, carried by a stranger, you felt disgustingly exposed.

When you woke up, you were lying in the hospital bed while the man sat in a chair beside you. From him, you found out your brother was arrested and bailed out. He told you how you essentially didn't exist in the eyes of the government: no birth certificate, no hospital records, nothing. Through DNA tracing, he found your mother's identity and officially gave you a name.

He called himself Ray Dark.

"Your new last name will be the same as your mother's, Ewignade."

"Can't it be the same as my brother's?"

"Your brother didn't want you to have your father's last name."

"Where is Michael?" You ignored him and continued to pester him about your brother.

"Your brother is at the Bastard München Youth Academy. He'll be staying there as so long he's good enough."

"Michael is more than enough!"

Herr Dark stared at you with a perplexed expression, "Right."

"So, when can I see him?" You looked at him sternly.

"When he chooses to see you."

A good boy, a good brother: a bad man, a bad father. You were still your insufferable self.

You want nothing more than to see your brother again. The last time you saw him was when he left you alone in that house. It's been a week or two, and Herr Dark refused to allow you to speak to your brother. Every time you asked, he would answer, "I told him that you wanted to speak to him, and he said no."

Michael doesn't want to see you: he doesn't want to head you.

Herr Dark had enrolled you in a co-ed boarding school; "it's the school your brother chose personally." A prestigious academy students could only get in through potential and money — you got in through the latter. You never had a proper education and so you had to study nearly all hours in a day to catch up with your peers.

The only times Michael paid you attention without your asking was when you did something to cause him worry. He never ignored you if he was concerned.

You remember sitting at an empty table during lunch when a boy approached you and said something. His shoulder accidentally grazed yours when he sat next to you. You looked at him, stood up, and punched him.

"What's your problem—!"

You pushed him to the ground and continued your assault. You pulled on his hair, and punched him repeatedly. Surely, you causing problems with other students would have Michael spiraling over his neglect. He'll be so worried that he has to come see you. He isn't so cruel as to ignore his troubled sibling.

"First day at school and already causing problems," Ray muttered under his breath as he waited for you to come down to the headmaster's office. "This is exactly what he did."

Ray was originally going to have someone else take guardianship over you until Michael was old enough; that way, if any problem arose, they could handle it. However, he was still in the process of doing so, and he never expected you to cause said trouble on the first day of school.

"You're lucky I was still in the city when this happened. You could have been charged with physical assault by the boy's parents." Ray managed to keep you from being expelled after lots of negotiations with the headmaster. If it wasn't for your brother, he would've let you be expelled; it was a miracle you were even able to enter with your education level.

"Lucky you were here?" You two were walking outside in the school's garden as you talked about today's disaster. "I don't care if you were here! Where's Michael? Why isn't he here?"

"He doesn't want to see you."

"Why doesn't he want to see me?"

"Why should Michael see you?"

You looked at him angrily and answered, "Because he's my brother. And don't say it's because he doesn't want to see me! You already said it twice already!"

Herr Dark placed his hand on your head, "You didn't do anything wrong, I'll tell you that. There are just some things Micheal needs to sort out before he's confident enough to see you."

If Michael wouldn't come to see you if you cause problems — then maybe if you behaved and became amiable, he'll want to see you. So that's what you did. Turning your personality around, you did your best to become someone Michael would want to see.

A good brother: a bad father: a gone mother: a dead mom: the insatiable you.

Herr Dark left, and you held on to the hope that your brother would come to see you if you behaved. You got average markings on tests, joined extracurriculars, were well-liked by your peers, and collected; why wouldn't he want to see you?

You waited for a phone call; that never came. Okay, he would to hear your progress directly from the teachers; you sat there alone with your teacher until your allotted ran up. Of course! Of course! Michael was so busy all the time with training and traveling for major matches that he couldn't see you. However, he would be free during holidays and pick you up during winter break like your classmates' families: you waited outside the academy as you watched other students get picked up by their families for the holidays. You waited until you were the last one there. One of the staff had to usher you back to the dormitory.

You set your suitcase by your desk, took off your coat, and sat on your bed. Others had to stay at the boarding school, away from their family, for winter break — you just never thought it would be you. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and fell asleep.

It's winter break and that included Christmas. Lights strewn all over the streets. Children running along as their parents tried to keep up. Shopkeepers fixing their displays and showcasing their goods. Toy trains, music boxes, dolls, blankets, scarves, science sets, and all the pretty things you looked at with Michael. You wondered if Michael would at least send you a gift, if not a visit.

You sat, staring at the snow falling onto the trees outside your dorm window. You received a gift box, but it wasn't from the person you were expecting. Nevertheless, you hope to Herr Dark again in the future.

"OUR SUPERSTAR MICHAEL KAISER!!!!"

The sports announcer shouted as the audience of thousands cheered on for the boy known as Michael Kaiser. This boy swept the German world of football off its feet. As cruel as he paints himself, no one can deny his charisma. It's impossible to not look at him in awe, jealousy, anxiety, or loathing.

You sat in the far corner of the room as you and your peers watched Bastard München go up against another major club you don't care about. There, on the same screen behind a display window you and him watched football games, ran Michael Kaiser. Your classmates watched in awe as Michael scored another goal.

Winter ran faster than May's lions, then came spring's showers, then swam summer's waves, then autumn's withering leaves —then again— winter's desert drew in the cold: Repeat.

The last time you saw Michael, he kissed your forehead and his eyes were red from crying. You were sick for a long time and you weren't awake to say anything.

When the leaves first come, you'll sing a song.

How many times have I said I love you?

I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAAAA <3333

Heyo! I was wondering if you could do a childhood friends to lovers HC with GN! Reader and Michael Kaiser from blue lock. Honestly he's a jerk but it's always the jerks that I somehow love😅😅

heyy :)) i honestly think everyone loves at least one jerk LMAO. i honestly like him too...thanks for requesting!! <3

childhood friends to lovers with michael kaiser

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you and michael have known each other since children

well no shit

anyway

he was very mean to you and was your friend only because you were the only kid in the neighborhood

he would always drag you out to play soccer with him

but in return you would always make him play with you

imagine 8-year old him trying to cook with his mom and you

he would always mess something up and pout in another room

he actually did want to help, he just always did something wrong

like put in sugar instead of salt

and baking something for 50 minutes instead of 15

when he started getting serious about soccer

he pushed you and his family away

his parents treated you like a daughter

and cared for you more than they cared for their son, who was always traveling

he resented you because he was jealous of the affection he wasn't receiving from his parents

he would always talk shit about you to his teammates

who all eventually thought he liked you

because he talked about you a LOT

eventually you had gone to one of his games for bastard munchen

with his parents of course

when you met his teammates

he was horrified

because his teammates started telling you how much he liked you

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Random Kaiser headcannons cuz I'm starving for more Kaiser content

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Mans can't cook. And I don't mean the 'setting the food on fire' kind, he LITERALLY just uses either the wrong stuff or the wrong amount. AND IT'S NOT EVEN ON PURPOSE MOST OF THE TIME.

Probably is allergic to cats (and hates them.)

Doesn't like winter cuz 1. He can't handle the cold and 2. Can't practice football in the snow

THIS MFER DEFINITELY IS THE TYPE TO MAKE VERY SUS SOUNDS AT THE BACK OF THE CLASS AT THE MOST RANDOM MOMENTS

I think he has a hair care routine, since he's basically a celebrity he knows it's important to have a good first impression

He probs smells nice too

U can't tell me he didn't yelp/curse in pain the whole time when he first got his tattoos (his mom also has the video footage, change my mind.)

Hates history class becuz something like this always happens:

"Good morning class, today we'll be learning about the Kaisers of the German Empire."

*whole class stares at Kaiser.*

"What."

*silence.*

"REALLY GUYS?! IM NOT A FUCKING OLD GEEZER"

"Kaiser, language."

He also has no sense of personal space whatsoever, but after seeing chapter 157 it's pretty much canon at this point

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More Kaiser headcanons because I said so

P.S there's some x reader hcs in there this time

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I feel like he listens to lady gaga RELIGIOUSLY, idk but it's like her songs just resonate with him. Istg if kaiser appears in my mind one more time when i listen to judas or alejeandro im throwing hands

He also sings in the shower, his team mates caught him singing once and since then it's become an inside joke among the whole german team

Speaking of singing, i just KNOW kaiser has a stupidly seductive singing voice, just imagine him singing to u oh my god-

steals your food. He's done it to ness before and will do it again to u

The type to get very VERY clingy and whiney when he's sick (he also gets sick during winter ALOT so good luck)

Despite his looks, kaiser's a lightweight, his team mates found out about it after he ate some chocolates containing alcohol

He passed out after that-

u ended up carrying him to his house along with the help of ness

Won't admit it, but his favourite subject in school is english literature (he's a theatre kid what did u expect)

he definitely uses u as a armrest if ur shorter than him

If kaiser has a little sibling, i think he would like drawing his rose tattoos on their hands and its the most adorable thing ever

He's either a menace to his sibling or a wholesome big bro, nothing in between.

Speaking of which he'd definitely lift them up by their legs and carry them upside down like that

Asks u to do his eyeliner for him

He helps u do ur makeup (if u wear any) in return (is super good with eyeliner and eyeshadow)

He likes scaring u by hugging u and then lifting u up in the air by surprise

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To all the kaiserkissers out there, now that the anime's out, how does it feel to know that we won't be seeing him animated until another 2-3 years

So I drew Kaiser in a corset-

Me: kaiser?? Why tf would i like him lmao

Meanwhile my saved pinterest pins:

Enemies template but it's with my oc jae-yeon and kainess duo

Random thought but kaiser with a south (east) asian s/o would be so chaotic and funny.

Imagine kaiser just walking inside your shared apartment with shoes on while you give him the "bitch you better take those off before I send you to meet my ancestors" look.

Or when he visits your home and grabs those metal cookie containers (it's always gonna be those danish cookie tins i swear) thinking there's cookies inside but no, he sees an entire sewing kit instead.

And he'll be suffering at family dinners bc he has the weakest spice tolerance known to man while you're calmly eating your lahpet thoke (လက်ဖဘ်သုပ် for my fellow burmese ppl out there who can read)

ALSO, asian families in general dislike tattoos A LOT so he'll desperately be trying to cover his up everytime he comes to visit your family. No way he'll be ruining his image infront of his future in-laws (wink wonk)

But I think he'll really love spending time with you during special festivals/holidays, just imagine him covered head to toe with colourful powder during holi or getting splashed in the face with a water gun during Thingyan/Songkran

Kaiser would also constantly bother you during praying ceremonies, it can be about anything really, from complaining about the numbness in his legs from kneeling for too long, to prodding at you and asking how much longer the praying session is going to last.

CHAP 221 LEAKS?? HOLY SHIT KAISER LOOKS SO GOOD

The sky vs the earth.

Chap 241 kaiser has a chokehold on me

Guess who convinced their mom to buy vol 19 and 20 during her japan trip

#masterlist

⋆⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Requests are open ໒꒱ ˚⁎⋆

˚ most often I write male readers ; but have no problem with fem readers.

↷ my imagine..blue lock !

01 ; 02 ; 03 ; 04 ; 05 ; 06 ; 07 ; soon..

↷ boyfriends (lil) hcs.

Chigiri hyoma

01 ; 02 ; soon..

Reo mikage

01 ; 02 soon..

⋆⁎˚ ꒰ఎ I only put them for the moment, I will add the others later, give me a little time, I have to do those before. ໒꒱ ˚⁎⋆

↷ boyfriends ( long ) hcs

Soon...

Part 2 is here! You can see the name of the OG artist on the lower right corner of each artwork ★~!

Hi

Could you please do bllk boys accidentally hitting their partner and feeling bad about it.

Maybe kaiser barou noa?

A/n: hiii!! Sorry it took so long to get back to you but here is your amazing request I had fun writing this.

Fluff just absolutely pure fluff😭😭

Kaiser

Kaiser had just returned home from a rigorous Blue Lock training session, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. He was grateful for his girlfriend, ____, who had patiently waited for him to arrive. As he entered their cozy living room, he found you sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.

Eager to see you, Kaiser approached, his eyes not entirely focused as he was lost in thought about the day's practice. Without realizing it, his foot caught the edge of the coffee table, causing him to stumble forward. In a moment of sheer misfortune, his elbow grazed your shoulder, and your book fell to the floor with a thud.

You winced in pain, more from the shock than the actual impact. You looked up at Kaiser, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. Kaiser immediately snapped out of his daze, registering what had just happened. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh my goodness, ___ I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly reaching out to help you up. "Are you okay?"

You managed a small, pained smile as you accepted his hand and stood up. "I'm fine, just a bit startled," you replied, rubbing your shoulder gently.

Kaiser couldn't forgive himself for his carelessness. He felt a deep sense of remorse for accidentally hurting the person he cared about most. "I can't believe I was so clumsy," he muttered, his expression filled with self-reproach.

Your smile softened, and you placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It was just an accident, Kaiser. Don't be too hard on yourself."

But Kaiser couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He knew that he needed to be more mindful, both on and off the field. As he hugged you tightly, he made a silent promise to himself to never let his focus on soccer interfere with his love and care for you.

Barou

Barou, the talented striker from the Blue Lock team, had just returned from an intense training session. The pressure to perform at his best was always on his mind, but today, it seemed to weigh even heavier. His girlfriend, ___ was waiting for him at his apartment, excited to spend some quality time together.

As he entered his living room, Barou's exhaustion seemed to overshadow his joy at seeing you. You rushed to him, trying to steal a quick hug. Startled by your sudden approach, Barou reflexively pushed you away, a little too forcefully. The impact was unintentional but undeniable. You stumbled backward, your expression quickly shifting from surprise to hurt.

Barou's heart sank as he realized what he had just done. He rushed to your side, reaching out to hold you steady. "___, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

You winced in pain, but you nodded, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm fine, Barou, but that really hurt."

Tears welled up in Barou's eyes as guilt washed over him. He had always prided himself on his precision and control on the field, but he had failed to display the same care with the person he loved most. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his voice trembling with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you,___. I'm so, so sorry. You mean everything to me, and I would never want to hurt you."

Your pain slowly subsiding, hugged him back, forgiving but still visibly shaken. "I know you didn't mean it, Barou, but please remember that I'm not an opponent on the field. We can communicate without physical force."

Barou nodded, his grip on you tightening as he promised, "I'll remember that, ___. I'll always be more careful with you."

Their embrace continued, but this time, it was filled with a newfound understanding and a commitment to treat each other with the gentleness and respect they deserved. Barou had learned a valuable lesson that day, one that extended beyond the soccer field and into the most important aspect of his life – his relationship with ___

Noa

Noel Noa had just finished an intense practice session with his Blue Lock teammates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the field. He couldn't wait to head home and spend some quality time with his girlfriend. She'd been so supportive of his soccer dreams, and he cherished the moments they had together.

As he rushed to get dressed, Noel couldn't shake the adrenaline from practice. He was still on edge, and it showed when he didn't notice you quietly entering the room. Startled, he accidentally swung his arm back just as you was stepping closer.

The unintended impact was gentle, just a tap really, but it caught you off guard, and you stumbled backward. Your surprised gasp made Noel snap out of his reverie immediately. He reached out to steady you, his heart racing faster now for a different reason.

"I'm so sorry, ___," Noel said, his voice filled with genuine concern. He could see a hint of surprise and hurt in her eyes.

You blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. You knew Noel would never intentionally hurt you. "It's okay, Noel," you managed to say, forcing a small smile. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

But Noel wasn't satisfied with just that. He pulled you gently into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. "I should have been more careful," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "You mean the world to me, and I'd never want to hurt you."

You melted into his embrace, understanding dawning on you . You knew how much pressure Noel was under with his soccer dreams and the rigorous training and appreciated that he was always there for you, just like now, when he was apologizing for something as small as a bump.

"Noel, it's okay," you reassured him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "I know you didn't mean it. I love you, and I'm proud of everything you're achieving."

Noel smiled, relieved that ___understood. He knew he had to find ways to manage his stress better and be more present when he was with you. You both shared a heartfelt moment, bond growing stronger, and both of you cherishing the love you had for each other.