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|Paralysed!Rin Headcannons

Perfectly fine!Rin who got an irreversible injury in a soccer match. He was admitted to the hospital almost immediately by his dearest girlfriend, you.

Paralysed!Rin who had to sit on a wheelchair because the doctor said so. Unfortunate, isn't it? It was hard to operate the wheelchair by himself, but at least he had you pushing him around!

Paralysed!Rin who you brought to the mall to go shopping for snacks. Leaving a paralysed person at home wasn't very nice, so you brought him.

Paralysed!Rin who you forgot about after you met your friend Meguru. You guys talked and laughed together, leaving a dumbfounded Rin behind.

Paralysed!Rin who tried to go home by himself after trying to call for you a few times. Not your fault Meguru was so easy to talk to!

Paralysed!Rin who knocked on the front door at midnight. You woke up groggily, completely forgetting about Rin as you padded towards the door.

Paralysed!Rin who glared at you the entire time and grumbled, "You left me behind..." You apologised over and over, trying to explain yourself.

Paralysed!Rin who you brought to a mountain top for cloud gazing as an apology. Rin always did liked peace after all.

Paralysed! Rin whose wheelchair (and him) rolled off the mountain when you forgot to hold onto the wheelchair. HEY! In your defence, you were taking a picture!

Paralysed!Rin who was admitted to the hospital again with a broken nose and a broken arm (maybe also a broken wheelchair). You pampered him the whole time he was there, though he was wrapped like a fucking mummy.

Paralysed!Rin who was released from the hospital weeks later with a new wheelchair and character development.

Paralysed!Rin who was traumatised by the experience of the crash AND the hospital.

Paralysed!Rin who breaks up with you. Or at least he tries to. How could he ever resist your adorable puppy eyes welling up with tears?

"M'sorrryyyy Rinnie... I didn't mean to almost kill youuu! At least you're alive, right?" You pouted with puppy eyes, staring up with him. He dragged his hand down his face, "Ugh... You're lucky I love you, idiot..."

Paralysed!Rin who loves you anyway.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, New Year Ver

The common room was decked out in the most haphazard, glorious mess any of them had ever seen. Streamers hung from the ceiling in lopsided loops. A banner reading "HAPPY NEW YEAR!! (TIME TO RESET YOUR AURAS!)" was taped to the wall, one corner already drooping. The centerpiece was a mountain of snacks, among which gummy dinosaurs and frog-shaped cookies reigned supreme.

It was the Blue Lock New Year's Eve party, an event that had only come into existence because (Y/N) had declared it "non-negotiable for vibrational alignment."

The mood was surprisingly light. Even Ego had made a brief, ominous appearance, taken a single frog cookie, and retreated to his monitoring room with a grunt they chose to interpret as approval.

As the countdown to midnight neared, a comfortable chaos reigned. Bachira and Isagi were in a fiercely competitive game of something that involved balancing cookies on their foreheads. Nagi was already asleep on a couch, a party hat askew on his head. Reo and Chigiri were debating the merits of different sparkling juices.

And Sae? He was in his usual spot on the periphery, a silent sovereign observing his kingdom. But his posture was relaxed, one arm draped along the back of the couch where (Y/N) sat, her feet tucked under her, chattering excitedly to Rin about her "New Year's Whimsy Resolutions.""…and number three is to finally teach Sae the proper way to do a cartwheel! It's about joyful momentum, not structural efficiency!"

Rin, sipping his drink, just shook his head, but the usual scowl was absent. "Good luck with that."

The large screen on the wall switched to the iconic Tokyo countdown. The room fell into a anticipatory hush.

"Ten!"Bachira hopped onto the coffee table, cookie forgotten.

"Nine! Eight!"Isagi grabbed Chigiri’s shoulder, grinning.

"Seven! Six! Five!"

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet, pulling Sae up with her. He came willingly, a faint, tolerant smile on his face."Four! Three! Two!"

She turned to him, her eyes reflecting the screen's light, shining with pure, unfiltered joy. The noise of their friends, the blare of the broadcast, it all faded into a background hum.

"ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The room erupted. Confetti cannons (procured from who-knows-where by Bachira) fired, filling the air with colorful paper. Cheers, laughter, and the clinking of plastic cups echoed around them.

But in their little bubble, time seemed to slow. (Y/N) threw her arms around Sae’s neck. "Happy New Year, Grumpy-Cake!"

Instead of his usual grunt or deadpan remark, Sae’s hands settled firmly on her waist. He looked down at her, his intense gaze holding hers. The noise, the celebration, the entire world outside their fortress—it all disappeared.

"Happy New Year," he said, his voice low and meant only for her. Then he kissed her. This was different than the others. Softer. Deeper. A kiss that held the quiet gratitude for the year of chaos she’d brought him, and a silent promise for all the years to come. It was a kiss that tasted of frog cookies and hope.

When they finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, they became aware of their surroundings again. Their friends were pointedly looking away, pretending to be very interested in the confetti patterns on the ceiling or intensely discussing resolutions.

(Y/N)’s cheeks were flushed, her smile softer now. She reached into the pocket of her hoodie (which read ‘New Year, Same Weird Me’) and pulled out two small, wrapped parcels.

"First present of the year," she whispered.Sae raised an eyebrow but took his. He unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a simple, sturdy keychain. Not silver. Not from a fan. This one was handmade from baked clay, painted in slightly messy but vibrant colors. It was two figures: a tall, grumpy-looking stick figure in blue, and a smaller, beaming one in pink, their little clay hands linked. On the back, etched into the clay, were two words: My Home.

Sae stared at it, his throat tight. He looked from the clumsy, perfect gift to her hopeful face. In a world of trophies and contracts, this was the most valuable thing he owned.

Wordlessly, he took his keys from his pocket, removed the old, plain ring, and threaded the new keychain on. It clinked softly against his house key. A declaration.

"Open yours," he said, his voice slightly rough.

She tore into the wrapping with gusto. Inside a small box was a necklace. The pendant was a single, delicate, silver frog. But it wasn't just any frog. It was sleek, modern, beautiful. And nestled in the frog's back was a tiny, brilliant green stone. It was whimsical and elegant all at once. Entirely her, and entirely his taste.

"For my queen," he murmured, taking it from the box. He undid the clasp and moved behind her, his fingers brushing her neck as he fastened it. The cool silver settled against her skin, right over her heart.

She touched it, her eyes wide. "It's perfect.

"Around them, the new year buzzed with potential and noise. But they stood anchored in their own quiet world. He had her symbol, a fortress around his keys. She had his, a piece of his steadfast love resting over her pulse.

Bachira, watching from across the room where he was now trying to balance a cookie on a sleeping Nagi's nose, sighed a happy sigh. "They're gonna have a really, really weird and wonderful year."

Isagi smiled, clinking his cup with Chigiri's. "Yeah," he said, his gaze on the pair, now forehead-to-forehead, speaking in quiet whispers only they could hear. "The best kind."

Tags: @boba-rama

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WARNING: 18+, Slight NSFW mentioned, smut mentioned, masturbation mentioned, obsession mentioned, stalker behavior mentioned

Stalker! Sae who gave you a teddy bear on the graduation of highschool and installed a camera in the bead eyes. He can watch you from his phone anytime!

Stalker! Sae who walks you home everyday after college and claims that he lives near even though his house is in the other direction!

Part 1 (@confessionsandcreampies), Part 2, Part 3, New Year Vers

The understanding became a new, unspoken rule of Blue Lock: Do not question the chaos. Appreciate it from a safe distance.

(Y/N)’s presence became a bizarre fixture. She’d show up with a new, equally outrageous hoodie (“Caution: I’m the Main Character” and “My Patronus is a Disappointed Teacher” were particular favorites). She’d hum theme songs from old magical girl anime while doing stretches next to them. She once tried to lead the entire team in a pre-game “power-up dance” that involved a lot of awkward hip shaking and spirit fingers. Only Bachira and, to everyone’s shock, Nagi (who seemed to find the instructions simple to follow) participated.

But the real shock was Sae. The changes were subtle, but to the hyper-observant players, they were seismic.

They noticed he’d started carrying bandaids in his pocket—the kind with cartoon frogs on them. After a particularly rough tackle left Rin with a bleeding shin, Sae had wordlessly walked over, slapped a frog bandaid on the cut, and walked away without a word. Rin had stared at his leg for a solid five minutes, his face a warzone of confusion and something vaguely resembling brotherly affection.

They noticed his insults lost a fraction of their venom. When Isagi misjudged a pass, instead of a scathing “Are you even trying to use your brain, loser?”, he got a flat, “Your spatial awareness is beige today, Yoichi.” Isagi was so surprised he forgot to be offended.

One afternoon, (Y/N) was buzzing around the edge of the field, trying to coax a very reluctant butterfly onto her finger. Sae was finishing his cool-down stretches, his focus entirely on her, a slight crease of concern on his brow as she nearly tripped over a stray ball.

Chigiri, wiping his face with a towel, murmured to Reo, “He’s like a satellite. He always knows where she is.”

Reo nodded slowly. “It’s the most intense man-marking I’ve ever seen. And she doesn’t even know she’s being played.”

(Y/N) gave up on the butterfly and bounded over to Sae, holding out her hands. “My fingers are cold.”

Without breaking his stride or even looking at her, Sae finished his stretch, then took both her small hands in his larger ones, enveloping them completely. He brought them to his lips and blew a warm, gentle breath onto her knuckles, his eyes finally meeting hers.

The entire field did not, in fact, freeze over. But time certainly seemed to stop for everyone watching. Bachira’s jaw was unhinged. Kunigami dropped his weights with a loud clang.

(Y/N) beamed, her cheeks pink. “Thanks, Grumpy-Cake.” She stood on her toes and kissed his chin. “You’re the best heater.”

Sae’s thumb stroked the back of her hand once, a movement so tender it felt more intimate than any kiss. “Idiot. You should have worn gloves.”

It was the most normal, domestic exchange anyone had ever heard from Itoshi Sae. It was more world-shattering than any of his 90-meter goals.

Later, as the team shuffled into the locker room, they found the source of the morning’s “beige aura” comment.(Y/N) had apparently been let loose with a label maker. Isagi’s locker now read “ANGSTY PROTAGONIST WITH A HEART OF GOLD (hidden very deep)”. Bachira’s said “SUNSHINE CHILD/KICKY ARTIST”. Nagi’s simply said “:3”.

On Rin’s locker, it said “BROODIER BUT SMALLER ITOSHI”.

Rin stared at it, his hand frozen on the combination lock. A vein throbbed in his temple. He looked ready to rip the thing off and hurl it across the room.

Sae walked in, took one look at the label, then at his brother’s thunderous expression. A sound escaped Sae’s lips. It was short, quiet, and utterly alien.

It was a laugh.

Rin’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide with pure shock. The anger evaporated, replaced by utter bewilderment.

Sae just shook his head, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he turned to his own locker. His label read: “GRUMPY-CAKE (HE/HIM)”.

He ran a finger over the words, a look of such profound, quiet fondness on his face that everyone quickly found something very interesting to look at on the floor or the ceiling.

She hadn’t just cracked the code. She had rewritten his entire operating system. And as they watched Itoshi Sae, the unapproachable genius, carefully peel the label off his locker and stick it inside his gym bag for safekeeping, they knew one thing for certain: if anyone ever tried to hurt her, they wouldn’t have to worry about Sae’s wrath.

They’d have to worry about all of them.

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This is my first time posting, hope y’all like it!! I’m continuing this from @confessionsandcreampies, so make sure you read their work too!!

Part 1, Part2, Part 3

Training sessions took on a new, surreal dimension. During a particularly intense drill, as Sae executed a flawless, devastating pass that left Isagi in the dust, a high-pitched cheer echoed from the sidelines.

“WOO! THAT’S MY GRUMPY-CAKE! KICK IT WITH ANGER, BABY!”

Sae didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blush. He just gave a barely perceptible nod in her direction, a king acknowledging his jester, before stealing the ball back from a stunned Rin.

Rin, for his part, was having a silent crisis. His entire worldview, which was built upon the foundation of his brother’s impenetrable, superior coldness, was fracturing. “He lets her… touch him,” Rin muttered to Shidou during a water break, his voice haunted.

Shidou, who found the whole situation hilarious, grinned. “Yeah, and she’s all over him! It’s like watching a kitten climb Mount Everest. You keep expecting him to swat her off, but he just… adjusts his footing.”

The true test came during a practice match. She was perched on the bleachers, her pink frog bag beside her, meticulously drawing what appeared to be a very detailed mustache on a picture of Napoleon in a history book.

Sae was a force of nature on the field, a symphony of precise, ruthless plays. But then she stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth, and yelled, “SAE! I HAVE TO PEE! DON’T SCORE UNTIL I GET BACK!”

The entire field stuttered to a halt. Bachira wheezed, collapsing onto the grass. Reo’s mouth hung open. Nagi, who had been half-asleep, actually blinked awake.

Sae stopped dribbling. He turned, looked directly at her, and uttered a single, flat word. “Hurry.”

She saluted and scampered off. Play resumed. Sixty seconds later, she came sprinting back, skidding to her seat. “OKAY, I’M BACK! YOU CAN SCORE NOW!”

And as if given a direct command, Sae effortlessly stole the ball, weaved through three defenders, and slammed it into the net with a terrifying finality. He then turned his head, not to look at his defeated opponents, but to look at her.

She was on her feet, jumping up and down, blowing a party horn she’d produced from somewhere. “TOLD YOU HE WOULD!” she shouted to a bewildered Chigiri.

Later that evening, Bachira found her in the common area, carefully gluing googly eyes onto all the remotes. “So what’s the secret?” he asked, plopping down next to her. “How did you tame the ice king?”

She looked up, her expression unusually serious for a moment. “I didn’t tame him.” She dabbed a bit more glue. “You don’t tame a thunderstorm. You don’t put a leash on a volcano.” She placed a googly eye squarely on the power button. “You just learn to dance in the rain and appreciate the pretty lava.”

She grinned, her momentary seriousness vanishing. “Also, I’m the only one who laughs at his jokes. They’re really, really bad. Like, ‘what do you call a fake noodle?’ kind of bad.”

Bachira leaned in. “What do you call a fake noodle?”

“An impasta!” she chirped. “He told me that with a completely straight face. I laughed for ten minutes. I think that’s when he decided to keep me.”

From across the room, Sae was watching them, a faint, almost invisible smirk on his lips as he listened. He saw her demonstrate the impasta joke to Bachira, who now also appeared to be laughing uncontrollably.

Isagi walked over to Sae, following his gaze. “She’s… something else,” Isagi said, for lack of a better term.

Sae’s smirk didn’t fade. His eyes were soft, an expression no one at Blue Lock had ever seen directed at another human being. “She’s mine,” he said, the words simple and possessing a gravity that his insults and boasts never could.