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ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, kunigami rensuke, aiku oliver, and hiori yo
isagi yoichi
he always jogs across the street instead of walking. like he could just stroll like a normal human being, but no ā he has to do that half-jog, half-speedwalk thing with his backpack bouncing on his shoulder. every time he does it youāre like: oh wow. iām in love with an excitable golden retriever.Ā
he pushes his hair back with his palm when heās concentrating, and it always falls back down immediately. he gets so frustrated with it, muttering under his breath. youāre sitting there watching him struggle like āyes. fight your bangs. battle them. i love you.āĀ
he sits with his legs spread like he owns the couch, then automatically pulls you between them so your back is against his chest. he doesnāt even think about it, itās muscle memory at this point.Ā
when he laughs too hard, he bends forward with his hands on his knees like a boy in PE class. it sends you into cardiac arrest every time.Ā
he gets excited telling you about soccer and starts using his hands to mime plays in the air, accidentally hitting you at least once per demonstration. āohā sorry babe, wait look at this angle thoughāāĀ
heās always warm. ALWAYS. you touch him and itās like hugging a fresh laundry pile. he has the audacity to be confused when you cling to him. āyou feel niceā you admit, and he gets red in the ears for the rest of the day.Ā
itoshi rin
he leans on walls. constantly. he canāt just stand normally like a person. he crosses his arms, ankle over ankle, leaning back like heās posing for a magazine cover. the worst part is heās not doing it on purpose ā thatās just how he exists.Ā
he always looks down slightly when talking to you, that intense eye contact while he tilts his head just a little. it makes your brain short-circuit every time.Ā
he has a habit of scoffing and looking away when heās flustered. the most boyish, tsundere little ātch.ā you live for it.Ā
he types aggressively. full anger. thumbs of steel. you hear every single tap. you ask him whatās wrong and he goes ānothing.ā which is rin language for āiām thinking about how much i like you and iām malfunctioning.āĀ
when heās listening to you talk, he bends down slightly so he can hear you better. he doesnāt say anything about it, but his eyebrows soften just the tiniest bit. you could combust.Ā
he wears black and white, but somehow still looks like the hottest man alive every single day. his boyish version of affection is giving you his jacket without announcing it, just silently placing it on your shoulders and walking away like itās nothing.Ā
itoshi sae
he pretends not to care about anything, but gets lowkey competitive in the cutest ways. you say something like āi bet you canāt make that shot blindfoldedā and suddenly heās actually doing it.Ā
he always drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. doesnāt even look at you when he does it. just casually ends your life.Ā
his voice gets soft when he talks to you. everyone else gets the monotone āiām bored of everythingā tone. you? he lowers his voice a little, leans in slightly, speaks slower. you hate how much you love it.Ā
he rolls up his sleeves when heās focused or irritated. you might actually pass out watching him do it.Ā
he has this habit of reaching out to fix something on you (hair, collar, necklace) without comment. just a quick touch, head tilted slightly, then back to whatever he was doing. meanwhile youāre dying internally.Ā
when he laughs, like a real laugh, he puts a hand over his face for a second as if heās embarrassed that he finds something funny. that little flash of boyish vulnerability is your roman empire.Ā
nagi seishiro
he drapes himself over you like heās a big sleepy cat. if youāre sitting, heās lying down with his head in your lap. if youāre lying down, heās laying half on top of you. no in-between.Ā
he gives you that little lazy grin when he sees you ā the one where only one side of his mouth lifts. you swear you feel your heart physically flip every time.Ā
when he wants your attention, he pokes your cheek with one finger. just boop. āhey. look at me.ā you always fold.Ā
he lifts his shirt slightly to scratch his stomach, exposing his abs for absolutely no reason. you stare. he notices. he smirks. ālike what you see?ā menace.Ā
he always carries things for you without saying anything ā bags, jackets, whatever. heāll just take them out of your hands, sling them over his shoulder, and yawn.Ā
when heās playing games, he sits with his hoodie half-on, hair messy, eyes focused, then looks over at you and gives you a sleepy ācome here.ā instant obedience. instant love.Ā
mikage reo
he talks with his whole body. full hand gestures, leaning in, shoulders moving ā itās so energetic and boyish you could bottle it as perfume.Ā
he gets sooo dramatic when heās excited. like ābabe LOOK at this, itās so coolā wait i have to show youā no no sit down you need to see this!ā and youāre like yesā¦ yes kingā¦ show me your lego set.Ā
he buys you drinks and snacks then insists he doesnāt want anyā¦ and then steals half of yours. you donāt even fight him anymore.Ā
he jogs up stairs two at a time, entirely too fast for a normal human. every time you struggle behind him he looks back like āohā sorry!! want me to carry you?ā heās serious.Ā
he give the warmest, tightest hugs. full lift-you-off-the-ground energy. he buries his face into your neck for a second and mumbles āmissed you.ā you ascend.Ā
heās so boyishly proud when he shows you something heās good at. he lights up, eyes shining, waiting for your praise. and when you give it? he melts on the spot. absolutely ruined for you.Ā
bachira meguru
he greets you like a puppy who hasnāt seen his owner in five years. full sprint. arms wide. borderline tackle hug. you always squeal, he always laughs, and everyone else watches like āah. there he goes again.āĀ
he links pinkies with you constantly. not even hands ā pinkies. swinging them back and forth while humming. boy-coded affection at its cutest.Ā
when heās happy, he literally bounces. like heās physically incapable of staying still. knee bouncing, shoulders shaking, whole body vibrating like heās got too much joy for one human vessel.Ā
he lifts you randomly. not even romantically, but in the most boyish ālook babe ur small lolā way possible. youāll be standing there and suddenly your feet are off the ground.
āmeguruā PUT ME DOWN.ā
ābut youāre fun-sized!āĀ
he sticks his tongue out when he concentrates, especially when heās drawing or lacing his shoes. you stare every time. he notices. he smirks. ālike what you see?āĀ
he gives you his hoodies and ties the strings tight around your face like a menace. stands back. admires his work. ācute.ā you want to be mad, but you canāt because he looks at you like you hung the moon.Ā
shidou ryusei
he kicks pebbles when he walks. literally like a middle school boy who got bored during recess. wildly boy-coded behavior. you make fun of him. he kicks a bigger pebble to prove a point.Ā
he leans forward when talking to you, dangerously close, with that stupid smirk. he knows exactly what heās doing. menace behavior at 200%.Ā
he takes your hand, but holds it in the messiest way possible ā fingers tangled, sometimes half-slipping, sometimes swinging your arms dramatically. heās not doing it right, but at least heās enthusiastic.Ā
he watches you from the corner of his eye like a delinquent trying not to look soft. except the second you catch him, he grins like: ācaught me. what now, pretty girl?āĀ
he absolutely flexes when he stretches, does it on purpose, then pretends it was an accident. āoh? was i distracting? my bad.ā youāre going to jail because the way he rolls his shoulders should be illegal.Ā
he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his face, exposing everything. he knows you see. he wants you to see. he lives to see you lose composure for him.Ā
but then he does inexplicably boyish soft things like buying you your favorite candy and tossing it at you like ācaught it, princess?ā like he didnāt walk two blocks out of his way just to get it.Ā
karasu tabito
he sits backwards on chairs. every. single. time. you donāt think youāve ever seen him sit normally. he flips the chair around, rests his arms on the back, and leans forward like heās about to interrogate you.Ā
he raises one eyebrow when you talk and it sends shockwaves through your entire nervous system. he doesnāt even know itās attractive. he just does it naturally.Ā
he has cool, calm energy, but when something surprises him, he does that boyish little āhuh?ā with wide eyes. itās so funny and cute you want to bite him.Ā
he walks behind you with his hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted, following like a quiet little shadow. but the moment someone else tries talking to you, heās suddenly at your side like āmm?āĀ
he has a habit of tapping your chin with his knuckles when he wants your attention. not a kiss. not a touch. just a tiny, devastating tap. ālook at me.ā lord help you.Ā
he loves making you laugh and pretends heās not dying inside every time he succeeds. but the boyish part is how he looks away with the smuggest grin, like he just won the world cup.Ā
kaiser michael
he pushes his hair back CONSTANTLY. special boy behavior. his ego and his layers have a mutual agreement to fight daily.Ā
he leans over you when he talks, arm braced above your shoulder, stupidly close. heās not even flirting. he just likes towering over you in a boyish ālook at me, iām your whole worldā way.Ā
he cracks his knuckles when heās annoyed. then cracks his neck. then rolls his shoulders. itās the most boyish āiām irritated, but pretending iām notā routine youāve ever witnessed.Ā
he tilts your chin up with one finger when he wants your attention. you hate how effective it is. you hate even more that he knows itās effective.Ā
he tries to act composed but gets boyishly jealous SO fast. someone compliments you? he immediately stands closer, hand on your waist, smirking like āyeah sheās mine.ā his pride cannot handle competition.Ā
when he laughs for real, he bends forward and rests his hands on his knees like some high school jock. you swear that alone is more rizz than half his intentional flirting.Ā
he buys you things but gives them to you like itās no big deal. āoh. yeah. saw this and thought of you.ā heās boyishly casual about it, but if you thank him too softly he short circuits.Ā
ness alexis
he gets flustered SO easily. not in a shy way, more like in a āno no no thatās not what i meantā wait stop looking at me like thatā way. extremely boyish meltdown energy.Ā
he trips over absolutely nothing and pretends he didnāt. he will gaslight you into believing he meant to stumble.Ā
he does that thing where he bites his lower lip when heās thinking. not sexy on purpose. just boyish concentration. but it is sexy. painfully so.Ā
he adjusts his blue lens glasses by pushing them up with one finger, then looks at you with the gentlest eyes. you fall in love a little more every time.Ā
he walks you to places even when itās out of his way. he wonāt admit why. āi justā¦ happened to be going this direction.ā no he didnāt. liar.Ā
he gets dramatic when heās embarrassed, literally hiding his face behind his hands or his sleeve while whining āstoppp.ā the boy has no emotional armor around you.Ā
he shoulders open doors for you like a knight, then gets flustered when you thank him. āi-it was nothing.ā sir you acted like you were saving me from a burning castle.Ā
chigiri hyoma
he runs his fingers through his hair when heās flustered, which only makes him look hotter. heāll be mid-sentence, something you say catches him off guard, and he does that slow pushback of his hair, eyes flicking away for a second. itās boyish, subtleā¦ and criminally attractive.Ā
he leans forward when heās annoyed, hands on his knees, hair falling around his face. he looks like heās about to deliver a dramatic monologue, but itās really just him trying to calm down.Ā
chigiri always waits for you by leaning against something ā lockers, walls, railings ā with his arms crossed and one foot against the surface. one flick of his eyes toward you and your entire soul leaves your body.Ā
he gets embarrassed when you compliment him and tries to hide it with a scoff, but you can see the tips of his ears turn pink. he hates how obvious it is and loves that you notice.Ā
his boyish affection shows when he walks slightly ahead of you, then slows down just enough for you to fall in step beside him. heāll brush your hand with his, pretending it was an accident, then keep doing it until you hold his hand.Ā
when he laughs really hard, he puts a hand over his stomach and leans into you like he canāt hold himself upright. the genuine, unrestrained boyish laughter? youāre obsessed.Ā
yukimiya kenyu
he fixes his hair in any reflective surface. windows, mirrors, phone screens, car doorsā¦ if he can see himself, heās brushing his hair back. you find it ridiculously adorable.Ā
he tries to look composed around you, but does that boyish thing where he clears his throat three times before speaking because heās nervous.Ā
he uses both hands when holding your face ā gentle, but with the slightest tremble of excitement. he tries to hide it, but that little shake gives away how much you affect him.Ā
he gets so flustered when you tease him that he literally covers his mouth with his hand like a shocked anime boy.Ā
yukimiya walks with purpose, but his pace always slows down when he notices you falling behind, and he casually extends an arm for you to loop through. he pretends itās manners, but itās actually him being boyishly clingy.Ā
he has the most heartbreaking boyish habit of staring at you with stars in his eyes when he thinks youāre not looking. his teammates bully him for it relentlessly. he denies itā¦ poorly.Ā
otoya eita
he always jumps the last step of any staircase. doesnāt matter how many stairs there are. big or small. he hops off that last one like a hyper middle school boy and lands with a stupid smug grin.Ā
he slings his arm over your shoulders casually every time youāre within reach. even if heās not flirting, he just loves the boyish closeness.Ā
when heās teasing you, he leans in way too close, bends down to be at your eye level, and smirks like heās the main character in a cheesy romcom. you hate how well it works on you.Ā
otoya whistles when heās impressed. literally just a low āooohā whistle when you do something cool, funny, or cute. he doesnāt even realize itās boyish, itās just instinct.Ā
he does that thing where he jogs a few steps backwards while talking to you because he doesnāt want the conversation to end yet.Ā
he always tries to act slick, but when you genuinely compliment him, he gets boyishly shy and looks away with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. FULL character break.Ā
kunigami rensuke (pre-WC)
he does pushups with one hand behind his back like a show-off, but the second you compliment his strength? he turns red and mumbles āitās nothingā¦āĀ
kunigami holds things for you without being asked ā bags, jackets, cups ā and he stands there holding everything like your personal pack mule with zero complaints. he kinda loves it.Ā
when heās tired, he stretches with his arms over his head, shirt lifting just enough for you to see his abs. the moment he realizes youāre staring, he flushes and lowers his arms like heās been caught doing something illegal.Ā
kunigami always steps in front of you when crossing a crowded street, hand reaching back behind him instinctively. he doesnāt even think about it; itās pure boyish protectiveness.Ā
he gives awkward thumbs-ups when heās proud of you. endearing. adorable. embarrassingly boy-coded.Ā
whenever he laughs really hard, he throws his head back and claps once like he just witnessed the funniest thing on earth. you live for it.Ā
aiku oliver
he stretches his arms behind his head when he sees you approaching, chest out, smug grin. yes heās posing. yes he wants you to look. yes it works.Ā
he has the habit of calling out to you across a room with a whistle or a āhey, sweetheartā that makes everyone turn, but he only looks at you. boyish confidence + danger.Ā
oliver bends down to your height when he teases you, hands on his knees like heās talking to a child just to annoy you. you slap his shoulder every time and he LOVES IT.Ā
he ruffles your hair then immediately fixes it for you, brushing the strands back behind your ears with surprising gentleness. you want to scream.Ā
he always stands slightly behind you with one hand resting casually on your back, guiding you like itās natural. he doesnāt even realize how boyfriend-coded it is.Ā
that boyish grin he gives you when heās proud of himself? the one with half-lidded eyes and his tongue teasing the corner of his mouth? youāre done for.Ā
hiori yo
when heās thinking, he twirls the ends of his hair absentmindedly. he does it most often when heās talking to you, which means heās lowkey nervous, but trying not to show it.Ā
he sits with his knees pulled up sometimes, resting his chin on them while he listens to you talk. itās the most boyish, gentle thing ever.Ā
hiori walks close to you, not touching, but just close enough that your arms brush occasionally. he looks down every time it happens, cheeks pink.Ā
he does that thing where he covers his mouth when he laughs, shoulders shaking a little. but if you make him laugh really hard, he snorts one time and then dies inside from embarrassment.Ā
when he hands you something (a drink, a phone, a note), he holds it out with both hands like a polite little boy. and you adore him for it.Ā
a/n:Ā my coworker gagged me when i couldnāt reach something so he did it for me and when i said thank you he said āyou just had to stretch a little moreā mind you i couldn't reach it at all. hoe.
synopsis: the kind of pictures theyād post of you on their instagram story that would make everyone feel single.Ā
blurry candid of you laughing because he said something stupid.Ā
i mean genuinely blurry. your face is half-moving. the table is crooked. the photo quality looks like it was taken during an earthquake.Ā
caption: "proof she finds me funny."Ā
song: love on the brain ā rihanna.Ā
the funniest part is that isagi posts this with his whole chest. no irony. no embarrassment. no self-awareness.Ā
because in his mind? making you laugh is one of his greatest accomplishments.Ā
he stares at this picture more than some of his match highlights.Ā
fans immediately lose their minds once they zoom in and realize you're looking directly at him while laughing. not at the camera. not at somebody else. him.Ā
and isagi is scrolling through the comments smiling like an idiot because nobody understands.Ā
he remembers exactly what he said. it wasn't even funny. somehow you laughed for 5 straight minutes.Ā
that's his favorite part.Ā
itoshi rin
random photo he took of you looking out the bullet train window.Ā
the lighting isn't special. you're not posing. your hair isn't even done. you're literally just existing.Ā
caption: none.Ā
song: nothing's gonna hurt you baby ā cigarettes after sex.Ā
by the time the post hits 3 minutes old, there are already edits.Ā
by the time it hits 30 minutes old, there are essays.Ā
because WHY DOES HE HAVE THIS PHOTO.Ā
why was he looking at you? why did he save it? why did he post it? why does it feel so intimate?Ā
everyone realizes you clearly didn't know he took the picture.Ā
which means rin saw you sitting there and thought: yeah. i need to keep this forever.Ā
the screenshot count becomes absurd. people start calling it "the train photo." entire fan accounts are dedicated to analyzing it.Ā
rin does not acknowledge any of this. but when someone asks him why he posted it, he just shrugs.Ā
"liked the picture." that's it.Ā
little does everyone know that his camera roll contains approximately 800 more photos exactly like it. completely unposed. completely unnoticed.Ā
his favorite version of you is the one that isn't trying.Ā
itoshi sae
photo of you wearing his sunglasses while crossing a street somewhere in madrid. both hands wrapped around his bicep.Ā
you're talking about something. he doesn't remember what. he just remembers looking down and thinking you looked cute. so he snapped a quick one.Ā
caption: "thief."Ā
song: telepatĆa ā kali uchis.Ā
the internet explodes immediately. because sae doesn't post. sae barely acknowledges humanity. sae posting a picture of somebody is already a historical event. sae posting a picture where you're clearly attached to him like a koala? global emergency.Ā
comments become:
"HEāS SMILING." "SAE ITOSHI SMILING IN THE BIG 2026???" "somebody check on rin."Ā
the funniest part? everybody is right. he is absolutely smiling.Ā
he spent 10 minutes choosing between 3 nearly identical photos. 10 whole minutes. that's basically a marriage proposal by sae standards.Ā
later, someone asks where the sunglasses came from.Ā
he responds: "theyāre mine."Ā
then logs off. he wanted everyone to know exactly whose sunglasses they were. and exactly who stole them.Ā
nagi seishiro
photo of you asleep.Ā
that's it. absolutely diabolical behavior.Ā
caption: "she's charging."Ā
song: single ā the neighbourhood.Ā
people think it's a joke. it is. but it's also not.Ā
nagi genuinely sees you as some kind of adorable electronic device.Ā
you take naps. you need snacks. sometimes you stop functioning. therefore: charging. simple.Ā
the photo itself is ridiculously cute. your cheek is squished against a pillow. you're holding onto his hoodie sleeve. one sock is missing. nobody knows where it went. not even nagi.Ā
comments become:
"FREE HER." "bro posted her unconscious." "is she a girlfriend or a tamagotchi?āĀ
nagi is confused by the backlash. "what? she looked cute."Ā
that's literally his entire defense.Ā
the worst part is that every few months he does it again. sleeping in the car. sleeping on the couch. sleeping on his shoulder. sleeping during movies.Ā
fans have accidentally been given a complete sleep study over the course of your relationship.Ā
nagi thinks this is perfectly normal.Ā
mikage reo
photo of you standing in the middle of some luxury shopping district in tokyo. probably harajuku. maybe ginza. doesn't matter. somehow you look expensive just standing there.Ā
you're not even doing anything. you're checking your phone. that's it.Ā
caption: "that's MY muse."Ā
song: fashion killa ā a$ap rocky.Ā
this post creates approximately 17,000 edits within the hour.Ā
reo accidentally posted what looks like a luxury campaign advertisement.Ā
people are convinced a magazine took the photo. but nope. just reo. who has approximately 6,000 photos of you in his favorites folder.Ā
and yes. the folder is actually named "museum." because he thinks you're art.Ā
fans discover this fact later and collectively evaporate. comments become:
"reo mikage i know that's you liking every edit." "he's refreshing the tag." "he wants that cookie so bad."Ā
and they're right. reo posts the story. watches the views climb. searches your name. likes edits. saves edits. sends edits to you. comments "so true" under edits of his own girlfriend.Ā
then acts completely normal when confronted.Ā
the man is your biggest fan. everybody knows it. especially him.Ā
bachira meguru
the photo is you running ahead of him through a festival at night. lights everywhere. lanterns overhead. people passing by.Ā
the picture is slightly blurry because he was literally running after you when he took it.Ā
caption: "wait for meeee!"Ā
song: can i call you tonight? ā dayglow.Ā
the photo feels like a memory before it even becomes one. that's what destroys everybody.Ā
it doesn't look posed. it doesn't look curated. it looks like one of those moments you don't realize is important until years later. like itās nostalgic.Ā
your hair is bouncing behind you. you're halfway turned around because he's yelling your name.Ā
and somehow the picture captures exactly how happy he is just following you around.Ā
comments immediately become:
"this looks like the ending scene of an indie romance movie." "why am i crying šā "he's literally following her like a golden retriever."Ā
correct. bachira sees absolutely nothing wrong with this. he likes following you around.Ā
you're interesting. sometimes you randomly stop to look at things. sometimes you drag him somewhere. sometimes you get distracted. it's fun.Ā
later, he reveals there are approximately 47 photos from this exact night.Ā
35 of them are just you smiling at him while standing exactly 3 feet away. because apparently that's his favorite view.Ā
shidou ryusei
photo of you flipping off the camera after he spent the last 20 minutes being the most annoying man alive. your expression is murderous.Ā
his laugh can practically be heard through the screen.Ā
caption: "she wants me."Ā
song: true ā spandau ballet.Ā
the internet collectively develops high blood pressure.Ā
comments instantly become:
"that's literally not what that means." "she looks one inconvenience away from homicide." "ryusei i am begging you to read body language."Ā
shidou is liking every single comment because he thinks they're hilarious.Ā
what makes it worse is that you posted your own story immediately afterward. same photo. caption: "i don't."Ā
somehow this only makes people more convinced you're soulmates.Ā
the thing is shidou genuinely believes annoying you is a love language.Ā
unfortunately though? every time you threaten him, he gets happier. nobody knows why. not even him.Ā
karasu tabito
photo of you walking ahead of him at night. holding his hand. just the back of you. nothing fancy. no dramatic lighting. no expensive scenery. no special occasion.Ā
caption: "favorite person to waste time with."Ā
song: sure thing ā miguel.Ā
THAT'S THE ONE.Ā
the post goes viral because it feels so unfairly intimate.Ā
everyone expected something flashier. something more obvious. instead, he drops the most devastatingly romantic thing imaginable and leaves.Ā
it makes sense. karasu's affection has always been sneaky. he's not the type to make speeches. but he is the type to remember your coffee order even after 3 years. the type to call when he knows you're bored. the type to stay on the phone with you while doing absolutely nothing.Ā
and this picture? it feels exactly like that.Ā
comments become:
"waste time?????" "that's somehow more romantic than an engagement." āthis just raised my standards, thank you.ā "he talks about her like she's his favorite hobby."Ā
you are. and he'd never admit that out loud.Ā
kaiser michael
mirror picture. you're wearing a dark blue dress thatās long, elegant, fitted in some places and loose in others. somehow both sophisticated and effortless. the kind of outfit that makes people stop scrolling.Ā
caption: "art appreciation post."Ā
song: art deco ā lana del rey.Ā
the internet loses its collective damn mind.Ā
because everybody knows this isn't actually about fashion. this is kaiser publicly staring at his girlfriend. that's what this is.Ā
comments immediately become:
"bro thinks he's at the louvre." "HE'S LOOKING AT HER LIKE A RENAISSANCE PAINTING." "somebody get this man a museum membership."Ā
the answer is yes. absolutely yes.Ā
kaiser genuinely believes beauty should be acknowledged. loudly. dramatically. repeatedly. and beauty is you.Ā
he spends 15 minutes deciding which picture shows the dress best. then another 5 staring at it after posting.Ā
if somebody asks why he uploaded it? he'll shrug.Ā
"people should be allowed to admire art."Ā
meanwhile ness is somewhere off-screen resisting the urge to throw his phone into traffic.Ā
ness alexis
photo of you holding a huge bouquet. flowers in all your favorite colors. you're wearing pajamas. completely bare faced. hair still messy from sleep. clearly woke up less than an hour ago.Ā
caption: "picked the right ones :)"Ā
song: baby i'm yours ā arctic monkeys.Ā
the smiley face is important. extremely important. life-changingly important. because ness typed it. deleted it. typed it again. deleted it. stared at it. walked around his apartment. came back. stared at it some more. then finally posted it.Ā
the photo itself absolutely destroys people. you're not dressed up thatās why. you're not posing.Ā
it's painfully domestic. painfully real.Ā
comments become:
"he bought her flowers before she even brushed her hair iām crine.ā "the smiley face is making me emotional." "this is the most boyfriend picture i've ever seen."Ā
the thing is, ness doesn't even realize why everyone loves it. to him, the flowers are the focus. he spent forever picking them. he remembers every color you like. he wanted you to smile when you woke up.Ā
and everyone else is staring at the picture thinking: oh. this man is absolutely gone.Ā
completely. irreversibly. catastrophically in love.Ā
chigiri hyoma
photo of you waiting for him on the other side of a crosswalk. huge grin. waving both arms at him like he disappeared for 10 years instead of 30 seconds. cars passing. city lights reflecting off the windows nearby.Ā
caption: "and i'm supposed to be the faster one."Ā
song: you are in love ā taylor swift.Ā
the internet immediately starts screaming. chigiri never really posts things unless they matter. and this? this matters. a lot.Ā
the thing people notice is your expression. that's not a polite smile. that's a there you are smile. the kind you save for one specific person.Ā
comments instantly become:
"LIKE OKAYYYYYY WE GET IT BRO YOU LOVE HER." "WE UNDERSTAND. MESSAGE RECEIVED." "HE POSTED A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. SEDATE ME."Ā
chigiri ignores all of them. he's too busy staring at the picture himself.Ā
he remembers exactly what happened afterward. the second the light changed, you practically skipped over to him.Ā
and honestly? no goal celebration has ever made him smile as much as that did.Ā
yukimiya kenyu
photo of you adjusting his collar before some formal event. maybe a gala. maybe an award ceremony. doesn't matter. you're focused entirely on fixing his outfit. completely unaware he's staring at you.Ā
caption: "found my favorite color."Ā
song: sunflower ā michelle leigh.Ā
chaos erupts immediately. because he's wearing an orange tie. and you're standing right there.Ā
comments become a battlefield. half the internet say: "he means the tie." the other half: "BE SERIOUS."Ā
the answer is painfully obvious. the photo is literally centered on you.Ā
yukimiya himself refuses to clarify. he finds the debate funny.Ā
meanwhile every single one of his teammates knows exactly what he meant. this man has looked at you like you're the eighth wonder of the world since day one.Ā
somebody eventually asks him directly. āwhen you said āmy favorite color,ā did you mean the orange tie or your girlfriend?āĀ
his response? "you tell me." which somehow confirms it more.Ā
hiori yo
photo taken from his gaming setup. you're sitting beside him. half in frame. completely focused on your own thing. maybe you're reading. maybe you're drawing. maybe you're scrolling through your phone. nobody knows. hiori didn't bother explaining either.Ā
caption: "co-op."Ā
song: lovefool ā the cardigans.Ā
the comments are so confused. you're not interacting. you're not even looking at each other.Ā
one comment with 50,000 likes says: "am i missing something."Ā
but hiori understands perfectly. because in his brain? spending time together doesn't require constant attention. it's just existing in the same space. comfortably. peacefully. with no pressure and no expectations. just knowing the other person is there.Ā
comments become:
"bro that's not co-op." "she isn't even playing." "hiori that's literally single-player."Ā
and hiori reads them and goes: "um, nah."Ā
because you sat there for 3 hours. and that's worth more to him than any multiplayer lobby.Ā
barou shoei
.5 selfie. the most criminal and cutest camera angle known to mankind.Ā
you're sitting on the kitchen counter, grinning directly into the camera. barou is cooking in the background. completely focused. serious expression. apron on. looking like he's preparing a five-star meal for a king and his queen.Ā
caption: "the chef and his pretty taste-tester (written by [name] btw)."Ā
song: fallingforyou ā the 1975.Ā
the second people see the caption? they start crying. everybody knows barou didn't write that. absolutely nobody believes it.Ā
comments become:
"HE MADE SURE WE KNEW IT WASN'T HIM." "HE'S EMBARRASSED." "BAROU LIKE THIS COMMENT IF SHE STOLE YOUR PHONE."Ā
the funniest part? he actually did make you add the disclaimer. he refused to post it otherwise.Ā
but he still posted it. that's the important part.Ā
despite all his complainingā¦ despite pretending he doesn't careā¦ the photo remains on his account. forever.Ā
and every time somebody mentions it, he threatens them. which only confirms that he secretly loves it.Ā
kunigami rensuke (post-WC)
mirror photo at a private gym. both of you are sweaty. exhausted. yet smiling. happy.Ā
caption: "the only person i'd allow to be my spotter is you @yourusername.āĀ
song: cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america ā gym class heroes.Ā
the internet genuinely doesn't know how to process this.Ā
this is supposed to be the intimidating one. the serious one. the emotionally constipated one.Ā
and yet here he is. smiling. voluntarily. publicly.Ā
comments become:
"HE TAGGED HER." "HE TAGGED HER YāALL."Ā
"EVERYONE STAY CALM."Ā
but the real killer? the wording.Ā
anyone can be a workout partner. anyone can train with him. but being the only person? that's different. especially coming from kunigami.Ā
especially since after everything he's been through, trust isn't something he gives easily anymore.Ā
so fans end up realizing the caption isn't really about the gym. it's about you.Ā
and suddenly everybody is emotional.Ā
kunigami is just sitting there wondering why people are acting like he proposed.Ā
he only stared at the post for 20 minutes before uploading it. that's normal, right?Ā
iglesias bunny
photo of you sitting at a restaurant. sunglasses on. outfit immaculate. posture immaculate. somehow making a menu look expensive. the kind of picture that makes people sit up straighter when they see it.Ā
caption: "everyone clap."Ā
song: 360 ā charli xcx.Ā
the funniest thing about bunny is that this is somehow both a joke and completely serious.Ā
yes, he's being dramatic. but also? he genuinely believes applause is warranted.Ā
comments instantly become:
"ššššš"
"THANK YOU BUNNY FOR BRINGING HER TO OUR ATTENTION." "he posted her like she just won an oscar AS HE SHOULDDD."Ā
and bunny is sitting there liking every single comment. because exactly. finally. people understand.Ā
somebody comments: "what are we clapping for?"Ā
bunny replies: "look at her."Ā
that's it. no further explanation. in his mind, none is needed.Ā
he took approximately 100 pictures that night. this wasn't even the most glamorous one. it was just his favorite. especially because you were laughing at something right before he snapped the photo.Ā
and even behind the sunglasses? he could tell. which somehow makes the entire thing 10 times worse.Ā
the internet spends the next week making edits. bunny saves all of them.Ā
hugo vivian
photo of you standing on a balcony at night. city lights glowing behind you. skyline stretching into the distance. the wind moving your hair slightly.Ā
you don't know he took the picture. you don't even know he's looking at you.Ā
caption: "badump, badump."Ā
song: my destiny ā delinquent.Ā
that's it. no elaboration. no explanation. no context. only: badump, badump.Ā
and somehow that makes it INFINITELY worse.Ā
everybody immediately understands what he means with his little cyborg sound effects he does.Ā
comments become:
"OH THAT'S TOO CUTE." "HEARTBEAT CAPTION. HEARTBEAT CAPTION." "HE LOOKED AT HER AND FORGOT WORDS."Ā
which is basically what happened.Ā
hugo had every opportunity to write something normal. something cool. or something clever.Ā
instead, his brain saw you standing there and reduced itself to cartoon sound effects. like an actual malfunctioning robot. zoom. beep beep. badump, badump. finished. post uploaded.Ā
the photo itself is gorgeous. but the caption is what kills everyone. it's so simple. so stupid. so painfully sincere. it feels less like an instagram story and more like somebody accidentally reading his thoughts.Ā
and hugo never corrects anyone. he knows they're right. that really was the only thing going through his head when he looked at you. badump, badump.Ā
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2k followers event, request no. 15: While cleaning Rin's room, you accidentally discover a hidden folder filled with his childhood photos and suddenly, the cold, intimidating striker becomes the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were not supposed to find that folder.
Actually according to Rin, it was supposed to stay buried, locked, sealed, burned and thrown off the edge of the earth.
But too bad for him... you were cleaning his drawers. And when you opened a random drawer in his room, you found a neatly labeled USB drive.
Rin 0ā10
Your eyes widen.
"...No way," you whisper and plug it in your computer.
A folder pops up.
Inside hundreds, hundreds of baby, toddler, and little kid Rin pictures.
That's when it happens.
You actually clutch your chest like you've been stabbed by cuteness.
"OH. MY. GOD. RIN. ITOSHI. YOU WERE A WHOLE MOCHI BALLāWHAT THE HELLāLOOK AT THIS FACEāLOOK AT YOUāYOU WERE BITEABLE!!!"
On the other hand Rin has just come out of shower, with towel around his neck, totally worried.
"Why are you screaming?"
Then he sees it, the screen, his baby face, and you violently pointing at the monitor like you've just discovered the meaning of life.
Rin freezes.
"No"
You whip around so fast the chair nearly tips over.
"RIN!"
His eye twitches.
You point at the screen with trembling fingers.
"YOU WERE A BABY."
"...Everyone was."
"NOT THIS CUTE."
You click another picture.
Tiny Rin sitting on a blanket in the grass, his cheeks so round they look VERY squeezable. His dark hair sticks up in every direction while he stares into the camera with a confused expression.
You gasp so loudly Rin physically flinches.
"Oh my God. YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE DUMPLING."
Rin immediately turns around.
"You sound insane."
"I AM FEELING LIKE I'M GOING INSANE." You clutch your chest dramatically. " BECAUSE LOOK AT YOUR FACE."
Rin groans and covers his ears, "Stop screaming."
But totally ignoring him, you click through another picture.
And another and another.
Tiny Rin holding a toy fox, tiny Rin wearing a dinosaur shirt, tiny Rin asleep in a car seat, tiny Rin covered in cake frosting, tiny Rin laughing.
Just tiny Rin being genuinely happy.
You feel tears gathering in your eyes as you point at the screen. "He smiled, he was happy, he had joy."
Rin immediately reaches for the mouse.
You yank it away.
"NO."
"Give it."
"NEVER."
"Give me the mouse."
Rin grabs the armrest of your chair but you cling to the desk.
A brief struggle begins, one that would probably look ridiculous to anyone watching.
An elite striker worth millions wrestling his girlfriend over childhood photos.
Eventually you win through sheer insanity and Rin loses because he's afraid you'll hurt yourself and break the computer, so he lets go.
You grin victoriously. "I am keeping these."
"They're mine."
"They're mine now."
"They are absolutely not yours."
"They became mine when I fell in love with you."
"That's not how ownership works.
""It does, for ne."
Rin stares as you smile sweetly at him. He hates how often that smile works.
Anyways, ignoring his glare you click another picture.
In this picture baby Rin is fast asleep. His one tiny fist tucked against his cheek, his lips slightly parted, his blanket is tangled around him.
Completely defenseless, completely adorable.
You stare and point at the screen again, you hand is shaking.
Rin just closes his eyes.
"Look at him."
"No."
"I said LOOK!"
Against his better judgment, Rin glances, for one brief second, and immediately looks away again.
Because even he can admit, he had been a cute kid.
Rin sighs heavily but then you say the words that nearly stop his heart.
"I want our babies to look exactly like you."
Rin freezes because his brain has short-circuited. His ears are red too.
The kind of red he absolutely hates because you always notice.
And of course to his horror, you notice again.
"Oh my God."
"Don't."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"Rin, you are literally red."
Rin turns away, which only confirms it.
You grin wickedly and walk toward him like a determined menace.
By the time you reach him, he's backed himself into the side of the bed.
You poke his cheek softly and his face immediately hardens.
But he doesn't move away.
"At least two."
His eyes widen.
"...What?"
"Children."
Rin nearly chokes and you laugh so hard that you nearly fall over again.
Rin watches you and despite all his complaints, all the embarrassment, his chest feels warm.
Because you're looking at those photos like they're priceless, like every version of him matters. Like not just the player, the striker, the version the world knows of him is only important.
Your laughter slowly quiets down as you lean against him, still smiling.
Still holding the mouse like a weapon.
Rin wraps an arm around your waist without thinking.
You immediately notice and grin."You love me."
"...Unfortunately."
The answer comes so quickly that you burst out laughing again making him roll his eyes.
Then you glance at the screen again and your eyes sparkle with dangerous ideas.
Rin recognizes that look instantly and immediately feels fear.
"Don't."
You look innocent. "I didn't say anything."
"Don't."
"What if Saeā"
"Absolutely not."
"But, he deserves to seeā"
"No."
"The world deserves to seeā"
"No."
"The future childrenā"
"NO."
You laugh so hard tears gather in your eyes.
And before you can continue your evil plans, Rin lunges forward. And the next thing you know, you're both tumbling onto the bed.
You squeal as he steals the mouse.
You try grabbing it back and he catches both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.
A few strands of his hair fall into his eyes,Ā Ā which is still slightly damp from the shower, as his face hovers inches from yours.
"Listen carefully."
You immediately start smiling, because whenever Rin gets serious like this, he's usually about to lose.
"I am not cute."
You snort.
"And I definitely was not a dumpling."
You completely lose it and laughter explodes out of you.
Rin's expression darkens, embarrassed.
Because he knows you're never letting this go, ever.
Years from now you'll still be talking about it. You'll probably show them to your children. You'll probably make albums heck you'll probably frame one and the thought alone makes him want to disappear.
But at the same timeā
The image of you showing those photos to your future kids while laughing together settles somewhere warm inside his chest.
A future, a home a family. With you.
His grip softens.
You smile up at him and brush a strand of hair away from his face. "You're precious, you know that?"
Rin's throat tightens as his eyes flick away.
"...Shut up."
But there's no bite behind the words. Only embarrassment and the quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.
You lean forward and kiss his cheek.
His ears immediately turn red again.
And when you laugh softly, he buries his face against your shoulder in defeat.
"...You're impossible."
You wrap both arms around him, holding him close, smiling into his hair."Maybe."
Rin lets out a long sigh, the kind that says he's accepted his fate.
Because the photos aren't getting deleted, the folder isn't staying hidden anymore.
And for the rest of his life, you're probably going to remind him that he was once an absurdly cute little boy with round cheeks and with a stuffed owl.
A horrifying future, truly.
Yet as he quietly folds himself closer against you, listening to your happy laughter fill the room, Rin finds that he doesn't really mind.
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing cleaner, more polished outfits. He never cared much before, but now his clothes are less wrinkled, and he smells faintly of vanilla and fresh laundry.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Slowly learns to communicate better, though he still struggles with opening up completely. Your patience teaches him that being vulnerable doesnāt mean weakness.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: Starts eating more than just junk food because you remind him he needs proper meals.
ā
Mikey sat on the couch, legs sprawled, watching you move around the kitchen. He had a plate of curry in front of himāa meal you made, light on the spice because he hated too much heat.
āYāknow,ā he mumbled between bites, āI donāt even like curry that much.ā
You raised an eyebrow. āSo whyās the plate almost empty?ā
āDunno.ā He shrugged, looking away. But you caught itāthe tiniest smile tugging at his lips. āIt just tastes better when you make it.ā
Ū¶ą§ Ken āDrakenā Ryuguji
ā¢ Style Upgrade: His hair stays neat, and heās more mindful of keeping his tank tops clean. He even switches to cologne instead of relying on the scent of motor oil.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about expanding the shop because he wants stability for the future.
ā¢ Better Communication: He starts explaining his feelings more instead of bottling them up, thanks to your influence.
ā
Draken stood beside his bike, wiping the grease off his hands. You watched him, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.
āWhat?ā He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes.
āDid youā¦ clean the garage?ā
He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. āThought it was about time. Canāt have you breathing in dust every time you come around.ā
You tilted your head. āSince when do you care about dust?ā
āSince you started coming by.ā His voice was quieter now, almost shy. āCanāt have my lover dealinā with all that.ā
Ū¶ą§ Keisuke Baji
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He still wears his leather jacket, but now itās less ripped, and his boots arenāt caked in mud. Heāll never admit it, but he likes when you compliment how he looks.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He cuts back on junk food (a little) because you nag about it.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Learns not to blow up when things go wrong, trying to stay calm because he knows you hate yelling.
ā
Baji leaned against his bike, arms crossed, waiting for you after class. His usual wild grin softened when he spotted you.
āYo.ā He handed you a drink, your favorite.
āSince when do you remember what I like?ā You teased, taking a sip.
āSince I started actually listening,ā he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. āDonāt make a big deal outta it, okay?ā
But the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual? That said everything.
Ū¶ą§ Chifuyu Matsuno
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He switches from mismatched outfits to more coordinated onesāsometimes even matching your color palette without realizing it.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about managing the pet shop, thinking about the long-term future.
ā¢ Better Communication: Learns to be more honest about his feelings, not just brushing things off.
ā
Chifuyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie. You leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile.
āNew fit?ā
āUhā¦ yeah.ā He glanced at you, cheeks flushing slightly. āFigured I should stop looking like I just threw on whatever I found.ā
You stepped closer, fingers brushing over his sleeve. āTrying to impress someone?ā
āMaybe.ā His voice was barely above a whisper, but the look in his eyes told you exactly who.
Ū¶ą§ Kazutora Hanemiya
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer colors because you told him he looked good in them.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: Heās more mindful of sleeping enough and eating better because youāre always worried about him.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Learns to control his impulsive outbursts, wanting to be a calmer version of himself for you.
ā
Kazutora sat beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.
āHey,ā you murmured, āyouāve been quiet.ā
āJustā¦ thinking.ā His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
āAbout what?ā
āAbout howā¦ Iām lucky you stuck around.ā His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his grip hesitant. āIām trying, yāknow? To beā¦ better.ā
And he was.
Ū¶ą§ Izana Kurokawa
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts paying more attention to how he looks, favoring neutral tones that complements your outfits.
ā¢ Better Communication: He opens up about his fears and insecurities, something he never thought heād do.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: He works harder to stabilize Tenjiku, not just for power but to build something stable for the both of you.
ā
Izana stood by the window, staring out at the city below. You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his back.
āLost in thought again?ā
āJustā¦ thinking about the future.ā His voice was distant, but there was a softness in it.
āYouāre not alone in that anymore, you know.ā
His hand found yours, squeezing gently. āI know. Thatās why I want to make sureā¦ itās a future youād want, too.ā
Ū¶ą§ Nahoya āSmileyā Kawata
ā¢ Style Upgrade: His clothes get a little less chaotic, matching his accessories to his outfits (sometimes).
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He learns to read the room better, understanding when to dial down the jokes.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He cuts back on staying up all night because you nag him about taking care of himself.
ā
Nahoya sat beside you, legs stretched out in front of him.
āYo,ā he nudged you lightly, ānotice anything different?ā
You glanced at him, noticing his shirt wasnāt as wrinkled, and his nails wereā¦ clean?
āYouā¦ took care of yourself?ā
āFigured Iād start lookinā decent since Iām always standing next to someone as divine as you.ā He winked, but there was a hint of sincerity behind the playful grin.
Ū¶ą§ Souya āAngryā Kawata
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer fabrics because you said they feel nice when you hug him.
ā¢ Better Communication: He opens up about his emotions more instead of bottling them up.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He starts drinking more water and taking vitamins because you remind him.
ā
Souya sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping the tea you made for him.
āDid youā¦ put honey in this?ā
āYeah,ā you smiled softly. āItās good for your throat.ā
He glanced away, cheeks slightly flushed. āThanksā¦ I, uh, started taking those vitamins you gave me, too.ā
You blinked, surprised. āReally?ā
āYeah.ā His eyes met yours, softer than usual. āYouā¦ worry about me too much. I donāt wanna make you worry more.ā
Ū¶ą§ Takashi Mitsuya
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts incorporating subtle hints of your favorite colors into his designs.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: He becomes more focused on expanding his brand, wanting to create a future where youāre both secure.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He becomes more expressive, showing affection in quieter, meaningful ways.
ā
Mitsuya sat at his sewing machine, fabric draped across his lap.
āWhatās that?ā You leaned over, curiosity piqued.
āSomethingā¦ for you.ā He didnāt meet your gaze, but the blush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.
āFor me?ā
āYeah.ā He finally looked up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. āWanted to make sure you had something thatā¦ reminds you of me.ā
Ū¶ą§ Hajime Kokonoi
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He starts wearing softer tones that match your style, even ditching all-black sometimes.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: His business ventures become more personal, focusing on stability rather than just money.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He learns to prioritize love over material gain, valuing your presence more than anything.
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing cleaner, more polished outfits. He never cared much before, but now his clothes are less wrinkled, and he smells faintly of vanilla and fresh laundry.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Slowly learns to communicate better, though he still struggles with opening up completely. Your patience teaches him that being vulnerable doesnāt mean weakness.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: Starts eating more than just junk food because you remind him he needs proper meals.
ā
Mikey sat on the couch, legs sprawled, watching you move around the kitchen. He had a plate of curry in front of himāa meal you made, light on the spice because he hated too much heat.
āYāknow,ā he mumbled between bites, āI donāt even like curry that much.ā
You raised an eyebrow. āSo whyās the plate almost empty?ā
āDunno.ā He shrugged, looking away. But you caught itāthe tiniest smile tugging at his lips. āIt just tastes better when you make it.ā
Ū¶ą§ Ken āDrakenā Ryuguji
ā¢ Style Upgrade: His hair stays neat, and heās more mindful of keeping his tank tops clean. He even switches to cologne instead of relying on the scent of motor oil.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about expanding the shop because he wants stability for the future.
ā¢ Better Communication: He starts explaining his feelings more instead of bottling them up, thanks to your influence.
ā
Draken stood beside his bike, wiping the grease off his hands. You watched him, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly.
āWhat?ā He smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes.
āDid youā¦ clean the garage?ā
He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. āThought it was about time. Canāt have you breathing in dust every time you come around.ā
You tilted your head. āSince when do you care about dust?ā
āSince you started coming by.ā His voice was quieter now, almost shy. āCanāt have my lover dealinā with all that.ā
Ū¶ą§ Keisuke Baji
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He still wears his leather jacket, but now itās less ripped, and his boots arenāt caked in mud. Heāll never admit it, but he likes when you compliment how he looks.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He cuts back on junk food (a little) because you nag about it.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Learns not to blow up when things go wrong, trying to stay calm because he knows you hate yelling.
ā
Baji leaned against his bike, arms crossed, waiting for you after class. His usual wild grin softened when he spotted you.
āYo.ā He handed you a drink, your favorite.
āSince when do you remember what I like?ā You teased, taking a sip.
āSince I started actually listening,ā he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. āDonāt make a big deal outta it, okay?ā
But the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual? That said everything.
Ū¶ą§ Chifuyu Matsuno
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He switches from mismatched outfits to more coordinated onesāsometimes even matching your color palette without realizing it.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: Becomes more serious about managing the pet shop, thinking about the long-term future.
ā¢ Better Communication: Learns to be more honest about his feelings, not just brushing things off.
ā
Chifuyu stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his hoodie. You leaned against the doorframe, watching with an amused smile.
āNew fit?ā
āUhā¦ yeah.ā He glanced at you, cheeks flushing slightly. āFigured I should stop looking like I just threw on whatever I found.ā
You stepped closer, fingers brushing over his sleeve. āTrying to impress someone?ā
āMaybe.ā His voice was barely above a whisper, but the look in his eyes told you exactly who.
Ū¶ą§ Kazutora Hanemiya
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer colors because you told him he looked good in them.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: Heās more mindful of sleeping enough and eating better because youāre always worried about him.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: Learns to control his impulsive outbursts, wanting to be a calmer version of himself for you.
ā
Kazutora sat beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.
āHey,ā you murmured, āyouāve been quiet.ā
āJustā¦ thinking.ā His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
āAbout what?ā
āAbout howā¦ Iām lucky you stuck around.ā His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his grip hesitant. āIām trying, yāknow? To beā¦ better.ā
And he was.
Ū¶ą§ Izana Kurokawa
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts paying more attention to how he looks, favoring neutral tones that complements your outfits.
ā¢ Better Communication: He opens up about his fears and insecurities, something he never thought heād do.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: He works harder to stabilize Tenjiku, not just for power but to build something stable for the both of you.
ā
Izana stood by the window, staring out at the city below. You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his back.
āLost in thought again?ā
āJustā¦ thinking about the future.ā His voice was distant, but there was a softness in it.
āYouāre not alone in that anymore, you know.ā
His hand found yours, squeezing gently. āI know. Thatās why I want to make sureā¦ itās a future youād want, too.ā
Ū¶ą§ Nahoya āSmileyā Kawata
ā¢ Style Upgrade: His clothes get a little less chaotic, matching his accessories to his outfits (sometimes).
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He learns to read the room better, understanding when to dial down the jokes.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He cuts back on staying up all night because you nag him about taking care of himself.
ā
Nahoya sat beside you, legs stretched out in front of him.
āYo,ā he nudged you lightly, ānotice anything different?ā
You glanced at him, noticing his shirt wasnāt as wrinkled, and his nails wereā¦ clean?
āYouā¦ took care of yourself?ā
āFigured Iād start lookinā decent since Iām always standing next to someone as divine as you.ā He winked, but there was a hint of sincerity behind the playful grin.
Ū¶ą§ Souya āAngryā Kawata
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts wearing softer fabrics because you said they feel nice when you hug him.
ā¢ Better Communication: He opens up about his emotions more instead of bottling them up.
ā¢ Healthier Habits: He starts drinking more water and taking vitamins because you remind him.
ā
Souya sat at the kitchen table, quietly sipping the tea you made for him.
āDid youā¦ put honey in this?ā
āYeah,ā you smiled softly. āItās good for your throat.ā
He glanced away, cheeks slightly flushed. āThanksā¦ I, uh, started taking those vitamins you gave me, too.ā
You blinked, surprised. āReally?ā
āYeah.ā His eyes met yours, softer than usual. āYouā¦ worry about me too much. I donāt wanna make you worry more.ā
Ū¶ą§ Takashi Mitsuya
ā¢ Style Upgrade: Starts incorporating subtle hints of your favorite colors into his designs.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: He becomes more focused on expanding his brand, wanting to create a future where youāre both secure.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He becomes more expressive, showing affection in quieter, meaningful ways.
ā
Mitsuya sat at his sewing machine, fabric draped across his lap.
āWhatās that?ā You leaned over, curiosity piqued.
āSomethingā¦ for you.ā He didnāt meet your gaze, but the blush on his cheeks was impossible to miss.
āFor me?ā
āYeah.ā He finally looked up, a soft smile tugging at his lips. āWanted to make sure you had something thatā¦ reminds you of me.ā
Ū¶ą§ Hajime Kokonoi
ā¢ Style Upgrade: He starts wearing softer tones that match your style, even ditching all-black sometimes.
ā¢ Ambition Boost: His business ventures become more personal, focusing on stability rather than just money.
ā¢ Emotional Maturity: He learns to prioritize love over material gain, valuing your presence more than anything.
į°.į in the world of sports, there's only one thing people care more about than getting hot 'n sweaty with the athletes: the girlies who are the ones these men are running home to. alternatively: a headcanon post about the hyper-specific wag!reader the bllk boys would end up with. ( fem!reader & sfw )
featuring yoichi isagi, reo mikage, seishiro nagi, rensuke kunigami, rin itoshi
author's notes since wives and girlfriends is wag + the song has been stuck in my head, i thought 'bark like you want it' was a silly, cute name for the post lol. warning that isagi's section mentions having kids!!!!
ą±Øą§ YOICHI ISAGI ā the girl next door !!
your dynamic is: the two of you have known each other since childhood, and throughout every stage of his life and career, you've been right by his side. when isagi confesses to you shortly after scoring the winning goal of the u-20 match, he's a blushing, awkward, stuttering mess. despite his newfound fame and notoriety (which will only continue to grow), yoichi isagi is still the same boy you've spent living next door to since your elementary days. when he goes pro and becomes a world famous athlete, surrounded by models and actresses, the only girl to still give him butterflies is you. you love him for him. in every speech he has to give, he's always singing praises about you and your unconditional support and love. the wedding you two have is intimate and fairly private, although isagi can't help but post a picture of the two of you outside the obgyn clinic with the cheesy caption of "my baby is having a baby!!!! šš"
the girlies love you because: you're what people think of when someone describes someone as being down to earth. your social media presence is nonexistent, save for a private instagram with less than 200 followers. you live your life in peace with a man who doesn't stress you out in the slightest ā in fact, your relationship with isagi is aspirational to a lot of people. one of the number one athletes in the world and super hot 'n rich, and the only thought that rivals soccer on his one-track mind is you, his wife that he's hopelessly devoted to. you're always seen at every single one of his games, sporting his jersey, and always cheering happily when he scores. once the two of you have kids, you'll be carrying your baby (who's also sporting isagi's jerseyš„¹) every one of his fans that happens to run into you in public can see why isagi is so in love with you; there are only stories about how kind and sweet you are. it's why you're known as the sweetheart of the soccer wags <3
ą±Øą§ REO MIKAGE ā the ceo !!
your dynamic is: an arranged marriage... gone right? you belong to a conglomerate family that runs in the same circle as the mikages. you're in the middle of starting up your own beauty brand, and you're trying to make a name for yourself. reo is occupied with his professional soccer career. neither of you want to go through with this marriage interview, but to appease your families, you two agree, not expecting that you two would match each other's freak for real. he's competitive and likes what he can't have; you're little miss independent and equally competitive. he tells you he doesn't mind the engagement, and you get your lawyers to draft a pretty prenup that'll milk him for all he's worth while keeping your assets safe. he buys you a massive engagement ring, and you ask him, "that's the best you can do?" the minute he's in control of mikage corp, he knows he'll gladly let you take the reins.
the girlies love you because: you are the corporate it girl. everyone is obsessed with your paparazzi photos that exude office siren but make it actually work appropriate. there are how-to videos on copying your style. not to mention, you're a businesswoman. every time you attend one of reo's games, you strategically reapply your beauty brand's lipgloss, or tease new products by applying said unreleased products while on camera. someone once asked you in a comment how does it feel to be engaged to a rich ceo? to which you replied @.reomikage how does it feel to be engaged to a rich ceo? just because your man spoils you doesn't mean you put him on a pedestal. princess treatment is the bare minimum for you.
ą±Øą§ SEISHIRO NAGI ā the twitch streamer !!
your dynamic is: so silly. you're the type of girl who looks good even with pimple patches on your face and your oversized glasses that you only wear because it has blue light blocking lenses on them. you're a well known streamer and got your start during the peak of fortnite (you started off being comically bad at the game, but again: you're a pretty girl. you being good would've just exploded every guys' brains), but once you got your bag secured, you started posting the content you preferred (dress to impress on roblox). everyone loves you because you're hilarious on camera, but you don't really keep up with sports, so when nagi joins your stream, everyone is going insane but you have no clue as to who he is. when they start spamming the chat about him, you ask your viewers "is he hot? no, scratch that. is he rich?" you've always been nagi's online crush & you basically made his whole entire month when you asked him to join you on your instagram live one day. the whole entire time, he's looking at you on the screen with literal hearts in his eyes, and he struggles to fight back his smile. it's so difficult for him to maintain a neutral expression, and this is the most any of his fans have ever heard him speak, and the comments can't stop talking about "how geeked bro is rn"
the girlies love you because: just like isagi's wag, you are a genuine sweetheart. you never hard launch nagi, but you do tease confirmation on your relationship. you'll wear one of his hoodies that people know is his, or sometimes you'll stream when nagi is over and people can see his shoulder in the frame or they'll hear him say something to you to make you laugh. you post pictures of your view of the field, usually captioning it with something like "damn. i could be going crazy on sims 4 rn" you're just such a fun person to watch, and people consider you + nagi to be their comfort couple (although most of the comforting energy comes from you and your antics).
ą±Øą§ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI ā the pilates instructor !!
your dynamic is: fun and flirty, and straight out of a romcom. you're a well-known pilates instructor and in an attempt to get more girls to garner an interest in the sports channel, the network reaches out to you to see if you want to be in a humorous segment where you try to host a pilates class with some of the pro sports team. these guys are all about bulking and lifting and stamina training, and they don't really hold pilates in a high regard, so the comedy could be there. you obviously agree, and you end up teaching kunigami's team first. he can barely concentrate on the class and fumbles a few times because he's too focused on how good you look in your lululemon hot pink set. he's trying so hard to be respectful, and when you talk to him after the class, thanking him for being one of the only guys to not look down on pilates before they had to endure a session, he's trying so hard to avert his gaze because the sight of you slightly sweaty and in your workout clothes is doing something to him. you love teasing him, and the fact that he's a gentleman and still believes in chivalry makes it all the more fun.
the girlies love you because: besides making working out fun, you feature kunigami in some videos and always tease him by making up and demonstrating some freaky positions that always have him turning red in the face. you're always so considerate and supportive of your followers, and in return, they're always supportive of your own endeavors. when you come out with your own workout line, you put your boyfriend's famous name and hot body to use. he's in your marketing campaign, but honestly, the videos of him looking at you when you're wearing your own workout set is advertisement enough.
ą±Øą§ RIN ITOSHI ā the unbothered model !!
your dynamic is: centered on the concept of private not secret. neither of you get too personal on social media; you just post aesthetic photos and sponsored content for revolve & rin's socials are managed by a team. like everyone else in the world with decent eyesight, rin's struck by your beauty. unlike most of the guys who are attracted to you, though, rin stands out. for starters, he actually has the confidence to approach you. even better: he's actually polite when he does. normally, the ones bold enough to approach you are bold and loud and kinda sleazy. rin is nothing like that. underneath both yours and his cold exterior, the two of you actually share some of the same niche interests. rin's a pretty intense person on the field and to the public, and there's not a single photo on the internet where you can be seen smiling. the aura the two of you have when paired together is insane... insanely intimidating. he's also the person you're most comfortable with and vice versa. the two of you can be messy and unfiltered and annoying with each other, and no one else.
the girlies love you because: you serve effortless cool girl. at every game you attend to watch rin, not once do the cameras catch you off guard. side profile? stunning. catching your usual neutral expression morph into concern and shock as rin gets shoved by an opponent? you still look insanely good. your hair is always done, nails are always done, your outfits are always fitted and put the other wags to shame. when girls think of iconic partners of athletes, you're always the first on their mind. there are tiktok tutorials that are trying to teach people how to emulate your energy, "[name] outfit inspo", or makeup videos trying to recreate your look. photos of you at rin's game is on every girl's "wag dream life" pinterest board, but the most popular photo is a grainy image someone managed to capture. it's taken after rin's game, and the two of you snuck off to the back of the stadium to be alone. he has his arms wrapped around your waist, and your arms are around his shoulders, and his forehead is pressed against yours and... it's the only photo where people have seen either of you smiling.
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Where you fawn over your cat and call him the "best boy", but Kaiser thought you were talking about him...
a/n: just fluff. i also wanted to use this pic from neko to kiss bc the cat was so cute in the manga lol
āWhoās a good boy?ā
āOh youāre the best boy, arenāt you?ā
You say, cooing over your adorable tuxedo cat, Sigma Balls. He purrs as you gently pet him under the chin with your left hand.
āYeah, I amā¦ā You look down at Kaiser with his head in your lap, eyes closed, and speaking in a whisper as you run your right hand through his hair.Ā
The attempt to hide your giggle fails and his eyes immediately open.
āWhat?ā He glares at you, but his ears betray him as they turn a beet red. Kaiser looks at your other arm that isnāt caressing him to find Sigma Balls meowing contently.Ā
He glances back at your contorted face thatās trying so hard not to laugh before it clicks.Ā
āOh. You meant him. Right, Sigma Balls.ā He mutters and quickly turns his head in your lap to hide his embarrassed face in your shirt.Ā
You lose it and break into laughter.Ā
āShut. Up.ā Kaiser snaps, tearing himself away from your embrace to leave the room.Ā
Before he could go, you grasp onto his wrist and he turns around with a red-tinted face.Ā
āWhat is it? Let go of me already!ā He protests and weakly flings his arm. A truly pathetic attempt to escape. āGo play with Sigma Balls. Your best boy.ā He turns away, pouting like an immature child holding a tantrum.Ā
You jerk your arm, catching Kaiser off guard, pulling him into a hug. With his forehead resting on your shoulder, you whisper āYouāll always be the best-est boy.ā
āWhateverā he mutters, hiding his smile by burying himself deeper in your shoulder.
You give him a quick peck and start drawing circles on his back with your hands. Until Sigma Balls notices the lack of caresses from you and meows repeatedly to get your attention back on him. Sighing, you switch one hand from Kaiser onto your demanding cat.Ā
Your hands are getting sore but thatās just the cost of having two cute attention seeking boys in the house.
how intensely the blue lock men yearn for you.
featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, michael kaiser ā content: suggestive
note. drove myself insane while writing this actually š§š»āāļøWHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
itoshi rin sees you in every daydream.
every time rin closes his eyes, youāre thereā itās as if the image of you is permanently burned into the space behind his eyelids, like a never ending dream. (yet, he never wants to wake up from it.) the mere sight of you makes his heart burn and his head spin, and that desperate feeling of wanting you bleeds into his fingertips that makes him reach for you in his sleep. you trap him in his own mind. it feels as if you consume his every thought and occupy the space of every moment heās awake. youāre a distraction, but one he canāt seem to get enough of.
when he blinks, youāre there, and everything blurs together. he starts to lose sense of where you end and he beginsā youāve become a part of him.
the concept of you even begins to seep into his passions, into his goals. rin thinks of you when heās on the field, and he canāt deny the rush of adrenaline that shoots through his body at the thought of you cheering for him. heās hooked to the feeling, he needs more. the thought that youāre only thinking of him too at that exact momentā watching him, holding his dreams close to your heartā that youāre both thinking of each other. connected. itās a dream that drives him to try even harder.
because youāre not just a distraction anymore; youāve become his sole focus.
during his next game, he plays with the image of you patiently waiting for him at the entrance of the tunnel. so when he catches his breath after a hard match, his body on the brink of collapsing and covered in sweat, itās not the sweet taste of victory that revives him. itās not the cheers of the crowd, praises of his name falling from their lips, that brings him back to life. noā itās the thought of you. close and real, hand pressed against his chest as you lean in, with your warm skin pressing against his own as you whisper into his ear, āi knew you could do it.ā
he knows he'll dream of that feeling from now on too, of your breath against his ear. he canāt escape youā but he doesnāt think heāll ever want to.
itoshi sae searches for you in the crowd.
without fail, saeās eyes will always gravitate towards youā even in the chaos of the stadium, even when you think youāre lost in the blur of the people surrounding you. his eyes always seem to find yours. when he finally catches sight of you in his jersey, itās hard to miss the way his gaze sharpens with intensity, his eyes darkening in a way youāve never seen before. itās electric; the only word that could describe the feeling he gets when he sees that youāre staring back at him with the same intensity.
something about youā the way you proudly wear his jersey, and the look of pride that swims in your eyes as you look at himā awakens something deep in him.
sae feels a satisfaction he's never quite felt before you. itās a possessive and all-consuming feeling. like his ego is inflated to its limits and makes him uncharacteristically greedy for you. his thoughts become filled with the need to become the center of your world, to stake some sort of claim on you so no one else can. (he wants his teammates to see what he comes home to every night.) this feeling that makes him want to throw away all rationale, and before he realizes it, it's this feeling that has him walking over to you before the match even begins.
he doesn't care for the alarmed look on your face as he rips your (his) ring off your finger. around the two of you, shocked gasps fill the stadium, as he loops your ring into his necklace. but they become lost in the background, and his focus is on you. "look at me," and when he brings his necklace up to his lips, your ring now dangling by the string, his eyes never leave yours. thereās an almost dangerous edge to it nowā his eyes gleaming possessively at you.
he wants you to think of this moment, to embed it in your thoughts, and crave for him the same way he craves for you.
nagi seishiro can't stop staring at your lips.
light pink lip gloss looks the best on you. itās a thought that clouds nagiās mind every time he sees them. the way its glossiness catches the light, making the soft pink of your lips stand out and give it a subtle, irresistible fullness. theyāre so plump, inviting, that it becomes dangerously intoxicating. (it must be on purpose, he often thinks, because you smile every time you're applying it on.) he doesnāt care if you notice the fact that heās unable to fight the urge when his eyes flicker towards themā like itās impossible to tear his eyes away from themā he wants you to notice.
theyāre just so alluring, yet troubling, the way it gets his heart pumping in excitement.
the jealous part of him wants to be the only one to see you like this. because thereās just something about the way you react to him, something about the look in your eyes when you catch on to his wandering gaze. heās entirely drawn to the way your breath hitches just a little when his eyes flick down to your lips, and then back to your eyes. and the way the corner of your lips pulls into a little smirk at this, eyes focused on his, as your tongue teasingly drags across the gloss to get a taste. his mind becomes overcome with thoughts of youā what would they taste like? would it be something fruity, like strawberry? or maybe something even sweeter, like birthday cake?
but you never give him the satisfaction of knowing, and it pulls him in even deeper. you push away from him, every time, and itās maddening. itās always with the same sweet smile and playful glint in your eyes, that you tell him, āit was nice talking to you.ā then youāre turning around, leaving him behind.
nagiās left wondering what it would be like, to see if that sweetness on your lips tastes as inviting as it looks.
mikage reo thinks of you in every song.
with every beat, every lyric, with every tune that floods reoās earsā there you are, vivid in his mind, as if you were woven deep into the addicting melody. itās as if the lyrics were written with you in mind, and heās forever stuck thinking of you. his heart burns for you in the songs that you send, and he clings to every playlist you share. he imagines you in these lovesick songsā having you in his arms, intertwining his fingers with yours as you dance slowly to the tuneā like his mind is desperately trying to tell him something heās still too afraid to say out loud. itās a silent confession, words he can never bring himself to say out loud, spilling from the speakers instead.
he plays the same song on repeat; he wants to keep hearing your name in the lyrics, and to feel the ghost of your presence as if youāre right there with him.
but as silent as his affections are, reo doesnāt want his desperate longing to be one-sided. he wants to worm his way into your every thought, invade your mind, the same exact way you had done with his. he wants you to see flashes of him when you hear a familiar tune, to smile to yourself whenever you realize itās his favorite song playing in the background of a random store.
so reo pours his heart into a playlist for you. "these songs remind me of you," and to him, itās enough. he hopes you can hear everything he feels in the space between the lyrics, to read between the lines of the words as they dance across your screen. every song is a dedication to his love for you. to him, itās a love letter he can never bring himself to write but canāt help and send. he doesnāt want to speak it out loudā this playlist, with a strange mix of soft longing and quiet desire, does the work for him.
itās a playlist of his soulās quietest confessions, and he hopes you can hear how much his heart longs for you.
michael kaiser is haunted by thoughts of your touch.
kaiser doesnāt know when it startedā the obsession, the craving for you, the fervent need to feel your skin on his. maybe it was when your fingertips grazed his hand as you passed him a water bottle, lasting for a second at most, but sending sparks flying across his skin where you touched. or maybe it was when you put your hand against his back, palms pressed firmly into the planes of his muscles, as you guided him out of the way (because he was blocking you, but he chooses to ignore that detail.) youāre his manager; youāre simply doing your job.
but heās started to find himself stuck in the fantasy of your touchā imagining the way your fingers would trace over his tattoos, or having them run through his hair as you brush it out of his face.
and his breath always catches in his throat as he imagines the sensation, having to swallow at how dry and constricted his throat becomes. he thinks of the warmth of your hands, the way your fingers would subtly dance on his skin, and he shivers. he imagines that you wouldnāt rushāno, youād take it slow. you would let it linger, and maybe he would press his hands over yours to trap it there. just to savor the feeling.
his fantasies of you could never compare to the real thing, though, he realizes one day.
heās sat on the bench in front of you, tense with heightened sensitivity. the surface of his skin feels like it's on flames from your words, āyour tattoos are so pretty,ā and from the way your index finger trace over the inked vines that wrap around his arms. his stomach starts to form tight coils as your fingers travel up and upā at the feeling of your thumbs grazing his jaw as you brush his hair out of the way to look at the blue rose ā and heās sucking in a harsh breath as he tries to keep himself grounded. to keep himself from losing his mind. and when you pull away, he can't ignore the emptiness the washes over him.
his heart is greedy and insatiable; he's never satisfied. now that heās gotten a taste of what it feels like, he finds himself wanting even more of you.
how intensely the blue lock men yearn for you.
featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, michael kaiser ā content: suggestive
note. drove myself insane while writing this actually š§š»āāļøWHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
itoshi rin sees you in every daydream.
every time rin closes his eyes, youāre thereā itās as if the image of you is permanently burned into the space behind his eyelids, like a never ending dream. (yet, he never wants to wake up from it.) the mere sight of you makes his heart burn and his head spin, and that desperate feeling of wanting you bleeds into his fingertips that makes him reach for you in his sleep. you trap him in his own mind. it feels as if you consume his every thought and occupy the space of every moment heās awake. youāre a distraction, but one he canāt seem to get enough of.
when he blinks, youāre there, and everything blurs together. he starts to lose sense of where you end and he beginsā youāve become a part of him.
the concept of you even begins to seep into his passions, into his goals. rin thinks of you when heās on the field, and he canāt deny the rush of adrenaline that shoots through his body at the thought of you cheering for him. heās hooked to the feeling, he needs more. the thought that youāre only thinking of him too at that exact momentā watching him, holding his dreams close to your heartā that youāre both thinking of each other. connected. itās a dream that drives him to try even harder.
because youāre not just a distraction anymore; youāve become his sole focus.
during his next game, he plays with the image of you patiently waiting for him at the entrance of the tunnel. so when he catches his breath after a hard match, his body on the brink of collapsing and covered in sweat, itās not the sweet taste of victory that revives him. itās not the cheers of the crowd, praises of his name falling from their lips, that brings him back to life. noā itās the thought of you. close and real, hand pressed against his chest as you lean in, with your warm skin pressing against his own as you whisper into his ear, āi knew you could do it.ā
he knows he'll dream of that feeling from now on too, of your breath against his ear. he canāt escape youā but he doesnāt think heāll ever want to.
itoshi sae searches for you in the crowd.
without fail, saeās eyes will always gravitate towards youā even in the chaos of the stadium, even when you think youāre lost in the blur of the people surrounding you. his eyes always seem to find yours. when he finally catches sight of you in his jersey, itās hard to miss the way his gaze sharpens with intensity, his eyes darkening in a way youāve never seen before. itās electric; the only word that could describe the feeling he gets when he sees that youāre staring back at him with the same intensity.
something about youā the way you proudly wear his jersey, and the look of pride that swims in your eyes as you look at himā awakens something deep in him.
sae feels a satisfaction he's never quite felt before you. itās a possessive and all-consuming feeling. like his ego is inflated to its limits and makes him uncharacteristically greedy for you. his thoughts become filled with the need to become the center of your world, to stake some sort of claim on you so no one else can. (he wants his teammates to see what he comes home to every night.) this feeling that makes him want to throw away all rationale, and before he realizes it, it's this feeling that has him walking over to you before the match even begins.
he doesn't care for the alarmed look on your face as he rips your (his) ring off your finger. around the two of you, shocked gasps fill the stadium, as he loops your ring into his necklace. but they become lost in the background, and his focus is on you. "look at me," and when he brings his necklace up to his lips, your ring now dangling by the string, his eyes never leave yours. thereās an almost dangerous edge to it nowā his eyes gleaming possessively at you.
he wants you to think of this moment, to embed it in your thoughts, and crave for him the same way he craves for you.
nagi seishiro can't stop staring at your lips.
light pink lip gloss looks the best on you. itās a thought that clouds nagiās mind every time he sees them. the way its glossiness catches the light, making the soft pink of your lips stand out and give it a subtle, irresistible fullness. theyāre so plump, inviting, that it becomes dangerously intoxicating. (it must be on purpose, he often thinks, because you smile every time you're applying it on.) he doesnāt care if you notice the fact that heās unable to fight the urge when his eyes flicker towards themā like itās impossible to tear his eyes away from themā he wants you to notice.
theyāre just so alluring, yet troubling, the way it gets his heart pumping in excitement.
the jealous part of him wants to be the only one to see you like this. because thereās just something about the way you react to him, something about the look in your eyes when you catch on to his wandering gaze. heās entirely drawn to the way your breath hitches just a little when his eyes flick down to your lips, and then back to your eyes. and the way the corner of your lips pulls into a little smirk at this, eyes focused on his, as your tongue teasingly drags across the gloss to get a taste. his mind becomes overcome with thoughts of youā what would they taste like? would it be something fruity, like strawberry? or maybe something even sweeter, like birthday cake?
but you never give him the satisfaction of knowing, and it pulls him in even deeper. you push away from him, every time, and itās maddening. itās always with the same sweet smile and playful glint in your eyes, that you tell him, āit was nice talking to you.ā then youāre turning around, leaving him behind.
nagiās left wondering what it would be like, to see if that sweetness on your lips tastes as inviting as it looks.
mikage reo thinks of you in every song.
with every beat, every lyric, with every tune that floods reoās earsā there you are, vivid in his mind, as if you were woven deep into the addicting melody. itās as if the lyrics were written with you in mind, and heās forever stuck thinking of you. his heart burns for you in the songs that you send, and he clings to every playlist you share. he imagines you in these lovesick songsā having you in his arms, intertwining his fingers with yours as you dance slowly to the tuneā like his mind is desperately trying to tell him something heās still too afraid to say out loud. itās a silent confession, words he can never bring himself to say out loud, spilling from the speakers instead.
he plays the same song on repeat; he wants to keep hearing your name in the lyrics, and to feel the ghost of your presence as if youāre right there with him.
but as silent as his affections are, reo doesnāt want his desperate longing to be one-sided. he wants to worm his way into your every thought, invade your mind, the same exact way you had done with his. he wants you to see flashes of him when you hear a familiar tune, to smile to yourself whenever you realize itās his favorite song playing in the background of a random store.
so reo pours his heart into a playlist for you. "these songs remind me of you," and to him, itās enough. he hopes you can hear everything he feels in the space between the lyrics, to read between the lines of the words as they dance across your screen. every song is a dedication to his love for you. to him, itās a love letter he can never bring himself to write but canāt help and send. he doesnāt want to speak it out loudā this playlist, with a strange mix of soft longing and quiet desire, does the work for him.
itās a playlist of his soulās quietest confessions, and he hopes you can hear how much his heart longs for you.
michael kaiser is haunted by thoughts of your touch.
kaiser doesnāt know when it startedā the obsession, the craving for you, the fervent need to feel your skin on his. maybe it was when your fingertips grazed his hand as you passed him a water bottle, lasting for a second at most, but sending sparks flying across his skin where you touched. or maybe it was when you put your hand against his back, palms pressed firmly into the planes of his muscles, as you guided him out of the way (because he was blocking you, but he chooses to ignore that detail.) youāre his manager; youāre simply doing your job.
but heās started to find himself stuck in the fantasy of your touchā imagining the way your fingers would trace over his tattoos, or having them run through his hair as you brush it out of his face.
and his breath always catches in his throat as he imagines the sensation, having to swallow at how dry and constricted his throat becomes. he thinks of the warmth of your hands, the way your fingers would subtly dance on his skin, and he shivers. he imagines that you wouldnāt rushāno, youād take it slow. you would let it linger, and maybe he would press his hands over yours to trap it there. just to savor the feeling.
his fantasies of you could never compare to the real thing, though, he realizes one day.
heās sat on the bench in front of you, tense with heightened sensitivity. the surface of his skin feels like it's on flames from your words, āyour tattoos are so pretty,ā and from the way your index finger trace over the inked vines that wrap around his arms. his stomach starts to form tight coils as your fingers travel up and upā at the feeling of your thumbs grazing his jaw as you brush his hair out of the way to look at the blue rose ā and heās sucking in a harsh breath as he tries to keep himself grounded. to keep himself from losing his mind. and when you pull away, he can't ignore the emptiness the washes over him.
his heart is greedy and insatiable; he's never satisfied. now that heās gotten a taste of what it feels like, he finds himself wanting even more of you.
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
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ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
Imagine just being a normal girl in 2005 who is enjoying her peaceful school life(totally not monotone) untill you get stuck with *character* to do school project. Everyone knows that they are a delinquent who doesnt even come to school and if they grace their presence in the school, their face is full of healing bruises and rough atitude (no matter how much they try to hide their rough atitude). Imagine getting to know each other better and letting your prejudice down.So imagine people's surprise when the trouble maker delinquent starts coming to school just to tease you and become better.
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In which trouble hater gets stuck to do project with trouble maker!
(Enemies-to-friends-to lovers and at last he ends up dead ć¾ā (ā Ā Ķā Ā°ā Ā Ķā ŹĶ”ā Ā°ā )ā ćā āŖ)
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