yoichi was having an amazing day. his practice match went extremely well, and he was able to score a goal after going head to head with his nemesis.
after the post-match dinner, yoichi was walking down the street, planning to head home until he felt this weird feeling prickling at the nape of his neck.
he couldn't exactly tell, but maybe, someone was following him.
he could hear the overlapping sounds of his and the mystery person's steps.
it was 8pm, but he didn't think the streets of the city would be so dangerous at this time. after all, if the person tried to attack he could certainly take him on, right?
at least he hoped.
he swallowed, adjusting his bag as he quickened his steps. the steps behind him quickened as well, and he could hear a hint of a laugh.
his stomach churned as he realised he definitely was being followed.
he turned his head to the side as if he was looking at the night sky, only to look with his peripheral vision, seeing a head of light blue hair and patchwork-like skin. odd.
at the end of this road he could go in three different directions: left, right or straight ahead.
yoichi quickly pivoted, ducking into the left alley at the speed of loki.
the footsteps behind him caught up, only a few strides left until yoichi could meet his fate.
"yoichi, duck!"
he listened immediately without even realising who said it, feeling a woosh! of some sort of force zooming past the top of his head and headed for the person right behind him.
the person gasped dramatically, almost as if he was finding this entertaining and got back on his feet in an instant.
yoichi was dragged up from his knees and the person who saved him ran with him at a terrifying speed.
turn after turn, yoichi followed you, thankfully losing the blue-haired maniac and rushing into a very familiar home.
the door slammed shut, locked twice with security armed. yoichi let out a sigh of relief, wiping his forehead.
as he was catching his breath, he peered up at the photos of family on the wall, eyes widening as his head snapped up to look at the person in front of him.
"baby? what were you doing out so late?" he said immediately, standing upright in a flustered state.
you smiled and let out a chuckle.
"late night walk, didn't expect to see you being chased by a..." cursed spirit, "weirdo."
he smiled, walking forward and wrapping his arms around you tightly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"thanks for saving me, that was insane."
you pat his back gently, realising yoichi knew nothing of curses or cursed techniques. just like any other normal person in japan. in his panic, you guessed he forgot all about it as soon as he was in safe arms.
oh well.
"at least we're both safe now," you kissed his cheek, definitely letting him sleep over for the night.
back in the alley, mahito was wailing, wobbling side to side as he walked back.
he didn't get to see the number 1 striker of japan explode in front of his eyes. boringggg.
he just ended up disfiguring a random man camping in the alley.
a/n: guys im so sorry i haven't posted in ages holy moly š i've honestly just been a really big fat lazy chud
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he forgets his wedding ring at home, second day in a row [sae itoshi x reader]
The second morning you found Saeās wedding ring in the drawer, you didnāt get angry. You looked at it for a moment, picking it up and feeling the metal with your fingers, and then you smiled. Very Dangerously.
āOh,ā you whispered. āSo this is who we are today.ā
Yesterday, you had reminded him on call. Yesterday, he had said, āI wonāt forget.ā
And yet there it was.
So you picked it up, got dressed in wide-leg black trousers, a fitted sleeveless top, oversized sunglasses, and heels sharp enough to puncture, and drove straight to his practice.
By the time you reached, training was in full swing. The field stretched bright and green under the afternoon sun. Players moved in clean drills, passes snapping back and forth, cleats cutting across turf. Staff stood near the sidelines with clipboards. Someone shouted instructions in Spanish.
And there was Sae, in the middle of the field. Of course. Calm, sharp, flawless and obviously, annoyingly beautiful.
He received a pass, turned with surgical precision, and sent the ball clean through two defenders like they were decorative cones.
A few teammates clapped. One whistled.
He barely reacted at all this commotion, but then he turned noticing you walking towards him from the sidelines on the pavement.
His entire body paused, eyes narrowed slightly behind that unreadable face, as if trying to figure out whether you were real, why you were there, and why you looked like you had arrived to ruin his afternoon.
His teammates noticed immediately probably because Sae never froze.
One of them followed his gaze, then another. Soon half the field was looking at you.
A tall striker nudged another player and muttered something. Someone else grinned. Saeās expression shifted into annoyance. Not at you. At them, his teammates.
Every click of your heels on the pavement near the turf was audible till the end of the field. The coach blinked. A staff member looked like he wanted to stop you, then took one look at your face and reconsidered his life choices.
Sae started walking toward you, his posture was controlled, but his eyes were alert.
āWhat are you doing here?ā he asked walking towards you.
You smiled. āGood afternoon to you too, husband.ā
You stopped in front of him, heels sinking slightly into the grass, you pulled out the ring from your pocket, āForgot something?ā
His teammates immediately went silent. Sae exhaled through his nose, āYou came all the way here for that?ā
You held up the ring between two fingers. āFor that?ā you repeated. āInteresting. I thought this was the internationally recognized symbol of a āmarried man.ā Are you not one? My mistake.ā
Someone behind him coughed lightly.
You rolled your eyes and he held out his hand. You didnāt give him the ring. Instead, you took his wrist, lifted his hand, and slid the ring onto his finger yourself. Deliberately slow and very publically.
āThere,ā you said. āCongratulations. Youāre married again.ā
He looked down at your hand holding his, then back up at you. āI was married before you put it back.ā
You shrug gently, "I dont know, were you?"
A teammate whispered, āDamn.ā You glanced past Sae, āLouder. I drove forty minutes.ā
The team lost it. Sae looked at you, eyes calm but amused. āYouāre enjoying this.ā
āImmensely.ā
āYou couldāve called.ā
āI did. Yesterday. When I reminded you and you promised.ā
āIt slipped my mind.ā
You gasped softly. āYour wedding ring slipped your mind.ā
āIt doesnāt mean anything.ā
Your brows lifted. āIt doesnāt mean anything?ā
His eyes sharpened. āYou know what I mean.ā
Sae stared at you. You stared back. A faint breeze moved across the field. Somewhere behind him, a teammate whispered, āSheās amazing.ā
His jaw shifted. You stepped closer and patted his chest. āListen carefully, genius. You may forget tactics, names, dinners-ā
āI donāt forget tactics.ā
āBut you will not forget this ring.ā
His teammates were openly grinning now.
Sae leaned closer to you, voice low. āYou done?ā
You smiled sweetly as you adjusted his collar. āFor now.ā Then you turned to leave.
He caught your wrist gently. You looked back.
He lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles, teal eyes never leaving yours.
āWonāt happen again.ā
You tilted your head, amused. āI know it wont. This will be the last of it, one way or the other.ā You threatened casually.
Sae finally laughed under his breath, you staking your claim on him in public? Almost proud and immediately turned on.
As you walked away, Leornado went to him and muttered, āYour wife is scary.ā
Sae looked at the ring on his finger.
Then at your retreating figure.
āNo,ā he said calmly.
āSheās perfect.ā
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š£²ā ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė pallete // late-night tutoring with soccer star sae itoshi was supposed to save his season, not leave you trapped in his car wearing his clothes !
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2:43 a.m.
the library had long fallen silent. the only sounds left in the building were the sounds of soft rain patters and low hums of the lamps.Ā
your mouth was dry, your eyes were burning. for nearly five hours, you've been sitting across sae itoshi, trying to hammer the fundamental concepts of general chemistry into the dense brain of your schoolās star soccer player. it was supposed to be fairly simple: you were a fan of the team, he needed to pass to play the semi-finals, and youād tutored plenty of people before. but no oneāand i mean no oneāhad ever been this unwilling to learn.
āitās really not complicated,ā your voice raspy with fatigue as you tapped your pen against his notebook for the hundredth time. āyou just need to set it up properly and convert, simpleā
sae didnāt even glance up from where he was leaning back in his chair, his expression stoic. āi heard you the first time, i just give upā
you groan, āyou do understand if you donāt pass this exam, youāre benched for the semi-finals,ā you pinch the bridge of your nose as a migraine comes on. ājust keep tryingā
he finally looks up at your show of frustration, still unbothered. āmaybe youāre just not a good teacherāĀ
that was the final straw. the audacity of his words snapped your already thinning patience. you didnāt fight back, but the way you slammed your textbook shut put it into words. the heavy thud echoed against the quiet walls.Ā
āfine,ā you said, voice deadpan. you began shoving your pencils, highlighters, and papers into your bag, not caring about neatness. āif iām such a horrible teacher, find someone else to save your season. iām going home.ā sae didnāt blink. he watched your frantic anger with those teal, unmoving eyes, his chin still resting in his palm. he looked unbelievably detached for someone who just ruined their last hope of eligibility for the semi-finals.
you yanked your bag zipper shut harshly, threw it over your shoulder, and turned without giving him another glance. pushing through the heavy doors of the library, the transition hit like a truck. the humid, cozy air of the library was quickly replaced with the shock of violently freezing winds. the soft rain turning into downpour, blurring the lights of the streetlamps into hazes of yellow.Ā
you pulled your hoodie up, but it was useless against the wind. within seconds, the freezing rain pricked at your skin and soaked through your sweater. your sneakers squelched against the flooded sidewalk as you hurried towards the edge of campus, your frustrations providing enough adrenaline to keep you moving. let him fail, you thought, blinking away the water stuck in your eyelashes. let the whole team lose, see if i care.
by the time you reached the shelter of the bus stop, you were shivering. the small plexiglass overhang offered pathetic protection; the wind just blew rain sideways, still finding its way to you. swiping your thumb across your damp phone screen, you checked the transit app, only for your stomach to drop. next bus: 35 minutes. delayed due to local flooding. a miserable groan, half yell, escaped you as you leaned your head back against the even colder metal. you left in such a hurry that everything but your pride was ignored. closing your eyes, you wondered how a thursday night had gone so wrong.
through the heavy throttle of rain around you, a new sound cut through the noise. splashing, heavy footsteps coming from the exact direction of the library. you opened your eyes as the figure stepped under the roof of the bus stop.Ā
it was sae. of course it was.
he didnāt look nearly as miserable as you felt. he had an umbrella propped over his shoulder, and though his shoes were damp, he still carried himself with that infuriating, untouchable posture. he didnāt look at you immediately. instead, he shook the excess water off his umbrella with a snap of his wrist, still looking out onto the empty, flooded street where the bus was supposed to be.
āthe roads are flooded through the lower avenues,ā sae said, his voice unwavering as if nothing in the world bothers him. āthe bus isnāt coming.ā
you bit the inside of your cheek, hugging your wet arms together to stop them from shaking. āit says thirty five minutes on the appā
āthe app is wrongā he replied flatly. he finally turned his head, his sharp, teal eyes cutting through the dim, yellow gloom of the bus stop to look down at you. he takes in your shivering frame, your drenched hair clinging to your neck, and the puddle forming at your sneakers. he let out a small, barely audible sighāmore out of boredom than pity. āget in the car. iām parked down the blockā
your jaw tightened. āiām fine, iāll wait.ā
āiām not asking you,ā sae said, already turning and stepping back out onto the downpour, holding the umbrella perfectly above himself. āif you stay here, youāre going to freeze, and dead people wonāt be able to finish the review tomorrow. move.ā
he didnāt even check to see if you were following. the sheer, arrogant pragmatism of it made everything in you boil, but as the viscous gusts of wind sent freezing rain down your clothes, your survival instinct won. gritting your teeth, you clenched your heavy, water-soaked bag and hurried after him, shoes splashing in his wake.Ā
his car was exactly what you expected: quiet, and smelling faintly of leather and a clean, expensive cologne that made your chest tighten. the moment you sank into the passenger seat, the contrast was dizzying. sae climbed into the drivers seat, shutting out the roaring storm with a thud. the sudden absence of the rain left the car unnervingly quiet, the sound of your own ragged breathing prominent. without a word, he revved the engine and cranked the heater.
ādonāt get the leather wet,ā he murmured, shifting the car into drive.
āyouāre the one who dragged me in here,ā you muttered back. but, you still didnāt want to get his expensive seats wet. so, you peeled off your sweater and set it on top of your bag. the thin, damp, tanktop underneath sticking to you like second skin. you pulled your knees closer to your chest to keep you from shivering making the swell of your breasts rise up, and your hardened nipples from the cold poke out. you leaned your head against the window but the freezing glass immediately sending a jolt through your temple. you pulled away, settling near the heater, aware of how close he was to you. in the confined space, the heat radiating off the dashboard seemed to carry his scent right to you.Ā
your damp clothes were beginning to stick to your skin in a way entirely uncomfortable. as you tried to subtly pull your damp top away from your chest, you felt a gaze on you.Ā
you glanced sideways, sae was looking at you.
he wasnāt even watching the roadāwell, his eyes were darting back and forth, but his focus was entirely pinned on you. in the green glow of the dashboard lights, his teal eyes looked darker, more intense. he took in the way you were trembling, eyes dropping to your breasts rising and falling unpatterned.Ā
suddenly, he pulled the car over and put it in park.
āwhat are you doing?ā you asked, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.Ā
sae didnāt answer. he unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned across the center console. the sudden proximity made your breath hitch. he was so close you could see the faint dampness at the tips of his eyelashes, could feel the actual heat of his body emanating through the chill in your veins. your heart did a thud against your ribs. you braced yourself, thinking he was going to say somethingāor worse, lean closer.
instead, his hand brushed against your arm. reaching into the backseat. he pulled a heavy, letterman jacket from the seats. he put it over your shoulders, it was huge, and completely dry.
āput it on,ā he said, his voice dropped an octave. he didnāt move back right away. he stayed hovering over the console for a second too long, his eyes burning into yours, observing the way your shirt hugged every curve of your torso. āyouāre getting water everywhere. and your teeth are clicking. itās annoyingā
āi canāt just change in your car, saeā you whispered, your face flushing a hot red that had nothing to do with the heater. sae finally leaned back into his seat, a lazy tilt of his head. he looked away, staring out at the rain washing over the windshield. āiām not looking. move fastā
your fingers fumbled with the hem of your top, your heart hammering as you removed the damp layer off. every rustle of fabric felt incredibly loud. even though he kept his eyes ahead, his profile was striking, his long fingers wrapping tightly around the steering wheel. he was entirely aware of every movement you were making two feet away from him.Ā
your hands quivering, struggling with the buttons of his jacket. āyou done yet?ā he says impatiently.Ā
you grunt, āhow do i button this thing?ā
he looks back at you slowly, eyes gaining emotion at the way youāre sitting wearing his jacket half-heartedly, the midriff of stomach going up to the exposed sides of your breasts. he moves across to you, invading your space. your breath freezes as his fingers brush against your bare skin. the touch sending shivers down your spine. you stare at him, heart hammering as he focuses intently on the task.Ā
he didnāt rush. his fingers occasionally grazing your stomach as he worked his way up. the feeling of closeness intoxicating, his warm breath against your neck making hairs stand up. when he reached the middle button, his hands paused. he felt the stiffness of your posture, the way you had stopped breathing. sae slowly tilted his head up, inches away from yours. a faint, knowing smirk appearing at the corner of his lips, dangerous and entirely too close.
āyou nervous?ā he whispered, his voice dropped to a low, quiet rasp that vibrated through you.Ā
you couldnāt answer as you knew you were nervous. your response comes out a meek whimper. the way his stare bore daggers into you, his hands near your already perked peaks, everything sending exhilaration through you.Ā
as if out of your control, you move towards his face, lips barely brushing. his hold loosens on the jacket as he gently puts his lips onto yours. the hesitant pecking quickly turns into greedy licks of each other's saliva. sae grabs your hips and drags you onto his lap, still devouring you. your knees glide over the console while he reclines his seat back. you straddle above his thighs as your arms lock around his neck, pinning him back into the reclined seat. he slips his jacket off your arms and wraps his arm around your waist. the heaviness of each groan meshing you into each other in the mess of damp hair and flushed skin.Ā
you both move slightly away from each other as your breathlessness catches up. the long hours of the day being washed over with desire.
āyou sure you want this?ā he breathes into you. you properly sit down on his lap, tilting your head back onto his lips.
. . . . .Ā
your hopeless grabs leaving handprints on the fogged windows in the back seat. ass arched up, face smushed against the door as sae roughly pounds into you from behind. every vulnerable part of you open for him as he stretches you out. his hands on the meat of your ass, occasionally roaming to the curve of your spine. youāve came countless times, losing all concept of time while youāre being fucked to the brim. leather underneath pooled with combined juices.Ā
āa-ah! f-fuck! i canāt!ā you yelp. he pounds into you harder as your body jerks forward, his hands bringing you back onto his dick. his stern hold on you making sure you go nowhere, yanking your hair back to look at the reflection of him in the glass.
ātake all of itā sae seethes through his teeth, not letting up his mean thrusts. he takes in the sight of you all laid out for him on fours, fucking into your cervix while evidence of him is splayed across your body. āfuck, just like thatā he gives your ass a harsh slap as you whimper at the sting. he soothes the area as he moves his leg up to curve right into the spot that has you gushing.Ā
you scream his name. sweat dripping down your forehead as you know heās not stopping anytime soon. your clit rubbed sensitive, bruises blooming on your thighs at the heavy slams of his hips. every spasm of your walls sending him into overdrive. ākeep clenching around me like that babyā
he can tell youāre so close when you wrap around him, sucking his length in as you scream that you canāt take anymore. āshe doesnāt want me to leave. fuck, sheās sucking me in so goodāĀ
āsae! i-iām so close, h-harder, fuck me harder!ā your shaky voice sending jolts straight to his dick.Ā
āyouāre so deep!āā you donāt even know what youāre saying anymore. barely coherent in a cock-drunk daze as his balls meet your clit at every thrust, knocking brain cell out. the repeated slams of skin making tears sting your eyes. his hands moving in circles around your back as if to soothe you, completely contrasting the way heās jerking into you like he hates you.Ā
his cock hitting the spongy spot inside you perfectly every time, while his fingers wrap around you to rub tight circles onto your hardened bud. your whole body spasming as your nth orgasm overtakes every sensation. you shriek as you spray clear gush and cum down his legs, reciting his name like itās the only word you know.Ā
āthatās it. give it to me. fuck youāre such a messā his hips stuttering, cock pulsing at your slick coating him. āiām gonna fill you up. keep all of it inā he lets out a long, low moan while spreading your ass to see your pussy milk him. he empties his balls as he pushes into you deeper, letting his cum flood inside you. his body limp atop of yours as you try to regain clarity amidst your overwhelming euphoria. the mix of yours and his juices overflowing out of you, making you twitch at the feeling. the interior filled with the sounds of fastened, cluttered breathing as rain immerses you outside.Ā
āso much for not wetting my leather.ā
dividers by @feimingo & @cursed-carmine , panel by me-pics from pinterest
One missed shot, that was all it took for people to suddenly forget who Rin Itoshi is.
The same people who used to worship him are now calling him "overrated," "washed," "selfish," saying he "choked under pressure"
Your blood boils instantly.
"What the hell is wrong with these people?!"
You're sitting on the couch in one of Rin's oversized shirts, aggressively typing replies with the determination of someone entering battle.
"He missed ONE shot." "Do you people think athletes are robots?" "Everyone else misses too, why are you acting like Rin committed a crime?"
You get more and more offended with every comment you read.
Meanwhile, Rin is still on his way home.
He expected silence, maybe disappointment because he already knows the internet is tearing him apart. He can imagine the headlines, the insults, the mocking edits.
Usually, he'd just deal with it alone. But the second he opens the front doorā
"RIN!"
You storm toward him looking genuinely devastated.
His eyebrows furrow immediately. "...What happened?"
"What happened?!" you repeat in disbelief. "People are being horrible to you!"
Before he can even respond, you start ranting again.
"They're acting like you're not human! It was ONE shot! ONE! And now suddenly everyone thinks they can disrespect you?!"
Rin just stands there quietly while you continue rambling angrily.
Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes look watery from frustration and you're looking personally attacked by the comments.
And somehowā¦ Rin completely forgets about the missed shot.
Because now all he can focus on is you.
The way you're pacing around the living room while holding your phone like it personally offended you, the way you keep defending him like your life depends on it, the way your voice shakes with genuine hurt for him.
"They don't even know how hard you work," you mumble sadly. "You were probably already upset and then they made it worse..."
Rin feels something tight twist painfully in his chest.
Not from the match or the comments.
From love.
Because instead of thinking about himself, he's suddenly staring at you like you're the most precious thing in existence.
You care this much, this deeply and for him out of all people.
How did he get so lucky?
"You should see the way I replied to them," you continue angrily. "Actually no, don't. I almost started fighting thirty different people."
"Almost?" Rin says flatly.
You look away.
"Okay maybe I did."
He exhales quietly through his nose.
God, you're too adorable, too sincere, too loving. He feels like his heart genuinely cannot handle it.
You're over here fighting strangers online with tears in your eyes because someone dared insult him.
Meanwhile the actual person who missed the shot is no longer sad at all, because now he's too busy staring at you with that intense, unreadable look in his eyes.
"What?" you ask, still pouting.
Rin suddenly pulls you against him, hard.
You yelp softly as he buries his face into your shoulder.
"...Rin?"
He stays silent for a few seconds. Then quietlyā
"I don't care about the shot anymore."
Your expression softens instantly.
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
His arms tighten around your waist.
Because honestly? How is he supposed to feel miserable when someone loves him like this?
You get furious for him, you get sad for him.
You defend him like the insults are aimed at your own heart.
And Rin, someone who spent most of his life alone with his emotions, doesn't know what to do with that kind of love sometimes.
It overwhelms him in the best way possible.
"You're insane," he mutters against your skin.
You gasp dramatically. "For defending you?!"
"For caring this much."
"Well obviously I care this much," you say like it's the most normal thing in the world. "You're my boyfriend."
hiii!! i was wondering if you could write rin x reader where they were childhood friends then become fwb but reader had to move away due to issues at home and then rin blocked her bc he got a gf so they havent spoke in years but then they find eachother years later at a lake where they always used to and watch the sunset. sorry if this is too long or confusing šš
i love ur work!!
oh my gosh this is so fricking cute i will of course do it š¤
ALSO SORRY IVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY AND TIRED IM DEFINITELY WORKING ON MY REQUESTS šš
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The Japanese player who conquered the foreign league and never once looked back.
What they donāt know, what they argue about endlessly on sports talk shows and comment sections, is how heās survived this long without burning every bridge in his path.
Because Sae Itoshi, notoriously difficult, emotionally distant, and allergic to interviews, has the best manager.
And she smiles.
ā
You stand just outside the tunnel, hands folded behind your back, posture relaxed as if you arenāt surrounded by flashing cameras, shouting reporters, and security trying to herd the press and fans like sheep.
The stadium hums with anticipation. A Champions League quarterfinal. The air smells like turf, and metal. Not your favourite.
āSae Itoshi! One comment-just one-about the transfer rumors!ā
āIs it true you refused the national team again?!ā
āSae, look this way!ā
He doesnāt even slow down.
Maroon hair slicked back from the sweat, the weather proof gel is loosening, some pieces of his bangs fall back. Flat over his face, his expression flat, eyes forward, Sae Itoshi always walks like the world should part for him, and in his defense, it usually does. When a reporter gets too close, the bridge of his nose crumples and he shoots them a piercing look.
āSae,ā you say gently.
He stops.
Not abruptly. Just enough to turn his head slightly toward you.
āWhat,ā he mutters.
If you were any manager you mightāve flinch. Any manager wouldāve scrambled to apologize for interrupting him.
Except your not.
āYou promised youād sign the youth jerseys before warm-up,ā you remind him softly, smiling. āFive minutes. Then Iāll save you from the press.ā
A beat.
Then, barely noticeable, his shoulders ease slightly.
āFine.ā
This is a common occurrence between you and your employer. But the cameras eat it up every single time.
You turn to the reporters, still smiling, hands clasped politely.
āThank you for your patience,ā you say brightly. āSae Itoshi wonāt be answering questions today. Please coordinate through partnered official channels for further inquiry.ā
Your tone is sweet, and professional. Making it impossible to argue with.
Security eventually gets the hint and steps in, creating an even wider barricade. The press groans.
Sae walks past you, brushing his hand against yours for half a second, it was subtle, hidden by the bodies of the crowd.
āLucky.ā
ā
They say youāre calm, youāve got a knack for detail, your adorable. That you radiate joy like sunlight through clouds.
They donāt see the hellish environments Sae puts you through.
You walk beside him down the tunnel, tablet tucked under your arm, already reviewing his nutrition notes for after the match.
āYou didnāt sleep enough,ā you say casually.
He scoffs. āI slept.ā
āSix hours isnāt enough, you usually take seven for overnight rem sleep, and an hour evening nap.ā
āTch.ā
You glance up at him, still smiling. āI scheduled a nap window after the game. And youāre free from the post team interviewās.ā
He stops walking.
āā¦You what?ā
āI told them youāre unavailable.ā
āThey wonāt like that.ā
You tilt your head. āDo you care?ā
Silence.
Then a quiet exhale.
āNo.ā
You beam. āGood.ā
Kill them with kindness. Wise words to live by.
ā
Online, people call you Sae Itoshiās leash, or owner.
Some say he takes you for granted. That you jump whenever he asks. That youāre too soft on him. Spoiling him with little to no public interaction.
They donāt see the way his eyes flicker to you instinctively during games, searching the stands, finding you.
They donāt see the Phiten Rakuwa necklace resting against his collarbone, never removed, even during matches.
They donāt know it was your gift.
ā
You met Sae on your first day as his manager.
Fresh faced, and an even fresher contract. A New role. And a nightmare assignment, everyone said.
You remember it clearly.
Heād looked you up and down once, unimpressed.
āDonāt get in my way,ā heād said. āI donāt need my manager to be lukewarm.ā
Youād smiled and said āOf course.ā Then you reached for something in the pocket of your pencil skirt. Handing him a small box.
āFor luck.ā
Inside, the necklace.
Heād stared at it. āI donāt need luck.ā
Youād shrugged lightly. āThen it wonāt get in your way.ā
He put it on anyway.
He hasnāt taken it off since.
ā
The match is brutal. Fast and high pressure.
You sit in your usual seat, hands folded, eyes following every movement on the pitch. You have unwavering confidence in Saeās carefully honed skills as a football player.
Sae plays like a demon.
Every pass lands. Every decision is beautiful and clean. The crowd roars and chants his name, but his gaze flicks upward once, finding you.
Your lips curve into a small smile.
The opposing team never stood a chance.
They never do when youāre watching.
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Itās a running joke within the fan base. The team she cheers for never looses, and since she cheers for Sae, by default his team also never looses.
This was a wildfire superstition lots of people made up online. Itās amusing.
Sheās Sae Itoshiās lucky charm.
Sae gets the final goal, and the whistle is blown.
Victory. Once again.
ā
In the locker room, chaos erupts. Celebration, noise, sweat, adrenaline. You wait outside, as always, checking your messages.
Rin: Dumbass niichan is being annoying again. Tell him to stop being so tepid.
You laugh softly and type back.
You: Already on it. How are you holding up?
Rin: Fine. He played well. Donāt tell him I said that.
You: Your secretās safe.
Sae emerges minutes later, towel around his neck, hair damp, and no shirt on. Just his issued team sweatpants.
He stops when he sees you, and looks at the phone your holding.
āWhatās Rin saying,ā he asks immediately.
You donāt look up. āThat youāre annoying.ā
āTch.ā
āAnd that youāre being tepid.ā
āā¦Figures.ā
You finally meet his eyes, smile warm. āYou played extra well today.ā
He doesnāt say anything back. Just looks at you like you did something wrong.
āLucky.ā
ā
The post game interviews were a mess. The players were beat and tired, no amount of coercing could get them to be camera ready. Some of the other managers had to cancel their interview. Not a good look for the team.
Sae was compliant, he never did to much, just the bare minimum with these interviews.
āSae Itoshi you played great out there! Whatāre your plans after the game?ā
He sat on the chair, micās and lights surrounded him.
āGet dinner with my manager.ā
You were watching, like always, and couldnāt help but drag your palm across your face.
āHe canāt be a little bit more discrete?ā
ā
Dinner is quiet.
Private room. Low lights. Carefully curated meal.
You slide his plate toward him.
āCarb ratio adjusted for match intensity. Sodiumās slightly higher too,ā you explain. āYouāll like it.ā
He takes a bite.
Then another.
āā¦Itās good.ā
You smile.
Dessert comes last. A serving of sorbet in an ornate bowl.
He holds the spoon in one hand and looks at the dish, then staring back up at you.
You chuckle. āItās really good.ā
He shakes his head once. āIt tastes like-ā
āI know.ā
Ice cream from his childhood. The one he used to share with Rin. Albeit reformulated. Cleaner sugars, but still nostalgic.
He loved getting dinner with his manager.
ā
Later, in the hotel room, the world finally fades.
No cameras, no press. Just you and him.
Sae loosens the top two buttons on his shirt, watching you from across the room.
āThey think I take you for granted,ā he says suddenly.
You hum. āWho?ā
āMy team.ā
You walk over, straightening his collar, fingers brushing the necklace.
āI know the truth.ā
His hand catches your wrist, firm with callouses, and warm.
And when he pulls you in, when his forehead rests against yours, the press nightmare melts into something softer.
āYouāre my luck,ā he murmurs.
You smile, bright, deadly, and kind.
āAnd you,ā you whisper back, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, āare very manageable.ā
NOTE: I was planning on a short one but this actually became a bit of a monster. I just think hybrids are so cutesy. Also this has been collecting dust in my drafts for so long so Iām glad I can finally post it š lmk if theirs an interest in more parts (or more charactersā¦)
The "Second Chance Foundation" was a high-end, end-of-life care organization for rescued hybrids, creatures who had been chewed up and spat out by the darkest corners of the world.
Being well-off meant you had the resources to provide a luxurious, peaceful retirement for a hybrid in need. You had come today simply hoping to give comfort to a soul that needed it, and becuase living by yourself has started to get a bit lonely.
Most rooms held elderly canine hybrids snoozing in the sun, or gentle feline hybrids who offered soft, melancholic blinks as you passed.
Then, you reached the isolation corridor at the very end.
The plaque on the heavy, reinforced door read Stall 10: RIN.
Unlike the cozy, nested spaces of the other residents, the scene behind the reinforced glass of Stall 10 was a disaster zone. The Plush blankets, the kind meant to soothe aching joints, had been shredded into useless, fluffy confetti. The heavy wooden enrichment blocks were splintered, clawed to absolute ruin.
In the furthest, darkest corner of the room sat the culprit.
He was a rare breed of hybrid, feline, sleek, and dangerously large. His midnight-teal hair fell over sharp, hooded eyes that gleamed, he was clearly defensive. Two dark, tufted ears were pinned flat against his head. A long, ringed tail lashed rhythmically against the floor, a ticking time bomb of agitation.
But the most striking, heartbreaking detail was his face. Or what was on it.
A heavy, leather-and-wire muzzle was strapped securely over his jaw, forcing his mouth shut.
"Ah, you're looking at Rin," a soft voice spoke up. You turned to see a tired-looking staff attendant carrying a clipboard, a sympathetic look on their face.
"What happened in there?" you asked quietly, gesturing to the ruined bedding.
The attendant sighed, flipping through some kind of files.
"Heās a very rare, incredibly volatile predator species. We rescued him from an underground fighting ring called 'Blue Lock.' It was a brutal place, hybrids were forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. Rin was one of their top performers. He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae."
You blinked, surprised. "Sae? The one who was adopted by Shidoā I mean football player last month?"
"The very same," the attendant nodded. "But while Sae adapted quickly and learned to manipulateāer, navigate āhuman society to get what he wanted, Rin hasnāt been showing the same aptitude. He went the opposite direction. Heās completely closed himself off. Weāre thinking it was the fighting rink, and when Sae left, Rin's issues turned into pure aggression. He destroys every comfort we give him, and he refuses to eat unless left entirely alone."
You looked back through the glass. Rin hadn't broken eye contact with you. He looked miserable, furious, and terribly lonely, trapped behind a barrier and a muzzle.
"Can I go inside?" you asked, turning back to the attendant. "Just to sit with him for a moment?"
The attendantās eyes widened, and they immediately shook their head, stepping between you and the door.
"Absolutely not. I'm sorry, but we have to decline that request. Usually, we encourage adopters to interact directly with the hybrids, but Rin is a special exception. Heās muzzled for a reason. Heās incredibly dangerous, and the moment that door opens, he will lung to kill. I'm afraid he's just... unadoptable."
Through the glass, as if he knew exactly what the human was saying about him, Rin bared his teeth behind the wire mesh of his muzzle, letting out a low, vibrating growl that shook the windowpane.
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Despite the attendantās grim warning, you couldnāt get Rin out of your head. For the next three days, you returned to the Second Chance Foundation at the exact same hour. The staff still wouldnāt let you inside his stall, but you simply brought a comfortable cushion, sat right on the linoleum floor outside Stall 10, and worked on your tablet or read a book, keeping him quiet company.
At first, Rin ignored you, keeping his back turned and his tufted ears pinned flat. By the second day, he was watching you from his corner. By the third day, the low, hostile growls had subsided into a tense, wary silence. He was still a tense coiled spring, but he was no longer treating you like an immediate threat.
On the fourth morning, you arrived to find the isolation corridor thick with a heavy, suffocating tension. The staff attendant who had first spoken to you was standing outside Rin's door, looking pale and holding a specialized sedative pole.
"What's going on?" you asked, a sudden knot forming in your stomach.
The attendant looked at you, a mixture of guilt and exhaustion in their eyes. "I'm sorry Miss. It's Rin's monthly evaluation. Under sanctuary guidelines, if a high-risk hybrid shows zero signs of rehabilitation or behavioral improvement within their term, and poses a continuous lethal threat to staff... they have to be humanely put down. His time is up today."
Inside the room, Rin seemed to sense the shifting energy. He was on his feet, his long tail lashing violently, his chest heaving behind the leather straps of his muzzle as he stared at the sedation equipment. He looked terrified, masked by a desperate, feral rage. He knew what was coming.
"No you canāt," you said firmly, stepping between the attendant and the door. "He isn't unadoptable. He just needs a reason to stop being like this. Let me take him."
"We can't justā"
"I have the financial resources, I have a secure estate, and I have the time," you interrupted, your voice leaving no room for argument. "If he stays here, he dies. If he comes with me, he has a chance. Give me the paperwork."
The attendant hesitated, looking from your determined expression to the, hybrid pacing behind the glass. With a heavy sigh, they lowered the sedative pole. "You'll have to sign a full liability waiver. If he hurts you, the foundation is not responsible."
"Bring it.ā
The legal process was a blur of warnings and frantic signing. The staff reluctantly processed the adoption papers, treating the transaction more like anything but a standard pet adoption.
"Listen to me carefully," the attendant said, handing you the keys to a heavy-duty transport crate after you signed the final page. "Because of his history in Blue Lock, sudden changes will trigger his fight-or-flight reflex. You must move him into his new environment slowly. Keep him in a secure, isolated room of your house first. Do not try to take the muzzle off until he willingly lets you approach, or he will take your hand off. Let him realize he's safe on his own terms."
A few minutes later, three heavily armored handlers managed to guide a sedated, but still weakly snapping Rin into the secure transport vehicle. As the doors locked, you looked through the small grated window of the crate. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, glaring up at you with a heartbreaking look. He thought he was being taken to another fighting ring, or worse, his execution.
You took a deep breath, putting the car in drive. "Hang in there, Rin," you whispered to the rearview mirror. āIām taking you home.ā
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The drive home was quiet, save for the low, drug-induced rumbles echoing from the transport crate in the back. Once home, it took the handlers nearly an hour of meticulous coordination to transfer Rin into his new room. Youād chosen a spacious, sunlit guest room on the ground floor, entirely retrofitted for his arrival.
Every piece of furniture was heavy and rounded, devoid of sharp edges or glass. The closet was fully stocked with soft, oversized loungewear, and the walls were decorated in calming, neutral tones. But most importantly, before the handlers left, you had insisted on one modification. You couldn't legally remove his restraint yet, but you absolutely refused to let him wear that barbaric, rusty wire contraption from the sanctuary.
A few hours later, the heavy silence of the room broke.
Rin stirred, his long, ringed tail twitching before his eyes snapped open. The sedative had finally worn off. Instantly, he scrambled backward into the corner of the room, his back hitting the wall as his ears pinned flat against his midnight-teal hair. His chest heaved as he took in his surroundings, the carpets, the space, and the lack of iron bars.
Then, his claws flew to his face.
His fingers brushed against lightweight, breathable silicone and padded leather. It was a different muzzle, one that didn't pinch his skin, giving him just enough room to breathe comfortably, though his jaw was still securely bound.
Hearing his frantic movements, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Rin instantly went rigid. A low, vibrating snarl rumbled in his chest, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Hey," you said softly, staying right by the doorway. In your hands, you were clumsily clutching a thick binderāthe Advanced Apex Hybrid Care Guideāand you were flipping through the pages so rapidly that a few loose sheets almost fluttered to the floor.
You looked down at the book, squinting, then looked up at him, attempting to follow the "Hostile Introduction" protocol. You lowered your shoulders, averted your eyes slightly to appear non-threatening, and took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Okay, let's see..." you mumbled to yourself, clearing your throat. You looked back at Rin. "Um. How does the new muzzle feel? Is it okay?"
Rin didn't move an inch, his gaze locked on you like a hawk tracking prey.
You offered a small, melancholic smile, gesturing faintly to his face. "I really wished I could have just taken it off completely. I asked them, but... the foundation rules are strict, and they wouldn't let me leave without it. The most they'd let me do was buy a more comfortable one from their medical store. I hope it's at least better than the last one."
Silence. Rin didn't reply, his jaw locked tight beneath the silicone strap, his tail continuing its angry, rhythmic slap against the floor.
Accepting that this would be a slow process, you didn't push any further.
You brought a soft cushion over to the furthest corner of the room, well out of his striking range, and sat down. You spent the entire afternoon right there. You read through the guidebook, occasionally trying to interact with him by rolling a soft enrichment ball across the carpet or speaking in a calm, ambient monologue about your day, but Rin remained a frozen statue, tracking your every breath.
When evening fell, you left the room briefly and returned with a heavy ceramic plate. The sanctuary had given you his specific dietary requirements, premium raw carnivore cuts that cost a small fortune, completely different from the cheap, generic mush he'd been fed at the fighting rink.
You set the plate down halfway between you and his corner, sliding it forward before backing away to your spot by the door.
Rin looked at the food, his nostrils flaring as the rich, scent hit him. His stomach gave an audible, betraying growl. Yet, he didn't budge. He glared at you, refusing to lower his guard or show vulnerability by eating in front of a human.
Seeing his hesitation, you flipped through the care guide once more, your eyes scanning the text. 'Rule 4: Do not hover during feeding. Fear-aggressive hybrids view observation as a threat of theft.'
"Right, got it," you murmured. You closed the binder and gripped the doorknob, giving Rin a warm, encouraging look. "I'm going to leave you alone to eat. Eat up and get strong again, okay? Once you're comfortable, we can finally go outside. I have a big backyard, and there's a really quiet park down the road we can visit."
With that, you stepped out and softly clicked the door shut behind you.
Left in total isolation, Rin waited for three full minutes, listening closely to ensure your footsteps had faded down the hall. Only then did he creep forward, his movements silent. He approached the plate cautiously, sniffing it before taking a tentative bite.
It was, without a doubt, the best thing he had ever tasted. The meat was fresh, tender, satisfying a deep, primal hunger he hadn't realized he had. He devoured the meal in a matter of minutes, licking the thing entirely clean.
Full, warm, and exhausted from the residual sedation, Rin dragged his long heavy limbs over to the massive, King-sized bed in the center of the room. He hesitated, clawing at the thick duvet as if expecting it to trap him, but as he gingerly climbed on top, the sheer, cloud-like softness of the mattress enveloped him.
He curled into a tight ball, his tufted ears finally relaxing just a fraction. As his eyelids grew heavy and sleep began to pull him under, his last lingering thought was of you, your clumsy guidebook, and your soft voice.
What a weird human, Rin thought faintly, burying his muzzle into the plush fabric. Stupidly lukewarm.
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Weeks bled into a steady, comfortable routine.
Every morning, you would enter his room with the care guide tucked under your arm, more out of habit now than actual necessity, and every morning, Rin would watch you with those sharp, midnight-teal eyes. But the lethal tension in his shoulders was gone. His long, ringed tail no longer lashed against the floor in anger; instead, it twitched with a subtle, curious rhythm.
Slowly but surely, the distance between you shrunk. First it was a few inches, then a few feet, until finally, Rin allowed you to sit on the opposite side of the same rug while he ate. He no longer waited for you to leave the room, though he still kept his ears angled toward you, monitoring your movements as he neatly finished his meal. (Which you found that he liked to stay neat.)
Because of this immense progress, you were able to periodically unbuckle the silicone muzzle throughout the day, giving his jaw a much-needed rest. Without the restraint, he looked just like a normal human, striking looks, with long, eyelashes and a sharp jawline, save for the dark, velvety cat ears poking through his hair and the tail brushing against his ankles.
With his trust growing, you opened the bedroom door for good, happily letting him wander the rest of the house.
Watching Rin explore his new surroundings became your absolute favorite pastime. He was a creature of curiosity.
He would glide through the hallways in complete silence, pausing occasionally to investigate the texture of the heavy velvet curtains or staring intently at the swirling patterns of a marble countertop.
Sometimes, youād find him perched precariously on the wide back of the living room sofa, his sharp eyes tracking the birds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tufted ears twitching at every distant chirp.
Whenever he caught you watching him, he would immediately stiffen, huffing a quiet, "Lukewarm" under his breath before turning his head away. But he never ran back to his room.
Yet, despite all this incredible progress, a firm, invisible boundary remained.
You had desperately, sadly, wanted to pet him. On multiple occasions, when he was sitting close by or looking particularly relaxed after a meal, you would slowly, predictably raise your hand, keeping it entirely in his line of sight so as not to startle him.
The moment your fingers drifted anywhere near his hair, Rin would freeze. His ears would instantly pin flat against his skull, and his gaze would harden into a glare that practically screamed āDon't touch me.ā He wouldn't bite or growl anymore, but the wall he built around himself was loud and clear.
Sighing softly, you would always lower your hand, giving him an understanding smile instead.
He would track your retreating hand, his expression unreadable, before returning to whatever he was doing. He was letting you into his space, letting you feed him, and even letting you see his face uncovered, but his hair was a fortress you hadn't quite conquered just yet.
ā
As the weeks drifted into months, the usually empty house began to feel like a home. The heavy silence between you fractured, replaced by small, fragmented conversations. Rin wasnāt much of a talker, usually offering blunt, one-word answers or a dismissive click of his tongue, but he was communicating. And for a hybrid who had completely closed himself off from the world, that was a massive victory.
Being able to leave him home alone was a huge relief, especially since your responsibilities meant you still had to go to the office. To make up for your absence, you made it a point to bring him something new to mess around with almost every single day.
You tried puzzle feeders, expensive chew toys, and laser gadgets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the standard leather football you brought home on a whim. The moment you dropped it on the floor, his tufted ears shot straight up. It turned out to be a double-edged sword; his predatory instincts and athletic talent from Blue Lock meant he destroyed the ball within days, shredding the leather with his claws during intense indoor drills you saw him doing.
Youād already had to replace it twice, but seeing the faint, rare spark of genuine excitement in his eyes made every penny worth it.
Evenings became your shared territory. Rin started joining you in the living room for movies. He still kept his distance, either sitting on the floor right next to your legs or claimining the exact opposite end of the couch, his long tail draped over the cushions.
For most of the films you picked, he was only half-listening. His ears would track the audio lazily, and it was entirely obvious he only stayed because you kept a steady supply of dried meat snacks right next to him.
But everything changed the night you accidentally queued up a thriller. The moment the tense, eerie music swelled and the screen darkened, Rin went completely alert. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened, and he became absolutely engrossed in the plot. That revelation led you to start buying horror mangas and novels, which youād often find him quietly flipping through in the afternoons, completely absorbed in the macabre stories.
Then came a grueling Tuesday. A massive project at work ran entirely over schedule, forcing you to stay in the office for hours of overtime. By the time you finally unlocked your front door, it was well past midnight. You stepped into the dark foyer, exhausted to your bones, fully expecting Rin to be dead to the world in his own plush bed.
Instead, your heart completely melted.
There, curled up on the hard floor right by the entrance, was Rin. His dark teal ears were twitching slightly in his sleep, and his tail was tucked securely around his legs. He had waited for you. He had stayed right by the door all day, listening for your car, until exhaustion finally claimed him.
Not wanting to startle him into a defensive reflex, you kept your distance and gently called out his name. "Rin... Hey, Rin. I'm home. Come on, go to bed, it's freezing here."
He didn't budge, only letting out a soft, groggy huff into his shoulder.
Deciding to give him a moment to wake up on his own, you quietly slipped past him to get ready for bed. You washed your face, changed into your pajamas, and walked back out to the foyer to check on himābut the space by the door was empty. Assuming he had finally taken your advice and retreated to his own room, you smiled softly, headed into your master bedroom, and collapsed onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep within minutes.
An hour later, the door to your bedroom silently creaked open.
Rin stood in the doorway, looking slightly groggy and thoroughly annoyed from being awoken by the cold draft in the hall.
He had grown so used to your presence over the last few weeks that your sudden, extended absence today had left a strange, irritating ache in his chest. He hated it when you came home so late. It made him feel the phantom weight of that old cage.
He padded across the room with quiet steps, stopping right at the edge of your mattress. For a long, quiet minute, he just stood there in the moonlight, staring down at your peaceful, sleeping face.
Finally, with a soft, defeated sigh, he climbed onto the bed. He took up more space than he wanted to, carefully trying to tuck himself into the empty spot right beside you. He pulled the heavy duvet over his shoulders, his dark ears relaxing as the familiar, comforting scent of your laundry detergent and shampoo enveloped him.
Lying there in the dark, Rin looked down at your hand resting open on the pillow. He hesitated for just a second before leaning forward, gently pressing the crown of his head against your palm. He nuzzled into your touch, his soft, midnight-teal hair brushing against your skin as a low, rare purr vibrated in his chest.
It was the exact, affectionate gesture you had been patiently waiting months for.
It was just a terrible, heartbreaking shame that you were such a heavy sleeper.
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> Where you just have a little sleepover with them ^^ !
Fluff + Crack | Chatfic | 2.6K words | Part 1
"Haha! Catch!" Lorenzo's yell filled the room as he threw a bag of chips at Bunny, which occured a big mess on the floor. Which aimed at a certain blonde.
And he was not happy about it.
"Oh myāwill you stop making a mess?" Kaiser irritatedly snarled out before patting off some leftovers chips on his now stained shirt.
"Oops! Sorry! We're just tryin to enjoy, chill!" Lorenzo then added, "Have fun a little Micha! Get loose! You're still not over that Yoichi Guy?"
"I gotta admit, he did cook you up last NEL arc. Not to mention the fact that he called you a clownā" Bunny smiled.
The blonde turned his head at the mention of Isagi, anger flaring up again. "DON'T mention his name. Or I swear I'll break both of your necksā"
Meanwhile, Sae was in the bathroom, doing some of his daily skincare. Probably to escape these type of situations. And stains.
Loki was watching the scene unfold before him, sighing in exhaustion. He was the youngest in the group and yet he wonders why he looks like a supervisor. Wondering how the room they were supposed to sleep in became to look like war had broke out.
Hugo is reading a book, as always. He was in the corner of the bed. Ignoring the things happening around him and focusing on what he was doing. Flipping a page here and there.
You took a peek from afar, and it was blank.
Taking in a sigh, you were exhausted. Dodging every item that Lorenzo accidentally threw your way.
Another fact is that you just got back from work.
The ache in your back is still there from the unusual and unhealthy position you stayed in while typing away in your computer.
So you might be wondering, how did you get yourself in this type of situation? Was it because you had agreed to be on a sleepover with themā
Which inlcuded Kaiser, Bunny, Loki, Hugo, Sae, and Lorenzo.
You knew that even a night with them wouldn't be normal. I mean, they were the new gen 11's? You expect the worst.
So how?
Well, it all started with a chat.
ā” 2 Days Ago / 4:20AM.
NG11'S + MANAGER
Homelorenz:
WAZZUPP YALLL!!!!
RIAE AND SHIENEBDBDHW š„³š„³
I HAVE TO TELL YALL SMTH!!
WAKE UP @everyone
(Sent 4:23AM)
Emperoror:
Wtf lorenz it's like 4:30AM??
Get some sleep.
Your messages made my phone ring loud notifcs
(Read by Homelorenz | 4:28AM)
Homelorenz:
I PROMISE THIS IS IMPORTANT š„ŗ
PLESS JS WAKE UP EVERYONNENENEHSBBS
@Everyone
@everyone
(Read by Emperoror | 4:31AM)
Emperoror:
Cant it wait till morning???
Everyone is probably asleep and YOU should be too.
(Read by Homelorenz | 4:33AM)
Homelorenz:
IT'S JS SO EXCITING AND I COULDN'T SLEEP THINKING ABT IT š
PLEASE JS HEAR ME OUTR!!! S
(Read by Emperoror | 4:35AM)
Emperoror:
Last time we tried one of your 'ideas' one of us got bit by a snake
And the other got a broken ankle
(Read by Homelorenz | 4:36AM)
Homelorenz:
Well it was a hiking trip yk..
Besides, bunny and Loki were fine cuz they got treated after right?
(Read by Emperoror | 4:40AM)
Emperoror:
BARELY??
WE LITERALLY HAD TO HIKE UP A ROCKY MOUNTAIN AND U TOLD US IT WAS A TOUR NOT A HIKING TRIP???
(Read by Homelorenz | 4:43AM)
Homelorenz:
OK BUT I PROMISE ILL BE FR THIS TIEM
IT'S NOT DANGEROUS
AND IT'S NOT OUT IN THE NATURE
(Read by Emperoror + 1 | 4:45AM)
Bunš°:
I js woke up from the notifications
E? What is it this time?
(Read by Homelorenz + 1 | 4:50AM)
Homelorenz:
BUNNNY UR AWAKE EEYYEYEYE
ring the others awake
I HAVE SMTH SUPER EXCITING TO TELL YALL
@everyone
(Read by Bunš°+ 2 | 4:53AM)
Saegull:
Why TF is my phone ringing 30+ notifications at 5AM in the morning?
(Read by Homelorenz + 2 | 4:55AM)
Homelorenz:
SAEEEEEE
YES EVERYONE'S ALMOST AWAKE NOW
@everyone
(Read by Saegull + 2 | 4:57AM)
Emperoror:
Is it actually ur mission to wake everyone at 5 in the morning now?
Iam going back to sleep
(Read by Saegull + 2 | 4:59AM)
Bunš°:
Yeah it is pretty early for an announcement yk Lorenzo?
Why don't u js tell us later when everyone is fully awake?
This is a really random idea i had while taking a big dump, so basically its a fic about isagi from bllk (hes still a famous football player and stuff) and he a a f!reader childhood freind gf but the story takes place in jjk and basically he was getting targeted by mahito and f!reader comes to save him and stuff (he didn't knew abt curses and sorcerers and stuff so he was worried and kinda amazed) i hope you have a awesome day!!
WOAHHH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA
ON ITS WAY š«”
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