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"What are you doing up?" Sae asked as he walked into the house.

He hung up his jersey and dropped his bag neatly on the bench where it always stayed.

Whenever you couldn't attend his matches, you'd do the best you could to stay up and wait for him to come home, something that made his heart clench due to how much he loved you and worry for your health.

"Sae!" You said excitedly, albeit sleepily, "you played so well today!" You loved it when he came home after matches. His skin was soft from his post match shower, he was calmer than usual likely due to exhaustion and a lot more clingy.

He caught you in his arms and squeezed you tightly, "thank you love." Seizing the opportunity, he picked you up bridal style, shut off the TV and carried you to the bedroom.

You couldn't complain.

You were tired and he smelled like whatever expensive body wash his team kept in their locker room.

As the two of you laid in bed Sae pulled you on top of his chest then rubbed your back soothingly.

“What did I do to deserve a perfect girl like you, hm?”

Surprising to no one, you fell asleep within minutes putting a soft smile to his face.

“We’ll celebrate later, yeah?”

The first thing Michael Kaiser noticed about you was that you were impossible to read.

As the assistant of Bastard München's manager, you carry clipboards, schedules, medical reports and enough patience to survive an entire team of football players with inflated egos.

Especially one particular striker.

"Kaiser, media room. Five minutes."

Your voice is calm.

Kaiser looks up from the bench, flashing his signature grin.

"Aw, already missing me? You could've just said so."

"...Your interview starts in five minutes."

Kaiser clicks his tongue dramatically.

"Tough."

You simply walk away without another word.

"...She really doesn't like you," Isagi mutters.

Kaiser scoffs.

"Impossible."

"She doesn't react to anything you do."

"That's because," Kaiser stands, smoothing his hair back with practiced elegance, "she's intimidated."

Over the following weeks, Kaiser doubles his efforts.

He starts by greeting you every morning with, "Good morning, beautiful."

And you merely reply with, "Training starts in twelve minutes."

"...You're killing me."

"Not my job description."

Even Ness has started laughing at Kaiser's repeated failures.

"You've been rejected thirty-two times."

"I haven't been rejected. I am simply... playing the long game."

Then... one afternoon, after training, the floor near the equipment room has just been mopped, you round the corner while carrying several folders.

And of course, your foot slips.

Everything happened at once. The folders flew into the air. And just before you hit the floor—

An arm wraps securely around your waist.

"...Careful."

Kaiser's voice. Close, very close.

Your eyes meet, his face was only inches away.

Your heartbeat stops.

Then explodes and your entire face turns bright red. And also a tiny squeak actually escapes your mouth.

You slap both hands over your lips.

Kaiser freezes.

"...You squeaked."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I refuse to acknowledge it."

Your ears are scarlet.

You gently push yourself away from him before crouching to gather the papers as if absolutely nothing has happened.

"I appreciate your assistance."

Your voice is still composed, but your face absolutely isn't.

Kaiser remains standing there as the slowest, cockiest grin spreads across his face.

From that day onward, Michael Kaiser becomes unbearable.

Kaiser starts walking around the training camp like he has won the Champions League.

You, meanwhile, are pretending none of it has happened.

Which only inflates his ego further.

But then reality punch him in the face.

Because Kurona suddenly skips over and cheerfully pokes your cheek.

You jump and your face explodes into another blush.

"S-sorry—"

Kurona smiles.

"You're so easy to surprise."

And then he skips away.

Kaiser slowly turns toward Ness.

"...What."

Ness looks at him, then looked at you, then back at Kaiser.

"...I don't think you're special."

Surely not because five minutes later Isagi accidentally brushes your hand while taking a stack of documents.

"Oh, sorry."

Another blush, another tiny squeak, another awkward apology from you.

Kaiser stares as his eye twitches.

PThe following hours only make it worse.

Raichi pats your shoulder? Blush.

Yukimiya thanks you and lightly squeeze your hand? Blush.

Hiori fixes a loose strand of your hair because it had gotten caught in your ID badge? Your soul nearly leaves your body.

Kaiser finally snaps.

"What exactly is wrong with you?"

You blink. "...Excuse me?"

"You blush at everyone."

You frown thoughtfully. "...Oh."

"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"

You look surprisingly embarrassed. "I don't mean to."

"You literally turned red because Isagi handed you a pen."

"...His hands are nice."

"...His WHAT?"

You realize what you have admitted.

"I... I appreciate aesthetically pleasing physiques."

"What?"

You sigh.

"I simply... like looking. Admiring the view."

Kaiser stares.

You continue speaking in the same calm tone one would use while discussing the weather.

"I enjoy admiring well-built shoulders, defined forearms, hands, collarbones, back muscles. But I'm very professional."

"You just listed half the male anatomy."

"I keep those thoughts to myself."

"You literally just told me."

"Because you asked."

Kaiser finally realises that you weren't blushing because of him. You admire everyone.

And the realization physically wounds his pride.

The next morning he walks into training looking personally betrayed by the universe.

Ness raises an eyebrow.

"You look awful."

"...She likes muscles."

"...You have muscles."

"...She likes everyone's muscles and this is unacceptable."

Ness immediately recognizeds that tone.

"I refuse to lose."

Kaiser watches you from across the field.

You are writing something on your clipboard with your usual impassive expression, completely unaware of the crisis unfolding inside Germany's greatest narcissist.

His eyes narrows.

"So..." A slow grin returns to his face. "If she appreciates beautiful men... Then I'll simply become the most beautiful man she wants to admire."

Across the field, you happen to glance up just as Kaiser pulls his shirt over his head after training.

For exactly one second, your face instantly heats. Then you quietly look back down at your clipboard.

"...Stay professional." You whispered to yourself. "...Please stay professional."

Unfortunately for you, Michael Kaiser saw that.

And the triumphant grin stretching across his face can probably be seen from space.

"Oh?" He laughs to himself. "So I still have a chance."

The competition has never officially existed. But in Michael Kaiser's mind—

He has already declared himself as your future favorite soccer player and he's not gonna back down ever.

✧˖*summary: texting your boyfriend "what if we broke up" to get a reaction out of him

✧˖*characters: sae, kaiser, hugo, loki, charles, reo, shidou, nagi, isagi, rin, bachira, chigiri, ness, yukki, bunny, yukimiya, lorenzo, karasu, otoya

✧˖*content: crack, fluff (ig), ooc, light cursing, implied fem reader, top text lore lol, shidou, milo manheim mention in lorenzo, mentions of sui in bunny's, harry potter reference in kainess

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he said he didn't care, he didn't. until he met you. well, paid more attention to you- noticed you.

you were looking outside the window when he played during his break, he doesn't think you noticed them but he sees you. the way your hair falls on your face, and the way you're not paying attention in class just to watch them play outside.

you two first talked to each other after he found you cleaning his classroom alone during dismissal, one of the punishments for not paying attention in class. he decided to help, of course. the person who might have caught his eye and him possibly having a moment together, he shouldn't miss the chance.

after the long time his teammates/friends keep pestering him, rin finally downloaded instagram that night. the first person he searched for was you. could you have been on this app too? your account was the first one to pop up when he searched your name. he looked through your posts to see what kind of person you were, but while scrolling, he accidentally pressed the follow button. minutes later, he decided that it doesn't matter, it's not like it's going to be a bad thing to follow you.

following the first interaction you two had, if he saw you look out the window, he would wave at you when he could. his eyes glancing every now and then to see if you paid attention to the game.

the next time you talk again was at the school taps. you were filling up your water bottle and he went to the tap beside you. he had just finished soccer practice. so naturally, his water bottle would be empty too.

"hey you," you said to him.

he replied back with a, "hey you, too."

the interaction isn't the most romantic per se, but he still appreciated every moment. a few seconds of silence later, he gathered up the courage to ask for your number. the texts you two sent were mostly about school and life, stereotypical small talk. even so, it would still make him smile, or for rin, a small curve on the corner of his mouth. subtle, but not subtle enough for his teammates not to notice. one of them took his phone to look what he could possibly be smiling about.

"rin why are you smiling over a text that asks if you liked the weather today?" the teammate asked. their shenanigans didn't stop there though, they typed out a, 'do you want to go on a date with me this saturday?' but before it could be sent, rin took his phone back. and somehow, his fingers landed exactly on the send button. unfortunetly lucky for him, you saw the message right after it was sent.

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you didn't know if rin meant it was a serious date or a casual friends hang out date. you two planning to go to an amusement park doesn't really help with knowing which it is.

there would be no reason for you two to hang out. you didn't talk that much outside of texts. and yet, facts don't distract from hope. when you got to the entrance, rin was already waiting there and had two tickets in his hands.

most of the rides were awkward, not scary enough to scream. the last ride you two decided to go on was the scariest looking, you hoped it didn't disappoint.

when the train was almost at the peak of the roller coaster, it started going backwards, which made you two scream. rin tried to grab on to the lap bar, and instead of holding on the bar, he grabbed on your hand. not that you complained. when the ride finished, both of you laughed when you looked at each other.

"you know, i didn't expect myself to have fun today," you started. you two were now walking beside each other, ready to go home. rin held on the bag stap close to his chest. "did you?" he paused for a second. "have fun, i mean. did you have fun?"

you stopped to look at him. "yeah, i had a lot of fun." the sound of fireworks made you turn your heads to the sky. the colorful flashes from the fireworks which complimented the warm sunset made your day feel ever more memorable.

you take your phone out. "wait! rin, selfie," your screen showed the two of you together with roller coasters and the fireworks in the background, then you took the photo.

when rin got home, you had sent him all the photos you took on the hang-out-also-date date you had today. then he saw a new notification pop up on his phone.

📷 follow request y/n (its_yn) requested to follow you.

i was trying my best not to use the same words like over and over again. crying. also it made sense to me that rin has a priv acc while reader doesn't for the story. im sorry if it's not 100% like what you would do ☹️ @rashimen come here

i want an ipad so bad it aint even funny😔💔

Synopsis: Itoshi Sae is famous for two things: him being a great football player and his permanent, RBF. And the media wants to know all about Itoshi Sae famous resting face.

Notes: absolutely crack…idk what I’m doing…

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Sae Itoshi quote on quote, “Japan’s National Treasure.” Was dealing with another interview today.

And the media had many questions for Japan’s football prodigy. But unfortunately…none of them were about football.

Itoshi Sae sat at the center of the press conference table, one elbow resting lazily on the armrest while his chin balanced against his hand.

His expression, as always, looked like someone had personally inconvenienced him by just existing near him—the media’s words, not his.

Truthfully, he was just tired and dealing with pesky press conferences since they are so exhausting to deal with.

If he had a choice, he’d already be back home taking another nap or watching match footage and analyzing statistics.

But he was right here, listening to professional journalists discuss—his face.

“What’s even wrong with it?”

Sae just sighed internally, wanting to move on, he would walk out if he could, but that damn manager has been onto him begging for him to at-least finish the interview rather than walking out.

“Itoshi-san!”A reporter nearly launched himself out of his chair.

“Would you mind commenting on the viral clip currently trending online?”

“What clip?” He questioned the reporter,raising his eyebrow.

“The one where a drone flew past you during training.”

“The video had accumulated over forty million views.”

One eyebrow lifted, while hid eyes narrowed, he was genuinely… deeply confused

“But, why ?” he asked the reporter , his voice being flat as ever.

If he remembered that day, nothing noteworthy had happened. A drone had flown too close during training and it was the associatation for some advertisement promo and he just looked at it.

That was all.

So why did forty million people, decide to watch him do something so ordinary was a beyond his understanding.

His gaze slowly swept across the room, silently searching for someone—anyone—to explain why simply looking at a drone had somehow become something people wanted to watch for entertainment.

The reporters just stared back, holding their breath, and they were sweating just to avoid his gaze.

The confusion lingered for five seconds before it settled back into the usual unreadable expression that he wore.

He dropped his gaze back down to the microphone in front of him, entirely checked out of the conversation.“People really watch anything.”

Every reporter including the manager blinked.

And The reporter hesitated to answer.

“People just really liked your expression.”

“My expression.”

“Yes.”

Sae stared at him.

“I was just looking at the drone.”

“Yes! Exactly!” The reporter smiled chuckling to himself. “People are very curious about your ‘RBF’ , it went popular, there are many compilations of it.”

“Did you know about it?”

“I did not.”

“Well…the hashtag #SaeLooksDone is currently number one worldwide on the internet.”

Then another reporter shot a question.

“How do you feel about fans saying your stare could make someone kneel six hundred times at their ancestors’ graves?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“People are also wondering if you’ve ever looked happy.”

“I’m happy, I just smile with my heart.” Sae replied—because that was indeed the truth.

Leaving the reporters in the room glance at each other.

Then a third reporter raised her hand.

“There’s a rumor that you haven’t smiled in public for years. Is that true?”

“No.”

“When was the last time then, Mr. Itoshi?”

Sae actually thought about it. “…Probably…”

The room leaned forward. “…Next question.”

Every keyboard in the room erupted into frantic typing.

Writing down : “Itoshi Sae does not remember when was the last time we smiled in public, maybe in his life.”

The poor PR manager looked moments away from filing his resignation by not wanting to deal with Sae Itoshi publicity.

“Itoshi-san!” Another hand shot into the air.

“People are saying your face never changes—would you say that is not true?”

“That is not true because my face does change.”

“Could you please, demonstrate?”

Then silence filled the room, Sae just blinked once. then another blink. he just blinked two times.

“There.” And The reporters collectively froze. Even the cameras stopped flashing.

“Was that it?” One of the reporter’s questioned, sweating whether he will be fine asking that question.

“Yes.”

Then someone accidentally snorted in the back row. Making Sae slowly turned his head toward the sound.

The person immediately shut up.

Another journalist nervously adjusted his glasses.

“So… would you say you have… um… resting… you know…”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

“I have a face.”

Making the reporter who was already nervous just stare at him.

“I also don’t understand that question.”

His manager desperately tried to regain control, “Perhaps we should move back to football—”

“No.”

And every head turned.

“I don’t mind.”

Sae looked around the room with genuine curiosity. “This is entertaining, so go on, talk more.”

The reporters all collectively nodded along .

“I’d also like to know why we’re discussing my face.”

For forty painfully long minutes later, the conference finally ended. And the whole entire time was spent talking about his own face.

The moment Sae climbed into the waiting car, he pulled out his phone.

Twenty -seven unread messages.

NOTIFICATIONS: Julian Loki

mon ami

congratulations

your face has gone viral again

NOTIFICATIONS :Michael Kaiser

this you? 😐

fucking bum.

NOTIFICATIONS : Luna

Someone made a six-hour YouTube compilation of you looking disappointed, lol.

NOTIFICATIONS: Oliver Aiku

“There it changed" bro you cannot just blink twice and call it a demonstration

NOTIFICATIONS: number not saved (Bunny)

I think you looked great!

NOTIFICATIONS : Ryusei Shidou

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

CHECK THE EDIT’S I SENT YOU.

NOW.

He regret listening to him, he shouldn’t have opened it at all. Against his better judgment, Sae tapped it. The video had over ten million likes. The creator’s pinned comment sat at the top of the screen in frantic capital letters : “OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE LIKES I’M LITERALLY SOBBING.”

Sae stared at it for a second before pressing play. Unlike the edits his teammates usually sent to mock him, this one was… surprisingly well-made.

It was an edit with the song “Honey” by KARA. It was the complete opposite of the intimidating image people usually associated with him.

The second edit appeared on his screen.

It was footage someone (Luna) had secretly taken on the team bus during a trip through Spain. And Sae was asleep. His head rested against the window,and his hair slightly messy from the ride, the afternoon sunlight spilling across his face.

The editor had slowed the footage down, added tiny white sparkles around him, and added the song “how to pretend” by Lucy Bedroque

“He's so pretty I'm actually crying,” he saw that comment while he was scrolling.

The next edit showed him in Madrid. Where he was standing at a street festival holding a churro, and having a drawn on spain’s flag on his cheek while he was silently chewing while staring off into the distance.

There were more sparkles and little animated hearts floated around his head.

“He looks like the prettiest person alive.”

“He is just three apples tall!”

Then he clicked on another edit. It was during training, and he had absentmindedly pushed his reddish-pink hair away from his face before looking toward the camera for barely a second.

And the comments absolutely immediately exploded across the screen.

@saesbiggestfan: This edit cleared my skin, watered my plants, paid my taxes, and fixed my sleep schedule.

@ohnojamjam: How does someone look this pretty while doing absolutely nothing.

@saeitoshigivemeonechance: I need him to look at me like that at least once.

↳ @bluelocknewseasonwhen: Get out.

↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: No, hear me out, PLEASE

Sae's eyebrow twitched. He certainly didn't understand why millions of people were emotionally invested in a these edits of him.

“…People are strange…,” he muttered, exiting the app.

Immediately, another notification appeared. From Ryusei Shidou had sent a YouTube link. That was another lukewarm mistake that he did.

Sae clicked it.

Title of the video : Ranking Every Itoshi Sae Facial Expression (IMPOSSIBLE) Duration: 8:03

The video opened with overly dramatic, classical music was blasting in the video.

#1 Airport Sae

A frantic reporter accidentally bumped into his shoulder. Sae looked over, giving him a three-degree side-eye. The video frame froze and s red circle appeared and zoom in, into his face.

#2 Interview Sae

The reporter was trying to make a joke while Sae just looked at him deadpanned while the reporter looked like he wanted to bury his head in the sand.

#3 Match Sae

It was a match against Re Al and FC Barcha and the big screen panned onto Sae face and he was just standing there being in his own little world, having the same expression.

#4 Vacation Sae

Another trip the Re Al group took and they were in Seville enjoying their time while Sae was trailing along them and was told to smile so he raised his hands and did a peace sign wearing the same expression.

#5 Eight-Year-Old Sae

A old footage that was dug up by fans and it was an eight year old Sae winning another award and was forced to take a picture and smile, minutes passed and the audio picked up him muttering “lukewarm” while wearing the expression again.

The creator zoomed in on the eyes and mouth, meticulously comparing every single screenshot. And the creator of the video actually legitimately made an actual mathematical graph appeared on screen. “Base on pictures and videos of him Sae Itoshi Facial Expression Consistency: 96.67%”

Sae closed the video and opened the Gen XI group chat,

number not saved (Bunny) : Sae, did you know you got named “El chico japonés guapo de Madrid"

Michael Kaiser: Millions of people think you're pretty and you still look like a bum npc

Lorezno: yoo, Sae bro can I sell your pics?

Vivian Hugo: You look nice

Vivian Hugo sent a picture to the group chat

It was a picture of Sae from a photoshoot, wearing the same expression against a very cute background

Julian Loki: Oh woah, you got kawaified too Sae, just like me!

Teddy: What’s going on?

Sae swiped down to read the Twitter discourse Shidou was sending him bombing his notifications .

@iluvbluelock: This is why he doesn't have forehead wrinkles. His face literally never moves…

(This was completely false, because Sae moisturized every single night and have a skincare routine)

↳ @cantheitoshibrosreunite: this is false! He actually has a daily routine skin care and in an interview he said that he moisturized every single night before sleeping or after games. He even has a morning routine!

@unbench_rinitoshi_pls: Itoshi Sae has two emotions: 😐 and 😐 which is happier but slightly to the left.

@saeitoshiplease_talk_to_rin: posted a meme joking about Sae Itoshi’s permanent resting bitch face, and RE Al Twitter absolutely ran with it. Within minutes, the tweet was flooded with thousands of likes and retweets, turning Japan's national treasure into a viral sensation.

@imaybe_like_bllk : why does sae always look like a corporate employee forced to attend a team-building exercise.

@football_clips: Y'all remember that Madrid festival photo where he looked like he genuinely wanted to not be there ? Fun fact: he was actually having the time of his life.

@ohno_saeis_behind_you: The original interview is somehow even funnier.

The poster posted the clip of the interview

Reporter: "Did you enjoy your time at the festival ?”

Sae: "yes, I’m enjoying my time."

Reporter: "...Then why did you look upset…”

Sae: "I wasn’t, I enjoyed being there and looking forward for more ."

↳ @Ilovesaeitoshi: HE WAS HAPPY. THAT WAS HIS HAPPY FACE.

↳ @Isagi_pleaseshower: LMAO YES HE WAS

@bluelock_is_cool: The day Sae smiles, Japan's economy will increase.

@rinitoshiilyyy: Maybe Rin thought Sae hated him because this is literally just his face.

↳ @rineyelashes: I suddenly understand Rin's entire childhood.

@iwanticecream_rn: Imagine introducing him to your parents.

↳ @Ihave_icecream: IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

@thesaeitoshifan: I’m not kidding, I need him to look at me like that

↳ @whenwill_season_three_come: GET OUT.

↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: I GET YOU!!

Sae sighed heavily and closed the app. Right as he did, Shidou sent one final text. It was a grid meme of his face from today's press conference.

Hungry.

Hungry but in Spain.

Hungry but in Japan.

Hungry but you see your brother.

He locked his phone with a definitive click, he was not going to respond nor talk for awhile—but it did make him amused.

“…People have too much free time…”

Itoshi Sae genuinely believed…that he looked perfectly normal.

That there was nothing wrong at all and he was living a good life. He doesn’t seem to realize that he is blunt half of the time, even if he doesn’t mean it.

He leaned his head against the cool glass of the car window, closed his eyes, and began reviewing FC Barcha statistics in his head to finally get some peace, after a long tiring day.

It wasn’t his fault people can’t tell that he is happy, but it didn’t matter.

Thank you for reading٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ !!

Synopsis: Blue lock Cast compilations of their media presence.

Notes: THIS TOOK TWO DAYS, lemme know if it was good and you want more…I didn’t proof read the entire thing—we ball, maybe the characterization is off, you tell me but I did my best. I also never really written for almost all of them so I just refer to my bllk knowledge and tried to write what I remembered about them.

characters mentioned : marc snuffy, noel noa, lavinho , rin itoshi , sae itoshi, isagi , teddy, kaiser, nanase, chigiri…so many…just..so many…

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The Master Striker’s Interview—Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy and Lavinho.

The cameras panned toward the four Master Strikers seated beneath the bright studio lights.

“Welcome, football fans!” the reporter announced enthusiastically. “Today we’re joined by four of the greatest footballers on the planet! Unfortunately, Julian Loki couldn’t attend due to Olympique P.X.G.’s match against Olympique de Marseille, but we still have an incredible chance to meet the rest of the the greatest players in the world right now.”

The camera then pans towards Chris Prince who was sitting and smiling beside Noel Noa.

“Let’s begin with the well loved ‘Perfect Hero,’ the ace of Manshine City… Chris Prince!”

Chris stood before anyone asked him to.

“So, Mr.Prince ,” the reporter smiled. “The media constantly praises your flawless physique, incredible public image, and unmatched confidence. How do you always manage to stay so incredibly cool… and more importantly… remain so humble?”

Chris closed his eyes, and took a deep breath,

“Well you see—”

And without warning, he tore his suit jacket off. Then, rip, his shirt while Chris stood proudly before the flashing cameras in nothing but perfectly sculpted abs.

“The answer—”Chris said, his voice dropping an octave. “Is discipline and love.” He then shifted into a side-chest pose. Flexing another time. "And an excellent skincare routine."

The reporter blinked twice, entirely speechless staring at Chris Prince’s abs and that was caught 4k by the camera man.

Chris looked directly into the lens of the nearest camera, flashing a blinding smile. “So remember, to take care of yourself .” He winked.

In the seat next to him, Lavinho was already leaning over, clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. Snuffy just sighed heavily, burying his face in his hand. While Noel Noa didn't even look up from his hands.

The reporter quickly pulled his eyes away from Chris's gleaming torso and recovered his professionalism.

“Well—uhm, thank you!” The reporter nodded, “speaking of your physique, people on the internet are loving your new commercial.”

The massive projector screen behind them lit up. And Chris immediately grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh. It's that commercial.”

On-screen, a dramatic, slow-motion video began to play. Of Chris Prince walking out of the ocean, while water cascade off his frame.

And his hair somehow remained perfectly coiffed despite it being wet, and his abs were fully on display. While He stared deep into the camera with smoldering intensity.

“People ask me...” the on-screen Chris murmured. “How do you have this beautiful?l He smiled a flawless, white smile. “I don't. Beauty stays me.”

The screen faded to black, and a sleek bottle appeared.

CHRIS PRINCE SIGNATURE 8-IN-1 PROTEIN SHAMPOO.

The voiceover returned with on screen prince saying, “For your hair... And, everything else.”

The commercial cut to black and absolute silence filled the press room.

The reporter slowly turned back to the real-life, shirtless Chris. “People have been making edits of this in the internet, what do you have to say?”

Chris nodded confidently, “I’ve seen many edits and, I’d say do more!” He winked at the camera.

The reporter cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem... Next, we have the world's number one player... Noel Noa."

Noa looked exactly the same as he had twenty minutes ago. His arms were crossed, his expression was completely blank, and he hadn't reacted to a single piece of Chris's display.

“Mr. Noa,”the reporter smiled nervously, trying to reset the mood. “As the greatest football player in the world, what do you think you would be if you weren't a football player?”

“A virgin,” Noa said.The reporter froze. His pen hovered over his notepad as a stunned silence fell over the room.

“...Excuse me? Could you... elaborate on that?”

“No.”

The producer burst into a loud, booming laugh, which instantly triggered the rest of the media room.

The reporter couldn't help it anymore—he wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, trying to compose himself before moving on to the next question .

The reporter swallowed hard and forced a tight smile, He quickly scrambled to find a new question.

“Right... well, moving on! You scored five goals on your last game, Noa! You must be absolutely ecstatic, over the moon, feeling like a god?”

“It was adequate,” Noa answered instantly, without a hint of hesitation. “Adequate?”

The reporter blinked. “Five goals in a single match is just... adequate?”

“Yes, it was adequate because the ball hit the back of the goal.”

“That is its purpose.” The reporter cleared his throat, trying to pivot to a deeper, more human angle. “ i see. Well, what would you say is your greatest motivation out there on the pitch?”

“Winning.”

“And... after winning?”

“Winning again.”

“And outside of football?”

“Sleep.” The reporter nodded slowly, desperate to find a shred of passion. But the reporter just nodded and looked at the production crew and the reporter awkwardly chuckled, the sound echoing hollowly through his microphone while , Noel Noa just dead-stared at him, completely unblinking.

Desperate to escape the awkwardness, the reporter cleared his throat loudly.

“Ahem! Well... let’s move on to our next Master Striker. Is Marc Snuffy!”

Snuffy leaned forward, While The reporter beamed, gesturing to the massive screen. "

“Snuffy, you are known as a tactical mastermind, and well loved figure.”

“But we dug into the archives, and we have a little surprise from your early days. Let's take a look at this picture of you from your youth club!”

The screen lit up.

It was, without a doubt, the most horrendous picture ever taken of a human being.

A teenage Snuffy stared out at the audience.

He had an aggressive, patchy bowl cut, and a terrible case of puberty acne, and a youth jersey that was three sizes too big, making his neck look like a single blade of grass.

To top it off, he was fiercely crossing his eyes and holding up a peace sign.

The entire press room went completely silent.

Snuffy’s professional smile vanished instantly. His face went entirely pale.

“Oh my god,” Snuffy face palmed

Lavinho gasped, leaning forward. He stared at the screen, clutched his chest, and then let out a laugh so violent it sounded like a dying bird. "

“HAHAHA! WHAT IS THAT?! Snuffy, you looked so different ”

Chris Prince leaned over too, inspecting the screen. “Wow. And I thought my teenage years were awkward.”

“Snuffy, mate... where did your hairline go back then?“

“Turn it off,” Snuffy muttered, “this was a long time ago,”

The reporter, sweating profusely under the awkward tension, frantically gestured to the production crew. "Yes, uh, let's change the screen! Moving swiftly along to our final Master Striker... Lavinho!"

The horrendous teenage photo of Snuffy vanished, replaced by a video file.

Lavinho instantly sat up, a massive grin spreading across his face. “Lavinho,” the reporter began, adjusting his glasses as the video started to play.

““Lavinho, last weekend you hosted a celebration after your club’s victory.”

“The media has… quite a few questions regarding your behavior.”

The screen showed pure, chaos. The video clip started with Lavinho standing on top of a grand piano, he was aggressively dancing while screaming lyrics in Portuguese, completely hyperactive.

And in the background, three of his professional teammates were trying to keep up with him and a whole bunch of people invited were shouting hyping him up.

Suddenly, Lavinho sprinted across the top of the piano, and executed a massive, chaotic front flip right off the instrument, while shouting at the top of his lungs.

one teammate could be heard saying.

“Don’t—”

Lavinho sprinted and jumped. Performing an unnecessary front flip off the piano while yelling,

“VIVA O FUTEBOL!”

The video paused on a blurry frame of Lavinho mid-air, completely upside down.

“Care to explain, Lavinho?” the reporter asked, trying to sound authoritative.

“Many critics are questioning if this was an appropriate behavior for a team captain during a high-stakes tournament.”

Lavinho stared at the paused image, “That flip was cleaner than I remembered.”

“Well—I came, I saw, and I conquered or came, wise words of Mr.world wide”Lavinho leaned into the microphone.

“And…if your celebrations don’t look a little ridiculous…”

He pointed proudly at the frozen image of himself suspended upside down in midair. “…did you really celebrate?”

The reporter slowly lowered his cue cards, accepting defeat. “Well, that is all folks—I think that’s all the time we have today.”

“Thank you to Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy, and Lavinho for joining us.”

And the camera panned to the three of them sitting down, Chris flexed one last time for the camera.

Snuffy noodded patting chris’s back and Lavinho waved both hands enthusiastically.

Noa had already left the stage thirty seconds earlier.

And The broadcast faded to black.

The Internet, approximately four minutes later.

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@chrisprince_comeback: Chris Prince ripping off another shirt on live TV for the 37th time, lol.

↳ @needhimistggg: I’M NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT IT!

↳ @lol_lol: I’m a guy and I love Chris Prince, genuinely think he is one of the finest man out there.

↳ @chrisweneedyousm: WE NEED CHRIS PRINCE ON A KALVIN KLEIN PROMO PLEASEEEEE!!! @kalvinkleinofficial

↳ @kalvinkleinofficial: maybe…

@Iwanticecream_sobad: Does Chris Prince’s shampoo actually work or is everyone buying it because he’s shirtless?

↳ @myhair_smells_so_nice: It actually helps lol.

↳ @idonotplay_abtbllk: Bought it as a joke. But my hair has never looked better.

↳ @ChrisPrinceOfficial: You’re welcome.

@julianlooki_ily: Julian Loki missing this interview was probably the smartest decision anyone made today.

↳ @julianlokithegoat: Bro chose Champions League football over whatever THIS was.

↳ @weneed_to_see_more_julianloki: He probably opened Twitter after the match and immediately closed the app.

↳ @vivienandjulian: He would’ve left after Chris took his shirt off.

@noel_and_ego_lore_pls: I CANNOT WITH NOEL NOA

↳ @ego_getbetter:“A virgin,” bro…

@we_luv_snuffy: Marc Snuffy was not that BAD

@canwe_see_Lavinho_again: I love Lavinho sm

↳ @look_behind_you: i met him irl and he laughs so loudly.

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Itoshi Rin – “You Look Just Like Sae”

Ever since the Blue Lock vs. Japan U-20 match, Rin Itoshi had become one of the most recognizable young footballers in the country. Unfortunately, that also meant having to deal with the media and broadcasters.

This was precisely why he was currently sitting on a comfortable couch, staring across at the host. The interviewer sat in a large armchair, smiling politely. “Rin, thank you for joining us today.”

Rin gave a short nod. “Thanks.”

It wasn't a well-kept secret that Rin Itoshi was an awkward teenager.  He had received media training, but from the looks of it, he still had absolutely no idea what he was doing. 

He was trying to be as well-behaved as possible, simply nodding and answering questions in short bursts.

The interview began normally enough. It was a standard “get to know the Blue Lock players” segment.

Favorite food.

Favorite memories.

How he prepared before matches.

Everything was going surprisingly well. Until, that is, the host brought him up.

Everyone knew who “he” was. It was his older brother, Sae Itoshi. Rin had famously stated before that if he were stuck on a deserted island with Sae, he wouldn't even know what to say, and would probably just try to settle a score. 

His teammates knew better than to bring up Sae in front of him. Bachira had tried it once; he still regretted it.

“So…” the interviewer started, leaning forward.

“Many fans say you and your big brother, Sae Itoshi, look almost identical.”

Rin answered before the sentence could even finish. “We don’t.”

A giant screen lit up behind him.

PHOTO #1

A picture of Sae and Rin standing side-by-side after a youth tournament. With the Same teal eyes, same  long eyelashes.

The only real difference was their facial expressions. Both were sticking their tongues out at the camera because someone behind the lens had apparently told them to. 

Rin stared at the screen, flatly refusing to admit the obvious. “We don’t.”

The producer clicked to the next slide.

PHOTO #2

The brothers were sitting on a park bench, both glaring fiercely at a seagull for some reason, it was because Rin’s ice cream cone had dropped to the ground, leaving Sae to hand over his own cone while maintaining a death stare at the bird. Rin was perfectly copying his big brother's glare.

“We don’t.” Rin repeated again. 

Click.

PHOTO #3

A photo from elementary school. Sae was standing with his arms crossed. A tiny Rin stood right beside him, crossing his arms in the exact same manner, smiling brightly as he looked up at his big brother.

“That was not…” Rin trailed off.

Click.

PHOTO #4

Both of them fast asleep during a family road trip. The brother were next to each other sleeping in the same position.

Same slight frown. Same hand tucked neatly beneath their cheeks. 

The interviewer covered a smile. “You even sleep the same way.”

“We really don—“

Click.

PHOTO #5

A photo of Rin and Sae from their childhood, being completely smiley together and holding hands.

“Look at the two of you, so cute,” the interviewer cooed.

Click.

The next picture filled the screen. It was newborn Rin, fresh out of the hospital. He was bright pinkish-red, wrinkly, and his tiny fists were clenched tightly. He looked remarkably upset about the mere concept of existing.

The interviewer blinked. “And would you like to explain this?”

For the first time during the entire interview, Rin's composure cracked. “Where did you get that?”

The interviewer smiled innocently. “Your mother.”

“Delete it.”

“Oh, we have another one.” The interviewer ignored Rin who was now, tweaking out.

Click.

Newborn Sae. Also bright red. Also incredibly wrinkly. He was making the exact same grumpy expression, his tiny tongue sticking out slightly.

Click.

The next slide placed the two baby pictures side-by-side. The only visible difference was the color of the hospital blankets and the fact that Sae's mouth was open a bit more.

“Delete both.”

“We can’t.”

“And Why?”

“They’re already online.”

Rin slowly closed his eyes, inhaling sharply.

“Actually,” the interviewer added, “your brother sent us a picture too when we reached out to him. It's a photo of you with your tongue out, trying to copy him.”

The interviewer hurriedly continued before Rin could explode. “Before you leave, we actually asked Sae Itoshi one question beforehand and he responded.”

Rin immediately frowned. “Why?”

The screen switched to a pre-recorded video clip. Sae sat in front of a camera with his usual unreadable, detached expression.

An off-screen voice asked, “People often compare you and Rin. What do you think?”

Sae answered without a shred of hesitation. “He copies me.”

Rin immediately leaned toward the studio monitor, his eyes wide. “I WHAT?”

On the screen, Sae continued calmly, “When he was little... he doesn’t like people knowing, but he copied how I stood. How I put my tongue out. It was cute. And whenever he grumbles now…” Sae looked directly into the camera lens. “…I’m reminded of myself.”

Rin looked utterly horrified and disgusted, Deep down, he knew it was true—he often deadpanned and grumbled in the exact same way his big brother did.

The interviewer slowly pulled out another sheet of photos. “We found… several examples.”

Click.

Tiny Rin, about four years old, standing right behind Sae and making the exact same grumpy face.

Click.

Sae drinking a juice box. Rin drinking a juice box in the exact same way.

Click.

Sae sitting with one knee raised. Rin sitting beside him in the exact same pose.

Click.

Sae glaring at someone off-camera. Rin glaring in the exact same direction.

“We don’t,” Rin muttered, ignoring every picture being shown to him.

Click.

A teenage Sae after scoring a goal. A teenage Rin after scoring a goal. Neither was smiling. Both were fixing their hair with the exact same hand gesture.

The interviewer couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “So… you’re saying you’ve never copied your brother?”

“No.”

At that exact moment, Rin absentmindedly crossed his arms over his chest.

The producer quietly pulled up a final split-screen on the monitor. On the left was Sae, crossing his arms. On the right was Rin, doing it the exact same way in real-time.

The interview ended right there.

Rin stormed out of the studio twenty minutes early, immediately calling his mother to demand why on earth she had agreed to send those files. The producer later admitted on social media that they still had another thirty-three comparison photos they never got the chance to show.

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@iluvtheitoshi_bros : awh look at them both just three popcorns tall 🥹

@unbench_itoshi_rin_pls: All they have to do is just talk, pleaseeee make up you two :(

This poster posted an edit captioned: “Born to lock in.”

The edit was twenty-three seconds long. And consisted entirely of newborn Rin blinking once, edited by using the song f(x) - Shadow.

↳ @give_ness_morescreen_time: HE LOOKS LIKE A GUMMY WORM

↳@bllk_is_awsome:RIN IS SO CUTEEE

@nomore_misscommunication_pls: Imagine your own mother emailing these pictures to the media 😭

@sae_talkto_rin_pls: I NEED TO SEE RIN SMILE AGAIN

↳ @turn_off_da_phone: NO SAME!! 

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The Luxury hair shampoo commerical — Jyubei Aryu

The commercial opens in stark, high-contrast black and white, plunging the viewer into a void of pure, dramatic darkness. 

The heavy silence is immediately shattered by a booming, theatrical Italian opera. The whole entire commercial was dramatized.

From the shadows, Jyubei Aryu walks slowly toward the lens, wearing an open-chest silk robe  and  was standing while his hair was being blown by an absolute hurricane-force fan  directly into his face while staying majestic, as always.

As the video progresses and him posing , his voice was heard  “Beauty…”

The camera aggressively pans in tight as Aryu executes a flawless, first hair flip. 

Every single strand moves in ultra-slow motion,

“Wonder…” followed immediately by a second, highly calculated hair flip. His eyes lock with the camera lens.

For the final sequence, Aryu executes a third, violent whip of his mane that blinds the camera  “…Majestic.” 

A sleek, black obsidian shampoo bottle with the word “STYLISH” embossed in font slowly descends into the frame. 

Aryu catches the bottle flawlessly without looking, holds it gently against his cheek, tilts his head, and breathes directly into the screen looking at us saying the words,“…Stay glamorous.”

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@Gagamaru_isawsome:  that the man clearly moisturizes in IMAX 3D

 @Barou_inamaid_costume: the studio fan deserves an oscar!

@i_dont_know_anymore: Aryu is so iconic.

@bllk4everrrr: Chigiri and Aryu have top ten best hair’s.

@Isagis_Puzzle_Piece: pls someone edit Aryu with the "I don’t sell audio”

@heis_trying_to_ignore_it:  aryu acting like he is in a renaissance painting

@Kunigami_imysm: i had already bought a four-bottle supply. It actually smelles so good.

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Gagemeru Caught on video.

The viral video begins with a shaky, snow-dusted lens as a travel vlogger tries hiking in Japan during the freezing winter days. 

Shivering into her microphone, she smiles breathlessly at the lens, announcing to her audience, “Today we’re exploring one of Japan’s beautiful winter mountains—” 

The camera pans around to show her face completely messed up by the biting snow and howling wind, but the peaceful vlog diary is abruptly interrupted when a massive figure suddenly passes right by her in the background. 

Fans immediately realized that it was none other than Gin Gagamaru, completely barefoot and wearing no jacket, whatsoever. 

He was just casually walking through a winter freeze that should have been humanly impossible to survive.

The vlogger completely freezes in shock, her jaw dropping as she stares at the giant walking through the snow. 

She turns the camera toward him and calls out, “Sir?” Gagamaru stops, turns, and nods politely at her, his voice perfectly calm as he replies, “Morning.” 

Looking at his bare skin against the ice, the terrified vlogger asks, “Aren’t you cold?” Gagamaru doesn't blink and quickly replied

“No, have a great day ma’am,” before turning around to keep walking away. 

Leaving her utterly baffled, the vlogger starts following him since it was a hiking track afterall.

Just five minutes later, the peaceful hike turns into chaos when a wild boar suddenly charges out from the treeline directly toward the camera. 

Before she could react or scream, Gagamaru moves with lightning reflexes and tackles the wild animal head-on into the snowbank. 

The stunned boar scrambles back up, completely terrified by the human mountain, and immediately runs away into the brush.

Gagamaru casually stands up, pats the fresh snow off his hands, and turns to the camera with a friendly look before he just keeps walking up the mountain as if nothing happened.

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@gagamaru_we_luv_u:He’s definitely not human.

↳ @i_ranoutofideas:Didn't he fight a bear??

↳ @shindou_backstory_soon: Yeah, he talked about it in the interview.

↳@ imscaredforhisbackstory:Holy shit this guy is strong.

@we_love_f(x) :National Geographic guest appearance when?

@Gagamaru_Stan_Account: Gagamaru we love you!

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Yo Hiori-Live streaming

You already know what Yo Hiori does in his free time: he livestreams. 

For someone who is a professional athlete, this man screentime is cooked.

He had already been streaming for five hours straight, casually playing games and chatting with his viewers, when a fan sent a Super Chat and donated 30 dollars to the stream. 

The money was being raised for a charity going toward people who needed it, most likely for cancer research or kids with broken bones. 

Taking advantage of the donation highlight, a viewer in the chat popped the ultimate question: “Hiori, how much is your screen time?”

Without hesitating, Hiori casually opens up his phone settings and holds the screen up to his camera lens. 

The display reads a staggering 33 hours and 42 minutes.

The chat instantly explodes into absolute chaos, with messages flying across the screen at lightning speed. 

The top comment screams in pure disbelief, “THAT’S MORE THAN A DAY.” 

Hiori just shrugs his shoulders at the webcam, completely unfazed and calmly explains, “I was reading.” 

A spam of confused “What?” messages floods the chat box immediately. 

Hiori looks away slightly and murmurs, “…Mostly...” The chat pushes harder, demanding to know, “…Reading what?” 

Hiori blinks sleepily at his monitor “uhm—oh look at that, I won.” Time to go. 

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@hiori_readsfanfics: Go outside.

↳@hiori_is_cool: Bro he literally is an athlete HE GOES OUTSIDE AND WORKS OUT.

@Hioris_Left_cheek: Hiori send those fanfic links.

@imjustlikehim:Hiori is just like me.

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Street interview-Karasu and Otoya 

The video opens on a bustling, Kyoto sidewalk, the background filled with the low hum of chatter and ambient traffic. 

The camera pans directly to a reporter holding a microphone, smiling warmly.

“And we are live in Kyoto! Alright, I’m here with Blue Lock’s own Crow. Tell me, which player in the facility has the absolute no romantic charm?”

The camera shifts over to Karasu Tabito, who is leaning casually against a metal railing with his hands tucked into his pockets.

Hearing the question, Karasu doesn't even shift his posture. He just stands there smirking, a look of pure, immediate certainty in his eyes.

"It's Otoya for sure," Karasu says, the smirk widening on his face without a single second of hesitation.

Right on cue, Otoya Eita saunters casually into the shot from the side. 

He is slowly sipping from a can of soda, looking completely relaxed and entirely ignoring the reporter's microphone. 

He looks straight at Karasu, looking entirely pleased with himself.

“Yo. You won't believe it," Otoya brags smoothly. "I literally just scored a local girl's phone number down the block.”

Karasu’s smirk vanishes instantly and lets out a heavy, sigh then raising a hand to aggressively pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Ya absolutely stupid," Karasu bluntly breaks the news, his voice dropping into a flat, deadpan tone. “She definitely gave you a fake number because you looked terrifying.”

A long, agonizingly deadpan five-second silence settles over the entire sidewalk. Nobody moves. 

Otoya doesn't look offended instead , he slowly turns his head to stare straight into the camera lens, his eyes wide and completely unblinking.

Otoya reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and immediately dials the number, aggressively tapping the screen to put it on speakerphone.

“Oh! He's calling her right now!” the reporter says, leaning in closer with a wide grin. “Let's see if she answers!”

Otoya finally breaks his stare from the camera and throws a confident smirk over at his friend. “Watch and learn, Karasu.”

The phone line clicks. 

For a split second, there is absolute quiet, followed by the cold, digital tone of an automated voice filling the street: "We're sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected, or is no longer in service. Please hang up and—"

“I TOLD YER SHE DID NOT GIVE YOU HER NUMBER”Karasu suddenly laughed out loud whils Otoya just stands there completely limp, still staring down at the disconnected phone screen in utter, silent disbelief.

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@imtiredstrsly: Karasu didn't even hesitate to choose him 😭

@iluvotoya: Otoya must be coping so hard.

@karasuistuff: I saw them filming this! Otoya literally walked into a lamppost two minutes later trying to look cool.

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“Caught 4k” — Alexis ness

An anonymous teammate from the Bastard München leaked a a five-second video clip taken on the team’s international flight on the way to a football game.

The footage catches Alexis Ness in the window seat, sleeping and looking entirely too pure for this earth. 

Tightly curled up into a neat little ball under a fluffy, pastel-blue airline blanket that is pulled all the way up to his chin. 

Clutching a ridiculously tiny travel pillow against his chest, yet is he somehow wearing the most serene smile, like he was having the sweetest dream imaginable. 

He looks so peaceful that the internet instantly chooses made a meme out of it.

Within two hours, the "Sleeping Ness" becomes the biggest meme on the internet, with fans editing his cozy, blanket-wrapped body into the most chaotic photoshops as possible.

On the Titanic, Ness is edited sleeping peacefully on a wooden deck chair, tucked in tight, while the ship visibly breaks in half and passengers panic in the background. 

For the moon landing, a photoshopped, Ness is shown floating upside down, fast asleep with his pillow, right next to Neil Armstrong as he takes his first steps.

In the dinosaur age, Ness is curled up on a patch of grass, while the meteor crashes into the horizon behind a pack of running dinosaurs.

People made fan-arts, edits and even started drawing other characters like Ness. All because we all thought he was cute.

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@kaiser_story_sad: i wish i could sleep like that

@might_do_more: LEAVE MY BOY ALONE HE IS JUST TAKING A COMFY NAP

@igotfour_hours_of_sleep: I LOVE NESSS SMMM

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“The Viral Photoshoot Kawaii Meme”— Julian loki

“Julian Loki is so pretty, I love him”

That was often the comments you would see under cute edits of Julian paired with songs like “Écoute Chérie” by Vendredi sur Mer, and you know what, they were right. Because Julian Loki has to be one of the prettiest people out there.

(Listen, I’m a fan of him since he got introduced, he the goat)

So it was no suprise that he’ll model for big brands and the community completely implodes after a luxury French fashion house drops the behind-the-scenes footage of their multi-million dollar campaign starring Julian Loki. 

The young prodigy is deadass so attractive that modeling agencies have been aggressively throwing contracts at him for months, making him earn an absolute fortune and skyrocketing his popularity way past the sports world, people who weren’t into sports probably thought he was a Model by how he is always seen in city billboards.

But there was this specific shoot that triggers a viral wave across TikTok and Twitter because of how aggressively cute he is, making it a reaction meme that the internet obsesses over and always referenced.

The studio had soft lighting, a massive slow-motion wind machine, and Loki wearing a soft cashmere turtle neck.

He looks fine posing normal , “Perfect, Julian! Maintain that intense gaze! Look straight into the lens but can you act shy…if you can” the photographer calls out from behind the camera.

Then he flashes a devastatingly cute, dimpled smile, and tugged the turtle neck closer.

“Ah, sorry! I can't do the face for that long, it makes my eyes water!” Loki laughs, shaking his head.

The photographer slowly lowers the camera, clutching his heart. “No, no... keep doing that..”

The official behind-the-scenes clip hits 55 million views in less than three hours, turning his bright, boyish grin into a multi-purpose reaction meme for anything wholesome or sweet.

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@loki_pls_a_chance: Deadass Julian Loki is so fine, istg my jaw dropped to the floor when he smiled 😭

↳ @its_a_mbaqqeparallel: He literally is so cute!!

@vivien_and_loki_4ever:  His natural ageyo- sal is so refreshing.

This poster posted an edit of Julian Loki with the song “GEE” by SNSD

↳ @iluv_julian_loki: HE NEEDS TO DO A PHOTOSHOOT WITH VIVI PLEASEEEEEE !!

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The “Noa challenge” — Noa Noel

Well…PIFA demanded that all global football ambassadors perform a lively celebratory dance for the upcoming World Cup promotional campaign.

They need the views, okay?

The problem was that ALL of them had to dance, imagine seeing grown, muscular, well built players—who are always seriously and competitive in the pitch acting all cute….

yeah no…

Except for the following: , Lavinho , Julian and even Snuffy agreed…alongside many others…Sae probably thought it was a hassle but he had to since it’s a contract and all….but When presented with the concept of choreography to Noel Noa

He just stared blankly at the production team and says a flat, final “no,” until the director aggressively points at the fine print and reminds him that he already signed the legally binding contract.

Left with no choice, Noa performs the smallest, stiffest, dance ever with his arms glued to his sides and his facial expression remaining completely frozen without changing a single pixel.

He was already old and didn’t even want to do this…

Once the commercial releases, it went viral in under an hour as the internet launches the global #NoaDanceChallenge, and they posted bloopers of people hyping him up to dance only to see a flat expression and a sigh.

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@noel_noa_and_ego_when: HE DID NOT WANT TO BE THERE!

@this_took_five_hours: Someone add this dance to Fortnite, NOW !!

@egoist_real: nurse…its…awake!

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“The Reality TV”— New Gen X

You see, PIFA thought it was a good idea to have a massive marketing stunt funded heavily by them, the World's Next Generation XI players are forced to live under one roof in a luxury mansion. 

For a week…yeah…which one of them pitch this idea…no one knows!

And they posted a promo video of things that happened within the week of their stay.

The camera then pans and shows clips of the New Gen X activities.

“The Least Exciting Person”

The cameras quietly followed Michael Kaiser as he paced a secluded balcony, his phone pressed firmly against his ear.

The crew captured his voice dripping with absolute distain. “No… he’s the least exciting person to look at. He is a fucking bum—his face just annoys me,”

Kaiser sneered, rolling his eyes dramatically before abruptly ending the call and muttering curses to himself.

Cut immediately to a private confessional, where a producer sat behind the camera trying to piece together the gossip.

“So… were you talking about Teddy Knight?” the producer asked. Kaiser looked genuinely blank, blinking at the lens.

“Who?”, kaiser asked thrn the producer clarified

“Teddy, teddy part of Gen X.” Kaiser scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, no. It was Isagi. But yeah,”

he added after a pause, “He is also the least exciting person to look at.”

Naturally, production stirred the pot by showing the raw footage to Teddy during his own confessional block.

Teddy watched the clip in complete, silence, then the camera pans, “I'm not even close to him,” Teddy muttered to the camera.

The editors then cut to the main living area where Teddy was already sitting on the couch, and Kaiser walked into the room, instantly freezing when he saw teddy.

The room became painfully quiet. Kaiser stared at Teddy; Teddy stared back.

Kaiser grabbed a random bottle of water from the counter, spun on his heel, and walked away without saying a single word.

Kasier Lost His Sunglasses

Everyone was (paid) finally agreed on one relaxing day off at the beach.

Down by the shoreline, Bunny was being completely buried in sand by Lorenzo.

Nearby, Julian Loki was walking along the shoreline.

Teddy…teddy..was teddy…the crew can’t seem to find him.

Sae Itoshi, was already fast asleep in a hammock beneath a massive umbrella.

Meanwhile, Vivien wandered the shoreline, taking aesthetic pictures of seashells and tightly clutching that blank book he is known for carrying everywhere.

The happiness shattered when Kaiser proudly strutted toward the water, adjusting his expensive designer sunglasses on his head that costed $89,000 (he got it for free after a shooting)

Suddenly, a massive, wave crashed directly over his head

The water receded, showing Kaiser soaking wet with his hair ruined, while his sunglasses floated away into the deep ocean.

The camera frantically zoomed in on his panicked face as he splashed around, blind and desperate, searching the waves.

Bunny immediately broke into loud, Lorenzo, yelled out that he would swim after them—but only if Kaiser paid him 80 bucks cash upfront.

From under the umbrella, Sae Itoshi opened one eye and delivered a well known famous side-eye of his , caught in crisp 4K.

“Stop taking pics—Lorenzo is in jail”

Lorenzo was apparently in local jail, and the car ride was a mess.

Loki was behind the wheel, while Vivien sat in the passenger seat trying to navigate.

Kaiser sat directly behind him, while Sae was passed out asleep against the window, completely uncaring by what was happening

Bunny smiled mischievously and held up his phone for a selfie. “Say cheese.”

Kaiser, leaned into the frame with a smoldering pout. Teddy threw a peace sign, and Bunny, leaning forwardand threw bunny ears behind the sleeping Sae's head. Then bunny handed Vivien the phone to snap pictures.

Click. Click. Click.

Another picture. Then another, with everyone aggressively posing while a teammate was locked in a holding cell.

Julian turned around , “Guys, seriously, stop taking pictures! Lorenzo, is literally in trouble right now.”

The scene ended with another private confessional,

The producer noted, “Lorenzo said he might’ve been arrested, and you guys were doing a photoshoot.”

Sitting on the confession couch side-by-side, Bunny, Kaiser, Vivien, Teddy and Sae looked completely unbothered. Kaiser simply shrugged at the camera, adjusted his hair, and said,

“We just looked really good that day.”

The teaser promo ends there, many people tuned in, some hoped it was them being seriously and football while some liked the idea, the internet was divided.

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@kaisermogs: GUYS BE QUIET, MY SHOW IS ON

↳@ohmygosh_want_ishappening: kaiser is literally so funny here.

@saeitoshi_ispretty: THIS is NOT about FOOTBALL

@teddywhoisthat: please give teddy screentime in the show…

@cake_is_good: are we ignoring the fact lorenzo went to jail????

↳ @iwant_cake: yes.

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“What’s In My Bag?”—Anri Teieri

Anri Teieri, the beloved woman who single-handedly runs Blue Lock, with Ego Jinipachi, agrees to a casual “What's In My Bag” interview. 

Deeply admired and loved by the fanbase, especially by female fans who constantly flood TikTok with high-quality edits because of how much they admire her, she was pretty huge and deserves all love and support.

the video started with her smiling sweetly to showing of her everyday essentials: a neat leather wallet, a tinted lip balm, and her meticulously organized daily planner, the charms on her bags and she was telling stories.

Till the tone shifts instantly as she continues digging into the depths of her designer bag,

pulling out three heavy-duty emergency whistles, six tangled high-speed charging cables, a custom stress ball shaped exactly like Jinpachi Ego’s head, two industrial-sized packets of extra-strength painkillers, a thick stack of legally binding signed waivers, and three completely different brands of smartphones.

When the bewildered reporter asks, “Why on earth do you have all of these?”

Anri’s beautiful smile fades into a deadpan stare, she lets out a long, exhausted sigh and mumbled two words: “Blue Lock.”

The reporter nods in immediatly understanding, and the clip ends right there.

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@anri_is_pretty: GIVE MY GIRL A BREAKK

@pusheenloverrr: BRO EGO, GIVE HER VACATION DAYS

@anri_we_luv_you: the fact that it started as wholesome and then her vibe completely changed when she mumbled blue lock😭😭

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Ego goes live

The official Blue Lock account suddenly goes live, presenting a pitch-black screen that remains dark for thirty grueling minutes. 

Millions tune in to a broadcast of nothingness but then an aggressive slurping of instant noodles and a deeply annoyed, familiar voice was heard.

The camera abruptly flips, accidentally revealing Jinpachi Ego in the most bum-ass outfit imaginable.

And he was wearing a headband that pushed back his hair, fully exposing his massive forehead as he wildly gestures with a pair of chopsticks at the monitors, completely crashing out in real-time over the match footage.

“Oh my gosh... can these kids actually shoot the goal? Look at this. Horrible. He missed from five yards out. How?!”

He continued on with his complaining, for twenty minutes straight tweaking out seeing the Blue Lock players suck at their scoring’s and training.

He finally looks down at his phone screen, freezing as he notices the active screen. He squints directly into the lens, asking, “Am I live?” right before seeing the viewer count sitting at a staggering 2.7 million people.

Before he ends it ego is heard screaming at the top of his lungs: “ANRI! ANRI!”

Then the livestream ended.

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@isagi_takea_shower: HE IS SUCH A MESS 😭

@bl_or_BL: Wait...

@ego_stan: He is still fine idk what you all say, the forehead reveal won me over.

The poster posted an edit of his exposed forehead with the song 'Kinky Love' playing in the background.

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“Brother and Sister live” —Hyoma Chigiri ft(Koyuki Chigiri).

Hyoma Chigiri hops onto Instagram Live alongside his older sister, Koyuki Chigiri, it was just a random live stream because they were both bored, the entire time they’ve been having petty fights and kicking each-other and both outing each other’s stories.

Hyoma was doing his nightly skin care routine while his sister was beside him and playing music in the background while she waits for the food she ordered for her and him to eat.

The chat immediately moves at lightning speed, with thousands of viewers and began on asking questions.

Koyuki was reading the comments, “ ‘How does it feel to have a popular younger brother?' Um, nuh-uh. The real question should be— how does it feel to have a hot older sister, Hyoma?”

Which earned hyoma to give a nasty side eye to his sister while he continued doing his skin care on stream.

Koyuki then continued squinting closely at the screen to read the next fast-moving question “ ‘Koyuki, do you have a girlfriend?' Oh. No, I don’t.”

Then she smiled to the camera Hyoma Suddenly lets out a dramatic scoff, and aggressively flips his long, pristine well cared pink hair onto his sisters face. Making koyuki grimace at disgust.

The live stream lasted for about two more hours before they went to bed.

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@Chigiri_hair_fan: Her sister is sooo fine omg, the Chigiri genetics are literally a cheat code 😭

↳ @i_need_yogurt: I have massive gender envy watching this stream right now, how do they BOTH look that gorgeous?!

@bl_4ever: LMAO, my boyfriend saw the screen over my shoulder and said “'who is that cute girl on the left?' and I had to tell him 'baby, that is a whole guy... that's a professional footballer’ ”

@koyuki_stan_01: I love her 😍

This poster posted an edit of Koyuki the audios 'Glamorous' blasting in the background

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“I love you mom!”—Meguru Bachira

During a post-match media press conference, a female reporter smiles warmly at Meguru Bachira, mentioning how deeply proud his mother is of him.

It was a short clip but it was so sweet.

She notes“We all know your mom is your biggest fan! What would you like to say to her?”

The camera pans to Bachira, smiling, “ I really love my mom and I want to say that I love her so so much and I’m thankful for her, I love you mom!”

Bachira was happy and waving and that comment made the reporter feel sentimental and the clip ends there.

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@BACHIRA_SOSWEET: TEARS IN MY EYES

@fly_day: I genuinely cannot, I love how his mom always supported him knowing how he was treated as a kid.

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“Forehead…Incident”—Yukimiya Kenyu

A younger , like reaally young Yukimiya Kenyu secures a endorsement deal with a luxury clothing brand. The photographer nods happily at the monitor, praising him.

“Beautiful! Gorgeous! Can we try one shot without the bangs? Let's get them out of your face.”

Yukimiya was hesitant, “Uh... do we have to?”

The Photographer said, It’ll only take one shot, Kenyu!”

Then a stylist came and pushes his bangs completely back, and pins them back

Click. Click. Click.

The Photographer: Slowly lowers at the camera, staring at the digital preview screen in absolute, deadpan silence, and looks back up, “…Maybe…not…let’s put them back…”

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@yuki_isoretty: He is so pretty either way

@itsbeenhours: PUT THEM BACK 😭 PUT THEM BACK RIGHT NOW OR I AM DELETING MY ACCOUNT😭😭😭😭

@ineedtostopandtakeabreak: The forehead reveal changed my life, but not for the better….🫩

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“That One Cologne Commercial”—Isagi Yoichi

Isagi Yoichi was well known and had a bright, promising future alongside the rest of the Blue Lock players, making brands eager to sign the new football stars.

That is how, a high-end fragrance company chose Isagi Yoichi as the face of their newest cologne….

Their slogan was simple

Confidence. Elegance. Mystery.

That was the vibe of the scent and they wanted someone like Isagi…surprisingly..

In the studio, the director confidently walked over and patted his back. “Alright, Isagi. I don’t want football. I just want you to look cool.”

Isagi nodded seriously, replying, “Understood sir!”

The crew sighed in relief, calling out, “Cameras are rolling.”

“Action!” Then someone hit the tape.

Take One

the lights turned on, and a crystal bottle of cologne sat in Isagi’s hand. He slowly looked into the camera far too intensely as his eyes narrowed.

The staff collectively recognized that look. “He’s doing it,” the cameraman whispered. “Is that… metavision thing?”

“If your opponent predicts your movement based on your scent…” Following a dramatic pause, he finished,

“…..you’ll be dead. So you must devour them with your aroma.”

Silence gripped the room before the director immediately stood up and shouted,

“CUT! Why did you threaten the customer?!”

Take Two

The makeup team was freshening him up, while the director took a deep breath to coach him.

“Forget football..please….” The director pleaded,

“Okay?”

“Okay Sir!”

Isagi picked up the bottle and began, “people stink, and you don’t want to stink at all and you want to defeat your enemies.”

“CUT!!”

Take Three

The director was crouching in front of him. “Just smile. …Can you do that?” Isagi nodded, “yes sir!”

The director called for action, and Isagi smiled. Instantly, the entire room became uncomfortable.

It wasn’t a normal smile; it was the exact expression Isagi made whenever he’d cuss someone out on the football pitch.

The photographer slowly lowered his camera and muttered, “why is he like that…”

The boom operator took one nervous step backward as the director sighed and called a quiet, “…Cut….”

Take Four

The marketing team was brought in to make a script. “Just read this,” they instructed. Isagi looked down at the line

“Confidence isn’t something you wear… it’s something you become.”

“Okay…okay…,” Isagi muttered. Everyone sighed in relief.

“Action!” He looked at the camera and delivered the first line perfectly: “…Confidence isn’t something you wear.”

Everyone smiled, waiting for the finish. Instead, Isagi hesitated. “…It’s…” The director’s eye twitched as Isagi went off-script again: “sorry, I forgot…”

Take Five,

the director had completely given up. “Just hold the bottle…Please.”

The camera rolled, and for ten perfect seconds, everything was beautiful. Then, Isagi quietly whispered to himself, “…

“If Kaiser wore this… …He’d probably still stink.” The director screamed, “

“CUT!” and collapsed into a chair, muttering, “…Just air the bloopers.”

One month later, the commercial released exactly as filmed, with no edits and no script.

It was just the entire thing of Isagi failing to advertise the perfume and it exploded.

Nobody understood how the fragrance sold out globally within forty-eight hours.

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@isagi_and_bachira: He’s trying so hard 😭 someone give him his ball back.

@isagiiiis: HE IS HAPPY TO LOOK A MESSSSS

@TheLuxuryFragrance :We’re honestly not sure why sales tripled.

↳ @iboughttheperfume: Whoever approved this deserves a promotion.

@Bllk_lover: this poster posted a meme

Director:

“Don’t mention football.”

Isagi:

“So anyway…”

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Micheal Kaiser Reads Your Tweets

The Bastard München social media team had convinced Michael Kaiser to participate in one of the internet's favorite celebrity segments, which was “Reading Your Tweets.”

Kaiser is lounging comfortably on the chair, completely at ease in front of the lens.

Then he picked up the first card from the stack, and a slow grin spread across his face as he read the text aloud. "

“I'd let Michael Kaiser ruin my life.” He looked directly into the camera with total “…that is Understandable….” Then moved on to the next not responding to that note.

He pulled the third card and began to read, but his expression instantly shifted.

“Why does Kaiser hate Isagi so much? Is it because—”He stopped reading mid-sentence.

The smile completely disappeared from his face. In absolute silence, he slowly folded the card once, twice, and three times.

He then calmly ripped it apart and muttered, “next.”

From behind the camera, the producer tried to intervene, pointing out that he didn't even finish reading it.

Kaiser smiled again, instantly switching back to his charming persona. “I don't need to.”

He moved on to the next card, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Kaiser definitely spends his free time looking at aesthetic boards on Pinterest.” He looked up, genuinely delighted.

“Oh. I do!” The producer blinked in confusion, asking what he meant. "

“I only discovered Pinterest recently,”Kaiser explained warmly.

“It's wonderful, I love it. Next card.” He pulled the next one

“Does Alexis Ness get paid to agree with everything Kaiser says?”

Kaiser looked deeply offended by the accusation. He stared straight at the camera and gave a flat, definitive, “No.”

The producer then handed him one last card, mentioning that this particular topic was currently trending.

Kaiser nodded smoothly, he flipped the card over and read,

“Michael Kaiser probably looks at his own edits before bed.”

He stopped, looking directly into the camera lens.

He let the silence hang in the room for a few heavy seconds before finally admitting,

“Only if there are new ones.”

And the scene ends there!

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@Kaiser_weluv_u: HOLD UP. Kaiser has a Pinterest?? Someone find his username immediately.

@kaiser_hair: “...Only if there are new ones.” HE IS SO REAL FOR THAT.

@okay_kaiserandness: The way he ripped the Isagi card in complete silence...

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Nanase vs the deers

 The Blue Lock’s team trip to Nara Park was supposed to be relaxing. It was just like a fun little trip, you know, to feed the famous deer, explore the area, see the historical temples, and take pictures.

Everything was peaceful, supposedly.

Nanase had been especially excited. He stood in front of the camera with a freshly opened pack of deer crackers. “They’re so polite! Look, they even bow!” He smiled brightly as several deer gently approached him. One politely dipped its head. “See? They’re so cute.”

The cameraman nodded. Then—a loud snort echoed across the path.

Nanase turned his head. Standing several meters away was one enormous male deer.

It slowly lifted its head, its eyes locked directly onto the crackers in Nanase’s hands.

The deer took one step forward. “…Uh…” Another step. Then another. The deer snorted again. Nanase looked at the camera. “…Guys?”

The deer suddenly charged.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

Nanase turned and bolted down the stone pathway at full speed.

The cameraman immediately started running after him, causing the footage to become violently shaky.

Tourists stepped aside as Nanase sprinted through the park.

One elderly woman calmly continued feeding another deer without even looking up.

The chase passed directly in front of an ancient temple, with Nanase completing one full lap around it.

Meanwhile, about a few meters away, Kurona stood completely still, calmly eating a strawberry ice cream cone.

Beside him, Hiori quietly enjoyed a vanilla ice cream, watching Nanase sprint past for the fourth time.

“He looks like his still going at it, ain’t he?” Hiori snorted .

Raichi folded his arms. “He’ll be fine.”

Nanase sprinted past again, screaming, “RAICHI! HELP!”

Raichi didn’t move. “You’ve got legs. USE ’EM!”

“I AM USING THEM!” Nanase wailed.

Kurona watched Nanase disappear into the distance. “…Lap five…”

Cut to another angle.

Nanase ran directly toward Isagi, who had just walked out of a souvenir shop carrying a small bag and was smiling

“ISAGIIIIIIII! THE DEER WANTS ME!”

Isagi looked up, completely blank. “…What?”

Before he could react, Nanase ran straight past him.

The massive deer followed immediately behind. A split second later, three more deer joined the chase.

Isagi blinked. “…Why are there four now..?”

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@kansai_countryaccent: I WAS THERE.WHY WAS THAT GUY RUNNING LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.

@VisitNara We’d like to remind visitors that the deer are generally very gentle and during times like this its best to avoid them.

@it_1pm_ok: “You've got legs, USE 'EM!” Legit means survive on your own.

@hiori_drop_thatfanficlink: Hiori and Kurona eating ice cream while Nanase fights for his life 😭

@bluelock_lover2022: Shoutout to the cameraman who kept running with Nanase to get the footage

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Sae itoshi Resting bitch face : Check this out!

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“Post-Match Spotlight”—Aoshi Tokimitsu

A sports reporter sat down with Aoshi Tokimitsu for a quick post-match interview. The cameras rolled and the reporter smiled politely.

“So, Tokimitsu… how does it feel being officially recognized as one of Blue Lock’s strongest physical players?”

Tokimitsu immediately froze. Within seconds, he was sweating bullets. His fingers twisted together nervously.

“p-please don’t say that!”

“I’m probably not!”

“I’m actually the weakest!”

The reporter blinked.

“ well according to the data…you are one of the—.”

Tokimitsu’s face somehow became even paler.

“IT WAS PROBABLY A MISTAKE!”

“I APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE!”

The reporter stared at him in complete disbelief. While Tokimitsu looked like he was on the verge of tears.

The reporter slowly lowered her cue cards.

“…We’re… just going to end it there.”

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@afan_ofbllk: Someone please give this person a pep talk."

@can_igo_now: someone tell him NO ONE is MAD AT HIM

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 “Oh, France”—Zantetsu Tsurugi

(The blue lock guys aren’t known for their intelligence..)

The media team decided to put the players through a random street-interview segment featuring rapid-fire trivia.

It was simple, unfortunately for the producers, the Blue Lock boys are famously geniuses on the pitch and total airheads off of it.

Zantetsu Tsurugi stood in front of the microphone, looking incredibly intellectual.

The interviewer smiled, holding up the microphone. “Alright, Zantetsu! First question, keep it quick. What country is Paris in?”

Zantetsu didn't blink. He slowly reached up with his middle finger and adjusted his glasses,

He closed his eyes & took a deep,

“Europe?”

The interviewer stared at him, blinking in dead silence. The camera remained perfectly still.

Realizing the interviewer hadn't moved on to the next question, Zantetsu’s eyes widened slightly behind his frames.

A sudden spark of panic hit his brain. He quickly cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses a second time to cover his embarrassment.

“Oh, wait,” Zantetsu corrected himself quickly, his face flushing slightly. “France.”

The producer behind the camera let out a heavy sigh, realizing it was going to be a very, very long shoot.

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@let_me_post_this: The lights are on but absolutely nobody is home.

@zantetsu_woah: He’s trying his best 😭 at least he got the continent right!

@bllk_funny: Zangetsu…… please just stick to sports..

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“My Skin Care Rountine”—Niko Ikki

After months of requests from people, Niko Ikki uploaded the video everyone had been asking for has been uploaded.

The reason was they wanted to know how the heck is he able to see with his thick bangs.

The video opened with Niko standing in front of his bathroom mirror. With his thick black bangs hung over his face as always, completely covering his eyes.

Not once did he brush them aside. He looked into the camera. “…A lot of people asked for this. So… here it is.”

He reached for a bottle of foaming cleanser. “First, we use cleanser.” He pumped a generous amount into his hands before working it into a thick lather.

Then massaged it into his face, except the entire upper half of his face. “Then my acne wash..”

Next came a hydrating toner. He poured a few drops into his palms and gently patted it into his skin. He reached for a serum. “This helps with my acne.”

The moisturizer came next. He spread it evenly across his face but The bangs never once was lifted. Not even once.

Finally, he held up a bottle of sunscreen.

“…Most important step...” He carefully applied it to every exposed part of his face, then calmly lowered his hands.

“Done.” He gave the camera a small nod. “Thanks for watching.”

The video ended.

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@niko_please_yourbangs: Great routine. …Please moisturize your forehead too.

@niko_did_aki_ref: I’M CRYING HIS BANGS DIDN’T MOVE A SINGLE MILLIMETER 😭😭😭 Like how did he not get soap in them??

@your_forehead_needs_help: The fungal acne under there must be planning a revolution.

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“A Date—Oh Wait, Just Friends” — Nagi & Reo

It started with one blurry fan photo taken at a quiet, upscale café in Tokyo.The caption simply read, “I think I just saw Nagi and Reo?”

Within ten minutes, it had over two million views. With the comments flooded in almost instantly.

@lemme_know_pt2: They are having a date again lol.

@going_insane: Istg they’re always together.

@nagifan4life: But you kinda get it because they both matter so much to each other. I think there’s more to their relationship.

@reofanfr: I know… they’re really sweet.

The picture itself was surprisingly ordinary.

Reo sat upright at a corner table, completely focused on the tablet in front of him, quietly scrolling through it while occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.Beside him—Or rather—Leaning onto him—Was Nagi.

Completely slumped against Reo’s shoulder, his head resting there

With one earbud hung loosely from his ear while his phone rested lazily in one hand as he tapped away at a mobile game.

Every few seconds, without even looking up from the screen, Reo casually reached over with his free hand and slid Nagi’s untouched drink a little closer.

A few moments later, he’d pick up his own fork, hold it toward Nagi, and wait.

Without lifting his head from Reo’s shoulder, Nagi simply leaned forward, took a bite, quietly chewed, and went right back to his game.

Neither of them acknowledged that any of this was unusual.

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@nagi_reo_friends: Despite every dramatic speech they’ve ever given on the pitch… off the field they’ll forever just be friends.

@iluvnagi: They have to be soulmates.

@reo_we_luv_u_too: I work there. They were at that table for almost an two hours, and Nagi genuinely never moved.

@please_tell_me_this_is_good: Reo feeding Nagi without either of them looking at each other is actually insane, that tells you they’ve BEEN like this.

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Japan Airline In flight safety procedours— aiku and sendou

Japan Airlines announced a special collaboration with two of the members of Japan’s national football squad.

And the video premiered online a week before airing on flights, and millions tuned in.

The cabin lights brightened as a calm stewardness spoke, “Welcome aboard Japan Airlines.”

The camera slowly panned down the aisle to find Oliver Aiku standing in the center. he looked directly into the camera. “Welcome aboard.” He effortlessly picked up the seatbelt and, with one smooth motion, fastened it around his waist.

“Please ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened whenever seated.”

Aiku flashed the camera with a smile and then a wink.

The comment section would later identify the exact timestamp.

The camera slowly pulled back. One row behind him sat Sendou.

He wasn’t looking at the camera or paying attention to the safety demonstration; he was staring directly at Aiku, completely side eyeing him.

Please store your carry-on luggage beneath the seat in front of you.” Sendou was still staring at him, not breaking eye contact

Cut to the confessional filmed afterward, the producer smiled. “So… were you disappointed not to be the main presenter?” Sendou smiled politely. “No…definently not…” while he was glancing at Aiku.

The camera cut back to the cabin's emergency exit row, where the both of them sat perfectly still.

“Please familiarize yourself with the nearest emergency exit.”

Next came the oxygen mask demonstration. A flight attendant calmly showed how to pull the mask down, and Aiku demonstrated perfectly.

The stewardess continued, “Secure your own mask before assisting others.” The camera briefly cut to Sendou, who was already wearing his mask.

Then came the life vest. Aiku confidently demonstrated how to inflate it after leaving the aircraft. The stewardess smiled, “Do not inflate your life vest inside the cabin.”

The video ended with the entire team standing together near the aircraft door. Aiku smiled warmly. “We hope you enjoy your flight.” Sendou smiled too, muttering under his breath, “I could’ve said that.”

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@JapanAirlines:Thank you for flying with us.

@you_can_tell_Im_loosing_it: Someone please check on Sendou

@imsorry_this_is_bad: the side-eye Sendou was giving Aiku from the second row deserves its own acting award.

@Aiku_we_luv_u: The wink wasn’t necessary for flight safety… but it was highly appreciated.

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“React To Edits” —Shidou Ryusei

Shidou Ryusei had been invited onto a popular sports channel to react to fan-made edits from across the internet.

The interviewer gave him just one warning before filming started: “Some of these are… interesting.” Shidou simply grinned in response, “I already like ’em.” The screen lit up.

The first edit featured heavy phonk music, with intense color grading, digital lightning effects, and glowing eyes.

There were twenty-seven transitions packed into just twelve seconds, with every single one of his goals slowed down dramatically.

The edit ended with the bold words: “THE DEMON OF BLUE LOCK.”

Silence fell over the room as Shidou leaned closer to the monitor. “THAT’S ME?!” He suddenly burst into loud laughter. “ THAT’S SO COOL—NO WAY! WHO MADE THIS? I NEED THEIR @ RIGHT NOW!”

The interviewer laughed from behind the scenes. “You… want to follow them?”

Shidou yelled, “heck yeah, you see how cool that was and how amazing my shot was—I wanna shake their hand!”

The interview continued and they showed him a total of twenty six edits and every-time he loved them, he even cried saying that it captured “football’s essence.”

“So do you have anything to say?” The interviewer asked him, “tag me to all of your edits about me!”

Then the clip ends.

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@i_luv_Shindou: Shidou aggressively asking for the editor’s username instead is exactly what I expected from him. 😭

@hesoswag: Shidou genuinely has the healthiest relationship with fan edits I’ve ever seen from a professional athlete.

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“Sidequests”— Loki, Huhgo, and Charles

Paris, France. The City of Love, home to the Louvre, Eiffel tower , and three professional footballers.

Paris is a massive city but somehow, Julian Loki, Vivien Hugo, and Charles Chevalier manage to be spotted in every single tourist photo taken.

The whole thing started by an unassuming tourist photo in front of the Eiffel Tower, that was posted with a caption read “Best vacation ever!”

At first glance, it was a perfectly normal image. It only went viral when someone zoomed in to the background, to a blurry streak wearing a tracksuit who was sprinting across the Champ de Mars at Mach 2.

You’d think its the average person, but It was Julian Loki, completing his morning run.

People didn’t look into it too deeply at first; they just assumed the tourist got incredibly lucky catching him running.

They were wrong…(I realized the last parts lowkey suck cause idk how to execute things now…)

The Marrige Proposal

The next incident occurred during a romantic proposal under the glowing lights of the Eiffel Tower. Where a man dropped to one knee with a velvet ring box in hand. And his girlfriend gasping, The hired photographer counted down.

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

Click.

Right between the couple's shoulders, stood Julian Loki and Charles Chevalier. With Loki was smiling politely, holding up a peace sign and Charles was standing right next to him, striking the exact same peace-sign pose.

The couple was absolutely overjoyed by the unexpected guests and framed the picture anyway.

Side Quest Marathon

Later that week, thousands of runners gathered for a high-profile charity race.

Loki, completely oblivious to it accidentally crossed the starting line just as the starting pistol fired. And he had no idea what was going on but decided to just go ahead and run.

He crossed the finish line in first place before realizing it was an official, closed-course event.

The official race photo captured him looking profoundly confused while receiving a gold medal.

he donated a massive sum to the fundraiser to make up for the accidental victory..

Wedding Shoot

Then came wedding photoshoot of a two newly wed, just taking pictures.The bride and groom posed elegantly, twenty feet ahead of an imposing figure standing perfectly still, Vivien Hugo.

Who was holding his phone impossibly low—tilting his head backwards with a weird angle.

The resulting camera shot captured only his sharp jawline, his chin, and seeing his interior of his nostrils. While he slowly panned the phone toward his face, completely ignoring the bride behind him.

Click.

The photographer pulled his eye away from the camera . “...Is that...?”

The bride squinted. “Oh my god, honey, that’s my idol! Vivien!”

Instead of being kicked out for crashing a private event, Vivien was immediately invited to the reception, spending the rest of the evening mingling as an honored guest.

Where is charles, julian and Vivien?

The internet blew up and began posting daily compilations. they were playing “Where is Charles, Julian, and Vivien?”

A family photo at the Louvre. Captured Loki in the left corner. Vivien's chin occupies the right corner. And Charles was seen in between them

A view of the Palace of Versailles gardens. In the extreme background, all three players are visible, just sitting at the bench while no one bothered them.

A family visiting the Louvre gathered together for a vacation photo. Everyone smiled.

They asked to be taken a picture and the person they asked was Julian counted down.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

Click.

The family all said thank you and while checking they realized that Loki took a few selfies of himself.

Charles Chevalier Becomes Someone’s Family Member

A group of tourists took a large family picture outside a famous Paris café. The lineup was massive: three grandparents, four parents, six children, and somehow… Charles…Charles was there…

Nobody noticed, charles was was just and smiling politely. One grandfather even put an arm around his shoulder to fit him into the frame.

The family didn’t realize the error until they posted it online with the caption. “Amazing family trip ❤️”

Someone immediately commented, “Is that Charles Chevalier?”

One family member replied “who?”

Charles eventually saw the trending post.

“Nice family, I loved being around you guys!”

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@finally_done: I DON’T EVEN WATCH FOOTBALL. BUT WHY IS THE VIVIEN HUGO AT MY SISTERS WEDDING?

@VisitParisWe: We cannot guarantee that they will always be in your photos.

@vivien_you_so_tuff: why does vivien take pics like that…

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“Teddy Night Backlash”—Teddy Knight

The internet’s favorite punching bag, Teddy Knight, was invited onto a late-night talk show to react to the countless memes, edits, and tweets people had made about him.

The interviewer smiled sympathetically.

“Hello, Teddy… I just want to say that—you don’t have to look at these if you don’t want to.”

The camera panned to Teddy. Completely expressionless,but he gave a small nod and a small thumbs up

“It is truly okay, I’m prepared and I’ve already seen some of it.”

“…Well.” The interviewer cleared his throat. “Okay then.”

The first tweet flashed on the big screen.

COMMENT ONE

“He is the least exciting person to look at.”

Teddy stared at the screen, blinking once.

The next one popped up immediately,

COMMENT TWO

“FIRST UGLY AND CHOPPED 😭😭”

Teddy tilted his head slightly,

And another comment loaded.

COMMENT THREE

“NEW GEN X NPC.”

The interviewer leaned over, looking genuinely concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Teddy replied softly.

The internet had begun making up completely fake, ridiculously specific scenarios just to paint Teddy as the most mundane boring person alive.

The final post had over five million views. It was a completely normal, picture of Teddy standing.

No edit. No caption. No audio.

And the top comment read

“He’s just… there.”

The studio went silent and for a brief second before the entire front row of the audience and the interviewer completely were quiet.

“So… Teddy. Any message for the internet?”

Teddy looked directly into the camera lens, his expression entirely sincere, devoid of any malice.

“I promise…” Teddy paused, swallowed hard, and finished, “…I’m more interesting in person.” Teddy just gave a polite, tiny wave to the lens.

The interview finally ended.

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@Im_finally_finally_done: okay now I feel bad. He’s literally just a polite boy.

↳ @icannotwithteddy: no, don’t feel bad.

| Sypnosis: During your final year of junior high, you finally grow close to Itoshi Rin. Between late-night phone calls and quiet moments, your feelings deepen—but loving someone doesn’t always mean they’ll love you back.

| Angst but happy ending…maybe—kinda bs this…but I hope it was okay…

Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III

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Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!

III. Rin was all you knew…so goodbye Itoshi Rin.

⸺

Time had moved on.

Flowers faded only to return,one again. the weather changes through the days, memories were made and lost, and regrets have been made.

“It was early spring again,” the very season when I finally had to let go of the person I had been desperately holding onto. Fresh leaves and blossoms began to bloom, slowly replacing the barren branches.

After that day, the thing you’ve always wanted to say—was out.

You had confessed.

In the aftermath, you couldn’t look him in the eye.

You avoided him completely, though you could always feel his gaze on you—like someone trying to reach out, but unable to bring himself to do it.

It was supposed to be a bittersweet milestone of growing up and moving on. The people all around you, people laughed, cheered, and hugged, trading promises to see each other again.

But you knew no such promises existed between the two of you.

⸺

“We listened to death metal together, do you remember that day, Rin? When we were waiting for our trains... I’ll miss listening to music with you.”

⸺

The ceremony was alive with laughter as everyone and exchanged—final goodbyes.

Ema pulled you into a tight hug, murmuring how happy she was to see you doing well. Nearby, Mahiro joked that he would “become rich before anyone else,” prompting you to slap his forearm while Kouki laughed at the display.

You were happy.

But there was still one person you never truly said goodbye to.

⸺

“Maybe this is goodbye, Rin.”

⸺

High school had finally arrived, bringing back an all-too-familiar junior high experience—but it was different.

During the entrance ceremony, your eyes searched the crowd, but there was no familiar face to lock onto, no one who made your heart skip a beat.

The new classroom felt entirely different. The atmosphere was subdued; there were no tight-knit groups causing a scene, and the guys at the back weren't pulling their usual antics and playing around.

Nobody was screaming, gushing or cheering.

It was all too different with different people.

Mahiro and Ema had been placed in the classroom next door, leaving only you and Kouki together. Still, the group made consistent plans to hang out or walk to cram school after class.

And at home, the suffocating silence that used to fill the rooms began to lift up in the atmosphere.

Talking with your family was still awkward, but the dynamics were getting the better.

“ many things had changed, too.” You thought to your self.

The late-night texts you used to wait for at 10:45 PM vanished altogether.

There was no longer a point in staring at the screen or waiting for a text.

⸺

“I wonder, have you forgotten about me?”

⸺

You hadn’t texted him, and he hadn't reached out to you.

Before you knew it, the urge to reconcile simply disappeared.

Not only that but, you’ve changed too. Your family noticed the subtle differences ; your mother no longer found untouched lunches sitting at the counter.

You were trying, day after day, to pull yourself together . It hadn’t completely vanished—it still was there—but you no longer allowed it to swallow you whole.

High school was different from Junior High.

Sometimes, though. You would still instinctively reach for your phone around midnight.

Your thumb would hovering on Rin’s contact info, before you quietly locked the screen.

There was nothing left to say anyway.

⸺

“How are you doing, Rin?”

⸺

Months had passed.

One afternoon, you were walking through the living room when the television caught your attention. Someone in the family had left it running in an empty room, the audio serving as background noise. A sports newscaster was speaking excitedly.

“...Japan’s newest football project—”

You didn't plan on listening. You didn't even bother reaching for the remote. But then the announcer's voice cut through the room again.

“—Blue Lock, created by Jinpachi Ego, will go against Japan’s National U-20 team, captained by Oliver Aiku and—the national treasure, Itoshi Sae—being part of the line up.” The news reporter continued .

Your feet froze when the camera panned to the players representing this mysterious Blue Lock project. Striking blue eyes, a flat, unbothered expression—a face you knew by heart.

“...Itoshi Rin, Yoichi Isagi, Ryusei Shidou...”

The world seemed to tilt. On the screen, he looked different. He was much older, taller than you had anticipated, and his features had grown sharper.

But his eyes remained exactly the same. The reporter continued to ramble about the future of Japanese football and how Blue Lock would change everything, but the words blurred into static.

You simply stood there, watching him. A quiet wave of happiness washed over you just seeing him standing on that stage. This was the same boy who used to buy strawberry milk without ever admitting he liked it. The same boy who stayed awake with you until three in the morning because you couldn’t stop crying. The same boy who shared a pair of earphones on an empty, freezing train platform.

“...Rin...”

The name escaped your lips as a small smile finally reached your face.

The broadcast moved on to the next news story. You stayed there for another minute, staring at the screen, before quietly turning around to go about your day.

⸺

That night, you pulled open the bottom drawer of your desk and retrieved an old notebook from your junior high days. The pages had mellowed over time, filled with messy paragraphs about your friends, your daily life, and Rin.

You flipped through the memories until the pages stopped on the exact date of your confession.

You stared at the blank space at the bottom of the page, uncapped a pen, and slowly wrote one final sentence with a smile.

⸺

“Rin was all I knew. Goodbye, Itoshi Rin—you were someone I cherished and liked. I will never forget you, so thank you.”

⸺

You closed the notebook, placed it back into the drawer, and finally fell asleep.

⸺

The football stadium was packed to the brim, vibrating with the roar of enthusiastic fans. Exicted to watch the match between the Japan’s national football team against Blue Lock.

“So... since when have you been interested in football?” Kouki asked, leaning over the noise to look at you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mahiro chimed in with a grin. “It’s definitely because of Mr. long eyelashes.”

You simply nodded, offering no denial, while Ema looked at you with a soft, knowing expression. “Whatever happened between you and Itoshi Rin?”

You looked down toward the pristine green field as the players began to emerge. “...It’s a long story.”

You didn't need a promise, and you didn't need to speak to him again. You just wanted to see him play, to see how far he would go.

“I hope you do well, Rin.”

Extra. And no one knows where you go.

The stadium roared wave of tens of thousands of or more—voices crashing down from the stands.

Blue Lock stood directly across from Japan’s U-20 team.

This was the moment.

Rin stared across the pristine green field. His eyes locked onto his brother standing on the opposite side. This exact confrontation was what he had desperately wanted for years.

To prove himself,

So why…

Why did he feel so strangely calm?

His brow furrowed, a deeper frown settling on his face. It didn’t make any sense. He had imagined this countless times and worked hard for it.

He thought it would be entirely consumed by Sae.

Instead, he felt okay.

For just a fleeting, unbidden moment, your face flashed clearly in his mind.

Amidst the overwhelming noise of the stadium, he found himself genuinely wondering how you were.

The thought stayed longer than it should have,

Out of everyone who had ever crossed his path, there were only a select few people who had ever truly entered his world entirely.

You were one of them.

Then, the referee's whistle blew, piercing through the air.

| Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!

| Sypnosis: During your final year of junior high, you finally grow close to Itoshi Rin. Between late-night phone calls and quiet moments, your feelings deepen—but loving someone doesn’t always mean they’ll love you back.

| Notes : All characters are minors, No implied gender, half assed proofread—we ball. And I liked this better than the first one.

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| The biggest situation-ship ever |

Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III

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Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!

II. Cause he is not, with anyone special.

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It was the second term of your final year of junior high. A month had passed since that first late-night conversation with Rin.

Without the either of you mentioning it, texting each other every night had become routine.

Every evening, sometime after homework and dinner, your phone would light up with his name. Sometimes he texted first. Sometimes you did. The conversations weren’t always long, and they weren’t always meaningful, but they always happened.

You finally got want you wanted, to know him better.  And that made you smile every time you see his name pop up on the notifications tab.

It was  something that the two of you  started to rely on, texting each other and asking “how was your day?” 

                                ────

You rested your chin on your palm as you stared through the classroom window.

“It must be cold outside…”

The seasons had begun to change. The bright green leaves that covered the trees  with colors were slowly fading into shades of amber and brown.  Finally, Autumn had arrived.

Another year was preparing to end. 

Inside, however, your classroom remained exactly the same there were students who were laughing and crying at the same time while their friends said an inside joke about one another.  

Multiple paper airplanes sailed across the room coming from the group at the back . Someone yelled over asking for people if they wanted to play a card game with them. 

A group of four  girls  were chatting about where should they hangout next . And then a boy was leaning  too far back in his chair before crashing onto the floor with a loud bang.

Making a section of students laugh at him while some were unamused. 

You couldn’t help laughing. “That was really stupid.”

The room continued buzzing around you, but your attention had already wandered elsewhere, again. 

To Rin. 

Rin sat beside the window, earphones in as usual, and the same flat  expression. Over the past month, the version of Rin you knew had become completely different from the boy sitting across the classroom and the person you would always try to pin on and bother him with trying to get to know him. 

It was different now after many days had passed and it made you happy you were close, hopefully it was mutual. 

At night, he listened whenever your thoughts became too heavy. He would stay  on the phone until you finally calmed down enough to sleep.

Some nights, he barely spoke but you’d hear his quiet breathing through the speaker was enough and his presence seemed to lull you to sleep.  

He’d do the same too went he wanted someone to know his thoughts about football, whenever it became too much, he vented to you too.

He complained.

Whenever he  got angry.

He would talk to you about his older brother and the situation and how different things had been. 

The two of you had become closer than you ever imagined.

You used to pray for times like this and you hit the jackpot with finally being able to know him. 

Every night, when your  phone lit up with his name. You’d talk Conversations that began with simple questions somehow stretched for hours. You listened whenever he needed to vent, and he stayed on the line whenever you felt your world was going to swallow you whole.

Little by little, the two of you became each other’s quiet place—the one person you could always return to. 

But that only happened at night time.

When the sun came up…

You were strangers.

It hurts. 

Neither of you had ever talked about it. There was never an explanation or a promise—that you were friends in public. It simply just became an unspoken rule, and had to accept.

No conversations in the classroom.

No sitting together during lunch.

No waiting for each other after school.

No walking side by side through the hallways.

You’d only stare at each-other and move on. 

The version of Rin who stayed awake talking to you until three in the morning disappeared the moment he stepped through the school gates.

Whenever you gathered the courage to approach him, he always responded the same way.

“Go away.”

“Don’t sit here.”

“Why bother?”

His voice was as cold as ever, and his expression was flat and unreadable. 

To everyone else, it looked like he barely knew your name.

it hurts you every single time.

The late-night phone calls made you feel like you mattered to him, but the moment morning arrived, it seemed like nothing happened. 

───

“It is what it is.” You told yourself that every-time you felt an ache in your heart. 

After all, he knew you now. He answered your messages. He listened to you when no one else did.

That should have been enough.

“…Right…?”

Asking for more would be even more selfish and greedy of you. 

You just wanted someone—someone who was special. 

Longing for something simple like a  smile , a greeting.  One glance that said, I know you. 

Hopefully it will happen. 

                                   ⸻

“Rin finally stopped ignoring me at school today.”

                                ⸻

One afternoon, Ema had her  arm hooked tightly around yours while Mahiro walked beside the two of you, talking so loudly half the hallway could probably hear him. Earning glances from people. 

“Hurry up!” Kouki called from the front. “The convenience store’s gonna sell out if you three keep walking so slow!”

Kouki was right, Students flowed around you in every direction, creating a sea of navy colored uniforms.

Then—You spotted him.

Rin was walking toward you from the opposite end of the hallway.

Almost without thinking, you raised your hand in a tiny wave. In the past, he would’ve walked straight past you as though you weren’t even there.

This time…

His eyes met yours.

He didn’t smile.

But just before passing you, he gave the smallest nod. Then he just kept on walking.

Seeing what happened confused both Ema and Mahiro—glancing at each other if they actually saw cold lashes boy look at you. 

And for  the rest of the afternoon, you couldn’t stop smiling. You smiled so hard that it made your cheeks hurt.

                                  ⸻

11:16 PM

|You looked at me today

|Itoshi Rin: It wasn’t a big deal.

| It was for me. :)

|Itoshi Rin: I guess, wanna call?

                                ⸻

The next day arrived and it was lunch time, it was the same atmosphere in the classroom. People were outside eating at the tables, some were coming in and out of the classroom doors talking to their friends.

You slumped over your desk, exhaustion settling heavily over your body.

While your stomach growled, but there wasn’t any food in front of you.

Ema had scolded you countless times.

Mahiro constantly reminded you to pack lunch.

Even Kouki had started buying extra bread “just in case.”

You’d brush it off saying you weren’t hungry or it was a hassle to eat. Making them look at you and still being supportive enough, telling you eating will make you feel better and lessen your migranes. 

Still Most days you only drank water or milk.

Today, even that wasn’t going well.

“…They’re out of strawberry milk….”

You sighed heavily, in disappointment.

A second later— a gentle sound of a 

Thud.

A cold pink carton landed on your desk.

You blinked twice until you looked up on who was infront of you 

“I bought too many,” rin muttered flatly.

“and they’re annoying to carry—plus you told me you liked strawberry milk.” 

He looked away.

“So take it—or it would be a waste of my money.”

You nodded and  before you could even thank him, he had already turned around, returning to his seat beside the window as if nothing had happened.

You stared down at the pink carton in your hands. A blush  spread through your cheeks .

“Ohhh?” Mahiro suddenly leaned over your desk with the biggest grin imaginable. “ What do we have here?”

Ema appeared right behind him, trying—and failing—not to smirk at the event that just happened in front of their eyes.

“I thought Long Lashes didn’t talk to anybody.”

Mahiro nudged your shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows 

“But apparently he’s making strawberry milk deliveries now.”

Your face immediately burned bright red.

“He just bought too many!”

“Sure he did.”

Smack!

Kouki dropped into the seat beside you before giving your back an enthusiastic slap.

“I did not know long lashes had game.”

“—I actually bought you one too.”

He proudly held up another strawberry milk.

“But Long Lashes beat me to it.”

Mahiro burst into laughter.

“You’ve got competition.”

“I do not , I’m still , someone in … , heart” kouki argued back dramatically. You tried hiding the carton under your arms while all three of them continued teasing you.

Eventually the laughter faded.

You looked down at the drink again.

…It was strange…

Rin’s sudden shifts felt jarring. Buying you strawberry milk and acknowledging you after school contradicted his usual demeanor. 

You started to understand what was happening.

⸻

9:56 PM

|Are you still studying?

Itoshi Rin: Just finished.

|Don’t stay up too late!!

|Itoshi Rin: You're one to talk.

|Itoshi Rin: Go to sleep.

|Okay, goodnight Rinny!!

|Itoshi Rin: Don’t call me that and Goodnight Night.

The screen went dark, but the glow from your phone lingered in the pitch-black room. You stared at the final message, and smiled—replaying the single syllable over in your mind. 

                                 ⸻

The next morning, the air breeze carried a gush of chill. You pulled your uniform blazer tighter beneath the puffer jacket you hated wearing. It always felt too bulky, and suffocating 

Still, your mother insisted, so you wore it anyway to not get sick. Today, you hesitantly took your lunchbox and waved your mom goodbye. It surprised her, when you took the lunch box that she placed on the table. 

You’ve been trying to make an effort to talk to your parents even if you have to endure the awkwardness and it’s been doing decent . as you hurried through the school gates.

The school campus buzzed with its usual energetic atmosphere. Students were streamed through out the walkways in their own groups, their laughter echoing throughout the hallway corridors. 

Stepping into the classroom, your pace instinctively slowed. Your eyes drifted toward the back row.

Rin was already there.

He sat with a slight slump in his chair, gazing out the window at the bare branches swaying gently outside. The pale morning sunlight spilled across his desk, casting shadows along the profile  of his face.

As you approached, he caught your reflection in the window.

This time…

He didn’t immediately look away.

You stopped beside his desk.

“Morning,” you greeted, offering him a small smile.

He glanced up before quietly replying,

“Morning.”

His voice was still rough with sleep as he turned back toward the window.

“Did you sleep at all?” you asked, tilting your head to catch his gaze. “You texted me last night, but I fell asleep before I could answer. Sorry!” 

Rin finally looked at you properly. “It’s okay,” he muttered. “Oh?” you teased with a grin. “I was worried that you probably,  missed me?”

“…Don’t start…”

You couldn’t help laughing. Even though he tried to look annoyed, he never reached for his earphones or dismissed you the way he once would have.

To everyone else, Itoshi Rin was isolated and the only time you’d see him talk was in English class or having to participate on the football team.

“He could be well liked by people if he didn’t have that blunt and unfriendly attitude of his.” 

That’s was one of your first insights about him in the beginning of Junior high. 

People would talk. 

Girls whispered about him in the hallways but whenever they try to get to know him it soured their feelings. 

Boys admired him from a distance , some absolutely hated him out of annoyance by his attitude.

Teachers rarely bothered trying to understand him

But no one would ever guess that this was the same boy spent hours talking to you over the phone after midnight.

The morning bell rang, abruptly shattering the quiet moment between you.

Students hurried back to their seats as the homeroom teacher entered with a stack of handouts tucked beneath one arm.

You reluctantly returned to your desk.

Throughout the announcements, you caught yourself feeling someone’s eyes on you.

Each time you casually glanced over your shoulder, Rin would immediately lower his gaze to whatever textbook happened to be open on his desk, pretending to read.

You smiled to yourself. Looks like  you weren’t the only one who kept looking anymore.

By lunchtime, the classroom had erupted into its usual chaos. Desks were pushed together, lunchboxes opened, and conversations overlapped until the room buzzed with noise.

You had just unwrapped your lunch  when a familiar shadow fell across your desk.

You thought it was Mahiro, Ema or Kouki but you looked back seeing them and they were behind you just giving you a thumbs up, which left you dumbfounded until you looked up 

 And saw  found Rin standing infront of you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

“Hey, …, are you going to eat?” he asked.

You blinked.

“I was planning to.”

Usually, he disappeared somewhere quiet during lunch—where no one would bother him.

“Do you want to go together?”

He hesitated.

“Sure...just don’t walk besides me.”

A grin spread across your face.

“Okay.”

Without another word, he turned and headed toward the door.

You quietly packed your lunch before following several steps behind him. And looked at your friends who were cheering you on and Mahiro making a dumbass look on his face making you give him a death glare while Kouki laughed patting his back. 

                                ⸻

Five steps behind.

You trailed him by staying, five steps behind, It was enough to make it look like you weren’t together. Rin would slow his distance for you to be able to catch up. 

By the time you reached the outside , a cool breeze rushed past as you pushed open the heavy metal door.

Rin sat down the bench and rested his forearms against the back rest .

You joined him, setting your lunch beside you.

After a few quiet bites, you picked up a piece of the omelette your mom prepared “ its good that your finally eating.” He said and you nodded and then held your chopsticks and held it toward him.

“What are you doing?”

“Sharing!” You gleefully said.

“I brought my own lunch.”

“I know that, but taste it, tell me how my mom cooked it.”

You nudged the chopsticks closer.

Rin stared at you with obvious skepticism. Then, after several long seconds…He leaned forward.

He took the bite directly from your chopsticks.

While his fingertips brushed lightly against your hand.

The contact only lasted less than a second.

But a  warmth spread across your face till the tips of your ears. 

Rin chewed silently before crossing his arms.

“It’s mediocre.” You laughed at his response. 

Then You reached into your bag and placed a familiar pink carton beside him. Rin glanced down before looking back at you.

“You’re obsessed with strawberry milk.”

“I’m loyal and it just tastes so good.” You countered while smiling. 

He let out the faintest huff of amusement before reaching over and picking up the carton anyway.

Neither of you mentioned the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

                                 ⸻

A few nights earlier, just before midnight, your room had been completely silent.

The lights from the street filtered faintly through your curtains, and the lights were already turned of you were laying down beneath your blankets, lazily scrolling through your phone. 

You weren’t expecting anyone to call.

Especially not at that hour.

So when your phone suddenly vibrated against your bedside table, the sound startled you.

You reached over, expecting to see a random notification.

Instead, the screen illuminated with a name you knew by heart.

                                    Rin

For a few seconds, you simply stared.

It wasn’t unusual for Rin to contact you anymore. 

Your fingers moved before you could overthink it, sliding across the screen.

You lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Rinnie!”

You smiled softly, expecting the usual response.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Hahaha, okay okay”

But nothing came.

                                       “…”

The silence on the other end stretched.

You thought that maybe the call had disconnected.

Then you heard it.

A breath—an uneven—shaky breath .

Your smile slowly faded.

“Rin…?”

He didn’t answer.

Only another trembling inhale and again.

You sat up slowly, your expression changing as worry settled in your chest.

“Rin are you okay?” 

The same boy who once told you with complete confidence and muttered, “I don’t cry.”

Was now crying infront of you. 

The person on the other side of the phone sounded nothing like the Rin everyone else knew.

A quiet sound escaped him trying to swallow back everything he was feeling.

But he couldn’t.

You understood.

For a moment, you couldn’t say anything.

You remembered the first time he had told you he hated showing weakness.

You remembered the way he had looked away, almost annoyed at the idea of crying.

You tightened your grip around your phone, pressing it closer to your ear as if distance itself could disappear.

“…Rin…”

Your voice came out quieter than you intended.

“I’m here.”

The only response was another shaky breath.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

Your fingers curled slightly around the blanket.

“I’ll just listen.”

An  hour, had passed and you stayed on the line talking to him.

                              ⸻

Looking across the classroom now, nobody would ever believe it. Not a single person knew. To everyone else, Itoshi Rin was exactly who he had always appeared to be.

If someone walked up to your classmates and told them Rin had cried over the phone only a few nights ago, they would probably laugh.

And assume it was a joke.

Your eyes naturally drifted toward him, the way they always did. Ever since the entrance ceremony in your first year of junior high, out of hundreds of unfamiliar faces, your attention had landed on a boy who was standing slightly apart from everyone else. 

You couldn’t quite explain it then.

Back then, he was only a stranger you couldn't stop wondering about. 

Now, he had seen and know about you.

 The two of you were more alike than either of you ever admitted. You had cried in front of him; he had cried in front of you.

“Maybe thats the most vulnerable and intimate thing a person can do.” You thought to yourself 

                                   ⸻

“Hey rin…I’m so happy that I’ve finally met you, I’ll always be there for you.” 

                                   ⸻

   The station platform was unusually quiet that afternoon. A chilly wind swept through the tracks, carrying scattered leaves across the concrete where only a handful of students lingered beneath the overhead lights.

Your train wasn’t due for another twelve minutes.

Rin leaned against one of the support pillars, his school bag resting at his feet, while you sat on a nearby bench, absentmindedly kicking your shoes against the ground.

“ so was practice rough?” you asked, noticing the fresh scrape across his knuckles.

“…Mm…”

“You guys won, though!”

“Yeah.”

“You still look tired, rinny.”

“I’m fine.”

“Your such a liar”

The silence settled between you again—Then, Rin reached into his school bag. Without a word, he pulled out one earbud and held it toward you.

You blinked looking at him.

“For the train.”

“…Really..!” You looked at him smiling “are you sure?”

“Just, take it before I change my mind.”

Laughing softly, you accepted it. The wire stretched between you as you slid over on the bench to sit beside him.

And the quiet melody filled your ear.

Neither of you spoke. Just sat beside each other —because there wasn’t any reason to talk.

While the Trains rumbled past on the opposite tracks, announcements echoed overhead, and leaves danced across the concrete.

Every now and then, your shoulders bumped together whenever one of you shifted. Neither of you apologized.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the platform, causing you to instinctively rub your hands together.

“ … ,are you  freezing?” Rin questioned .

“I’m okay.”

“No, you're not.”

Rin sighed, quietly unwrapping the navy scarf from around his neck. Before you could even protest, he dropped it over your shoulders.

“You’ll get sick.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be okay,” his voice remained completely flat.

You pulled the warm thick fabric closer around yourself. It still held the faint heat of his skin, smelling gently of clean laundry and winter air. Your chest tightened with a sweet, sudden ache.

“Thank you, Rin.”

“ Just Give it back tomorrow.”

“I will,” you promised, adjusting the wool. “Should I wash it first?”

His head turned toward you instantly. “Don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Dont because…”Rin bit his lip, but the words had already escaped. “—It’ll stop smelling like me.”

Silence fell over the bench. The realization hit both of you at exactly the same time, and Rin’s ears turned a vivid, bright red.

“…Forget I said that.”

You stared at him, stunned, before a bright laugh burst from your lips. “I can’t believe you just admitted that!”

“I didn't.”

“You absolutely did!”

“Shut up,” he muttered, pulling his collar up, though it did nothing to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

That night, your notebook gained another page.

We shared earphones while waiting for the train today.

Rin let me borrow his scarf. He accidentally said he didn’t want me to wash it because it’d stop smelling like him. Lol, I’m going to keep teasing him.

I‘ think these ordinary afternoons are becoming my favorite part of the day. It’m happy i finally get to be near him. It makes me wonder… will we still wait for trains together after graduation?

                                 ⸻

Your phone buzzed.

11:58 PM

Itoshi Rin: Did you get home safely?

You smiled immediately.

|Yeah ( ◠‿◠ )!!

|Thanks again for the scarf!

|Itoshi Rin: Don’t forget it tomorrow.

|I won’t.

|Goodnight, Rin.

A full minute passed.

Then—

|Itoshi Rin: Goodnight, sleep well.

Months ago… You were desperately hoping he’d simply acknowledge you in the hallway.

Now—that wish came true.

                                    ───

                       “ I’m so happy Rin.”

                                   ───

 Winter had finally arrived in full force.

You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck as you hurried through the school gates, teeth chattering. "So cold, so cold..."

"Bye, Mom!" you called out, waving back at her. You had been doing so much better this past year. Everyone close to you had noticed the change, and they were all incredibly proud that you finally felt genuinely okay again.

Sliding the classroom door open, your eyes immediately searched the back row.

By lunchtime, you were sitting with Ema, Mahiro, and Kouki. But right as you were setting up your meal, a carton of strawberry milk mysteriously appeared beside your lunchbox. Mahiro watched Rin’s retreating back as he walked away, then turned his gaze back to you.

"He’s not exactly subtle anymore, you know," Mahiro pointed out.

You blinked, pausing. "What do you mean?"

"He buys you food," Kouki listed off, counting on his fingers. "He waits for you after school. He texts you every single night."

"He literally gave you his scarf last week," Ema added, nodding thoughtfully. "And the two of you spend almost all your free time together."

Your face warmed immediately, the heat rushing to your cheeks. "We’re just friends."

Mahiro exchanged a knowing look with Kouki, and they both answered in perfect unison: "Sure... yeah."

After school, you ran incredibly late. The teacher had held you back to run a few last-minute errands and gave you a gentle scolding for a missing assignment you had completely forgotten about.

By the time you finally hurried onto the station platform, you expected it to be empty.

Instead, Rin was already there, sitting quietly on the bench.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, breathless. "Did you miss your train?"

Rin looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "…Yeah…"

You let out a breath and sat down beside him, simply watching another train rumble past and disappear into the distance.

Eventually, a soft laugh escaped your lips.

"What?" Rin murmured.

"…Nothing," you replied, looking toward the tracks. "I was just thinking..."

"…We’re really quiet…”

"…Mhm..."

"And … it’s never awkward, I like it! Don't you like it too?”

For a long moment, Rin said nothing. He just stared ahead as the wind rustled his hair. Then, softly, he spoke. "Yeah…I do.”

Those two words settled somewhere incredibly deep inside your chest.

The next train arrived, but it wasn't yours. Neither of you stood up.

The train after that arrived, too. Still, neither of you moved.

"Hey…Rin?" you called out softly.

"Didn’t your train leave a while ago?"

"Yeah."

You paused, looking at him. "Why didn’t you get on it?"

He kept his eyes locked straight ahead, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. "…Didn’t feel like it."

"You stared at him. "…So you skipped your train?"

"Mm."

"Just to sit here?"

Rin gave a tiny, nonchalant shrug. "I guess."

Your heart skipped a beat, a massive wave of warmth washing over you despite the winter chill. You smiled so brightly that your cheeks actually began to hurt.

Neither of you noticed the elderly station attendant standing across the platform, watching the two of you and smiling quietly to himself. Young love was entirely obvious to the rest of the world—except, of course, to the two people living right in the middle of it.

That night, your notebook entry was short, sweet, and close to your heart:

“I saw you smile at me today. Thank you for staying beside.”

                                ───

February arrived before either of you realized it. The trees outside the classroom had long since lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches stretching across a crisp winter sky.

Graduation rehearsals had officially begun. Every conversation in class seemed to revolve around entrance exams, new schools, and what everyone planned to do after junior high.

"Stay in touch with me!"

"We have to take pictures before graduation!"

"I can’t believe it’s almost over…"

The classroom buzzed with a bittersweet excitement. When classes finally ended, you found Rin waiting beneath the front gate, his hands buried deep inside his coat pockets.

"You waited for me" you noted, walking up to him.

"You took forever." Rin replied shrugging you off.

"I was helping Ema," you explained with a soft smile. "And my friends and I were talking about summer plans and high school."

He simply nodded and the two of you started walking, the familiar path stretching out ahead was covered with thin white sheets of snow. While snowflakes landed silently on your scarves before melting away into the fabric.

"So..." you started, looking over at him. "You picked your high school?"

"Yeah.”

"The one with that major soccer program?"

He shook his head gently.

You smiled. "I figured”

"What about you?" Rin asked quietly.

"I’m going to the same high school as my friends and I guess we'll be separated after this."

The station looked entirely different beneath the falling snow.

Everything felt quieter, covered by the winter air. Even the train tracks sounded seemed softer.

The two of you settled on your usual bench followed, and without asking, Rin handed you one earbud. You accepted it without a word.

"…"

"Hey…Rin?"

"What?”

"Are we friends?"

He frowned slightly, looking at you. "What kind of question is that?"

"I don’t know," you murmured, looking down at your boots. "I was just thinking... if someone asked what we are... what would you say?"

For the first time in a long while, Rin looked genuinely caught off guard. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again.

"…"

Finally, he shifted his gaze toward the tracks. "…You’re…" He hesitated, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"you are someone special. And important."

Your breath caught in your throat.

The world felt like it stopped.

"That’s all," his face turned away completely, pretending to watch the distance. "Don’t make a big deal out of it."

You let out a soft breath. "Thank you."

That night, your notebook opened again.

Rin called me important today. He looked so embarrassed afterward. I don’t think he realized what saying something like that would do to me. I’m happy he thinks I’m special, because he is too.

Graduation is only a few weeks away. I’m scared. Not because we’re graduating, but because I don’t know if things like this can stay the same forever.

I’m scared that I won’t see him anymore.

I think… I’ll finally do it.

Your phone buzzed just before midnight.

Itoshi Rin: You awake?

|Yeah.

|Itoshi Rin: …

Several minutes passed. You smiled at the glowing screen.

| What is it?

The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared and appeared again. Then—

Itoshi Rin: Nothing.

You laughed softly to yourself.

| Liar.

Another long pause. Finally, two messages popped up in quick succession.

| Itoshi Rin: I care about you.

| Itoshi Rin: Don’t disappear after graduation.

You stared at the message.

Then your chest tightened until it almost hurt.

Your fingers hovered above the keyboard, countless thoughts rushing through your mind. 

I won't. I'll always stay. Because I love you.

Instead, you typed the only words you trusted yourself to send.

|I won’t don’t worry o(｀ω´ )o !

The call came only seconds later. Nearly two hours, you stayed connected, talking about nothing and everything until you two were tired.

Eventually, all that remained was the steady, comforting sound of each other’s breathing.

You listened until sleep pulled heavily at your eyelids. One thought lingered in your mind.

I’m going to tell him. Before junior high ends… I’m going to tell Rin how I feel.

              ⸻

Graduation arrived beneath a heavy, gray winter sky.

The ceremony itself passed in a complete blur. Teachers gave moving speeches and handed out certificates while proud parents applauded. Classmates cried openly in the hallways, exchanging signatures and promises to stay in touch.

"Don’t forget me!"

"Send me pictures!"

“We finally did it!”

"We’ll meet again!"

Your eyes searched through the crowd for only one person.

Rin.

He stood near the tall windows with his diploma tucked beneath his arm, quietly answering the occasional congratulation before slipping away whenever the conversations became too long. Just like always.

Your notebook rested safely inside your school bag. Only one final page remained. You opened it, the paper trembling slightly beneath your fingers.

“ Today’s graduation. I’m going to tell him. No matter what happens… I don’t want to regret staying silent!

Slowly, you closed the notebook. "…Okay…I can do this! "

The sky had already begun turning a brilliant, fiery orange when you finally found him. He was standing completely alone on the train platform, hands buried deep in his pockets, watching the empty tracks.

"Hi, Rin!” You waved at him.

He glanced over, his eyes softening as you took your place beside him.

Junior high was officially over. There would never be another ordinary walk home after school. A shared classroom. Another convenient excuse. This was your last shot on finally saying everything you wanted to say.

If you didn’t say it right now, you never know what could’ve happened. “Just do it, … !” Your hands began to tremble.

"Rin."

"What is it?”

"I need to tell you something."

He turned fully toward you. For the first time since you had known him, he looked nervous.

"..."

Your heart pounded so loudly it threatened to drown out the distant rumble of the approaching train.

"I..." You laughed shakily, looking down. "This is embarrassing."

"Then don’t, say it.”

"…No," you insisted, taking a slow, grounding breath. "I’ve liked you for a long time. I liked you even before we started talking. And I’m so grateful that you helped me and stayed by my side. I’ve liked you this entire time. Before everything else... I just hope that you won’t forget me, when we go our separate ways. I just wanted you to know.”

Silence fell. The cold wind swept between you on the concrete platform. Rin didn’t move. And his sharp blue eyes remained fixed on yours, unblinking.

"…"

"Please say something," you whispered.

His mouth opened, then closed again. "…I…" Another long silence stretched between you. "I don’t know."

You blinked, a small pang hitting your chest.

"I..." He frowned, looking genuinely frustrated with himself. "…I don’t know if what I feel is… that."

You stared at him, waiting.

"I like talking to you," he spoke into the wind, his voice raw. "I wait for you. I don’t hate walking home with you. I don’t hate when you call." He paused, balling his hands into tight fists inside his pockets. “I trust you…” he whispered "You’re someone who is important. But… I don’t know if that’s… love."

Your chest tightened, a cold weight settling in.

"So… you don’t like me?"

He looked genuinely conflicted, a rare vulnerability breaking through his usual stoic mask. "I don’t know. I've never... I've never thought about it."

He stopped speaking altogether.

You finally understood. A single, hot tear rolled down your cheek before you even realized you were crying. You let out a watery, breathless laugh. "You’re so unfair, Rinny.” you kept on laughing.

"…"

"I spent years—no—months trying to figure you out," you whispered, wiping at your face. "And you haven’t even figured yourself out."

"…"

"I’m sorry, ... ” It was barely a whisper. The very first apology he had ever given you. "I’m sorry."

Your vision blurred entirely. Stepping forward before fear or hesitation could stop you, you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso.

Rin froze completely. Slowly, and awkwardly, he lifted his arms and they settled carefully around your back—uncertain, on what to do, but he held onto you tightly.

The train thundered loudly in the distance, getting closer, but neither of you moved.

"I wish..." you whispered against his shoulder, closing your eyes. "…I wish you could have loved me, too."

"…Me too…”

The words slipped out before Rin even realized he had spoken them. His own eyes widened in realization.

"…I…"

He couldn’t explain it. He couldn’t take it back. He couldn’t understand the sudden ache in his own chest.

You pulled away just enough to look at him, smiling gently through your tears. He looked completely lost—and didn’t know what to say nor do with the emotions that he was feeling and currently experiencing.

"It’ll be okay," you assured him softly. "You don’t have to force yourself. I just… wanted you to know. So Thank you for saying I was someone special to you, Rin!”

The train pulled into the station with a loud, metallic screech, its bright headlights washing over the both of you. You took a step backward,

"Goodbye, Rinny.” You gave him one final smile, waving your hand.

"…"

He watched you step onto the train. The heavy doors began to slide shut. Just before they closed completely, you looked through the glass and smiled one last time.

Rin slowly lifted his hand. A tiny wave. The exact same quiet acknowledgement he had given you in the school hallway all those months ago.

And you waved back. Tears falling down your cheeks that stung. But you still smiled at him, wanting him to remember that you were okay no matter what he said.

The train surged forward, carrying you away into the winter evening. Rin remained  still watching you disappear from his fingertips.

And a tear fell from his cheek,

“goodbye, … , thank you.”

| Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!