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summary: your boyfriend's reaction to you putting his clothes on your naked body
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Miakge, Seishiro Nagi, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi takes a deep breath, and his composure finally shatters when he sees you wearing his shirt over bare skin. He slowly closes the distance between you until it disappears, his palms settling on your waist, crumpling the fabric.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he whispers, burying his nose in the curve of your neck, his warm breath scorching your skin. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, but seeing you in my clothes⊠it's too much." He begins to kiss your cheek, his lips trailing slowly, deliberately lower, down to your collarbone. His kisses are demanding and possessive, as if he has no intention of letting you go for even a second.
Ryusei Shidou
Shidou barges into the apartment with a wild grin, but the moment he sees you in his jersey, his pupils dilate to their limits. He lets out a husky chuckle and in an instant pulls you flush against him, his entire body pressing into yours. "Baby, is this a gift for me?" he rasps, greedily inhaling the scent of your hair. His hands roam boldly over your hips and waist, squeezing your body beneath the fabric with a blend of tenderness and ravenous need. "You look so damn sexy... It's stirring up so many things in me I can't even vouch for my own control. You're not going anywhere tonight "I want to feel every single inch of your skin under this damn jersey."
Sae Itoshi
Sae slowly walks into the living room and freezes, giving you a hard, piercing look. You're wearing his immaculately pressed white shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh. He silently approaches you, and a frighteningly passionate fire flashes in his eyes. Sae grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"You.. what are you doing?" he whispers, and his fingers slowly slide down the fabric, lingering on the buttons. He seems to be scolding you, but his voice is slightly trembling from his restrained desire to rip off all the buttons and enjoy the beauty of your body in his clothes: "Since you've decided to do this, then get ready for how I'm going to punish you today."
Rin Itoshi
Rin looks at you as if you're the only thing that matters in this world, and his prized self-control simply crumbles. Seeing you in his T-shirt, he pulls you sharply against him, making your heart beat in sync with his.
"You're playing with fire, wearing my things," his voice is low and dangerously sweet. "Did you think I'd just walk away? Or do you want me to show you how much I desire you?" His hand claims the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, and he captures your lips in a demanding, deep kiss that feels like all his pent-up passion.
Reo Mikage
Reo freezes, and a whole range of feelings is reflected on his face â from amazement to absolute adoration. You're wearing his expensive designer jacket that smells like his perfume. He walks up to you, and his gaze becomes possessive, almost obsessive.
"You're incredibly good in everything you wearâŠ" he gently takes your hand and kisses your palm, without taking his burning eyes off you. His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I don't want to let you go today, don't even hope."
Seishiro Nagi
Nagi, who usually seems indifferent to everything, suddenly takes the initiative. When he sees you in his T-shirt, it's more than just surprise, he pushes you onto the bed, hovering over you and pinning your wrists with his long fingers.
"I don't know what's come over me, butâŠ" an unfamiliar fire burns in his eyes, "âŠyou look too hot like this. I feel like I won't be able to sleep until I've kissed every inch of your body hidden beneath this fabric. You took my clothes, so now I'm taking your attention. Every last drop of it."
Oliver Aiku
Oliver Aiku breaks into his trademark lazy and seductive smile, leaning against the doorjamb and watching you make tea in his oversized jumper. He comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your neck.
"Did I mention today how wonderful you are?" he says in a low, velvety voice, and kisses you gently, finding a sensitive spot behind your ear. He slowly turns you around, without breaking contact. "You know, darling, seeing you in my clothes is a dangerous provocation for me. I was planning a vacation, but now I have completely different plans for this evening⊠and at you."
Michael Kaiser
Seeing you, Kaiser slowly closes the distance, and every movement of his carries a predatory grace. He takes your chin, forcing you to look straight into his blue eyes, which now hold a raging storm.
"My little thiefâŠ" he murmurs, running his thumb over your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "To wear my shirt⊠is like surrendering yourself willingly. You look so sinful and perfect in it, I want to tear it off you. Sorry, but I have no intention of being merciful."
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Miakge, Seishiro Nagi, Michael Kaiser
Ryusei Shidou
For everyone, Shido Ryusei was a natural disaster, an uncontrollable psycho, from whom it is better to stay away. And only you saw in his frantic pulse not a thirst for destruction, but a cry of loneliness. You were the only one who treated his broken knuckles after fights and did not look away when he grinned in his crazy smile. You believed that your love would be enough to subdue him.
But that evening, everything went wrong. Another skirmish between Shido and some guys outside the field turned into chaos. As always, you were there, trying to stop him, to stand between him and his anger. In the heat of the scuffle, someone pushed you-hard, backhandedly. You fell, hitting your temple on the edge of the concrete curb.
Shido froze. The world stopped for him the moment he saw the blood running down your face. He didn't remember how he scattered the crowd, how he carried you home, how he applied ice with trembling hands. It wasn't the fact that he was attacked that scared him, but the fact that his presence in your life had become a threat to your safety.
You woke up in the morning, your head was buzzing, and instead of the usual glass of water, there was a piece of paper torn from a notebook on the bedside table. The handwriting was sharp and ragged, as if every word had been written through pain and force.
"I looked at you while you were sleeping and saw the wound on your face. I did it. Not them, but my presence next to you. Yesterday I realized that if I stay, something unpleasant will happen to you again next time. I'm not made to be loved, I'm made to be feared.
Don't look for me. You'll be better off without me."
You squeezed the paper, feeling tears drip onto it. You were ready to put up with his antics and the fact that the whole world would turn on you while Shido was on your side, but you weren't ready for him to decide to protect you from problems by simply disappearing from your life.
It's been six months, but the memories of the guy haven't left you. Every time you saw a shock of bright hair in a crowd or heard a sharp, cheeky laugh, your heart skipped a beat before the realization whispered, "It's not him." You tried to move on, just like he asked. The wound on your temple had long since healed, leaving no trace, but the scar on your soul continued to ache on rainy evenings.
You were just returning from shopping that night. You walked, lost in thought, until you stopped at a pedestrian crossing. He was leaning against the wall of a building on the opposite side of the street. Shido's appearance hasn't changed in any way during this time, he noticed you too. You saw how his shoulders tensed, and the whole range of emotions flashed across his face: from surprise to sadness.
You took an involuntary step forward, your lips twitching, pronouncing his name without a sound. As soon as the traffic light flashed green, you took off without noticing anything around you. You ran towards him as if your life depended on it, and crashed into him at full speed. Tears gushed from your eyes, burning your cheeks, and you started pounding your fists on his chest. Your punches were weak due to your sobs, but there was so much accumulated pain in them that Shido didn't even try to defend himself.
"How could you?!"You screamed, choking on your tears. "Who gave you the right to decide for me?! Did you think you were saving me by leaving me alone? You just left me, Shido! You're a coward!"
Shido was silent. He just held you, letting your rage burn out in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he whispered faintly, his voice trembling, you knew he was suffering as much as you were. "I'm just... I was so afraid of hurting you. But without you, I've become nothing. I'm not leaving anymore. I swear, no matter what happens, I won't leave you anymore."
Isagi Yoichi
You've been keeping your feelings inside for years, afraid that a confession would destroy the relationship that you and Isagi already had. However, when you decided to tell him about your love, the guy did not reciprocate, asking you to give him time to think.
Today you were walking alone, but the weather turned bad and you wanted to go home, when suddenly you noticed the silhouettes of Isaga and a girl in the distance. The rain drowned out everything around you, but you heard her voice clearly, clear and determined. You were standing just a few meters away, hiding behind the corner of the cold concrete fence, and every word she said "I've loved you for a long time, Isagi!" was a physical pain in your chest.
It wasn't just sadness, it was a feeling as if all the air had been drained from my lungs at once. You've been rehearsing these words for so many months, falling asleep and waking up with his name on your lips, but you're still the loser. You saw through a veil of tears how Isagi froze, how his gaze suddenly became soft. At that moment, you understood: You don't have a chance.
Your heart ached so much that you involuntarily sobbed, pressing your palm to your lips, and took a careless step back. The sole of his sneaker squeaked loudly on the wet asphalt, hitting an empty tin can.
Isagi turned around abruptly. His gaze instantly found you pale, trembling, with a mute cry of pain in your eyes. His smile faded immediately. Genuine confusion was reflected in the blue pupils, which in a second was replaced by a frightening realization. He looked at the girl in front of him, then back at you, and his hand, which he had almost extended to his opponent, dropped limply.
The girl in front of Isagi touched his shoulder, trying to get his attention back, but Yoichi seemed petrified. Turning around, you rushed away, just not to see this picture, which is why the guy took off running after you. He quickly caught up with you, his hand gripping your wrist tightly but carefully, forcing you to stop. In a fit of emotion, you started yelling at Isagi, ordering him to let you go and asking what that girl has that you don't. Then the guy realized that you had misunderstood everything that day.
"Stupid.".. I didn't say that because I don't love you," his voice became quiet and hoarse. "I was just scared to death of messing up." You're more important to me than anyone else in the world, and I didn't want to rush it, I wanted to be worthy of your feelings. But when I saw you leaving... I realized that I didn't want to wait another second. Please excuse me.
Rin Itoshi
Your relationship with Rin was like walking on thin ice: every time you felt warm between you, he deliberately turned cold towards you and pulled away. You forgave his harshness, attributing it to a difficult character, and you became close again until the next attack of his estrangement. This cycle was exhausting for you, but love was stronger than fatigue.
Everything collapsed in one evening. Rin was stressed out after a failed workout, and your attempt to just offer him a break backfired on you.
"Do you really think I care about your 'concern'?" His voice was frighteningly flat. "Because of your concern, I've relaxed too much, it just gets in the way."
The words backhanded. This time, there was no usual irritation in his eyesâthere was absolute indifference. You froze, feeling like something had finally broken inside. Tears began to flow down your cheeks, which you no longer tried to hide.
"Okay, Rin," you whispered, and your voice was shaking with unbearable pain. "Since you want it so badly... I'll leave. I will never bother you again. Goodbye."
You turned around and left. Rin stared at the closed door with cold calm. He was sure that you would cool off and then everything would be all right again. A day passed, and Rin found himself constantly checking his phone, but there was no message. Three days passed, and the silence slowly began to weigh on him. A week later, Rin found himself thinking that he was only thinking about you in training, every second he was waiting for you to show up. A strange, suffocating feeling began to grow in his chest, and the realization came to his mind that this time you had really left.
In the evening, you heard an insistent ring at the door. When you opened it, you froze. Rin was standing in the doorway. He looked unusually disheveled, his gaze darting over your face, as if he was trying to make sure that you still existed. Rin took a step forward, invading your personal space. His hand rose slowly, almost timidly, and touched your cheek. His fingers were trembling slightly.
"I'm an idiot," he gasped, and his eyes reflected such pain that your resentment began to melt. "I thought I could do it without you. I thought it would be easier for me. But all I've been doing all week is dying to wait. You are welcome... come back. You're the only thing keeping me from going completely insane."
Sae Itoshi
You met Sae before his final triumph in Europe, and then you could still catch glimpses of something alive in his eyes. But after returning from Spain, Itoshi Sae seemed to have erased everything human in himself, replacing feelings with dry professionalism. You lived in his apartment, cooked breakfast, which he ate in complete silence, fell asleep to the sound of his laptop keys, and your communication practically came to naught. You were a person with whom he could be calm, but over time you began to feel not like a beloved girl, but just an interior detail â comfortable, but deprived of the right to a voice and emotions.
Sae returned from training that day especially withdrawn. You tried to start a conversation about his weekend plans, but he only briefly dropped it.: "I'll be busy. Do something by yourself."
You nodded silently and went out onto the balcony, so that the cold air would help hold back the tears that were bursting out, and dialed your friend's number. Sae came into the kitchen to put down an empty cup, and froze at the half-open balcony door when he heard your trembling voice.
âI can't take it anymore," you whispered, holding the phone to your ear. "Tell me, does my presence in his life bother him that much?" Sometimes it seems to me that if I disappear tomorrow, he will notice it only because there will be no one in the house to make coffee...
Sae stood motionless, and at that moment his vaunted "analytical system" malfunctioned. He always believed that he gave you stability and comfort, but your words revealed the reality: instead of freedom, he gave you only loneliness. Something clicked in his chest, and he abruptly opened the balcony door. You flinched and dropped your phone, which hit the tile with a thud.
"Sae?.." You backed away, quickly wiping your eyes.".. I'm going to my room now, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting..."
But instead of leaving, Sae took a step forward and abruptly pulled you towards him. His embrace was unusually tight, he buried his face in your hair, and you felt his hands on your back tremble slightly.
"Don't say that," his voice was quiet, but there was warmth in it. "Don't ever say that again."
He pulled back a few centimeters to look into your eyes. His gaze, usually sharp and unreadable, was now filled with confusion.
"I'm so used to shutting myself off from the whole world that I accidentally distanced myself from you. I don't feel bad with you. Conversely... You're the only one who can still make me show emotion. If you disappear, this world will become my grave. Sae gently took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry. Give me a chance to learn how to be not only a football player, but also a decent man for you."
Reo Miakge
For Reo, you were the center of the universe. He surrounded you with attention that seemed dazzling to many: expensive gifts, a personal driver home, his endless smiles in the school corridors. But there was a downside.
While Reo was in training, your world turned into hell. As soon as he disappeared behind the gym door, the whispers behind his back became ridicule. "You're not worthy of him," "Look how she grabbed his money," "Reo deserves a girl of her level, not... this."
Your notebooks turned out to be torn, things were often thrown away somewhere, and during recess you could be deliberately pushed so that you would fall to the floor to the mocking laughter of the offenders. But the worst part was the moral pressure that was put on you every day: the suggestion that you were the ballast that was dragging the heir to the Mikage Corporation to the bottom.
You were silent. You didn't want Reo to see you as a victim, you felt like if he found out, he'd be disappointed. You hid your bruises under your long sleeves and attributed your red eyes to "study fatigue." A hole was growing inside you: you yourself began to believe that you were not worthy of his radiance.
This could have continued until graduation, but one day Reo forgot his phone in class and returned for it earlier than usual. He froze in the doorway when he saw a scene that made his vision go dark. Two girls from a parallel class were standing over you while you were picking up things scattered from your bag. One of them squeamishly stepped on your palm with a shoe, squeezing it.
"Understand already," she said, "Reo will soon get enough of playing with you and throw you away. You're just a toy to him."
"That's enough... please..." your voice broke into a sob, and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back the sobs.
In the next second, the air in the classroom seemed to freeze. Reo approached so quietly and swiftly that the offenders noticed him only when he pulled the girl who was crushing your hand away from you with a steel grip.
"Do you even understand what you're doing right now?" Reo said softly, but there was obvious anger in his eyes.
The offenders turned pale. All their pride evaporated before the power and influence of Mikage. They rushed out of the classroom without waiting for an answer.
Reo immediately knelt down next to you. Seeing your trembling body and broken knees, he felt like his heart was breaking into pieces.
"and how long has this been happening?.." he breathed out, gently taking your face in his hands. "Why didn't you tell me?"
You were silent, but there was nowhere else to go. "I was afraid that then their words would come true," you whispered, finally letting the tears flow. "I was worried about ruining your reputation. That I'm really not your match."
Reo hugged you so tightly that it became difficult for you to breathe. He nuzzled your hair, and you felt him tremble slightly at the realization of the pain you endured alone for him.
"Listen to me," he whispered. "This whole world is not worth a single tear of yours. If someone dares to open their mouth in your direction again, they will regret that they were born at all. You are the best thing that has happened in my life, and I am not worthy of you suffering because of me."
He picked you up in his arms, deciding that he would not leave you alone for a second longer.
Seishiro Nagi
Previously, you and Nagi could spend hours lying on the couch playing video games, eating junk food and laughing at silly videos. Nagi didn't have to pretend, he could be sincere with you and not worry about anything. But gradually, everything started to change. With the advent of professional football into Nagi's life and his obsession with new goals, his laziness in relationships became critical. He stopped responding to messages, forgot about meetings, and brushed off your attempts to talk, saying it was "too much trouble." You stopped feeling like a loved one. As a result, you broke up.: quietly, without scandals, they just went their separate ways. Nagi bought a new phone, moved only the most important things, and seemed to have completely erased you from his life.
It's been six months. Nagi achieved a lot on the field, but there was a frightening silence in his life. He used to call it "comfort," but now he understands.: it was an endless, suffocating melancholy. Without your laughter in the background and your messages, the world has become colorless.
One day, while rummaging through a desk drawer in search of a charger, he came across his old phone. Nagi pressed the power button, and the screen glowed faintly. The first thing he saw was the screensaver. There was a picture on the wallpaper.: Both of you, disheveled and sleepy, smile at the camera, and you try to kiss him on the cheek while he pretends to be unhappy.
His fingers twitched. He went into the gallery. There were hundreds of pictures: here you are feeding him with a spoon when he was too lazy to raise his hand; here you fell asleep in an embrace right on the floor; here is a short video where you laugh, and he looks at you with tenderness.
Something cracked in Naga's chest. A single tear fell on the screen, right on your face. There's another one behind it. He had been crying very hard, but now he was sobbing, realizing that he had lazily thrown away the most valuable thing he had. He wasn't just bored. He was dying from the realization of the emptiness that was eating away at him from the inside out.
With trembling hands, he logged into his contact list. Your number was still there. Nagi didn't waitâhe dialed it, praying that you wouldn't change your SIM card.
â Hello?.. â your voice on the phone sounded like music from a distant, happy dream.
Nagi sniffed, not trying to hide the fact that he was crying. "Please don't hang up, I'm... I'm such an idiot." I thought it was hard for me to live with you, but I realized that I really couldn't even breathe without you.
He spoke haltingly, apologizing for every time he ignored you, for every cold word.
"I'll find you wherever you are." I will never say again that it is "troublesome" for me to be with you. Please give me a chance to just sit next to you... just like before.
You listened to his halting, tear-soaked speech, and the world around you seemed to freeze. The anger that you've been cultivating for these months crumbled to dust at the mere sound of his broken voice.
"Naked.".. â you finally exhaled, and the tears that you had been holding back for so long began to flow down your cheeks. â You have no idea how much I've been waiting for this call. I was so mad at you... I tried to hate you, but.. Of course I couldn't do it.
You pressed your free hand to your lips, trying to calm your breathing, but your shoulders were shaking and your heart was clenching.
"I don't want any more silence, Nagi. Come. Right now. I don't care about apologies, it's just... Just stay here.
On the other end of the line, you could hear him grabbing his keys and packing along the way. You texted him your address and the guy immediately ran to you.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser always felt superior to others, but when he realized that your smile made his heart beat outside the set rhythm, he was afraid. For him, affection was synonymous with vulnerability, a crack in the image he had so carefully built. And then he decided to "eliminate the threat." At parties after matches, he deliberately flirted with models, watching you turn pale out of the corner of his eye. He would throw cold, sarcastic phrases in your face: "Make no mistake, you're just a temporary person in my life." He was waiting for you to break down so that his "weakness" would go away by itself.
And you "broke down", you left. No screams or scenes. It's just that one day he returned to an empty apartment where your things were no longer there. The Kaiser was celebrating his victory, he was invincible again. But every day the silence in the room became unbearable, and his "crown" became heavier and heavier.
It's been a few months. Kaiser walked through the evening city, hiding his face behind the hood of a hoodie. He was heading to a restaurant when his gaze froze on the window of a small coffee shop.
You were sitting there at the corner table. There was a guy sitting across from you, an ordinary guy with no status or appearance. He was talking enthusiastically, and you... You were laughing. As sincerely and openly as she used to laugh just for Michael.
For you, this person was just a friend you met to discuss business with, but the Kaiser didn't know that. At that moment, something hurt in his chest. Looking at you, he realized a monstrous truth: he did not "protect" himself, he personally destroyed what gave him so much strength all this time.
Kaiser couldn't bring himself to leave. He yanked open the door of the coffee shop, stormed inside and, ignoring your companion, collapsed on his knees in front of you right in the middle of the hall.
"Please don't look at him like that," Kaiser croaked, pressing his forehead against your knees. "I lied. I hurt you because I'm a coward who was scared of how much I needed you. You can get back at me any way you want, but don't you dare give yourself to someone else."
He looked up at you, full of tears and despair, publicly destroying his perfect image for the sake of one forgiving look from you.
summary: sometimes words hurt more than any blow to the face, plunging a knife into the heart, even if they originally had no negative meaning.
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Michael Kaiser
content: angst to fluff
Yoichi Isagi
On one of his rare days off, Isagi suggested that you meet in the park, and while there, you showed him your notebook with trepidation, on the page of which was his portrait â cute, lively, though not perfect from the point of view of technology. You confessed to him that although the result is still far from perfect, the very process of drawing brings you incredible pleasure. Isagi, whose mind had been completely rebuilt to fit the logic of survival and constant growth, frowned. He didn't want to offend you, he just wanted to give advice so that you wouldn't waste your energy, but his "selfish" vision of the world played a cruel joke. He dryly said that doing something without the goal of becoming the best in the world is stupid, and you should do something productive. You closed your notebook, and something went out in your eyes.
A few weeks later, when you met again, Isagi didn't recognize you. You no longer carried pencils with you, your fingers were not stained with graphite, and your eyes became cold, just like his. You stopped being creative and started learning programming â something "useful" and "effective", but your words no longer had the light that always warmed a guy after grueling workouts. Looking at your blank, disciplined face, Isagi suddenly realized what a mistake he had made. He realized that by trying to "optimize" your life in his image, he had personally destroyed that unique spark that made you happy. After your dinner at the cafe, Isagi suggested that you meet at your house tomorrow, and you agreed.
The guy actually came to you the next morning, but with a big package. It turned out that he bought the best art supplies for you, which you once mentioned in passing. He explained at length and clumsily that he was an idiot who was fixated on the result, and admitted that your imperfect portrait was more precious to him than any gold cup, because your soul was in it.
Ryusei Shidou
Shido Ryusei always lived at the peak of his emotions, and his words often came out faster than he could comprehend them. You tried to engage him in a conversation about your feelings and how important stability in your relationship is to you. Shido, for whom life is an eternal drive and search for supreme pleasure, simply couldn't stand it and rudely blurted out that your emotions are a "boring and cheap drama" that extinguishes his fire, while casually mentioning one of his acquaintances, emphasizing how funny and easyâgoing she is, adding that with It's never as stuffy as it is with you. He didn't want to say that you were worse, he just wanted you to "catch fire" in his understanding, but the result was devastating. The resentment inside you transformed into a cold determination to completely erase the version of yourself that he found boring.
A month later, Shido froze in place when he saw you on the doorstep. You dyed your hair a bright color, put on provocatively revealing clothes that you never liked, and donned the mask of an eternally cheerful "party girl." You started being very active, laughing loudly at every joke he made, andâstrangest of allâyou stopped arguing. You agreed with every word he said, turning into a perfect reflection of the most "interesting" girl from his stories. But instead of the expected delight, Shido felt his stomach tighten with disgust. Looking at your fake enthusiasm and the way you're now agreeing with him in everything, he suddenly realized that he had strangled the spark that made you special. He didn't need an "active" girl; he missed that girl who knew how to look at things from her own angle, who had the courage to defy him and whose nature was the only place for him where he could really take a breath. He admitted that his comparison was dumb, and now he's doing everything to make you feel safe again while maintaining your naturalness.
Rin Itoshi
Rin Itoshi always wanted to surpass his brother, and he trained a lot for this. One evening, you cooked a special dinner for him, trying to make it delicious and homely, but Rin barely looked at the plate and coldly pushed it away from him. His gaze was full of contempt as he began listing calories and fats, declaring that such food is "poison to the body." The guy took care of your health, but his words were too cruel, before he left, he said that it would also do you good to watch what you "stuff into yourself." These words are deeply embedded in your heart, you didn't know about following proper and healthy diets, so you practically stopped eating. One day, when you met in the park, you felt the world around you slowly begin to darken and spin. Due to a severe calorie deficit and lack of strength, your body simply gave up and you fainted right in front of Rin. He barely managed to catch you before you hit the ground. Seeing your pale face and feeling how fragile and light you have become, Rin felt an icy horror.
As a result, when you came to your senses in the hospital, Rin was there â his gaze was no longer prickly, there was deep remorse and fear in it. He didn't lecture, but instead quietly apologized, admitting that his obsession with training had driven him insane. "I was an idiot," he said dully, "I demanded discipline from you and forgot that I love you precisely for the warmth that you brought to my world." He admitted that your food and your health mean infinitely more to him than any numbers in the calorie table. To make up for it, he put aside his endless workouts and began cooking for you, making sure that you regained the strength and joy that he so stupidly almost destroyed.
Reo Mikage
Reo Mikage is a man who sincerely wants to be a support for you, but it was his excessive care that caused a painful misunderstanding. One day, when you were enthusiastically telling him about your new part-time job, where you had to work hard, Reo, driven by his boundless love, gently interrupted you. He said that you "don't have to work so hard" and that your efforts look "pointless", because he is always there and can solve any of your problems in an instant. He added that it's better for you to just enjoy life and be a "beautiful flower" next to him, rather than wasting your energy on useless work. Reo wanted you to be happy and free from worries, but to you it sounded like he didn't believe in your abilities and considered you incapable of doing anything serious. To prove your independence, you began to refuse any help from him and stopped sharing your successes with him, afraid to hear again that they "don't matter." You turned into a "strong and independent" person who no longer even allowed him to hold the door or pay for coffee, your gaze became closed, and a cold distance appeared in your voice. It hurt, but he realized the main thing. He recalled his own childhood, when he did not need huge amounts of money or readyâmade prospects for the future from his father - he wanted to find "his treasure" himself, with his own hands. He realized that by offering you everything on a platter, he became the same "suppressor" for you that his parents were for him.
In the end, Reo came to you, his voice trembling with sincere remorse. He confessed that he was blinded by the desire to save you from the pain that a hard path to any goal brings, and forgot that it is this path that makes a person alive. To make amends, he decided not to interfere in your affairs himself, but only to express his opinion about your work when you ask for honest criticism, and just support you, emphasizing your strengths.
Seishiro Nagi
Seishiro Nagi always lived in his own rhythm, when your relationship was just beginning, his passivity seemed sweet to you, but over time his detachment became frightening. One day, when you tried to engage him in a conversation about your feelings and just spend time together, Nagi didn't even take his eyes off the phone screen. When you tried to get his attention again, he just sighed heavily and lazily said that you had become "too annoying." He added that your constant efforts to organize your leisure time and conversations are "a complete hassle" that tires him. Nagi didn't plan to hurt you, he just expressed his tiredness, not realizing that to you his words sounded like "I'm tired of you."
Resentment turned into cold detachment, and you changed so dramatically that it pierced even Naga's thick armor of indifference. You stopped initiating meetings, stopped texting first, and no longer asked how his day was. You went about your life, filling it with things in which he had no place, and began to behave with exaggerated politeness, but distantly, just like himself. A month later, Nagi found himself in an empty room where no one bothered him, and suddenly realized that this silence scared him. Without your "meddling" his world has become gray and flat. Watching you calmly walk past him without trying to speak, he realized that the very "hassle" he was brushing off was actually the only thing that made his heart beat so fast.
As a result, Nagi, for whom any action was a feat, began to show unprecedented activity for him. He started coming to you uninvited, silently sitting next to you and looking for your gaze, not knowing where to start. In the end, he apologized clumsily but sincerely, admitting that he was selfish and stupid when he called your concern a nuisance.
Sae Itoshi
Sae Itoshi always evaluated the world through the prism of exclusivity, and his cold calculation did not spare even what you loved the most. You were a singer, and your voice was gentle, deep, and sincere, but you just couldn't gain popularity. You shared your songs with Sae, not seeking fame, but simply enjoying the creative process, but for Sae, accustomed to world recognition, this was not enough. One evening, you showed him your new recording, and he indifferently said, "Your voice is being wasted.":
"Without the popularity and acceptance of the masses, your singing is just background noise, and if you can't become number one in the industry, then it's not yours."
The guy didn't think he could say anything offensive, but over time he began to notice that it was getting too quiet in your apartment. You were no longer humming to yourself or recording snatches of tunes on your phone. You changed from bright outfits to formal suits and found a "serious" office job where your voice was used only for dry reading of reports. Your gaze became icy and empty, the guy expected you to become "better", but instead he saw in front of him a broken man who simply stopped dreaming.
As a result, Sae, whose pride has always been higher than mountains, felt like a loser for the first time. He found the very recording he had criticized and listened to it again, realizing that the beauty of your voice never needed millions of views- it was perfect on its own. He apologized, said that he loves you and wants to see you happy, recognizing your talent. To redeem himself, he began secretly supporting your work so that more people could find out about you. Eventually, you were noticed by a famous producer who wanted to sign a contract.
Michael Kaiser
Michael Kaiser is used to everything in this world revolving around his "imperial" persona, and your sincere support flattered his ego at first, but one day he crossed the line. One day, when you were trying to cheer him up after a grueling workout, Kaiser, being in a bad mood, abruptly cut off your speech. He remarked with an icy grin that your kindness is just a sign of your lack of self-control. He added that you are "too convenient" and "spineless" because you always forgive his antics and put his interests above your own. You left when you realized that he mistook your love for weakness and your kindness for lack of character.
You've changed: you stopped caring about his comfort, started responding to his barbs with caustic sarcasm, and never offered to help first. Your gaze has become calculating, and your manner of communication is a mirror image of his own arrogance. You built such boundaries around yourself that the Kaiser could no longer approach you without an official reason. Seeing how you coldly and professionally nod at him when you meet, without showing a drop of the old warmth, Michael suddenly felt his ideal world begin to crack at the seams. He realized that that "comfortable" softness, which he despised so much, was the only thing that made his life not just a survival, but something real. As a result, Kaiser, whose ego usually does not allow defeats, admitted his complete collapse in his relationship with you. He confessed that his words were completely stupid, and in fact he always admired your ability to stay kind in a world full of monsters like him. He admitted that he loved your true gentleness and that it was your ability to forgive that was the manifestation of the greatest strength he had ever seen. Now he's doing everything to earn your smile again, dutifully accepting any coldness you feel, just so that one day you allow yourself to be gentle next to him again.
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Unexpected surprise. Blue Lock
summary: Your boyfriend's reaction to the fact that you suddenly did explicit cosplay
Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Ryusei Shidou, Seishiro Nagi, Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Michael Kaiser x cosplayer!reader
Ryusei Shidou
Shido came to visit you, as you requested, to evaluate another cosplay. You usually cosplayed cute anime girls, so the guy expected to see something like that again, but this time he was in for a surprise. Ryusei freezes at the sight of you, and his eyes flash with almost wild delight. A wide, predatory grin spreads across his face, and a noticeable tremor of anticipation runs through his body.
"Oh, hoâŠ" he says. "Just look at this! Have you decided to finish me off completely today?"
He doesn't wait for an invitation. Shido crosses the distance between you in two steps. You barely have time to gasp before his hot hands are on your hips, squeezing them imperiously.
"Shido, be careful, the details are fragile hereâŠ" you try to insert a word, but he just laughs, throwing his head back.
"The details? Fuck them." He leans so close to your face that your noses are touching. His eyes are shining with sincere admiration. "I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. You're just⊠perfect."
He abruptly grabs you by the hips, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, and circles around the room, bursting into his characteristic loud laughter. There is not a drop of laziness or timidity in his movements â only pure delight that you belong to him. He lowers you onto the bed, hanging over you and resting his hands on either side of your head.
"You know what? He whispers, and his voice goes dangerously low, vibrating right against your throat. â I need to evaluate koslpey, right? Then I want to see you in it from all sides and angles.
He starts kissing your neck, audaciously and passionately, not caring at all about what might ruin your makeup or hairstyle. The rest of the evening turns into a whirlwind of his compliments, loud laughter and endless touching.
Yoichi Isagi
The soft click of the door lock cuts through the silence of the apartment, and you hear familiar footsteps. Isagi returned from another exhausting training session. You stand in the center of the room, holding your breath, completely transformed: a wig with styling, filigree makeup that changed your facial features, and a costume that took weeks of painstaking work.
"I'm home! You won't believe what we're doing todayâŠ" Isagi stops in mid-sentence when his gaze falls on you.
You see his eyes flash with surprise.
"You look⊠incredible," he finally exhales, blushing a little.
His fatigue disappears in an instant, replaced by pure delight. He takes a cautious step towards her, as if afraid that this mirage will dissipate if he is too sharp. He slowly raises his hand, and his fingers barely touch your cheek, skirting the makeup areas with such tenderness, as if you are a priceless work of art.
"Forget about the photos for today," he says softly, pulling back just a millimeter. "I don't want to share this view with anyone. Let's just be alone."
Isagi picks you up in his arms, and you involuntarily cry out in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck. He gently carries you to the couch, laying you down on it, and sitting next to you. For the rest of the evening, he doesn't let you go a step, every now and then running his fingers through your hair or kissing your shoulders and palms.
Sae Itoshi
Standing in front of the mirror, you adjust the thin chains and defiantly exposed corset of your new cosplay. The fabric barely covers the skin, and the image seems so bold that you planned to just take a couple of shots for yourself and quickly change clothes, too embarrassed to show it to Sae, a man whose taste is impeccable and standards for everything in life are prohibitively high. However, the sudden click of the door handle makes your heart skip a beat. The door to the room opens, and Sae freezes on the threshold. His fingers are still gripping the pen, and his bag is slung over his shoulder. He came in for some small change, not expecting to find you here like this. You freeze, feeling the blush flood your face. Sae is usually unperturbed, his face always shows some kind of displeasure, but now you can see his eyebrows twitching slightly and his pupils dilating.
"Sae⊠I⊠I was just trying it on, it's not what you might think," you stammer, instinctively trying to cover yourself with your hands.
He silently walks into the room, closing the door behind him. The guy gently but confidently grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He runs his thumb slowly over your lower lip, and you feel your legs give out. He suddenly wraps his arms around your waist and easily lifts you off the floor, sitting you on the edge of the table. His hands lie possessively on your lap, pulling you closer to him.
"Apparently, I'm staying at home today," he said softly, gently kissing your neck and moving his kisses lower.
Rin Itoshi
You jokingly asked why Rin doesn't take pictures of you like other people at festivals, to which Rin gave a slightly rude answer, saying that your cosplays are ordinary and not much different from ordinary clothes. Of course you knew he didn't mean anything bad, but you didn't like it and decided to do the most unusual cosplay you could. You were standing in the center of the room, putting on the final touches of makeup, when you heard the door open. Rin came in with his usual frown on his face to ask something, but the words died on his lips. He stopped dead in his tracks, and his eyes carefully swept over your figure. Did you see how his shoulders tensed at the sight of you in such an open manner?
"Well?" You asked with a slight challenge, adjusting the strap on your hip.
Rin was silent for a few seconds, and then he began to slowly approach you, and his gaze suddenly became heavy and clouded
YouâŠ" he whispered right into your lips, and in his voice there was that possessive, sweet jealousy that he so carefully hid. "Are you kidding me?"
"I just decided to dress 'unusual,' Rin," you teased him, but he didn't smile. Instead, he abruptly but carefully grabbed you by the waist, pulling you towards him.
He buried his forehead into your shoulder, sighing heavily, as if trying to cope with a storm of emotions inside. You felt his arms tighten around your waist.
"You look too⊠impressive," he admitted, still without looking up. "I'm sorry if my words hurt you back then,"
He pulled away, his face still red from embarrassment and jealousy, but his gaze softened.
"I'm not letting you go outside like that," he said firmly, adjusting the camera. "But I want one picture." Just for myself.
He took a picture when you, confused and happy, smiled slightly at him. For the rest of the evening, he was extremely affectionate while you posed for him in every possible way, even when he wasn't filming you.
Reo Mikage
Reo often helped you with cosplays, sometimes giving you money to buy some parts that are difficult to make yourself, so you decided to thank him. You know that Reo has everything that money can buy, so your only way to really surprise him is to do something unusual and daring for him. You're standing in the center of the living room, adjusting the details of your surprise. When the front door opens, you freeze. Reo Mikage enters the room, loosening the knot of his tie as he goes. He looks a little tired after endless meetings and family affairs, his thoughts are still occupied with some numbers and plans. But as soon as he looks up and sees you, all his business acumen instantly evaporates.
"I'm homeâŠ" he says, but the sentence ends in mid-sentence.
Reo freezes, and you see how his gaze slowly, with undisguised trepidation, glides over your open shoulders, the curve of your waist and long legs. The momentary confusion is replaced by delight, which he does not even try to hide.
"This⊠for you," you're smiling a little, even though your heart is racing.
Reo closes the distance between you in the blink of an eye. He doesn't just come over, he pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you to him
. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling the scent of your perfume. "I've been thinking all day about how I want to get back to you as soon as possible, but I never imagined in my wildest fantasies that I would see such a thing."
"You look amazing," he says, and his hand gently strokes your thigh in the open neckline of the suit. "Forget about dinner at the restaurant, I'm not letting you go anywhere like this." We're going to spend the evening together tonight. Just you and me.
He kisses you gently, and that kiss lingers, turning into something deep and longing. Reo doesn't let you out of his arms for the rest of the evening.
Seishiro Nagi
Nagi has been even more detached than usual these past few days. He talked to you less, answering your questions with a short "uh-huh" or a barely noticeable nod of his head. You understood that this was his character, but inside there was a desire to shake up this dreamy world of his, so you decided on the most explicit cosplay in your collection.
When you left the room, you were wearing an outfit consisting of thin ribbons, lace, and barely noticeable fabric that left most of your body exposed. You walked past him into the living room, deliberately brushing the edge of your cape against his legs, and froze at the window, pretending to fix your wig.
Nagi didn't even look up at first, continuing to idly swipe his fingers across the screen. But when he caught your silhouette in his peripheral vision, his fingers froze for a moment. He turned his head slowly, very slowly. The smartphone fell out of his hands, landing on the pillow with a thud, but Seishiro didn't even move to pick it up.
"Nagi⊠aren't you bored?" you asked softly, turning to him.
He was silent. His gray eyes, usually clouded with laziness, now burned with a strange, feverish gleam. He looked at you as if he saw you for the first time, studying every curve of your body, every line that was emphasized by that bold suit. Nagi slowly sat up, and you saw his adam's apple twitch.
"OhâŠ" his voice sounded unexpectedly hoarse. He got up from the couch, his tall, slightly stooped figure looming over you, creating a feeling of crowding in a huge room.
He came close. His hand slowly rose, and he touched your collarbone with his fingertips. You felt a shudder go through his body. Nagi always seemed cold, but now there was an almost palpable heat coming from him.
"You.. very sweet in that," and there was more passion in that silence than in any words. His gaze dropped lower, to her bare waist, and he jerked his hand away as if he'd been burned.
"Wait here," he said, suddenly turning around and heading for the bedroom.
You blinked in confusion, deciding that the plan had failed, but a second later he returned, carrying his biggest hoodie. Before you could say anything, he literally threw it over you, drowning your fragile figure in a dense soft fabric.
"There's a draft in here," he muttered, looking away. His ears were noticeably red. "You'll catch a cold."
You smiled, realizing that the room was actually warm. You saw how hard he was breathing and how tightly his lips were compressed. Nagi wasn't afraid of the draft, he was just desperately trying to hide you from his own gaze, afraid that if he continued to stare at you in that outfit for even one more second, he would completely lose control and would not be able to restrain himself.
"Nagi, do you really think I'm cold?" you asked slyly, coming closer.
"I think so," he snapped, pulling you to him and hugging you tightly. "It's too dangerous. Just stand there and don't move."
You laughed, but you didn't really resist. The guy picked you up to carry you to the couch, and sat on it, sitting you on his lap. For the rest of the evening, he didn't let you out of his arms, preferring to feel you next to him, and you waited for an excuse to talk about the heat and take off your hoodie, so that you could tease poor Nagi again.
Michael Kaiser
The evening promised to be calm until you unpacked the long-awaited package with a new cosplay. You knew that the character's image was quite bold, but you were counting on a voluminous sweatshirt, which, according to the canon, was supposed to cover the most revealing parts of the outfit. Curiosity and the desire to see the result got the better of you, so you started putting on every piece of cosplay as soon as you took it out of the box. After putting on almost everything, you realized with horror that you had simply forgotten to put your sweater on.
You're standing in front of a mirror, looking at yourself and wondering what to do about it. Without the upper part, the outfit looks really provocative: thin laces that barely hold the fabric on your hips, and a deep neckline that accentuates your every breath.
Carried away by your reflection and thoughts, you did not notice Kaiser standing on the threshold of the room. He's stunned, his gaze slowly moving over your exposed shoulders, down to your slim waist and curves, which are now on display. He doesn't look away, and that predatory, smug grin that always takes your breath away slowly blooms on his lips.
"Wow," he drawls, leaning his shoulder against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. "It seems that I came at the most opportune moment. Or did you deliberately decide to put on such a performance for your emperor?"
"Kaiser, it's not what you think! You scream, covering yourself with your hands and feeling your face turn red with shame. "I just didn't have the jacket to order, I was just checking the sizeâŠ"
"The jacket?" Kaiser lets out a soft, insinuating laugh and takes a step into the room, closing the distance between you. "Why spoil such a masterpiece with an extra cloth? Trust me, those who collected this package probably didn't do it by accident."
He comes up to you, his long fingers resting on your bare shoulders. The contrast of his cool skin and your burning body makes you shudder. Kaiser leans into your ear, and his voice sounds authoritative.
"Stop hiding," he whispers, gently removing your hands from your chest. Kaiser runs his palm over your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his shining eyes. There is no mockery in them anymore, only deep, almost possessive admiration. He takes your hand and plants a long, hot kiss on the inside of your wrist, without taking his eyes off your face. He sits you down on the couch, opens a bottle of expensive wine, and spends the whole evening showering you with compliments, his fingers touching your skin every now and then, as if he's checking to see if this is a dream, and when you stammer about returning the product again, he just hugs you tighter, declaring that this is a "mistake" of the store. â the best thing that has happened in the last month.
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summary: what happens if you bump off the laziest Blue Lock player and a girl who's used to getting everything at the snap of her fingers? A story about one day in the life of Nagi and a spoiled girl who simply cannot be refused.
The evening in your country house was filled with the scent of expensive candles and lots of luxury. You were sitting on a soft silk sofa, looking at your nails with displeasure.
"Nagi, I'm bored," you moodily drawled without turning around. "And I want that dessert from the pastry shop on the other side of town. But going there by myself is beyond my strength."
Nagi, lying on the carpet at your feet with a console in his hands, did not even look up from the screen. His white hair was disheveled, and his long body took up almost all the available space.
"It's too farâŠ" he muttered in his usual flat, almost sleepy voice. "Order a delivery."
"Delivery is not working for our address!" You stamped your foot. "You're a professional athlete, Nagi. It's good for you to move."
He finally put down the console and looked up at you with his gray eyes. There was no irritation in them, Nagi rarely got angry at all. Rather, there was a slight curiosity there. He looked at you as if you were the most complex and incomprehensible creature on the planet for him.
"You're so moody. He exhaled, slowly getting up. His 190 cm height always made you stop talking for a second when he was around. "But if I buy it, will you let me sleep on your lap later?"
You smiled triumphantly and nodded graciously.
An hour later, he returned. He looked slightly out of breath, but he was carefully holding a branded cake box in his hands. Nagi silently placed it in front of you, and then, without waiting for an invitation, sank to the floor and rested his head on your lap, closing his eyes.
"Tired?" You asked in a soft and gentle voice, running your fingers through his extraordinarily soft white hair.
"Yeah⊠The people outside are so noisyâŠ" he whispered. "But it's quiet here. And you smell delicious."
You opened the dessert, but when you saw that it needed to be carefully cut, you frowned. "Nagi, feed me."
He opened one eye, looked at your pampered face, and froze for a moment. Anyone else would have called you insufferable, but Nagi⊠Nagi has found his reflection in you. You were the only person for whom he was willing to make "extra moves" because your whims seemed interesting to him.
He got up slowly, picked up a fork and, with exquisite precision, cut off a piece of cake and brought it to your lips.
"You're just like Chocky," he suddenly said when you accepted the treat. "What do you mean? Do I look like a cactus?!"
"No," he laid his head on your lap again, getting comfortable. "You also just need to be watered and loved⊠and it gets too sad in the room without you."
You froze, not expecting such directness from a usually taciturn guy. Nagi rarely showed emotion, but now, when his breathing became regular and he began to fall asleep, you realized that this genius, who saw no point in anything but football, found his personal "peace" in your face, no matter what whims.
"Nagi.." You called softly.
"Hmm?" he replied, already falling asleep.
"I want to go shopping tomorrow. You'll carry my bags."
He took a deep breath, his fingers barely noticeably gripping the edge of your skirt. "Okay⊠If it's you⊠Then it's not that troublesome."
You smiled, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. Even if you didn't understand anything about football, and he didn't understand why you needed the fifth pair of shoes in a week â in this lazy, pampered silence, you complemented each other perfectly.
summary: my headcannons about what the fetishes of blue lock characters would be like
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Meguru Bachira, Michael Kaiser
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi loves it when everything is under his control. He would be gentle, but at the same time he would really like shibari. He's also really turned on by a partner who can challenge him, who understands him at a glance, or even anticipates his desires. If there is no "mental spark" between him and another person, physical intimacy will be boring for him.
Ryusei Shidou
Severe bites, scratches, hickeys. For Shido, sex is a physical struggle. If there are no traces left on the body after that, he will consider that everything was boring. He is also attracted to extreme sensations â temperature games (ice and wax) or anything that causes a powerful release of endorphins.
Sae Itoshi
Sae likes to keep an emotional distance. A fetish for control through coldness and a kind of indifference when a partner begs for attention. Sae likes to arrange "punishments" in which he dominates his partner and allows himself more than usual. He likes to see his partner basically begging for something.
Rin Itoshi
Rin is used to suppressing his impulses and feelings for the sake of some goal. Controlling your own (or someone else's) orgasm, pushing it to the edge and stopping it abruptly is very exciting
Reo Mikage
It seems to me that Reo would love to use various remote-controlled sex toys. Going outside with a girl who secretly uses them while Reo plays with the remote control and changes the power of these toys as he pleases, watching how the girl reacts sharply to the pleasure she receives.
Seishiro Nagi
I think because Nagi likes to sleep so much, he would have a fetish for his girlfriend to harass him while he was sleeping. Also, due to his laziness, he would really like the riding position, when the partner is on top and is the leading figure in sex.
Meguru Bachira
Bachira lives in a world of his fantasies and impulses, so he would love role-playing games. He likes to try on different looks, behave unpredictably and playfully. He loves to bite and be bitten.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser is the epitome of egocentrism. He needs to see himself in the process. Sex in front of a mirror where he can admire his girlfriend and how dominant he looks. He also loves cheeky dirty conversations, in which he sometimes humiliates his partner.
Shoei Baro
Baro loves domination and submission. It is important for him to feel his power and see how the girl obeys his strict rules. Baro is obsessed with cleanliness, so sexually he may be attracted to the concept of "desecration" (as part of a role-playing game). The idea that he, so perfect and pure, is doing something "dirty" creates a powerful internal conflict that turns him on.
Alexis Ness
Ness finds supreme pleasure in being used for the whims of his "mistress." Nessus is ready to endure any pain or humiliation if it brings joy to the one he idolizes. He would also have a fetish for things that belong to the object of his passion (clothes, personal items).
Yo Hiori
Hiyori loves role-playing games in which he is a casual passerby or when his girlfriend cosplays fantasy game characters. So he could love virtual phone sex or texting.
Jinpachi Ego
Jinpachi Ego is aroused by knowing other people's secrets. He would rather watch through hidden cameras (voyeurism), analyzing biometrics and reactions, than participate himself.
Heyy i love your work so much đ„č itâs late night fuel when i canât sleep due to anxiety. Could do a prank with the bllk guys where u keep scratching an itch its a trend i saw on tt and it was lowkey funnyđđ
Itching Prank. Blue Lock
Thank you so much for writing and praising me, I'm so glad to hear it! I hope you enjoy it
summary: You decided to prank the blue lock characters by scratching your itchy right in front of them.
characters: Yoichi Isagi, Ryusei Shidou, Meguru Bachira, Alexis Ness, Seishiro Nagi, Ryusei Shidou, Rin Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Michael Kaiser
content: fluff, humor
Meguru Bachira
You were sitting on the couch while Bachira enthusiastically played with his soccer ball right in front of you, pulling off incredible tricks. At some point, a crazy idea popped into your head to prank him. You knew Meguru himself was a guy without any complexes, but this situation would be a test even for him.
When he froze with the ball once again, giving you a wide smile, you started vigorously scratching yourself in the groin area with a serious and composed expression.
Bachira froze, his "monster" inside seemed to quiet down for a second too. The ball slowly rolled off the top of his head, bounced off his knee, and rolled away into a corner, but Meguru didn't even turn his head. His yellow eyes widened, and he tilted his head to the side amusingly, resembling a curious little animal.
"Oooh!" he drawled, suddenly closing the distance and squatting right in front of you so close that his nose almost touched your knee. "Something happen? Is this some new trick? Looks rhythmic!"
There wasn't a trace of the embarrassment or shock you expected to see on his face. Instead, he was looking at you with a kind of delight, which ended up making you feel ashamed and awkward for some reason.
"Hey, if I did that during a match, would the opponents freeze up like I just did?" He suddenly started laughing cheerfully and, without a second thought, mirrored your movement, only in an even more exaggerated and comical manner.
Your prank backfired on you: instead of blushing, Bachira turned the whole thing into an absurd show.
"You're funny," he blurted out. "No one but you does such sudden things in front of me. Let's go buy something sweet before you start itching there again, or I'll start too, and they'll definitely kick us out of the store."
Seishiro Nagi
The evening in Nagi's apartment was dragging on at peak laziness. Seishiro, as usual, was half-lying on the couch, completely absorbed in a game on his phone. Looking at this "pillar of composure," you suddenly decided it was time to stir him up a bit. You sat down right in front of him and, feigning complete nonchalance, started scratching yourself in the groin area. You expected anything: embarrassment, a puzzled look, or at least a "what are you doing?" But Nagi didn't even bat an eyelash. His gaze was glued to the pixelated monsters, and stray strands of his white hair merely swayed slightly with his breathing.
"Seriously?" you thought and decided to intensify your assault. You started scratching deliberately actively, almost bouncing in place and making as much noise as possible in such a situation. You were literally hovering in front of his eyes, but Seishiro merely tilted his head slightly, continuing his game. You were already considering doing a somersault just to get the guy's attention, but then something happened that you never expected. Nagi, without looking up from his game, slowly extended his free hand in your direction. His long fingers, without a trace of doubt or embarrassment, landed right where you were "scratching," and he began methodically and very effectively helping you deal with the "itch." He did it with such a face as if it were the most natural thing.
"Hey, Nagi! What are you doing?!" you exclaimed, blushing to the tips of your ears, and sharply grabbed his hand.
Only then did he finally deign to look up from his phone. His eyes, as usual empty and sleepy, slowly focused on your face. Nagi blinked, as if he didn't understand what he had done wrong, and said:
"I thought you needed my help, since you weren't managing on your own."
You were stunned, but also happy that despite his laziness and being busy with games, the guy was willing to "lend a helping hand" even in such a situation.
Yoichi Isagi
You were sitting at Isagi's place, listening to his long monologue about football. At first, you were genuinely interested, but after an hour of hearing about his tactics, you got bored. When Isagi paused his story and reached for water, you remembered the "Itch prank" trend from TikTok and wanted to see the guy's reaction. Isagi grabbed the water and turned toward you, but in that same moment, he saw you, with the most composed and focused face, just like his during an important match, shove your hand down and start vigorously scratching yourself in that particular spot.
Isagi stopped mid-sentence. His analytical brain, accustomed to instantly reading opponents' movements, short-circuited for a second. He froze, staring at your hand with an expression on his face as if you had just committed something unimaginable, something defying explanation.
"UmâŠ" he forced out, his voice trembling. His usually pale cheeks began rapidly flooding with color. He didn't look away and tried to act as if everything was normal, but it was noticeable how he was still trying to find some hidden meaning or deep subtext in your actions. He started stumbling over his words, trying to continue: "Do you⊠is that⊠some discomfort there? Maybe we need to go to a pharmacy? Or⊠is this some new form of psychological pressure?"
After his words, you couldn't hold it in and nearly fell over laughing. Isagi froze for a couple more seconds, and then it finally dawned on him that he had just been pranked. He buried his face in his hands and let out a heavy, yet quiet groan of defeat.
"My god, that was a prank?" he mumbled through his fingers, starting to laugh along with you. In his gaze when he finally looked at you, there was pure shock, but with hints of admiration he clearly hadn't expected you could be such an unpredictable actress.
Ryusei Shidou
You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date this "biological weapon." Shidou doesn't understand hints, doesn't know the word "decency," and generally sees the world differently.
That evening, you were at home or rather, you were sitting, and Shidou was sprawled on a chair in the kitchen as if it were his personal throne, devouring a mountain of chicken wings with a predator's appetite. You decided it was time for the great prank. Taking a deep breath, you got up from the table to clear your plate, thereby drawing the guy's gaze, and as if by accident, started scratching yourself in the groin area.
Any normal guy would have choked, blushed, or looked around in panic, but not Shidou.
He kept chewing his food and eyeing you from head to toe, focusing his attention on the spot you had scratched. The silence was deadly. Ryusei slowly spat out a bone onto his plate, leaned forward, almost toppling the table, and a grin spread across his face, the most terrifying, anticipatory bared-tooth smile you had ever seen.
"Oh-ho?" he said, a growl resonating in his voice. "What kind of signals are those, baby?"
Instead of getting embarrassed, he abruptly jumped up from the table and was right over you in an instant, looming like a cliff. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look directly into his insane eyes, and laughed so loudly the glasses rattled.
"If you were trying to get my attention, you succeeded, but next time be more creative. If it's 'burning' there for you, that means there's too much energy!" he yelled, heading towards the bedroom. "I'll give you such an explosion right now that you'll forget where you itched. We're either gonna wreck this bed, or you'll learn more elegant ways to provoke me!"
The prank clearly didn't go as planned: you wanted to embarrass him, but instead, you ended up in the epicenter of a natural disaster named "Shidou," who had already fully planned out how exactly he was going to "put out this fire."
"Wait! Wait! It was a prank! I just wanted to see how you'd react, I swear!"
"Prank?" Shidou said, then smirked. "But I guessed from the start that you were joking. You wanted to catch me off guard, but I wanted to do the same to you. I won!"
Rin Itoshi
The evening in your living room dragged on in its usual rhythm: another gloomy horror movie was playing on the TV screen, and Itoshi Rin sat on the floor, intently doing his stretches. You knew Rin didn't often show emotions, but deep down he felt them fully, which sparked a desire in you to play a little prank.
You stood by the cabinet near the TV, making sure you were in Rin's line of sight. You decided to pretend you were looking for something, and in the process, you started scratching yourself in that particular place, with your back turned to the guy. Rin froze. His hand, reaching for the remote, stopped mid-air. He slowly raised his gaze, first to your hand, then to your composed face after you finished and turned as if to go somewhere. On his usually pale cheeks, a faint but quite distinct pink flush appeared. He blinked rapidly, and his arrogant confidence cracked for a moment.
"YouâŠ" he stammered, and that in itself was a victory. "What was that just now? Maybe I misunderstoodâŠ"
Rin sharply turned away, trying to regain his icy demeanor, but you noticed him clenching his fists convulsively. He clearly didn't know where to look, and you said with the same composure:
"What? It just itched. Doesn't that ever happen to you?"
"Not so⊠demonstratively!" he blurted out, and his face reddened even more. "I won't say anything bad, of course, but if you do something like that around others, they won't understand."
"What's the problem, Rin? It's a natural process. We're at home, after all," you shrugged and casually added: "Or are you trying to say footballers are some special people who never, ever itch anywhere?"
"You really wanted to keep playing the fool, but seeing the guy's complete bewilderment", he didn't know how exactly to react to your statements", you confessed.
"Alright, alright, don't grumble, I was joking," you said through laughter. "Just admit I managed to catch you off guard."
Rin was still confused, but he took a deep breath and decided to somehow drop the subject.
"Just come here already," he grumbled, grabbing the edge of your t-shirt and pulling you closer so you'd sit down next to him and stop "hovering." You laughed even louder, resting your head on his shoulder, and felt Rin, still a bit embarrassed, put his arm around you, finally giving up his attempts to look stern. The prank had clearly succeeded.
Reo Mikage
The evening in Reo's huge living room was passing as usual: the two of you were sprawled on a soft couch, lazily rewatching some series. Mikage was enthusiastically commenting on the plot while you were hatching your devious plan. You became insanely curious about how the guy would react to an utterly awkward situation.
Seizing the moment when silence fell in the room, you, with the most serious and even slightly pained expression, shoved your hand into the groin area and started demonstratively, with feeling and emphasis, to scratch yourself. Reo, who was just about to take a sip of his smoothie, froze. His purple eyes slowly dropped down, following the movement of your hand, then widened sharply. He choked, and a few treacherous drops of the drink dribbled down his chin.
"You... um... are you okay?" he forced out, trying to maintain his dignity, though his cheeks were already flushing with color. You merely nodded impassively, continuing your task and adding a note of bliss to your voice: "Oh, Reo, if you only knew how this has been bothering me all day." The poor guy was momentarily speechless. His brain glitched. He looked at you, then at the ceiling, then at his own hands, frantically wondering whether he should offer you ointment, call a doctor, or just politely combust from shame right there.
Seeing him start to awkwardly fix his bangs and stammer, trying to change the subject to the weather, you couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. When it dawned on him that it had been a prank, Reo pouted at first, but a second later he was laughing himself, trying to tickle you in retaliation.
Rensuke Kunigami
You and Kunigami were at home, each doing your own thing. You were bored and decided to pull a prank on the guy to see his reaction to something unexpected. You approached him and started a normal conversation to lower his guard. You talked for about 5 minutes, and then you got down to business: in the middle of the conversation, you simply scratched yourself in the groin area and then looked at him completely unperturbed. The guy kept talking as if nothing had happened, as if he simply hadn't noticed your gesture, so after a couple of seconds you scratched yourself again, but there was still no reaction. You continued the conversation, even deliberately changing your expression slightly at times to hint that something was wrong, but he kept acting as if you were just standing there; his gaze didn't even waver and was directed at your face.
You got confused. Was he just messing with you, or did he really not see? You were now scratching actively and demonstratively, hiding nothing; there was even the characteristic sound of fabric rubbing from your actions, but Kunigami still wasn't reacting to it.
You gave up trying to draw his attention to your prank and let out a heavy sigh in the middle of the dialogue. That's when the guy finally decided to ask you.
"What was that just now? Are you not feeling well?" He said this with maximum composure, as if it wasn't the first time he'd seen such a sight. You were taken aback and asked:
"So you did hear and see everything after all????"
"Yes," the guy answered clearly and very straightforwardly. "I just thought you'd be embarrassed if I drew attention to it." He said this and finally averted his gaze, understanding that you were apparently expecting a different reaction.
You were struck by how polite and considerate he was, so you reached out to hug him, but stopped midway, realizing you needed to wash your hand, given how actively you'd been scratching all over just to get Kunigami to finally notice.
Alexis Ness
You and Ness decided to have a little date at home to see each other after being apart due to his training sessions. It was obvious the guy was quite nervous about it, bringing treats for you and a small bouquet of flowers. In the end, you laid out the snacks on the table and suggested having a bite together. Ness started asking about you and telling stories about what had happened to him. His gestures were smooth, and that same unvarying, slightly blissful smile remained on his lips, which he never removed even in the tensest moments. You saw him carefully crafting the atmosphere of a perfect date, and a spirit of adventure awoke in you, you wanted to test just how far the boundaries of his unshakable politeness stretched.
When he fell silent for a second to inhale the scent of the flowers from the bouquet, you looked at him, put on your most composed expression, and, without breaking eye contact with him, scratched yourself in the groin area.
Ness noticed it out of the corner of his eye, but immediately averted his gaze from your hand as if nothing had happened, to avoid putting you in an awkward position. That wasn't enough for you, and a couple of seconds later you did the same thing, trying to hold back your laughter. The guy again tried to act as if everything was fine, but you started scratching yourself there without even hiding it, and Ness sat there in shock.
"U-uh... darling?" his voice trembled. "Is that... some new self-massage technique to improve circulation? Or perhaps it's a special signal, the meaning of which, due to my limitations, I haven't yet grasped?"
He frantically looked around the room, his face slowly flooding with a deep blush, not out of shame for you, but from cognitive dissonance. For Ness, it was important to understand you, but in this situation, he couldn't find any explanation for what was happening. He made a heroic attempt to save face: he quickly pulled a perfectly ironed handkerchief from his pocket and, awkwardly handing it to you, averted his gaze, trying to somehow help.
"If you're... uncomfortable," he mumbled, covering his mouth with his palm and trying not to look at you, "we can go to the nearest pharmacy immediately. Just, please, don't do it so... vigorously."
When you couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing, he froze, squinted suspiciously, and his mask of politeness momentarily gave way to an expression of sincere, almost childish indignation. Realizing he'd been pranked, Alex pouted his lips in offense, but a spark of relief still flickered in his eyes, after all, his girlfriend hadn't lost her mind, she had just decided to give his perfect world a little stress test. When his thoughts finally calmed down, he smiled at you again and began discussing what had happened and laughing with you.
Michael Kaiser
The evening in Michael Kaiser's apartment was always saturated with the scent of expensive perfume. While he lounged lazily in an armchair, studying some magazine, you settled on the carpet opposite, deciding it was time to throw him off a bit. Putting on your most focused expression, you shoved your hand into the groin area and began scratching intensely, with the characteristic rustling sound of fabric. Michael, who at that moment was gracefully adjusting a strand of his blue hair, froze. His eyebrow slowly crept upward, and that same arrogant smirk froze on his lips. He didn't look away or get flustered. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm and observing your manipulations as if you were a rare specimen in a zoo.
"My dear, of course I knew that proximity to me evokes... various feelings in people," he drawled in his velvety, sarcasm-laden voice, "but I didn't think you'd decide to demonstrate it so... directly." You expected him to be embarrassed, but Kaiser merely gave a smug chuckle when you, unable to withstand his piercing, mocking gaze, blushed crimson to the roots of your hair yourself. He stood up, walked right up to you, and, lightly tapping your nose with his finger, added with a quiet laugh: "Your prank failed because I'm far too accustomed to being the center of attention, even of such a specific performance."
You realized it was impossible to outdo him in sheer audacity when he, with perfect composure, suggested you go take a shower.
Characters Reactions If You Accidentally Get Drunk.
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Meguru Bachira, Michael Kaiser, Oliver Aiku
Meguru Bachira
The evening turned out to be absolutely awful: your attempt to prepare for the most important midterm test ended in complete failure, and the physics textbook seemed to be written in an alien language. Your parents weren't home, and in a surge of deep frustration, you fished a bottle of something from the fridge that your dad called his "special drink for guests." You thought a couple of sips would help you relax, but you didn't notice how the sweet, treacherous taste made you down half of it before the room started slowly spinning and the phone in your hand became suspiciously heavy.
When the doorbell rang, you were already having an animated conversation with your own reflection in the hallway mirror. Standing on the doorstep was Bachiraâdisheveled, with a soccer ball under his arm, he'd stopped by on his way from practice just to share some silly joke. As soon as you opened the door and, swaying, grabbed the doorframe, his golden eyes widened. He froze for a second, sniffed the air like a curious puppy, and then his face broke into the widest, most knowing grin you had ever seen.
"Ooooh!" he drawled, not waiting for an invitation and slipping inside the house. "Looks like your 'inner monster' decided to throw a party without me today?"
Instead of lecturing you or calling for adults, Meguru was utterly delighted. He listened to your incoherent complaints about the laws of thermodynamics as attentively as if you were reading a secret world domination plan. When you tried to demonstrate exactly how the ceiling was "floating" and nearly knocked over a side table, he caught you by the waist, laughing brightly. He wasn't the least bit bothered by your sudden chattiness; on the contrary, he began to agree, building equally insane theories about why physics was evil.
"Hey-hey, careful, captain!" Bachira deftly maneuvered between the furniture, preventing you from falling. He practically dragged you to the couch, jumping over your scattered textbooks along the way. Bachira found the biggest mug in the kitchen, filled it with water, and made you drink it, all while making funny faces so you wouldn't fuss. While you tried to focus your gaze on his face, he tucked a blanket around you and sat down right on the floor beside you, leaning his back against the couch.
"You know," he whispered, giving your nose a gentle flick as your eyes started to droop, "you're even funnier in this state than usual. Sleep now, and tomorrow I'll tell you everything you said today, and I promise we'll laugh about it together once your head stops pounding."
He didn't leave until he was sure you were sound asleep, continuing to hum quietly and spin his ball on his finger, guarding your peace with that same sincere devotion that only he was capable of.
Yoichi Isagi
The evening in a small cozy restaurant outside the school seemed like the perfect way to end your heavy academic week. You had invited Isagi just to unwind and celebrate finishing a difficult project, and he, surprisingly easily breaking free from his packed training schedule, happily agreed. You were sitting in the semi-darkness, discussing trivialities, when, parched, you ordered the "signature fruit lemonade," which on the menu looked like a harmless mix of juice and ice. However, due to a waiter's mistake or simply because the place turned into a bar in the evening, you were served a strong tropical cocktail with a double shot of hard alcohol, its taste completely masked by syrup and citrus.
You had downed almost half of it in one go before you felt a strange lightness in your head. Isagi, who had been enthusiastically talking about something up to that point, suddenly fell silent. His gaze changed. It wasn't his intimidating on-field concentration, but you could feel with your skin how he started to "scan" you. With his famous Meta-Vision, he read everything in a fraction of a second: how your pupils had dilated, how your breathing rhythm had changed almost imperceptibly, and how your movements had become a fraction slower and smoother than usual.
When you, laughing cheerfully, reached for a second serving of the "lemonade," Yoichi gently but decisively intercepted your hand. His fingers were warm and calloused from constant training, and that contact made you freeze for a moment. He didn't lecture you or panic. Instead, he leaned a little closer, looking directly into your eyes with that sincerity that always set him apart from others. His voice grew quieter and somehow more careful: he carefully moved your glass to the edge of the table and quietly remarked that it seemed this drink was much "stronger" than you both had expected.
While you were trying to prove you were perfectly fine and stumbling over your words, Isagi had already mentally mapped out the route to your home. He anticipated every clumsy move you madeâwhen you accidentally nudged the napkin holder with your elbow, he caught it a centimeter from the edge of the table without even looking, as if he already knew the trajectory of the fall. There was no judgment in his eyes, only a slight, barely noticeable smile and genuine interest in how the alcohol had laid bare your sincerity. You started telling him things you were usually too shy to say out loud, about how much you admired him and valued his support. His cheeks flushed slightly at your words, and he averted his gaze for a moment, losing his usual composure.
Yoichi insisted on walking you all the way to your apartment door. The entire way, he walked beside you, barely a step away, ready to catch you if you stumbled, and gently held your shoulder when you passed through a noisy crowd on the street. At your building's entrance, he looked at you attentively once more, making sure you were safe, and, after waiting for you to find your keys, quietly promised to come by tomorrow morning to bring you some mineral water and check on how you were feeling. He left with a light heart, understanding that this evening, despite your slip-up, had brought you one step closer to each other.
Oliver Aiku
The evening air was cool, but your cheeks burned with a stinging resentment. You were standing in the shadow of the trees, watching as Oliverâflawless as always, tall, and frighteningly attractiveâwas animatedly talking with an unfamiliar, tall woman. He was smiling that same "signature" smile of his that usually made your breath catch, and he even leaned slightly towards her, closing the distance between them. Your chest gave an unpleasant pang. You had thought there was something special between you two, but right now his attention belonged entirely to someone else.
Unable to watch any longer, you trudged away. At home, giving in to a stupid impulse and the desire to smother your hurt, you pulled a bottle of expensive wine your parents had been saving for a special occasion from the fridge. You had never drunk before, and the alcohol hit your head almost instantly. Within half an hour, the world became suspiciously soft, and your resentment turned into an uncontrollable urge to tell Oliver everything you thought about him.
When you stumbled out onto the street, hoping to "accidentally" run into him on his way back from practice, Oliver was already walking alone. Noticing your strange gait and flushed face, he was by your side immediately.
"Wow," he drawled, catching your elbow as you nearly tripped over a curb. "Our 'good girl' decided to break the rules today? You smell like you raided a wine cellar."
You tried to pull away, mumbling something about how he should go back to that "tall beauty," but your tongue was tangled. Oliver froze for a moment, then let out a quiet, low laugh that resonated through your fingertips.
"So that's it," he leaned close to your face, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne and freshness. "You mean that woman by the hall? Silly, she's an agent from a modeling agency. She offered me a contract, which I turned down, by the way, because my training schedule is already packed. And honestly, I don't feel like spending time on photoshoots right now."
He gently pulled you closer, preventing you from falling, and his gesture held so much calm confidence that your anger evaporated completely, leaving only sleepiness and awkwardness.
"Are you so jealous you decided to go off the rails?" His voice became soft, almost tender, but that same playful spark still flickered within it. "You know, I'm flattered by this reaction, but I don't like watching you ruin your health."
Oliver sighed, pulling you tighter against him, and his breath brushed your temple. You froze, feeling your face flush with embarrassment, whether from the alcohol or burning shame. All your anger crumbled to dust. You buried your forehead in his shoulder, not knowing where to hide.
He didn't lecture you. Instead, Aiku picked you up as easily as if you weighed nothing. Your arms instinctively wound around his neck, and you felt how wildly his heart was pounding, belying his outward calm. He carried you to a quiet place â to his car, parked in the shade of the trees.
When he set you down on the seat, he didn't hurry to pull back. Oliver loomed over you, blocking all paths of retreat, and his gaze grew dark, predatory, stripped of all irony.
"Since you gathered some courage from a couple sips of gin," he whispered, closing the distance between your lips to a millimeter, "let me show you just how wrong you were."
His kiss was commanding and scorchingly passionate, sweeping away all your doubts and the lingering buzz. In that moment, you understood that you truly weren't indifferent to him.
Sae Itoshi
Ryusei Shidou
The evening in Madrid was suffocating. You were sitting in a small bar near the center, feeling everything inside you burn out from endless revisions to your architectural project. The client had once again torn your idea to shreds, and you, giving in to a moment of weakness, ordered one cocktail, then another, and then simply stopped counting. You wanted to turn your mind off for a few hours, the mind that usually worked at its limit to meet the standard set by your surroundings, and especially by Sae Itoshi.
When your phone vibrated, you answered without even looking at the screen. It was Sae, calling to discuss details of the meeting you had planned for tomorrow. Hearing your slurred voice and incoherent mumbling about how "the world is unfair and you just want to sleep," he fell silent for a few seconds. You heard only a heavy, disappointed sigh: "Stay there."
Fifteen minutes later, he walked into the bar, looking far too immaculate for that smoke-filled place. His gaze, cold and scanning, instantly singled you out at the counter. Sae didn't make a scene or sympathetically ask what had happened. He walked over, silently took you by the elbow, and practically led you out into the fresh night air, ignoring your attempts to blame it on a bad day.
He practically marched you to his car, ignoring your attempts to explain yourself. The interior smelled of expensive perfume and leather. Sae didn't start the engine immediately. He sat there, gripping the steering wheel, and stared straight ahead.
"A setback at work is not a reason to turn yourself into this," he said coldly. "If you give up after the very first fall, you're no better than the incompetents I see on the pitch every day."
You turned to the window, feeling tears welling up in your throat, not so much from his words, but from your own helplessness. And in that moment, when you were expecting another round of sharp criticism, something happened that you never expected from the "cold genius."
Sae reached out and turned your face towards him with a short, almost rough motion. His palm lingered on your cheek for a moment, his fingers were cool and unexpectedly gentle. He looked at you with his signature piercing gaze, but deep in his eyes, there was no anger.
"But since you chose me," his voice grew quieter, "I won't let you stay in this state. You'll sleep it off, and tomorrow you'll go back to work and prove you're worth something."
He removed his hand as quickly as he had touched you and started the engine. The entire drive to your home, he was silent, but it wasn't an oppressive silence. You could sense that behind that arrogance lay his strange, prickly, but absolutely sincere form of care. Sae Itoshi didn't know how to comfort, but he knew how to keep those he cared for from hitting rock bottom.
The evening was so lousy that even your usual patience snapped. A fight with your parents, a failed project, or just the accumulated exhaustion from the world demanding you be "normal", it didn't matter. You simply walked into the first bar you saw, deciding one glass of wine would help you relax. But the wine turned out to be too tasty, the bartender too generous, and your thoughts too heavy. By the middle of the night, reality swam, colors became unnaturally bright, and the phone in your hand felt like a heavy gold ingot. You pressed on a contact you would normally avoid in your right mind and sent a series of incoherent voice messages, complaining about "stupid rules" and "boring people."
Shidou found you in twenty minutes. How he tracked your geolocation or deduced the bar from the background noises was a mystery, but he literally burst into the establishment, kicking the door open with such force that a couple of patrons nearly choked.
"Would you just look at this," he growled, approaching your table. His eyes burned with that frightening light, and a wild, almost snarling smirk played on his lips. "Your body is screaming for help, and you're drowning it in this cheap swill? What a pathetic sight."
You tried to object, but your tongue was tangled. You just giggled stupidly and reached for his face, trying to touch his unusual eyelashes. Shidou intercepted your wrist so sharply you gasped. His grip wasn't painful, but it held a power capable of breaking bones. He leaned right into your ear, and you felt the heat emanating from his body.
"You smell of booze breath and despair. That's not the kind of 'explosion' I want to see from you," he whispered, and his voice held a mix of irritation and a strange, perverse excitement. "You know what I do with things that break and start to stink? I either destroy them or make them work again."
He didn't ask for your consent. Ryusei simply slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring the bartender's protests. Stepping out into the night air, he didn't drag you home. Instead, he dragged you to an abandoned stadium on the outskirts, where a single spotlight burned dimly.
He dumped you right onto the cold grass and forced you to stand up. You staggered, the world spun, but Shidou was already several meters away.
"Run," he commanded, and steel cut through his voice. "If I touch your back, I swear you'll regret ever being born. Your body is asleep right now, and I'm going to wake it up. Push out all that poison through sweat and fear!"
It was insanity. You stumbled, yelled at him, tried to leave, but every time you stopped, Shidou would swing his hands to grab your back, and you'd sharply dodge. Under his wild laughter and mocking shouts, your adrenaline began to skyrocket. The alcohol left you along with the rage. You started shouting back at him, running, dodging, until your lungs began to burn and your vision cleared from the primal desire just to survive.
Finally, you collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily and feeling your heart trying to tear itself from your chest. Shidou walked over and simply dropped down beside you, looking at the dark sky. He didn't hug you or ask how you felt. He just grabbed your hand and pressed your fingers to his neck, right where his vein was pounding wildly.
"Feel that?" His voice was calm now, but energy still vibrated within it. "That's life. Your pulse matches mine now. Don't you ever dare drown that spark in a bottle again. If you get bored or feel badâcome and hit me, try to run from me, do anything that makes your blood boil. But if I ever see you that 'dead' like in that bar again... I'll bury you myself."
He turned his head and looked at you with that frightening but sincere smile of his, which held not a drop of pityâonly a wild, pure acknowledgment that right now, in this moment, you had finally become interesting to him.
Seishiro Nagi
The evening turned out to be completely stupid, everything at school piled up at once and you just wanted to press the "pause" button, like in a video game, to take a break. At a classmate's birthday party, you mixed up glasses and, without looking, downed the one that was generously laced with something strong. Your head spun almost instantly, the world became suspiciously soft and pliable, and an irresistible urge arose in your hands to text the one person who never burdened you.
Nagi was lying on his bed in the dorm at that time, lazily rolling his phone in his hands. He had just finished training and was planning to just stare at the ceiling for the next three hours until Reo forced him to take a shower. The screen blinked. Your message consisted of a jumble of letters and a strange selfie where you tried to wink but instead just squeezed both eyes shut.
He raised an eyebrow. "Mmm, weird," he muttered to himself. Nagi wasn't a panicker, but his genius intuition kicked in instantly: you never texted like that. He dialed your number, and when you answered with an overly loud and cheerful "Heeey, Nagi-chaaan!", he understood everything.
"You look problematic even through the screen," his voice sounded as usual, flat and a bit sleepy, but a spark of worry flashed in his eyes. "Where are you? Stay put, I'm coming now."
He really didn't want to get up, put on his shoes, and go outside, but the thought of you in that state possibly falling somewhere or losing your phone was even more "troublesome." Twenty minutes later, he found you on a bench at the park entrance. You looked funny: flushed, confused, trying to count the stars in the sky.
Nagi walked right up to you and silently stared down at you, his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie.
"You're silly," he stated without a hint of malice, more with mild curiosity. "Why did you drink so much?"
You tried to explain something, waving your hands, but he just sighed and gently pulled you to him, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.
"Enough," he carefully turned his back to you and slightly crouched. "Get on. Walking on your own would take you until tomorrow morning, and I want to sleep."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling how broad and reliable his shoulders were. Nagi straightened up easily, carrying you as if you weighed no more than a soccer ball. The entire way to your house, he was silent, listening to your incoherent muttering about how unfair the world was.
When you reached your building entrance, he carefully set you down on the ground, holding your shoulders so you wouldn't sway backward.
"You'll feel even worse tomorrow," he patted your head like a little girl. "Better go to sleep now, but please text me in the morning."
He waited until you went inside and stood by the door for a couple more minutes. When he was sure everything was okay, he turned around and headed home, pondering what had happened to you.
Michael Kaiser
Evening Berlin was suffocating under a sticky summer heat, and you were suffocating from injustice. Your father, an influential sponsor of the football academy, had once again decided everything for you, forcing a meeting with some "promising heir" to a corporation right at a formal reception. You fled the terrace, feeling like nothing more than a pretty accessory, and in a surge of deep teenage rebellion, you swiped a glass with a bright blue cocktail from a waiter's tray. Then a second. Thenâa third. The sweet liquid seemed like harmless juice until the world suddenly swayed and your legs turned to jelly. You sank right down onto the grass behind a hedge, staring at the stars that for some reason had started to waltz.
"You look pathetic."
That voice was impossible to mistake for anyone else's. Michael Kaiser stood over you, his hands shoved into the pockets of expensive trousers, looking down with the usual mix of disdain and curiosity. He had been invited here as the "face" of a new youth project, and this pretentious evening clearly bored him as much as it did you. He took a step forward.
"Look at yourself. Glassy eyes, flushed cheeks... Do you even realize any reporter could take a photo right now that would destroy your family's reputation in a second?" He smirked, leaning right into your face. He smelled of expensive cologne. "Though, I don't mind. I love watching other people's lives crumble."
You tried to object, but all that came out was incoherent mumbling, and you waved your arm awkwardly, almost hitting him. Kaiser sharply intercepted your hand, squeezing your wrist a little harder than necessary. His eyes narrowed. He studied your helpless state like an entomologist studies a butterfly with a torn wing.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to share this 'performance' of yours with anyone else," he hissed, but a strange, barely perceptible note slipped into his voice... satisfaction? He liked that you were in his power. That right now you weren't the "sponsor's daughter," but just a girl who couldn't stand on her own two feet.
He unceremoniously scooped you up into his arms, holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. You buried your nose in his shoulder, feeling the stiff fabric of his suit jacket. Instead of handing you over to security or your father, Michael dragged you towards a back exit, away from the flashes of light and the voices.
"Remember this moment," he whispered in your ear once you were in the shadows of an empty parking lot near his car. "You owe me everything right now. And when you sober up, I'll make you pay that debt."
He placed you in the back seat, draping his suit jacket over your shoulders. You were already falling asleep, but through the haze, you felt his fingers linger on your cheek for a moment, brushing away a stray strand of hair. Kaiser slightly tilted your head to rest on his shoulder as you slept, and all this time, he guarded your rest, admiring your beautiful face.
The characters' reaction to you offering them a pocky game
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami
Yoichi Isagi
You were sitting in the room and doing your usual things when Isagi came into the house with a small bag. You went to meet him and noticed that he had brought Pocky with him. You looked at him in confusion, and Isagi, blushing slightly, suggested:
âListen⊠itâs stupid, but⊠do you want to try playing?â He smiled after these words so sincerely that it was impossible to refuse.
You take the stick from one end, Isagi from the other. At first he tries to joke, but the shorter the Pocky becomes, the quieter he gets. His gaze no longer darts around â he is completely focused on you. His cheeks turn slightly pink, his breathing becomes careful, as if he is afraid to ruin the moment.
The distance between you melts away. You feel his warmth, his uneven breathing, and at some point Isagi stops first. Between your lips there are only a couple of centimeters, the remaining piece of Pocky held between them.
âI⊠canât go any further,â he says quietly, embarrassed. You feel your heart beating too loudly.
The stick breaks, falling down, and Isagi looks at you softly and a little shyly, as if he has just realized that he missed something
Ryusei Shidou
You were left alone together in your house; you were busy with your own things, and Shidou was silently eating something and watching a football match, but then the guy broke the silence. He stood up and came quite close to you, grinning widely. In his hands was a box of Pocky that he had just been eating.
âHey,â he leans toward you, looking straight into your eyes. âEver heard of the Pocky Game?â
Without waiting for your answer, he grips a stick between his teeth and nods to you:
âYour turn. Donât stall.â
You agree to his game, feeling some kind of dangerous aura coming from him. Shido doesnât play carefully â he eats quickly, brazenly, deliberately closing the distance between you. His gaze is wild, reckless, as if this isnât a game to him but a duel he has no intention of losing.
âHuh? Already getting nervous?â he smirks when thereâs only a tiny distance left between you. âI love that look on your face.â
At the last moment he suddenly stops. Youâre so close that you can feel his breath, and the Pocky stick is almost finished. Shido chuckles softly, but thereâs confidence in his laughter. Overwhelmed by the growing embarrassment, you make a sharp movement with your head, causing the stick to snap and fall to the floor.
âDamnâŠâ he whispers.
He pulls back slightly, still looking at you with a crazy smile.
âIâve still got a whole box,â he says with a grin. âWith you, games like this become really interesting.â
Sae Itoshi
You saw a box of Pocky among some sweets in a bag next to Sae, and a funny idea popped into your head. You said it almost without thinking, with a smirk, more to tease Itoshi Sae:
âSae, would you play Pocky Game with me?â
You were already prepared for a cold refusal and the guyâs indifferent look in response to your âfoolishness,â but Itoshi held his gaze on you a second longer than usual.
â..Why notâ â he answered calmly.
You blinked.â
âWait, what???â
He silently opened the box, took out one Pocky stick, and sat down opposite you. His face was still as composed, almost unreadable, as if this werenât a game of intimacy, but just a regular exercise for him.
âYou were the one who suggested it,â he said. âOr was it not sincere?â
You feel your heart speeding up, but itâs too late to back down now. You take one end between your teeth, and he takes the other.
Sae doesnât rush. He eats slowly, precisely, without unnecessary movements. His gaze doesnât leave yours, and thereâs something in this calmness that makes you feel flustered.
The distance shrinks, and you notice: heâs not flustered at all, not even hesitating. When just a few centimeters remain, Sae stops first. His lips are almost touching yours, his breath steady, warm.
âYouâre trembling,â he remarks quietly. Without any mockery, just stating a fact.
The stick breaks on its own, falling down. Sae pulls back slightly, but his gaze remains on you â deep, focused.
âStrange,â he adds after a pause. âI thought I wouldnât care.â
He stands up, as if nothing happened, but, passing by, throws a few final words:
âNext time⊠donât suggest something like that as a joke.â
Rin Itoshi
You are sitting together in an almost empty room. Outside the window, it's getting dark, and in the silence, only the sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane can be heard. Rin is silent, as usual â his gaze directed somewhere to the side, his face calm, cold, as if it doesn't matter to him that you're beside him.
You're twirling a Pocky stick between your fingers and, trying to sound casual, say:
âWant to play Pocky Game?â
Rin slowly shifts his gaze to you. In his eyes neither surprise nor mockery.
âIf that's what you want,â he replies quietly.
You weren't expecting that answer. You each take an end of the stick. Rin eats slowly, almost carefully. His face remains calm, but you notice: his shoulders are slightly tense, his breathing has deepened. The shorter the Pocky gets, the harder it becomes for him to maintain that mask of indifference.
You can feel the tension building between you. Inside Rin, everything is in turmoil â he tries not to show it, but his heart is beating too fast. He looks only at you, as if the whole world has disappeared for him.
When only a little is left, you both stop at the same time. Your faces are too close. You feel the warmth of his breath, Rin's gaze falters just for an instant, but it's enough to notice his agitation.
âOh...â he exhales almost inaudibly.
The Pocky breaks, but neither of you pulls away. On the contrary, Rin takes a step closer, as if he no longer wants to hold back. His palm gently touches your cheek, uncharacteristically soft.
And the next moment, he kisses you, not sharply, not aggressively, but sincerely, as if in this kiss, he finally allows himself to pour out everything he's been holding inside.
When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours. His face regains its usual composure, but you know that inside him, a whole storm is raging.
Reo Mikage
You and Reo decided to take another walk around the city and have a picnic in the park under the evening sky. Reo pulls a box of Pocky out of his backpack and, as always, says with a light smile:
âWant to try something new?â
You nod, trying to look confident, although in reality you're quite flustered by such a suggestion. You each take an end of the stick and start eating it, slowly moving closer to each other.
Reo playfully raises an eyebrow: âDo you seriously think you can win?â
You smile, blushing slightly: âI donât know⊠but I like how flustered you are.â
He gives a soft laugh, and his gaze softens. The stick slowly shortens, and you find yourselves so close that you can feel each otherâs warm breath. Reo tilts his head a little closer, his eyes sparkling: âSee, you have nowhere to retreatâŠâ
You blush but reply: âThatâs the whole thrill, isnât it?â
And then â your lips are almost touching when Reo suddenly lets out a quiet laugh: âHm⊠looks like we both lost.â
You laugh in response, and he takes your hand, holding it for a moment while playfully tracing his finger along the back of your palm. âWell, letâs call it a draw thenâŠ,â he says with a light, daring smile, âbut Iâll demand a rematch later.â
You smile back, feeling a faint spark pass between you.
Seishiro Nagi
Youâre sitting on the couch at home, playing a mobile game and not really keeping track of time. On the floor next to you is Nagi, lazily propped up on his elbow, absorbed in some manga.
âSigh⊠boring,â you say, breaking the silence.
Without thinking twice, Nagi asked, âWanna do something fun?â
Itâs rare for Nagi to take the initiative at all, so youâre surprised. He reaches toward the cabinet, pulls out a box of Pocky, and a faint, barely-there smile appears on his face.
âPocky Game?â you ask with a smirk, anticipating his reaction.
Nagi shrugs as if he doesnât care, but you understand heâs actually just curious how far youâll go. He sits facing you, and you both grab an end of the stick with your teeth.
At first, everything is slow. He moves forward lazily, hardly putting in any effort, and you try not to giggle because seeing him try not to laugh is a separate kind of delight. Nagi leans closer, his eyes slightly narrowed. Youâre really surprised that the guy is even making an effort to take the lead in a game like this, considering you feel quite awkward yourself, even though youâre trying to hide it.
âYou⊠are too slow,â he says quietly.
You feel his breath on your skin as you almost touch noses. And in that moment, Nagi decides to speed up a little â heâs clearly enjoying the game, even though heâd never admit it.
When the stick finally falls and the game ends, Nagi leans back, pretending heâs not the least bit flustered, but you see the gleam in his eyes.
âStill bored?â he asks.
âNo⊠just⊠awkward,â you reply, no longer hiding your embarrassment.
A slight smile crosses the guyâs face, his usual lazy, indifferent expression completely gone. You never imagined he could catch you off guard like this.
Meguru Bachira
Today, you and Bachira decided to take a little break from all your tasks and spend some time together. He invited you over to his place, you were sitting with him in the same room, and there were sweets prepared on the table. You accidentally noticed a box of Pocky and asked if you could open it.
âSure, of course,â he said and took the box to help you open it. "Hey, how about we play a game?"
You snorted:
âPocky Game? Seriously?â
âYeah!â Bachira jumped in place, clapping his hands. âIt's fun! And I'm sure I'll win!â
And so, laughing and teasing each other, you settled on the couch, took one stick, and started the game. He was full of energy, and you were slightly embarrassed but not against such a sweet little mischief.
âIf I win⊠you have to⊠grant me one wish.â
You laugh and agree to his condition. Bachira, full of enthusiasm, slowly moves closer to you. He slows down slightly from time to time, as if checking how you're reacting to everything that's happening. You blush a little but don't look away and try not to give in. The distance between your lips shrinks, and then there's a moment when you accidentally kiss. Bachira jumps back, surprised but smiling happily:
âThat⊠was unexpectedâŠ,â he says, his voice a little quiet, but his eyes are shining, âI liked itâŠâ
You, on the contrary, laugh, and he leans in again for a light kiss. Bachira is cheerful and playful, but in this moment, you feel his softness and sincerity, and you really like it.
âHey,â he says quietly, looking right into your eyes. âThat turned out to be more fun than I thought.â
Rensuke Kunigami
The evening in a small park near the training center was cool, and only the dim light of the streetlamps held back the gathering dusk. Kunigami sat on the bench beside you, breathing heavily after another grueling solo training session. His hair was disheveled and a towel hung from his shoulders, but even in this exhaustion, you could feel that new, grim power he had brought back with him from the "Wild Card." You were trying to break the oppressive silence, twisting a pack of chocolate sticks bought at a nearby convenience store in your hands. Rensuke looked at the sweets with his heavy, almost intimidating gaze, which no longer held the sincere spark of the "hero" you once knew. Hoping to somehow pull him back to reality from the halls of his inner demons, you jokingly held out a stick and suggested that very game youâd read about online, wishing to see even a shadow of his former flustered smile on his face.
Kunigami froze, shifting his gaze from the stick to your face. A second of silence stretched out, and you were already about to pull your hand back, deciding he would simply ignore this foolishness, but suddenly he leaned forward. He didnât smileâon the contrary, his face remained stony as he took the tip of the stick with his lips right from your fingers. His cold eyes made your heart skip a beat, but you decided not to back down and took the other end of the stick with your teeth. He waited for you to begin and then started closing the distance in response, but slowly. With each short bite he took, the space between you shrank. The closer he got, the more strongly you felt this change in him: this was no longer the shy guy who used to blush at compliments; now this was a man accustomed to taking what he wanted by force. When your faces were too close, you noticed how his pupils dilated. In that moment, his feigned indifference crackedâKunigami's hand, resting on the bench, clenched tightly, and his breathing hitched. He was still trying to appear steely and cold, but the proximity of your lips was clearly hitting his composure harder than any workout in the gym.
Only one last millimeter remained, and instead of pulling back and declaring victory, Rensuke paused for an instant, his lips brushing against yoursâa fleeting, almost accidental touch that stole your breath. The next second, he jerked back sharply, turning away and covering his face with his hand. You saw the tips of his ears flush pink, breaking through his image of the unshakeable hero. He sat in silence, staring into the empty space before him, and only by his tense shoulders could you tell how hard his heart was pounding.
"What kind of nonsense is this," he finally rasped, trying to force his voice back to its former harshness, but he still couldnât bring himself to look you in the eye again, afraid of revealing that deep down inside, that same sincere guy, ready to protect your smile, was still alive.
Michael Kaiser
You were sitting on a bench in the empty training hall, twisting an open pack of chocolate Pocky sticks in your hands. The silence was broken by the rhythmic sound of cleats on the parquet floorâa sound that always heralded the arrival of the one who considered himself the center of the local universe: Kaiser. He entered nonchalantly, adjusting his clothes. His icy gaze swept over you, lingering on the bright packaging in your hands. You noticed and, out of politeness, offered him a stick, thinking he might want some too. However, he smirked, and that smirk held more arrogance than friendliness.
"Is that really the full extent of your imagination for spicing up the evening?" He stopped right in front of you, towering like a statue. "A stupid game with cheap sweets?"
You didn't look away, just gave him a puzzled look. You hadn't suggested anything of the sort; you just wanted to offer him a treat, but apparently, the guy misunderstood your gesture. To avoid feeling humiliated, you decided not to justify yourself to Kaiser, but to tease him instead.
"Hah, is our great emperor afraid to play a 'stupid' game or something?"
You expected him to get angry, but his eyes lit up with a sharp, competitive fire. He didn't take it as a joke, but as a challengeâone he simply couldn't allow himself to lose.
"You want to see which of us flinches first?" He lowered himself onto the bench, sitting opposite you, closing the distance between your faces to a minimum. "Fine. But don't expect me to go easy when you suddenly get all flustered."
He snatched the stick from your fingers and, without breaking eye contact, clamped one end between his teeth. His gaze at that moment was frighteningly calculating. Kaiser leaned forward, forcing you to take the other end of the stick with your teeth, and the game began. With every cautious bite you took, he took one of his ownâfast and aggressive. He wasn't just playing; it felt like he was laying siege. You could feel his hot breath and see the blue rose on his neck tremble with every movement of his jaw. Triumph flashed in his eyes as he saw your confusion and reveled in it.
When the distance between you narrowed to a couple of millimeters and your lips almost touched his, Kaiser didn't stop. He decided not to wait for you to pull back in embarrassment. Instead, he made the decisive final bite, asserting his resolve and will to win. At that moment, his lips touched yours. Taken by surprise, you pulled back sharply. He licked a chocolate crumb from his lip and whispered mockingly to you:
"Your face right now... is truly pathetic. Did you really think you could control a game I'm in? Remember: there's only one script in this world, and I'm the one writing it."
He stood up, patted you on the shoulder, and headed for the exit, leaving you in the silence of the hall with a heart pounding furiously. Kaiser didn't look backâhe had already gotten what he wanted: confirmation of his dominance, even in such a ridiculous game.
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My headcanons for how characters would act if they were embarrassed
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi sharply looked away, but the corners of his lips still trembledâa faltering attempt to suppress a smile. His palms grew warm, fingers clutching the hem of your clothes like an anchor. Heâd cough, pretending not to hear you, but his ears burned so fiercely red they mightâve steamed.
Then, barely above a whisper, heâd mumble something like: âYouâre⊠beautifulâ â and immediately try to laugh it off as a joke, but the sound came out strained and nervous. Just as you thought he might bolt, heâd suddenly pull you close, burying his face in your hair so you couldnât see his trembling eyelids.
âDonât look at me like that⊠please,â he murmured, voice featherlight.
Ryusei Shidou
Shidou sharply looks away â harsher than usual, as if your words physically shoved him back. His eyebrows twitch in faint irritation, but the corners of his lips tremble with something uncertainâhe literally doesnât know how to process this.
"The hell kinda nonsenseâŠ?" slips out, but his voice sounds oddly strained, less aggressive than he clearly intended. He takes a step back, like youâve suddenly become dangerous to him.
His fingers curl into fists on reflex, but itâs not angerâitâs an attempt to claw back control.Â
"Are you outta your damn mind?!" he snaps, yet avoids your gaze, as if terrified youâll see something extra in his eyesâbewilderment.
Then he spins on his heel and stalks off⊠but not before you catch the red creeping up his neck beneath his shirt collar.
Rin Itoshi
Rin sharply turns away, but not fast enough to hide the way his eyebrows twitch with tension. His lips press into a thin line, as if stifling some foolish phrase teetering on the tip of his tongue. His hand instinctively reaches for a strand of his own hair to twist nervouslyâonly for him to abort the motion midway, suddenly aware of how childish it looks. Instead, he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, pretending to be lost in thought, though a single glance at his earsânow flushed a ridiculous shade of pinkâwould betray him completely.
Heâd never admit it, but in moments like these, his gaze goes slightly unfocused, like heâs replaying the scenario on loop, searching for a dignified escape. When none materializes, he just snorts and mutters something like, âYouâre doing this on purposeâŠââthen hastily coughs to disguise it as annoyance.
But the funniest part? He doesnât leave. Rin stays rooted to the spot, as if pinned there, giving you a front-row seat to his flustered stateâeven as he silently curses himself for not walking away.
Sae Itoshi
Sae never loses controlâso if your gaze or gesture catches him off guard, it lasts only an instant. His eyes widen slightly but narrow again just as quickly, as if you imagined it. He looks away for a fraction of a secondâlong enough for you to notice, but not long enough to comment.
"Did you say something?"âhis voice remains perfectly even, but thereâs a faint rasp in it that he immediately smothers with a light cough.
And most importantlyâheâd never admit heâs flustered. Even if his ears have already betrayed him completely.
Meguru Bachira
He sharply looks away, but you still catch the way his ears flare crimson. His lips quiver slightlyâlike heâs scrambling for a jokeâbut all that escapes is a shaky, "Y-you⊠mean that?" His fingers fidget with the hem of your clothes, breath hitching as if heâs run a marathon. Suddenly, he seems fragileâall his usual bravado unraveled by a single word from you.
"I⊠donât know how to react," slips out in a whisper before he buries his face against your neck, scorching and helpless, like heâs feeling something this raw for the very first time.
Reo Mikage
Reo suddenly freezes, his fingers involuntarily clutching the folds of your clothes as if afraid youâll vanish into thin air if he lets go. His lips part slightly, but instead of his usual sharpness, all that comes out is a stifled "Ah..."âlike someoneâs ripped the words right out of him. He jerks his face away, but not before you catch the way his lashes flutter too fast.
His hand rises halfway, as if to cover his face, but aborts the motion midair, awkwardly morphing into a clumsy attempt to fix his hair. "Donât say things like that... out of nowhere..." he mumbles, more to himself than to you.
And thenâthe most unexpected thingâa minute later, his forehead drops heavily onto your shoulder, his fingers gingerly squeezing your hand, hot and slightly trembling. "I... I donât know what to do when you act like this," he admits, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.
Seishiro Nagi
If Nagi were flustered, heâd turn his face awayâbut youâd still notice the red creeping up his ears. His fingers would tighten slightly on the edge of a pillow or his own sweater sleeve, as if grasping for an anchor. He wouldnât hide his face, but his gaze would stubbornly avoid yours, suddenly fascinated by a pattern on the blanket or a crack on the wall.
ââŠThatâs nonsense,â heâd mutter, but his voice would be quieter than usual, stripped of its usual monotone.
If you tried to make him look at you, heâd frown slightlyânot from irritation, but because heâs unused to his emotions being so visible. Yet when you finally caught his gaze, youâd see something new there: faint bewilderment tangled with affection.
âStop,â heâd say, but his hand would still reach for yours anyway, fingers hesitantly lacing with your own. And after a few minutes of silence, he might finally admit:
ââŠItâs nice. Thatâs all.â
Then heâd pull you close, burying his face in your shoulderâso you wouldnât see the soft smile he couldnât suppress.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser abruptly looked away, as if suddenly fascinated by an imaginary pattern on the wall, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. His lips pressed into a thin line, yet the tips of his ears burned pinkâbetraying what heâd never voice aloud.
"You⊠stop talking nonsense," he snapped, but the words lacked their usual edge, coming out quieter than intended. He turned to put distance between you, only to glance back almost immediatelyâchecking your reaction.
If youâd laughed, heâd whip around, eyes flashing with irritation and something else, something raw. "Itâs not funny," heâd say, but without real bite, the words tight in his throat.
Then, after a pause, his hand would reach for youânot to push away, but to pull you close, his face buried in your shoulder. "Just⊠shut up for a minute," heâd murmur, voice uncharacteristically unsteady.
And if you hugged him back? Heâd freeze, disarmed by the simplicity of it. But his arms would tighten around you almost reflexivelyâas if afraid the moment might dissolve if he let go.
Characters' reactions to you suddenly telling them you love them while they were busy doing something
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi freezes for a split second, immediately drops what he was doing, then flushes crimson and mutters:
"T-that's not fair... You caught me off guard!"
But a moment later, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his burning face in your shoulder, and whispers his confession backâquietly, but just loud enough for you to hear:
"I... I love you too."
And then he'll kiss your forehead, your hands, the corners of your lipsâas if afraid words alone can't properly convey what he feels.
Ryusei Shidou
Shidou whips around, freezes for a split second, then bursts into laughterâloud, brazen, as if you've just thrown down a challenge.
"You love me?" He narrows his eyes, steps closer, roughly tilts your chin up with his fingers.
Then a sudden lungeâhe pins you against the wall, arms caging your head. "You say something like that... and expect me to just let you go?" His breath scorches against your lips. "No way. You're mine now."
And in his gazeâmore than just triumph, something far more dangerous. He's already decidedâyou signed your own fate.
Rin Itoshi
Rin freezes abruptly. His fingers tighten around whatever he was holding as he stares at you for 2-3 seconds with a "Are you serious? Right now?" expression.
Then he looks away, muttering something like: "...Idiot. You're distracting me" â but if you look closely, the tips of his ears are visibly reddening.
An hour later, he'll suddenly appear beside you, hand you a glass of your favorite drink, and grumble: "...The feeling's mutual."
Sae Itoshi
Sae pauses his task for a split second, scanning you with a cool yet intrigued gaze.
"Now?" He arches one brow slightly before setting his phone aside. "Very well... Then you'd better be prepared for the consequences."
He reaches for youâleaving no room for retreatâbecause to him, such words from you are the most precious.
Meguru Bachira
Bachira whirls around, dropping everything he was holding. His face shows a rare expression of complete bewildermentâeyes wide, lips parting slightly...
Thenâa flash. He closes the distance between you in an instant, grabs your hands, and presses his forehead to yours:
"You... You didn't mistake me for someone else, did you?.." His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, but his eyes hold a whirlwind of emotions.
And before you can answer, he kisses youâswiftly, fiercely, as if afraid you'll change your mind if given even a second to think.
Reo Mikage
Reo freezes in place as if struck by lightning. The pencil slips from his fingers, his eyes widen, and his lips tremble for a secondâhe hadnât expected this here and now, hadnât prepared the perfect response.
But then the corners of his mouth quirk into a restrained smile, and he sharply turns away so you wonât see the tips of his ears burning red.
"You... youâre doing this on purpose, arenât you?" he mutters, squeezing your hand.
His voice is a mix of panic, triumph, and something utterly defenselessâlike heâs just conceded the winning goal, yet somehow, itâs the best moment of his life.
Seishiro Nagi
His fingers freeze on the keyboard, his character on screen taking a fatal hit. He slowly turns his head, squinting one eye:
"Are you... deliberately sabotaging my rank?"
But you notice his ears gradually turning pink, his gaze softening slightly more than usual. He pulls you closer, settling you onto his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist. His lips brush against your ear:
"I lost because of you," â he kisses your palm â "But it seems I won something even better."
And when he finally kisses you, you realizeâthis is the first time he's ever truly been happy about losing.
Michael Kaiser
He sets aside his phone and slightly furrows his brow. "You chose not the most appropriate moment," he says.
But a second later, his fingers cautiously touch your hand, slide down, intertwine with yours.
"I shouldn't get distracted from work..."
He pulls you closer, and new tones appear in his voice that you've never heard before.
He leans in â and his lips brush against yours: at first barely, almost uncertainly,
then more confidently, as if realizing he has no other choice anyway.
"Satisfied?"
He pulls back just enough
for you to see in his eyes
what he would never say out loud:
"Now I won't be able to focus on work...
...Because of you."
My headcanons on what s*x positions the characters would like the most.
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi
Yoichi Isagi
His favorite position is when youâre on all fours. He adores your ass, so he canât resist gripping your hips tighter, giving you a sharp smack, and pulling you closer.
His hands slide along your waist, his lips pressing against your backâone moment he loses control, the next he slows down just to savor it. And when he finally snaps, his breath turns ragged as he presses against you with his entire body, as if afraid youâll disappear.
Afterwards, he kisses your shoulders and murmurs, âYou drive me crazyâŠââhis voice low, slightly rough. And even if heâs usually shy, in these moments, his eyes see only you.
Ryusei Shidou
He forces you onto your knees before him, one hand fisted in your hair while the other guides his cock to your lips. "Come on, baby, work for it," he smirks, watching you strain to please him.
But his favorite is when you're on topâyet moving by his rules. He sits up, drags you onto his lap, and impales you on himself, fingers digging into your hips like a vise. "Move," he orders, voice ragged with lust, "Don't you dare come without my permission."
And when his patience snapsâhe flips you over, wrenches your arms behind your back, and pins you into the mattress until your pleas ring in his ears. "Understood who owns you?" he growls against your neck, and all you can choke out is his name.
Afterwards, he leaves bruises on your thighs and fingerprints around your wristsâso you never forget what happened.
Rin Itoshi
Most often, Rin chooses positions where he can see your faceâpinning you against the wall or holding you in missionary, but with a firm grip on your wrists above your head. His gaze never leaves your eyes, as if searching for the slightest change in your reaction.
He loves dictating the rhythm â if you try to take initiative, he instantly regains control by flipping you onto your stomach or pressing you harder into the mattress.
His signature moveâa hand on your neck (not choking, but undeniable), while his lips press against your ear to whisper something sharp like: "Do you even realize what youâve gotten yourself into?"
After, heâs the first to pull away abruptly, but if you try to leave immediatelyâheâll yank you right back.
Sae Itoshi
Sae Itoshi, with his self-assured and calculated nature, would likely prefer positions where he maintains control and dominance without excessive aggression. The doggy-style position allows him to dictate the rhythm and depth of penetrationâperfectly aligning with his signature precision.
He thrives on observing your reactions, studying every shift in your expression as he moves. His pace is deliberateânot too fast, not too slowâsavoring the way your body responds to his every touch.
"You can take more... can't you?"
His voice is low, controlled, as his hands grip your hips just tight enough to leave faint marks.
True to form, he measures each thrustâtesting limits, then pulling back just when you're on edge. It's not just pleasure; it's a calculated unraveling, one he orchestrates with the same focus he brings to the pitch.
And when he finally lets go?
Even then, it's with precisionâa shuddering release timed to your climax, because for Sae, victory has always been about perfect synchronization.
Meguru Bachira
Bachira is obsessed with the "on your side" positionâhe loves how your back presses against his chest, letting him embrace you with one arm while his other hand passionately tangles in your hair.
He starts slow, whispering things like "Do you feel how much I want you?" in your ear...
But then his competitive spirit takes overâhe sinks his teeth into your shoulder, picks up the pace, and holds you tighter, as if afraid you might slip away.
Just when you're on the edge, he flips you onto your back, lifts your hips, and pushes you over itânever breaking that smoldering eye contact.
Afterwards, he laughs, head thrown back:Â "Damn, that was good!" and immediately reaches for you to go again.
Reo Mikage
He loves positioning you on your side, pressing your back against his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. His hands are tender yet assured: one cradling your head like a shield from the world, the other gently gripping your thigh to pull you closer.
His movements are slow, deep, as if he wants to fill every fiber of your being. His lips brush your shoulderâfeather-light kisses interspersed with warm breaths against your skin.
"You're so beautiful..."Â he murmurs as your fingers intertwine with his.
When you close your eyes in pleasure, he softly turns your face to his, compelling you to meet his gazeânow warm, devoid of their usual defiance, overflowing with love.
Even at the peak, he clings to that tendernessâholding you tight, burying his face in your neck as if shy about these moments of absolute vulnerability.
"I'm so lucky to have you..."Â His voice is barely audible, almost awestruck, as he strokes your hair afterward.
Seishiro Nagi
Nagi's favorite position is "Cowgirl." He lies back on the bed, reveling in the view of you from belowâyour expressions, how you move, how you tremble in his grasp. His large hands guide your hips, helping you find the perfect rhythm while sliding along your waist, chest, and neck, making you shiver with every touch.
He adores when you lean down to himâthat's when he kisses you slow and deep. But if you get too carried away and speed up, he abruptly flips you beneath him.
"You're... rushing too much," he murmurs, nipping at your lip. "Let me show you how it's done."
Michael Kaiser
He loves pinning you against the wall â one hand firmly gripping your wrists above your head while the other passionately controls the angle, pushing deep without causing pain. His breath scorches your neck, his whisper rough:
"Can you take all of me?.."
Yet he deliberately sets an excruciatingly slow pace, watching your body gradually writhe for him.
Then â at the very last moment, when you're already trembling â he suddenly releases your wrists, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you flush against him, shifting the angle so you feel him deeper, yet tenderly. Because even here, he proves
he can be both emperor and slave to your pleasure â simultaneously.
Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi
Isagi Yoichi
âą After walks, he always tries to walk you all the way to the door to make sure you're okay and safe.
âą On your way home, you stop at a small convenience store where you buy cat food and feed the street cats.
âą Instead of "You're beautiful," he'll say:
"You're like a perfect passâalways hitting straight to the heart." And if you cook something delicious for him, he'll declare:
"Better than scoring in the finals."
Meguru Bachira
âą He always wakes up before you to write nice wishes and compliments on pieces of paper, and then throws them in different places: in your bag, in your clothes pocket, or discreetly puts them on the table.
âą Bachira loves touch, he is very tactile. He often holds your hand or hugs you. When you're sitting on the couch, he can just come over and lie on your lap.
âą Bachira loves copying everything you do. Cross your arms? He'll mirror you instantly. Yawn? He'll fake a dramatic yawn too... Then burst into that signature bubbly laughter:
"See? We're totally in sync!"
Sae Itoshi
âą Sae is not an obvious romantic, but many of his actions towards you are imbued with concern. When you go to bed, he covers you with a blanket, and then hugs you from behind, stroking you until you fall asleep.
âą He doesnât really like to show affection in public, but he always accompanies you to various events and tells you in interviews how wonderful you are.
âą Sae hates when people invade his personal space, but you're the exception. You can fix his hair - "Are you done?" he'll ask... (but he won't pull away.) Sometimes he'll even lean down so you can reach him better. If you take his hand, he'll pretend not to notice at first but then slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.
Seishiro Nagi
âą He gets along well with animals, so he often plays with street kittens, and then takes pictures of them and sends them to you with a caption stating that you look at these kittens in some way.
âą Nagi hates unnecessary movements, but you are the exception. He'll lazily wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close when you sit togetherâas if you're his personal support. His fingers might idly play with the hem of your clothes or a strand of your hair while he watches TV or dozes off.
âą Nagi speaks to you without words:
- tugs your hand when he wants to lead you somewhere
- nods toward his backpack when he wants you to get his water
- closes his eyes when you fix his hair, as if saying: "Keep going".
You've learned to understand his silence â and he's learned to *open up* only for you.
Reo Mikage
âą Very frequent gifts. Every time Reo goes to meet you, he always brings something with him. It can be either a white chocolate bar or a gold necklace.
âą Gives you various cute nicknames
âą Physical touch is his love language. He'll hold your pinky when walking together if he can't hug you properly,
tuck your hair behind your ear when strands fall in your face,
then press a kiss to your forehead after. He'll cradle your cold hands in his to warm them - even when his own fingers are freezing.
Ryusei Shido
âą He's very tall and uses it to tease you. He takes something from you and waits for you to start trying to take it away. When you reach for the stolen item, he kisses you on the lips.
âą He's much more affectionate next to you, like some kind of cat you don't know what to expect from.
âą Likes to bite your cheeks, or unexpectedly lick your neck.
Michael Kaiser
âą His backhanded compliments sound like insults, but you've learned to decode them:
"You're less annoying today" = "You look beautiful"
"At least someone can tolerate me" = "I'm happy you're here"
"Go to sleep or you'll look like a zombie" = "I like how you look and want you well-rested"
âą Jealous... but won't admit it. He'll never say it outright, but his reactions give him away completely, If someone flirts with you, he appears right at that moment and "accidentally" positions himself between you.
âą His care stings like an injection without anesthesia: sharp but effective.
"You'll only have yourself to blame if you freeze" he grumbles, draping his jacket over you.
If you get sick, he'll drag over medicine but growl "Don't you dare be ill before the match" (even when the match is a month away).
When you're exhausted, he might permit you to sleep on his shoulder - but only if "nobody's watching."
Rin Itoshi
âą Rin won't initiate hugs or hold hands first, but if you do itâhis fingers will tighten slightly in response, and the faintest hint of a smile will flicker at the corner of his mouth.
âą He doesnât give flowers or cards, but if he notices you need somethingâitâll magically appear in your bag or on your desk. New headphones because yours broke? Done. That book you casually mentioned weeks ago? There it is. Heâll make it happenâbut never admit it.
âą Rin isn't the type to openly confess his affection, but you might notice his gaze lingering on you in a crowd. If you catch him, he'll immediately look away â as if he was just studying something on the horizon.
The confession came unexpectedly, after an especially grueling practice. You were waiting for him at the exit, as you often did lately, with a bottle of cold water. He took it, your fingers briefly touched, and suddenly he said:
"I donât understand you." His voice sounded hoarse, nothing like during tactical discussions.
"Iâm trying to figure out why you do all this, trying to predict what youâll do nextâbut I donât know your next move. Itâs..." He fell silent, gripping the bottle until the plastic crackled. "Itâs driving me crazy."
You wanted to reply, but he already pulled you close, and in his embrace, there was nothing of the calculating footballerâonly the trembling of a man acting without tactics for the first time in his life.
Later, walking you home, his fingers carefully laced with yours, as if testing whether this was real. And the next morning, he appeared under your window with two cups of coffeeâone black, like he always drank, the other with your favorite additions, which heâd memorized without even realizing when. No explanations. No calculations. Just because his feet brought him here on their own, defying all rules and schemes.
Ryusei Shidou
Shidou Ryusei never asked â he took. Soccer balls, victories, girls' attention â everything fell at his feet by itself, all it took was a snap of his fingers. But you... You made him work for you.
It all started with a defiant look you threw at him across the bar, while his admirers swarmed around him, and you calmly finished your cocktail, clearly unimpressed by his signature smirk. It got to him. He approached, leaning his hands on the counter on both sides of you, blocking out everything around.
"Either you're very brave, or very stupid," he hissed, baring his teeth.
You just raised an eyebrow, "Or maybe I'm just not impressed by cheap tricks."
His eyes flared with dangerous fire â the same one that usually appeared right before he sent the ball into the net from an impossible angle. Shidou hated losing, especially at what he considered himself the best.
For three weeks, he pursued you with the persistence of a madman: showed up at your workplace with gifts (which you returned), bombarded you with voice messages (you sent them to block), and ambushed you after practice (only to get your icy glare).
Everything changed on a rainy evening, when you saw the real him â not the star of "Blue Lock," but an exhausted guy sitting under the pouring rain on an empty stadium after a disastrous match.
"Go away," he growled when you stepped closer, but you stayed. Silently sat beside him, ignoring the rain, handed him your umbrella â that same one with the ridiculous panda print he'd laughed at a week ago.
Shidou examined it, then suddenly grabbed your chin:
"You... You're messing with me on purpose, aren't you?"
His lips burned yours before you could answer. The kiss was rough, desperate, without a hint of his usual theatrics â as if he'd finally taken off his mask.
"You're mine," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. "Only mine. Understood?" His voice held a question, not an order. For the first time in his life, the king was waiting for your decision.
And when you reached for him again for another kiss, he chuckled faintly â not his usual showy laugh, but a quiet, happy one that no one but you had ever heard â before kissing you again, this time tenderly.
Rin Itoshi
You had always been by his side. At firstâjust a shadow on the edge of his world, thenâan inseparable part of his cold, calculated life. Rin wasnât the type to bare his soul; his emotions hid behind an icy gaze and sharp words, but you saw the other side of him. You noticed the slight curl of his lips when he saw you, how his eyes lingered on your retreating figure when you parted ways, how once, when you fell, he abruptly stopped training and ran to you, how his hands clenched into fists when you laughed with someone else.
You remained just friends, but one evening changed everything. After a hard-fought victory in the competition, everyone had left, but you stayed behind in the empty hall, staring at the ceiling. And then he appearedâRin, silent as always.
"Celebrating your victory alone?" His voice was emotionless.
You smiled without looking at him:
"And what, are you stalking me?"
Silence. Then footsteps. He sat beside you, not touching you, but closeâso close you could feel the warmth of his body.
"I donât care," he lied.
You turnedâand saw his fingers nervously gripping the cuffs of his sweater. His eyes, usually so cold, now burned with fear.
"Rin...?"
He stood abruptly, as if ready to flee, but instead... turned to you and simply met your gaze.
"I hate this," he whispered, looking away. "I hate that you make me feel this way."
In that moment, you understoodâRin was forcing himself past his own walls. His confession wasnât in words, but in the tremor of his hands, in how he couldnât run even if he wanted to.
You reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"And I hate that you pretend you donât care."
His breath caught. And then, for the first time, *the ice cracked*âhe pulled you to him so tightly, as if afraid youâd vanish if he let go.
"You..." His voice was hoarse, broken. "Youâre the only one who sees the real me. I love you, even if itâs stupid."
You laughed softlyâbecause only Rin Itoshi could confess his love while calling it stupid. But his kiss, no longer hesitant, swallowed your laughter. You held him tight and kissed him back, letting him knowâthese feelings were mutual.
Sae Itoshi
You were an *inconvenient variable* in his life. Sae Itoshi didnât believe in loveâor, more accurately, saw no purpose in it. Emotions disrupted focus, and relationships distracted from football, but you... you *constantly* threw off his calculations.
At first, he simply noticed what set you apart: you didnât pester him with stupid questions, didnât flirt like some of his fans. You silently watched his games, occasionally making sharp remarks that made him pause for a second. It irritated him. But then came something far more dangerousâhabit. He caught himself searching for you in the crowd after matches, memorizing the way your face looked when you disagreed with him.
Over time, he noticed youâd stopped coming to his games as often, started spending more time with some guyâmatching outfits, casual touches, the kind of closeness that couldnât be faked. It shouldnât have mattered to him. But it did, and that tension coiled tighter every time he saw you together.
The breaking point came on a rainy day. You were walking past the training field where he was drilling shots when the downpour hit. You yelped, arms uselessly shielding your headâand Sae turned just in time to see it.
"Idiot," he muttered, shrugging off his jacket.
He draped it over your shoulders but didnât step back. Rain streaked down his face as you mumbled about meeting someone, already moving to return itâuntil his fingers locked around your wrist.
"You..." His voice was strange, almost uncertain. "Youâre disrupting my peace."
You froze.
"I donât understand whatâs happening to me. Itâs inefficient... Itâs in the way." His eyes darkened with something like frustration, like grief. "When youâre not there. When I see you with himâ"
He cut himself off, jaw clenched. You reached up, brushing rain from his cheek:
"Sae... are you jealous?"
He flinched, as if struck.
"Donât be ridiculous," he hissedâbut his arms were already pulling you against him, crushing you to his chest. "Just... shut up."
His face buried in your shoulder like he couldnât bear to let go. You were stunned, but your heart burned. The truth? Youâd loved him for ages, too terrified to show it, convinced heâd reject you. That "other guy" was just your brother visiting from abroadâyour feelings for Sae had never wavered, only buried themselves deeper.
"Iâm sorry, but I canât stay quiet anymore." Your voice wavered as you hugged him back. "I... I like you. Thereâs never been anyone else. But I was scaredâscared I wasnât enough for you."
Sae stiffened. Pulling back just enough to search your face, disbelief flickeredâthen softened into something tender. His hands slid to cradle your jaw, foreheads tilting together until your lips met under the rain.
He never said it back. Not then. But the way he kissed youâdesperate, relievedâtold you everything.
Reo Mikage
Every morning, Reo waited for you at the school gates, casually leaning against the fence, with two juice boxes in his hands (one for you). Every time, he secretly watched you from afar, even if he was going the other way. And when other girls, blushing, blocked his path with confessions, he only smiled politely and said: "Sorry, I'm already taken." But you didnât understand that he meant you.
That day was ordinaryâyou were sitting on the school roof, sharing lunch, when Reo suddenly fell silent. You looked up and saw him gripping his sandwich so hard that the mayonnaise squeezed out onto his fingers.
â Those idiots from the soccer club again... â he muttered, looking down where a group of guys had surrounded you the day before.
You laughed:
â Reo, I donât even remember their faces.
He turned sharply to you, and something new flashed in his eyesâsomething uneasy.
â But I remember. I remember everyone who looks at you for too long.
Silence. Your heart skipped a beat.
You laughed off the situation, but after that, Reo became⊠strange. He touched your hand more often, as if by accident, but his hand was burning. He got angry when you were late but immediately softened as soon as you apologized. And once, when you sneezed, he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, saying: "Donât you dare get sick." But the strangest thing happened after the match. Reo won, and a crowd of fangirls rushed toward him. You stepped aside, but suddenly, you felt a strong grip on your wrist. He pulled you out of the crowd, pressed you against the wall, and whispered:
â Why are you leaving? You seeâIâm only looking for you.
One day, he invited you to the roof at night. The moon, the silence, and Reo, nervously fidgeting with his sweater.
"I⊠donât know how to confess beautifully," he began. "But your smile is burned into my memory, I think about you too often, I want to see you happy."
You felt warmth spreading through your chest.
"I donât want anyoneâs feelings but yours. SoâŠ" â He took a step forward, and his forehead touched yours.
"Be only mine. Please."
You saw him clench his teeth, ready for any answerâeven rejection. But you didnât make him wait.
"Reo," you whispered, feeling your lips stretch into a smile. "Iâve only ever looked at you."
His eyes widened, and for a second, he froze, as if not believing his ears, then he pulled you toward him **so sharply that you gasped, his arms wrapping around your waist, pressing you close, and his lips touched yours. It wasnât a gentle kissâit was greedy, full of relief. His fingers tangled in your hair, and you gripped his sweater to keep from losing your balance because your knees were buckling.
When you finally pulled apart, he pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing uneven.
"I⊠wonât let you change your mind," he said it like a warning, but his voice held vulnerability.
You smiled and touched his lips:
"And I donât plan to."
You were always thereâquiet but persistent. Unlike others, you didnât shower him with admiration or try to exploit his fame. You simply stayed by his side, and that infuriated Kaiser the most. He was used to people being tools: some for achieving glory, others for entertainment. But you... you didnât fit into that scheme.
"Why are you here?" he once snapped when you sat silently beside him after practice.
"I like being here," you answered simply.
He gritted his teeth. "Liar. Always lying." Thatâs what he thought of you.
But you didnât leave. You came back, again and again.
One day, after a brutal match, Kaiser collapsed onto the bench, fists clenched. That day, he lost to his rivalâhe, the imperator, had made a mistake.
"Get up," you said, handing him water. "The game isnât over yet."
His head jerked up:
"Did you even watch? I fucked up."
"I did. But you donât give up."
He froze. No one had ever said that to himâeveryone only expected victories.
Kaiser began noticing things. How his eyes searched for you. How it irritated him when others talked to you, even though he called it weakness. But then, one day, when you didnât show up to practice (youâd just overslept), he lost it. Texted. Called. Even stormed out of training to check if you were okay.
"Youâ" He grabbed your shoulders when he saw you in the hallway, his voice cracking. "You scared me."
You smiled:
"Since when does Kaiser fear anything?"
He recoiled like heâd been burned and walked away as if nothing happened.
You kept attending his practices, both pretending nothing had changed. Kaiser stood gripping the ball, ignoring you, while you sat in the standsâuntil he suddenly spoke.
"Why are you still here?" he asked, not turning around.
"Because I want to be with you."
"Youâre stupid. I use people. I donât know how to..." His fists tightened. "Love."
You walked down, closing the distance between you.
"Who said you have to know how?"
And then, he broke.
"Iâ" His voice faltered, trembling. "I donât want to lose you."
You took his hand.
"Then donât."
And for the first time in his life, the imperator realized weakness wasnât defeat.
Then he kissed youâgreedily, desperately, as if afraid youâd vanish.
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Think fast Iâm a random girl challenge. Blue Lock.
You decided to joke and make a challenge for your boyfriend from Blue Lock
Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Ryusei Shidou, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Michael Kaiser
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi sits at the table, intently drawing tactical diagrams (yes, even on weekends he thinks about football). You sneak up with a cup of tea, place it in front of him and smile innocently:
"Yoichi, there's something important..."
"Hm?" He raises his eyes, and at that moment you abruptly change your expression.
"Think fast!" you whisper with fake coquettishness, grabbing his collar. "I'm a random girl now!"
Your lips rapidly approach his face - closer, closer... His reflexes work faster than his consciousness, in a split second he jumps back, knocking over the chair, and you hear a deafening crash.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Isagi breathes heavily as if he just ran a sprint. "I could have... I mean... Aah!"
You nearly die laughing while he, red to the tips of his ears, picks up the chair and mutters something about "unreasonable girls."
Ryusei Shidou
You knew it was a bad idea - Shidou Ryusei was walking provocation, the king of chaos, a man who'd never let himself be cornered. But that's exactly why you decided to challenge him with this, knowing it would definitely lead to something interesting.
Shidou was sprawled on the couch after practice, noisily chewing an energy bar while watching clips of his goals. You approach, pretending to adjust your shoelaces.
"Hey, Shidou..." You suddenly spring up in front of him, blocking the TV screen.
"Think fast!" you say challengingly, grabbing his chin. "I'm a random girl now!"
Your nose almost touches hisâyou can feel his breath, your lips just barely brushing his. Shidou doesn't react at all, so after the kiss, you pull back, annoyed.
His lips stretch into that same cocky smirk that sends shivers down opponents' spines.
"Seriously?" He slowly rises, forcing you to take a step back. "You brought this on yourself, bunny."
His arm suddenly snakes around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Well then, random girl," his voice is a slow, dangerous promise. "You sure you're ready for the consequences?"
You suddenly realizeâyour own challenge has just become your personal defeat.
Rin Itoshi
You've noticed for a while that Rin Itoshi is a creature of habit. His world revolves around soccer, winning, and... well, maybe a couple other things. But what if you disrupted his boring routine? You decided to stage a "Think fast, I'm a random girl" moment.
Rin sits on the couch, buried in match analysis. You pretend to scroll through your phone while secretly studying his reaction out of the corner of your eye.
"Rin..." you say, keeping your tone deliberately neutral.
"Hm?" He doesn't even look up from the screen.
"Think fast," you suddenly switch to a playful voice. "I'm a random girl now."
Before he can process what's happening, you lean in pretending to go for a kiss. His hand instantly plants itself on your forehead, pushing you back to a safe distance. His gaze is icy, but the corner of his mouth twitches with barely concealed irritation.
"...Did you hit your head or something?"
You bounce back laughing. Rin returns to his notes, but you know - he'll be mentally replaying this absurdity for the next ten minutes and will remember it for a long time. After all, even the king of soccer needs to face surprises sometimes... especially when they're orchestrated by you.
Sae Itoshi
Sae sprawled on the couch, watching football matches and analyzing them. You sidle up to him with an innocent expression.
"Hey, Sae..." you begin, toying with a strand of your hair.
"What?"
You take a deep breath and suddenly change your facial expression.
"Think fast!" you say, trying to mimic someone else's voice. "I'm a random girl now!"
You abruptly lean in toward him as if going for a kiss. Sae doesn't even blink. Your lips freeze a centimeter away from his while he just stares at you, trying to understand the point of all this.
"Are you done?" he finally says, lazily raising an eyebrow. "If you wanted attention, you could've just asked."
You pull back, disappointed.
"You're so boring..."
"Yeah," he smirks. "But predictable."
Reo Mikage
Reo sits in the kitchen after practice, leisurely sipping his coffee. You approach, pretending to have forgotten something in the room.
"Reo..." you begin, leaning slightly toward him.
"Hm?" He lifts his eyes, but his expression remains unchanged.
You suddenly shift your posture, grab his clothes and whisper:
"Think fast! I'm a random girl now!"
Your lips hover a centimeter from his - you catch the subtle scent of his expensive cologne. For a split second, his eyelids lower slightly and his lips part just a little - as if he almost surrendered to the moment. But in the next instant, he pulls back with a slight frown.
"That's... unexpected," he says, running a hand through his hair. You notice his fingers trembling faintly.
"What's wrong, Reo? Nervous?" you tease.
"Don't be ridiculous," he averts his gaze.
The truth is, he would never kiss another girl because he loves you too much - he barely restrained himself from kissing you the moment he realized you were pretending to be someone else.
Seishiro Nagi
You always knew: Nagi was someone practically impossible to provoke emotionally. His frightening coldness, emotionless gaze, and complete lack of reaction to any provocation made him the perfect candidate for this challenge.
The guy stands by the window, thoughtfully looking outsideâit's impossible to tell what he's thinking. You approach him and start the conversation:
"Nagi..." you say, deliberately casual.
"..." He silently looks at you, making it clear with his eyes that he's waiting for you to finish what you wanted to say.
You suddenly position yourself in front of him, grab his sleeve, and sharply pull him toward you.
"Think fast! I'm a random girl now!"
Your face is an inch from hisâyou see your own reflection in his eyes. The guy doesn't do anything drastic, merely leans back from your lips and asks:
"Why?"
You freeze in slight bewilderment. What kind of question is that?
"Uh... well, it's a challenge..."
Nagi first looks at you uncomprehendingly, then averts his gaze and says he doesn't want to kiss other girls. But he doesn't want to refuse you either, even if you're pretending to be someone else, so he asks you not to do this again and to just kiss him normally if that's what you want.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser stands before the mirror, adjusting his perfect hair and checking how the light falls on his cheekbones. You approach, pretending to search for something in the drawer.
"Kaiser..." you call flirtatiously.
"Hmm?" He doesn't even tear his gaze away from his reflection.
You suddenly grab his chin and turn his face toward you.
"Think fast! I'm a random girl now!"
Your lips are a centimeter from his. You feel his breath mingled with expensive cologne. Your actions catch him off guardâhis eyes widen and he jerks back abruptly, hitting his back against the cabinets.
"WAS ZUR HĂLLE?!" He looks at you as if you weren't trying to kiss him, but murder him. You burst out laughing, but not for longâwithin seconds he closes in on you, blocking the exit.
"You're laughing?" His voice sounds dangerous. "Then let's laugh together with other challenges."
He takes your hand and drags you to your room, where he proceeds to vividly demonstrate all his love for youâso you wouldn't joke like that again.
At what point did the character realize he was in love with you
Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi,
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi likes a competitive spirit, so he often offered some challenges to see who would eat the food faster or who would find this or that thing faster. He liked to beat you, but over time he started to deliberately give in sometimes, he caught himself thinking that he was starting to like seeing you happy and joyful when you beat him. Football was his whole life, but over time he wanted to combine football with you, so he often invited you to watch his training sessions or tried to teach you how to play. He didn't think that he fell in love with you at any particular moment, it seemed to him that his love existed from the very beginning, Isagi liked spending time with you and often called you somewhere.
Sae Itoshi
You were Sae's assistant, often accompanied him on various trips, and during that time you got to know his habits and character well. You were just doing your job, not thinking that Sae might show any interest in you, but all this time the guy was also interested in you, your character and your life. Even your contact is signed on his phone with a heart, which is very unusual for such a cold guy. Although this is your job, you often took care of Sae, his morale, and tried to cheer him up, which really hooked Itoshi and he began to slowly get attached to you.
Reo Mikage
Your father and Reo's father were well acquainted, so they saw each other often, so you met Reo as a child, you became friends and walked together a lot, your bright smile was forever ingrained in the guy's head and you became his first love. He always remembered the time he spent with you with a smile, your paths parted, but you continued to think about each other. You always rejected other guys when they confessed to you, just like Reo, who also rejected all girls and did not enter into a relationship with anyone. He wanted to meet you again one day and it happened. Although he doesn't really like spending time with his father, sometimes he had to go with him to some events, which you were at. Both of you have grown and changed a lot, but that didn't stop Reo from recognizing you among the crowd of people, he immediately came up to you as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and you were surprised too. You smiled gently at the guy and it awakened in him again the feeling that he had for you once upon a time. He asked for your number and you started chatting again, the guy had a clear goal - to do everything so that you would not break up anymore.
Seishiro Nagi
You started communicating with Nagi thanks to Reo, because he introduced you, at first Nagi treated you coldly, showed no interest or emotion, but you spent more and more time together, began to find common topics. It turned out that you are very good at playing games, so you often played together and joked about something. Nagi started listening to your opinion and wanted to take care of your preferences too, as soon as you said that you liked a particular type of tea, the guy immediately went to look for it in stores to treat you to it the next day. He gets tired quickly, but when you get tired, he's like a big cat hugging you until you fall asleep or rest. At first, he was a little jealous of Reo, afraid that you would steal him, but now he notices that he is a little sad that you sometimes take care of not only him, but also another guy.
Ryusei Shido
Shido is almost not interested in anything except football and everything related to it, but he had just as much fun with you. He really enjoyed watching your reaction to his antics every time, enjoyed teasing you and liked your concern for him when he did something dangerous. He used to live only for football, and when he couldn't play it in the evenings, he felt sick and empty, but you were able to dispel that emptiness. He didn't realize right away that this was romantic love, he just realized that he likes spending time with you and every time he's free, he writes to you with an offer to do something together.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser is a narcissistic person and uses everyone as a tool, at first you were his fan and started helping him by constantly collecting information about opponents in future matches, but every time you saw Kaiser's behavior behind the mask of the "emperor" your fanaticism faded, you no longer praised the guy for nothing. You sensibly assessed his pros and cons, you found his weaknesses, and eventually you began to see in him not just a good football player, but a person with his own worries and problems. Kaiser is used to the fact that you listen to him like a dog and noticed the moment that you began to look at him in a different way, without such a sparkle in your eyes. Of course, you accepted all the flaws of the guy, treating him with care, but he did not understand this and thought that you were disappointed in him. He didn't understand why he cared, because initially you were just a fan, one day you had a conversation about it, you told him everything as it was and asked him to be sincere with you, because you don't want a guy to fight everything alone, it touched him to the depths of his soul. At first, of course, he doubted and pulled away from you, because he was worried that he would become weaker because of his attachment to you, but time proved to him that you can trust you and you will not betray him.
Rin Itoshi
The guy rarely shows emotions, you used to be friends with his brother, so Rin was interested, it seemed to him that you shared a common sadness that Sae had changed. Rin just talked to you sometimes, asked about his brother, or talked about his athletic achievements, you always listened to him and supported him, since he was like a younger brother to you, but the guy perceived it in his own way. He liked your concern, so Rin tried to do the same for you, maybe he didn't say warm words as often, but he cared through actions. If you get tired or sick, he will come to you with a bag of food, prepare delicious tea and make lunch, if during your general training you will not keep up with him, he will slow down and try to run at your speed. Slowly, you will become the closest person to Rin and he will get used to your presence in his life, he will realize that he is afraid of losing you, too, so he will try very hard to make sure that you do not need anything next to him.
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