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isagi yoichi – accidentally becoming football's greatest meme generator because english is beating his ass
everybody agrees that isagi is actually really good at english now, especially compared to when he first started playing overseas, except he still has one fatal weakness: he knows the words individually, but sometimes he assembles the grammar in the most devastating order imaginable, completely changing the meaning of whatever he was trying to say, and because he's so confident when he says it, nobody realizes it was an accident until 5 seconds later.
the reporters don't even correct him anymore because they're trying not to laugh.
after a champions league match, someone asks him, "yoichi, what was your mentality going into tonight?"
"i wanted to finish."
there’s a brief pause.
"... finish the game?"
"yes… that’s what i meant… please edit that part out.”
another time he tries complimenting the opposing goalkeeper.
"he was very hard."
dead silence.
"to score against," he quickly adds, waving both hands. "TO SCORE AGAINST."
the clip already has 12 million views.
his teammates have started betting on whether the post-match interview will produce another viral soundbite. “￥1000 he says something insane” or “￥2000 that he accidentally threatens someone."
isagi doesn't understand why everyone keeps asking him if he's "locked in."
"because i AM locked in."
"... no, yoichi."
"?"
"they're quoting you."
"what did i say?"
they pull up the interview: "i am very inside."
"... i meant focused."
"we know."
eventually, the internet starts calling them "yoichisms."
every interview has a compilation ready before it's even over.
"i enjoy touching balls."
"today i penetrated many defense."
"our chemistry is getting harder."
"i love when 11 men come together."
"STOP POSTING THEM," he begs.
"they're educational."
"THEY AREN'T."
the funniest part is that whenever he's speaking japanese, he's one of the most articulate, intelligent players in football.
switch him to english and he's accidentally inventing phrases that get printed on t-shirts.
the comments are always the exact same, too:
“someone get my goat a grammar textbook.”
“leave him alone he's trying his best 😭”
“every interview is a side quest.”
“bro's vocabulary stat is 99, but sentence construction is -12.”
poor guy is genuinely trying. the internet just refuses to let him succeed.
itoshi rin – treating every interviewer like they're interrupting his nap + inspired by this michael olise clip
nobody has ever seen someone care less about media obligations.
he fulfills them because his contract says he has to. not because he wants to.
every single clip begins exactly the same way – hood up, sunglasses on, headphones still around his neck, walking like the interviewer isn't even there.
"rin! just a few words for spain after tonight's victory?"
"we won."
"what did you think about their performance?"
"they lost."
"any message for the fans?"
"sleep."
and he keeps walking.
another reporter jogs beside him. "how do you feel after scoring the winning goal?"
"fine."
"anything else?"
"no."
"could you elaborate?"
"no."
the poor interviewer looks directly into the camera like he's being held hostage.
the funniest part is that nobody can tell if rin is intentionally funny or if this is genuinely just how he lives.
one reporter tries changing tactics by asking, "who inspired your football growing up?"
"... me."
"yourself?"
"yeah."
"but your older brother is sae itoshi."
"and?" he keeps walking.
another viral clip happens because someone desperately sticks a microphone in front of him. "rin! any thoughts before facing germany?"
he slowly pulls one earbud out. "we're playing germany?"
"yes."
he puts the earbud back in and walks away.
every media outlet eventually starts making bingo cards.
☐ says fewer than five words☐ ignores question entirely ☐ walks away mid-interview ☐ visibly annoyed ☐ sunglasses indoors
they always get bingo.
the fans love it because his complete lack of enthusiasm loops back around into comedy.
people start editing meme audios over clips of him walking past 30 reporters asking questions while he doesn't acknowledge a single living soul.
the captions always read:
“bro has somewhere significantly less important to be.” “he's allergic to microphones.” “media training lost.” “aura farming isn't enough anymore, he's aura harvesting.”
itoshi sae – football's most desired man... by other men
one day, he was just an insanely talented midfielder (he still is). the next day, every retired football legend, current superstar, celebrity, actor, musician, and suspicious number of grown men were publicly admitting that they thought he was attractive (this is still true). and i mean aggressively.
post-match interviews become unbearable.
"sae, incredible performance tonight."
"thanks."
"also respectfully, you're very handsome."
"uh, okay."
"my wife actually told me to say that."
"good for her."
"i'm lying, by the way."
"i figured."
another former football legend gets invited onto a sports talk show.
"who would you most like to play alongside?"
"sae."
"why?"
"... next question."
twitter immediately responds: brother that's not why 😭😭😭
every awards ceremony includes one grown man looking at sae like he wants to crack him.
photographers catch the most insane screenshots imaginable. haaland staring. mbappé staring. random premier league defenders staring. some 70 year old retired manager smiling at him like he's about to ask for his number.
sae notices approximately none of it. like "why are they looking at me? seriously. did i spill something?"
every compilation video is titled something ridiculous:
men forgetting they're on live television because sae walked by. straightest football interview. footballers trying not to admire sae challenge (impossible).
then somebody asks him about it during an interview.
"there's a running joke online that more men flirt with you than women."
"oh, is there?"
"you haven't noticed?"
"no."
"ronaldo called you beautiful."
"he was being polite."
"he winked at you."
"oh."
"mbappé called you gorgeous."
"that's nice."
"haaland reposted an edit of you."
"... why?"
the internet loses it because the only person unaware of his fan club is sae himself.
nagi seishiro – terrifyingly gifted at literally every game that has ever existed
football stopped being enough.
one random saturday, someone challenged him to a fighting game. he won.
someone else challenged him to bowling. he won.
dance dance revolution. he won.
air hockey. he won.
claw machine. he won first try.
shooting gallery. perfect score.
the issue isn't that he's competitive. it's that he isn't. like he genuinely could not care less.
"nagi, have you ever played this before?"
"no."
30 seconds later, he's holding first place on the leaderboard and mumbling "that's kinda annoying."
reo develops a stress twitch because he keeps introducing nagi to activities hoping he'll finally find something he's isn't naturally cracked at.
"okay, there's absolutely no way you can beat this."
"hm?"
"professional drumming simulator."
"okay."
15 minutes later, he’s SSS RANK.
"what."
"wasn't hard."
"IT'S LITERALLY CALLED EXTREME NIGHTMARE."
they visit an arcade. nagi casually wanders over to dance dance revolution.
"this looks tiring."
"then don't play."
"okay."
and he still gets a full combo.
another clip goes viral because someone challenges him to laser tag.
"i've been national champion 3 years in a row."
"cool."
10 minutes later, nagi has eliminated everyone.
"have you… done military training?"
"no. i play games."
"THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING."
eventually people stop asking whether nagi can do something. instead, they ask how long it'll take him to become unfairly good at it.
"chess?"
"probably 20 minutes."
"curling?"
"half an hour."
"competitive knitting?"
“give him lunch first."
and nagi never celebrates. he’ll just be like "did i win?"
"... yes. you did…"
"oh." then he goes back to scrolling on his phone.
mikage reo – football's biggest fanboy trapped inside the body of a world-class football superstar
people expect one of the richest and most successful footballers on the planet to act cool around other legends. they couldn’t be more wrong. reo turns into an excited 12 year old every single time.
"reo, you'll be sitting next to cristiano ronaldo tonight."
"..."
"reo?"
"... don't joke like that."
"i'm serious."
"... i have to go to the bathroom."
he has played against some of the greatest footballers in history. he still gets starstruck.
every charity match is just reo accidentally forgetting he's supposed to be their equal.
"mbappé said hi to me. he knows my name. HE KNOWS MY NAME."
"YOU HAVE ALMOST AS MANY TROPHIES AS HIM."
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
someone catches him asking messi for a picture.
"of course."
"thank you so much."
"by the way, reo."
"yeah?"
"you're literally in the ballon d'or top 3."
"i know, but that's MESSI."
don't even get him started on ronaldo. the first time they officially meet, reo spends the entire interaction trying to act normal.
"it's an honor."
"thank you."
"i grew up watching you."
"i appreciate that."
"sorry, can we actually take one more picture my mom won't believe me."
after ronaldo leaves, reo immediately opens the family group chat.
I MET HIM. LOOK. HE TALKED TO ME.
his butler responds with approximately 40 celebratory emojis.
whenever a reporter asks him about football history, tactics, or legendary matches, his eyes light up like someone just activated factory settings.
"don't even get me started. actually... please do."
then he's standing in front of the tactics board for 25 uninterrupted minutes explaining why messi's positioning here was genius, why ronaldo's movement there changed the sport forever, why haaland's off-ball runs are terrifying, why mbappé's acceleration makes defenders question their career choices, and somehow tying all of it back to one obscure champions league match from years ago that everyone else forgot existed.
"reo..."
"yeah?"
"we asked what your favorite goal celebration was."
"oh..."
football twitter absolutely adores him because underneath the designer suits, private jets, and billionaire aura is just a gigantic football nerd who still gets butterflies meeting the people whose posters used to hang on his bedroom wall, and that's one of the most endearing things about him.
bachira meguru – genuinely does not understand the concept of personal space and refuses to learn
there are exactly two distances in bachira's mind – touching you and not touching you yet.
teammates. opponents. referees. reporters. cameramen. security guards. random mascots. nobody is safe.
post-match interviews are basically a horror game because the interviewer will start speaking to the camera and then, without warning, bachira's head slowly appears over their shoulder like he spawned there.
"bachira, congratulations on the wi–"
"hi."
"hi…”
"what're we talking about?"
"the… the match."
"cool!” he proceeds to NOT leave. instead, he decides they’re sharing the microphone.
whenever someone interviews another player, bachira just wanders into frame.
interviewing isagi? bachira's leaning on his shoulder.
interviewing rin? bachira has wrapped an arm around him despite rin actively trying to walk away.
interviewing barou?
"bachira."
"yeah?"
"get. off."
"why?"
"because you're breathing my air."
"sharing is caring, king."
every celebration photo looks the exact same because bachira is hanging off someone like an excited golden retriever.
piggybacking isagi. leaning against chigiri. hugging reo. resting his head on nagi's arm while nagi doesn't even react anymore.
one time, the referee was explaining a VAR decision. somehow... bachira ended up next to him.
"why are you here?"
"just listening."
"you're not involved."
"i know. carry on."
another viral clip happens because a defender tries intimidating him before kickoff. they're nose-to-nose, glaring, tension everywhere.
bachira smiles. "your eyelashes are really pretty."
"huh?"
"can i touch them?"
the defender physically reboots like wtf?
commentators have literally started saying, "bachira appears to have adopted another footballer."
nobody knows how. nobody knows why. they just accept it.
the funniest part is that bachira truly thinks everyone else is weird.
"why do people keep backing away when i talk to them?"
"because you're 10 centimeters away from their face."
"ah."
5 minutes later, he's doing it again.
shidou ryusei – committing accidental assault every single match
there has never been a footballer whose limbs possess less situational awareness.
shidou isn't dirty. he's, well… moving. violently. and unpredictably… with enough enthusiasm to become everyone's problem.
every single match includes at least one replay that begins with, "let's take another look here..." and ends with someone getting kicked in the forehead.
"I DIDN'T EVEN SEE HIM."
"YOU JUMPED."
"SO DID HE."
"WITH HIS FACE."
overhead kick? someone's ducking.
bicycle kick? another casualty.
volley? pray.
the commentators have stopped sounding surprised.
"and shidou has accidentally kicked another player… that's the fourth one today."
"remarkably, all unintentional."
one poor defender gets clipped during an acrobatic finish.
shidou immediately runs over. "YO, YOU GOOD?"
"..."
"HELLO???!!!”
"i can't feel my eyebrows."
"that's probably temporary.”
the medic even starts laughing.
another time, he scores an absolute screamer and celebrates. he turns around too quickly. elbows his own teammate.
"BRO."
"MY BAD."
"YOU BROKE MY NOSE."
"BUT YOU LOOK COOLER NOW."
every referee knows him by name.
"ryusei shidou."
"yeah?"
"please."
"i didn't mean it."
"i know."
"he walked into my foot."
"your foot was over two meters in the air."
"exactly."
the internet edits together every accidental collision he's ever caused into one 20 minute compilation titled: shidou ryusei vs the human face.
but the good part? every victim ends up laughing afterward because he's so aggressively apologetic.
"SERIOUSLY, MAN, I'LL BUY YOU DINNER."
"YOU GAVE ME A CONCUSSION."
"AND DESSERT!!”
karasu tabito – football's undefeated king of sarcasm
karasu could answer every interview normally. he simply chooses not to. to him, life is more entertaining this way.
reporters walk into interviews thinking they're asking questions. they leave feeling like they got roasted for free.
"karasu, were you surprised by today's result?"
"nuh."
"you expected to win?"
"i expected 22 people to chase a ball."
"... i guess that's one way to put it."
another reporter asks, "how did you manage to stay so composed under pressure?"
"years of dealin’ with stupid questions."
"excuse me?"
"what? ya asked."
he says everything with the most casual smile imaginable, making it impossible to tell whether he's joking.
during one match, an opposing player starts trash talking.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN THAT GOOD."
karasu looks at the scoreboard. looks back. and goes "damn."
"?"
"must've imagined the score then." he walks away, leaving the guy gagged.
another time, someone dramatically falls over trying to draw a foul.
karasu doesn't even look concerned. he crouches beside them. tilts his head.
"need an ambulance? or an acting agent?"
yellow card. worth it.
the commentators secretly adore him.
"karasu appears to be exchanging words..."
"oh! we unfortunately cannot repeat that on television."
post-match interviews are basically stand-up comedy.
"any message for your critics?"
"yeah."
"go ahead."
"watch the game next time."
clips of him answering questions with the driest sarcasm imaginable become football twitter's favorite reaction videos.
he's accidentally created an entire genre of memes.
kaiser michael – football's biggest hater that’s also always aware of every camera angle
kaiser has never complimented another footballer without sounding like it physically hurt him.
"thoughts on today's opponent?"
"i dunno, they existed."
"they're one of the best teams in europe."
“mmm. debatable."
"their striker scored twice."
"he was lucky."
"your teammate had an incredible performance."
"it was acceptable."
"could you say something nice?"
"... his cleats matched, i guess."
that's the nicest thing anyone gets all season.
people start making compilations titled: kaiser attempting to compliment people (failed).
someone asks him about isagi, which you should NEVER do btw.
"he played like shit."
"oh?"
"that's all."
"no praise?"
"nein."
another interviewer tries. "what makes rin so dangerous?"
"mein gott, he's so damn annoying."
"because?"
"he keeps scoring."
"so... he's good?"
"i didn't say that."
"you literally implied it."
"that was your interpretation."
meanwhile, his second superpower is genuinely terrifying – he always knows where the camera is.
nobody understands it. hidden cameras, fan cameras, drones, broadcast cameras, someone's iphone in row 37. he finds them. every. single. time.
teammates start testing him.
"there's no camera over there."
kaiser casually turns 90 degrees and smiles. somewhere in the stadium, a fan screams because he looked directly into their phone lens.
after scoring, he'll celebrate facing the exact camera that gets the cleanest slow-motion shot.
photographers swear he's psychic.
"how did he know?"
"he blinked at lens 3."
"WE HADN'T EVEN SWITCHED TO LENS 3 YET."
the memes write themselves.
ness alexis – professional yapper, full-time "erm actually 🤓☝️" employee
ness cannot answer a question in under 3 minutes. he just can't.
ask him what he had for breakfast. congratulations. you're getting the agricultural history of wheat.
"ness, how did training go today?"
"well, that's actually a very interesting question because if we're talking specifically about today's session, we first have to establish what constitutes productive training, and statistically speaking–"
"ness."
"yeah?"
"one sentence please."
"... it was good."
everyone applauds.
another reporter asks something simple: "how's the weather?"
"erm, actually, according to the meteorological forecast, humidity is technically a larger contributing factor than temperature itself–"
"..."
"it's sunny."
teammates have started baiting him on purpose.
"ness."
"yeah?"
"did you know sharks are mammals?"
"ERM ACTUALLY–”
they all walk away before he's finished. he's still explaining.
during halftime someone jokingly says, "gravity feels stronger today."
"well, technically speaking–”
"GUYS RUN. HE'S STARTING." they scatter.
one of his most viral clips happens because a child asks for an autograph.
"you're my favorite player!"
"thank you! did you know the word autograph actually comes from the greek roots autos and graphein, meaning 'self' and 'to write,' which is fascinating because–”
the kid is staring respectfully. "oh… that’s cool."
"sorry." he signs the shirt.
another fan comments, i asked him what time it was and somehow learned the history of clocks.
despite all the yapping, nobody dislikes him because he's so genuinely excited about everything he talks about that it's weirdly endearing.
he'll interrupt himself to say, "oh! sorry, i'm talking too much again, aren't i?"
They really regret not confessing to you that day now that you happily run away with another man
Art by me heh (Gen listen to night flower by Ahn Ye Eun I'm bawling)
Isagi Yoichi
You were the most beautiful bride Isagi had looked upon.
No, not ‘were’.
You still are, you'll always be.
He stood at the pews with the other guests, white flower petals being thrown off by flower girls as everyone cheered for the newlyweds inside the church. Everyone was happy but him, the smile plastered on his face was forced, he just can't be here anymore. His heart squeezed itself from the pain he's witnessing in front of him.
You're happy, the happiest bride he ever saw as you kissed the man with everyone cheering around. Of course he clapped, he didn't want to cause unwanted drama. It's suspicious of a pro footballer being stiff on such a blessed moment.
He wanted to punch himself for keeping it inside that day. That confession he practiced for days with the homemade chocolates was discarded, he already lost when he saw you hugging your rumoured crush behind the school building, leaving him slump and shut off the next following weeks as he screamed at his pillow in frustration and regret.
—---
“We're engaged Yochan!” You happily raised your hand to show off the wedding ring, the (complex/minimal) design screamed what you'd adore every bit of it, it was so you. Something he dreamt of buying one day but…
It was a harsh slap on his face, he bit back his tongue, hand clenching on his water bottle tightly it'd explode as you handed him the invitation letter with a smile on both your faces. It didn't feel right to him, it didn't feel right at all. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to be on his knees and beg you to marry him instead, he wanted to scream it out with how much he regretted not interfering or at least confessing to you earlier than he did.
But he didn't.
He only smiled and let out a small ‘congrats’, which was out of character for him to do. He took the invitation with shaky hands, he didn't really want to go but then again, it's the last time he'd see you before you start a new life with your fiance. Before you start your own family with a man that isn't him.
—---
So that day came, and all he could do was watch, watch something that could've been his life. So goodbye to the supposed future of the two of you being together, goodbye to the days where he'd imagine waking up with you next to him. Goodbye to the times where you comforted him at his loneliest times. Before blue lock, before fame, before he got recognized as the greatest striker… because at that time, you only recognized him as Yochan, not anyone else with massive egos or a famous status.
You looked back at him with the prettiest smile, your veil swaying elegantly as you bid everyone good bye, bidding him goodbye as he looked at you with a sad smile, swallowing the lump on his throat as he internally screamed from everything, from him, for you, to this.
'Please come back..Please bring her back to me..'
He was desperately praying in his head to have you again, the chants getting faster by the second as you walked farther away from him. But I guess that’s not something the universe can do.
Rin Itoshi
He can't take it anymore, the necktie was quite loose yet he couldn't breathe, the priest was reciting the same script as you and your fiance stood at the altar. The dress you wore had adorned your body, the satin was decorated with crystal beads that made you stand out that day. But it was you who made the dress stand out more, in his head.
Just what happened? Everything went too fast for him, Rin couldn't think straight, couldn't wait another minute and would just flat out leave but that would be disrespectful and would raise unwanted attention to everyone, including you.
“Before I proceed, does anyone know of any reason why these two should not be married? Speak now or forever hold your peace. ”
That was his chance.
His body snapped as he opened his mouth, but his throat cut up, nothing came out as he froze. Can he really object to your wedding for the sake of you not getting married to anyone but him? Can he be selfish just this once outside of his career and have you? Can you just…come back?
He bit his lower lip and looked away defeatedly, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched tightly as his shoulders tensed, tears were threatening to spill in the corner of his eyes as he held everything inside. ‘Damn you.’ He didn't know why he thought of that, but he was angry at himself for everything.
Why did it have to be like this? First it was his brother changing and abandoning their dreams, now it's you coming back to Japan years later, only to get married with your fiance here for the honeymoon trip.
After you even said you'd marry him when you were both 14.
‘I'll marry you Rin! So you don't have to be alone!’ The words you said burned through him after 10 years, his teeth bit his lip harder, blood threatening to spill as he remembered his younger self not answering you. Still in shock after what his older brother had said to him.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Rin looked up on instinct, snapping off from his thoughts as he witnessed your fiance pulling you into a loving kiss with everyone cheering. The scene was beautiful for everyone as his heart shattered, the scene in front of him made him sick, his gut was just an endless pit of bitter feelings he couldn't express in a day like this.
He really wanted to lash out towards his younger self, for not answering you, for leaving you behind and focusing on soccer instead, he wasn't thinking right in the head but present Rin now regretted everything. He really regretted not returning his feelings back now that he’s watching you leave with another man, this was torture for someone like him.
He quietly left the scene, heading towards the bathroom desperately, resting his palms on the sink as he stared at himself at the mirror, at this very moment, he looked pathetic after watching the two of you legally and officially seal and commit to each other. He didn’t want to stay anymore, didn’t want to see you being happy with anyone but him. That was selfish, yes, but can you really call it that when 2 of his favourite people had left his life?
The celebration echoed throughout the bathroom, but for Rin, it was just noise that he would've appreciated if he were in your husband’s shoes.
Sae Itoshi
Despite having eyes on him on your wedding day, Sae kept his composure, because 1 he didn’t want to have guests asking pictures of him, 2 he wanted to leave. But since it’s your day he’ll stay for a few more minutes and suffer more.
His teal eyes were tired, dark circles showed up 2 weeks after you invited him to your wedding right after he just landed back in Spain. He wasn’t tired from the matches, no, never, he was tired from sleeping so late at night, he stared at the invitation that was getting wrinkled with how hard he’s gripping it.
He watched you from afar, the groom’s face was blurred out for him, all he could see was you in that white dress. A fit and flared lace that hugged your body right, one of the traits he had admired about you years ago when he moved back to Spain after U20.
He still clearly remembers that time where he was excited about being in Re al, that time you’d help him out in places as he stuck close to you. But despite your kind demeanor, staying in a team that pressured him twice as much with people around the world watching like a hawk broke him. He failed that day, thus making him fall off and hit rock bottom.
Yet you stayed, you stayed when he was at his lowest, when he locked himself in his room as you embraced him. He missed his home, his parents, his little brother, everything. Yet you made his life more bearable in Spain, and he’ll forever thank you for that as you helped him up on his feet.
As months passed by, he wanted to come clean about the feelings he had for you but kept quiet. What if he’d be too busy to maintain the relationship he wanted? What about the foundations? The time zones when you two would get apart? Would he make you happy?...And..
Would you return his feelings??
That question scared him, yes he may be rude and would shut people out so easily if he doesn’t find them interesting, but when it’s about you, he really can’t help but feel open and warm inside.
The sound of the bells rang loudly as doves flew from one place to another, it really was fate that brought them together as people left and right cheered and cried but him. He stood still, not wanting to tamper with the universe, not wanting to ruin anything that would involve you. And as much as he wanted to reach out to you, your husband already held you by the waist as you both walked down the aisle as friends and relatives congratulated you all around.
You lifted your head, neck stretching as your eyes looked for him, and that gesture tugged on his chest, he assumed that you wanted to talk to him, or at least do any sort of contact, and when your (e/c) found his mournful teal ones. You just gave him a smile.
The one thing he loved the most, Sae returned a smaller one, a real one that you missed dearly when the both of you were still young. You were glad that your best friend attended your wedding, otherwise you’d be upset that his presence wasn’t around on a day like this.
Sae already knew from the way you looked at him, that you didn’t see him the way he does with you. But what if he just pushed himself to do it that day? Would everything change? Would he be the one kissing you at the altar and celebrate the wedding until midnight? Would he be the father to tend to both of your kids and pick them up after school? Would he be the one to call you his wife every time you share your late night talks together?
Would he?
All those questions were eating him at the back of his head, your back was facing him and he didn’t know what expression he held after questioning himself. But all he felt was dread, yearning and desperate for the life he wanted with you but he couldn't do anything about it as he watched the two of you leave the church.
God if only he hadn’t kept it to himself then he’d be in your life for the rest of his days, blessed to be waking up every morning with you beside him.
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Three days of unanswered messages, unopened conversations, and a chatbox that felt more like a battlefield than a place where two people once laughed together. Your thumb drifted absentmindedly across the screen, scrolling through your conversation with Itoshi Sae as the pale blue glow of your phone illuminated your face in the darkness of your bedroom. Every message seemed heavier than the last—the harsh words you had thrown at him, the blunt replies he had sent back, neither of you willing to take a step back before things spiraled beyond repair.
A weary sigh escaped your lips as you let your phone fall onto the mattress beside you. Rolling over, you buried your face into your pillow, hoping that somehow the silence would quiet the relentless thoughts gnawing at your mind. It didn't. If anything, they only grew louder. Should I text him? Should I apologize? Maybe... maybe I went too far. The questions echoed endlessly until your hand instinctively reached for your phone once more. You unlocked it, opened your chat with him, and watched the blinking cursor wait patiently for you. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, frozen in hesitation.
...No.
Why should you apologize?
Your brows furrowed as irritation replaced uncertainty. It was his fault. He was always the one who kept you waiting, always distant, always making you feel as though wanting a simple reply was asking for too much. If anyone should be apologizing, it was Sae. With an annoyed huff, you tossed your phone away once again and stared blankly at the ceiling. You hated this feeling. You hated how much you missed him despite everything, and even more than that, you hated how your first instinct was still to reach for him. Maybe it was pride. Maybe stubbornness. Or maybe you were simply exhausted from always being the one trying to fix things. Before you realized it, your thoughts drifted back to where everything had begun.
Earlier that morning, you had sent him your usual good morning text, wishing him a good day with the little heart you always added at the end. It wasn't anything special—just a habit the two of you had unconsciously built over the course of your relationship. Hours slipped by without a reply. Normally, you would've brushed it off. Soccer practice, interviews, training sessions—there was always something demanding his attention. But today was different. He didn't have practice, interviews, or any commitments that you knew of. What made it worse was seeing his online status appear more than once throughout the day. You watched it flicker on and off while your message remained untouched, each passing minute tightening the knot in your stomach.
Unable to ignore it any longer, you sent another message, telling him you knew he was online and reminding him that he didn't even have training today. A minute later, your phone vibrated.
Relief washed over you for the briefest moment before disappearing just as quickly.
His reply was short.
Stop pestering me.
Four words.
Just four words.
No explanation.
No apology.
No reassurance.
Something inside you snapped.
Your fingers moved faster than your thoughts, frustration spilling into every word you typed. You demanded to know how simply wanting a reply from your own boyfriend had become "pestering." The response came almost immediately.
He told you that you were making a big deal out of nothing.
Nothing.
The word echoed painfully in your head. Every ignored message, every canceled plan, every conversation that somehow ended with you apologizing instead of him came rushing back all at once. Months of bottled-up frustration poured out through your messages, each one more emotional than the last. Yet Sae remained exactly the same. His replies were short, detached, almost robotic, as though your anger barely registered. As though you were simply another inconvenience interrupting his day. His indifference only fueled your frustration further until the conversation no longer resembled two lovers arguing—it became two people desperately trying to wound each other with words they knew they'd regret.
And then...
Silence.
Neither of you sent another message.
Neither of you apologized.
Three days passed.
Back in the present, you rubbed your temples with a quiet groan, unsure whether the headache came from overthinking or from remembering every painful detail.
"Idiot..."
You weren't entirely sure if you meant yourself or Sae.
Then, the silence shattered.
Ding.
You flinched.
Your gaze slowly shifted toward your phone lying beside you. Your heartbeat quickened as you reached for it, almost afraid of what—or who—you'd find waiting on the other side of the screen. The moment the screen lit up, your breath caught in your throat.
Sae.
For one foolish, fleeting second, hope bloomed inside your chest.
Maybe he was apologizing.
Maybe he missed you too.
Maybe...
You unlocked your phone.
Your eyes immediately searched for his message.
You done being dramatic?
...
The fragile hope you had been clinging to shattered almost instantly.
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a/n: helloeeeee posting instead of commenting ig? cliffhanger :0
based on a real life experience by a friend, anyway enjoy!
Thank you to @angeliicide for the bannersssss
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You: "The one that was due today! Gosh—" *rushing to your laptop.*
Lorenzo: "Whats it about???"
Sae: "Why do you wanna know? You don't even work there."
Lorenzo: "oh, right."
Loki: "Why haven't you done it earlier Ms.(Name)?"
You: "There was alot in my head and I must have forgotten."
Bunny: "Well that sucks...guess you'll have to do it, but quick."
Hugo: "Why are you so tense about this report, Ms.(Name)? Not like other reports, you're very calm whenever it's past due..."
You: "oh, that's because this report is about you guys. Its basically proof whether you guys have improved or not, it's very, very important! If I don't give this to Ego on time, you guys might have to practice and do some training matches again for 2 months."
NG11: . . .
You: "And basically, I started analyzing you guys two months ago and should've written my report! But guess what? I forgot! So if I don't give this in on time, you guys might have to cut your break short. And repeat everything."
NG11: . . .
You: "why are you all suddenly so quiet? It's not like you all—"
Lorenzo: "HURRY! GET THE ENERGY DRINKS! And make some coffee!"
Kaiser: *rushes to go to the kitchen to grab some more cola*
Bunny: "Got it!" *goes to the cabinets and begins grabbing energy drinks. Then he started making some coffee.*
Loki: "Ms.(Name), I'll help you with your report, And speed it up faster."
Lorenzo: "HUGO, GO HELP MS.(NAME) WITH HER GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY! CORRECT EVERYTHING! IT MUST BE PERFECT!"
Hugo: "On it." *Quickly sits beside her and began pointing out some words that needed corrections.*
You: "Whats happening—"
Sae: "Doing everything just to not have another 2 months of practice." *Sae told you before proceeding to call Anri to buy them some time. Looking a little stressed.*
Lorenzo: "COME ON GUYS, WE NEED MOTIVATION! MAKE 6 ESSAYS WITH PERFECT GRAMMAR AND IT SHOULD BE SO GOOD THAT HE WOULD READ IT ALL OVER AGAIN!"
Loki: "How are we supposed to do that in only 5 minutes every page?"
Lorenzo: "JUST DO IT!"
Bunny: "You know lorenzo, you might actually be a great leader if you're always like this—"
Lorenzo: "LESS TALKING AND MORE WORKING! " *said the man as he was practically on the table now, screaming and barking at anyone who even made a little mistake.*
You: *handed an energy drink, then cola, and some coffee made way too quickly. Which made it worse.* "Wait, too many drinks—"
Loki: "Just sip every now and then."
Hugo: *analyzing and re-reading your report*
Sae: "I bought us some time for ten minutes."
Kaiser: "SERIOUSLY?!"
Lorenzo: "EVERYONE HURRY UP!"
Bunny: "STOP SCREAMING AT US LIKE THAT FIRST!"
Meanwhile, with Ego and Anri.
Ego: "Where is the report (L/N) was supposed to pass 5 minutes ago?"
Anri: "Well I can assure you, it's on the way—"
Ego: *notification* "It arrived, never mind." *began reading it.*
Anri: *sweatdrops* "Ill go continue my work, see you later Ego-san." *leaves the room*
Ego: "...since when did destiny become a huge topic in this report?"
*Torpe! Hugo who fell in love with PXG’s manager at first sight.
Torpe! Hugo who fell in love with PXG's manager the very first time he laid eyes on her.
It happened so suddenly that even Hugo couldn't explain it. One moment he was minding his own business, and the next, he couldn't stop noticing you. Every time you walked past him, he'd instinctively glance up from whatever book he was reading, pretending to stay focused while quietly breathing in the faint scent of your perfume as it lingered in the air long after you'd gone.
Torpe! Hugo who completely forgets how football works the second you look at him.
The moment your eyes accidentally met during practice, his brain short-circuited. Instead of making a clean pass, he sent the ball flying in Julian Loki's direction so poorly that even the usually composed coach had to stop for a second. What truly shocked everyone, though, was what came afterward.
"...Sorry."
Hugo... apologized.
Loki immediately narrowed his eyes. Something was very, very wrong.
Torpe! Hugo who nearly dies the first time your hand accidentally brushes against his while handing him a clipboard.
His entire body freezes. His heart pounds so loudly he's convinced everyone can hear it. Once you're gone, he stares down at his hand with bright red cheeks before quietly clutching it to his chest like he'd just experienced the greatest moment of his life.
Unfortunately for him, Julian Loki witnessed the entire thing.
Since then, Loki makes it a habit to watch Hugo whenever you're nearby, partly because he's concerned... and partly because the reactions are genuinely fascinating.
Which, of course, leads to Hugo accidentally confessing his increasingly ridiculous thoughts to him.
"I know she was meant to be mine," Hugo says with complete confidence. "It's destiny."
Loki blinks.
"...Whatever floats your boat, I guess."
Unable to keep such valuable entertainment to himself, Loki eventually tells Charles about Hugo's secret crush.
"Have you noticed how his nonchalant façade completely cracks whenever Ms. (Name) is around?" Loki asks.
Charles doesn't even hesitate.
"Yep. Bro loses his ultra sigma aura in front of Ms. (Name)."
Loki stares blankly.
"...Speak normally for once. I don't understand whatever nonsense you're spouting."
Charles grins.
"Damn... how were the dinosaurs, unc?"
"...Excuse me, what?!"
From that day onward, Hugo never knows peace.
Every chance Charles gets, he sings obnoxiously at the top of his lungs.
"Hugo and Ms. (Name) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~!"
"Shut it, Charles."
"Awhhh, I'm just helping!"
Loki watches the exchange unfold with an amused sigh.
"Never in my life did I expect Hugo to become a lover boy."
Somehow, despite all the teasing, Loki and Charles become Hugo's completely unqualified wingmen.
They drag him into "strategy meetings," spend hours discussing pickup lines that should never be spoken aloud, and rehearse imaginary conversations like they're planning a championship-winning play instead of a simple confession.
Eventually, after enough encouragement—and relentless bullying—they finally convince him to talk to you.
They shove him forward before immediately hiding behind the nearest wall.
"You got this!"
Hugo takes a deep breath.
He walks toward you.
He gets halfway there...
...then immediately panics, turns around, and walks away.
Charles buries his face in his hands.
"Nahhh... Hugo lost infinite aura."
Loki sighs.
"I don't know what that means... but somehow I agree."
Torpe! Hugo who spends countless nights standing in front of his bedroom mirror, rehearsing every possible conversation he could have with you.
He repeats your name softly under his breath, trying different greetings, different smiles, different ways to ask if you'd like to have coffee with him. Meanwhile, Loki and Charles somehow treat each practice session like it's the final minutes of a World Cup match, cheering him on with far more enthusiasm than necessary.
Weeks pass before Hugo finally gathers enough courage.
This time, when he approaches you, he doesn't run away.
His hands shake slightly at his sides, but his voice remains surprisingly steady.
"...Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
For a brief moment, the world seems to stop.
Then you smile.
"I'd love too."
The silence lasts exactly three seconds before it's shattered by two muffled screams coming from behind the wall where Loki and Charles have been hiding the entire time.
"HE DID IT!"
"LET'S GOOOO!"
The two of them burst out celebrating like PXG had just won the World Cup, while Hugo simply stood there, trying—and failing—to hide the smile slowly spreading across his face.
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a/n: lwky thought it would be funny to see torpe Hugo with wingmen Loki and Charles. btw huge credits to @pixopix for the dividers!
The crisp afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow across the boisterous literature club—a stark contrast to the stillness of the second-floor hallways outside. Anyone passing by would have thought a full-blown argument had broken out, when in reality, it was just the club leaders endlessly debating plans for the upcoming event.
Seated at the far end of the room, you listened with an unamused expression, quietly scoffing at their pointless back-and-forth. Your gaze wandered, searching for something—anything—more interesting, until it landed on a boy sitting a few seats away.
Legs crossed, a book resting in his hands, he read in complete peace, as if the noise around him didn’t exist.
You found that… intriguing.
Squinting slightly, you tried to make out his face. When he shifted, the light caught his features—and recognition hit instantly.
Vivien Hugo.
The school’s soccer club midfielder. Known for his impressive academics, sharp mind… and, well—his looks.
Seriously, what kind of serum and mascara does this boy use?
You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he glanced up.
And caught you.
For a moment, everything else faded into the background. The noise, the chatter—gone. It was just his gaze locked onto yours.
Heat crept up your neck.
You quickly looked away.
WHY WERE YOU STARING FOR SO LONG?!
Mortified, you forced your attention back to the ongoing discussion, suddenly pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world. Still, every now and then, your eyes betrayed you—drifting back to Hugo, who had now closed his book… and was very clearly paying attention to you.
At this point, you were just praying the meeting would end soon.
The meeting ended not long after, once the club leaders finally reached a decision.
You let out a quiet sigh of relief and slipped out of the room with the others, a small smile tugging at your lips. Freedom, at last.
Feeling a little lighter, you decided to take a quick detour to your best friend’s club. But when you peeked inside, you found the room already empty—their meeting must’ve ended minutes earlier.
“Huh.”
Shrugging it off, you turned back and continued down the hallway, your steps almost playful as you skipped along.
That is… until you stopped dead in your tracks.
Ahead, leaning casually by the corridor, was Hugo—along with his friends.
Your heart dropped.
Wow. Just… wow. Bad luck really chose violence today.
“Okay,” you muttered under your breath, forcing yourself to move again. “Don’t panic. Just act normal… He probably forgot about you.”
Right.
Because that was totally believable.
You walked past them, trying—desperately—to look composed, even as your heart pounded wildly against your ribs. Why was it beating so fast anyway?! It’s not like you committed a crime… you just stared. A little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
You kept your gaze forward, silently praying none of them noticed you.
Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
You could feel it—the shift in the air, the unmistakable weight of stares following your every step.
Your pace quickened.
Then quickened again.
And before you knew it, you were practically speed-walking down the hallway, slipping out of sight the moment you reached the exit—internally screaming the entire way.
Back in the corridor, Loki let out a low chuckle, watching your retreating figure.
“That her, Hugo?”
Hugo hummed in response, his gaze lingering in the direction you disappeared.
Charles smirked, nudging him lightly. “She’s pretty, like you said. But are you sure you can pull?”
Hugo didn’t even hesitate.
“Of course,” he replied casually. “We’re already destined for each other.”
Loki snorted, grabbing both of them by the shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. Save the romance for later. Practice, lovers boy.”
The crisp afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow across the boisterous literature club—a stark contrast to the stillness of the second-floor hallways outside. Anyone passing by would have thought a full-blown argument had broken out, when in reality, it was just the club leaders endlessly debating plans for the upcoming event.
Seated at the far end of the room, you listened with an unamused expression, quietly scoffing at their pointless back-and-forth. Your gaze wandered, searching for something—anything—more interesting, until it landed on a boy sitting a few seats away.
Legs crossed, a book resting in his hands, he read in complete peace, as if the noise around him didn’t exist.
You found that… intriguing.
Squinting slightly, you tried to make out his face. When he shifted, the light caught his features—and recognition hit instantly.
Vivien Hugo.
The school’s soccer club midfielder. Known for his impressive academics, sharp mind… and, well—his looks.
Seriously, what kind of serum and mascara does this boy use?
You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he glanced up.
And caught you.
For a moment, everything else faded into the background. The noise, the chatter—gone. It was just his gaze locked onto yours.
Heat crept up your neck.
You quickly looked away.
WHY WERE YOU STARING FOR SO LONG?!
Mortified, you forced your attention back to the ongoing discussion, suddenly pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world. Still, every now and then, your eyes betrayed you—drifting back to Hugo, who had now closed his book… and was very clearly paying attention to you.
At this point, you were just praying the meeting would end soon.
The meeting ended not long after, once the club leaders finally reached a decision.
You let out a quiet sigh of relief and slipped out of the room with the others, a small smile tugging at your lips. Freedom, at last.
Feeling a little lighter, you decided to take a quick detour to your best friend’s club. But when you peeked inside, you found the room already empty—their meeting must’ve ended minutes earlier.
“Huh.”
Shrugging it off, you turned back and continued down the hallway, your steps almost playful as you skipped along.
That is… until you stopped dead in your tracks.
Ahead, leaning casually by the corridor, was Hugo—along with his friends.
Your heart dropped.
Wow. Just… wow. Bad luck really chose violence today.
“Okay,” you muttered under your breath, forcing yourself to move again. “Don’t panic. Just act normal… He probably forgot about you.”
Right.
Because that was totally believable.
You walked past them, trying—desperately—to look composed, even as your heart pounded wildly against your ribs. Why was it beating so fast anyway?! It’s not like you committed a crime… you just stared. A little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
You kept your gaze forward, silently praying none of them noticed you.
Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
You could feel it—the shift in the air, the unmistakable weight of stares following your every step.
Your pace quickened.
Then quickened again.
And before you knew it, you were practically speed-walking down the hallway, slipping out of sight the moment you reached the exit—internally screaming the entire way.
Back in the corridor, Loki let out a low chuckle, watching your retreating figure.
“That her, Hugo?”
Hugo hummed in response, his gaze lingering in the direction you disappeared.
Charles smirked, nudging him lightly. “She’s pretty, like you said. But are you sure you can pull?”
Hugo didn’t even hesitate.
“Of course,” he replied casually. “We’re already destined for each other.”
Loki snorted, grabbing both of them by the shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. Save the romance for later. Practice, lovers boy.”
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You have a sister. And that sister of yours, has a daughter. That loves you very, very much. Unfortunately for you, it's been a long time since you spent time with her. So maybe you can make it up to her by taking her to work. That wasn't such a bad idea now was it?
NG11's x Manager with a Niece!Reader
Fluff & Minor Angst? | Mischievous Niece 😧 | 2K words
A/N: As you all can tell, no I do not have a niece. But I have an aunt who loves me very much, and I feel the same towards her! So I decided to write a fic about this trope.
> Also! A little gift to @nagisbunni for giving me those much appreciated compliments, and as my new lovely moot!
Driving through the familiar roads of your hometown was the least thing you wanted to do right now.
After all, you and your sister never had…lets say, the best relationship with eachother. Ever since the day you left to be independent, and live on your own.
Taking a turn to a street, the GPS on your phone beeping, signaling that you were nearly to your destination.
You parked to a familiar driveway of a big house, stopping and turning off the engine of your car.
Then, you stepped out.
Straigtening your posture and patting off invisible dust before heading towards the front door. Knocking gently. You checked the time in your watch, looks like you arrived on time.
As you were busy with your thoughts, the door swung open, startling you. Your eyes meeting a familiar face.
"(Name)!" The husband of your sister, Yasuke, greeted you happily. Even rushing in to hug you.
"Oh, uh…hey Yasuke." Your arms hugged him back.
You gotta be honest, you were happy to see him. Especially if it's been years since you both saw each other.
"Gosh, we missed you! Especially your sister and Yua!" He exclaimed before stepping to the side. Inviting you in.
With a deep breath, you walked inside, taking in the decor of the house you were very familiar with. Looking towards the walls, you saw picture frames of you and your sister, along with your parents.
Your eyes halted on a familiar picture, smiling to yourself, you didnt even realize you were raising your hand to take a clear view. But before you could fully grab it, a small voice reached your ears.
"Auntie!"
You turned around, searching where the voice came from before you felt little arms wrapped around your leg. Your eyes trailed down, only to find the little girl you came here for.
"Yua!" You folded your knees and hugged her, squeezing her in your arms. "You've gotten even cuter and adorable since the last time I saw you.." Hands pinched both of her chubby cheeks as she tried to say 'thank you'.
"I missed you Auntie! Why didn't you come here last weekend?" She asked you, curious.
"Well, I couldn't attend due to the tasks I needed to finish. But! Today, Iam making it up to you by taking you to work with me! Doesn't that sound fun?" You smiled, taking her and lifting her in your arms.
"Yeah! I want to go with you to work! Ill help you! Ill protect you from grossie boys!"
You blinked, then laughed. "You don't need to protect me from boys, Yua. I can protect myself."
"But…"
"But?"
"What if those boys have those lovey-dovey things for you? Then you'll get married with them, and then you'll have a baby and then you won't come to see me anymore!" She pouted, folding her little arms.
"Yua, if theres one thing your aunt doesn't want. It's getting married, or being in a relationship. I am too busy with work to have a boyfriend." You said to her, assuring her.
"A…rewationshlip?" Yua tried to pronounce.
"Relationship." You corrected.
"Rewationshlip."
"Rela—"
"Rela—"
"Tionship"
"Tion—ship."
"Now say it all at once…"
"Rewationshlip."
"—Yeah, we'll go with that for now…" you hummed and patted her head.
In the car, you placed Yua at the back seat, locking the belt over her for safety. Double checking everything before closing the car door, and getting in the drivers seat.
"You ready for this adventure, Yua?" You started the car and fixed the rear view mirror so you can see your niece from the back.
"Mhm! Iam ready to protect auntie from boys!" She said with determination.
"Go wave bye to your daddy and mommy before we leave, quick!" You turned down the car window from Yua's seat, her eyes looking over to her parents who were by their house.
"Bye mama! Bye papa!" She yelled as she blew them kisses.
"Take care!" Yasuke yelled back as he catched the kisses Yua threw their way.
"Have fun! And please be careful!" Your sister, Hara, said with pure worry. But it quickly turned into her normal expression.
"We'll be careful alright, Goodbye now!" You smiled at them, backing up the car to the road, before driving away.
You parked in your usual spot by the Blue Lock Facility, then turned off the engine.
"Were here Yua! Were at Auntie's workplace."
You heard her groan from sleep, squirming in her seat.
"Already?"
"Mhm…come on now, put on your shoes!" Grabbing your bag and the backpack of your niece, you quickly went out the car to grab her in your arms.
You walked towards the familiar doors of the facility while your niece was sleeping in your arms. As you were entering your ID card, you were met with a co-worker of yours.
"Ah, Anri! Hello!"
"Hey Ms.(Name)! Who do you got there…?" Anri asked as her eyes trailed to your niece's sleeping form.
"Oh! Just my Niece. Her parents needed to go somewhere so I decided to take her to work with me."
"She looks so cuteeee!!!" She whispered as she leaned forward to see Yua clearly.
"I know right????" You agreed whilst whispering.
"Ahem, ok…I'll need to go now. Business meeting... Have fun with that Niece of yours. I'll come with coffee later.." Anri told you before walking out the door.
"Thanks!" You said in a greatful tone.
In your office.
Hands were clacking on that laptop of yours. Focusing on your work, but that concentration of yours were interrupted when a little girl walked to your side. A wide smile on her face.
"Auntie!"
"Hm? What is it Yua?" You turned to her in your seat.
"You said this place is full of soccer players right?" Her eyes glimmered, and you could tell she was gonna do something mischievous.
"I did say that. And they're alot..like..300 I think? Why? What got you interested?" You blinked, waiting for her answer.
"I wanna watch a match! With cool people! Like, super good players!" She exclaimed.
You raised your brow. Suspicion taking over your face. "Why are you suddenly interested in soccer, hm?"
"Because papa watch soccer at home!" Yua answered. Seems like it's true. Whats wrong with taking her to a live match right?
"Hm, ok… I just have the perfect players for you to watch."
Meanwhile, in the training field. 6 players stood in the center. Stretching and getting ready for their training.
Then, their attention went to the doors that suddenly slammed open. A 6-year-old child ran through the field. Her giggles filling the air.
"Come back here, Yua!" You yelled as you finally came into view. Hands on your knees as you took a breather.
Loki was the first to notice, looking at their manager who continued chasing the child around.
"Uh…Ms.(Name)?"
"Ah—frick—yes?" You stopped running, your hands on Yua's squirming body, who was trying to escape.
"Who is the child? If you don't mind me asking." He blinked as you proceeded to lift her up in your arms.
"Oh, she's my—"
"She's my mama!"
Yua mischievously giggled.
Silence.
You swore you could only hear the air brushing through your face.
"Wait—no! She's my niece!" You corrected as you tickled her for punishment.
"OHHHH!"
"Thank goodness."
"Phew."
"I thought I might have to move on."
"Knew she was too young to be a mom."
"Would've been a great mother otherwise."
"So, whats your name?" Lorenzo gently asked the child as she drank water from her Auntie's bottle.
"Yua! Iam 6 years old!" She responded, a curious expression on her face. Looking up at the man before her.
"Iam Lorenzo, but you can call me whatever you want kid!"
"Can I call you tattoo guy?"
"Why tattoo guy? You could've give me something more cool!"
"Cause you have alot of tattoo's!" She pointed at the various spots where ink was seen on his skin.
"Eh, fair!" Lorenzo hummed in agreement.
Yua's eyes began to trail on the boy with the light purple-ish hair. She approached him with curiosity.
"You! Whats your name?" Yua pointed with her finger.
Bunny blinked, then a small smile made it's way on his face with practiced ease. But this time, it seemed…genuine.
"Bunny! How about you, chica?"
"Yua! Why is your name an animal?" She tilted her head to the side.
"Eh…" Bunny sweatdropped. "I don't know?" He responded.
"…Good answer! Iam calling you rabbit!"
"Isnt that the same thing—"
"No it isn't!"
"Ok! Whatever you say, princesa."
Yua's small eyes noticed a guy with the blonde and blue tips of hair color. She saw him drinking some cola. And quickly went his way to ask for some.
"Hello! Can I have some cola? Please!" She pleaded, a big smile on her face.
Kaiser raised his brow. "Aren't you too young to have some?"
"Aren't you an athlete that isn't supposed to drink some cola that might put your health and career at stake?" She responded back.
"Oh, blud just got roasted by a child…"
"…Fair enough." Kaiser handed her a can of cola, which she tried to open. Before she could even continue, the blonde opened it for her. Yua made sure to whisper him a little 'Thank you' before taking a sip.
Her eyes began trailing to her next vicitm—person she wanted to get to know about. Her steps halted when she saw a guy with pink hair and green-blue eyes. Which she thinks is pretty.
Yua quickly went over to him, a smile on her face.
"Hi!" She exclaimed.
"…Hi."
"Iam Yua! Whats your name?"
"… Sae."
"Hi Mr. Sae! Do you like animals?"
"… I like seagulls."
"Oh, then iam calling you Saegull!"
"…Ok." He just….lightly agreed with it. If you could look even closer, you'd think he's smiling.
Her attention was stolen when she heard a page being flipped, her eyes searched searched where it was coming from until she stumbled upon a guy with red hair and long lashes. She made her way towards the man.
"Hello! What are you reading?"
"… Nothing."
"Cool! I also read 'Nothing'. Can I see?" She asked for permission. Fortunately, Hugo adjusted on his seat to the side, giving her some space.
Yua climbed up beside him, then looked over to the book he was holding.
"Woah, it really is nothing! Are you the only one who can see it? Is it an ancient book from an ancient place?!"
"Maybe." Hugo hummed.
She gasped. "You're a person with superpowers!"
"Maybe Iam, Maybe Iam not. Destiny decides."
"Iam calling you Mr. Destiny!"
"Hm. Sure." He agreed, keeping his composure. But you can notice how he's leaning the book slightly towards Yua for her to see clearly.
Yua stepped down from the seat, and began walking towards the guy who was drinking his water bottle.
Loki was too busy with his thoughts, but it was interrupted when a small child poked her finger on his leg.
"Hello!"
"Oh, hi."
"Do you have golden eyes? They're so pretty and yellow! Like real gold!"
"Thanks." Loki smiled from the compliments she gave him.
"I heard you're really fast at running! Does it feel the same like flying?" She questioned.
"Well…if you run fast enough, it will." He responded.
"Oh, ok! Thank you!"
"You're a good kid." Loki told her as he patted her head, which she smiled more widely about.
Awkward silence...before—
"I know you guys like my Auntie!" She suddenly blurted out.
"…How would you know that?" They all questioned.
"It's obvious! She also said that she doesnt want to be in a rewationshlip right now.."
"You mean relationship?"
"Rewationshlip!"
"Yeah, ok we'll go with that…"
"Dont worry!" Yua placed a finger on her lips,"I won't tell!" She assured them before leaving the room. Closing the door behind her.
Leaving them stunned.
"That child…is just like her."
"I agree."
"She does if you think about it."
"Yes, she even has the same mischief."
"I mean.."
"Oh, yeah, we'll have to be careful around her from now on.."
A/N: I apologize if there are any grammatical errors or it doesn't make any sense at all..😭 I rlly tried because I was sleepy while I wrote this. Pls bear with me 😣. Hopefully, you all appreciate it and have a good day!
(Two fics posted in one week is crazy 😧)
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