Lazy

I do: Blue Lock, Dr House, (sometimes) Jujutsu Kaisen

I do NOT write: smut (mainly beacuse im very bad at it and still a minor)

But i can write fluff, headcanons, angst (not very good at it but ill try 😓✌️) and anything that comes up to my lazy brain

Also I really love platonic fanfictions hehe

You're all I ever needed, yeah

So tell me what to do now

When I want you back

- NSYNC

Rin Itoshi x f!reader

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The last thing Rin Itoshi expected when he walked into the café was to see you.

For a moment, everything stopped.

The sound of conversations around him faded. The rain tapping against the windows disappeared. Even the noise of his own thoughts went quiet.

Because you were there.

Sitting by the window.

The same way you used to.

And suddenly, Rin remembered everything.

The way you would wait for him after training, even when he was late.

The way you would smile at him after his worst matches and tell him he was still incredible.

The way you looked at him like he was more than just a weapon on the field.

Like he was Rin.

Not Itoshi Rin, the striker everyone expected perfection from.

Just him.

It had been eight months since the breakup.

Eight months since you stood in front of him with tears in your eyes and said the words he never thought he would hear.

“I can’t keep loving someone who won’t let me in.”

Rin remembered the silence afterward.

He remembered wanting to grab your hand.

Wanting to tell you not to leave.

Wanting to admit that you were the only person he was afraid of losing.

But his pride got in the way.

It always did.

Instead, he looked away and said the one thing he regretted most.

“If you’re tired, then leave.”

And you did.

Now, seeing you again, Rin realized something painful.

He had spent months pretending he was fine.

He trained.

He scored.

He won.

Everyone thought the breakup did nothing to him.

But no one saw the moments when he was alone.

The empty apartment.

The untouched messages he never sent.

The way he still instinctively reached for his phone after every important match because you were always the first person he wanted to tell.

You were gone.

And he hated that he was the reason.

You noticed him standing there.

Your eyes met.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then you gave him a small nod.

“Rin.”

Hearing his name from you felt different.

Too familiar.

Too painful.

“(Name)”

His voice was quieter than you remembered.

You looked down at your drink.

“How have you been?”

A normal question.

A simple question.

But Rin didn’t know how to give you a normal answer.

“Fine.”

You almost laughed.

“Still terrible at lying.”

His eyes shifted toward you.

And for the first time in months, Rin almost smiled.

Almost.

“You still do that.”

“Do what?”

“Understand me.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

You went quiet.

Because that was the Rin you remembered.

The one who never said much.

But when he did, he meant every word.

“I’m sorry.”

The apology surprised you.

Rin wasn’t someone who apologized easily.

Actually, he almost never did.

You looked at him.

“For what?”

“For everything.”

The answer was immediate.

“I was selfish.”

You stayed silent.

“I thought you would always be there.”

His voice became quieter.

“And I treated that like something I could take for granted.”

Rin looked away.

“I kept telling myself that I didn’t need anyone.”

A bitter laugh escaped him.

“But I was wrong.”

Your expression softened slightly.

“Rin…”

“You were the person I looked for after every game.”

He swallowed.

“When something good happened, I wanted to tell you.”

A pause.

“When something bad happened… I wanted you.”

Your heart hurt.

Because those were the words you had waited months to hear.

“You hurt me.”

Rin closed his eyes.

“I know.”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“I cared too much.”

You froze.

Rin looked at you.

His expression was serious, almost desperate.

“That was the problem.”

The confidence he showed on the field was gone.

There was no ego.

No arrogance.

Just Rin.

“I didn’t know how to have something important without being afraid of losing it.”

Your breath caught.

“So I pushed you away first.”

The rain outside grew louder.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

Then Rin quietly asked:

“Do you hate me?”

You stared at him.

“No.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly.

“But I was hurt.”

“I know.”

“And I can’t just pretend nothing happened.”

“I know.”

“You can’t just come back and expect everything to be the same.”

Rin nodded.

“I’m not asking for that.”

That surprised you.

He looked at you with the same intensity he brought to every match.

Except this time, he wasn’t fighting to win.

He was fighting to be honest.

“I just want another chance to do it right.”

Rin was never good with promises.

You knew that.

He had once told you everything would be fine.

He had promised he would make time.

He had promised he wouldn’t let football consume everything.

And those promises had broken.

But now he wasn’t making promises.

He was admitting his mistakes.

Trying.

And somehow, that meant more.

“You really changed,” you whispered.

Rin looked down.

“I had to.”

A pause.

“Losing you was the first thing I couldn’t fix by training harder. Youre all i ever wanted.”

Your eyes softened.

Because that was Rin.

A person who would spend hours perfecting a shot.

A person who would destroy himself trying to become better.

And finally, someone who realized that some things couldn’t be won alone.

When you left the café that night, Rin didn’t ask you to come back immediately.

He didn’t demand another chance.

He didn’t act like he deserved forgiveness.

He simply walked beside you.

Like he used to.

And when your hands brushed together, Rin hesitated.

For once, he wasn’t afraid to show what he wanted.

His fingers gently reached for yours.

You looked at him.

“Rin…”

“I know.”

His voice was soft.

“I know I have to earn it.”

A small smile appeared on your face.

“Earn what?”

His eyes met yours.

“You.”

Because after everything—

After the silence.

After the mistakes.

After losing you—

Rin Itoshi finally understood.

You were never a distraction from his dream.

Felt kinda angsty for the past week so i wrote this.

Im not good at angst, i should train it more 😓✌️

ALSO @xxangelcreamcupcakexx IM SO SORRY IT TOOK TOO LONG HAHAHA

House never wanted a kid.

That was the first thing he told himself when the nurse placed a tiny, screaming human being into his arms sixteen years ago.

He remembered thinking: This is a mistake.

Not the kid. Not exactly.

The situation.

The timing.

The woman whose name he barely remembered after that night. The responsibility. The tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb like he was something worth holding onto.

House was not built for children.

He was built for sarcasm, bad decisions, and proving everyone wrong. He was built for diagnosing impossible cases and making people hate him before they admitted he was right.

He was not built for bedtime stories.

He was not built for teaching someone how to ride a bike.

He was not built for the terrifying realization that someone could look at him — him — and see something other than a broken man.

But his son did.

And somehow, impossibly, the kid stayed.

At first, House called him “the parasite.”

Then “the tiny parasite.”

Then “annoying little human.”

Then, eventually, just his name.

Sixteen years later, he was still wondering how that tiny human had managed to become the only person in his life he never wanted to lose.

He liked him.

Not because he had to.

Not because he was his father.

Because he was funny.

Because he was smart.

Because he was the only person on Earth who could insult Gregory House and somehow make it sound like a compliment

Everyone at Princeton-Plainsboro knew House had a son.

Almost nobody knew what that meant.

Wilson knew.

Wilson had watched House change slowly over the years.

Not dramatically.

House didn’t suddenly become warm or sentimental.

He didn’t start baking cookies or showing up to school plays with a camera.

He was still House.

But there were differences.

Small ones.

House kept a photo of his son in his office drawer.

Not on the desk.

That would have been too obvious.

But in the drawer.

The one nobody touched.

His son was celebrating his 14th birthday in the picture.

Messy hair.

That hoodie he had almost everywhere

And that stupid happy grin on his face.

The first thing House did when he found out his son was dying was look for a second opinion.

The second thing he did was find a third.

The third thing he did was insult all of them.

“Your differential is lazy,” House said, throwing a chart onto the conference table.

The team looked up.

Chase sighed. “It’s a terminal diagnosis.”

“Terminal is a fancy word doctors use when they’ve run out of ideas.”

Foreman crossed his arms. “Sometimes terminal means terminal.”

House stared at him.

The room went quiet.

..

His son knew.

Of course he knew.

“You’re trying to find another answer.”

House sat beside his hospital bed.

“Yes.”

“There isn’t one.”

“Yes, there is.”

His son smiled sadly.

“Dad.”

House froze. Stared for a moment and swallowed hard

“I’m scared,” House admitted. His voice almost a whisper.

The words came out before he could stop them.

His son looked surprised.

Because House admitting fear was like the sun rising in the west.

“I know.”

“I’m supposed to fix this.”

“You fixed a lot.”

“Not this.”

His son reached for his hand.

“You gave me sixteen years.”

House swallowed.

“I was supposed to give you more.”

“I know.”

And somehow, that hurt worse.

Because his son wasn’t pretending.

He knew.

They both knew.

Near the end, his son asked for something simple.

“Can we watch a movie?”

House looked suspicious.

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“No medical requests?”

“No.”

“No last-minute life advice?”

His son smirked weakly.

“You’re terrible at that.”

“True.”

They watched a terrible movie.

The kind House would normally mock.

Normally, he would point out every little mistake.

Normally, he would complain.

Instead, he watched.

Because his son laughed.

And House wanted to remember that sound.

People always said you never forget someone you love.

People lied.

You forget.

Slowly.

Little things.

The exact sound of their laugh.

The way they moved when they walked.

The expressions they made when they were annoyed.

The way their voice sounded when they said your name.

And House was terrified.

Because his son deserved better than becoming a fading memory.

He deserved to exist.

Forever.

Not as a photograph.

Not as a story.

Not as a name written on paper.

As a person.

His kid.

Months later, Cuddy found him in his office.

Not working.

Just sitting.

That was worse.

“House.”

No response.

She stepped closer.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down at the photograph on his desk.

His son.

14 years old.

Grinning.

Alive.

“I’m trying to remember his voice.”

Cuddy’s expression softened.

“You know his voice.”

House shook his head.

“No.”

A pause.

“I know that I knew it.”

Cuddy now stood across from him.

House stared at the picture.

“I remember facts.”

He tapped the photograph.

“He hated tomatoes. He cheated at board games. He liked to tease peopel.”

A tiny smile.

“He was terrible at lying.”

Then it vanished.

“But I’m starting to forget.”

Cuddy said nothing.

Because there was nothing to say.

“I’m slowly starting to forget how his face looked like.”

And for once…

House didn’t need someone to tell him everything would be okay.

Because he knew.

It wouldn’t.

The only thing he could do was remember for as long as he could.

And when memory failed…

He would still know one thing.

For sixteen years, Gregory House — the man who hated everyone and everything — had someone he loved.

Sae has two kids. A boy and a girl.

Lets call the boy June (The first born)

And the girl Nami (second born.)

This is just my au. I tried to keep Sae in character tho!

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June finally pulled out the chocolate he saved for today. He was excited. He was about to open it. Finally bite into it.

until Nami walked by the kitchen and stopped just to ask that goddamn question.

“Oo! Can I have some?!"

June frowned.

He was about to say no until Sae responded from the living room, not even looking their way.

"June. Share with your sister."

Nami sqeauled

June groaned

What an absolute daddys girl. 😒

He opened the chocolate, placed it on the counter and pulled out a fucking ruler

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up im measuring. Youre breathing too loud."

Sae appears in the kitchen doorway, looking at the situation like it’s a minor tactical error rather than a family dispute. His gaze briefly lands on the ruler in June’s hand.

“…Why do you have a ruler for chocolate.”

Nami is already hovering closer to the counter, clearly pleased with herself, leaning slightly toward Sae like she’s expecting backup even before anything is said.

June glanced up for a moment, then went back to measuring.

“Half for half. It needs to be even.”

Its the sibling law.

Sae doesn’t move from the doorway immediately. He just looks at June, then at the ruler, then at the chocolate like he’s trying to determine whether this is a serious problem or just another household constant he’s learned to tolerate.

Nami is already half-leaning over the counter, clearly enjoying the chaos more than the chocolate itself.

Sae exhales once through his nose.

“…You’re overcomplicating it.”

He walks in, not rushing, and gently takes the ruler out of June’s hand without asking. Not a scolding motion. Just removal of unnecessary variables.

Then he breaks the chocolate bar cleanly in half with his hands.

It’s not even perfectly measured. But it’s close enough that only someone like June would care.

He places one half toward Nami, one toward June.

“Equal enough.”

Nami immediately brightens like she just won something.

“Dad is on my side!”

Sae doesn’t react to that at all. His attention shifts briefly to June.

“You’re wasting time on precision where it doesn’t matter.”

Then, after a beat, almost like it’s an afterthought:

“If you want exact control, do it with something that actually requires it.”

He pauses, glancing at the ruler now sitting useless on the counter.

“…Not snacks.”

Nami is already happily grabbing her piece, but she doesn’t leave. Instead she tilts her head up at Sae.

“Can I have his piece too if he’s being dramatic?”

Sae looks down at her.

“No.”

Simple. Immediate.

Then, slightly quieter. Still flat though (beacus Hes still Sae)

“Eat yours before he starts measuring you too.”

June narrowed his eyes at Nami. He took a bite of his chocolate

“Youre adopted.”

The iconic sibling line.

“Dad found you in the garbage can.”

Sae blinked. Once. Twice.

“No. I found her in the recycling bin.”

June snorted at that

Nami froze mid-bite.

Then she slowly turned her head toward Sae with the most betrayed expression imaginable, like she was re-evaluating her entire origin story.

“…Recycling bin?”

Sae, already reaching for a glass, doesn’t look remotely guilty as he filled it with water.

“It was cleaner than a garbage can.”

That earns an immediate sound from June

half laugh, half cough as he tries not to fully lose it into his chocolate.

Nami points at him like she’s gathering evidence for a case.

“He’s laughing. So it’s not true.”

Sae finally glances between them again, expression unchanged.

“Both of you are loud.”

He takes a sip, then adds, like it’s the final ruling in a debate:

“You’re both eating chocolate. That means you’re both fine.”

Nami narrows her eyes now, shifting tactics instantly.

“So you did find me.”

A pause.

Sae lowers the glass slightly.

“…You were already there.”

That’s it. No clarification. No emotional context. Just the most Sae answer possible.

June leans back against the counter, taking another bite. Still grinning, clearly enjoying how easily this derailed.

Nami, meanwhile, seems to accept this as truth anyway—because in her world, any answer from him counts as authority.

She takes another bite, then mutters:

“…I was probably put there on purpose.”

Sae doesn’t even hesitate.

“Probably.”

Nami turns her full attention to Sae

“And what about June?”

June blinked

“What about me?”

“Where did dad found you?”

June’s grin starts forming before Sae even answers. He already feels this going somewhere stupid.

Sae pauses for a second longer than usual. Not because he’s unsure, more like he’s deciding how much effort this question deserves.

Then he looks at June.

“…You weren’t found.”

Nami tilts her head. June squints.

Sae continues, completely steady

“You were delivered.”

A beat.

June blinked twice. “Delivered?”

Sae nods once.

“Wrong address. I kept you.”

June loses it, actually giggling now, shoulders shaking as he leans on the counter.

“WRONG ADDRESS?!”

Nami immediately looks offended on his behalf, even though she’s smiling too.

“So he’s like… a package?”

Sae takes another sip of his drink.

“More or less.”

June points at him between laughs.

“That explains everything actually.”

Sae glances at him briefly.

“It explains your volume. Not your behavior.”

Nami leans closer to Sae, clearly pleased with the whole situation now.

“So you just… kept him?”

Sae doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Then, after a short pause, like it’s just another fact:

“He was quieter as a baby.”

June stops laughing just long enough to stare.

“…I feel like that’s a lie.”

Sae looks at him.

Nagi

It was a normal day. Just shopping groceries with your dad.

You were pushing the card, walking past an aisle full of sweets. You got disctrqcted. Beacuse..yum 🤤

Not looking where you were pushing the cart, you accidently hit your dad with it. Like..quite hard.

You blinked, before panicking

“Ah– sorry dad!!”

Nagi barely reacted.

The cart hit him.

He paused.

Looked down.

Then at you.

“…That was annoying.”

You looked like you were about to cry.

Nagi sighed.

“Don’t do it again.”

He gently adjusted the cart, then yawned.

“You almost made me move more than I wanted to.”

Shidou

The cart slams into Shidou’s shin. He stumbled a bit,

“UG– The Fuck??”

Then he glances down. Realizes its you and actually laughs.

A loud, wild, delighted laugh.

“HAHA—what the hell?! You trying to kill me, kid?!”

He crouches down immediately, grinning too wide.

Instead of being mad, he ruffles your hair like you just scored a goal.

“You’ve got power. Bad aim, but I like it. Wanna try again?”

“Dad, youre weird.”

Like you werent weird yourself

Barou

The cart hits Barou and actually bounces back.

Silence.

You look up.

Barou looks down like a king insulted in his own castle.

“…Do you understand what you’ve done?”

The air pressure drops.

Then he grabs the cart, steadies it, and pushes it forward with terrifying precision.

“Follow me. I will teach you how to move properly.”

You hit the ishowspeed face

Isagi

A shopping cart–slightly too fast, slightly too chaotic—slammed straight into a very familiar set of legs

“—Oof!”

Isagi froze mid-reach for a carton of eggs.

He looked down.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Damn that actually hurt..

You were gripping the metal with both hands, eyes wide, realizing only after impact that you had just bulldozed your own father in the supermarket aisle.

“I’M SORRY, DAD!! I saw the sweets aisle and I— I—”

Isagi sighed, crouching to your level. His voice softened, still a little dazed. (Hes absolutly pretendent it didnt hurt at all)

“Focus on pushing, not the snacks… you can get them after. Okay?”

You nodded so hard it looked like a warm-up drill.

As you pushed the cart, Isagi stayed behing you, rubbing his shin lol

Rin

Rin didn’t move at first.

The cart hit him.

He paused.

Slowly looked down at the dented side of his coat.

Then at you, his child.

“…Tch.”

Silence stretched like a penalty shootout.

“You’re distracted,” he said flatly.

You flinched.

Rin turned away and resumed walking. “Keep your head up next time. You’ll get yourself or someone else hurt.”

That was it. No yelling.

You blinked.

“Can we get the sour candies tho?”

“Ok.”

“Yaaaayy!!”

Bachira

Bachira got hit, stumbled slightly—

Then laughed. And you actually flinched

“WOAH! That was a MONSTER charge!”

He immediately crouched to your level, eyes sparkling.

“Hey, you’ve got crazy instincts! You just need better control!”

“Dad im sorry i wasnt paying atte-“

Within seconds, he was pushing the cart with you. Peopel stared at him.

“Let’s dribble the shopping cart together!”

“Dribble the what now-“

Reo

Reo reacted immediately. Not to anger, but concern.

“Hey— are you okay?! Did you hurt yourself?”

He checked you first, then himself, then the cart like it was a shared investment portfolio.

“Dad i-“

“It’s fine, it’s fine… just be careful next time, okay? I’ll help you push it.”

You stared.

Kunigami

Kunigami took the hit like a brick wall getting tapped by a pebble.

The cart bounced off him.

You swallowed.

Silence.

“…Be careful.”

That was it.

But then he gently straightened the cart, checked if you werent hurt, and quietly walked beside you the rest of the way like an off-duty bodyguard.

Chigiri

The cart hit Chigiri right at the back of his legs.

He didn’t fall.

He didn’t even stagger.

He simply stopped mid-step. Like the world had pressed pause on him.

“…Ah.”

Slowly, he looked over his shoulder. There was you, his kid.

You blinked.

You stood there gripping the shopping cart, eyes wide with the horror of realization. The cart was still lightly pressed against Chigiri’s calf, as if it had just realized it had committed a serious offense.

“Ah– sorry dad!! I wasnt paying attention!”

Chigiri sighed.

“…You almost made me lose my stride.”

You tensed slightly.

“Soorryyy..”

Chigiri crouched down immediately. His expression wasn’t angry—just faintly exasperated.

“You have to watch where you’re going,” he said gently.

“..can we get the candy tho?”

“..Fine.”

“Yippieee”

Sae (i imagine Sae with wild ass kids so he isnt really suprised when this happends lol)

The cart hit Sae with a level of confidence that suggested the child had absolutely no idea they were about to experience emotional consequences.

It was a clean impact. Right into his shin.

Sae paused.

Looked down.

Then slowly at you.

You were already frozen in place, hands still gripping the cart, eyes locked on the aisle display of candies like they were the true source of all life on Earth.

“…Were you staring at the sweets again?” Sae asked flatly.

You nodded immediately. Too immediately.

Sae exhaled through his nose.

Not a sigh of pain.

More like resignation to genetics.

“You always do this,” he muttered, gently nudging the cart back into place with his foot. “Every time there’s sugar within a ten-meter radius, you lose all awareness of physics.”

You looked up at him.

Big eyes. Practiced strategy.

“Dad… can we buy them pleaseeee?”

Sae stared.

A long pause.

“…No.”

Instant.

Clean.

Final.

Your shoulders dropped in devastation.

Sae already turned away, walking again like nothing had happened. “We’re here for groceries, not bribery.”

A beat.

Then, without even looking back:

“…Pick one pack.”

You froze.

Then lit up like you’d just won a tournament.

Sae continued walking.

“…One,” he repeated. “If I see that cart hit me again because you’re distracted, I’m leaving you in the snack aisle.”

You quickly steered the cart more carefully… for about seven seconds.

2 minutes later

Sae glanced back once.

“…You’re still staring at the candies.”

“…”

“…Unbelievable.”

Kaiser

This time..this wasnt accidental. 100% on purpose + evil giggles

Kaiser was already smiling before he even turned around.

Not the polite kind of smile.

The kind that meant he knew exactly what had happened and was deciding whether to make it everyone else’s problem.

The shopping cart was still pressed lightly against his leg.

“…Did you just hit your dear papa?” he asked, voice smooth as glass.

A giggle answered him.

Small. Bright. Completely unbothered.

You stood behind the cart, fingers curled around the handle, rocking it slightly like it was a toy built specifically for chaos. Your eyes flicked up at him for half a second, then immediately back to the candy aisle.

Kaiser’s smile widened.

“…On purpose,” he murmured.

Another giggle.

Confirmation.

He slowly turned fully around, as if the supermarket itself had just become a stage.

“I see,” he said softly. “So we’re playing that game today.”

You pushed the cart again. Just a little bump into his shin.

A test.

Kaiser didn’t move.

Instead, he leaned down slightly, blue eyes narrowing with theatrical interest.

“And what is this strategy called?” he asked. “Bribery? Or rebellion?”

You pointed dramatically at the candy shelf like it was evidence in court.

“…Dad can we buy them pleaseeee?”

Kaiser went quiet.

For exactly one second.

Then he laughed.

Not loud. Not kind.

Amused.

“Oh,” he said, placing a hand over his chest like he’d been deeply moved. “So that’s the goal.”

He straightened.

Looked at the candy.

Looked at you, his kid.

Then back at the cart.

“…You commit assault,” he said calmly, “and your price is sweets.”

You nodded again, entirely confident in your business model.

Kaiser tapped the cart once with his foot, nudging it back into perfect alignment.

“Bold,” he said. “I respect it.”

He crouched slightly, bringing himself to your level.

“…But you’re negotiating with the wrong emperor.”

You blinked.

“Rules,” he said lightly. “You hit me, I decide the terms.”

A pause.

Then, softer, almost entertained:

“…Say ‘please’ properly.”

You immediately, dramatically:

“PLEASEEEEEE.”

Kaiser closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring the sound.

“…Hm.”

“One,” he said. “Because I’m merciful today.”

Then he leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to feel like a secret:

“But next time you try to ambush me…”

A smile returned.

Sharper now.

“…I’ll charge interest.”

You sqeauled (did i spell that right), already sprinting to get the candy.

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This was actually so fun. (My gif!😀)

Isagi

Isagi reminds me of a fox, honestly.

Its adaptive, calculating, and always finding the gap in the system. And of course, cunning.

Rin

An owl. Like they almost have the same stare. And plus, it is cannon that his favourite animal is an owl.

I also have a feeling he would have a soft spot for animals.

Shidou

A cockroach. Like do i need to explain lmao

- He is extremely hard to get rid of.

- He thrives into chaos.

- Hes relentless.

And i love him

Bachira

A bee.

- Bachira is constantly buzzing around the pitch

- Just as bees naturally seek flowers, Bachira is drawn to exciting plays and players who inspire him.

- I also think that bees have a lively, almost cheerful image that matches Bachira’s personality.

Nagi

A sloth lol.

- He hates unnecessary effort

- Hes calm, almost expressionless.

- he looks lazy and unmotivated.

BUT! Hes secretly incredibly capable.

Reo

A chameleon. I think i dont need to explain this too hehe.

- Reo can copy and incorporate different techniques into his own play, adjusting to what’s needed.

Karasu

his surname, Karasu literally means crow in Japanese.

- Crows are known for their problem-solving, and Karasu is one of the smartest tactical players on the field. (If i am right haha)

- He’s constantly reading opponents and identifying the weakest link to exploit.

- He rarely rushes into things; he prefers to control the game with his brain.

Chigiri

A cheetah. I think thats obvious why

- speed is his defining trait.

- Elegant, graceful movement rather than brute force.

- There’s a quiet confidence to both Chigiri and a cheetah.

Barou

A lion. Obviously.

- He literally calls himself the king of the field and plays like everything should revolve around him

- He got that dominance first style

- And he got that natural ego presence

(IM GETTING LAZY GUYS😭)

Sae

A mosquito.

Aiku

A snake.

Kaiser

A rat. (IM SORRY I LOVE HIM BUT HES A RAT.)

Ness

A PUPPY

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I see Sae never seeing himself having kids.

If you asked an 18 year old Sae if he would liked to get married and have kids in the future, it would be something like this:

“Relantionships are distracting.”

“Kids would get in the way.”

Just blunt, short answers. Hes pragmatic, detached, and fully convinced that anything outside football is just noise.

But oh how the tables turned.

I think having kids would change his life. I personally think having kids can make you experience a kind of love that’s unlike anything else. (My opinion guys!)

And those are the feelings Sae never really felt before.

I think it would show that kids changed his life. Not that he “changes into a different person,” but that something finally exists in his life that doesn’t compete with his goals. It expands them.

I have a feeling he would set high expectations early.

And also his love for his kids would be obvious.

Maybe even sometimes spoil them a bit-but not in a way the kid would grow up bratty.

Just the little spoiling fathers do, ya know what i mean lmao? Im not really good at explaining.

Sae’s personality is already super controlled, blunt, and career-focused, so as a parent he’d likely come off more like a “high-performance mentor” than a traditionally warm dad. Think less “let’s play catch in the yard” and more “your footwork was inefficient, fix it before dinner.” Not mean, just brutally precise.

But if you look closer at his character, he isn’t actually emotionless, he just filters everything through standards and results. So with kids, that could turn into something like:

He’d probably set extremely high expectations early (like i said previously), especially if they inherited his talent. He wouldn’t sugarcoat anything, but he would notice improvement more than most people realize. His version of affection would be consistency, structure, and making sure they don’t waste potential.

If his kid wasn’t into football? That’s where it gets interesting. He wouldn’t force passion, but he might struggle to understand choices that aren’t “optimized.” Over time, though, he’d likely adapt. Still distant on the surface, but quietly respectful if they had real conviction.

Instead of becoming suddenly affectionate and expressive, he’d probably still communicate the same way:

bluntly

with high standards

through actions rather than words.

For example, instead of saying, “I’m proud of you,” he’d say:

“You improved.”

To almost anyone else, that’s just an observation. To his child, it eventually becomes the equivalent of praise because they learn how he communicates.

I think football would still be important, but his kids just become more important than anything.

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Hahahahaha i like to yap, can you tell? Anyway, please tell me what you think of this and thank you for reading❤️

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The flicker of the lighter flared orange in the afternoon light, its flame casting a sharp glow across the face of the man standing opposite her. His tired blue eyes slowly studied her. It was a tense scene, in front of her stood an enemy officer. And in her home, of all places. Her worst nightmare.

Outside the dirty glass of her apartment window, heavy raindrops fell. Yet the rain did nothing to cleanse the dirty city. It only smeared the dirt deeper into the walls, into the streets, and into the calloused hands of this Soviet soldier. Hands that had been fighting since 1941. And now, it was finally over. The war was over. Berlin had fallen.

“I’m David,” he said. His accent was heavy, but his German understandable. “You are surrounded. We’ve come here now.” He gestured with his cigarette toward the street, where the Red Army was already shouting orders. “We won’t hurt you,” he added, as if it were an afterthought. Though the sincerity of his words seemed to be lost in translation. Or perhaps he didn’t fully mean them at all.

Lena let out a short laugh. Not aloud, more like a breath with nothing amused in it.

“Won’t harm us?” she repeated. “Do you say that to everyone, or only to those who still have a roof over their heads?”

Her gaze dropped briefly to his hands. Those hands that had been fighting since 1941. Then back to his eyes.

“You can put that cigarette out,” she added. “This is still my apartment.”

For a moment, there was silence. Only the rain hitting the glass.

David watched her longer than necessary. She wasn’t broken. That unsettled him more than if she had screamed or begged.

Slowly, he lowered his hand and snuffed out the cigarette against the metal frame of the window.

“Are you alone here?” he asked.

Lena tilted her head.

“And if I weren’t?” she replied immediately.

She slightly narrowed her green eyes. She didn’t show fear — but deep inside, she was afraid. Truly afraid.

“Would you send more men in?”

David didn’t answer right away. He hadn’t expected this kind of resistance from someone who was supposed to be “defeated.”

“No,” he said finally, calmly. “That’s not the reason.”

“No?” Lena stepped closer to him. Not close, just enough to show she wasn’t afraid (even though she was.) “Then what is your reason, David?”

For the first time, she said his name. Not as acceptance. More as a test.

He didn’t miss it.

“To make sure no one does anything stupid,” he replied.

“Stupid?” Lena repeated. “That’s a nice word for what’s happening outside.”

For a moment, there was silence. Only the rain.

David briefly looked at the table, then back at her. His expression revealed nothing, just stoic calm.

“How long have you been alone here?” he asked.

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Welp. Thats all. It was quite short. Let me know what you think :D

Couldnt find any fanfics with reader being Houses kid. So...I did it myself. 😏

In which, House helps his son (you) shave for the first time.

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The first thing House said when he saw his son standing awkwardly in the bathroom doorway was:

“Jesus. What died on your face?”

“Dad.”

“I’m serious. Is that a mustache or did you lose a fight with a dust bunny?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“I need help shaving.”

House immediately grinned.

“Oh, this is fantastic.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is for me.”

You groaned.

House pointed at you. “Do not rob me of this moment. I’ve waited sixteen years to make fun of your terrible facial hair.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It’s exactly that bad.”

For a second House looked way too pleased with himself.

Then you held up the razor.

The grin faded a little.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

House stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. Then he snatched it out of your hand anyway.

“Okay. Rule one: you do NOT wave this around like you’re auditioning for a horror movie.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were. I felt my life flash before my eyes.”

He placed the razor down, turning the water on and leaning against the sink, tossing a towel at the counter like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to be a responsible adult or something.

“Stand still,” House said.

“I am standing still.”

“You’re vibrating.”

“I’m nervous.”

“Great. Love that for both of us.”

House tilted your chin up with two fingers, like he’d done it a thousand times and definitely not like it meant anything.

“You see this?” he said, tapping the patchy mess on your upper lip. “This is not a mustache. This is a suggestion. A rumor. A rumor that should be shaved off immediately.”

You made a noise that was somewhere between embarrassment and regret.

House added shaving cream into his hand anyway and started spreading it across your face with way too much confidence.

“Dad—”

“If you flinch, I’m legally allowed to disown you.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is in my heart.”

He grabbed the razor again.

For a second, House actually looked… focused. Less like he was joking, more like he was remembering how fragile skin is and how easy it is to mess this up.

“Okay,” he said, quieter. “You’re gonna keep your face still. Like a statue. A very ugly statue.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He started shaving carefully, slow strokes, not saying anything for once except the occasional muttered “don’t move” or “why is your face like this” under his breath.

When he finished one side, he stepped back a little.

“See? Not dead. Yet.”

His son blinked at his reflection. “That actually… helps.”

House scoffed immediately like he hadn’t just been weirdly careful.

“Yeah, well. Try not to spread that around. I have a reputation.”

“You have no reputation.” You said flatly.

“I have several, actually. All of them bad. That’s still something.”

You rolled your eyes, holding back a smile.

He finished up the rest in a few more careful passes, rinsed the razor, and tossed the towel at your shoulder.

“Done.”

You touched your face like you didn’t trust it was real.

“…Thanks,” you said, a bit more quieter now.

"That will be 30 dollars. Cash or card?"

You stared at him, giving him an unimpressed look. "Seriously?"

"You know what? 50 dollars for patience and for your attitude. So? Cash or card?"

You flipped him off. House smirked.

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Hiii! So, what do yall think? This is my first post :D

Is this fandom very much dead? Yes. Did I still write this? Yes.

It was quite rushed and lazy (im always lazy its literaly in my username), but I tried to have House in character.