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"CAN I COME OVER?"
summary: they miss you
character/s included: Vivien Hugo, Bunny Iglesias, Michael Kaiser, Julian Loki, Don Lorenzo, Sae Itoshi, Alexis Ness, Charles Chevalier, Rin Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Kenyu Yukimiya, Shidou Ryusei
warnings¬es: vulgar words, slightly suggestive, ooc, weird humor
→ wait for your love ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
synopsis. ꨄ︎ you recognize the lack of effort and time the bllk guy you're seeing is giving you, so you decide to try and reason with them before breaking it off with them
featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, hugo, otoya, karasu, aiku, rin, bunny
includes. ꨄ︎ angst, cursing, situationship, pet names
notes. ꨄ︎ hello, hellooo. so this prompt was sitting in my drafts for a while now and it was sort of my way of conveying my (at the time) very messy feelings and emotions regarding a personal matter (low effort long distance maybe humiliationship). i kept the original as it is and rewrote this as a more polished version lol except i wrote these very much sleep deprived
♪ track. ꨄ︎ we can't be friends by ariana grande
જ⁀➴ Sae asks you to a slow dance with him after dinner ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა Dinner had ended almost an hour ago. The plates sat neatly in the drying rack, still glistening beneath the warm kitchen light.
The apartment had fallen into the silence you and SAE ITOSHI had grown to love over the years. Across the room, the record player hummed softly, Frank Sinatra's song drifting through the apartment as the vinyl spun beneath the needle.
‘I know I stand in line until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me’
You leaned against the counter, absentmindedly drying your hands with a dish towel, listening to the music more than thinking about it.
You heard Sae's footsteps approach from behind. By the time you turned around, he was already standing in front of you, one hand held out between the two of you.
‘And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me’
"Dance with me."
You stared at him, then at his outstretched hand.
"...You're telling me Sae Itoshi, one of the best football players in the world, is asking me to dance in our living room right now? Is the world ending?"
"The world isn't ending," he replied, unfazed. "I'm asking my wife to dance."
‘And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two’
Sae had never been one for grand gestures or pretty words. Loving you had never changed the way he spoke, but it had changed the way he looked at you, the way his hand instinctively found yours, the way he lingered just a little longer before letting go. Marriage had softened him in all the quiet places no one else was allowed to see. You had long since realized that every small thing he did was his own way of saying I love you, over and over again.
So when he held his hand out to you again, you slipped yours into it without a second thought.
His fingers intertwined with yours before his other hand settled gently at your waist, drawing you close until there was hardly any space left between you. The two of you began to sway in slow, unhurried circles across the living room,
‘And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you"’
"I don't think I tell you enough." He looked at you for a long moment. "I love being your husband."
The words came quietly, without hesitation, as though they had been sitting in his heart for a long time.
‘I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lies you heard the night before’
"I love coming home to you." His thumb brushed over the back of your hand. "I love having dinner with you. I love waking up beside you every morning and knowing I get to do it all again."
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯. Sae Itoshi and his resting b**** face.
Synopsis: Itoshi Sae is famous for two things: him being a great football player and his permanent, RBF. And the media wants to know all about Itoshi Sae famous resting face.
Notes: absolutely crack…idk what I’m doing…
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Sae Itoshi quote on quote, “Japan’s National Treasure.” Was dealing with another interview today.
And the media had many questions for Japan’s football prodigy. But unfortunately…none of them were about football.
Itoshi Sae sat at the center of the press conference table, one elbow resting lazily on the armrest while his chin balanced against his hand.
His expression, as always, looked like someone had personally inconvenienced him by just existing near him—the media’s words, not his.
Truthfully, he was just tired and dealing with pesky press conferences since they are so exhausting to deal with.
If he had a choice, he’d already be back home taking another nap or watching match footage and analyzing statistics.
But he was right here, listening to professional journalists discuss—his face.
“What’s even wrong with it?”
Sae just sighed internally, wanting to move on, he would walk out if he could, but that damn manager has been onto him begging for him to at-least finish the interview rather than walking out.
“Itoshi-san!”A reporter nearly launched himself out of his chair.
“Would you mind commenting on the viral clip currently trending online?”
“What clip?” He questioned the reporter,raising his eyebrow.
“The one where a drone flew past you during training.”
“The video had accumulated over forty million views.”
One eyebrow lifted, while hid eyes narrowed, he was genuinely… deeply confused
“But, why ?” he asked the reporter , his voice being flat as ever.
If he remembered that day, nothing noteworthy had happened. A drone had flown too close during training and it was the associatation for some advertisement promo and he just looked at it.
That was all.
So why did forty million people, decide to watch him do something so ordinary was a beyond his understanding.
His gaze slowly swept across the room, silently searching for someone—anyone—to explain why simply looking at a drone had somehow become something people wanted to watch for entertainment.
The reporters just stared back, holding their breath, and they were sweating just to avoid his gaze.
The confusion lingered for five seconds before it settled back into the usual unreadable expression that he wore.
He dropped his gaze back down to the microphone in front of him, entirely checked out of the conversation.“People really watch anything.”
Every reporter including the manager blinked.
And The reporter hesitated to answer.
“People just really liked your expression.”
“My expression.”
“Yes.”
Sae stared at him.
“I was just looking at the drone.”
“Yes! Exactly!” The reporter smiled chuckling to himself. “People are very curious about your ‘RBF’ , it went popular, there are many compilations of it.”
“Did you know about it?”
“I did not.”
“Well…the hashtag #SaeLooksDone is currently number one worldwide on the internet.”
Then another reporter shot a question.
“How do you feel about fans saying your stare could make someone kneel six hundred times at their ancestors’ graves?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“People are also wondering if you’ve ever looked happy.”
“I’m happy, I just smile with my heart.” Sae replied—because that was indeed the truth.
Leaving the reporters in the room glance at each other.
Then a third reporter raised her hand.
“There’s a rumor that you haven’t smiled in public for years. Is that true?”
“No.”
“When was the last time then, Mr. Itoshi?”
Sae actually thought about it. “…Probably…”
The room leaned forward. “…Next question.”
Every keyboard in the room erupted into frantic typing.
Writing down : “Itoshi Sae does not remember when was the last time we smiled in public, maybe in his life.”
The poor PR manager looked moments away from filing his resignation by not wanting to deal with Sae Itoshi publicity.
“Itoshi-san!” Another hand shot into the air.
“People are saying your face never changes—would you say that is not true?”
“That is not true because my face does change.”
“Could you please, demonstrate?”
Then silence filled the room, Sae just blinked once. then another blink. he just blinked two times.
“There.” And The reporters collectively froze. Even the cameras stopped flashing.
“Was that it?” One of the reporter’s questioned, sweating whether he will be fine asking that question.
“Yes.”
Then someone accidentally snorted in the back row. Making Sae slowly turned his head toward the sound.
The person immediately shut up.
Another journalist nervously adjusted his glasses.
“So… would you say you have… um… resting… you know…”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“I have a face.”
Making the reporter who was already nervous just stare at him.
“I also don’t understand that question.”
His manager desperately tried to regain control, “Perhaps we should move back to football—”
“No.”
And every head turned.
“I don’t mind.”
Sae looked around the room with genuine curiosity. “This is entertaining, so go on, talk more.”
The reporters all collectively nodded along .
“I’d also like to know why we’re discussing my face.”
For forty painfully long minutes later, the conference finally ended. And the whole entire time was spent talking about his own face.
The moment Sae climbed into the waiting car, he pulled out his phone.
Twenty -seven unread messages.
NOTIFICATIONS: Julian Loki
mon ami
congratulations
your face has gone viral again
NOTIFICATIONS :Michael Kaiser
this you? 😐
fucking bum.
NOTIFICATIONS : Luna
Someone made a six-hour YouTube compilation of you looking disappointed, lol.
NOTIFICATIONS: Oliver Aiku
“There it changed" bro you cannot just blink twice and call it a demonstration
NOTIFICATIONS: number not saved (Bunny)
I think you looked great!
NOTIFICATIONS : Ryusei Shidou
LMAOOOOOOOOOO
CHECK THE EDIT’S I SENT YOU.
NOW.
He regret listening to him, he shouldn’t have opened it at all. Against his better judgment, Sae tapped it. The video had over ten million likes. The creator’s pinned comment sat at the top of the screen in frantic capital letters : “OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE LIKES I’M LITERALLY SOBBING.”
Sae stared at it for a second before pressing play. Unlike the edits his teammates usually sent to mock him, this one was… surprisingly well-made.
It was an edit with the song “Honey” by KARA. It was the complete opposite of the intimidating image people usually associated with him.
The second edit appeared on his screen.
It was footage someone (Luna) had secretly taken on the team bus during a trip through Spain. And Sae was asleep. His head rested against the window,and his hair slightly messy from the ride, the afternoon sunlight spilling across his face.
The editor had slowed the footage down, added tiny white sparkles around him, and added the song “how to pretend” by Lucy Bedroque
“He's so pretty I'm actually crying,” he saw that comment while he was scrolling.
The next edit showed him in Madrid. Where he was standing at a street festival holding a churro, and having a drawn on spain’s flag on his cheek while he was silently chewing while staring off into the distance.
There were more sparkles and little animated hearts floated around his head.
“He looks like the prettiest person alive.”
“He is just three apples tall!”
Then he clicked on another edit. It was during training, and he had absentmindedly pushed his reddish-pink hair away from his face before looking toward the camera for barely a second.
And the comments absolutely immediately exploded across the screen.
@saesbiggestfan: This edit cleared my skin, watered my plants, paid my taxes, and fixed my sleep schedule.
@ohnojamjam: How does someone look this pretty while doing absolutely nothing.
@saeitoshigivemeonechance: I need him to look at me like that at least once.
↳ @bluelocknewseasonwhen: Get out.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: No, hear me out, PLEASE
Sae's eyebrow twitched. He certainly didn't understand why millions of people were emotionally invested in a these edits of him.
“…People are strange…,” he muttered, exiting the app.
Immediately, another notification appeared. From Ryusei Shidou had sent a YouTube link. That was another lukewarm mistake that he did.
Sae clicked it.
Title of the video : Ranking Every Itoshi Sae Facial Expression (IMPOSSIBLE) Duration: 8:03
The video opened with overly dramatic, classical music was blasting in the video.
#1 Airport Sae
A frantic reporter accidentally bumped into his shoulder. Sae looked over, giving him a three-degree side-eye. The video frame froze and s red circle appeared and zoom in, into his face.
#2 Interview Sae
The reporter was trying to make a joke while Sae just looked at him deadpanned while the reporter looked like he wanted to bury his head in the sand.
#3 Match Sae
It was a match against Re Al and FC Barcha and the big screen panned onto Sae face and he was just standing there being in his own little world, having the same expression.
#4 Vacation Sae
Another trip the Re Al group took and they were in Seville enjoying their time while Sae was trailing along them and was told to smile so he raised his hands and did a peace sign wearing the same expression.
#5 Eight-Year-Old Sae
A old footage that was dug up by fans and it was an eight year old Sae winning another award and was forced to take a picture and smile, minutes passed and the audio picked up him muttering “lukewarm” while wearing the expression again.
The creator zoomed in on the eyes and mouth, meticulously comparing every single screenshot. And the creator of the video actually legitimately made an actual mathematical graph appeared on screen. “Base on pictures and videos of him Sae Itoshi Facial Expression Consistency: 96.67%”
Sae closed the video and opened the Gen XI group chat,
number not saved (Bunny) : Sae, did you know you got named “El chico japonés guapo de Madrid"
Michael Kaiser: Millions of people think you're pretty and you still look like a bum npc
Lorezno: yoo, Sae bro can I sell your pics?
Vivian Hugo: You look nice
Vivian Hugo sent a picture to the group chat
It was a picture of Sae from a photoshoot, wearing the same expression against a very cute background
Julian Loki: Oh woah, you got kawaified too Sae, just like me!
Teddy: What’s going on?
Sae swiped down to read the Twitter discourse Shidou was sending him bombing his notifications .
@iluvbluelock: This is why he doesn't have forehead wrinkles. His face literally never moves…
(This was completely false, because Sae moisturized every single night and have a skincare routine)
↳ @cantheitoshibrosreunite: this is false! He actually has a daily routine skin care and in an interview he said that he moisturized every single night before sleeping or after games. He even has a morning routine!
@unbench_rinitoshi_pls: Itoshi Sae has two emotions: 😐 and 😐 which is happier but slightly to the left.
@saeitoshiplease_talk_to_rin: posted a meme joking about Sae Itoshi’s permanent resting bitch face, and RE Al Twitter absolutely ran with it. Within minutes, the tweet was flooded with thousands of likes and retweets, turning Japan's national treasure into a viral sensation.
@imaybe_like_bllk : why does sae always look like a corporate employee forced to attend a team-building exercise.
@football_clips: Y'all remember that Madrid festival photo where he looked like he genuinely wanted to not be there ? Fun fact: he was actually having the time of his life.
@ohno_saeis_behind_you: The original interview is somehow even funnier.
The poster posted the clip of the interview
Reporter: "Did you enjoy your time at the festival ?”
Sae: "yes, I’m enjoying my time."
Reporter: "...Then why did you look upset…”
Sae: "I wasn’t, I enjoyed being there and looking forward for more ."
↳ @Ilovesaeitoshi: HE WAS HAPPY. THAT WAS HIS HAPPY FACE.
↳ @Isagi_pleaseshower: LMAO YES HE WAS
@bluelock_is_cool: The day Sae smiles, Japan's economy will increase.
@rinitoshiilyyy: Maybe Rin thought Sae hated him because this is literally just his face.
↳ @rineyelashes: I suddenly understand Rin's entire childhood.
@iwanticecream_rn: Imagine introducing him to your parents.
↳ @Ihave_icecream: IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY
@thesaeitoshifan: I’m not kidding, I need him to look at me like that
↳ @whenwill_season_three_come: GET OUT.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: I GET YOU!!
Sae sighed heavily and closed the app. Right as he did, Shidou sent one final text. It was a grid meme of his face from today's press conference.
Hungry.
Hungry but in Spain.
Hungry but in Japan.
Hungry but you see your brother.
He locked his phone with a definitive click, he was not going to respond nor talk for awhile—but it did make him amused.
“…People have too much free time…”
Itoshi Sae genuinely believed…that he looked perfectly normal.
That there was nothing wrong at all and he was living a good life. He doesn’t seem to realize that he is blunt half of the time, even if he doesn’t mean it.
He leaned his head against the cool glass of the car window, closed his eyes, and began reviewing FC Barcha statistics in his head to finally get some peace, after a long tiring day.
It wasn’t his fault people can’t tell that he is happy, but it didn’t matter.
Thank you for reading٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ !!
| Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!

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༘⋆ SAE ITOSHI loves naps ˳◜ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸝⸝ ib this
sae itoshi was a regular man…
regular in the sense that he didn’t do much or more like he didn’t have to do much to excel in what he wanted.
regular in the fact that he was just good at soccer, just perfect at reading the field and was amazing at honing his skills to improve even without trying.
he was born that way. others will just have to deal with it.
in his schedule nothing was because it was needed. he got up for practice because it was scheduled, he cleaned because he wanted to and he didn’t like dust, he did the bonding exercises to shut up his coach on the days he had enough patience to go through with it.
he played soccer because he was the best…and because he loved it, there’s no doubt about that.
but he was meticulous about one exact thing.
and that was his health.
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯. Sae Itoshi and his resting b**** face.
Synopsis: Itoshi Sae is famous for two things: him being a great football player and his permanent, RBF. And the media wants to know all about Itoshi Sae famous resting face.
Notes: absolutely crack…idk what I’m doing…
────୨ৎ────
Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!
Sae Itoshi quote on quote, “Japan’s National Treasure.” Was dealing with another interview today.
And the media had many questions for Japan’s football prodigy. But unfortunately…none of them were about football.
Itoshi Sae sat at the center of the press conference table, one elbow resting lazily on the armrest while his chin balanced against his hand.
His expression, as always, looked like someone had personally inconvenienced him by just existing near him—the media’s words, not his.
Truthfully, he was just tired and dealing with pesky press conferences since they are so exhausting to deal with.
If he had a choice, he’d already be back home taking another nap or watching match footage and analyzing statistics.
But he was right here, listening to professional journalists discuss—his face.
“What’s even wrong with it?”
Sae just sighed internally, wanting to move on, he would walk out if he could, but that damn manager has been onto him begging for him to at-least finish the interview rather than walking out.
“Itoshi-san!”A reporter nearly launched himself out of his chair.
“Would you mind commenting on the viral clip currently trending online?”
“What clip?” He questioned the reporter,raising his eyebrow.
“The one where a drone flew past you during training.”
“The video had accumulated over forty million views.”
One eyebrow lifted, while hid eyes narrowed, he was genuinely… deeply confused
“But, why ?” he asked the reporter , his voice being flat as ever.
If he remembered that day, nothing noteworthy had happened. A drone had flown too close during training and it was the associatation for some advertisement promo and he just looked at it.
That was all.
So why did forty million people, decide to watch him do something so ordinary was a beyond his understanding.
His gaze slowly swept across the room, silently searching for someone—anyone—to explain why simply looking at a drone had somehow become something people wanted to watch for entertainment.
The reporters just stared back, holding their breath, and they were sweating just to avoid his gaze.
The confusion lingered for five seconds before it settled back into the usual unreadable expression that he wore.
He dropped his gaze back down to the microphone in front of him, entirely checked out of the conversation.“People really watch anything.”
Every reporter including the manager blinked.
And The reporter hesitated to answer.
“People just really liked your expression.”
“My expression.”
“Yes.”
Sae stared at him.
“I was just looking at the drone.”
“Yes! Exactly!” The reporter smiled chuckling to himself. “People are very curious about your ‘RBF’ , it went popular, there are many compilations of it.”
“Did you know about it?”
“I did not.”
“Well…the hashtag #SaeLooksDone is currently number one worldwide on the internet.”
Then another reporter shot a question.
“How do you feel about fans saying your stare could make someone kneel six hundred times at their ancestors’ graves?”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“People are also wondering if you’ve ever looked happy.”
“I’m happy, I just smile with my heart.” Sae replied—because that was indeed the truth.
Leaving the reporters in the room glance at each other.
Then a third reporter raised her hand.
“There’s a rumor that you haven’t smiled in public for years. Is that true?”
“No.”
“When was the last time then, Mr. Itoshi?”
Sae actually thought about it. “…Probably…”
The room leaned forward. “…Next question.”
Every keyboard in the room erupted into frantic typing.
Writing down : “Itoshi Sae does not remember when was the last time we smiled in public, maybe in his life.”
The poor PR manager looked moments away from filing his resignation by not wanting to deal with Sae Itoshi publicity.
“Itoshi-san!” Another hand shot into the air.
“People are saying your face never changes—would you say that is not true?”
“That is not true because my face does change.”
“Could you please, demonstrate?”
Then silence filled the room, Sae just blinked once. then another blink. he just blinked two times.
“There.” And The reporters collectively froze. Even the cameras stopped flashing.
“Was that it?” One of the reporter’s questioned, sweating whether he will be fine asking that question.
“Yes.”
Then someone accidentally snorted in the back row. Making Sae slowly turned his head toward the sound.
The person immediately shut up.
Another journalist nervously adjusted his glasses.
“So… would you say you have… um… resting… you know…”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“I have a face.”
Making the reporter who was already nervous just stare at him.
“I also don’t understand that question.”
His manager desperately tried to regain control, “Perhaps we should move back to football—”
“No.”
And every head turned.
“I don’t mind.”
Sae looked around the room with genuine curiosity. “This is entertaining, so go on, talk more.”
The reporters all collectively nodded along .
“I’d also like to know why we’re discussing my face.”
For forty painfully long minutes later, the conference finally ended. And the whole entire time was spent talking about his own face.
The moment Sae climbed into the waiting car, he pulled out his phone.
Twenty -seven unread messages.
NOTIFICATIONS: Julian Loki
mon ami
congratulations
your face has gone viral again
NOTIFICATIONS :Michael Kaiser
this you? 😐
fucking bum.
NOTIFICATIONS : Luna
Someone made a six-hour YouTube compilation of you looking disappointed, lol.
NOTIFICATIONS: Oliver Aiku
“There it changed" bro you cannot just blink twice and call it a demonstration
NOTIFICATIONS: number not saved (Bunny)
I think you looked great!
NOTIFICATIONS : Ryusei Shidou
LMAOOOOOOOOOO
CHECK THE EDIT’S I SENT YOU.
NOW.
He regret listening to him, he shouldn’t have opened it at all. Against his better judgment, Sae tapped it. The video had over ten million likes. The creator’s pinned comment sat at the top of the screen in frantic capital letters : “OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE LIKES I’M LITERALLY SOBBING.”
Sae stared at it for a second before pressing play. Unlike the edits his teammates usually sent to mock him, this one was… surprisingly well-made.
It was an edit with the song “Honey” by KARA. It was the complete opposite of the intimidating image people usually associated with him.
The second edit appeared on his screen.
It was footage someone (Luna) had secretly taken on the team bus during a trip through Spain. And Sae was asleep. His head rested against the window,and his hair slightly messy from the ride, the afternoon sunlight spilling across his face.
The editor had slowed the footage down, added tiny white sparkles around him, and added the song “how to pretend” by Lucy Bedroque
“He's so pretty I'm actually crying,” he saw that comment while he was scrolling.
The next edit showed him in Madrid. Where he was standing at a street festival holding a churro, and having a drawn on spain’s flag on his cheek while he was silently chewing while staring off into the distance.
There were more sparkles and little animated hearts floated around his head.
“He looks like the prettiest person alive.”
“He is just three apples tall!”
Then he clicked on another edit. It was during training, and he had absentmindedly pushed his reddish-pink hair away from his face before looking toward the camera for barely a second.
And the comments absolutely immediately exploded across the screen.
@saesbiggestfan: This edit cleared my skin, watered my plants, paid my taxes, and fixed my sleep schedule.
@ohnojamjam: How does someone look this pretty while doing absolutely nothing.
@saeitoshigivemeonechance: I need him to look at me like that at least once.
↳ @bluelocknewseasonwhen: Get out.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: No, hear me out, PLEASE
Sae's eyebrow twitched. He certainly didn't understand why millions of people were emotionally invested in a these edits of him.
“…People are strange…,” he muttered, exiting the app.
Immediately, another notification appeared. From Ryusei Shidou had sent a YouTube link. That was another lukewarm mistake that he did.
Sae clicked it.
Title of the video : Ranking Every Itoshi Sae Facial Expression (IMPOSSIBLE) Duration: 8:03
The video opened with overly dramatic, classical music was blasting in the video.
#1 Airport Sae
A frantic reporter accidentally bumped into his shoulder. Sae looked over, giving him a three-degree side-eye. The video frame froze and s red circle appeared and zoom in, into his face.
#2 Interview Sae
The reporter was trying to make a joke while Sae just looked at him deadpanned while the reporter looked like he wanted to bury his head in the sand.
#3 Match Sae
It was a match against Re Al and FC Barcha and the big screen panned onto Sae face and he was just standing there being in his own little world, having the same expression.
#4 Vacation Sae
Another trip the Re Al group took and they were in Seville enjoying their time while Sae was trailing along them and was told to smile so he raised his hands and did a peace sign wearing the same expression.
#5 Eight-Year-Old Sae
A old footage that was dug up by fans and it was an eight year old Sae winning another award and was forced to take a picture and smile, minutes passed and the audio picked up him muttering “lukewarm” while wearing the expression again.
The creator zoomed in on the eyes and mouth, meticulously comparing every single screenshot. And the creator of the video actually legitimately made an actual mathematical graph appeared on screen. “Base on pictures and videos of him Sae Itoshi Facial Expression Consistency: 96.67%”
Sae closed the video and opened the Gen XI group chat,
number not saved (Bunny) : Sae, did you know you got named “El chico japonés guapo de Madrid"
Michael Kaiser: Millions of people think you're pretty and you still look like a bum npc
Lorezno: yoo, Sae bro can I sell your pics?
Vivian Hugo: You look nice
Vivian Hugo sent a picture to the group chat
It was a picture of Sae from a photoshoot, wearing the same expression against a very cute background
Julian Loki: Oh woah, you got kawaified too Sae, just like me!
Teddy: What’s going on?
Sae swiped down to read the Twitter discourse Shidou was sending him bombing his notifications .
@iluvbluelock: This is why he doesn't have forehead wrinkles. His face literally never moves…
(This was completely false, because Sae moisturized every single night and have a skincare routine)
↳ @cantheitoshibrosreunite: i don’t think sooo, He actually has a daily routine skin care and in an interview he said that he moisturized every single night before sleeping or after games. He even has a morning routine!
@unbench_rinitoshi_pls: Itoshi Sae has two emotions: 😐 and 😐 which is happier but slightly to the left.
@saeitoshiplease_talk_to_rin: posted a meme joking about Sae Itoshi’s permanent resting bitch face, and RE Al Twitter absolutely ran with it. Within minutes, the tweet was flooded with thousands of likes and retweets, turning Japan's national treasure into a viral sensation.
@imaybe_like_bllk : why does sae always look like a corporate employee forced to attend a team-building exercise.
@football_clips: Y'all remember that Madrid festival photo where he looked like he genuinely wanted to not be there ? Fun fact: he was actually having the time of his life.
@ohno_saeis_behind_you: The original interview is somehow even funnier.
The poster posted the clip of the interview
Reporter: "Are you enjoy your time at the festival ?”
Sae: "yes, I’m enjoying my time."
Reporter: "...Then why do you look upset…?”
Sae: "I’m not, I enjoyed being here and and I look forward for more opportunities to participate in festivals."
↳ @Ilovesaeitoshi: HE WAS HAPPY. THAT WAS HIS HAPPY FACE.
↳ @Isagi_pleaseshower: LMAO YES HE WAS!!
@bluelock_is_cool: The day Sae smiles, Japan's economy will increase.
@rinitoshiilyyy: Maybe Rin thought Sae hated him because this is literally just his face.
↳ @rineyelashes: I suddenly understand Rin's entire childhood.
@iwanticecream_rn: Imagine introducing him to your parents.
↳ @Ihave_icecream: IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY
@thesaeitoshifan: I’m not kidding, I need him to look at me like that
↳ @whenwill_season_three_come: GET OUT.
↳ @saeitoshigivemeonechance: I GET YOU DW TWIN !!
Sae sighed heavily and closed the app. Right as he did, Shidou sent one final text. It was a grid meme of his face from today's press conference.
Hungry.
Hungry but in Spain.
Hungry but in Japan.
Hungry but you see your brother.
He locked his phone with a definitive click, he was not going to respond nor talk for awhile—but it did make him amused.
“…People have too much free time…”
Itoshi Sae genuinely believed…that he looked perfectly normal.
That there was nothing wrong at all and he was living a good life. He doesn’t seem to realize that he is blunt half of the time, even if he doesn’t mean it.
He leaned his head against the cool glass of the car window, closed his eyes, and began reviewing FC Barcha statistics in his head to finally get some peace, after a long tiring day.
It wasn’t his fault people can’t tell that he is happy, but it didn’t matter.
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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . "If beauty were a crime...you would be innocent.”
Vivien hugo always tells you the most cheesiest pick up lines known to man, just to make you laugh, this resulted into a week long silent treatment, however vivien took this to a whole new level as you going against destiny.
Gender nuetral reader, idk how to write him but I was bored so I just spun a wheel…and it landed on him…I rarely proof read by the way—we ball.
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You and Vivien hadn't been talking at all.
Well... more accurately, you hadn't been talking to him. And you were utterly determined to keep it that way until you could finally make him stop.
The silent treatment was entirely justified. Maybe, maybe not—but in your mind, it absolutely was!
You couldn't afford to fold so easily under the his terrible pickup lines.
You seriously needed him to stop, mostly because you found yourself questioning your own sanity every time you cracked a laugh or smile.
Genuinely, you could not stop laughing at every single horrible line he threw your way.
Vivien had spent the last seven days telling you the cheesiest lines known to humanity. They were so unbelievably, painfully bad, but they still managed to make you laugh.
Your only hope of getting him to stop was to completely erase his existence from your reality.
Absolutely no eye contact and no responses.
You will not laugh.
A silent treatment, should work…well— that’s what you thought.
But Vivien, being Vivien, just kept r on talking, oblivious to the fact that he was receiving the silent treatment. Or worse, he took it as a personal challenge—a sign that you were trying to fight against the very hand of fate.
Your mind drifted back to how this ridiculous week had actually started. You remembered sitting together on the couch, the afternoon sunlight catching the soft fabric of his shirt. Before the onslaught had begun, he was absentmindedly playing with your fingers, intertwining them with his own. A bright, eager smile had been plastered across his face.
"I've been learning a new attribute," he had announced, confidently.
Your eyes had dropped to the worn, leather-bound book resting on his lap. He always carried it around, claiming it helped him organize his chaotic thoughts.
At this point, you didn't question the book anymore.
You didnt mind seeing him have it around and if it helped him, then you didn’t really find anything bad about it—it was just weird…but also cute to see how ridiculous it is!
You had simply watched him crack it open, tap his fingers against his chin, and stare at the empty page.
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Back in the present, the room was quiet only the slow, rustle of pages being turned one by one. You peeked out of the corner of your eye and saw him leaning in closer to you.
Clearing his throat, preparing whatever dumb pick up line he’ll say just to shatter your silence.
You braced yourself for whatever phrase he was about to leave his mouth.
It was cute, the way he acted. There was absolutely no doubt about it—Vivien was ridiculously attractive beautiful and funny—Lucky you.
He opened his mouth and the words that came out of his mouth was“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber” he said that, in the most deadpanned expression , while just staring at you.
Making you go silent while you were thinking about what the heck was going on.
"Making you laugh is my new attribute for making you happy," Vivien announced proudly, breaking the silence.
The line left you completely speechless. Then, the sheer absurdity of it hit you, and a laugh slipped right through your teeth.
"Ma chérie..." He looked at you with total, unblinking sincerity. "I'm serious." He lunged forward, dramatically clasping both of your hands in his. "Destiny is us. Don't you agree? Nous sommes faits l'un pour l'autre."
You blinked, staring at his earnest expression.
Slowly, the reality sank in, he was absolutely not joking.
The next day he texted you another failed flirtatious message.
And that had to be the most aggressively French sentence you had ever heard in your life.
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The second time you met him, he proposed that your love was eternal and fated.
"Destiny is us," you repeated under your breath, before bursting into a proper, unfiltered laugh.
Vivien's face immediately brightened. "There! You smiled!"
"That was the dumbest thing I've heard all day."
"It made you laugh." He beamed, looking completely successful.
"...Unfortunately," you mumbled, trying to pull your hands back from his grip.
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And when you were first getting to know him, he had proudly declared that football had been his destiny ever since he was a toddler. You had just stared at him in disbelief.
"Vivien."
"What?"
"You were two years old."
"Oui, et?"
"You could barely walk straight."
"But I was already kicking balls," he had countered with a deadpan look, completely serious. "Football found me because we were destined. Just like you and me. Honestly, I think I was destined for the sport before I was even born."
"You don't hear yourself, do you?"
"I do," he had smiled, practically glowing.
He was impossible. Snapping back to the present, you had to admit that—his ridiculous charm was exactly what you liked most about him.
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Vivien was funny, it was a private side reserved only for the people closest to him. To the rest of the world, the young, promising French midfielder was a machine and an intimidating opponent.
He came off as a bit strange to the media, but underneath that tough, professional exterior, he was just a hopeless romantic.
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His family only made things worse—or better, depending on how you looked at it.
During your first dinner at their house, his mother had warmly welcomed you before immediately pulling out the embarrassing childhood archives.
"Oh, he's always been this dramatic," she laughed, mimicking a tiny voice. "'Maman! Football! Football! Football! Look at me!' It was all he ever thought about." Vivien had tried to hide his burning face in his hands, groaning, "Maman, please stop." You had laughed so hard your stomach ached.
Remembering all of this, made it significantly harder to maintain your current silent treatment, which was clearly driving him insane.
Because he was going nonstop with his pick up lines ever since you started and have been constantly trying to cling to you.
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He was currently sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor after a grueling training session, watching you pretend to read a book.
Earlier that day, he had begged you to buy éclairs on your way home. You had bought them, but as a punishment for a week of terrible pickup lines, you refused to hand them over.
They sat on your desk, an agonizing foot out of his reach.
"Ma chérie..." he pleaded.
Silence.
"Why won't you look at me?"
Nothing.
"Are you mad?"
You deliberately turned another page of your book. While he let out a long, dramatic sigh.
You felt a tiny prickle of guilt. Stalling for time, you pulled out your phone and quietly texted Julian Loki, Vivien's teammate. Vivien went on and on about how wonderful Loki was, how Loki would be number one, and how as number two, they would conquer the football world together.
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My bf football destiny guy ( Julian Loki )
Has Vivien been acting weird at practice?
Julian Loki : Wdym? Like does he start flirting?
Yesss, He won't shut up. It’s cute…but still…
Julian Loki : Yeah, he won't shut up about you. He even practiced his pickup lines on me.
Please help me and tell him to stop..
Julian Loki: Lol can't help you. I had to deal with him for an entire two weeks of him flirting with ME.
Julian Loki: Good luck with him, lol
You groaned internally. Out of pure pettiness, you fired back a well known meme picture of Julian wearing a fluffy, pink bunny hat while doing a ridiculous, forced aegyo-sal smile.
A few seconds later, Julian reacted to the photo with a prompt thumbs-down emoji.
Setting the phone face-down on the mattress, you noticed the room had gone completely quiet. Vivien had stopped pleading.
You glanced up and saw him staring blankly at the empty pages of his notebook for a moment before closing it with an exaggerated, heavy thud.
When that didn't make you stand up , he stood up and strolled over to your bookshelf. He began pulling books off the shelves one by one, carefully examining the spines. Finally, he lined up a selection of titles face-out on the ledge.
He held up the first one: Why.
The second: Are.
The third: You.
The fourth: Ignoring.
The last one: Me.
He gestured to the makeshift sentence, pointing at it with an arched brow. You blinked. He stood there, eagerly waiting for your reaction. Sighing, you stood up, walked over to the shelf, and grabbed a couple of heavy textbooks. You held them up in sequence: Leave. Me.
Vivien studied your response, chin in his hand. He scanned the remaining shelves, pulled down another novel, and covered a part of the title with his palm so only the first word showed: No.
Then, he rapidly grabbed four more books, stacking them all the way up to his chin: I. Miss. You. Please.
He lowered the stack just enough so you could see his eyes. He was pulling the most ridiculously pathetic, puppy-dog expression he could muster. Unfortunately, it was working.
You let out a long, defeated sigh. He peered over the top of the books.
"...Is it working?"
"..Maybe."
His eyes lit up instantly. "I knew it.”
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The tension finally broke. You dragged the box of slightly squished éclairs from the desk onto the bed, and the two of you lay down together, sharing the pastry as the afternoon light softened across the blankets.
Chewing thoughtfully, Vivien glanced over at you. "Ma chérie..."
You swallowed a bite of chocolate. "What now?"
"If beauty were a crime..."
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact.
"...You'd be completely innocent."
You paused, your eyebrows knitting together in total confusion. "...What? Vivien, that’s an insult."
"No, think about it," he said, entirely deadpan. "Because you're too good and beautiful to ever commit a crime."
You stared at him, genuinely trying to follow the broken, convoluted logic of his brain. "...That makes zero sense, Vivien."
Despite the sheer stupidity of the line, a genuine laugh slipped past your lips.
"There it is.” he cheered, pointing a triumphant, pastry-covered finger at you.
"You are incredibly lucky you're cute," you grumbled, lightly swatting his arm.
He laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, and tumbled backward onto the mattress, pulling you down with him.
"Vivien!"
"Mhm?" he murmured, completely unbothered by your protest. He shifted, resting his chin comfortably on top of your head and tightening his grip around your waist.
You buried your face against his shoulder, letting a real, genuine smile finally show. The two of you just stayed there, completely tangled together under the warm afternoon sunlight, quietly finishing the last of the chocolate treats.
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Another day, another psychological toll for Julian Loki, who had to endure Vivien’s endless ramblings on the pitch. Vivien walked around the locker room in a complete daze, a goofy, love-struck smile permanently plastered across his face.
"We hugged all day yesterday," Vivien announced to the room.
Julian, who was busy chugging water from his sports bottle, didn't look up. "That's good, Hugo," he muttered, using Vivien's last name while absentmindedly patting his teammate's back.
"No, Julian, you do not comprehend," Vivien said, sitting up abruptly and grabbing Julian firmly by both shoulders.
He looked completely unhinged by romance, his eyes wide with the dramatic gravity of his own emotions. "I love ma chérie so dearly, Julian. We are meant to be together, forever."
Julian sighed deeply and slowly pulled his shoulders away, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. He had heard variations of this exact speech every ten minutes since warm-ups had started.
Vivien Hugo was, without a single shred of doubt, the most pathetic, hopeless lover boy in all of France.
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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Why are you so petty?
Synopsis: you know who was petty person, Julian at least while playing on the pitch. But he was even more petty whenever you get into arguments, the both of you got into petty argument over a cancelled date.
Notes: gender neutral, uh…no proofreading…uhm idk...I love Julian , he also the goat istg. I also think this is out of character…i just wrote whatever….
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Julian Loki had always been a petty person, especially in the field. He had his pride and ego as being one of the rosing star athletes and being known for his speed and agility, especially being part of the renowned new generation X.
But he also valued his privacy. More than anything, he hated it when strangers invaded it.
The two of you had been dating for quite some time now, but your relationship had always stayed out of the public eye. It was much safer that way, and Julian had only ever admitted that there was someone he liked and politely asked people not to pry into his personal life.
Football was completely different from his own personal life. He made that statement when a reporter asked a rude question getting him pissed off, making him leave a sarcastic comment to the reporter but he had to keep his cool for the sake of publicity.
You loved him so dearly, you were amazed on how you managed to pull a sweet guy like him. You'd think to yourself,
“how did you manage to hit a jackpot?” A pull of a century in your mind, nonetheless.
Julian loved you dearly and took care of you. He would always check up on you, text you goodmornings and goodbyes. You told him he didn't need to keep doing that, knowing how strict his schedule was or when he was overseas for tournaments, but he jokingly said, "Well, I remembered you, so it's alright."
Especially whenever he went on dates with you, he’d splurge into buying you gifts and spend a-lot of time with you, whenever he can.
Julian took notice of things about you. When you got uncomfortable, what made you laugh, things you hated.
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On a summer afternoon, you were lazing around on his apartment couch, a chocolate bar on the coffee table beside a bowl of fresh, frozen strawberries as your afternoon snacks.
On that day, you wanted to go out and be like every couple in France, roaming around the streets hand in hand, taking pictures, and enjoying the love of your partner while basking in the warmth of the sun.
But, knowing about Julian's tough schedule, it would barely work out, even if you wanted to ask. You wanted to go on a date, something simple. You and him walking while holding hands together.
You sighed heavily, knowing this would never happen.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
You heard your phone buzz. Three Notifications From Julian.
You smiled sheepishly in glee, your thumb hovering over the screen, quickly opening messages to see what he had texted you.
Practice was cut short, on my way home.
I also bought Guimauve Chocolat and Profiteroles.
I miss you, I'll be home soon :)
You hearted all the messages and replied, "okiee, get home safely." He saw it and hearted it.
Talking to him was simple.
Though, You bickered and were petty with each other, throwing insults, but it never escalated too far.
The both of you were just…genuinely petty at each other.
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It was rare for you two to be together, you decided to crash at his private apartment from time to time.
Your schedule was more flexible than his. It was rare to ever have an opportunity of him coming home early and being alone with you.
When Julian arrived home, opening the door, shutting it, and making sure the lock was on for security, he sighed, "It's so hot outside. Did you open the windows?"
You nodded. You were slumped on the couch. "The Air conditioner can barely manage to work, and I called the repair manager, but they've got so many clients who are complaining."
When you said that, Julian responded with a deep sigh, knowing he couldn't do anything about it, but he wished they would come and fix it because, gosh, was the summer heat unbearable.
He made his way to his kitchen counter and dropped off the bag of Guimauve Chocolat and Profiteroles.
They were sweet treats, and unbeknownst to people, The Loki Julian had a huge sweet tooth.
"Oh, by the way, can we go outside?" You looked at him while he made his way to the very end of the couch, while you tried to scooch closer to be beside him.
"Please, Julian." You clasped your hands together dramatically.
"Its so hot in your apartment..."
He looked at you from the corner of his eye. You gave him your most innocent smile. "You promised that we could go out. Like take me out for a date, remember?" You wiggled your eyebrows.
Julian stared at you for several long seconds. "I'm not so sure..." he sighed, leaning down. "I'm tired right now."
Julian leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes for a brief moment. You stared at him.
"So... a no then?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, mon cœur."
You slowly crossed your arms, and without realizing it, Julian opened one eye before mirroring you, crossing his own. You gave him a side eye, which brought silence between the two of you.
"..."
Maybe, you'd have another petty fight right now.
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The breeze was felt weakly with the window being open, the chocolate had started to melt, and the bowl of frozen strawberries wasn't frozen anymore.
You stood up first.
Without another word, you walked into the kitchen, sighing as you took the Profiteroles out of the bag. You were mumbling beneath your breath while taking a piece. One turned into two, and two turned into four.
Julian watched you disappear before quietly following a few seconds later. He walked up to you, then took a piece of the Guimauve Chocolat, copying your move. When you took a bite of those Profiteroles, he took the same exact amount of bites as you did. Mimicking your movements.
You stared at him and he stared back, quickly grabbing the piece from your hand, and you also grabbed the one he was holding, earning a grumble from him.
You opened the refrigerator to grab the water pitcher. Then, he opened the freezer to take a scoop of ice out. You grabbed a glass, and he grabbed another glass.
"..."
You noticed that he was copying you and realize that the both of you were really going to be petty again.
You took out the water pitcher from the refrigerator and poured yourself some water.
He took away the water pitcher from you and poured himself some water, too.
You drank it. He also drank it. You glanced sideways at him. He glanced back.
"..."
Both of you looked at each other. It was obvious he was copying you to mess with you. You dramatically turned your head towards him and blinked two times, while Julian blinked two times, too.
"...Are we fighting?"
"No." He looked at you, trying his best to put fake innocence behind his tone. For sure, this man was teasing you. "We aren’t fighting at all, I know you aren’t mad at all."
"Well... I understand, but why are you copying me?"
Julian rested his elbows on the kitchen counter, and you noticed a bite mark on his arm—probably from Charles tackling him again during a break.
Then, without another word, he reached for the pastry on the counter.
"Because I wanted to," he teased you, waving the Profiteroles in front of you. Which you immediately snatched first.
Julian unamusedly looked at you. He couldn't stop the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You broke off a tiny square of chocolate. You held it toward him. "We'll go out next time, I promise ."
Julian looked at the half-profiterole in between your fingers. He looked up at you and smirked. "And I'm just teasing you, ."
Then, leaning down, he took the treat from your hand, leaving you blushing.
Then continued to walk away to probably go take a shower.
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The two of you stayed tucked inside
You spent hours feeding each other strawberries drizzled with melted chocolate, fluffy guimauves, and sweet profiteroles.
A warm summer breeze drifted through the open apartment windows as your limbs tangled together on the couch.
To you, this unexpected afternoon was the perfect date.
"Je t'aime, Julian," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. He looked down at you, a tender smile warming his eyes. "Moi aussi, mon cœur."
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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . "If beauty were a crime...you would be innocent.”
Vivien hugo always tells you the most cheesiest pick up lines known to man, just to make you laugh, this resulted into a week long silent treatment, however vivien took this to a whole new level as you going against destiny.
Gender nuetral reader, idk how to write him but I was bored so I just spun a wheel…and it landed on him…I rarely proof read by the way—we ball.
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Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!
You and Vivien haven’t been talking at all.
Well... more accurately, you hadn't been talking to him. And you were utterly determined to keep it that way until you could finally make him stop.
The silent treatment was entirely justified. Maybe, maybe not—but in your mind, it absolutely was!
You couldn't afford to fold so easily under the his terrible pickup lines.
You seriously needed him to stop, mostly because you found yourself questioning your own sanity every time you cracked a laugh or smile.
Genuinely, you could not stop laughing at every single horrible line he threw your way.
Vivien had spent the last seven days telling you the cheesiest lines known to humanity. They were so unbelievably, painfully bad, but they still managed to make you laugh.
Your only hope of getting him to stop was to completely erase his existence from your reality.
Absolutely no eye contact and no responses.
You will not laugh.
A silent treatment, should work…well— that’s what you thought.
But Vivien, being Vivien, just kept r on talking, oblivious to the fact that he was receiving the silent treatment. Or worse, he took it as a personal challenge—a sign that you were trying to fight against the very hand of fate.
Your mind drifted back to how this ridiculous week had actually started. You remembered sitting together on the couch, the afternoon sunlight catching the soft fabric of his shirt. Before the onslaught had begun, he was absentmindedly playing with your fingers, intertwining them with his own. A bright, eager smile had been plastered across his face.
"I've been learning a new attribute," he had announced, confidently.
Your eyes had dropped to the worn, leather-bound book resting on his lap. He always carried it around, claiming it helped him organize his chaotic thoughts.
At this point, you didn't question the book anymore.
You didnt mind seeing him have it around and if it helped him, then you didn’t really find anything bad about it—it was just weird…but also cute to see how ridiculous it is!
You had simply watched him crack it open, tap his fingers against his chin, and stare at the empty page.
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Back in the present, the room was quiet only the slow, rustle of pages being turned one by one. You peeked out of the corner of your eye and saw him leaning in closer to you.
Clearing his throat, preparing whatever dumb pick up line he’ll say just to shatter your silence.
You braced yourself for whatever phrase he was about to leave his mouth.
It was cute, the way he acted. There was absolutely no doubt about it—Vivien was ridiculously attractive beautiful and funny—Lucky you.
He opened his mouth and the words that came out of his mouth was“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber” he said that, in the most deadpanned expression , while just staring at you.
Making you go silent while you were thinking about what the heck was going on.
"Making you laugh is my new attribute for making you happy," Vivien announced proudly, breaking the silence.
The line left you completely speechless. Then, the sheer absurdity of it hit you, and a laugh slipped right through your teeth.
"Ma chérie..." He looked at you with total, unblinking sincerity. "I'm serious." He lunged forward, dramatically clasping both of your hands in his. "Destiny is us. Don't you agree? Nous sommes faits l'un pour l'autre."
You blinked, staring at his earnest expression.
Slowly, the reality sank in, he was absolutely not joking.
The next day he texted you another failed flirtatious message.
And that had to be the most aggressively French sentence you had ever heard in your life.
──── ୨ৎ ────
The second time you met him, he proposed that your love was eternal and fated.
"Destiny is us," you repeated under your breath, before bursting into a proper, unfiltered laugh.
Vivien's face immediately brightened. "There! You smiled!"
"That was the dumbest thing I've heard all day."
"It made you laugh." He beamed, looking completely successful.
"...Unfortunately," you mumbled, trying to pull your hands back from his grip.
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And when you were first getting to know him, he had proudly declared that football had been his destiny ever since he was a toddler. You had just stared at him in disbelief.
"Vivien."
"What?"
"You were two years old."
"Oui, et?"
"You could barely walk straight."
"But I was already kicking balls," he had countered with a deadpan look, completely serious. "Football found me because we were destined. Just like you and me. Honestly, I think I was destined for the sport before I was even born."
"You don't hear yourself, do you?"
"I do," he had smiled, practically glowing.
He was impossible. Snapping back to the present, you had to admit that—his ridiculous charm was exactly what you liked most about him.
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Vivien was funny, it was a private side reserved only for the people closest to him. To the rest of the world, the young, promising French midfielder was a machine and an intimidating opponent.
He came off as a bit strange to the media, but underneath that tough, professional exterior, he was just a hopeless romantic.
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His family only made things worse—or better, depending on how you looked at it.
During your first dinner at their house, his mother had warmly welcomed you before immediately pulling out the embarrassing childhood archives.
"Oh, he's always been this dramatic," she laughed, mimicking a tiny voice. "'Maman! Football! Football! Football! Look at me!' It was all he ever thought about." Vivien had tried to hide his burning face in his hands, groaning, "Maman, please stop." You had laughed so hard your stomach ached.
Remembering all of this, made it significantly harder to maintain your current silent treatment, which was clearly driving him insane.
Because he was going nonstop with his pick up lines ever since you started and have been constantly trying to cling to you.
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He was currently sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor after a grueling training session, watching you pretend to read a book.
Earlier that day, he had begged you to buy éclairs on your way home. You had bought them, but as a punishment for a week of terrible pickup lines, you refused to hand them over.
They sat on your desk, an agonizing foot out of his reach.
"Ma chérie..." he pleaded.
Silence.
"Why won't you look at me?"
Nothing.
"Are you mad?"
You deliberately turned another page of your book. While he let out a long, dramatic sigh.
You felt a tiny prickle of guilt. Stalling for time, you pulled out your phone and quietly texted Julian Loki, Vivien's teammate. Vivien went on and on about how wonderful Loki was, how Loki would be number one, and how as number two, they would conquer the football world together.
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My bf football destiny guy ( Julian Loki )
Has Vivien been acting weird at practice?
Julian Loki : Wdym? Like does he start flirting?
Yesss, He won't shut up. It’s cute…but still…
Julian Loki : Yeah, he won't shut up about you. He even practiced his pickup lines on me.
Please help me and tell him to stop..
Julian Loki: Lol can't help you. I had to deal with him for an entire two weeks of him flirting with ME.
Julian Loki: Good luck with him, lol
You groaned internally. Out of pure pettiness, you fired back a well known meme picture of Julian wearing a fluffy, pink bunny hat while doing a ridiculous, forced aegyo-sal smile.
A few seconds later, Julian reacted to the photo with a prompt thumbs-down emoji.
Setting the phone face-down on the mattress, you noticed the room had gone completely quiet. Vivien had stopped pleading.
You glanced up and saw him staring blankly at the empty pages of his notebook for a moment before closing it with an exaggerated, heavy thud.
When that didn't make you stand up , he stood up and strolled over to your bookshelf. He began pulling books off the shelves one by one, carefully examining the spines. Finally, he lined up a selection of titles face-out on the ledge.
He held up the first one: Why.
The second: Are.
The third: You.
The fourth: Ignoring.
The last one: Me.
He gestured to the makeshift sentence, pointing at it with an arched brow. You blinked. He stood there, eagerly waiting for your reaction. Sighing, you stood up, walked over to the shelf, and grabbed a couple of heavy textbooks. You held them up in sequence: Leave. Me.
Vivien studied your response, chin in his hand. He scanned the remaining shelves, pulled down another novel, and covered a part of the title with his palm so only the first word showed: No.
Then, he rapidly grabbed four more books, stacking them all the way up to his chin: I. Miss. You. Please.
He lowered the stack just enough so you could see his eyes. He was pulling the most ridiculously pathetic, puppy-dog expression he could muster. Unfortunately, it was working.
You let out a long, defeated sigh. He peered over the top of the books.
"...Is it working?"
"..Maybe."
His eyes lit up instantly. "I knew it.”
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The tension finally broke. You dragged the box of slightly squished éclairs from the desk onto the bed, and the two of you lay down together, sharing the pastry as the afternoon light softened across the blankets.
Chewing thoughtfully, Vivien glanced over at you. "Ma chérie..."
You swallowed a bite of chocolate. "What now?"
"If beauty were a crime..."
You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact.
"...You'd be completely innocent."
You paused, your eyebrows knitting together in total confusion. "...What? Vivien, that’s an insult."
"No, think about it," he said, entirely deadpan. "Because you're too good and beautiful to ever commit a crime."
You stared at him, genuinely trying to follow the broken, convoluted logic of his brain. "...That makes zero sense, Vivien."
Despite the sheer stupidity of the line, a genuine laugh slipped past your lips.
"There it is.” he cheered, pointing a triumphant, pastry-covered finger at you.
"You are incredibly lucky you're cute," you grumbled, lightly swatting his arm.
He laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your waist, and tumbled backward onto the mattress, pulling you down with him.
"Vivien!"
"Mhm?" he murmured, completely unbothered by your protest. He shifted, resting his chin comfortably on top of your head and tightening his grip around your waist.
You buried your face against his shoulder, letting a real, genuine smile finally show. The two of you just stayed there, completely tangled together under the warm afternoon sunlight, quietly finishing the last of the chocolate treats.
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Another day, another psychological toll for Julian Loki, who had to endure Vivien’s endless ramblings on the pitch. Vivien walked around the locker room in a complete daze, a goofy, love-struck smile permanently plastered across his face.
"We hugged all day yesterday," Vivien announced to the room.
Julian, who was busy chugging water from his sports bottle, didn't look up. "That's good, Hugo," he muttered, using Vivien's last name while absentmindedly patting his teammate's back.
"No, Julian, you do not comprehend," Vivien said, sitting up abruptly and grabbing Julian firmly by both shoulders.
He looked completely unhinged by romance, his eyes wide with the dramatic gravity of his own emotions. "I love ma chérie so dearly, Julian. We are meant to be together, forever."
Julian sighed deeply and slowly pulled his shoulders away, wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel. He had heard variations of this exact speech every ten minutes since warm-ups had started.
Vivien Hugo was, without a single shred of doubt, the most pathetic, hopeless lover boy in all of France.
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⋆˚✿˖° scaring the shi out of the blue lock men : (yes it's only four but wtv we're on some sampler sushi shi ifyk what i mean)
Isagi yoichi
While on a date with Isagi, you thought it would be funny to reenact that one scene from Obsession you saw on your FYP to freak him out.
You bring up scary movies just to see how he'd react. When he tries to derail the conversation to something less horrifying, you shake your head slowly, standing up, "No, no, no, don't do that! I thought we were having a nice date!"
Isagi jolts, "Y?N, what—we are! Uh, please sit down."
You whine, making sure to make your voice wobble to sound eerily similar to Nikki, "Why does it matter? I thought we were having a nice day!"
Isagi looks more mortified at the possibility of doing something wrong than at the stares you're currently attracting.
When you get back in the car, you tell him it was all a joke, snickering. Meanwhile, he still looks pale white, "Oh man, I thought you were serious."
Never again.
sae itoshi
Sae wakes up at 3 am to go get a drink of water. However, he quickly screams when he catches sight of you standing in the far corner of the bed, watching him in the dark. He stammers, clearly caught off guard, "Wha—what are you doing?"
Your voice breaks as you wail, "I feel like you don't love me as much as I do."
He sits up, turning on the lamp, "What do you mean? I do love you—"
"Like it's not mutual!" You cry, playing the role scarily well, to the point that he thinks you're actually serious.
So much so, he pulls you into a hug, shuddering, "I do love you. Tell me, what have I done to make you think otherwise?"
You freeze, breaking out of character, "Sae, baby, I was joking. It's from a movie."
"It's from a...movie?" He's irritated for a bit, but you bat your eyelashes prettily, and he has no choice but to forgive you.
bachira meguru
To scare Bachira, you decide that once you're both tucked up in bed, you will scream as loudly as you can.
When you scream, his eyes snap open, "WHAT IS IT!? WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"
You blink excruciatingly slowly. "What are you talking about, Meguru?"
He gestures frantically with his hands, "You just—" then drops them. "It's probably the monster getting into my head."
"Yeah, sit your schizophrenic ass down and fall asleep."
You both go back to sleep.
"..."
"..."
"AHHHHHHH—"
chigiri hyoma
"You know that shampoo you love to use, Chigiri?" You poke your head into the bathroom, watching Chigiri brush his shiny red hair.
"Yeah, what about it?" He asks, currently hyperfixated on smoothing out all the non-existent knots in his fiery tresses.
"It's discontinued."
Chigiri slowly turns around, a look of horror spreading across his face. "Say you're joking."
"Wallahi."
"Oh, my GOD. What am I supposed to use now?" He starts hyperventilating, "That was literally the only shampoo that ever worked for my hair!"
Unfortunately for Chigiri, this wasn't a prank.
a/n: ngl I would be upset if my favorite shampoo were discontinued
the first two scenarios were inspired by the movie obsession. I haven't watched it, but I've seen clips on YouTube and used what i saw in those in this. plus i know the basic plot soo...
yeah fun
thinking about...
multiple x reader ; featuring: isagi, bachira, rin, kaiser ; info: mayhaps a little ooc ; can you tell i adore kaiser ; notes: i was in morocco and my computer broke so i wasn't active sorry 🤧 this is small but i'm trying to get myself back into writing again. ts kinda a flop ✶
thinking about isagi who analyzes your every word to the point where he overthinks most of what you say. it's not his fault though, he just wants to make sure he never misunderstands you. he's trying to be the best boyfriend after all.
thinking about bachira who's your biggest cheerleader. no matter what you do, whether you succeed or fail, he's always rooting for you and encourages you to be the best version of yourself.
thinking about rin who despite having trouble verbally expressing his love for you, remembers every detail about you and listens to everything you say. make an offhand comment on how cute a certain item looked and best believe you'd find it on your bed the next day.
thinking about kaiser who's an absolute shithead. he'd spoil you in riches one day just to emotionally abuse you the next, then slither his way into your good graces with a bit of begging on the side.
dividers by cursed-carmine
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Miya Osumu with a partner that can’t cook.
| Synopsis: you genuinely cannot cook for your own life and your boyfriend is Osamu Miya. the owner of Miya Onigiri and a certified D1 food addict, Osamu literally lives to eat. Then there is you. who can’t cook at all , but hey—at least you try!
| Notes: Gender Neutral Reader , Time-skip Osumu, I got this idea base on my experience when I was beginning to learn how to cook and my mom kept on crashing out…because I didn’t know how to properly cut the carrots..
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For the life of you, you had never been able to cook independently. Emphasis on independently.
You were taught to cook—it was a basic human life skill, after all…but those lessons always happened with your mom or dad.
Eventually, they would lose their patience, snap, and take over. They knew you meant well but you were genuinely horrible at the kitchen and because of that you never really grew out of it.
you never learned how to actually cook and make the food or measure ingredients properly on your own.
You tried learning by yourself—You kept pushing yourself to try harder, even your parents did but no matter what, you somehow always failed.
You just had bad luck…I guess?
But it didn’t stop you, especially after you started dating Osamu.
Yet, every single dish you made turned into a disaster. The savory meals somehow became sickeningly sweet, and other dishes turned out so salty they tasted like seawater.
It was infuriating.
Yes, you could fry food but whenever it got to chopping, seasoning and cooking you’d fail.
You followed every recipe line by line and tried your absolute best. Still, every lunch or dinner ended in total failure, with you throwing the ruined food into the trash.
Which pained you to waste food and your hard work.
Out of options, you just resorted to ordering takeout or buying pre-made convenience store meals, replating them, and confidently claiming you cooked them yourself.
It sucked admitting that. Dating Osamu made the guilt ten times worse. You had lied straight to his face once, confidently laughing and bragging that you knew how to cook during one of your dates when you started going out—when you absolutely didn't.
You’d genuinely did not want to fumble this man at all, if you did you would be mourning and grieving.
So you panicked when he asked you that question—leading you to tell him a little white lie…to save your own dignity.
it was selfish but you didn’t want him to know how incompetent you were, especially since he owned HIS own restaurant and he told you he liked eating.
You were sweating balls and really really wanted him badly , and you bagged that.
You have no idea how you kept this up and him not finding out, but you were glad. After all—you just wanted to see was his happy face when he was eating!
Now, you had to face the consequences of that lie you told him when you first started dating . Because you can’t keep it up anymore.
Your chest tightened with a heavy mix of guilt and utter embarrassment. You were dating Osamu Miya—the person who could swallow an entire tray of onigiri in one single go and ran a highly successful food business
“Osamu,” you blurted out, taking a deep breath. You looked him dead in the eye. “I have somethin’ to tell you.”
He paused, a single gray eyebrow twitching upward. “You look like you're confessin' to a crime. Did ya eat the leftover spicy tuna onigiri in the fridge?”
“No! Not at all—it's just...” You threw your hands up in defeat, lowering your gaze to the floor. “I can’t cook. At all—I lied when I said I made that bento last month. I bought it, Samumu.”
The room went dead silent. You braced yourself for the heartbreak. Most boyfriends would go crazy or mock their partners for not knowing how to cook a basic meal.
You genuinely feared an immediate breakup.
Osamu stared at you for three long, agonizing seconds. Then, his shoulders dropped, and a soft, breathless chuckle escaped his lips.
“Babe,” Osamu said, his voice dripping with fond amusement. “I know.”
Your jaw dropped. “What? How?”
“I've seen ya try to cut carrots before,” he said, stepping closer and gently taking your hands in his warm, calloused palms.
“You were heavily strugglin' just to chop 'em. I had to step in before ya took off a whole finger.”
“I didn't say anythin' at the time because I didn't wanna crush your spirit. So yeah, I knew.”
“Why didn’t you point it out!” you whined, burying your burning face in his chest. His chest rumbled as he laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your waist.
“Didn’t want to make ya feel bad,” he murmured, nudging your chin up until you were looking at him again.
His grey eyes were soft, completely devoid of any judgment from your incompetence and long time secret. “You don't need to cook. That’s my job—I live to eat, and I cook to fill my appetite—and yours.” He then gave you a reassuring pat. “Besides, you try really hard. I’ve seen the food you tried makin' before ya threw it away, so I know ya still try.”
Your eyes widened against his chest, the warmth of his embrace suddenly feeling a little too exposing.
You pushed back just an inch, looking up at him with a mix of horror and utter confusion.
“You... you saw that?” you whispered, while your throat was tight.
The image of your shared apartment kitchen trash can—filled with charred chicken and ruined dishes—flashed through your mind.
You had spent hours weeping over those recipes, meticulously measuring things out, only for the food to betray you the moment you tasted it.
Osamu gave a soft, sympathetic sigh, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from your cheek.
“Yeah, I saw,” he admitted gently. “A few times, actually…”
He then laughed.
“Walked in to surprise ya after work and saw ya dumpin’ a whole tray of croquettes into the bin and throwing that curry you made—You looked so miserable, babe.“
“It did!” you wailed, the frustration finally bubbling over as you gripped the fabric of his apron.
“Osamu, I swear I followed the recipes! I used the spoons! But it always turns out too salty, or the savory food tastes like dessert, and I just—I can’t do it”
You lowered your head, your voice dropping to a shameful whisper. “And then I lied to you. You are an amazing boyfriend, plus you like to eat a lot, and everyone loves your food. I wanted so badly to be able to make something good for you. I felt like such a failure of a partner.”
“Hey, look at me,” he said, his grip tightening to pull you firmly back against him. “I knew why ya did it. You wanted to make me happy. Though, I gotta admit, I was wonderin' how you magically mastered the exact curry of the convenience store down the street.”
“Shut up,” you groaned, your face burning as you swatted his chest.
“I'm serious,” he smiled, tilting your face up again so you could see the absolute sincerity in his eyes. “If you want to learn, you’ve got me.”
He booped your forehead and a playful smirk returned to his face. “Besides, I can’t have you throwin' away perfectly good ingredients. It breaks my heart to see food go to waste. So, from now on, we cook together. Deal?”
You stared at him, still a little worried. “Even if I keep making mistakes and you lose your mind?”
Osamu chuckled, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “Then I’ll just have to adjust to your pace, won't I? We'll start slow.”
After that, he did lose his mind a bit—but he quickly calmed himself down. This was just another way to look at your relationship, you know?
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࣭ ࣪ 💭 ̼ ۟ ࣪ ꔫ ۟ ࣭ isagi, kunigami (pre-wildcard) and bachira's sunshine partner
After a grueling match, you would be the breath of fresh air waiting in the stands to embrace your partner. You're also the type of girl who makes signs and screams at the top of your lungs during their games to show your support.
"GET THEIR ASS, YOICHI!"
"FUCK THEM UP, MEGURU!"
"YOU GOT THIS, RENSUKE!"
You didn't care if you got weird looks from other people in the crowd or if someone shot you a dirty look; you were determined to let your partner know you were their biggest fan.
As Isagi's partner, you're his outgoing counterpart. Always finding a way to make him laugh and smiling a ton when you're around him. And in those moments that he managed to make you laugh, you would laugh with your full chest. Sometimes you would be left breathless and still giggling.
As Bachira's partner, you would be his partner in crime. The golden retriever to his... um, golden retriever. You were the smiley, carefree couple that the media adored. Even when Bachira would start going on about his monster, you would first listen, then hit him with 'Are you sure this isn't a symptom of schizophrenia or something?' while suppressing your giggles.
As Kunigami's partner, he would be the calm one to your cheerfulness. Always making sure you didn't go too far with your antics. But that didn't mean he was any less silly. He was quite easygoing and loved hearing your (dumb) jokes. Being the honorable, passionate, and reliable boyfriend he was, he'd always be the first one to remind you if you'd forgotten something or buy you your favorite snacks when they ran out. How sweet.
࣭ ࣪ 💭 ̼ ۟ ࣪ ꔫ ۟ ࣭ kaiser and sae's cunty partner
You're known for your no-nonsense, luxurious, and dark femme lifestyle. You're confident, gorgeous, and most of all; fashionable. You're the type of girlfriend to show up to their games wearing all black but wearing the proudest grin on your face.
As Kaiser's partner, you would be his gem. The one person who could turn the ruthless emperor on the field into a lovesick, sappy man. He'd murmur German endearments as he slung an arm around your waist while the media lost their mind. Kaiser's always loved beautiful, confident women. And you were just that.
As Sae's partner, you would be the one person in his life who didn't manage to piss him off (affectionate). Whether he was grumbling about how 'useless' and 'lukewarm' the rest of the U-20 were, or muttering about his dream of becoming the best midfielder in the world, you were always there to let him lay his head on your lap as he ranted about his day. He could be as honest as he wanted around you without judgement. He liked that.
࣭ ࣪ 💭 ̼ ۟ ࣪ ꔫ ۟ ࣭ reo and chigiri's chic partner
Whether you're a model, rich nepo baby, a socialite or a broke girlie pretending to be rich, the internet loves you and the effortless calm you embody.
You spent your days shopping, flying from country to country, and attending your boyfriend's matches in between. Paparazzi would flock to catch pictures of you walking out of your favorite coffee place or just on your morning run. Which is kinda annoying now that I think about it.
As Reo's partner, he wouldn't let you spend a penny of your money. Despite (probably) having a lot of your own money to spend, he insists you use his card for everything. If you text him "do u like this dress? <3", he'll reply with "ITS GORGEOUS but add more diamonds bby I can afford it." By the way, if you don't want the diamonds, you can just give them to me.
As Chigiri's partner, you both have a glam-off every day. If Chigiri's getting praised for his looks on the pitch, you're getting praised for your looks in an endorsement. If the internet is fawning over Chigiri's hair, your hairstyle goes viral the next day. You're both the... epitome of glam. Aryu approves.
࣭ ࣪ 💭 ̼ ۟ ࣪ ꔫ ۟ ࣭ nagi and rin's weird partner
You're just a silly girl. Doing silly things in her silly room. You might not have a Porsche or a trust fund, but you're full of whimsy and joy and THAT. IS. OK!!! You're a broke baddie on a budget anyway. You'll send funny memes you see online and secretly have a fan page where you post edits and fangirlish posts of your partner. Plus, your sense of humor? Unmatched. (Yeah, yeah, self-glaze but wtv).
As Nagi's partner, you both would like to play video games together in your free time, and you'd let him complain about how much of a hassle it was to be famous. In exchange, you'll sit down in front of him, explain how 67 is connected to Icarus and Daedalus for a full hour, and he'll reply with 'oh. That's cool. Then when you show him the edits online of him and Reo, he'll again say 'oh. That's cool." Is that your only emote, bruv?
As Rin's partner, you get to have a lot of fun ragebaiting him. Whether you're spamming images of him in flow state with the caption 'who are you trying to show off the tongue for? whore' or sending him edits of him and Isagi ("WHAT IS THIS?" "The music's nice, Rinnie!"), You're always pissing him off. But it works in your favor cause you know he loves your energy, even if it's irritated. At the end of the day, he doesn't need to pretend to be Sae Itoshi's little brother with you. He's just Rin.
࣭ ࣪ 💭 ̼ ۟ ࣪ ꔫ ۟ ࣭ shidou's cool partner
If someone asked Shidou how to describe his partner, he would first say "that ass is out of this world" like the little freak he is then add, "she matches my freak"
You like buying clothes that make you feel hot and empowered, listening to songs that make you bop your head (crazy by LESSERAFIM, gnarly by KATSEYE) and you absolutely take the best photos. You've definitely encouraged Shidou to dye his hair. Also, you may or may not be the person hiding his hair gel every morning just to see him with his hair down.
You also have to tolerate seeing your partner flirt with Sae Itoshi on international TV.
a/n: oh no the narrator is sentient
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also i forgot to mention that i absolutely do NOT read over most of my works 😭
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