⌗﹒JUNII’s ⸝⸝

✧˖*sae itoshi

he was ready to leave for practice, bag slung over his shoulder. you walked him to the door hold his water bottle. before he left he looked at you with a soft and loving gaze and leaned in to kiss you. but at the last minute, you swerved, feigning concern about his shoelaces. when he ties them, he leaned in again and you dodged it once again by saying you left the oven on. he was genuinely confused under that blank expression.

“did I do something?”

“oh, no. why?”

his brows furrowed while he watched you left for the kitchen. he followed you, hovering at the entrance of the kitchen and he announced “I’m leaving now”

“okay good luck at practice” you walk up to him. he was expecting a kiss. But you gave him a hug and skipped away. he left anyway. upset and confused. and with no goodbye kiss

“sae-chan is distracted today what happened?” shidou questioned as he inched closer to sae.

sae, inching away from him, “mind your own business you horny demon”

his jaw was tight. the events of the morning plagued him so much. he started questioning everything: had he done something wrong? did he upset you somehow? did he forget something important? is she pranking me?

whatever the reason was, it subtly tormented him for the rest of practice. and shidou was right—he was distracted..

by the end of practice, he was a mess. he replayed every interaction you had with him in the morning, over analyzing every action, word and moment.

when he got home, he sought you out immediately. found you laying on the couch, on your phone completely unaware of the emotional torment you had put him through. he walked up to you, gently grabbing your chin to face him.

“did I upset you in some way?”

“no you didn’t”

he searched your expression for a lie but found none. “okay” he let out a soft sigh and his shoulders relaxed.

still holding your chin, he tilted his head and gave you a slow, passionate kiss.

✧˖*julien loki

the moment you dodged his kiss at the last second, he paused. his eyes narrowed and a smug smirk formed. “interesting” he teased “is that how it is now?” Before you could react he walked away.

he made you play the long game and good god did he make you feel every second of it. he constantly and relentlessly teased you.

he deliberately spoke near you, tempting you and when you tried to kiss him he pulled away. and he wasn’t subtle about it either. he would straight up seduce you, his lips grazing yours, but when you try to close the gap he dodged, pulled away or straight up blocked you.

it became a game of who would cave in first and it was clear that it wouldn’t be him.

“oh cmon it was a joke give me a break”

“hmm no. youll crack before I do.”

it has been three days, and he still hasn’t kissed you. you marched into the kitchen and cornered him. “im tired of this” you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. But he swerved. You let out an exhausted sigh. “okay fine you win” you said, head held down, under your breath.

a smug smile formed and he tilted his head to see your expression. “whats that?”

“I said you win. happy now?” you snapped and stomped away in defeat. he gently grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back

“no need to be so snappy, mon amour” he slid his arm around your waist, his face inches from you with a childish grin. “you were the one who started this” he began kissing you slowly and deliberately from the neck going up, to your jaw, then your cheek. his thumb was teasingly tracing the pattern of your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you. you leaned in and he pulled back, with that sly grin.

you huffed and pushed him away, but he cupped your face and leaned in, finally kissing you, slow and deep like he was trying to compensate for the last three days. you felt him smiling against your lips at your defeat.

✧˖*michael kaiser

michael did not take it lightly. You were in the kitchen completely absorbed in whatever you’re doing. he came up behind wrapping his arm around you and turned you around. he began to kiss you slowly from your neck, then your jawline, then cheek. when he reached your lips, he leaned in but you swerved. “what?” “hm?” “why did you dodge my kiss?” “I didn’t?”

he tried again and leaned in but you dodged it again and ducked out of his embrace.

“big mistake, liebe” he yelled lunging at you.

you scurried out of the kitchen, your laughter echoing in the corridor

“you think this is funny?”

your home was a battlefield. he chased after you. you were doing the most: jumping over sofas, crawling under tables, running into the kitchen and circling the island a couple of times.

when you ran into the bedroom you were at a dead end. he cornered you in the bedroom and pinning you down onto the bed. you were still laughing.

“game over, I win” he said, chest heaving. “and now im going to take my prize”

“no fair you cheated” you protested, still breathless from the running and the laughter.

“schatzi, you don’t know?” he purred, his lips hovering over yours. “I always get what I want."

he claims the kiss he’d been chasing you for. it was a deep and possessive kiss, stealing your breathe once again.

he pulled back with a smug grin, he traced your lips and kissed you again, softer and needier. he whispered between the kiss “never again, Schatz.”

✧˖*reo mikage

reo was genuinely offended. he went through the five stages of grief.

first, denial. he was in utter disbelief and couldn't fathom what was happening. noone's ever withheld affection from him before. especially not you. then anger. not at you, but at himself. he started replaying every interaction and revised every date, wondering what he'd done wrong or forgot an important date.

then he started bargaining: what if she forgot? what if I'm reading into it too much? what if she is pranking me?

then depression: he mopped around the whole day, his head down and did not want to do anything.

but he didn’t go through the acceptance stage. he refused to.

it became a mission to win you over. he bought you the most expensive flowers and showered you with gifts, as an apology for something he didn’t know he did wrong.

“reo enough!!” you yelled

“no. are you still mad at me?”

“I was never mad at you?”

“you didn’t kiss me”

“oh my gosh, I cant joke around with you”

reo paused. “IT WAS A JOKE!!?? WHY WOULD YOU PREY ON AN INNOCENT MAN LIKE THAT”

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D TAKE IT THIS FAR”

there was a moment of awkward silence after the yelling match. reo began to pout. you sighed and pulled him in by the collar and kissed him. it was brief and sweet. “happy now?”

“no” he pulled you in by your waist and kissed you, like he was compensating for lost time. he pulled back, his lips still lingering on yours. “don’t joke around like that” he placed a kiss on your cheek, hovering over your ear. “just don’t stop kissing me.

✧˖*seishiro nagi

you didn’t kiss him good morning, but he did not think much of it. you probably forgot. so he didn’t make much of fuss. but when you left for errands without a goodbye kiss, he became a bit confused. when you came back and didn’t kiss him, he noticed the pattern and he did not like it..

nagi didn’t think much about anything. but this? he started to think too much into it. were you fed up with his laziness? you always initiated kisses. it never seemed to bother you much. but now that you’re not giving him any attention at all, and it sent him into a spiral.

you noticed it immediately. he hadn’t touched his gaming gear for the whole day and he followed you around like a lost kitten.

“are you okay, sei?” you asked.

“yea” he said,but he his eyes were desperate.

he clung to you like a baby koala. sitting so close to you or resting his chin on your shoulder while you're doing dishes or waiting for you outside the bathroom door. he wanted you to address the situation, to notice his despair.

finally he was fed up. He cupped your face, murmuring “why are you not kissing me? are you mad at me?”

he didn’t give you a chance to answer. he softly squeezed your face making your lips pucker up and gave you a clumsy kiss.

when he pulled back he looked at you with a soft, relieved expression. “don’t do that again. it felt so wrong”

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Before either of you could continue walking, a wave of hushed squeals erupted a few feet away.

"Oh my gosh—that's Vivian Hugo!"

"He's even taller in person!"

"And he's so much more handsome than on TV..."

The group huddled together, practically vibrating with excitement as they debated who would approach him first. And after a brief round of panicked whispering, one of the girls finally stepped forward, her friends hiding behind her as moral support.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hugo?" she asked, trying not to stumble over her words. "We're really huge fans! We watched all of your matches, and... um... would it be alright if we got a picture with you?"

Hugo nodded once.

"Of course."

The girls immediately erupted into delighted squeals.

"I told you he'd say yes!"

"Oh my gosh, look at him..."

One of the girls clasped her hands together before blurting out, "This is so embarrassing to ask, but... do you happen to have a girlfriend?"

Her friends immediately gasped.

"Oh my god!"

"I'm so sorry—we tried to stop her!"

"I just had to know! He's ridiculously handsome!"

Before Hugo could answer, you slipped in beside him wearing a look that was clearly meant to be intimidating. To Hugo, however, it looked more like a cat proudly guarding its favorite sunspot.

"Sorry, everyone." You gestured toward him with your free hand. "This absurdly tall guy with an unhealthy addiction to éclairs is already spoken for."

You smiled brightly.

"By yours truly."

The girls stared for a beat.

"...Oh."

"Oh my gosh."

"Wait, that's actually so cute."

One of them laughed sheepishly, nudging her friend.

"Girls, let's give them some space."

"Yeah, we already got our picture. Let's not interrupt their date."

"Sorry for bothering you two!"

With a chorus of embarrassed giggles and quick apologies, they waved goodbye before disappearing down the street.

Hugo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Oh là là... Do you have any idea what you looked like just now? You marched over, wrapped yourself around my arm, and looked at them like a cat proudly marking its territory."

You looked at him as though he'd just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable. "I was not marking my territory!”

"You looked incredibly pleased with yourself though. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were silently celebrating because you'd scared off the competition."

"...Well," you admitted after a brief pause, "they did leave. I'd call that a successful operation."

He studied your face for another second before quietly chuckling.

"...Come here."

Before you could ask why, both of his hands found your cheeks.

"V-Vivi! What are you doing?"

"I've been trying not to do this ever since you called me your absurdly tall sweet tooth."

"You can't just squish my cheeks because I embarrassed myself!"

"I'm doing it because you were adorable." Hugo said softly, finally letting go. "I just think you're unbearably cute whenever you get possessive over me."

You rubbed your warm cheeks, refusing to meet his eyes.

"...I'm never doing that again."

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

"I sincerely hope that's not true."

˚₊‧꒰ა SAE ITOSHI

The little bell above the teahouse door chimed as Sae stepped inside, his gaze briefly sweeping across the familiar wooden interior. For the first time in years...Nothing had changed.

The elderly shop owner looked up from behind the counter before her eyes widened in recognition.

"...Sae-chan?"

Sae gave a small nod.

"It's been a while."

"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, hurrying around the counter with a bright smile. "Look at you! You used to come in here with your little brother after practice, and now you're all over television." She clasped her hands together, looking him over proudly. "You've grown into such a fine young man."

"I've gotten taller."

"You certainly have." She laughed before suddenly narrowing her eyes. "Now, tell me... are you married yet?"

"...No."

"Engaged?"

"No."

"A girlfriend, then?"

Sae sighed almost imperceptibly.

"...Why does every visit home turn into this conversation?"

"Because you're handsome!" she replied as though the answer were obvious. "If you don't have anyone, I know a lovely young lady whose mother comes here every Thursday. She's sweet, polite, and she's been asking if I'd ever met that football player from Kamakura—"

Before she could finish, you quietly stepped beside Sae, slipping your hand into his before intertwining your fingers.

You offered the shop owner a warm smile.

"I'm afraid your matchmaking services won't be needed today."

The elderly woman blinked.

"Oh?"

You glanced up at Sae before smiling just a little wider.

"This hometown celebrity has already been claimed."

The shop owner gasped, both hands flying to her cheeks.

"Oh! So that's why you came back looking so much happier!"

The shop owner disappeared into the kitchen with a cheerful hum, leaving the two of you by the counter.

A moment later, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

"...Sae?"

He rested his chin lightly atop your head, his voice as calm as ever.

"Thank you. I was starting to think I'd have to sit through another round of matchmaking proposals."

You let out a soft laugh, relaxing against him.

"So that's why you let me interrupt? I was wondering why you looked so unbothered while I practically claimed you in front of her."

"I was hoping you'd do exactly that," he admitted without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "It's considerably more effective than rejecting every recommendation she has."

You tilted your head just enough to look back at him.

"So I'm your official anti-matchmaking strategy now?"

"The only one I need," Sae replied. "Besides... you looked rather cute getting possessive over me."

Your face immediately warmed.

"...Don't get used to it."

˚₊‧꒰ა MICHAEL KAISER

The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as you wandered past rows of freshly baked pastries, the warm scent of butter and sugar filling the air.

"I still can't believe this place is open," you murmured, eyeing the display case. "You talked about these rusks so much I was convinced they only existed in your memories."

Kaiser slipped his hands into his coat pockets, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

"I have excellent taste, Liebling. Some things simply survive the test of time."

Just then, one of the bakery employees approached carrying a tray of neatly cut sample pieces.

"Good afternoon!" she greeted warmly before her eyes landed on Kaiser. There was a brief pause.

"...Oh."

Recognition flickered across her face.

"You're Michael Kaiser, aren't you?"

"The one and only."

Her smile widened almost instantly.

"I knew it! Welcome back!" She laughed nervously before holding the tray toward him. "We're handing out samples of our new honey rusks today. Please, have one—it's on the house."

You waited beside him, expecting the employee to extend the tray your way after offering Kaiser a sample.

She didn't.

Instead, she lingered in front of him with an eager smile, her entire attention fixed on the famous footballer standing before her.

"I really hope you like it," she said. "It's one of our newest recipes, and we've been recommending it to everyone today."

You glanced from the tray to her, then back again.

...I guess I'm invisible.

The faint pout that settled on your face didn't escape Kaiser.

His eyes flickered toward you for the briefest moment before a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He plucked a honey rusk from the tray, turned toward you without the slightest hesitation, and held it just beneath your lips.

"Open, Schatz."

You looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard.

"...You're feeding me?"

"I don't see anyone else I'd rather share it with."

Your cheeks warmed instantly. Aware of the employee still standing there, you hesitated for only a second before leaning in to take a bite. Kaiser watched with quiet satisfaction, then popped the remaining half into his own mouth as if the gesture required no explanation at all.

The employee blinked several times before an embarrassed laugh slipped past her lips.

"Oh... I'm so sorry." She pressed a hand to her forehead, mortified. "I completely misunderstood. I thought you were here alone—I didn't realize you two were together."

"It's alright," you replied with a reassuring smile as your hand naturally found Kaiser's forearm. "Don't take it personally. He has a habit of collecting attention wherever he goes."

The employee disappeared behind the counter with another apologetic smile, leaving the two of you alone beside the shelves lined with warm loaves and pastries.

No sooner had she walked away than Kaiser's arm found its way around your waist, drawing you effortlessly against his side. His shoulders gave the slightest shake as a quiet laugh escaped him.

"So..." He glanced down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Were you genuinely jealous over a complimentary bakery sample, Liebling?"

You looked up at him with an offended gasp. "I wasn't jealous. I was simply wondering why I was standing there like decorative furniture while you were being treated to free food."

"Oh?" He arched a brow, the corners of his lips lifting. "Then why did you cling to my arm the second she realized we were together?"

"Because she looked embarrassed," you defended, trying your best to sound convincing. "I was helping her recover from the awkwardness."

"How noble of you." His thumb absentmindedly traced small circles against your waist. "And here I was thinking you were reminding everyone that I'm your boyfriend."

"You already know you're my boyfriend. Everyone else was just... receiving the same information."

A satisfied grin spread across his face as he leaned down to press a quick kiss against your temple.

"My beautiful, sweet Liebling..." His blue eyes met yours, sparkling with unmistakable amusement. "Getting jealous over a complimentary bakery sample... I do hope you realize you've just made my day."

˚₊‧꒰ა JULIEN LOKI

The morning air carried just enough of a chill to make jogging pleasant. Beside you, Julien matched your pace with effortless ease, his breathing so steady it was almost insulting.

"You know," you said between breaths, "I refuse to believe you're actually running."

He glanced over with a faint smile. "I am."

"You passed three cyclists in the last five minutes."

"They were going rather slowly."

"They were on bicycles, Julien."

"They'll recover."

You laughed, giving his arm a light bump as the two of you rounded the next corner.

Just then, a young woman stepped out of a nearby café with a cardboard tray balancing two coffees in one hand and a paper bag of pastries tucked beneath the other. She looked up at the same moment Julien noticed her, both of them reacting a fraction too late.

"Oh!"

Before the drinks could topple, Julien was already moving. He caught the sliding coffee with one hand, steadied the paper bag with the other, and instinctively reached for the woman's arm to keep her from stumbling.

"I'm terribly sorry," he said at once, releasing her as soon as she regained her footing. "Are you alright?"

The woman blinked up at him, still trying to process what had happened.

"...Julien Loki?"

A small chorus of delighted gasps came from the nearby bench.

The elderly ladies who had been chatting moments ago were now watching the scene unfold with unconcealed interest.

"Oh, look at that..."

"He caught her before she fell."

"Mon Dieu, it's just like one of those romance dramas."

The poor girl's face turned scarlet.

You could practically see the imaginary opening credits rolling.

Absolutely not.

Suppressing a laugh, you walked over and slipped comfortably beside Julien, your hand finding his forearm as naturally as if it belonged there.

"I'm so sorry about that," you said with an apologetic smile. "My boyfriend has this unfortunate habit of forgetting that normal people can't react as quickly as he can. He was only trying to save your coffee."

The woman looked from your hand resting on Julien's arm to his face before letting out an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh! I... I'm sorry. I completely misunderstood."

"No harm done," you assured her. "I'm just glad nothing spilled."

One of the grandmothers smiled knowingly.

"So that's the girlfriend."

"I was wondering when she'd make her entrance."

After another round of apologies and relieved laughter, the woman excused herself, leaving the two of you to continue your jog as though nothing had happened.

You barely made it half a block.

"Eh bien..." Julien's voice was soft with amusement. "You were very quick to clarify that I was your boyfriend."

You kept your eyes ahead, pretending the conversation didn't interest you.

"I was preventing a misunderstanding."

"Were you?" He glanced at you, a knowing smile forming. "Because you repeated it with such confidence, darling. Almost as if you wanted to make certain everyone heard."

"They were already deciding who you should marry."

Julien let out a quiet laugh, his fingers slipping between yours as you walked. "So you saved me from a future arranged by strangers?"

"Exactly."

"How fortunate I am, then." His smile grew. "Saved from an imaginary marriage by my very devoted girlfriend. I should probably thank you, non?"

As if on cue, he brought your joined hands closer, pressing a small, affectionate squeeze as the two of you continued along the path.

˚₊‧꒰ა BUNNY IGLESIAS

The cameras were still flashing when Bunny Iglesias stepped out of the stadium corridor, his lavender hair slightly messy from the match and his expression as calm as ever.

A few reporters gathered around him almost immediately.

It wasn't unusual. Bunny had become someone everyone wanted a piece of—the young Spanish forward who had taken the football world by storm, the New Generation World XI player everyone expected to become one of the faces of the sport.

But tonight, they weren't asking about his goals. They were asking about her.

"So, Bunny, there has been a lot of discussion online recently regarding the rumors about you and Valeria Cruz," one reporter said, raising his microphone. "Many fans believe the two of you are more than friends. Would you like to address those rumors?"

Bunny blinked once.

"Valeria Cruz?"

The reporter nodded. "Yes. The photos of you together have caused quite a reaction. People are saying she might be the person you're dating."

For a moment, Bunny simply stared. Then a small, almost amused smile appeared.

"People seem to be very good at creating stories."

The reporters laughed softly.

"So you're saying there is nothing between you?"

"I am saying that people often see two people standing near each other and decide they already know the entire story."

"And what is the real story?"

Bunny looked thoughtful, his fingers adjusting the sleeve of his jacket.

"The real story is that I played a football match today, and I am more interested in discussing that."

A few reporters smiled, but they clearly weren't ready to let the topic go.

"But you understand why fans are curious. You're one of Spain's biggest young stars. Everyone wants to know about your personal life."

"I understand," Bunny replied calmly. "But curiosity does not always mean people are correct."

Before another question could be asked, Bunny noticed you making your way through the crowd toward him, your expression calm but familiar enough for him to recognize your quiet determination.

You didn't interrupt the interview or draw attention to yourself; you simply reached him, took hold of his arm, and gently guided him away from the reporters. The sudden movement left the media team staring as the cameras quickly followed the two of you.

Bunny allowed himself to be pulled along without protest, a small smile forming as he looked down at you.

"I believe they have their answer now."

You looked back toward the reporters and the cameras, finally realizing the conclusion everyone had reached. The rumors, the speculation, the endless guesses about Bunny's supposed girlfriend—it was no longer a mystery.

Bunny, however, seemed far more entertained than bothered. He glanced at you as the two of you continued walking away from the crowd.

"You know, cariño, I think that was the fastest way anyone has ever ended one of my interviews."

"I didn't want to wait until they finished making assumptions."

A quiet laugh escaped him. "Ah, so that was the plan? Walk in, steal me away, and let everyone figure it out themselves?"

"It seemed easier."

Bunny nodded thoughtfully, a small smile appearing. "I have to admit, mi amor, I respect the confidence. Walking into a crowd of reporters like that was bold."

"You think I was brave?"

"Very." He looked amused. "I spend my life in front of cameras, and even I don't enjoy that many people staring at me."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you looked completely serious while doing it." His smile widened slightly. "It was cute."

He stopped walking for a moment, gently taking your hand in his before lowering himself slightly until he was at your eye level. The teasing expression on his face faded into something warmer as he looked at you.

Then he turned your hand over and pressed a quiet kiss against your palm, holding it there for a brief moment.

"Qué suerte la mía, cariño."