regulus black x isabella fawley (reader, oc fem, whatever).
summary: a slytherin and a ravenclaw forced to marry and start a family to preserve pure blood, but who decide to love each other and choose each other until the end of their days.
Warnings: arranged marriage!, sex!, regulus being a proud purist, death eater and idiot, sexism, discrimination based on blood, english is not my first language, and I don't know what else.
From the moment her father, George Fawley, expressly asked her to return home for the Christmas holidays of 1978 because they were to spend the festivities with the Black family, Isabella should have suspected that something was wrong.
She should have thrown herself off the moving train.
Why would they spend Christmas with the Blacks? She knew her father maintained a cordial relationship with Orion, but she did not believe they were close enough to share such an intimate occasion.
Nothing made sense. And yet, there she was: seated at the long table of the Black family, wrapped in a burgundy satin gown whose crossed neckline left her shoulders bare and delicately traced the curve of her collarbone.
To her left sat her father. His smile was pleasant, but forced; Isabella knew those expressions far too well. As he conversed with Orion Black — seated at the head of the table — he kept his posture upright and rigid, a tension barely perceptible to anyone who did not know how to observe carefully. But she saw it.
To her right was her mother, Collette, with her usual pale and weary countenance. Illness had robbed her even of the energy to pretend. Walburga Black, seated opposite her, spoke with restrained enthusiasm; Collette, in contrast, merely nodded in silence, as though every gesture required measured effort.
Across from Isabella sat Regulus Black. His black curls, strategically disheveled, contrasted with the impeccable neatness of his dark suit. His gray eyes were fixed on his father, and the faint curve of his smile formed that distant yet unsettlingly attractive expression so typical of the Blacks. Unlike Mr. Fawley, he seemed genuinely interested in every word Orion uttered.
Isabella’s gaze drifted to the other end of the table, where a chair remained empty at the opposite head. She knew at once that it would have been the seat of the eldest brother, Sirius Black, had he not run away months before.
She could not help but think that, with him present, the evening would have been considerably less unbearable.
— You will excuse us. George and I must discuss an important matter.
Both patriarchs rose almost simultaneously and made their way to a more private space: Orion’s office.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in Isabella’s chest. It intensified when she noticed the complicit smile Walburga shared with her husband before he disappeared down the corridor, and the way her mother lowered her gaze in resignation.
Then it happened.
Her eyes met Regulus’s. The young Black winked at her with deliberate calm, as though he relished her confusion.
And in that instant, Isabella understood: everyone knew something she did not... and something told her it was not good.
Fawley regarded him attentively; in one way or another, he had already guessed what that “small inconvenience” was.
— Walburga and I are more than satisfied with the engagement between Regulus and Isabella — Orion said as he poured a measure of whisky into George’s glass — but there is a small inconvenience I would like to discuss with you so that you may resolve it.
— Our niece Narcissa has informed us that, at Hogwarts, Isabella does not associate with people of our standing. In fact, she has told us that she keeps company with Muggle-borns — Orion watched him over the rim of his glass, expectant —. You understand, George, that Regulus is a highly sought-after young man: pure-blood, member of one of the most ancient and noble families. His friendships are exclusively with those of his own rank.
Mr. Fawley could not help but roll his eyes inwardly.
— I understand, Orion. But I can assure you these are nothing more than rumors or misunderstandings. Isabella is perfectly aware of the values with which she has been raised. Perhaps Narcissa mistook a simple act of courtesy for friendship.
George took a drag from his cigarette before adding the following, aware that his words might jeopardize the engagement, yet determined to temper a Black’s pride:
— Isabella is not like your eldest son, Sirius, who, if I recall correctly, abandoned this home and is now said to be living with the Potters, known traitors.
Orion’s jaw tightened.
— What guarantees me that Regulus does not secretly follow the same beliefs as his brother? That he will not endanger my Isabella? We both know a war is approaching, and I doubt traitors will fare well.
George allowed himself a measured smile as he noticed Orion shifting uncomfortably at the mention of his firstborn.
— The matter of Sirius is still too recent for us — Orion said in a restrained voice —. I would appreciate it if you did not mention him in front of Walburga.
George sensed in his tone something more than irritation: an open wound, poorly concealed beneath pride. And he chose to press, subtly.
— I understand, Orion. Sometimes our children slip through our fingers, and bad influences lead them astray from the proper path. That is why Collette and I wish to support you at this time. And what better way than a wedding between two great families to leave this… misfortune behind.
Orion held his gaze for several seconds before nodding, visibly satisfied by those words that restored — at least in appearance — the balance.
— I agree.
He took the whisky bottle and poured again into both glasses, this time with a more decisive gesture.
— Let us drink to the union of our children… and to the heirs who will come.
George raised his glass with a perfectly rehearsed smile. As he felt the bitter liquid slide down his throat, he also felt guilt settling heavily in his stomach.
Regulus, for his part, had excused himself from the table, claiming he was going to the bathroom. For several minutes, Isabella suppressed the urge to follow him and demand an explanation… until she could no longer resist.
Isabella felt the minutes spent within that office stretch into hours. She remained silent whilst Walburga and Collette continued discussing matters that did not merit her attention.
She rose, claiming she needed some air, and despite her mother’s silent look — a mute plea not to leave her alone with Walburga — she made her way into the corridor.
As she passed the bathroom, she confirmed he was not there. She frowned slightly, but continued on.
She eventually reached a spacious drawing room where an enormous tapestry covered the main wall, depicting what appeared to be the Black family tree. By the window, a cigarette held between his fingers and his gaze fixed upon the darkness outside, stood Regulus.
Isabella stopped a few steps away from him, saying nothing.
She had never spoken to Regulus before. She knew him as all of Hogwarts did: an outspoken purist, popular with the girls, intelligent, a member of the Quidditch team, part of Barty Crouch Jr.’s circle along with Evan Rosier and other Slytherins of questionable reputation. Not to mention, of course, his family… and his infamous brother, Sirius.
Isabella, though she belonged to one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families, did not share those purist ideals. Nor did her parents truly; it was all a carefully maintained performance to preserve their status.
She was not particularly famous at Hogwarts. She had her friends, did not quarrel with anyone, earned good marks, and had the occasional suitor lingering about. But she did not stand out scandalously, nor did she wish to. She was comfortable in her discretion.
— Are you lost? — Regulus’s deep voice broke the silence.
He had not moved from the window, but his body was now slightly turned towards her, and his grey eyes regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and restrained amusement.
— No. I only wanted to ask whether you know the reason my parents and I are here — Isabella replied, her tone calm and her back perfectly straight.
Regulus curved his lips into a crooked smile as he exhaled smoke.
— You truly don’t know anything?
— Should I?
He gave a brief, nasal laugh.
— For a Ravenclaw, you’re rather slow.
The sting of offence was immediate, though she did not allow it to show fully upon her face.
— Want one? — he asked, extending the cigarette carelessly, as though the conversation bore no weight at all.
— No, thank you. I dislike the smell.
Regulus laughed again. He crushed the cigarette against the window frame and let it fall into the street below.
— Well… you’ll have to get used to it.
He walked past her with deliberate closeness — near enough for Isabella to catch the faint scent of smoke and dark cologne.
When they returned to the table, George and Orion were already there.
— Come along — he added, a sardonic half-smile tugging at his lips. — They’re likely about to deliver the long-awaited announcement.
— Where have you two been? — Black asked, eyeing his son with suspicion.
— I was showing Miss Fawley the house — Regulus replied in that falsely pleasant tone of his.
— It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Isabella? — Walburga remarked, looking at her directly.
Beautiful was not precisely how the Ravenclaw would have described the Black house. Although the entire structure was aristocratic in style and filled with ancient objects, dark tones prevailed — blacks and deep greens. The curtains covering the windows were heavy and black, allowing scarcely any light to enter.
She might even say it was rather unsettling to imagine the house in the dead of night, with no candles lit.
The light-brown-haired girl offered the matriarch a polite smile and nodded; she was not adept at lying with words. Beside her, Regulus let out a quiet laugh, noticing Isabella’s pretence.
— After speaking with George, we have decided to finalise the agreement we have been discussing for quite some time — Orion announced.
Isabella sat up straight; at last, she would discover the cause of the evening’s underlying tension.
— Isabella and Regulus will unite our two families through marriage. We have decided the wedding shall take place once they have completed their seventh year.
Fawley felt a chill run the length of her body. Was she truly going to marry Regulus Black? Had her parents been arranging her marriage without telling her — without asking her opinion or even allowing her to choose whom she would marry?
A bitter taste settled in her mouth and then sank to her stomach; she thought she might be sick. She looked at each person in the room: her father stood stern, watching her intently, and she felt as though he were urging her to compose herself; Orion wore a peculiar smile, though his gaze rested upon his son; Walburga observed Isabella with evident disapproval at her lack of reaction; her mother regarded her with pity, and when their eyes met, she lowered her gaze.
Finally, Isabella looked at Regulus — and he was already watching her.
A faintly amused smile lingered on his face, as though he were taking pleasure in the pallor of his now fiancée. And as if that were not enough — as though he required further amusement — the dark-haired boy slipped his hand into his trouser pocket and withdrew a small black velvet box. He opened it, revealing a ring: the band appeared to be white gold, and at its centre stood a round-cut solitaire diamond, held aloft by delicate claws.
Regulus removed the ring from the box and gently took Isabella’s left hand — cold in contrast to his warm one — and slid the ring onto her ring finger.
Unable to restrain herself, her eyes filled with tears, and a single drop fell, landing upon Regulus’s hand. The young man’s smug smile faltered slightly when he noticed. He turned towards the adults, who were watching expectantly, and in a firm tone said:
— Would you mind leaving us alone?
Orion and Walburga were the first to leave, followed by George. When Collette rose and passed by her daughter, she paused, brushed away her tears, and softly called:
— Bella…
But Isabella neither answered nor looked at her. Collette sighed and departed.
When they were finally alone, Regulus approached the table and poured wine into two glasses with deliberate calm, as though nothing extraordinary had just taken place.
— Come now, Fawley, no one has died — he said, holding one of the glasses out to her. When she did not react, he arched an eyebrow. — You don’t smoke, and you don’t drink either? Well… what an exemplary fiancée I’ve been given.
The mockery was unmistakable.
— Don’t call me that — Isabella managed at last, her voice steadier than she felt.
— And what should I call you? — he replied, tilting his head slightly. — It’s what you are now.
— No. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. We cannot get married.
She wiped her tears away quickly, annoyed with herself for letting them fall, and stepped closer to him.
— Speak to them. Tell them they cannot do this. Make something up… say you don’t like me, that you find me unattractive, anything.
Regulus let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh.
— First, what makes you think they would obey me? I found out a few weeks ago, but this has likely been in motion for months. Second, if they don’t marry you to me, they’ll marry you to another pure-blood. And we both know the remaining options aren’t exactly desirable…
A few surnames crossed Isabella’s mind — Lestrange, Crouch — each accompanied by less than reassuring reputations.
— And third — Regulus added, stepping close enough to invade her space — I would be lying if I said I found you unattractive.
Isabella moved back, unsettled. He was hardly unpleasant to look at himself; in fact, like Sirius, he was infuriatingly handsome.
— I’m a blood traitor — she declared suddenly.
Regulus regarded her with renewed interest.
— I know. I’ve seen you more than once associating with Mudbloods — he replied without hesitation. — But those are… inclinations that can be corrected.
— I have no intention of changing. Neither you nor anyone else will force me to. So you can tell them you refuse to marry a traitor, and that settles it.
— Enough, Fawley. The engagement has already been decided. And in case you weren’t aware, it was your parents who insisted most strongly.
The remark ran through her like another chill. Why would they be so eager to be rid of her?
— And as for the rest — he continued coolly — I lived for years with a traitor. I know his idiotic ideas well enough. I suppose I can tolerate another.
The calculated disdain in his tone hollowed something inside her.
Isabella sank into a chair, defeated. She stared at the ring now adorning her finger — too bright, too final — and then at the glass he had offered her. This time, she took it without hesitation and drained it in a single swallow.
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Synopsis: The blossoming hormones of seventeen play tricks on two demigods.
Warnings: mentions of sex, I don't follow the plot, English is not my first language, teenage pregnancy, raging teenage hormones, and I don't know what else to say.
Amelie knew that the daughters of Demeter were more fertile than most people, but she never thought that a single careless moment would be enough for her to get pregnant.
And she never thought it would be Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon.
The two demigods were not a couple; they were something far more complicated than that. They argued as if they were one, and often—whether because of jealousy (mostly on Percy’s part), feelings that were never properly expressed, or their own pride—they ended up shouting at each other in Percy’s cabin.
And they always ended up making up in his bed, naked and tangled together.
Sometimes they were careful, and sometimes they weren’t. Both of them tended to give in to emotion, and apparently that was how she ended up in this situation: a one-month delay.
For the past week, she had been feeling strange—dizzy, irritable (which caused more fights than usual with Percy), overly sensitive. But she also noticed something else: the way nature reacted around her felt different, more intense than usual.
As a daughter of Demeter, she was used to flora responding to her presence. Still, now she noticed seeds sprouting faster when she touched them, and she could have sworn flowers bloomed the moment she drew near.
That was when thoughts of a possible pregnancy began to invade her mind. She decided to ask for permission to leave camp and go to Montauk to buy a pregnancy test. She carried a backpack with a few things, just in case, though she didn’t plan on being gone long: take the bus, arrive in Montauk, enter the pharmacy, buy the test, find somewhere to take it—she clearly wasn’t doing that at camp—and come back like nothing had happened.
Or at least, she hoped she would.
She was walking toward the edge of Camp Half-Blood without looking at anyone when she heard quick footsteps approaching her, followed by the voice of a certain demigod who always seemed to be able to find her.
—Hey. —Percy gently grabbed her arm and turned her around, a curious smile on his face. —I heard you asked for permission. Mind telling me where you’re going?
Amelie took a deep breath.
—To the town, —she said. Her tone came out sharper than she meant it to, but at that moment she felt incapable of controlling her emotions, and Percy rolled his eyes.
—Gods, why have you been so irritable lately? It’s the first time I’ve seen you all day. I’m tired of fighting. I just want to know what you’re about to do. —She noticed the exhaustion in his voice, as if he were asking her to talk things through calmly.
Amelie felt a little guilty, so she inhaled, trying to relax.
—Sorry, okay? It’s not your fault -or maybe it is-. I’m just tired, and I don’t feel very well.
Percy made a look of understanding, as if he had figured everything out. He took her by the arms and pulled her into a hug. Amelie buried her face in his chest, breathing in that ocean scent that always felt comforting and calm.
— I get it now, lovely girl, —he said. —Your period came, right? If I’m not wrong, it was supposed to come around this time. That’s why you’re like this.
The calm Amelie felt vanished instantly. Percy had not only reminded her that it hadn’t come yet, he was also wrong about the timing. Her period usually came at the beginning of the month.
And it was already almost the end.
She broke the embrace abruptly, irritation returning to her gaze and completely confusing Percy.
—Fine. I have to go, —she said—. The bus is coming any minute.
When she was about to turn away, Jackson stopped her again.
—Wait. You didn’t tell me what you were going to the town for.
—To buy a few things I need, —Amelie replied. She wanted to end the conversation. Being near Percy made her nervous, she knew he could read her far too easily, and sooner or later he’d realize she was hiding something.
Percy studied her silently for a few seconds before speaking.
—I’ll come with you. I need to buy condoms too. Thanks to someone, I ran out, —he added playfully.
Bloom didn’t find it funny at all.
-Now you remember to buy them-, she thought.
—I’ll buy them myself. You don’t need to come.
—Why don’t you want me to come? Are you mad or something? —Percy asked, genuinely confused. Mel had been distant for days, and he’d gone over every possible mistake in his head without finding anything. He’d been behaving himself.
—It’s not that I don’t want to, —she said, forcing herself to stay calm. —It’s just that to leave you have to ask permission, remember? You’d take too long, and I’m already ready. It’s fine, Percy. I’ll be back before you even notice, okay?
She stepped closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, clearly intending to end things there. But something inside her wanted more. Without thinking, she leaned in again and pressed her lips to Percy’s.
He reacted instantly. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, unwilling to let her go. Amelie knew him too well. If she didn’t pull away now, she wouldn’t make it to town.
And she had to.
She pulled back gently, gave him an apologetic smile, and turned away to continue her mission: the pregnancy test.
What she didn’t know was that the son of the sea hadn’t stayed put.
Itoshi Sae x Suzuki Azumi (fem reader, y/n, as you like)
Synopsis: You and Sae were a couple a few years ago and as a result of that great love you had your son, but Sae decided to leave you just before you realized it, and you decided not to tell him.
Warnings: mentions of sex, English is not my first language, swearing, Sae being a jerk to you.
Souta was a six-year-old boy, with blue-green eyes, long eyelashes, reddish brown hair and casually messy, thin build and a height a little more prominent than other children of his age.
Same as Sae.
But it was in his smile that you could see that he was Azumi's son. Dimples decorating his cheeks and a warm and tender smile. Azumi used to feel that every time her son smiled the whole place seemed calmer and happier.
Personality-wise, Souta was a rare combination. He wasn't afraid to show his sweetness and warmth to the people he felt were the right ones. But, he also had some facets similar to Sae.
Since he was three years old, he showed a great interest in football. Azumi would be lying if she said that at first she wasn't reluctant to have Souta play football, but seeing that he liked it so much, Shr decided to support him. She bought him a ball and showed him games on TV so he could watch them. She also started looking into clubs that would train children.
Souta was a miniature fanatic. He could recite several players' names, although sometimes he did it wrong. For some reason he had decided that he was going to support Barcelona, Azumi found this funny because, ironically, his father played for the rival team.
But when he found out that his mother would be working for a football club as famous and full of stars as Real Madrid, he went crazy. "Let me go with you every day, mom." he told her as soon as he heard the news. Azumi found it funny, but explained that he couldn't go with her (and she didn't want him to go) and, a little resigned, he understood, and he kept his desire to meet that player he was so eager to meet himself: Itoshi Sae.
Once, after his little club had a training session, the coach invited the children to stay in the club's canteen and watch the derby that was about to be played together: Real Madrid vs. Barcelona. After a few minutes of the match, in which it was clear that the Madrid team was at a disadvantage, the coach made a change, took out one of the players and in his place he brought in one of Real Madrid's new players: Itoshi Sae. As soon as the camera focused on the Japanese, one of Souta's companions exclaimed: "Look! He looks just like Sou!" all the children began to think the same And the coach, after alternating his gaze several times between the TV and his little player, ended up exclaiming the same thing as the rest: "Wow Suzuki, why didn't you say that you were related to Sae Itoshi?" he said jokingly, but at the same time very impressed by the great resemblance.
Souta was also impressed, not only by the resemblance, but by how well he played. He also felt a connection with Sae, who was the only Japanese player on his team, just like Souta. Although he had been born there in Spain and had a perfect command of the language, his entire family was Japanese and he was more closely tied to that culture than to the Spanish one.
Although Souta was a curious child who wasn't afraid to ask questions when he had a doubt, there was one topic that always made him pause before speaking: his dad.
In his small group of friends, everyone seemed to have stories to tell about their fathers. Some talked about how they played soccer with them on the weekends, others about how they took them on bike rides or even how they taught them how to fix things around the house. Souta usually listened to those stories with a smile, but never contributed one of his own.
It wasn't that he didn't think about it. In fact, there were times when he would look at his mom and wonder why it was always just the two of them. But something in him, maybe an instinct or a respect for how hard his mom worked to take care of him, would shut him up. Azumi had always given him everything, and Souta didn't want her to think something was missing in his life.
And though the questions kept flitting through his mind, Souta learned to keep them to himself, enjoying every moment with Azumi and dreaming, silently, of the possibility that someday the answers would come on their own.
It was common knowledge that these men's personalities were not exactly easy and that their relationship with the press, and even among themselves, was often tense. But Azumi had no idea how bad it really was.
A couple of months had passed since Azumi had started working at Real Madrid, and on the surface, everything was going well: he got along great with his coworkers, the salary was more than acceptable, Souta was doing well at his new school... everything seemed to fit perfectly. Everything, except for one detail: the team's players.
Fights in the locker room, constant arguments with journalists... they all had terrible tempers. And yet, the main problem had a name: Sae Itoshi.
He hadn't come to blows like some of his teammates, but his sharp and arrogant personality was almost worse. He had that irritating ability to infuriate anyone—teammates, rivals, or journalists—with a single ill-chosen response.
And all of that tarnished the team's image.
Headlines such as "Sae Itoshi: the star who clashes with his teammates" or "Why do Real players get along so badly?" appeared after every game.
At Real Madrid, she was the only person who really knew him. Years had passed, yes, but Sae hadn't changed at all. If anything, his bad temper seemed to have intensified. Azumi remembered that when they were dating, there had been a restraint—minimal, but real—that was now gone.
Although she had tried to avoid any contact with Sae, she had observed him from a distance: he was not interested in having a good relationship with the press. He responded curtly, sometimes sarcastically, and always egocentrically.
That's why one day she got a call from the president's office.
—Suzuki... Azumi? —asked the gray-haired man after making her wait ten minutes outside, even though he himself had summoned her.
—Yes, sir.
—Well, I called you because I need your help. As you may have seen during this time, this team is a mess when it comes to relationships. They're good at kicking a ball, but terrible at talking to reporters. The worst is Itoshi; I assume you know him —he said. Azumi had to stifle a bitter laugh. If only you knew how well I know him... But she just nodded— Maria told me that you are very good and very patient, so I decided to assign you specifically to Sae so that you can be the one to improve his way of answering questions.
Azumi's heart began to beat fast. She felt her stomach clench.
—Since I know he's a complicated case, I'm offering you an extra raise, and if you manage to change him, a promotion with a corresponding salary increase.
That reminded her that Souta would soon have an important game where he would be watched by recruiters. He had asked her for new cleats because his were already uncomfortable. He wanted some beautiful... and very expensive Nike shoes.
Besides, how could she refuse the president of the club where she worked?
She had joined Real Madrid hoping she wouldn't have to deal with Sae too much. Not because she was afraid of falling for him again, but because it would be dangerous if he found out about Souta.
Even so, she took it as a challenge: to live with Sae only for work, to improve the team's image, to keep old feelings at bay, and above all, to make sure that no secrets came to light.
"All right, sir. I accept," she said, and they both smiled.
Itoshi Sae x Suzuki Azumi (fem reader, y/n, as you like)
Synopsis: You and Sae were a couple a few years ago and as a result of that great love you had your son, but Sae decided to leave you just before you realized it, and you decided not to tell him.
Warnings: mentions of sex, English is not my first language, swearing, Sae being a jerk to you.
Azumi had made it. After years of effort, raising her son alone, and at the same time working. She had managed to graduate with honors in marketing and public relations.
Thanks to the good recommendations that her teachers had made about her, especially thanks to one teacher, who had managed to get her a job in a very good place.
Or well, it was a good place until Azumi found out where it was.
She had landed a position in the marketing department of Real Madrid. She knew it was a unique opportunity, she was going to work in what she liked and the salary was fantastic, she was no longer going to have to ask her parents for money and she was going to give the best to her son.
It was pink, except that the job also meant having to see her ex-boyfriend again, the father of her child, who, in fact, was unaware that he was the father of her child.
But she wasn't stupid, she knew she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by. Yes, she was going to have to go back to Itoshi Sae, but she was already over him, so that wasn't a problem. She just had to make sure that he and Souta never crossed paths and she would be able to work in peace.
She begged, prayed, that they would never cross paths.
But fate was a dirty player.
The position she had earned in the marketing department was basically about ensuring that the players did not screw up when speaking to the media and that the club had a good image in the media.
And from what was said, that was very complicated with the Real Madrid players.
Especially with a certain Japanese player.
On the other hand, the school where Souta went was not that far from the club, and the schedules coincided quite well, except for some days when Azumi had to leave during work hours, to look for him, although she had managed to agree on that with her bosses and there was no problem with her doing it.
Her first day of work arrived, she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She thought this day was going to be quiet, maybe it was just going to be about getting to know her coworkers and arrange light paperwork.
She was wrong.
Considering that she was going to be spending a lot of time with the players, they told her that they had to introduce her to them, this took her by surprise and she instantly felt the nerves entering her body.
She was going to have to see him.
Azumi fixed her hair for the third time, although it was already fine. She wore a leather skirt with a small slit, a sleeveless polo shirt, made of pleated fabric in dark burgundy color, this outfit she combined it with long boots with thin heels in burgundy tone that matched perfectly with the polo shirt. And finally, a hobo bag, also burgundy with gold metallic details.
"Relax, don't be nervous. Just be professional, they're just a bunch of men who know how to kick a ball well and get paid for it." Maria, the head of the marketing department, told her, making Azumi laugh.
But Azumi knew that one of them was not just a simple player, or at least not in her life.
From outside the room you could hear the laughter and conversations the players were having amongst themselves. Maria went before Azumi, "Gentlemen, please be quiet. I'm going to introduce you to someone."
Azumi opened the door and walked in, all eyes turning to her. Almost instantly, she could see Sae, who was sitting there looking at his cell phone, as always, uninterested in what his classmates were doing.
He didn't look at her until he heard Maria introduce her.
"This is Suzuki Azumi" As soon as he heard the name, he looked up to confirm that he had not misheard it, and indeed he had not.
After six years, there she was. His ex-girlfriend, the one woman he hadn't been able to stop thinking about, was standing there and daring to say that she was more beautiful than he remembered her.
"From now on she will be working in the marketing and public relations department. She will be in charge of making sure that all of you don't make a mistake in front of the cameras," Maria concluded her presentation.
"Wow, they hire models for the team here? We're so lucky," joked one of the players, and Sae couldn't hide the way he rolled his eyes at her teammate's immaturity".
Azumi laughed a little embarrassed. "It's nice to meet you all, and I hope we can work well together," she said with a small smile.
Everything was going well, until her eyes met his.
He looked at her coldly, his face didn't seem to show anything, nothing of what he was really feeling inside. For her part, Azumi looked away because she wasn't so good at keeping her emotions, not like him.
The presentation soon ended, some of the players approached her welcoming her. But as soon as she saw that Sae intended to approach, she approached Maria and told her that she was going to go to her office to finish organizing his things, and so she managed to escape.
She didn't want to talk to Sae, she wasn't ready. She couldn't even look at him and she had to talk to him? No. She had decided that their relationship was going to remain strictly professional, And that included their talks. That would make everything easier.
The day ended, and Azumi was outside the club constantly checking her phone. Souta had already left school and was waiting for her. He had already called a taxi, but for some reason it still hadn't arrived.
"Come on, please" she muttered to herself, hating the idea of Souta waiting for her alone at school.
The sound of an engine stopping nearby brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up and froze as she saw a sleek black car pull up in front of her. The window rolled down, and there he was: Sae, with his usual inscrutable expression.
"Get in," he said in a calm but firm tone.
Azumi blinked, unsure if she had heard correctly. "What?"
'You're waiting for a taxi, right? It's rush hour, it's going to take forever. Get in, I'll take you,' he said, completely calm, as if it wasn't his ex-girlfriend he was talking to.
Azumi hesitated, holding the strap of her bag tightly. The thought of being alone with Sae in a car made her a heart race. "No need, really, I asked for it a long time ago, it shouldn't take long."
Sae didn't change his mind either, "I'll take you, Azumi. I don't have all afternoon, and neither do you, right?"
She looked at the time again, it had already taken too long. She sighed, "Okay," she replied with resignation, she opened the car door and got in.
The atmosphere inside the car was awkward. Azumi kept her gaze fixed on the window, not wanting to see him, and Sae drove in silence. "Where do I take you?" he asked her. "Reggio school, it's 15 minutes away" she replied.
Sae was surprised by her answer, why was she going to school?
And being direct as only he is, he asked her "why do you go to that school?"
Azumi gulped before answering, nervous. "I have to find someone," she replied curtly, showing him that she had no intention of starting a conversation with him.
Sae swallowed the questions he had to ask her, who was she going to look for? What had she done all these years? How had she been?. He understood that she didn't want to talk to him, and he wasn't going to beg her either.
He couldn't help but glance at her several times during the trip.
Her red hair, one of Sae's favorite things, was long. And from what he had noticed when he saw her at the presentation, her body was more mature, her curves were more defined and her breasts seemed bigger.
"Here is" she broke the silence once they arrived at the place. "Thank you, Itoshi-san," she thanked him and for a moment their eyes met.
Sae didn't like her calling him by his last name, much less with honorifics. As if they didn't know each other.
"Don't you need me to take you home or anything?" Sae spoke without thinking and even he was surprised by his proposal.
"No, thanks" Azumi responded quickly and got out of the car.
Obviously she wasn't going to accept, she wasn't going to go home alone but with Souta. And she doubted that Sae wouldn't ask questions when he saw a mini version of him getting into his car.
When she just entered school was when she heard Sae leaving.
"Mommy!" she heard Souta's voice as he ran towards her and clung to her leg, "What took you so long?" he asked as he gave her his small backpack. "Sorry, love. The taxi took a long time to arrive. "How was school?" she ask him.
They both walked away holding hands, while telling each other how their day had been.
Azumi couldn't help but think, what would it be like if Sae became part of their lives? If they both got off work and went to look for Souta together.
But things weren't like that. Sae was heading to his apartment alone, and Azumi and Souta were heading home just the two of them.
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Itoshi Sae x Suzuki Azumi (fem reader, y/n, as you like)
Synopsis: You and Sae were a couple a few years ago and as a result of that great love you had your son, but Sae decided to leave you just before you realized it, and you decided not to tell him.
Warnings: mentions of sex, English is not my first language, swearing, Sae being a jerk to you.
Azumi and Sae met in Madrid, Spain. She was Japanese like him and was there to study marketing and public relations. While he had already been living there for a few years, chasing his dream of becoming the best soccer player in the world by playing for Real Madrid.
Azumi was 18 and he was about to turn 19, they were both neighbors. At first, Sae was surprised because she was the only Japanese person in the building, but after that, he didn't pay much attention to her. Azumi, on the other hand, was happy to have a neighbor who spoke the same language as her, but that happiness faded when, after trying to start a conversation with him several times, he only responded with what was necessary.
The situation changed when Sae was very sick one night and left his apartment on the verge of fainting, and being who he is, he didn't want to ask anyone for help. Luckily for him, Azumi was also leaving her apartment to get something to eat and found him in such a weak situation.
She helped him, told him to go back to his apartment, went out to buy medicine, and also made him a very typical soup in Japan to cure colds.
That was the beginning of their relationship.
They started spending more time together to get to know each other better. Sae stopped being so cold to her and started opening up more.
Although they were nothing alike, they managed to complement each other. Azumi had the grace and kindness that Sae lacked. And Sae had the common sense and selfishness that Azumi lacked.
Sae put aside his typical coldness, and let out a side that only his little brother knew. He asked her out on dates, he started noticing the smallest things that Azumi liked, he started inviting her to come watch him play, he started giving her things, and one night he told her to stay and sleep.
With him.
The stolen kisses began to be more frequent, the caresses, the hugs. Until the night came when both of them got to know each other's bodies in depth.
They began to live together on a daily basis. Their faces were what they saw when they woke up and when they went to sleep.
Sae would take her to college and he would go to training. Azumi would usually come back early and make them lunch, they would eat together while they both talked about how their day had gone.
Everything was perfect.
They lasted two years until Sae started to feel like he wasn't concentrating on his game. He was in a match and he was always looking to see if Azumi was in the stands and how she was doing. At first it wasn't that big of a problem, until his coach noticed.
""Itoshi, come here, we need to talk," his coach told him one day during a training session after a match, in which Sae had not done very well.
Sae entered the office with his usual cold expression, guessing what this talk was about.
"I'll be blunt. What's going on with you lately? Your level has dropped, and it's not because of a lack of skill, but rather a lack of concentration. I notice you're distracted." said the coach looking at him seriously.
"It's okay, I'm just training as usual," Sae replied, not wanting to admit the real reason.
The coach sighed, "Don't give me excuses. I've been in this sport longer than you've been playing football. I know exactly when a player is distracted by something off the field. And in your case, it's not hard to guess."
Sae raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" he asked.
"That girl. Your girlfriend, or whatever she is to you. Look, I'm not going to get into your personal life, but I'll make one thing clear: Women, for a footballer, are a hobby, not a priority. You're not here to fall in love, Itoshi. Are you here to be the best in the world, aren't you?.If you really want to be one, you have to let go of whatever takes you out of focus. And if you can't do that, I'll do it for you." The coach spoke in a serious tone.
Sae looked at the coach angrily, "What are you trying to tell me? Are you going to stop me from playing?"
"I'm saying that you have to decide what's more important to you. Football or a girlfriend who can be temporary. "Think about this, Sae: sacrifices are inevitable if you want to be the best. You decide which ones you're willing to make." The coach ended the talk.
Meanwhile, Sae stayed on the court longer than usual, thinking about what to do. He loved you, maybe he didn't say it often because it wasn't typical of him, but he liked to show it to you. And he knew that you loved him, he knew that with that decision he was going to hurt you, but he was in Spain for one goal, and he could not allow himself to deviate from that goal.
That night, Sae came home later than usual. His face was as impassive as ever, but with a weight on his heart that he had never felt before. He found Azumi preparing dinner, As always with a warm smile on his face, although lately he had noticed that his girlfriend had a new sparkle in her eyes, but he had not paid much attention to it.
He was going to miss her. He was going to miss that smile that, although he didn't admit it much, had given him peace in the last few years, he was going to miss her kisses, the warmth of her body, the pleasure that only the two of them could make each other feel.
However, his mind was already made up. He couldn't allow himself any distractions, even if it hurt.
Azumi didn't hear when Sae arrived, so she was surprised to find him standing there looking at her seriously. "You're here! Why didn't you say anything, love?" She approached to greet him with her usual kiss, but he moved his face away from her, which left her confused. "Sae, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" I asked a little worried.
Sae took an imperceptible breath before speaking, "This isn't going to work anymore, Azumi. We have to end it."
The redhead stopped suddenly, taken by surprise. "What are you saying? Why?" She thought it was probably a joke in bad taste, but it was Itoshi Sae, he didn't make jokes.
"Because I don't have time for this, Azumi. My goal was always clear and you're becoming a distraction." Sae spoke to her coldly, while avoiding her gaze.
His words managed to hurt her. "A distraction? Sae, do you really think that? I've never tried to take away your dream, I just want to be by your side. Is that a problem?"
Itoshi clenched his fists, trying his best not to let out any emotion. "You don't understand, football is everything to me, there's no room for anything else. Since we've been together, I can't concentrate. On the pitch, in training... I'm failing because I'm thinking about you."
Tears were already forming in Azumi's eyes, but she didn't want to give up just yet. 'Sae, you're so obsessed with being the best, that you forget about more important things, you're going to be left alone.'
He finally decided to look at her and Azumi noticed that Sae's eyes did not show the hardness that her voice wanted to appear, they showed sadness. "Yes, I prefer to be alone. Football is unforgiving, if I don't give my all, someone else will and surpass me. I don't plan on risking that, even if it hurts me, even if... I love you. I can't let that stop me."
"If you love me, then why are you doing this? Sae, we can find some way..." she tried to reach out and grab his hand, but he pulled away.
"There's no way. Loving isn't enough. I have to be the best, and that means sacrificing a lot of things, including you." Sae's mind was already made up, and Azumi decided to give in and accept it.
She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. While Sae tried her best to stand firm, even though internally she felt like she was breaking into pieces.
"If that's what you want, then I'm not going to stop you" She told him
Azumi wiped away her tears and began to gather all her things, which were a lot. She still had her apartment, she just practically lived with Sae. She tidied and packed as quickly as possible, He tried to help her but she didn't let him.
When she was leaving, she passed by him, looked at him and tried not to break down in front of him. "I hope you achieve what you want so much and be the best, Sae"
And so, just as one day she came in with a heart full of love, she left with a completely broken heart.
Azumi wasn't going to force him to stay with her. He was free to decide what he thought was best for his life, and if he thought he was better off without her. She wasn't going to beg him to stay with her.
A month passed when Azumi decided to move to another apartment complex. In that month she had done everything she could to not run into Sae and luckily she succeeded.
Three months later, when she was living in another apartment, she started to feel strange. She was hungry all the time, she was vomiting, her sleeping schedule had changed and she felt tired all the time.
A not so crazy idea began to emerge in her mind.
Sae and Azumi were quite the fiery couple. They were very active in that regard and as far as Azumi could remember, they hadn't been so careful the last few times. And considering that she was almost four months late, the idea of being pregnant began to become increasingly certain.
When she took the pregnancy test and it came out positive, she cried a lot. She was still studying, she didn't have anyone in that country apart from some friends she had made at university. The father of her child had decided that she was a nuisance to his career and he was surely going to consider her child a problem as well. On top of that, she didn't have a job and lived off the monthly payments her family sent her, and while she lived comfortably with that, having a child was a much bigger expense.
She didn't know what to do.
She decided to talk to her parents, she didn't know what to do and they were the ones who always advised her in difficult situations. At first, they didn't take it well, "Azumi, you were supposed to go to Spain to study, not to get involved with someone and get pregnant" her mother told her. But her father, who had always supported her, told her to stay calm. They would support her in whatever she decided and if they had to send her more money for the baby, they would do it. But the only rule was that she should not drop out of school.
The thought of abortion was on her mind more than she liked to admit. She knew it was going to be difficult to have the baby alone, but this baby had been made with the love she and Sae had for each other, It was the only thing left of her great love.
The months went by, and she found out that she was expecting a boy. Her belly wasn't that big, but she liked taking pictures.
Sometimes she would come across a Sae game on TV, Apparently he was doing very well, he was always a starter, and in the football news there was always talk about how Real Madrid won matches thanks to some goal from Sae.
Apparently he was right, she was just a distraction in his life. He was better off without her.
The thought of telling him never crossed her mind. He had been clear about his goals and she was sure that having children was not part of them.
The birth was natural, it was not easy. But when she held her little son in her arms, all the pain disappeared.
She named him Suzuki Souta, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he showed those blue-green eyes and long eyelashes, he looked just like Sae. He had also inherited her ex-boyfriend's reddish-brown hair color.
As he grew up, he showed that the only thing he had inherited from Azumi were her dimples. Other than that, including his personality, he was Sae in the mini version.
Azumi built her life around her son, Souta. She got a part-time job in marketing while continuing her studies. Her days were exhausting, balancing work, college and the demands of a young child, but every time Souta smiled or called her "Mom," she felt all the effort was worth it.
Souta, now six years old, was an energetic boy with an undeniable resemblance to his father. His striking blue-green eyes used to catch the attention of strangers, and his natural talent for sports began to show when he started playing soccer for a local club. Azumi couldn't help but see Sae in every shot at the ball, in every determined look on Souta's face when he was focused on scoring a goal.
One afternoon, as Azumi was walking home with Souta after soccer practice, they passed an electronics store. A live interview with Sae Itoshi, fresh off another spectacular victory with the Japan national team, was being broadcast on the big screen in the window.
"Mom, look!" Souta pointed excitedly toward the screen. "It's the poster boy my coach has in his office! He's super cool!"
Azumi froze, feeling her chest tighten. She didn't want Souta to acknowledge Sae, at least not yet. She knew that would only raise questions she didn't have answers for yet.
"Yes, it is," she said quickly, tugging on Souta's hand before he could say anything else. "But we're already late, let's go home."
As they continued walking, Azumi couldn't help but look back, seeing Sae's figure on the screen. Although her face was as cold as ever, her success and confidence were undeniable. Her heart shrank at the thought that Souta might grow up not knowing who his father was.
"Maybe someday," she murmured to herself, holding Souta's small hand tightly, "but not today."
Itoshi Sae x Suzuki Azumi (fem reader, y/n, as you like)
Synopsis: You and Sae were a couple a few years ago and as a result of that great love you had your son, but Sae decided to leave you just before you realized it, and you decided not to tell him.
Warnings: mentions of sex, English is not my first language, swearing, Sae being a jerk to you.
Azumi and Sae met in Madrid, Spain. She was Japanese like him and was there to study marketing and public relations. While he had already been living there for a few years, chasing his dream of becoming the best soccer player in the world by playing for Real Madrid.
Azumi was 18 and he was about to turn 19, they were both neighbors. At first, Sae was surprised because she was the only Japanese person in the building, but after that, he didn't pay much attention to her. Azumi, on the other hand, was happy to have a neighbor who spoke the same language as her, but that happiness faded when, after trying to start a conversation with him several times, he only responded with what was necessary.
The situation changed when Sae was very sick one night and left his apartment on the verge of fainting, and being who he is, he didn't want to ask anyone for help. Luckily for him, Azumi was also leaving her apartment to get something to eat and found him in such a weak situation.
She helped him, told him to go back to his apartment, went out to buy medicine, and also made him a very typical soup in Japan to cure colds.
That was the beginning of their relationship.
They started spending more time together to get to know each other better. Sae stopped being so cold to her and started opening up more.
Although they were nothing alike, they managed to complement each other. Azumi had the grace and kindness that Sae lacked. And Sae had the common sense and selfishness that Azumi lacked.
Sae put aside his typical coldness, and let out a side that only his little brother knew. He asked her out on dates, he started noticing the smallest things that Azumi liked, he started inviting her to come watch him play, he started giving her things, and one night he told her to stay and sleep.
With him.
The stolen kisses began to be more frequent, the caresses, the hugs. Until the night came when both of them got to know each other's bodies in depth.
They began to live together on a daily basis. Their faces were what they saw when they woke up and when they went to sleep.
Sae would take her to college and he would go to training. Azumi would usually come back early and make them lunch, they would eat together while they both talked about how their day had gone.
Everything was perfect.
They lasted two years until Sae started to feel like he wasn't concentrating on his game. He was in a match and he was always looking to see if Azumi was in the stands and how she was doing. At first it wasn't that big of a problem, until his coach noticed.
""Itoshi, come here, we need to talk," his coach told him one day during a training session after a match, in which Sae had not done very well.
Sae entered the office with his usual cold expression, guessing what this talk was about.
"I'll be blunt. What's going on with you lately? Your level has dropped, and it's not because of a lack of skill, but rather a lack of concentration. I notice you're distracted." said the coach looking at him seriously.
"It's okay, I'm just training as usual," Sae replied, not wanting to admit the real reason.
The coach sighed, "Don't give me excuses. I've been in this sport longer than you've been playing football. I know exactly when a player is distracted by something off the field. And in your case, it's not hard to guess."
Sae raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" he asked.
"That girl. Your girlfriend, or whatever she is to you. Look, I'm not going to get into your personal life, but I'll make one thing clear: Women, for a footballer, are a hobby, not a priority. You're not here to fall in love, Itoshi. Are you here to be the best in the world, aren't you?.If you really want to be one, you have to let go of whatever takes you out of focus. And if you can't do that, I'll do it for you." The coach spoke in a serious tone.
Sae looked at the coach angrily, "What are you trying to tell me? Are you going to stop me from playing?"
"I'm saying that you have to decide what's more important to you. Football or a girlfriend who can be temporary. "Think about this, Sae: sacrifices are inevitable if you want to be the best. You decide which ones you're willing to make." The coach ended the talk.
Meanwhile, Sae stayed on the court longer than usual, thinking about what to do. He loved you, maybe he didn't say it often because it wasn't typical of him, but he liked to show it to you. And he knew that you loved him, he knew that with that decision he was going to hurt you, but he was in Spain for one goal, and he could not allow himself to deviate from that goal.
That night, Sae came home later than usual. His face was as impassive as ever, but with a weight on his heart that he had never felt before. He found Azumi preparing dinner, As always with a warm smile on his face, although lately he had noticed that his girlfriend had a new sparkle in her eyes, but he had not paid much attention to it.
He was going to miss her. He was going to miss that smile that, although he didn't admit it much, had given him peace in the last few years, he was going to miss her kisses, the warmth of her body, the pleasure that only the two of them could make each other feel.
However, his mind was already made up. He couldn't allow himself any distractions, even if it hurt.
Azumi didn't hear when Sae arrived, so she was surprised to find him standing there looking at her seriously. "You're here! Why didn't you say anything, love?" She approached to greet him with her usual kiss, but he moved his face away from her, which left her confused. "Sae, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" I asked a little worried.
Sae took an imperceptible breath before speaking, "This isn't going to work anymore, Azumi. We have to end it."
The redhead stopped suddenly, taken by surprise. "What are you saying? Why?" She thought it was probably a joke in bad taste, but it was Itoshi Sae, he didn't make jokes.
"Because I don't have time for this, Azumi. My goal was always clear and you're becoming a distraction." Sae spoke to her coldly, while avoiding her gaze.
His words managed to hurt her. "A distraction? Sae, do you really think that? I've never tried to take away your dream, I just want to be by your side. Is that a problem?"
Itoshi clenched his fists, trying his best not to let out any emotion. "You don't understand, football is everything to me, there's no room for anything else. Since we've been together, I can't concentrate. On the pitch, in training... I'm failing because I'm thinking about you."
Tears were already forming in Azumi's eyes, but she didn't want to give up just yet. 'Sae, you're so obsessed with being the best, that you forget about more important things, you're going to be left alone.'
He finally decided to look at her and Azumi noticed that Sae's eyes did not show the hardness that her voice wanted to appear, they showed sadness. "Yes, I prefer to be alone. Football is unforgiving, if I don't give my all, someone else will and surpass me. I don't plan on risking that, even if it hurts me, even if... I love you. I can't let that stop me."
"If you love me, then why are you doing this? Sae, we can find some way..." she tried to reach out and grab his hand, but he pulled away.
"There's no way. Loving isn't enough. I have to be the best, and that means sacrificing a lot of things, including you." Sae's mind was already made up, and Azumi decided to give in and accept it.
She looked at him with tears streaming down her face. While Sae tried her best to stand firm, even though internally she felt like she was breaking into pieces.
"If that's what you want, then I'm not going to stop you" She told him
Azumi wiped away her tears and began to gather all her things, which were a lot. She still had her apartment, she just practically lived with Sae. She tidied and packed as quickly as possible, He tried to help her but she didn't let him.
When she was leaving, she passed by him, looked at him and tried not to break down in front of him. "I hope you achieve what you want so much and be the best, Sae"
And so, just as one day she came in with a heart full of love, she left with a completely broken heart.
Azumi wasn't going to force him to stay with her. He was free to decide what he thought was best for his life, and if he thought he was better off without her. She wasn't going to beg him to stay with her.
A month passed when Azumi decided to move to another apartment complex. In that month she had done everything she could to not run into Sae and luckily she succeeded.
Three months later, when she was living in another apartment, she started to feel strange. She was hungry all the time, she was vomiting, her sleeping schedule had changed and she felt tired all the time.
A not so crazy idea began to emerge in her mind.
Sae and Azumi were quite the fiery couple. They were very active in that regard and as far as Azumi could remember, they hadn't been so careful the last few times. And considering that she was almost four months late, the idea of being pregnant began to become increasingly certain.
When she took the pregnancy test and it came out positive, she cried a lot. She was still studying, she didn't have anyone in that country apart from some friends she had made at university. The father of her child had decided that she was a nuisance to his career and he was surely going to consider her child a problem as well. On top of that, she didn't have a job and lived off the monthly payments her family sent her, and while she lived comfortably with that, having a child was a much bigger expense.
She didn't know what to do.
She decided to talk to her parents, she didn't know what to do and they were the ones who always advised her in difficult situations. At first, they didn't take it well, "Azumi, you were supposed to go to Spain to study, not to get involved with someone and get pregnant" her mother told her. But her father, who had always supported her, told her to stay calm. They would support her in whatever she decided and if they had to send her more money for the baby, they would do it. But the only rule was that she should not drop out of school.
The thought of abortion was on her mind more than she liked to admit. She knew it was going to be difficult to have the baby alone, but this baby had been made with the love she and Sae had for each other, It was the only thing left of her great love.
The months went by, and she found out that she was expecting a boy. Her belly wasn't that big, but she liked taking pictures.
Sometimes she would come across a Sae game on TV, Apparently he was doing very well, he was always a starter, and in the football news there was always talk about how Real Madrid won matches thanks to some goal from Sae.
Apparently he was right, she was just a distraction in his life. He was better off without her.
The thought of telling him never crossed her mind. He had been clear about his goals and she was sure that having children was not part of them.
The birth was natural, it was not easy. But when she held her little son in her arms, all the pain disappeared.
She named him Suzuki Souta, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he showed those blue-green eyes and long eyelashes, he looked just like Sae. He had also inherited her ex-boyfriend's reddish-brown hair color.
As he grew up, he showed that the only thing he had inherited from Azumi were her dimples. Other than that, including his personality, he was Sae in the mini version.
Azumi built her life around her son, Souta. She got a part-time job in marketing while continuing her studies. Her days were exhausting, balancing work, college and the demands of a young child, but every time Souta smiled or called her "Mom," she felt all the effort was worth it.
Souta, now six years old, was an energetic boy with an undeniable resemblance to his father. His striking blue-green eyes used to catch the attention of strangers, and his natural talent for sports began to show when he started playing soccer for a local club. Azumi couldn't help but see Sae in every shot at the ball, in every determined look on Souta's face when he was focused on scoring a goal.
One afternoon, as Azumi was walking home with Souta after soccer practice, they passed an electronics store. A live interview with Sae Itoshi, fresh off another spectacular victory with the Japan national team, was being broadcast on the big screen in the window.
"Mom, look!" Souta pointed excitedly toward the screen. "It's the poster boy my coach has in his office! He's super cool!"
Azumi froze, feeling her chest tighten. She didn't want Souta to acknowledge Sae, at least not yet. She knew that would only raise questions she didn't have answers for yet.
"Yes, it is," she said quickly, tugging on Souta's hand before he could say anything else. "But we're already late, let's go home."
As they continued walking, Azumi couldn't help but look back, seeing Sae's figure on the screen. Although her face was as cold as ever, her success and confidence were undeniable. Her heart shrank at the thought that Souta might grow up not knowing who his father was.
"Maybe someday," she murmured to herself, holding Souta's small hand tightly, "but not today."
Synopsis: Sae and Aiko are two siblings with a special relationship, a relationship that goes beyond sisterhood, but they both know it's wrong, so they fight against it and walk away. Until a truth about the Itoshi family comes to light.
Warnings: incest! but it's not incest as such, sexual content, English is not my first language, lies, Sae being a jerk with his brothers (although this is nothing new), some things (like ages) will be changed for the logic of this fanfic.
Aiko was the youngest of the Itoshi family. She was younger than Rin by a few months and younger than Sae by one year.
In addition to being the youngest, she was also the most different of the siblings. Of medium height, with jet black hair and very light blue eyes, very different from the blue-green eyes of her older brothers. And not only was she physically different, her personality was also quite contrary to that of Sae and Rin. She was affectionate, smiling, empathetic and very sensitive.
Nothing to do with her brothers.
But none of those differences affected their relationship. Sae and Rin had a soft spot for their little sister, and it showed.
That weakness came to light when they both looked at her and you could see how those cold gazes softened and gave way to benevolent eyes, full of affection.
But there was a difference between their relationships and only the three of them knew it.
Rin and Aiko's relationship was purely that of siblings; they played with each other, sometimes fought, joked, took care of each other, and loved each other, but that was as far as it went.
Sae and Aiko weren't like that.
When they were kids they played, they joked around, sometimes they slept together, but that was until they started to grow up and certain feelings started to grow inside them. Especially inside Sae.
At the age of 11, Sae started to get jealous if he saw that Aiko spent more time with Rin than with him, he would get jealous if Aiko went to watch him play and his teammates watched her more than usual. Although he took care of his two younger brothers, it was noticeable that he cared more for Aiko.
"I want to play soccer too!" Aiko exclaimed one day at the age of 11 when she saw Sae and Rin practicing to go to training. Rin's eyes lit up when he heard her, in his mind, the three of them were going to become the best in the world together, "Yes!" he exclaimed equally excitedly.
"No" was Sae's opposite response, "What?" Rin said, "Why not?" Aiko asked bewildered, she wasn't used to Sae telling her no. "Because this is not for you, besides football is clumsy, you can get hit and I'm not going to be healing you every time someone hits you" He replied, "Well, I'll heal myself," she told him.
Rin watched the situation without getting involved, he knew how those two fought. Sae didn't like being contradicted and Aiko was an expert at getting on his nerves.
Sae looked at her, "I already said no, Aiko, don't insist" she turned her gaze to Rin, "Come on, Rin, we're going to be late for training"
But Rin didn't move, knowing that Aiko wasn't going to give up that easily.
"You're not mom or dad, so I don't have to listen to you. If they give me permission, I'll start playing and you don't have to get involved." she answered him firmly, Sae's eyes left the sweetness with which they usually looked at Aiko aside, "Fine, do what you want, but don't think that I'm going to help you in this. Football is not for you"
Aiko opened her mouth to respond, but Sae turned and walked out the door, leaving her speechless.
""Calm down Koko, I'll help you" Rin told her while ruffling her hair, Aiko smiled gratefully but was still upset because she, for some reason or another, wanted Sae to support her.
By the age of 14, Aiko was already developed. She was tall, although not as tall as her brothers, and slim, but her attributes began to stand out more. Which was a little strange, considering that her mother was not a woman with very marked attributes.
Aiko was very cute, and Sae noticed it right away.
He looked at her body more than normal, or more than a brother might look at his little sister.
Their relationship was still close, but sometimes Aiko felt something she couldn't explain when she was with Sae, and it confused her more because it was as if he felt it too and that's when he walked away.
Aiko had started playing, even without Sae's support, on a girls' team. She was doing very well, at first she had tried to be a midfielder, but then she realized that, like her brothers, she was better off as a forward.
But she didn't come out as good at playing as naturally as Sae or Rin, she had to practice and put in the effort.
And that's what she was doing the day her relationship with Sae changed forever.
She was training on the court that was near her house, it was already night, time was flying by while she was playing. She had been kicking the ball towards the goal for over two hours, not realizing that Sae had been watching her for quite some time.
"Rin says that you spend a lot of time practicing, although I don't believe it, those shots are very sloppy. You're wasting your time" he said, Aiko didn't turn to see him, she just rolled her eyes. "I'm not wasting anything" she replied, and kicked the ball towards the goal, but Sae got in the way and, making it look so simple, he dominated him in the air and brought him down to the ground.
"I already told you, Aiko, this is not for you" She looked at him annoyed, "And who are you to decide that? Why can't you just support me like you do with Rin? I'm your sister too..." she whispered the last thing.
"It's different, Rin is a man, and his personality can withstand failure, you couldn't do it" he replied and Aiko felt indignant. "Rin is a man?" she repeated the words "Your excuse is some sexist bullshit? What's wrong with you?" Aiko started to raise her voice angrily, and Sae started to do so as well, "Women's football has no support, almost no one watches those games and since almost no one watches them, it doesn't make money, so it has no support. You can't stand failure, Aiko, it will destroy you."
She was silent for a moment thinking about his words, but anger soon spoke through her. "And what do you know? Maybe I won't have to endure failure because I'm not going to live through it. "Maybe you're afraid I'll outdo you," she told him, her eyes alight with anger and defiance.
"You outdo me?" Sae laughed, but there was no humor in his voice. He took a step towards her, reducing the distance between them to a few centimeters "Don't be mistaken Aiko, you have no idea what you're talking about"
"Yes, you're afraid that I'll surpass you, that I'll stop being your little sister and you won't be able to control me anymore." They were both surprised by the black-haired girl's words, but neither of them moved.
Sae stared at her intently, his eyes locked with hers, the silence thick around them. "You are very sensitive, Aiko, and I couldn't bear to see you broken when you realize that the world is cruel. I care about you too much, more than you know, more than a brother cares about his sister."
"More than a brother cares about his sister?" Aiko repeated confusedly, but she didn't take her eyes off Sae, searching for an answer to such a confusing sentence.
"Yes," he admitted, his voice filled with a tension that made them both shiver. "And it's driving me crazy, because it's something I shouldn't feel, but I do." His tone remained angry, but he no longer seemed to be angry with Aiko, but with himself.
"What do you mean by that, Sae? Why do you talk like you know something I don't?" The elder Itoshi let out a sigh, but his gaze didn't leave her. He moved closer, close enough for her to feel his almost suffocating presence.
"Because I know, Aiko," he replied, "I know how I look at you, I know what I feel when I'm near you, and I know it's something I shouldn't feel."
""You're just talking nonsense," she stammered, still confused. "You're worried that I'll suffer because I'll do poorly in soccer, it's a normal feeling between siblings," she said trying to convince him and trying to convince herself.
"No, it's not normal," he said firmly, "I don't feel the same way about Rin, and you know that's not normal, Aiko, even if you don't admit it."
Aiko looked up, her eyes filled with uncertainty. There was something inside her that resonated with what Sae was saying, but she was too scared to face it. She couldn't put a name to what she felt, to the way her heart reacted when Sae was near, or when he touched her even in the most casual way.
"So what do you want from me? What do you want to do? Because I don't understand" she said with her voice barely audible.
Sae didn't know what to say anymore. He could only look at her eyes, look at her face, look at her lips and when he did, that's when he knew what he wanted to do.
And he did.
Sae leaned towards her and kissed her. It was unexpected for Aiko and that's why she was slow to respond, but she did and kissed him back. At first it was a soft kiss, but it soon became more intense, charged with a tension that had been building for years.
When they finally separated, they were both breathing heavily. Sae looked at her with a mixture of guilt and desire.
"This shouldn't have happened, Aiko, it's wrong. I want you to know that it's wrong so that the next time I try to do something, you'll stop me," he told her, his voice returning to a cold tone. "This is also why I'm leaving for Spain tomorrow, because I can't stand being near you any longer and not being able to do what I really want. I'm leaving for our own good."
Aiko didn't know what to say, but Sae didn't give her time to think either. She separated from her and without saying anything else she turned around and left the court. But before leaving he told her: "Aiko" she looked at him hoping that he wouldn't just leave like that, "Don't ever train here alone again, it's dangerous" he told her and left.
Aiko touched her lips, still feeling a tickle in them, and there she realized that her relationship with Sae would never be the same again.
Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.
Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.
Much to Ryusei's chagrin, you and Gojo decided that he would stay with Shoko until the two of you finished talking and arranging how parenting would go.
You noticed how when they both arrived with Ieiri, Satoru didn't greet her, you assumed he was offended with her because she also knew about Ryusei and didn't say anything to him. But from the look Shoko sent you, she wasn't too worried about Gojo's anger.
After that, you two decided to go talk at a cafe, well, actually Satoru told you "We'll talk at the usual cafe." and you just agreed.
The usual coffee shop was a place that, when you were dating, you loved to go. Satoru loved the mochis they made there and you loved the latte there.
What you didn't know was that Satoru hadn't gone there since the last time he went with you.
You two were sitting there, consciously or unconsciously, at the same table where you used to sit when you were teenagers.
It was a shame that this time's talk wasn't as fun as the ones you guys used to have.
Obviously you had to be the first to speak, "Well, I don't know what your requirements are going to be" you told him knowing perfectly well that with Satoru nothing was that easy, "But I say that Ryu keeps living with me and you can spend a few hours with him every day and-" he interrupted you.
"No" he said "No? not what?" you asked him, "I don't accept that proposal. "You take away the opportunity to spend the first three years with my son and now you think you are the one who can say what we are going to do?" you closed your mouth. “You are so wrong, Y/n.”
"First of all Ryusei will no longer carry the last name Mochizuki, he is Gojo from today onwards" you instantly disagreed, "No" you said, "Why not? He is my son" He responded, "Because just because he's your son, they can try to do something to him and I'm not going to allow them to hurt him" You told him, but he quickly replied, "Precisely because Ryusei has my last name and everyone knows that he is my son, no one is going to dare touch him even a hair. The opposite would be if no one else knows and gossip starts to spread, then maybe they will use it against me."
Satoru noticed that you were still not very convinced, but he knew perfectly well the tactics to convince you. So he softened his tone a little, took off his glasses and looked you in the eyes, "I promise I won't let anyone hurt Ryu." You sighed and ignored his gaze, knowing perfectly well what he was doing, but what bothered you was that even after years, that still had the same effect on you. "Fine, he will have your last name" Gojo smiled triumphantly and inwardly as he realized that, at least, you hadn't completely become a stranger in his eyes.
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Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.
Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.
Every step you took with Ryusei by your side you felt your heart go faster and faster. You couldn't explain how nervous you were. You were no longer afraid for Satoru.
Now you were scared of Ryusei and how he was going to take it, after all, it wasn't anything like a three-year-old boy meeting his dad for the first time.
When they finally reached the place where Gojo was, you crouched down in front of Ryusei and smoothed his unruly hair a bit. "Ryu, do you remember what you asked me to give you for your birthday?" you asked him, you felt the nerves eating away at your stomach. Your son nodded, of course he wasn't going to forget it, "My dad" he replied. "That's right, so I have someone who wants to meet you."
You stood up, letting Gojo see, who had removed the bandages and now you could see his eyes.
Ryusei opened his mouth upon meeting that man. The one that had left him very intrigued and with a strange feeling.
When Satoru was able to look, this time more calmly, at his son, he felt his heart skip a beat and a chill ran through his body. His white hair and his eyes that simulated the sky, he was the copy of him. But, Gojo was also able to appreciate some details that he had taken from you: he had inherited your small nose, your lips, and he also seemed to have brought out your always blushing cheeks.
"Are you my dad?" Ryusei asked shyly.
Since Ryusei began to become aware of things, the first thing he asked himself was who was his dad? But he felt that it was not an easy topic to ask you, so he kept it quiet for a long time.
Until it occurred to him to take advantage of his birthday to ask about him.
And it had to be admitted that the move turned out well, because now in front of him was his father.
Gojo squatted down to close the large height difference. "Yes, I'm your dad."
Ryu avoided the great desire that came to him to throw himself into his arms Instead he stretched out his small trembling hand, because of nerves, "M-my name is Mochizuki Ryusei, what's your name?"
Gojo looked at you out of the corner of his eye when he heard his son's last name, and your response was to raise an eyebrow, did he expect you to give him his last name?.
"Gojo Satoru," he replied, "Tell me, how old are you?" He asked Ryusei, "Yesterday I fulfilled these," the boy raised three fingers on his hand, "I asked mom as a gift to meet you, is that why you are here? Why have I never met you?".
You knew Ryusei and you knew that when he started asking questions, he didn't stop. So you approached and stood at the same height, next to Gojo. "Love, don't bombard him with questions" you told him, but Satoru raised his hand as a sign for you to shut up. "let him ask" He said without looking at you, "I promise you, Ryusei, as soon as I can I will answer all your questions, but not now. Now I have to talk to your mom about a lot of things."
Ryusei lowered his head a little disappointed, he thought that now he could finally spend time with his dad and Satoru noticed it.
"Calm down, then we will spend as much time as you want, okay?" Ryusei nodded, and looked at him. Both eyes, blue as the sky, stared at each other. And as if Gojo could read his son's mind, he opened his arms to him and Ryu rushed towards him.
You, on the other hand, felt a sense of peace upon seeing that scene and your eyes filled with tears. You were happy to know that Satoru had accepted him and that Ryusei was happy with his father.
But, when Satoru looked up and looked at you, he made shivers run through you.
Something told you that he wasn't going to leave it so easy for you.
Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.
Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.
Satoru remembered once, when he was fifteen years old, someone in his family told him that he had to have children for the Gojo legacy to continue to exist, and so that the world would not be unprotected from curses.
At that moment he only responded by rolling his eyes. He was just a teenager who only thought about having a good time and maybe sleeping with different women. But the idea of starting a family did not appeal to him.
Until he accepted his feelings towards you and the two of them started a relationship.
Until he saw you playing with Megumi and Tsumiki. Until he saw you trying to learn how to cook something delicious for those children who weren't even yours, but you loved them as if they were. Until he saw you comforting them when they fell and hurt themselves or had a nightmare.
When he saw all those moments he thought that the idea of having a child was not so bad. But only if I had it with you.
Perhaps, and even if it was wrong, because of that idea that had unconsciously settled in his head, the last few times they had sex he didn't care much about using a condom or not.
But he was wrong about something, in not talking to you about it. Because if only he had told you his desire to have a child with you, if he had only been more open, you would not have left.
But he thought it was not necessary to tell you. He thought that with all the love that he showed you daily, you would trust him and if you ever got pregnant you would tell him and you would both be happy.
But that didn't happen.
You got pregnant, but you didn't tell him anything and you left.
And he couldn't understand why.
Smoking was a habit you had long since given up. You haven't done it since you were a teenager, specifically since you started dating Satoru, who hated smoking. He lived scolding every time he saw you take out a cigarette and a lighter, he said that, in addition to smelling bad, it was also harmful to your health, so over time you stopped doing it.
Until an hour ago.
You didn't come back to the room after the argument you had with Satoru. You texted Shoko asking her to put Ryusei to sleep and you didn't tell her anything else.
You had already stopped crying and now you just limited yourself to inhaling the cigarette smoke and looking at nothing.
You wouldn't blame Gojo if he decided to never speak to you again. You hated yourself for ruining everything nice that you and Satoru ever had.
You had no coherent excuse for what you had done, except that you were a coward who got scared and ran away.
You weren't so concerned about whether or not Satoru would take care of Ryusei, you knew deep inside that Gojo Satoru would be incapable of not accepting his heir.
Now what occupies your worries was how you were going to cope with your relationship with Satoru, how were they going to organize about Ryusei's upbringing? if they couldn't even hold a conversation without arguing.
By the time you realized it, it was already dawn and soon you would have to meet Gojo.
You went back to your room and saw how Ryusei was fast asleep. You woke him up and helped him change and then left him with Shoko. You noticed that your son was a little quieter than usual, "Everything alright, Ryu?" you asked him and he just nodded. You thought maybe he was just tired.
"You have to tell me what happened last night" Ieiri told you when you left Ryusei with her, "I'll tell you everything well later. Now I have to go meet Gojo and see what he says" you told her and she smiled at you trying to calm your nerves, "I'm sure Satoru adored Ryu, after all, he's his copy."
When you arrived at the training ground, you were surprised not to find the students, nor Gojo there. You were about to turn around and go ask Yaga where they were, but when you did you found yourself face to face with Satoru.
The nerves invaded you.
"They went on a mission" he told you. "Ah" was the only thing that came out of you.
You two were silent, until you broke it.
You took a breath before saying what you were thinking of telling him. "Gojo, I have no excuses to give you why I ran away and didn't tell you that I was pregnant. Fear won me, and I'm not making excuses, I just didn't know what to do and-" He cut you off, "You were a coward and I thought that I was not dating a coward." His words hurt you, but you just swallowed and nodded, after all he was right. "Yes, I was a coward. And I'm so sorry Satoru, seriously, I'm sorry" you were sincere with your words and he noticed it, but right now he didn't care about your forgiveness.
"I didn't come to listen to your regrets. I came to talk about my son" you never got used to Gojo's serious tone, because he practically never used it with you. "I want to see him." he told you, and you clenched your jaw, you still hadn't planned how to tell Ryusei that Gojo was his dad. "Now?" you asked him, "Yes, now" he replied firmly. You sighed, "Okay, I'm going to go find him, wait here".
You started walking towards the infirmary, and meanwhile, you thought about how to explain the whole situation to your son.
It was time for Satoru and Ryusei to formally meet.
I'm really sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter and on top of that I accidentally posted it twice. I had a week full of exams and that's why I couldn't publish, plus I didn't have many ideas on how to follow the story either.
But here is chapter 19, I don't like it very much, but I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you very much for understanding and for all the support this story receives <3.
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Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.
Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.
You reacted to what was happening, swallowed nervously, but tried to pluck up your courage and approached them.
It was time to tell Gojo the truth. But you didn't want to do it in front of Ryusei, you preferred to talk to him about it in private.
And luckily, Shoko also turned the corner, She had decided to come out of her hiding place since several minutes had passed and no one had found her, so she thought she had already won. But she realized that this was not the case when you three turned to see her.
Your gaze connected with hers and you wished that the connection you had when you were teenagers would remain intact so that she could understand what you were asking of her, and luckily it was.
"Ryū" Ieiri approached him and held out her hand for him to take "Your mom has to do some things, we're going to open the presents, okay?" she told him, Ryusei accepted his aunt's hand, but before doing so, he looked at you. When those sky-colored eyes looked directly at you, you felt a chill, it was as if he knew something important was happening.
Ryusei looked at Gojo as well, and didn't take his eyes off him until he turned and was lost in the hallway. The boy was still intrigued with that man who had not said or done anything.
You didn't want to turn to see Satoru, you felt a weight in your stomach and as if you had stones in your throat, you couldn't speak, but you had to.
You turned around and there he was, you didn't know if he was looking at you or not, but that's what you felt. He was waiting for you to start talking, because he wasn't going to.
"Satoru" was the only thing that came out when you opened your mouth, you had no idea how to start the conversation, how to tell him something that surely he had already realized.
How you wished you could read his mind to know what he thought. How much you wished that at least he did not have the blindfold, so that you could see what they were transmitting.
"He is my son, isn't he?" he asked you directly. "L-let me explain" you told him stammering from your nerves, "Y/n, just answer the question" he told you. You looked down and nodded, "Yes, he is your son", you replied.
The heavy silence invaded the whole place.
"Gojo, I know you may not understand anything, but please let me explain" you said desperately. You felt desperate because he didn't tell you or show you anything.
You noticed how his jaw clenched and how his lips pursed slightly. "Why?" he asked with a cold voice, "Why the fuck did you hide from me that I had a son?" this time his tone rose a bit and his voice was harder.
"I-I was so scared and confused and didn't know what to do. I-I didn't know how to deal with the situation and I thought it was the best for everyone" your voice trembled, while your eyes became teary.
He gave a bitter, amused laugh. "Fear and confusion! Do you really think that's a valid justification for lying to me all this time? Besides, what the hell were you afraid of?" his tone rose higher.
"From everything! from how you were going to react and from my family. I didn't know what to do, Satoru, it was the only option that seemed good to me."
Satoru felt how your words touched his heart. Were you afraid of how he would react? perhaps he had not shown you enough love as for you to believe that he was not going to accept the son of the two of you?
"And what the fuck does your family have to do with it?!" he decided to ignore the other reason.
"You know my family, Satoru! You know perfectly well that they were going to take him and force him to be like them. And i-" he interrupted you.
"And what makes you think that I would have allowed them to take my son?". You shut your mouth at his response. Of course Gojo Satoru would not let anyone touch something that is his. "All these justifications that you are giving me are bullshit, because nothing justifies the fact that you decided for me. You decided that I was not going to accept my son and you left, you abandoned me!" He didn't really want to say that last one, it escaped him due to anger and exaltation. "And on top of it all, when you showed up after all these years, you didn't even try to tell me. I just found out because I found him, but what if i never found him? you were never going to tell me!".
Tears rolled down your cheeks and you hung your head, knowing deep inside that he was right. "I'm so sorry, Satoru" was the only thing you could reply to his words.
He sighed, feeling his blood boil with anger. He felt betrayed, disappointed, confused, and sad. And he no longer wanted to be near you, or talk to you. He just wanted to leave.
You noticed how he turned around ready to leave, but you still didn't want the conversation to end, so you reached out your hand to grab his arm, but your fingers never touched him.
For the first time since they met, Gojo Satoru didn't let you touch him, he activated his infinity with you.
And that ended up breaking your heart.
You did your best not to sound broken in your voice and told him: "Just, please, don't reject Ryusei. He is your son, your heir, and soon his energy and technique will begin to manifest, and we know that you are the only one who can help him and teach him".
As soon as you finished speaking, he disappeared from your sight. And you fell to your knees, crying uncontrollably.
