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You met Rin Itoshi in a game. Not as the Japanese phenomenon—Blue Lock’s number 10—but as rinzz_1, an ordinary guy. A bit grumpy, sure, but ordinary.

Just from the chat conversations, you could tell he was extremely introverted. He didn't send many messages; he kept things to the bare minimum.

You didn't mind much, figuring he probably wanted to focus on the game, so it was fine.

Then, after several days of playing together, Rin gave you his Discord. It was a basic account—clearly set up without much thought.

Not knowing what to say, you just sent a "hi." Rin replied with a "hi" too, and you were left not knowing what to say next. It was a bit awkward.

Even so, you started playing more games together, following each other on other social media platforms, and talking more.

Eventually, you had your first voice call. For the first two minutes, there was just silence; Rin didn't seem to want to talk much.

Still, you gathered the courage to strike up a conversation. Surprisingly, the talk began to flow. You found it amusing how Rin’s tone remained neutral—he never deviated from it.

Neither of you planned to show your faces to each other just yet, given that you’d only known one another for about four months. It wasn't a long time.

So, you’d just call and chat, without ever having seen each other.

Despite that, the relationship blossomed. Over eight months, you grew close; then, during a call where Rin had just woken up, he accidentally turned on his camera. His face appeared.

Long lower eyelashes, messy blue-green hair from tossing and turning in bed, and faint dark circles beneath those striking eyes. Okay, he was absolutely ethereal.

Rin didn't react much; a slight frown just appeared on his forehead. He was about to turn off his camera, but you accidentally turned yours on too. You stared at each other for about two minutes before switching them off, going back to what you were doing as if nothing had happened.

After a year of friendship, you finally met in person. Rin hadn't been too keen on the idea at first, but once he found out you lived in the same city, he wanted to see you. You met up at a mall near your home.

Seeing the Blue Lock prodigy standing right in front of you made your jaw drop and your eyes widen. Rin just rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to react but already looking a bit stressed.

You were still shy, but you played a claw machine game, bought milkshakes, and wandered around. Rin seemed satisfied.

He didn't mention hanging out again, but you knew he’d enjoyed it. You didn't know how, but you had learned to tell when he liked something.

You asked him to introduce you to the Blue Lock boys, but he aggressively shot down the idea—almost shouting at you—though you didn't know why.

That should have been a warning sign.

Gradually, Rin started sending you increasingly intrusive messages that made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

He became aggressive in his comments about other people, ignoring you for a while before suddenly talking to you again.

He started demanding that you block other friends, claiming they didn't play well enough.

Your instincts told you to get away from him as fast as possible. But no, you wouldn't. Rin was a good friend.

Now, you deeply regretted not trusting your own judgment.

You could feel Rin’s breath on your neck—he was panting, his mind clearly unhinged. He was trembling, twitching slightly, lost in a daze as he squeezed you in a suffocating embrace, trying to stop himself from overthinking. He had been hugging you for hours, not letting you leave even to get a drink of water. The attention was suffocating.

There was nothing left for you to do. Rin already seemed very focused on isolating you from everyone you knew and being your “best friend” forever and ever.

You don't know how it started, but whenever Sae tried to get close to you, your cat would scratch him. Your cat had always been very calm and docile, easily accepting affection, but with Sae, she seemed possessed.

The mood could be perfect—you and Sae cuddling and chatting about your day—but your cat would always jump right in between you.

After staying at your place for just a week, Sae already had about ten cat scratches on him.

However, since dating you practically meant adopting the cat too, there wasn't much he could do about it.

Had Sae ever tried to pet her? Yes, because you asked him to, but she would leap away or swat at his hand.

Had Sae ever tried to feed her? Yes, but the cat would just knock the food away.

Their relationship was truly unique. Sae would look at the cat with pure disdain, and she would scratch him back. It was a relationship built entirely on mutual hatred.

He didn't know what her deal was, but he was certain of one thing: she was the most protective cat he had ever seen. She seemed to view you almost like a kitten and wanted to shield you from him. The reason? Who knows.

You were sitting next to Sae, watching a movie. The atmosphere was cozy; your hands were intertwined, and you were sharing a bucket of popcorn. Moments like this were your favorite—times when you could just sit quietly and be affectionate with each other, undisturbed.

But... you had forgotten about the little demon in the house.

In the middle of the movie, Sae planted a light kiss on your cheek, making you blush happily and smile softly while keeping your eyes on the screen. Just then, you heard a loud purring sound—almost like a protest against the way Sae was clinging to you. (Mind you, he only had one arm draped over your shoulder.)

You shrugged, figuring you’d already done everything for your cat. You’d fed her, given her water, and spent the whole day petting and spoiling her; she had seemed completely content. But the moment she saw Sae close to you, her day was ruined.

You jumped in surprise when you saw your cat—who had been all the way across the room—launch herself in a massive leap, landing right in Sae’s face and scratching him again.

Afterward, she landed in your lap, asking for affection with soft purrs. Was the moment ruined? Yes, but after a few months, the little cat started to accept Sae.

You never expected to have a younger brother at the age of three. You were overjoyed when your mother announced that the family was growing; it wouldn't just be the two of you anymore.

Throughout the pregnancy, you followed your mother everywhere, hugging her belly and listening to the baby kick. From the second month on, your mother said the baby’s name would be Meguru. You liked the name, clapping your small hands.

When he was born, you stared at him for a good three minutes straight. He was chubby, adorable, and looked incredibly happy. Your mother smiled, looking at you affectionately.

“Do you want to hold him?” You were stunned, but you looked at him carefully and agreed. With the help of your mother—who was still a bit weak from the delivery—you took Meguru into your arms. He was a bit heavy, but you managed to lift him. He looked at you for a few seconds and let out a baby laugh that visibly moved your mother. You held him close.

From that moment on, your mother knew the two of you would be inseparable. And you really were.

You defended Bachira against boys who teased him, played soccer with him, and secretly gave him sweets when your mother said he couldn't have any. To Bachira, you would always be the most important person in his life—aside from your mother, of course.

By the time Meguru was 17 and you were 20, he remained incredibly close to you. He was kind of protective, even though he was younger. Seeing some of the Blue Lock boys have silly crushes on you made him slightly annoyed.

A/n: I tried reposting a version of this fic in Gojo's version on another account, but nobody saw it and it flopped (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

It was a rainy night; the rumble of thunder could be heard through the thin walls of your apartment. Despite the stormy weather, you could hear music blasting from the unit above—a party thrown by your neighbor, Ness. It was supposed to be a low-key affair—just a few people having the occasional beer—but his friend, Michael Kaiser, had shown up and turned the poor guy's place into a total disaster zone, leaving everyone wasted.

Still, you didn't go up to complain; you just took some headache medicine. After all, you were far too sleepy to get up and pick a fight with a neighbor.

It was late—around two in the morning—when a heavily intoxicated Kaiser stumbled his way home. To reach the elevator, he had to pass by your floor. (The architect clearly hadn't been a fan of the people living on the fourth floor— Ness’s floor.)

At that moment, he was so dizzy from the alcohol that he accidentally banged his head against your door. The noise startled you, making you think someone was trying to kill you.

The lights were already off; you were wearing sweatpants and an oversized shirt—originally your older brother’s, though you’d swiped it years ago. You approached the door cautiously anyway, clutching a cooking pot in your hands.

When you flung the door open, you swung the pot with full force—only to panic and die of embarrassment when you realized it was Kaiser. You had just whacked him right on the head with it.

You had to drag him inside by his feet; he was unconscious, and even though you were strong, there was no way you could carry a guy who was nearly two meters tall. You had put a cute-patterned bandage on his head (though it didn't make much difference, given that the pot was big enough to have struck half his skull). You sighed, leaving him on your sofa while you sat at the table, waiting for him to wake up.

When Michael opened his eyes, he was utterly confused. Where was he? He had definitely never set foot in this apartment before. He instinctively tried to get up from the sofa but let out a groan of pain; his head was throbbing. Kaiser looked around—his blonde hair a complete mess—and spotted you.

You had fallen asleep in the chair but woke up immediately when he let out a shout.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” he yelled, already preparing for a fight.

Your only reaction was to shout back—far too loudly, likely waking up the neighbor next door.

“I’M YOUR FRIEND’S NEIGHBOR! I ACCIDENTALLY HIT YOU WITH A POT, SO I HELPED YOU OUT!” The words tumbled out automatically, and you quickly covered your mouth.

You locked eyes for a full two minutes, both of you swallowing hard.

Afterward, you went with Kaiser to the hospital to check if he was okay. That was the day you exchanged numbers, since he insisted you’d have to pay up if anything was broken (spoiler: nothing was).

GN! Reader, Nagi and Reader are siblings, fluff, Reo is mentioned.

Even though it often looked to others like you were Nagi's babysitter—since you constantly had to do things for him, even while grumbling about it—you were, in fact, siblings.

People would be shocked at first, but then they’d notice the signs: you smacking Nagi on the head now and then, bickering with him constantly, yet also treating him with an almost maternal or paternal affection (likely because you were two years older).

Aside from Reo—his best friend who called him "treasure"—you were one of the few people who supported Nagi during his rough patches, like when he couldn't even manage to get out of bed properly.

Even though you didn't really talk to Reo—since neither of you knew how to strike up a conversation—you were incredibly grateful that he always treated your brother well, and you trusted him.

Fem! Reader, Reader plays volleyball, and it's mentioned that she looks similar to Rin, It's implied that Isagi became interested in you.

Ever since that cold night, life with your brothers had been complicated.

Rin seemed much quieter than before. Even when he was much younger, he often seemed to feel incredibly empty; soccer had changed that—Sae had changed that. But now... he seemed worse than before. He appeared to play soccer with anger and frustration—anything but the happiness he used to feel on the pitch.

You were never much of a soccer player; volleyball was the sport that made you feel truly comfortable. You had tried playing soccer with your brothers a few times, but the feeling you got from volleyball was far more comforting. Even so, after that day, Rin began to look to you for inspiration, too—not because of your skills in your own sport, but because of the control you commanded on the court, which made everyone trust you implicitly and look to you for the final play.

You supported him at his matches, always there in the stands, never missing a game. After all, you knew Rin needed support during this difficult time. Losing his greatest idol—who was also his own brother—was devastating.

In moments like those, you would remember when Sae was younger and used to follow you around the house, sometimes even imitating you.

Rin would never say it out loud, but he was always grateful to you. He began to return the favor by attending your volleyball matches. However, one random day, when he was heading to the court where you were playing, Bachira and Isagi decided to tag along. Did he agree? No, of course not—but they followed him anyway, without him realizing it.

At first, they didn't notice anything remarkable, until they looked at you and were shocked.

They saw the physical similarities between you and Rin—the long eyelashes, hair similar to his; you were basically a female version of him, just the volleyball-playing kind, and without the tongue-sticking-out habit. It was obvious that you were his younger sister!

The two of them (well, actually just Bachira—Isagi was a little afraid Rin might punch him) kept pestering Rin to find out more about you (he didn't answer a single question).

After a couple of days, Isagi found your Instagram and discovered that you were actually the older sister. It was a bit embarrassing, since Bachira had already spread the word all over Blue Lock that you were the younger Itoshi sibling. He had to go around setting the record straight with everyone. At first, some were a little surprised, but they soon recognized you (Those who watched things about general sports). You were on the team that won the national championship; you were known for playing very well.

Best friend! Charles Chevalier, crack fic.

Charles was at your place again. You two had been friends since childhood, and since you were both kind of... chaotic, it was absolute hell whenever you were in the same room.

He was just chilling until he heard you giggling under the blanket, which confused him. You’d been quiet for about ten minutes, and he could hear a voice speaking. Charles wondered if you were dating someone and stifled a laugh; if that were the case, he was going to tease you so much.

Then he lifted the blanket and saw you watching... a dubbed Gacha Life mini-movie. You and Charles stared at each other for about thirty seconds, and he started laughing—but the hypocrite ended up lying down next to you after a couple of minutes and started watching too.

You stayed there, occasionally complaining about the characters' stupid decisions or cringing hard at the romantic scenes.

After that day, you made a habit of watching Gacha Life content together, like reaction videos and mini-movies. It was funny how, after a cute scene, you’d look over at Charles and see him looking horrified.

GN! Reader.

Ness always harbored a certain fear of abandonment; that was pretty obvious. After all the disappointments he’d faced with important people in the past, he had developed an apprehension that acted like a barrier.

But when he met you, the magic slowly returned to his heart. It was still hard. He knew he ought to keep his guard up, but around you, that was always... impossible.

The way you’d whisper compliments in his ear or gently adjust his clothes before heading out—all of it made his cheeks flush a soft pink and brought a goofy smile to his face, one he tried his best to suppress.

Life by your side was challenging. The fear that you might leave one day without explanation would always creep in, prompting him to try and pull away.

Yet, within two days, he’d be back in your arms, listening to you call him a "good boy" and feeling your soft kisses on his cheek.

Despite all the struggles, you never left. It was just you and him.

GN! Reader, Gyaruo! Shidou; it’s somewhat implied that Shidou is more than just a friend, and the Reader is a bit nearsighted.

When you invited Shidou over, you didn't expect him to show up looking so disheveled, wearing a floral shirt and black shorts.

You stared at him in disbelief. Shidou was usually stylish, but today definitely wasn't his day.

Shidou laughed at your reaction.

"Relax, you look like you've seen a ghost." You simply replied, "Worse than that."

He let out another giggle. He stepped inside, and his intentions were pretty clear: Cling to you like a koala, and maybe give you a few kisses.

You were used to it by now, so you just went along with it. Shidou had some odd habits—like playfully trying to bite your head—but that had become normal, too.

It was late into the night, and you had nothing to do. But then, a lightbulb went off in your head.

Shidou was a gyaruo, so why not try doing his makeup? Your eyes lit up at the idea.

You immediately dragged him into your bedroom.

Shidou was a bit confused at first, but he soon understood the reason. He smiled.

Since you were somewhat nearsighted, with three degrees of myopia, and had lost your glasses, you sat on his lap to see better. That way, you wouldn't smudge anything. Surprisingly, Shidou stayed perfectly still.

As you worked on his makeup, you chatted casually. It took about eighteen minutes to finish.

Shidou looked at you for a moment and flashed that signature mischievous grin of his.

"Aren't you going to give me a reward for sitting so still?" he asked.

Isagi was never one to talk much about his personal life with the Blue Lock boys, and that didn't change when it came to revealing he was dating someone. It wasn't out of embarrassment; he simply forgot to mention it to his friends. The only person he’d told since day one was Bachira.

But before he could tell the others... the media found out first.

It was funny when Isagi was walking down a Blue Lock hallway and Aiku called him a lucky guy. He was incredibly confused—until Bachira mentioned seeing "the post." What post?

When he finally checked his phone, he saw a social media post from a fan showing a photo of you and Isagi walking down the street holding hands. Your face wasn't clearly visible in the picture.

Social media was in chaos; some of Isagi's fans claimed the photo was fake, while others were already scouring the internet for information about you.

Even during interviews, reporters kept asking who you were and how long you’d been dating. After declining to comment in about four interviews, Isagi finally confirmed the relationship.

A few days later, he posted a photo of the two of you watching a movie at the theater.

⋆˙⟡ Rin never imagined himself opening up to anyone. The idea of ​​having to detail his feelings made him uncomfortable; pitying looks and empty words stressed him out.

He met you at a convenience store. You had been working there for about two years.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to you, but since he went there almost daily, you started talking to him more. After a few months, Rin began to grow fond of you. It wasn't just because you always spoke to him, but rather how you did it. You were gentle and never asked intrusive questions. He found your presence bearable.

As you grew closer, you even went to a coffee shop together.

Rin felt comfortable around you. Your conversations weren't particularly deep—mostly just ordinary talk about daily life. You knew the younger Itoshi didn't like discussing his personal life, so you were willing to wait until he felt ready to open up.

After several outings and casual conversations, you started dating. Rin trusted you by then; he knew your empathy wasn't an act—you were a genuinely kind person.

One night at his place, while you were just talking, Rin spoke with a hint of hesitation, as if he was reluctant to broach the subject at first.

"I sort of... feel empty sometimes. It’s hard to sleep or do anything else. I just feel kind of tired."

You simply listened. You didn't offer empty words or interrupt him; you just nodded, gently encouraging him to go on. Little by little, Rin became more at ease, speaking about how he truly felt.

After a moment of silence, he looked you in the eye—really looked at you. You were truly amazing. His eyes shone.

(Sorry if the fanfic is bad, I'm using Google Translate to translate it into English)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ You should have been suspicious sooner. The relationship with Ness started out sweetly—a romance straight out of the movies—but that only lasted for about five months. Whenever you mentioned your friends, he would claim they were toxic and insist you distance yourself from them.

Blinded by love, you gradually stopped talking to your friends, until months had passed since you’d last spoken to anyone other than Ness. A childhood friend tried to message you, but coincidentally your phone broke that very day; your boyfriend had "accidentally" smashed it.

Was the loneliness overwhelming? Yes, deeply so. You thought of your friends every day. But at least you had your boyfriend there to comfort you, telling you that they were the ones who had abandoned you.