at your service

itoshi rin

rin looks at you like you’re a painting. as in: intensely, silently, reverently. 

the moment you face him? he looks away IMMEDIATELY. panics. pretends he wasn’t absolutely devouring you with his eyes two seconds ago. 

he will never admit it, but he memorizes things about you – your expressions, the way you hold your drink, the exact shade of your lip gloss. 

sae bullies him about it CONSTANTLY. “stop staring before she files a restraining order.” rin: “shut up.”  sae: “no, really. you look like a widowed victorian man longing for his wife.” 

his journal is… unhinged. he writes like a man trying to not sound in love while sounding VERY in love. 

“she was annoying today. her smile was overly bright. it was distracting.” (translation: “she said hi to me and my soul left my body.”) 

rin dreams about you and wakes up MORALLY OFFENDED. how dare his brain betray him with romantic imagery??? 

when you talk to him, he acts all cold and distant, but the MOMENT you leave, he exhales like he’s been underwater for half an hour. 

teammates see right through him: “bro, if she asked you to bark, you’d ask how loud.” 

rin threatens to break ankles the entire practice after that. 

he catches himself smiling when he thinks about you and immediately wipes the smile off like it’s a crime. spoiler: he fails. every time. 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t “yearn.” he “observes.” he “analyzes.” he “happens to look in your direction 20 times per hour for no reason.” 

his stares are lethal. soft, quiet, unreadable, but so focused that it feels like he’s studying you for midterms. 

if you smile at him? he looks away like you shot him. 

inside? full panic. heart doing cartwheels. 

he dreams about you in the softest ways imaginable: you resting your head on him, you holding his hand, you saying his name gently. he wakes up annoyed that he liked it. 

sae keeps notes, not journals. crisp bullet points that accidentally reveal how in love he is: “likes strawberry pastries.” “talks with her hands.” “should not smile at me unexpectedly.” 

rin figures out immediately. “nii-chan, you like her.” “no.” “you look at her like she hung the moon.” “stop talking.” 

when someone else compliments you, he gets this micro-expression of irritation. tiny. barely there. but oh, it’s THERE. 

you say his name and he looks at you with this soft, fleeting warmth that he immediately tries to bury. 

the boys tease him like crazy because he’s so calm about everything EXCEPT you. 

nagi seishiro

nagi falls in love like he’s falling into a beanbag – slowly, comfortably, and completely. 

he stares at you with the most peaceful, sleepy affection. like you soothe his soul just by existing. 

reo is suffering. 

“stop LOOKING at her like that bro.” “like what?” “like you want to hold her hand and nap on her shoulder for three hours.” 

he dreams about the simplest things: you two gaming together, you tying up his hair, you laughing at something stupid he said. he wakes up hugging his blanket like it’s you. 

nagi’s journal is his notes app. 2 AM chaos: “miss her.” “wish she was here.” “her voice is soft.” 

he will sit next to you even if there are 40 empty chairs. he gravitates toward you like a sleepy moon pulled by gravity. 

watches your hands a LOT. fascinated by how small they are compared to his. 

once zoned out staring at your face so intensely that a ball hit him square in the head. reo: “you good?” nagi: “yeah. she was pretty today.” reo: “that was not related.” 

if you praise him even a little, he melts. makes puppy eyes. becomes even clingier. 

mikage reo

reo is in LOVE. painfully, loudly, dramatically in love. 

he lights up when he sees you like someone just turned the sun on. 

he hovers around you like a happy, wealthy, enthusiastic golden retriever. 

and he’s not shy about staring – full on heart eyes, sparkly anime blush, dreamy smile. nagi threatens to walk away every time: “bro. you look insane.” 

he dreams about you constantly. romantic dates, hand-holding, you sitting on the hood of his car laughing under city lights. he wakes up kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. 

he keeps a journal and it is… a lot: “she wore that pastel sweater again. i think i died. i think this is heaven.” “she smiled at me today. i need to lay down.” 

he overshares about you constantly, too: “did you know she likes honey in her tea?” nagi’s like “you’ve said that six times 😔” 

buys you little gifts just because they “reminded him of you.” the team calls it his “love donations.” 

when you talk to him, he gets so soft. voice gentle, eyes warm, body language completely open. 

he literally daydreams about a future with you. he doesn’t even hide it. 

bachira meguru

bachira yearns with the enthusiasm of a kid who's had 3 sodas and zero supervision. 

he stares at you with this bright, sparkly amazement like you’ve just descended from the heavens to bless his day. 

he straight-up follows you around. little steps behind you like a curious cat. 

when you look at him, he always smiles. not a normal smile – the wide, starry-eyed one that makes his teammates groan like “oh god, he’s doing it again.” 

dreams about you constantly. chaotic dreams. like the two of you roller-skating through a neon city holding hands. he wakes up giggling. 

bachira doodles you in a journal. not even subtly. he draws little hearts around your name and little comic strips of you doing cute things. 

if you touch him? he absolutely melts. shoulders relax, eyes soften, entire soul leaves his body. 

he hypes you up SO MUCH behind your back. “she’s so cool.” “she’s the prettiest.” “she could beat you up.” 

everyone teases him because he talks about you constantly, like you’re his favorite topic, hobby, and religion all at once. 

watches you with this soft “i want to be next to you forever” expression he doesn’t even realize he’s making. 

shidou ryusei

shidou yearns like a man who has never heard the word “boundaries” in his life. 

he stares at you like you’re a dessert he’s about to devour. affectionate, but unhinged. 

he NEVER hides it. if anything he leans into it: “yeah i’m staring. got a problem, pretty?” 

dreams about you like he’s living in an enemies-to-lovers anime. dramatic. over the top. 

he wakes up sweating, heart racing, muttering, “damn, i’m so obsessed with her it’s kinda hot.” 

he definitely keeps a journal, but it’s chaotic scribbles in the messiest handwriting: “she looked cute today.” “i wanna ruin her lipstick.” “heart?? beating?? gross.” 

the team bullies him relentlessly because he talks about you with zero shame. karasu: “ya sound unhinged.” shidou: “thanks, i know.” 

if you so much as brush past him, he shuts down for a full three seconds like someone unplugged his brain. 

he’s loud about liking you, but the yearning? the REAL yearning? that’s in the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention – softer, quieter, almost boyish. 

he would never admit that part. 

karasu tabito

karasu acts like he’s above feelings, like he’s too cool for love. 

but the second you walk into a room, his eyes LOCK ONTO YOU like a hawk spotting prey. 

he smirks every time you talk to him because he’s trying to hide the fact that you make his stomach flip. 

his friends call him out constantly: “bro, you’re staring again.” “no i’m not.” “you’re literally SMILING.” 

dreams about you and pretends he doesn’t. if anyone asks why he slept in a good mood, he’s like “i always sleep like that.” lies. 

he doesn’t keep a journal, but he DOES have a note on his phone that he reads too often: “she called me ‘annoying’ today. cute.” 

gets irritated when other guys talk to you. not jealous-jealous, but that sarcastic “really? HIM?” kind. 

watches you do the most mundane things – tying your shoes, checking your phone – like they’re the most interesting things on earth. 

if you give him attention, a compliment, ANYTHING? he’ll act smooth, cocky, teasing… 

but internally? he’s kicking his feet, twirling his hair, writing your names together in cursive. 

kaiser michael

kaiser does NOT do feelings. he thinks he’s above all that silly romantic nonsense. 

and then you show up and he goes DEAD SILENT. like someone muted him. 

he watches you with that sharp, piercing gaze, like he’s trying to understand why he suddenly cares about someone other than himself. 

ness teases him relentlessly: “kaiser… you’re staring again.” “no i’m not.” “you blinked slower.” 

kaiser dreams about you in the stupidest, softest ways. he wakes up pissed about it. 

he has a journal, but it’s disguised as a strategy notebook. buried inside? pages like: “she said my name today. it sounded… nice.” “her laugh is annoyingly cute.” 

pretends he doesn’t care when other guys talk to you. in reality, he's tracking them like a predator. 

you compliment him once and he’s DONE FOR. his ears heat up and he looks away like “please don’t perceive me.” 

the team makes fun of how gentle he becomes around you – he opens doors, slows his pace so you don’t walk alone, gives you his water bottle. 

he acts annoyed, but everything he does around you is careful. intentional. protective. 

his yearning is quiet, but devastating. 

ness alexis

ness is the type to fall in love deeply and immediately. 

he looks at you like you’re something fragile and precious that he wants to hold, but won’t touch without permission. 

he follows you around not to annoy you, but because he genuinely enjoys your presence. 

when you smile at him? he short-circuits. goes full heart-eyes emoji. 

dreams about you constantly, but his dreams are the softest of them all – slow dancing, gentle kisses, you resting against his shoulder. 

wakes up with his heart pounding like he ran a marathon. 

he definitely keeps a journal and writes about EVERY interaction. “she asked me how i was today. her voice was soft.” “i hope she had a good lunch.” “her hoodie looked warm. maybe i should buy one, too.” 

the team absolutely TEASES him for how devoted he is. kaiser: “you look like a golden retriever waiting for treats.” ness blushes aggressively.  

he gets flustered way too easily. if you touch him, even casually, his entire face turns pink. 

he’s soft, loyal, gentle, and painfully obvious about how much he adores you. 

he looks at you like you hung the stars and he’s just grateful to orbit near them.