Ohagi

the first time you responded, yuki felt himself get a little happier but decided to cling to the last bit of professionalism he had. that day was the first time you saw yuki's smile reach his eyes and maybe you blushed & decided to hide behind the canvas in hopes he didnt notice.

after that day, you two started being a lot friendlier to each other, most of the time he'd initiate interactions but on the rare occasions you got over your self-imposed """artistic""" isolation you'd approach him to have lunch together during his breaks and what not. nothing really that bad, you'd just chat for a bit during his breaks. you even exchanged numbers.

the first time you ever saw eachother outside of work was when yuki had to go to bllk and you tagged along till he had to get picked up. before he got on he gave you a smile and that'd be the 2nd time you saw him genuinely smile and not put on that fake polite small of his

(un)fortunately, there was no canvas to hide your face as you stared at him with a starstruck expression. he noticed and his smile got a little wider before he waved you goodbye and got on the bus.

it was getting boring without him, your clients were all boring yet nice people. not nice enough to start conversations with you but you appreciated their silence.

deciding to try to occupy yourself with something less boring while yukis gone you began painting him as best as you could from memory. attempting to replicate what you saw him as in your mind.

most of your pieces looked as if you were drawing a divine entity rather than a person, and maybe he was that to you. every painting of yuki had the feeling of fogginess imbued in it that got stronger every time you painted him.

the foggier it was, the more apparent it became that you're starting to forgot his features.

when the u-20 match was announced, you attended it in hopes that the object of your works would be there, and he was.

once you saw him only did you realize how off your paintings were. you didn't realize that you painted him so beautifully, from your perspective your painting were an accurate recreation of what he looked like.

the realization that you might be feeling something for him (causing all the paintings looking dreamy) struck you and you decided to test it out, doubtful of your underlying feelings for the model.

you started sketching him on the small commonplace book you had and compared it to one of the photos you took of your past paintings.

in your sketch, yukimiya seemed so much more accurate as to what he looks like right now. in your paintings, however...

well, that's not good. for all you know he could just see you as a painter or artist for him, someone he just has to be nice to but when you recall the moments he smiled genuinely— they were all directed at you or caused by you.

the cheers of the crowd snap you out of your thinking, putting away your phone and book, you decided o simply watch the match in hopes that it'd distract you from the realization you've made.

after blue locks win, you immediately leave the stadium, thoughts clouded with that dumb models face, one you werent supposed to be thinking or having romantic thoughts about.

the next day you get a text from yuki, asking if you'd like to meet up since he got a 2 week break from blue lock. you pretend you didn't see the text, not even daring to open up his contact in fear that he'll notice that you're scared to talk to him after your realization.

you power off your phone and decide to go to your favorite cafe in shibuya to paint, hoping that it'll calm you down instead of making you think about how yuki reached out to you. it probably means nothing! you should calm down.

you try to stuff your thoughts about yuki in the back of your head to focus on your painting, your attempts are unsuccessful at best and bring you back to thinking about him at worst.

you sigh and look out of the cafes window in hopes to find something to paint. there's some people cosplaying, others taking photos, most just minding their own business & going to wherever.

the sight looks a bit boring, nothing really stands out to you until you see a spike of purple-blackish hair peeking through the crowd. furrowing your eyebrows you stood up in your seat to get another glance at what that is.

that looks like one of the players in the blue lock eleven line up, tabito karasu was it? ah well, it's really nothing that interesting, you could get a photo of him online and use it as reference at home. for now you want to—

if karasus here then... shit.

when you realize it, it's already too late, yuki spotted you hiding your head in your arms while sitting at your isolated table when searching for a seat after his group entered the cafe.

thisishorriblethisishorriblethisis—

“[name]?” yuki cuts through your thoughts with a mall smile on his face, standing at your table. slowly you raise your head from the confines of your arms covering it.

“yes..?” you answer hesitantly, it's over. he knows you ignored his texts on purpose, he'll surely hate you now.

“thank goodness you're here, I was wondering if you were alright since you weren't answering my texts, but I suppose you were busy then, hm?” huh. it's not all that bad, maybe you should've thought about how nice he is to you so far before you thought all those things but whatever.

“oh. uhm, yeah, thanks.. sorry for not replying..” you mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the nape of your neck as you sat up in your seat, yuki laughed and you froze for a moment, it was so long that you havent heard him laugh— or talk, or really anything. and his friends seem to have noticed that considering that karasu tabito and the other guy next to him with a green streak in his hair are making kissy faces at the two of you after noticing the way you're looking at their friend.

yuki doesnt seem to notice considering they're behind him so you're suffering alone while attempting (and failing) to not get red in the face from their antics with yuki infront of you.

・・・

yukis gaze falls on the canvases infront of you, notably the one of him painted oh so dreamily and he halts. he wonders if you've always draw him like this but from the art hes seen when he was still there it doesn't seem like it. yuki feels the tips of his ears & face get warmer, he'd like to think he's just embarrassed but his rapid heart beat says otherwise.

you realize he's staring at the paintings of him when you were going based off memory and shove them in your bag hastily, standing up and mumbling something along the words of “sorry i have to go” before running out of the cafe in embarrassment at how big of a blunder you just made. who meets their muse, lets them see their dreamy paintings of THEMSELVES and then runs out?? oh you're so doomed, it's over.

・・・he'll understand. you hope.

after that frankly awkward and messy reunion you failed to try and get over it, honestly that was such a big mess up, how are you gonna be able to talk to him now? do you just go up to him and apologies? tell him you have a crush on him? or lie and say you were experimenting with different styles?

while you're pondering your next course of action you complete miss the way a shadow is looming over your sitting form during your lunch break at work, it's only when the figure clears their throat do you look up, ready to apologies only to be met with yuki himself. you're basically screwed now, might as well put the fries in the bag because NO way you're going to survive this one.

yuki sits down and hands you a cup of coffee, setting down a croissant & some pastries and begins talking to you as if he hadnt just seen strong evidence of you having a crush on him. for the first few minutes, you're silent— nodding along every few to let him know you were listening even though you really werent since you were internally freaking out and trying to keep it cool on the outside.

and then, by some miracle, you start responding verbally and going back and forth with him while having some of what he brought with him.

maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you thought, maybe you were just overthinking his tolerance/likeness for you. actually, you were definitely overthinking but whatever.

afterwards, the topic of your paintings of him never came up again, he's still your muse and you're still his artist and maybe it'll stay like that forever.

Farmers notes ;; sigh i love my yuki crazed moot!

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Kiyora Jin whose short height practically hid him between the players, his half-covered face being the only helpful feature you had to recognize him. Staring for a good minute, you let out a sigh before gaining the courage to walk up and get over the greetings, data sheets neatly tucked under your arm. As if he’d sensed your decision, the boy also turned around, locking eyes with you while raising his hand for a wave.

“My manager?” he asked, glancing at the stack of papers you held with his name printed on one of them.

“Yup.” you said, giving a bow as you introduced yourself with a small smile. You hoped for a similar reaction but other than the bow, he just nodded along to what you were saying before finishing the 2 minute convo with a “cool” as he walked back to the field.

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•Kiyora, as you quickly learned from first impressions, is the king of short answers. No unnecessary words—just the essentials. Yes, no, and his personal favorite: ‘kay.

•He uses the last one for everything—you could be explaining the new training program, upcoming schedules and practice matches but all he’ll do is reply with the same expression, not even bothering to ask any questions.

•”Kay, sounds good.”

•Lucky for you, his love for sports makes up for the lack of communicational skills and enthusiasm, the spark of playing soccer shining every time he’s on the field.

•Very relaxed and he’s pretty good at following the schedules too. No need to repeat things twice, he’s already awake with his suit on—prepared to start the day with 10 laps. Meeting’s in an hour? Give him 5 minutes and he’s ready to go.

•Kiyora despite his quiet nature seems to love picking fights not just with his teammates but with his one and only manager as well. Arguing over trivial things is a daily occurrence—“it serves as a way to get to know the other better” he says but you’re not entirely sure if this is the best way to do it.

•Subtle care, no big words or actions. He knows when you’re tired, hangry, annoyed or happy and is able to smoothly adjust to your mood. Always lends you his jacket during the colder trainings outside, and shares his water with you. No need to ask for permission, just take it.

•Most of the time he’s the one to apologize after pissing you off for no reason, offering to show you some breakdance moves as a way to reconcile.

•Talking about breakdance, he incorporates it into his play style quite well, proving you how he’s truly as good as he says. You’ve seen him practice in the gym when he’s not working out and damn, he really could be a gold medalist if he wanted to.

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Kiyora and you have been spending enough time together for you to know how he would never skip practice yet his annoying habit of arriving just on time—similar to a certain crow head—doesn’t seem to go away.

•Trainings are fine, but not a day goes by without you challenging him over the most mundane things, hoping to get just a bit more energy out of him. The one trick that always works? Questioning his abilities or casually dropping a, “I’m probably better than you, huh?”

•Little competitions are the only way to make this man move his ass faster than a turtle if you want to get some extra work done by the end of the day.

•Kiyora somehow also becomes your unwanted personal coach, dragging you into early morning laps alongside him while you go over the day’s schedule. You hate how it’s the only way he’ll actually listen—but he insists it’s all for the “health benefits.”

•DON’T interrupt his nap of 1.5 hours, he needs it to properly function so you gotta incorporate it into his daily schedule—no matter what. If he feels affectionate enough, he’ll sleep in your lap like a cat while you brush his hair out of his face.

•You two somehow always end up standing close to each other—be it in meetings or on the benches. Like two inseparable toddlers. They say none of you can go anywhere without the other following or watching and you know what—they are right.