#bllk fluff

"...Sae?"

The tiny kitten blinked once.

His bright teal eyes never left yours.

You stared.

He stared.

"..."

"...No."

Your brain refused to process what your eyes were seeing.

You had gone to sleep beside your very human boyfriend.

You were absolutely certain of that.

There had been no cats in your apartment.

No stray kittens.

No pets.

Nothing.

"...This is a dream."

The kitten slowly narrowed his eyes.

...Exactly the way Sae did whenever someone said something he found ridiculous.

Your mouth slowly fell open.

"No..."

The kitten let out another tiny,

"Mrrp."

"..."

"...Sae?"

The little ears twitched.

Your heartbeat picked up.

"Oh my God."

You shot upright in bed so quickly that the kitten lost his balance, rolling onto the blanket with the tiniest, most offended squeak.

"...!"

"Oh!"

You immediately scooped him into your hands.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The kitten glared at you.

Actually glared.

How...

How was that even possible?

"You..."

You held him at eye level.

"...Blink twice if you're Sae."

The kitten didn't blink.

Instead...

He slowly lifted one tiny paw...

...and gently tapped your forehead.

"..."

"...Did you just call me an idiot?"

"Mrrp."

"..."

"YOU DID!"

You stared at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter.

"There is absolutely no way..."

The kitten looked deeply unimpressed.

"You actually are Sae..."

He sighed.

A real sigh.

Coming from a kitten.

"Oh, this is unbelievable."

You carefully set him on the bed before grabbing your phone.

Your fingers moved at lightning speed.

'Boyfriend turned into a cat overnight.'

Search.

Nothing.

You tried again.

'Can mysterious sports drink turn human into kitten?'

Nothing.

'How to reverse accidental cat transformation.'

Still nothing.

The mattress dipped.

You looked down.

Tiny Sae had quietly walked across the blanket...

...and planted himself directly on top of your phone.

"..."

"...Move."

"Mrrp."

"I need that."

The kitten curled into a perfect little loaf.

"...Sae."

No response.

"You are literally sitting on the only thing helping us."

He slowly closed his eyes.

"..."

"...Are you ignoring me?"

Silence.

You sighed dramatically.

"So that's a yes."

Giving up, you gently lifted him off the phone.

The tiny kitten immediately reached out with both front paws...

...and held onto your wrist.

You froze.

"..."

He didn't seem to realize he was doing it.

Or maybe...

He did.

The moment he noticed you'd stopped moving, he quickly let go and looked away.

"...Cute."

The kitten's ears flattened.

"Mrrp."

"You are."

He turned his entire body around, presenting you with his fluffy back.

"...You're sulking."

His tail flicked.

"Oh my God."

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

"This is exactly what you'd do as a human."

After somehow convincing yourself not to panic...

You carried him into the kitchen.

"Okay."

You placed him carefully on the counter.

"First things first."

You opened the cupboard.

"I don't have cat food."

Tiny Sae looked at the empty counter.

Then at you.

Then back at the counter.

"..."

"...Don't look at me like that."

He continued staring.

"I wasn't expecting my boyfriend to wake up as a kitten!"

He blinked.

"...Fair."

You opened the refrigerator.

"Hm..."

Milk.

Eggs.

Fruit.

Bread.

Leftover grilled salmon.

The kitten's ears perked up almost instantly.

"..."

"...Seriously?"

His eyes never left the salmon.

"You don't want milk?"

He looked at the bowl.

Then slowly looked away.

"...Not interested?"

Nothing.

"So..."

You held up the container of salmon.

"This?"

His tail gave the tiniest flick.

"..."

"...You're impossible."

A few minutes later, a tiny plate of shredded grilled salmon sat in front of him.

The kitten sniffed it once.

Then began eating with tiny, surprisingly neat bites.

No mess.

No rushing.

No greed.

Even as a cat...

Sae somehow had table manners.

You rested your chin in your palm, smiling.

"You know..."

He glanced up.

"...You're ridiculously adorable."

He immediately stopped eating.

"Mrrp."

"What?"

"Mrrp."

"I know you're judging me."

He continued chewing without another sound.

"...You're definitely judging me."

Once he'd finished breakfast, he carefully licked one paw...

Then cleaned his face with slow, practiced motions.

You couldn't stop smiling.

"...You're grooming yourself."

He paused.

Realization slowly crossed those bright teal eyes.

He looked at his paw.

Then at you.

"..."

His ears lowered.

"...Embarrassed?"

He immediately hopped off the chair.

"Sae?"

He walked away with as much dignity as a kitten could possibly manage.

"...Sae?"

Without looking back...

He disappeared around the corner.

"..."

"...Did my boyfriend just storm off because he caught himself acting like a cat?"

A tiny,

"Mrrp!"

Echoed from the living room.

You couldn't hold it in anymore.

You laughed so hard tears gathered in your eyes.

"This..."

You wiped at your face.

"...is going to be the longest twenty-four hours of my life."

To Be Continued...

A/n:- tired as hell but this is funnn!!part:-3 tomorrow!!

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You'd always known Sae wasn't exactly... expressive.

He wasn't the type to send random "I miss you" texts, nor did he show up at your apartment unannounced without a reason.

Which was exactly why the knock on your door at almost eleven-thirty at night made you frown.

You padded across your apartment, peeking through the peephole before unlocking it.

"...Sae?"

He stood outside with one hand tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, his teal eyes looking more exhausted than usual. His hair was slightly messier than normal, and despite maintaining his usual calm expression, there was something... off.

"You look terrible."

"Thanks."

You smiled.

"I meant tired."

"I know."

Stepping aside, you let him inside.

The familiar scent of rain drifted in with him before the door clicked shut behind you.

"You weren't answering your phone."

"I was practicing."

"...Until eleven?"

He hummed.

"You overdid it again, didn't you?"

Silence.

That was enough of an answer.

You sighed dramatically.

"Sit."

"I'm fine."

"Sae."

"..."

"The couch."

With the tiniest sigh, he obeyed.

"You're bossy."

"I'm taking care of my boyfriend."

"I never asked."

"You also never ask for help."

"..."

"Exactly."

You disappeared into the kitchen while Sae quietly observed your apartment.

It had slowly become a second home for him.

His slippers sat neatly beside yours.

A hoodie he'd forgotten weeks ago was hanging over the dining chair.

There was even an extra toothbrush in your bathroom that he stubbornly insisted wasn't his despite using it every time he stayed over.

You returned carrying two mugs of hot tea.

"Here."

He accepted it with a quiet "Thanks."

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke.

Comfortable silence had always been your thing.

Then...

Your eyes landed on a tiny glass bottle sticking out of his hoodie pocket.

"What is that?"

Sae glanced down before pulling it out.

"Oh."

The bottle was empty except for a few drops of bright blue liquid clinging to the sides.

"New sports drink?"

"Apparently."

"Apparently?"

"It was handed out after practice."

You raised an eyebrow.

"And?"

"It tasted strange."

"Define strange."

"...Like mint mixed with blueberries."

"That doesn't sound bad."

"It also fizzed."

"..."

"...Without being carbonated."

You blinked.

"...That sounds illegal."

"It probably is."

You burst into laughter.

For a second...

You caught the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his lips.

Success.

"I knew I could make you smile."

"I didn't."

"You literally just did."

"I didn't."

"Liar."

He looked away.

"...Maybe a little."

"There he is."

"Who?"

"My boyfriend."

Sae rolled his eyes, though the softness lingering in them betrayed him.

"You've been working too much."

"I have responsibilities."

"You also need sleep."

"I'll sleep."

"When?"

"...Eventually."

You crossed your arms.

"No."

"No?"

"You're staying here tonight."

"I have clothes at home."

"You have clothes here."

"..."

"You left half your wardrobe in my apartment."

"I did not."

"Oh really?"

Without another word, you walked toward your bedroom.

Sae frowned before quietly following.

You opened your wardrobe dramatically.

The left side held your clothes.

The right side...

A black hoodie.

A training jacket.

Three t-shirts.

Two pairs of sweatpants.

A pair of socks.

His scarf.

His gloves.

And somehow...

A pair of football boots sitting in the bottom corner.

You slowly looked at him.

"...Explain."

"..."

"Sae."

"...I forgot."

"You forgot an entire closet?"

"It accumulated."

You laughed so hard you had to hold onto the wardrobe door.

"This is ridiculous."

"You didn't complain before."

"Because every week there's something new!"

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"...That's fair."

You pulled one of his oversized hoodies off the hanger and tossed it at him.

"Bathroom."

"I can sleep like this."

"You smell like a football field."

"I showered."

"After practice?"

"..."

"You didn't."

"I was coming here."

"Exactly."

He accepted defeat with another quiet sigh.

"I'll shower."

"Good."

As he disappeared into the bathroom, you couldn't help smiling to yourself.

Moments like these were your favorite.

No fancy dates.

No expensive gifts.

Just... existing together.

Twenty minutes later, Sae emerged with damp hair, wearing one of the hoodies he'd accidentally moved into your apartment months ago.

You blinked.

"...You look comfy."

"I am."

"You basically live here."

"I don't."

"You literally have socks in my closet."

"..."

"...Those are strategic socks."

You laughed so loudly that he looked mildly offended.

"Strategic?"

"So I don't forget them."

"You forgot them because you left them here."

"I remembered where they were."

"You are impossible."

"So I've been told."

You walked over and reached up to towel-dry his damp hair.

"Sae."

"What?"

"Stay still."

"I'm capable of drying my own hair."

"I know."

"Then why?"

"Because I want to."

He went quiet.

His shoulders relaxed almost immediately.

You gently ruffled his soft pink hair with the towel, smiling when he closed his eyes for a brief second.

"...Comfortable?"

"...Mm."

"What was that?"

"...Nothing."

"I think my grumpy boyfriend likes being pampered."

"I tolerate it."

"Mhm."

You reached up and poked his cheek.

"So cute."

"I'm not cute."

"You absolutely are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"No."

"You literally closed your eyes because I was drying your hair."

"..."

"...I was blinking."

You snorted.

"Sure."

By the time midnight rolled around, the two of you were curled up on the couch watching whatever random movie happened to be playing.

You weren't really paying attention.

Sae rested against the armrest, one hand absentmindedly intertwined with yours.

His thumb lazily brushed over your knuckles every now and then.

The apartment was quiet.

Peaceful.

Comfortable.

You looked over.

"...Still feeling okay after that weird drink?"

"Hm?"

"The mystery beverage."

"I feel..."

He paused.

"...Sleepy."

"Maybe because you've barely slept this week."

"Probably."

You yawned.

"Come on."

"Where?"

"Bed."

He didn't argue this time.

Within minutes, both of you were tucked beneath the blankets.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

You instinctively scooted closer.

Sae wrapped one arm around your waist without even opening his eyes.

"...Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Within moments...

The apartment fell silent.

Neither of you noticed the faint shimmer of blue light escaping from the empty bottle sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter.

Nor the tiny sparkle that drifted beneath the bedroom door...

...before disappearing into the darkness.

The next morning...

Something soft brushed against your cheek.

You frowned, still half asleep.

"...Sae..."

Another soft brush.

Followed by the tiniest...

"...mrrp."

Your eyebrows knitted together.

"...Did you just... meow?"

Silence.

You slowly opened one eye.

And froze.

Sitting neatly on your pillow...

Was the smallest fluffy kitten you'd ever seen.

Soft rose-colored fur.

Bright teal-green eyes.

And the exact same unimpressed expression...

...as your boyfriend.

"..."

"...No."

The kitten blinked once.

Then let out another tiny,

"...mrrp."

You stared.

The kitten stared back.

Neither of you moved.

"...Sae?"

The kitten slowly closed his eyes...

As if already regretting every decision that had led to this exact moment.

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The Smile That Wasn't for the Cameras ✨

Context:- where you get very overwhelmed by your fans so your boyfriend decided to save the day💫

Pairing:- chigiri X reader,kaiser X reader

Chigiri X reader:-

The stadium buzzed with excitement long before the match had even reached its end.

You, one of Japan's most beloved idols, had been invited as a special VIP guest. Cameras had already captured you several times throughout the match, your smile lighting up the giant screen whenever it appeared.

It was nothing new.

Being recognized had become part of your everyday life.

Wanting to avoid the post-match crowd, you quietly left your seat before the final whistle.

A few fans noticed.

Then a few became dozens.

"Wait... that's Y/N!"

"The idol!"

"Can I get a selfie?"

"Please sign my album!"

The hallway erupted into chaos as fans rushed toward you, desperate for even a second of your attention.

At first, you smiled politely.

You always did.

It was your job.

But the crowd kept growing.

People pushed closer.

Phones surrounded your face.

The smile you had perfected for years slowly disappeared as your breathing became uneven...

"Everyone, please step back."

The crowd instinctively turned.

Crimson hair caught the stadium lights as Chigiri Hyoma walked toward you, his composed expression hiding the irritation in his ruby eyes.

He quickly noticed your trembling hands.

Without a second thought, he stepped between you and the crowd, shielding you from the sea of cameras.

"She's overwhelmed," he said firmly, his gaze sweeping across the fans. "Please give her some space."

Security finally rushed over, creating enough room for Chigiri to reach you.

"Can you walk?" he asked softly, making sure his voice was only loud enough for you to hear.

You gave him a small nod.

"Good."

His hand hovered near yours, careful not to grab it without permission.

"If you're comfortable with it... come with me."

You gently placed your hand in his.

His grip was warm.

Steady.

Reassuring.

He guided you through the hallway while security held the crowd back, eventually leading you behind a pair of private doors.

The Players' VIP Lounge welcomed you with complete silence.

The muffled cheers from the stadium became nothing more than a distant echo.

You finally let out the breath you had been holding.

Chigiri quietly handed you a bottle of water before sitting across from you, giving you enough space to feel comfortable.

"You don't have to force yourself to smile here," he said with a gentle smile.

"You've probably spent your whole career smiling for everyone else."

You quietly looked down at the bottle in your hands, your fingers still trembling slightly.

"I feel bad..." you whispered. "They were only excited to see me."

"They were," Chigiri replied softly. "But admiration should never make someone forget your boundaries."

Silence settled between the two of you.

Comfortable.

Warm.

Your shoulders slowly relaxed, though you still looked shaken.

Chigiri noticed.

Without saying a word, he took a step closer and gently draped his team jacket over your shoulders.

The fabric still carried a faint trace of his cologne.

"You'll catch a cold," he murmured.

You blinked up at him.

"But... what about you?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I'll be fine."

His fingers lightly adjusted the jacket around you before meeting your eyes.

"You spend every day making thousands of people smile."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"So... who's there to make sure you smile?"

Your heart skipped a beat.

The room suddenly felt much quieter.

Much smaller.

You lowered your gaze, feeling your cheeks grow warm.

"I've never really thought about it..."

"I have."

The words slipped from his lips so naturally that even he seemed to realize what he'd admitted.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he looked away, clearing his throat.

"I mean..."

"...Someone should."

A soft laugh escaped you.

The first genuine laugh you'd managed all evening.

Hearing it, Chigiri smiled too.

"There it is," he said quietly, his ruby eyes softening as they met yours again.

"That smile suits you much better than the one you force for the cameras."

For a moment...

Neither of you spoke.

The noise of the stadium faded into the distance.

It was just the two of you.

And somehow, surrounded by silence, your heart was louder than the roaring crowd outside. 🌸🤍

--

Kaiser X reader:-

The stadium roared with deafening cheers as Bastard München dominated the field.

From one of the private VIP suites sat you, Japan's most adored idol, invited to witness the match as a special guest. Every time the camera found you, the giant screen lit up with your face, earning another wave of screams from the audience.

Being recognized had never bothered you.

Not until today.

Deciding to leave a little before the match ended, you quietly stepped into the hallway, hoping to avoid the overwhelming crowd.

For a moment...

Everything was peaceful.

Then someone gasped.

"Wait... isn't that Y/N?!"

Another voice followed.

"The idol!"

Within seconds, people surrounded you from every direction.

Phones were shoved toward your face.

Albums, posters, even pieces of paper appeared in front of you.

"One autograph, please!"

"Can we take a selfie?"

"I've been your fan for years!"

You tried your best to smile.

You always smiled.

It was second nature by now.

But the crowd refused to stop growing.

People kept pushing closer.

Your breathing became shallow.

The walls suddenly felt too narrow.

The noise became unbearable.

Then...

"Move."

A cold, commanding voice sliced through the hallway.

The crowd instinctively fell silent.

Michael Kaiser stepped forward, blue eyes sharp with irritation.

His gaze swept over the fans before landing on your pale expression.

The playful smirk he usually wore disappeared.

"What exactly do you all think you're doing?" he asked, his voice calm, yet carrying enough authority to freeze everyone in place.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable?"

Security immediately hurried over, creating a path through the crowd.

Kaiser didn't wait another second.

He walked straight to you.

"You with me?" he asked quietly.

You barely managed a nod.

"Good."

Without hesitation, he slipped his hand around yours.

His grip was firm.

Confident.

As though silently telling you that no one would come near you again.

He led you through the restricted hallway until the doors of the Players' Private Lounge closed behind you.

The noise vanished.

Only silence remained.

You stood there for a moment, trying to steady your breathing.

Kaiser grabbed a bottle of water and placed it into your hands.

"Drink."

You obeyed, taking a few small sips.

Only then did you realize your hands were still shaking.

"...Embarrassing," you whispered.

"I couldn't even handle a crowd."

Kaiser let out a quiet laugh.

"That's the conclusion you came to?"

He slowly walked toward you until there was barely any space left between you.

"You weren't weak."

"You were cornered."

"There's a difference."

You looked down.

"I should've been stronger."

A gloved finger gently tilted your chin upward.

"No."

His blue eyes locked onto yours.

"You spend every day pretending you're okay for cameras."

"You don't have to pretend in front of me."

The words settled deep inside your chest.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

A small smile curved on Kaiser's lips.

"There."

"Much better."

He carefully brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face before letting his hand linger for just a second longer than necessary.

"I've watched thousands of people cheer for you tonight."

His voice had become unusually soft.

"But none of them noticed the moment your smile disappeared."

He sighed quietly.

"I did."

Your heartbeat quickened.

"You noticed...?"

He chuckled.

"Hard not to."

"When someone as beautiful as you suddenly stops smiling..."

"...the whole room loses its light."

Heat rushed to your cheeks.

"Kaiser..."

"Hm?"

"You're impossible."

"I know."

He smiled proudly before taking your hand once again, gently intertwining his fingers with yours.

"But if holding your hand is what makes you feel safe..."

His thumb slowly brushed over your knuckles.

"...then I don't plan on letting go anytime soon."

For the first time that evening...

Your smile wasn't for your fans.

It wasn't for the cameras.

It belonged to the football star standing impossibly close to you.

And judging by the way Kaiser smiled back...

He intended to keep it that way. ✨💙

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Hello! I'm finally on vacation

This week I'm going to start with the prologue and the first chapter of my series.

However, I want to do a light survey about the extras I will do in each chapter.

I have planned to make a separate series to talk about (n)'s childhood with the aim of reporting more about her traumas.

But, if I'm honest with you, I can delay because I'm only going to have a month of vacation 😿

However, you will have the opportunity to choose what you would like to see.

I have exclusive scoops to share with you ⋆˚࿔

Bachira Meguru headcanons!!!

Warning: some nsfw

Bachira is known for oversleeping, so a huge part of your relationship would involve you trying to wake him up. He'll roll over, wrap himself up like a burrito, and attempt to drag you back into the bed with him.

Dates with Bachira are never fully planned. He might ask you to go get ice cream with him then you'll end up at a trampoline park or chasing stray animals in the park. He thrives on whatever gives him a burst of excitement, so always expect the unexpected.

Bachira can and will fall asleep on you without warning no matter where you are.

Whether you guys are on a train, at a cafe, or mid convo, his head will suddenly drop onto your shoulder. Then You'll just have to accept being his pillow for an hour.

While I agree that his love language is physical touch he also deeply adores quality time. He loves that he doesn't need to play his "monster" and always happy persona around you. with you he feels safe to just be Meguru.

Now like I was saying Bachira is credibly physical whel it comes to showing his affection. You should expect random hugs from behind, him randomly grabbing your hand, and him leaning his chin on your head. He likes the constant reassurance that you are there and you aren't leaving.

Ifyou have a passion in anything sports, art, studying, Bachira will 100% match your energy. He loves seeing you get passionate abou something you like and he'll support you every step of the way

Bachira has quite the mischievous streak. He'll 100% loves playing light hearted pranks or making funny faces when

you are trying to be serious, he'll also steal food right off your plate just to see your reaction.

-Nsfw-

Bachira is a switch through and through and he plays both roles very well. He’ll be your little needy bitch boy or he’ll have you pinned and rail you until you can’t think. He’s very playful no matter which role he’s playing. He’s not mean in like a cruel way during sex. He tends to still to teasing and overwhelming you instead of straight up degrading.

Enjoys both giving and receiving equally and will gladly flip which he is doing in a heartbeat.