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You should TOTALLY write my awesome idea.. heh.. BASICALLY the reader accidentally bumps into the bllk boys and they suddenly magically catch feelings for us... ALSO we cant speak the same language as them... (if u do write this please take your time and get rest too! I mainly want this written with the itoshi brothers, charles, and sendou (if u write him + u can also add whoever u like) <3
your writing is yummy is I will forever cherish it !!!! :D
-im so happy u liked my idea with the sendou being jealous at sae... !!!
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language barrier
— 𑣲 bluelock boys × reader headcannons
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♡⸝⸝ itoshi sae
𖹭 You bump into him on the street—hard enough to make you stumble. Sae’s first instinct is irritation (he doesn’t like people in his space)… until he looks at you.
𖹭 You immediately start apologizing in your own language, and Sae just… blinks. He doesn’t understand a single word, but the flustered way you wave your hands and bow makes his lips twitch in the tiniest almost-smile.
𖹭 Sae tries responding in Japanese, then Spanish but you clearly don’t understand either. For a second, the two of you just stand there in awkward silence, until he sighs and pulls out a translation app.
𖹭 That little effort? That’s when he catches feelings without even realizing it. He normally wouldn’t bother—but with you, he wants to bridge the gap.
𖹭 He’s calm about it, though. No overreaction, no big gestures. Just quietly typing things into his phone, [Where are you going?] [Are you lost?] [It’s dangerous to look at your phone while walking.] (classic Sae bluntness).
𖹭 When you smile—relieved, grateful, a little embarrassed—something in him softens. He tells himself it’s nothing, but it sticks.
𖹭 Sae doesn’t say much, but he watches. Your expressions, your mannerisms, the way you gesture when words fail you. He finds it… oddly beautiful.
𖹭 Normally he hates when people cling to him, but with you? He doesn’t mind walking beside you a little longer, making sure you get to where you need to go.
𖹭 Language barrier aside, he finds himself wanting to understand you. That feeling unsettles him, but he doesn’t pull away from it.
𖹭 Later, he catches himself checking his phone—wondering if he should download a language-learning app. Just in case you “bump into him” again. (Which we all know you won't, but who knows?)
𖹭 But maybe you two won't meet each other anymore, and Sae kinda wished he asked for your number.
𖹭 But at the same time.. Souls don't meet by accident, right? Maybe it's fate, and that you two will meet once again.
♡⸝⸝ itoshi rin
𖹭 You bump into him hard while he’s walking home from practice. Rin stumbles a little, mutters a quiet “tch, watch where you’re—” and then he sees your face.
𖹭 Instant. Freeze. His irritation just… shuts off. Because wow. Something about you (the startled look, the way you rush to apologize) makes his stomach flip.
𖹭 The problem? You don’t speak the same language. You babble an apology in your tongue, and he just stares at you, confused but oddly captivated.
𖹭 Rin tries replying in Japanese, frowning when you tilt your head in confusion. His ears turn pink immediately—he hates feeling stupid, and not being able to communicate with you makes him flustered.
𖹭 Instead of walking away (like he normally would with strangers), he awkwardly pulls out his phone, hands shaking just slightly, and opens a translation app.
𖹭 The first thing he types is blunt Rin energy: [You should be careful.]
𖹭 Then, after a pause (and him glaring at the screen like it personally betrayed him), he quickly types again: [Are you hurt?]
𖹭 When you smile and shake your head, relief hits him way harder than it should. His ears burn red, and he looks away like he doesn’t care. (He cares so much.)
𖹭 You try typing something back to him—simple, choppy words—but when Rin reads it, he feels that twist in his chest again. It’s so awkward, so clumsy, yet he finds it… adorable.
𖹭 He can’t stop stealing glances at you while you’re busy typing. Every expression you make—your concentrated frown, your shy smile—he memorizes it.
𖹭 Rin doesn’t “decide” to catch feelings. It just happens. One bump, one lost-in-translation moment, and suddenly you’re lodged in his head.
𖹭 He walks you part of the way, keeping his hands shoved deep in his pockets, trying to play it cool. But the second you wave goodbye, he’s gone. Fully gone.
𖹭 That night, Rin is lying in bed, glaring at the ceiling, muttering to himself, “…I don’t even know their name. Stupid.” But he can’t get your smile out of his head.
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♡⸝⸝ charles chevalier
𖹭 You bump into him while he’s strutting through the street, headphones in, probably humming to himself. He stumbles back with a loud “MON DIEU—?!” before yanking off his headphones dramatically.
𖹭 You apologize in your own language, all flustered and Charles just grins. The type of grin that says he’s already made this into a game.
𖹭 He tries French first (of course), gesturing wildly, making his words extra slow and exaggerated like that will magically make you understand. When you still look confused, he bursts into laughter.
𖹭 “Ahhh, parfait! You don’t understand me, and I don’t understand you! What a tragic romance!” He clutches his chest like he’s in a soap opera.
𖹭 Instead of being annoyed by the barrier, he’s delighted. To him, this is fun. He leans into it, throwing in exaggerated pantomimes and dramatic sighs.
𖹭 He quickly pulls out his phone, finds a translation app, and immediately types something stupid like [Are you an angel who fell on me?]
𖹭 When you read it, your cheeks heat up, and he laughs even harder, clapping his hands like he just won something.
𖹭 Charles finds your reactions hilarious and adorable. Even your frustrated little frown when the translation glitches makes him go, “awww, so cute!” (he probably says it in French just to tease).
𖹭 He insists on walking with you, acting like your “guide” even if he has no idea where you’re going. Whenever you try to gesture that you’re fine, he smirks and types into the app: [Non, non, I don’t trust you not to bump into someone else.]
𖹭 The more you talk through the app, the more he’s hooked. Your words come out simple and clipped because of the barrier, but to Charles, that makes every message feel special. Like secret codes just for the two of you.
𖹭 Charles doesn’t even bother pretending he didn’t catch feelings. He’s obnoxiously obvious about it: playful winks, leaning too close to peek at your phone, teasing you whenever you mispronounce a French word he makes you repeat.
𖹭 Later, he’ll joke with his teammates, “I’ve found my muse, but they don’t understand a word I say. C’est romantique, non?” But deep down… he’s already planning when he can “accidentally bump” into you again.
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♡⸝⸝ shuto sendou
𖹭 You bump into him on the street, and Sendou immediately gasps dramatically like he’s in a cheesy romance movie. Hand on his chest, spinning halfway around the full performance.
𖹭 “WOAH, careful— you almost ruined my million-dollar face!” he blurts out (in Japanese, of course). But then he notices the way you stammer an apology in a totally different language.
𖹭 His eyes go wide. Brain: wait… wait… THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE SIGN. INTERNATIONAL LOVE STORY. THIS IS HOLLYWOOD, BABY.
𖹭 Instead of being annoyed, he’s instantly hyped. He puffs out his chest, grins, and switches to English, the worst broken, heavily accented English you’ve ever heard. Something like, “You… okay? You… fall for me? Hehe” (Yes, he 100% thinks he’s smooth. But too bad 💔... No, he isn’t.)
𖹭 You stare at him blankly, clearly not understanding, and he panics—then whips out his phone and slams open Google Translate. He immediately types: [Don’t be shy. It’s fate we met.]
𖹭 From that moment on, he’s LOCKED IN. He sticks by you, talking way too much through the translator: bragging about his soccer skills, how he’s gonna be the best in the world, how he’ll be rich and famous soon.
𖹭 He definitely throws in, [I was gonna marry a Hollywood star, but maybe you’re even better.] And then he gives you a wink so confident you almost believe he’s serious.
𖹭 The funniest part? He’s not actually lying. In his head, you really are star material. The way you smile awkwardly, wave your hands trying to explain yourself in your language, the little confused tilt of your head—he’s like: “yup. Celebrity vibes. That’s my future spouse.”
𖹭 He insists on walking with you (“what if another guy tries to steal you, huh??”), chatting the whole way, even if you don’t understand 80% of it. When you laugh at his exaggerated gestures, he swears it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.
𖹭 Sendou falls fast. Like, dangerously fast. One bump, one language barrier, and suddenly he’s daydreaming about red carpets, award shows, and kissing you under flashing cameras.
𖹭 Later, he won’t shut up about it to his teammates. “Guys. GUYS. I met them. My star. My Hollywood ending. They don’t understand Japanese but LOVE doesn’t need subtitles!!”
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— ⋆𐙚 aika's letter !! hihi!! your ideas ARE SOOOO AMAZING like I lovelovelove your ideas so much!! THANK YOU SM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!! I'm so sorry for posting this REAALLLY late, this was rotting in my drafts ever since last year, and I haven't gotten the courage to post it til now, I changed the layout and all but I don't know why but I think something's wrong, but finally I decide to post it since it's been so long,, THANKS FOR READING AND HAVE A NICE DAYYY
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hello hello! since valentine’s day is coming up, i thought a valentine’s day themed request would be cute!
could i request some of the blue lock boys with a reader (pre relationship or established, whichever is more fun!) who asks them to be their Valentine before the bllk boys can?
tyty! love all your writing <3
"WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?"
thanks for the request! It's a part 1, part 2 will be out today as well! hope you'll like it!
Bachira was sitting on the grass, picking at the blades and looking uncharacteristically contemplative.
He had a small gift hidden in his bag—a keychain of a little monster holding a heart. He kept looking at the cafeteria where you were sitting with friends. In his head, he was having a full-blown debate with his Monster.
"She’s way out of my league," he thought, his shoulders drooping. "She’s like a gold medal, and I’m just a weird kid who hears voices in my head. What if she wants someone normal?"
He was so deep in his self-doubt that he didn't notice you sneaking up behind him.
You leaned over his shoulder, your face popping into his line of vision. "Hey, Meguru! Thinking about soccer?"
"AH!" Bachira tumbled backward, yelping. "Oh, it’s just you! You scared the monster out of me!"
"Sorry!" You giggled, sitting down next to him. "Actually, I came to ask you something important. Will you be my Valentine? I really like spending time with you!"
Bachira froze. He blinked once. Twice. He looked around to see if there were hidden cameras or if this was a prank from someone.
When he realized you were staring at him with a hopeful, slightly nervous expression, his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wait... me?! You want me?!"
"Of course I want you, silly."
Bachira didn't just say yes, he lunged forward and tackled you into a hug, rolling both of you onto the grass.
He was laughing, his yellow-streaked hair tickling your face. "I thought I was dreaming! I was so scared to ask you because you’re like a superstar and I’m just... me! But yes! Yes, yes, yes! We’re going to have the best Valentine’s Day ever! I’m going to buy you the biggest pineapple in the world!"
RIN ITOSHI
Rin was alone practicing on the pitch, the rhythmic thud-crack of the ball echoing against the walls. He was in a trance—he visualized the goal, the defenders, and the perfect trajectory. He wound up for a devastating curved shot, his body pivoting with lethal grace.
Just as his foot made contact, you run through the doors. "Rin! I need to—"
The ball whistled past your ear, so close the wind from its rotation ruffled your hair. It slammed into the wall behind you with enough force to leave a scuff mark.
Rin froze, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his chin. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, blown wide with a mix of adrenaline and genuine horror.
"Are you an idiot?" he asked, though his voice wavered. "I could have killed you. What is so important that you’d risk your life?"
You stepped forward, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box of chocolates. "Will you be my Valentine? I wanted to ask before someone else did."
The silence that followed was deafening. Rin’s brain seemingly short-circuited. He had spent the last three days obsessing over how to ask you—calculating the exact moment after practice when his heart rate was stable enough that he wouldn't sound like a fool.
He had a whole lukewarm speech prepared about how you were the only person not a hindrance to him. And here you were, interrupting his practice session to bench-press his heart.
He looked at the chocolates, then at you, his face slowly turning a deep, vivid shade of crimson that rivaled Chigiri's hair.
He snatched the box from your hand, turning his back to you so you couldn't see the tiny, genuine smile tugging at his lips.
"You're late, I have to practice," he muttered, though it was a total lie. "But... I suppose I can make room in my schedule... And next time don't just stand in the path of the ball."
TABITO KARASU
Karasu was leaning against the lockers, his usual smug grin firmly in place as he talked to Hiori.
"Look, it’s about efficiency Hiori," Karasu said, spinning his phone on his finger. "I’ve analyzed it all. If I ask her at exactly 4 PM, she'll already be tired from the day, and her guard will be down. It’s the perfect time. She won't be able to say no to me."
Hiori sighed, looking tired. "Tabito, just ask her normally. You’ve been talking about this for an hour."
"Patience," Karasu smirked. "I never miss my—"
"Karasu!" You appeared from around the corner, slightly out of breath. You walked straight up to him, smiling at Hiori’s "Oh, hello Y/N-chan."
You poked Karasu's shoulder lightly. "Valentine’s Day is near. You’re my Valentine. Is that okay?"
Karasu’s phone slipped from his finger and clattered to the floor. Hiori let out a soft, melodic laugh. "Looks like you were the one with the weak point, Tabito."
Karasu stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. For the first time since you’d known him, he looked completely defenseless. He had spent all morning rehearsing a smooth, charming invitation, and you had just tackled his ego into the dirt.
He rubbed the back of his neck, a bashful, genuine laugh escaping his throat. "Wow. You really just... bypassed my entire defense, didn't you?"
His smirk soon returned, but this time it was softer, filled with real affection.
He leaned down so his face was inches from yours. "You’re pretty bold, I'll give you that. Taking the lead like that? It’s a bit of a turn-on, honestly. Fine. You win. I’m yours. But don't think I’m going to let you lead for the rest of the date. I’ve gotta regain my confidence."
SEISHIRO NAGI
Nagi was face-down on a school desk in the common study area. His phone was buzzing with a reminder he’d set: "ASK HER TO BE VALENTINE. DON'T IGNORE."
He had been staring at that reminder for three hours, but the sheer effort of getting up, finding you, and forming the words felt like trying to climb Mount Everest. He’d eventually given up and fallen into a deep, drooling sleep.
You walked into the room and smiled at the sight of him. He looked so peaceful, his white hair a mess against the wood.
You leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Nagi... wake up."
"Mmh... five more minutes, Reo..." he mumbled.
"It’s not Reo. It’s me. And I wanted to ask if you’ll be my Valentine," you giggled softly.
Nagi’s eyes snapped open. He just stayed perfectly still, his cheek still pressed against the desk, staring up at you with those big, sleepy grey eyes.
It took about five seconds for his brain to process the words. When it did, his pupils dilated. He slowly sat up, stretching his long arms, but his gaze never left your face.
"You’re asking me?" he asked, his voice quiet from sleep. "Usually... I’m the one who has to do things for people. But you just did the work for me."
He let out a soft, breathy sigh of relief. He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. "I was actually really stressed about asking you. It was a huge hassle thinking about how to say it without sounding bored. But I’m really happy you did it first."
He pulled you closer until your head rested against his shoulder. "I’m yours. You can lead me around all day tomorrow. I won't even complain about the walking... as long as you're holding my hand. Now... sleep... staying awake is a hassle..."
SENDOU SHUTO
Sendou was in front of a mirror in the locker room, practicing his Hollywood Smile. He had a single red rose tucked behind his ear and a box of premium chocolates hidden in his locker.
"Listen, (Y/N)," he practiced, gesturing dramatically. "I know I’m the Ace of the U-20, the star of the show... but even a star needs a moon. Will you be—no, that’s too cheesy. How about: You’re lucky, I’ve chosen you to be my Valentine! No, too arrogant. Okay, one more time—"
"Sendou? Are you talking to yourself?"
Sendou shrieked, spinning around and accidentally knocking his rose onto the floor. You were standing in the doorway, looking amused. "Oh! (Y/N)! I was just... checking my teeth! High-performance dental hygiene is key for an athlete!"
You laughed, stepping into the room. "Well, while you're busy with your teeth, I wanted to ask: will you be my Valentine? I’ve had a crush on you for a while."
Sendou’s brain melted. The Star persona collapsed instantly, leaving behind a flustered, stuttering mess.
He looked at the rose on the floor, then at you, then back at the rose. "I—you—ME?! But I’m the one supposed to... I have a rose! I was going to do the whole thing! I even practiced a speech!"
He looked so genuinely distraught that you’d beaten him to it that you couldn't help but hug him. Sendou immediately melted into the embrace, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Fine," he sighed, pouting but secretly over the moon. "You win this round. But just so you know, I’m still going to treat you like a queen tomorrow. You can't stop me from being the best Valentine you've ever had! It's my duty as the Ace!"
YOICHI ISAGI
Isagi was sitting in the cafeteria, staring at his notebook. It wasn't filled with soccer strategies, it was a flowchart.
Step 1: Approach (Y/N) during lunch.
Step 2: Ensure Bachira isn't nearby.
Step 3: Present gift.
Step 4: Ask the question.
He was trying to use Meta-Vision to predict every possible variable of the conversation. "If she says yes, I’ll take her to that cafe. If she says maybe, I’ll highlight our compatibility as a duo..."
"Isagi? Earth to Yoichi?"
Isagi jumped, his notebook flying into the air. He scrambled to catch it before you could see the Valentine Flowchart. "Hey! Hi! Hello! You're here! In the physical space! Right now!"
You tilted your head, smiling. "Yeah, I am. And I wanted to ask you something before you got too lost in your thoughts. Will you be my Valentine this year? I’d love to go on a date with you."
Isagi stared at you. All the flowcharts, all the predictions, all the Meta-Vision data points shattered into a million pieces.
He had accounted for every variable except for you being faster than him. He started to laugh—a genuine, breathless sound.
"I can't believe it," he said, rubbing his eyes. "I’ve been sitting here for forty minutes trying to calculate the perfect way to ask you so you wouldn't say no. I was so worried about the timing..."
He looked up at you, his blue eyes shimmering with pure warmth. He stood up and took your hands in his. "You completely outplayed me. I didn't see that move coming at all."
He squeezed your hands, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "I’d love to. Thank you for being faster than me. It just proves that we’re the perfect match."
I have a request based on one meme, how would Oliver, Shuto and Otoya react when they ask male reader (I want it to be purely platonic as reader is just one of players) what is their body count, to which reader responds "oh, me? Oh, dang, like 30 now", to which after they called him womanizer (as if they are one to talk), but male reader is confused and before he could ask what is this have to do with this, he asks "Wait... Are we talking about number of people we've slept with?" And when they confirm, he responds: "Oh. Well, never done that before." But when boys ask why did he say 30, he just nervously laughs and leaves. (P.S. reader didn't kill anyone, he is just messing with them)
omg i love this! thank you for the request 🤍 the hcs were too similar, so i turned it into a collective fic instead!
“come on, man, you can tell us!” oliver poked, causing you to sigh deeply. those three, aiku, sendou, and otoya, had been bothering you all practice, nagging you for information about your “body count.”
you twisted the cap onto your water bottle and rose to your feet. “why are you so interested? what’s it to you?”
otoya ran a meticulous hand through his hair. “we’re curious.” you assumed that meant, we want to know if you’re competition or not, but kept that thought to yourself.
“dude,” sendou began with a groan, “just tell them. they’ll stop bothering you.” but his eyes glimmered with the same hungry curiosity as the other two. “what’s your body count?”
shoulders slumping, an internal grin spread across your carefully neutral face. “fine. you wanna know? i think it’s, like, 30 now.”
oliver’s back straightened, and otoya turned an awkward shade of purple. “damn. okay, womanizer,” the latter chuckled, but you could hear the blatant jealousy in his voice.
you were hoping they’d say that. feigning confusion, brows drawn tight, you asked, “wait… are you talking about number people we’ve slept with?”
the three boys looked between each other, their faces matching your confusion. “uh, yeah?”
“are you not?” sendou let out a nervous chuckle.
smiling, you swatted at the air. “oh, whoops! well, never done that before.”
you see all three of their throats bob. oliver is the one brave enough to speak up and ask, “uh, hah, yeah… why did you say 30, then?”
releasing a nervous laugh, you shove your water bottle into your bag and fling it over your shoulder before quickly exiting the locker room.
“wait, y/n, why did you say 30? why did he say 30?!”
“oh, god. we have a serial killer on our team.”
“i thought the itoshi’s were the scary ones! what the hell are we gonna do?!”
you silently snicker to yourself and shake your head at their collective stupidity before leaving for the day.
