#gingin writes

it was leaked online where the blue lock men were gonna attend dinner at. many fans gathered around the fancy restaurant, excitedly holding up jerseys and posters to sign.

the moment they stepped out the car, the crowd cheered loudly. the paparazzi had shown up, immediately snapping photos of the boys. it was no lie, the boys really were becoming japan's hot topic.

they stepped down, grabbing sharpies, answering questions and taking photos with fans. gin on the other hand, was tensing up badly. his palms sweat as he trailed behind the boys. being just the goalkeeper, he didn't receive as much fame as his friends, but the whole situation was just overwhelming for him.

he connected heart hands with fans, signed photocards, until he came across you,

"gagamaru! may you sign!?" you held out a sharpie. he grabbed the sharpie, full on expecting to sign perhaps another poster or just a napkin you had on standby.

what he didn't expect was for you to grab onto the collar of your shirt before lowering it just above your bra.

he freezes, completely. eyes blown even wider as he realized the intentions behind the signing. not that he was uncomfortable, no, it was more that he didn't expect that someone like him would be desired to sign pudgy tits.

he glanced briefly at his teammates, catching reo and chigiri having a laugh when they realized his situation. he visibly sweats, hands twitching as he uncapped the sharpie.

there were loud cheers erupting behind him, the paparazzi finally focusing on him when they got their money shot.

his hands hovered for a bit before he began to scribble his signature. it wasn't fancy, wasn't neat, but now it definitely was messy due to the nerves in his system. gulping heavily, he began to apologize through bows.

"i-i'm sorry, i don't mean to disrespect you. i mean them. i mean—you! i mean-"

he tried to conjure up a reasonable apology before he was quickly ushered away by his security. gagamaru was dragged into the establishment. insiders saw him hiding behind a potted plant for twenty minutes.

over the weeks, the clip has gone crazy viral. not only did a new spot of new fame shine on gagamaru, welcoming new fans who were curious about the nervous beast.

—"shy football giant gets ambushed by rack" on tiktok

—"boobgate 2025: who is she?" on twitter

—"gagamaru x boob girl edits" on youtube shorts

then your social media accounts went viral quickly after once many discovered your account. countless dms from fans of gagamaru flooding your messages.

you couldnt help but chuckled at the messages, settling in the clear absurdity of your actions. the sharpie was already washed off, and you've gotten many suggestions to tattoo it, but never proceeded with it.

it was until you got an email. gin's manager had found your email, requesting for you and gin to meet due to him feeling his apology was unfinished.

you took the opportunity, meeting up with gin. private, no cameras or fans surrounding the two of you. no one to rush him, or scream in his ears for a high five.

it was the two of you inside a blue lock meeting room. he towered over you, though he noticeably caved in when he was met with you and a—clear low-cut shirt.

he stumbled over his words, lending out a basket of snacks to make up the lost time.

"you startled me.. your—um," he didn't finish that sentence. "i was a bit afraid– but i- i promise i meant no harm. you're really pretty, sorry." he admitted defeat, hands trembling once again.

you grinned widely, before tilting your head and asking playfully. "would you like to sign them again?"

and he short circuits on the spot. red face. brain gone. so much he stumbled over a chair, falling into a stack of paper.

gin gagamaru. a tall, looming, bug-eyed man. always in his strange rhythm. he's never meant to come off as odd as he does. he tends to do things his own way of course, and if his community found that weird then what more can he do.

of course due to this, no one wanted him as theirs.

he was always brushed off as the last thought, the last option someone would choose.

it was until he met you.

you weren't exactly— normal.

everyone viewed you the same way they viewed him. so when the two of you began to be seen with each other, it was purely confusion.

with the two of you, no words needed to be exchanged. gin already struggled with voicing what he feels and to be stuck with someone just as weird as him— he couldn't find a feeling that can describe how he truly feels about you.

luckily you were the same. so whenever the two of you are alone in the woods or your rooms, it's practically pure silence.

one long bug-eyed stare can be an entire conversation. whenever you visit him at practice, his teammates stare at confusion with the little words spoken.

they'll wait around for their goalkeeper to retreat. joking around as he clings onto the gate separating the two of you, hunched over to your height.

suddenly, you began to walk away with gin climbing over the gate, ditching practice.

"what the hell! get back here!" they yelled out after him, running towards the gate. there was no warning, as if on instinct the two of you left together with no words spoken.

like migrating birds but.. weirder.

the silence between you two isn't awkward or boring. it's pretty heavy, the quiet words were comforting for the two of you.

whenever bachira or reo attempt at talking to you, you respond the same way gin does. the uncanny rhythm, long pauses, and strange observations.

gin was relieved when he first "discovered" you. of course the two of you can exchange words of praise or encouragement, but you both found it all more satisfying to bask in each other's warmth with nothing but the birds chirping and leaves blowing.

the two of you can sit on the grass, or upside down on a tree branch. yes, the two of you. it's not weirdly weird, but weird how weird the two of you can be weird together.

soulmates by sheer weirdness.

the first instance was when the two of your were cuddling in his cabin. his chest pressed against your back in a spooning position, curled with your phone in your palm. you were scrolling mindlessly, oblivious to the goat-like chewing he was doing on your hair.

it was until you heard a small slurp when you felt a slight tug. "ah- gin?" your phone shut off as you tried to pull your hair back. "mm?" he hummed deeply. once you connected the puzzles, that was when you realized.

"are you eating my hair!?" you managed to successfully pull out your hair, turning on your side to him. he slowly fluttered his eyes open when he heard the commotion. he stares at you for a while before muttering, "it tastes like coconut.." chewing on the remains stuck on his teeth.

then came the very important day, meeting your parents. it was after dinner, you washed yours and gin's dish while he stayed on the side. it was a pretty tough moment, gin not exactly being perfect at understanding people & meeting extremely important ones.

you felt his presence behind you, and then another tug at your hair. you winced, "gin- no. not right now.." you reached behind you to push at his abdomen. he fought against you, before releasing his teeth.

you sternly stared at him. "what was that for?" you jabbed a finger at his chest. his response was solemn. "i'm nervous."

maybe one time you managed to convince gin to attend a couples yoga class. though when you were mid stretch, gin chomped onto your tied up hair. the instructor gasps softly, forcing a smile onto her face. "that's.. new."

then once again, during grocery shopping. you browsed the cereal area, carefully thinking of what you may crave over the next week.

you didn't feel the way he lifted a large chunk of your hair, before he began to nibble at the end. it was until a whisper from across the aisle caught your attention you came back to your senses.

you whipped your head to gin, before tugging your hair back. "gin, no." you scold, raising your finger. he noticeably caved in his large form, grabbing his own hair to eat. "but it tastes like your room," he sniffled.

"i miss it."

gin was lucky he managed to talk you into going camping with him. he was so excited, carrying all your things and his as if it weighed nothing.

his humming was in sync with the winds, imagining all the things he can show you during this trip.

you on the other hand, weren't doing so good.

you were already swatting away gnats, sweating through your clothes from how much you've walked already. you're not an active person, choosing to stay inside rather than the outdoors unlike gin. what a matchup.

"are you sure this is— fun?" you interrogated, slapping your arm from the mosquito that attempted at sucking your blood.

gin looked at you over his shoulders, eyes wide like bugs with his lips parted. "of course. look— fresh air, big trees, and we get to watch the stars!"

the way he spoke of it made it sound so endearing, but with your current situation you wanted it to be over. you felt so overstimulated, clothes clinging to your body and the constant buzzing of the bugs surrounding you.

suddenly a beetle began to crawl towards your shoe. you shrieked, clinging onto his arm for support, muttering words of terror. "nope nope.. i want my house.. i— please."

instead of teasing you, gin just kneels down towards the beetle. he eyed it carefully, before shoo-ing it away with his giant hand. it obliged, going back into the leaves.

he stood straight, patting your your. "safe now."

just imagine your prepping one of his meals, cutting onions on the wooden chop board. you've totally forgotten about his presence, lost in thoughts of up and coming exams & whatever is interesting in the moment.

then suddenly, two massively strong arms wrap around your waist, squeezing your ribs and lifting you up the air. he sees no problem calling it a hug, but cant deny it's not a kidnapping via love. <3

when gin first gave you a genuine hug from perhaps cuteness aggression or gratitude, it's as if your eyeballs were about to pop out. he squeezed you so tight, his fall frame forcing your feet to lift form the ground. when gin hugs, he hugs; despite the fact your lungs are being politely compressed.

i mentioned in my last fic that gin isn't exactly verbal in showing his appreciation for you, his love language only being two inches away from being strictly physical touch. whenever you'd feel anxious, or visibly upset because of an outcome, he doesn't hesitate wrapping his meaty arms around your shoulders, tucking your head between where his neck and shoulder meet.

he's seen it in the mangas he's read, he knows that hugging holds deeper meaning than just being tangled up in each other's limbs.

even when you're cuddling, gin full on rolls over and lays his entire weight onto your body on accident. well not really, he finds it comfortable so he sometimes puts your breathing safety at risk to delve more into the heat of your body.

i feel like it may switch, but there are times were gin is a big spoon. wrapping your entire body with his limbs to keep you both warm and close.

—i find it even cuter when his games end, his adrenaline still pumping that the moment he sees you, he engulfs you into his body and just spins you around. then when you asked why, he'd stare blankly.

"i don't know."

the two of you first met in school. while he was failing every class but gym, you were failing everything—especially gym. there isnt an exact way you guys encountered each other. it happened out of the blue and never stopped. since then, it's been a roller coaster of idiocy.

when you went out with him in the woods, he was chopping logs shirtless. you sat on the stack of bags, chewing your gum as you watched the muscles of his back flex at each ripple of impact. trying not to salivate, you walked up to him.

"oh my god~, you're so strong. is that heavy?" you batted your lashes, staring up at gin. catching his attention, he immediately stiffened up at the attraction of his hot girlfriend.

"uhh, yeah. kind of... do you- wanna try?"

one time the two of you went to the beach. alone, which was the main problem. he came, shirtless as always with a watermelon. you came with only tanning oil and chunky flip flops. not a single thought to actually have brought sunscreen. so while you tanned, he ripped the watermelon open with his thighs.

then you both were red and sticky, burning all over the place. as if you were a damsel in distress, he held a random huge leaf he found. he fanned you, not caring for his red skin. "i got you!"

—hears a bird chirp and says, "was that you?"

—you: "you're like the- human version of bear hugs."

—him: "you're like.. if sparkles could talk."

here comes the kitchen chaos, the two of you not knowing how to cook. gin with only using raw ingredients, and you never touching a pan.

at the attempt to make pancakes, the kitchen was flooded with flour. gin stood besides the island, bowl in hand. a bowl of six cracked eggs, littered with shells and stirring with a spoon that's slowly bending at his grip.

"babe?" you spoke, catching his attention away from the bowl. "hm?"

"did you put the whole flour bag?" you tilted your head, licking the syrup off your lips. his hands slowed, eyes staring blankly.

"was i- not supposed to?"

you werent mad, or sad, because you were starting to wonder if there was even flour in the ingredients. "it said, a cup. i thought it meant- a cup." now it was your turn to stare blankly, before humming.

"hm. i thought it was a bra size."

you decided to take gin to the mall. the whole list was to buy something cute for you, cool for gin, and matching cat keychains. that one was especially non-negotiable.

you dragged him into the glittery pink chaos of a boutique. The smell was nauseating to his senses, but it all went dull when he hit his head on a hanging 'diva' sign.

"ow," he mumbles, holding his forehead. "this place is dangerous.."

you giggled, unaware of his injury. "no~ this place is perfect. now try on these sunglasses." you forced him to slide on the sparkliest pair, rhinestones decorating the plastic. "how do i look?" he posed for you, flipping his hair over his shoulder. "like a magical girl who can punch through walls!"

his face softened. "that's.. the nicest thing anyone has said to me."

and at the end of the day, the two of you tangled into each other's embrace. he softly snores against your temple, snorting once in a while. you fiddled with his nipple out of boredom.

"i..lob you.." he mumbled tiredly. you giggled softly. "do you even know what love is?' you teased jokingly. he huffed softly. "..it's like- when your brain feels like a warm soup around someone."

you grinned, blushing. "that's really sweet baby."

"i got it from a dog meme." he mumbles before snoring again.

camping with gin is a soothing experience. he'd come, set up the tent for the two of you, hunt so that you both get an equal portion, and even set the fire up to keep just you warm.

you had a blanket wrapped around your bod, the night chilling your fingertips as you watched him set up the flames for cooking and warmth. there was light chatting in between his gesticulations, a small twinge of a smile from him whenever you'd make a mini joke.

"come pick out how much meat you want." he stood, grabbing the huge raw meat he managed to get his huge hands on. you grinned excitedly, stepping up to map it out, though, the blanket accidentally dragged behind you.

you were blissfully unaware that flames had caught onto your blanket. until you felt a sting on your ankle. wincing, you looked down, expecting some squirrel or something. though you were met with the flames growing up the fabric.

you gasped, dropping the blanket in panic. it being bunched up caused the fire to spread quicker.

suddenly, gin's barefoot stomped the fire. your eyes widen, watching him mindlessly put the fire to end with his bare skin.

it took a while, the fabric turnt to burnt dust and black smoke. you gulped heavily, before turning to gin. he stared at the remains for a while, before back at you.

"don't cry. it's just fire."

at first look, gin looks like a giant beast. his frame, his height, his strength; it all just adds to the fear one may endure first encounter. of course you felt that at first, but you've managed to tame the beast right away.

what came with his overly large figure, was his large hands. to the rough fingertips, to the thick wrist, it was no surprise he is the goalkeeper for japan's u20 team.

it was late at night after one of his games, laying with him on the bed. your nose is nuzzled in between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

his palm was draped over your back, anchoring you in place. you can't help but realize that his hand reached 1/3 of your back, lightly tracing circles involuntarily. he probably doesn't realize it, but how massive his arm alone compared to you was a bit overwhelming. even with his arm draped over you, you still can't help and feel the warmth radiating off of him from one limb.

or when he's washing your hair after a long day in the woods, his roughened thumbs pressing against the tense kinks in your head. his large fingers curling your hair, massaging the base so firmly your eyes roll back in relaxation.

that was a perk definitely, that his hands were large enough to give the best massages you can ever imagine. like when you're shoulders are stiff from studying in the same position, his large calloused hands drape over your shoulder blades, indenting his thumb in the areas that feel strained. it was hard for him to miss a spot.

when you're hunting, and he grabs a large piece of meat. you don't see it large from afar until he hands you your piece that it's humongous. his hand size compared to the meat offered to you was insane. you underestimated the portions, but also how much food gin could hunt with his bare fingers.

or when you're slipping on a top, but you cannot reach the zipper in the back. either it won't budge, or your arm is too short. gin notices when he's picking his nose, before offering his help to you. one humongous hand placed on your waist, the other zipping up your top with ease. you blushed in response, bidding gratitude before going on with your day.

when you tease him too much, flustering him up so much. he just goes:

"shhh.." and places his large palm over your entire face gently. there was no reason. it wasn't too muffle your sounds, or block your face. he did it out of reflex though the two of you never questioned it.