β‘ a/n β this is probably one of the longest things i've written lol. it's only bc it's yuki i swear.
β‘ word count β 2.3k
β‘ content β yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, fem! reader, model! reader, childhood best friends, friends to lovers, mutual pining, goes from like kindergarten all the way to the u-20 game, mentions of yuki modeling, decided reader needed to be a model too, reader is shy and reserved as a kid, i made yukimiya one of those gremlin kids
β‘ synopsis β Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, youβd always be grateful that heβd chosen to stay by your side.
The first time you met Yukimiya Kenyu, you were sitting on the edge of the playground, quietly watching the other kids play. You didnβt join themβnot because you didnβt want to, but because you couldnβt figure out how. It was easier to sit by yourself, even if it meant being lonely.
Then he appeared, a blur of energy and determination. While the other kids were too slow to keep up with him, Yukimiyaβs restless nature had finally found something that caught his attention: you.
βWhy arenβt you playing?β he asked, tilting his head as if the idea was incomprehensible.
You shrugged, unsure what to say other than, βI donβt know how to play the games theyβre playing.β
He blinked at you, his head tilting like he was trying to figure you out. βThatβs dumb.β
Your eyes widened at his bluntness, and he quickly added, βNot you! The games. Theyβre boring. Wanna play something else?β
βWhat?β
βI donβt know. Something fun,β he said with a grin. βWeβll figure it out.β
He didnβt wait for you to answer, instead grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the sandbox. From then on, he never left your side. While he was still a whirlwind of energy, he always made sure to include you, even if it meant slowing down.
βYouβre my best friend now, okay?β he declared one afternoon after youβd spent hours building an intricate sandcastle together.
βOkay,β you agreed, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
From that moment on, Yukimiya became your shadow, and you became his anchor. While he zoomed around the playground like a whirlwind, he always circled back to you. And when you sat quietly coloring, he sat next to you, fidgeting but staying put.
He slowed down for you.
Yukimiyaβs talent for soccer became apparent early on. By the time you reached the third grade, he was already being called a prodigy. Coaches marveled at his footwork, his speed, his ability to outplay anyone who dared to challenge him.
You watched every game from the sidelines, cheering louder than anyone else. He always made sure to find you in the crowd afterward, his grin wide as he asked, βDid you see that? Did you see how I scored?β
βYou were amazing, Yuki,β youβd say every time, and heβd beam like your words mattered more than anyone elseβs.
But as his talent grew, your insecurities began to as well. You werenβt particularly athletic, or artistic, or academically gifted. While Yukimiya excelled at everything he tried, you felt like you were justβ¦ there.
You were proud of him, of course, but a small part of you always felt like you were standing in his shadow. Everyone noticed him. Everyone praised him. Meanwhile, you were⦠you.
βYouβre thinking too hard again,β Yukimiya said one day, lying flat on the grass beside you after practice. His bangs stuck to his forehead, sweat glistening under the sun. βWhat is it?β
Your mother had always said that Yukimiya had "great emotional intelligence" for a 3rd grader.
You didn't know what that meant, but you thought so too.
You hesitated before mumbling, βI donβt think Iβll ever be as good at something as you are at soccer.β
He propped himself up on one elbow, frowning. βThatβs stupid. You're good at being my best friend." The way he said it, with so much conviction would've made you laugh if his face didn't look so serious.
"You donβt have to be βgoodβ at anything for me to like having you around.β He mumbled, just a quick little add on.
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in a way you didnβt understand.
By the time you both entered middle school, Yukimiyaβs popularity had skyrocketed. Girls giggled and blushed whenever he walked by, and boys challenged him to soccer matches, hoping to prove themselves.
At first, it didnβt bother you. Yukimiya was still the same boy who ran to your side after every game, who walked you home even when he was exhausted, who always made time for you no matter how busy he was.
But then the love letters started.
βAnother one?β you asked one afternoon as he stuffed a folded note into his bag.
βYeah,β he said nonchalantly, not even bothering to read it.
βDonβt you care what they say?β
βNot really.β
You frowned, not understanding how he could be so unaffected. βWhat if itβs someone you like?β
βNah. I donβt feel that way about anyone.β He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. βBesides, why would I need another girl when I already have you?β
The casual way he said it made your heart skip a beat, but you brushed it off as a joke. He couldnβt possibly mean itβ¦ could he?
No. You were best friends, he just didn't need another girl in his life right now. You were only in middle school, dating was the last of your worries.
But what would happen when a girl he did like gave him a letter? What would happen to you?
Your friendship with Yukimiya had always been effortless. He was the first person you turned to for help with anythingβhomework, outfit choices, or just figuring out lifeβs little mysteries. And he was the same with you.
Youβd spent countless afternoons in his room, sprawled out on his bed while he juggled a soccer ball, the steady rhythm of it hitting the wall almost comforting.
This time was no different. Youβd come over for a βstudy session,β but neither of you had cracked open a textbook. Yukimiya was sitting on the floor, bouncing the ball off the wall with practiced ease, while you lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
βYuki,β you said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
βYeah?β he replied, not looking up from his game.
βDo you think we stop each other from learning?β
The ball thudded against the wall again before he caught it, turning to look at you with a confused smile. βWhat do you mean? Youβre here for a study session, silly.β
βNo, not that,β you said, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest. βI meanβ¦ learning how to kiss someone. Or how to go on dates. Stuff like that.β
His smile faltered, and he stared at you, the soccer ball forgotten in his hands. βWhy would you think that?β
βI donβt know,β you admitted, your voice soft. βItβs justβ¦ weβre always together. And I love that, I do. But what if weβre keeping each other fromβ¦ I donβt know, growing up or something?β
Yukimiyaβs brows furrowed as he thought about your words. He stood, tossing the ball onto his desk and sitting beside you on the bed. βSoβ¦ you want to learn how to kiss someone?β
βI guess,β you said, feeling your face heat up. βDonβt you?β
He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. βIβve thought about it,β he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. βBut Iβve neverβ¦ yβknowβ¦β
You nodded, the awkward silence stretching between you. And then, to your surprise, Yukimiya looked up at you with a small, nervous smile.
βMaybeβ¦ we could help each other,β he suggested, his voice trembling slightly.
Your breath caught in your throat. βYou meanβ¦β
βWeβre best friends, right?β he said quickly, as if trying to convince himself as much as you. βItβs not weird if itβs just toβ¦ learn. Right?β
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. But the way he looked at youβhopeful, nervous, and maybe a little excitedβmade you nod. βOkay,β you whispered.
His hand reached for yours, his palm warm and slightly clammy, if he was any other guy, you'd have been grossed out. But he was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing about him was gross.
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. But you didnβt. When his lips finally pressed against yours, it was soft and tentative, like he was afraid of doing it wrong.
It didnβt take long for the awkwardness to melt away. What started as a simple kiss turned into something deeper, something neither of you had planned.
His hands found your waist, yours tangled in his hair, and before you knew it, the lines between friendship and something more had blurred entirely.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your cheeks flushed. Yukimiya looked at you with wide eyes, his glasses slightly fogged, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldnβt find the words.
βDid we justβ¦β you began, trailing off.
βYeah,β he said, his voice barely audible.
Neither of you knew what to say after that, so you didnβt say anything at all. Instead, you lay back on his bed, your hands still intertwined as the silence settled over you like a blanket.
Both you and Yukimiya were scouted for modelingβhim for his sharp, athletic looks, and you for your natural, understated charm. And maybe because Yukimiya dragged you to every meeting because he "couldn't do it alone."
He could, by the way, but he didn't want to be without you longer than neccessary.
But you were always so thankful to him, the industry was intimidating, but having him by your side made it bearable.
βYouβve got crumbs,β Yukimiya teased one morning during a shoot, brushing powdered sugar off your cheek from the donut youβd been eating.
βYouβre one to talk,β you shot back, wiping coffee foam from his lip. Lips you'd kissed far too often to be considered 'just friends' anymore...but all you were doing was helping each other release energy.
It was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing was weird whenever you were with him.
The photographer snapped a picture of you two mid-laugh, and it became one of your favorite memoriesβa candid moment that felt more real than anything else.
When Yukimiya was invited to Blue Lock, you encouraged him to go, even though the thought of being apart made your chest ache.
βDonβt forget about me,β you joked, forcing a smile as you handed him his bus ticket.
βNever,β he promised, his voice low and serious.
You couldn't put a finger on why your heart was screaming at you to make him stay when he leaned down to give you one last kiss while your parents backs were turned.
If this wasn't his dream, maybe you would have.
Leaving for Blue Lock was the hardest decision Yukimiya ever made. He hated the thought of being away from you, but he knew he had to take the chance if he wanted to achieve his dream.
He worked tirelessly, determined to prove himself and earn his way back to the real worldβnot for glory, but so he could call you.
The day he scored enough goals to get his phone back, the first thing he did was call you.
βYuki?β Your voice on the other end of the line made his heart ache with relief.
βHey,β he said softly. βI missed you.β
βI missed you too,β you admitted, your voice thick with emotion.
His teammates teased him mercilessly when they saw his lock screen: a picture of the two of you in matching robes, laughing over coffee and donuts.
βWhoβs that?β Karasu asked, leaning over his shoulder.
βMy best friend,β Yukimiya replied, his tone too soft for the teasing that followed.
βJust a βbest friend,β huh?β Karasu smirked. βSure doesnβt look that way to me.β
He ignored the crow-like boy the rest of the night, but the truth was, Karasu was right. You werenβt just his best friend. You were his everything.
The roar of the crowd still echoed in the stadium as Yukimiya scanned the field, his gaze darting between his teammates and the celebrating fans. But then he spotted you. Standing at the edge of the field, looking up at him with that same smile heβd seen a thousand times beforeβon playgrounds, in his room, and through the screen of his phone.
Without a second thought, he ran to you, dodging past reporters and teammates. Before you could say a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle. The world blurred around you, and all you could focus on was the way his laughter vibrated against your chest and the warmth of his embrace.
When he set you down, you barely had time to catch your breath before he cupped your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours. βI thinkβ¦β he began, his voice trembling. βI think Iβm in love with you.β
Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft and sure, as if heβd been waiting his entire life to do this. The noise of the stadium faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.
βOh, is this the best friend?β Otoya's voice cut through the moment, and you pulled away, cheeks burning as you turned to see him smirking, Karasu snickering beside him.
β βBest friendβ my ass,β Karasu added, crossing his arms and shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Yukimiyaβs ears turned bright red, but he didnβt let go of you. Instead, he shot Karasu a glare before looking back at you, his gaze softening. βThey can say whatever they want,β he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear before he leaned down one more time to kiss you again.
You couldnβt help but think back to when you were kids, when Yukimiyaβs speed and energy left everyone else in the dust. Youβd always been the shy one, the one who struggled to keep up. But Yukimiya had never minded.
Heβd slowed down for you, waited for you, and in doing so, made you feel like you were the only one who could ever truly match him. And now, standing here in his arms, you realized that heβd never stopped waiting.
Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, youβd always be grateful that heβd chosen to stay by your side.
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βAww, look at you,β Kenyu says, raising your chin to look at him. Your jaw is sore from sucking his cock, and your mascara is smudged.
Your lips quiver slightly, and the tears in your eyes sting from the makeup.
βYou couldnβt finish me off, could you?β he asks. βAll because you are such a little crybaby.β Kenyuβs coos and soothing touch almost make his words nonexistent to you, but that is never the case.
ββM not a crybaby,β you pout, a tear falls from your face, catching your lie.
βYou sure?β he asks rhetorically; he already knows the answer. βI love seeing those big tears of yours.β
βYouβre mean,β you retort. This makes him chuckle.
βItβs okay, baby, I will fuck the tears out of you instead,β he offers. Your eyes widen at this revelation. He helps you to your feet before pinning you up against a wall. He really knocks you off your feet with how fast his movements are.
βK-Kenyu,β you gasp.
βJust you wait, baby,β he starts. βYou wonβt be able to form coherent words when Iβm done with you.β
i donβt have one particular fav, but i always had a soft spot for Toji - heβs so manly and huge and sexy but misunderstood and seems like a sweet talker to womenβ¦SHIU IS SIMILAR TOO MMMMM
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Sitting out on the roof, I sketch up some new designs. The tap of angry footsteps fill my ears.
βAre you skipping class again?β
I scoff and roll my eyes at him
βNo shit sherlock.β
βDo you kiss your mouth with that mouth? So foul.β
βIf youβre done yapping, you can leave.β
Yukimiya rubs his temple, he walks closer to me.
βLook, youβre absent from most of your classes almost every day. I canβt imagine you're going to graduate at this rate.β
βIβll be fine.β
βNo you wonβt, donβt you care about your future? What do you plan on doing if you canβt graduate?β
Yukimiya steps closer and places his hand on my shoulder and looks at me with a soft, concerned expression.
βI just donβt wanna see you fail.β
A slight blush creeps on my face. His voice was sweet yet stern. His smile is commanding yet gentle. His touch was warm and meaningful. Why does he care about me so much? Iβm so flustered and lost in thought that I dropped my sketchbook. Curiously, he picks it up.
βCan I look through it?β
βYea I guess.β
Yukimiya flipped through the pages of the book, he looked almost starstruck.
βYou designed these?β
βYea, itβs been a passion of mine my whole life.β
βYouβre amazing.β
My face heats up at his compliment.
βUhhh, thanks. I plan to start my own line actually.β
βCan I be your first model?β
Yukimiya wants to model for me? I canβt look him in the eyes anymore.
βUh yeah thatβs fine.β
He takes out his phone and hands it to me; he wants my number? He smiles as I put my contact in.
βIβll be waiting for the day I can model for you, angel.βΒ
I really hope one day i become recognised as THE kenyu stan on tumblr itd be the dream lowkey . id actually die for him and my followers on wp/my moots know how serious I am about him like to the point i need to take a breather :| . every time he gets a new manga panel i actually start viscerally sobbing in my bed and stare at it for a good ten minutes before moving on AND DONT EVEN GET ME DTARTED ON WHEN HE APPEARED IN THE ANIME. my friebd got a 2 minute crying audio from me π€«π€«π€«. i acc ended up liking a guy from school just because he had the sane glasses and cut as him VRUHH .
anyways tldr i just wanted to go on a rant about how deeply in love i am with kenyu yukimiya and how im the NUMBER ONE kenyu stan no competition
scene had me CONVULSINHGHH DEARR GODDDD GINME THATRRRT