#kunigami

─── and i only have eyes for you

bllk x gn!reader ft. rin, sae, kaiser, kunigami, barou, bachira, aiku

aabi's note: can u tell i hardly know shit abt soccer LOL. it's so hilarious too when u know i keep up w/ daily soccer news and im a huge barca fan. </3 you can find this request here.

synopsis: after a significant win, they ignore the cheerful crowd loudly chanting their name and the overwhelming interviews, running towards you instead.

𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.

everyone's attention is on rin, watchful and attentive. people are split into two―some praying he wins, others praying for his down fall.

with this final goal ― his final goal ― the results of the match would be determined.

the epic highs and lows of battle royale high school soccer

———sukidakara ✿ sae itoshi x fem reader smau + written series

synopsis: in which a sobbing girl bumps into a condescending boy. or, love in other words, said boy helps her find herself, showing her how much she’s capable of.

status: started 5/20/26 -

genre: modern , high school , social media au

content: reader uses she/her pronouns - stranger to lovers - brother’s teammate - fluff - angst - ooc - profanities - suggestive / dark jokes - mentions of d.v. - references to e.d. - vomit and bodily fluids - unhealthy relationship - commitment / attachment issues - y/n is hopefully hopeless - yearner sae - reader and family moved to japan from france - written chapters marked with 💗

playlist: fool by frankie cosmos - if you lie down with me - lana del rey - drivers license by olivia rodrigo - we can’t be friends (wait for your love) by ariana grande - pretty isn’t pretty by olivia rodrigo - pretty girl by maggie lindemann - happiness is a butterfly by lana del rey - 1 step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo - the way things go by beabadoobee - drop dead by olivia rodrigo - cloud 9 by beach bunny - i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys - i love you by billie eillish - anaheim by niki - slow dancing in the dark by joji - about you by the 1975 - in my room by julia wolf - too little too late by laufey - one last time by ariana grande - thinking of you by katy perry - mess it up by gracie abrams - you belong with me by taylor swift - love me anyway by chappell roan - halley’s comet by billie eillish - still into you by paramore - thank u, next by ariana grande - daylight by taylor swift - video games by lana del rey - dandelions by ruth b. - sukidakara by yuika

———profiles ⟡ therapists and y/n | sae’s fan club

———stage 1 ⟡ and i don’t believe you when you say i did nothing wrong

00. prologue 💗 - 01. candy - 02. bitter - 03. field - 04. tbd… - 05. tbd… - 06. tbd… - 07. tbd… - 08. tbd…

cut!

———stage 2 ⟡ kiss me and i might drop dead

tbd…

cut!

———stage 3 ⟡ cause every time i get too close i just go mess it up

tbd…

cut!

———stage 4 ⟡ i really love you i absolutely adore you

tbd…

cut!

———stage 5 ⟡ i see forever in your eyes

extras tbd…

love finally

taglist (open):

@angelicsoulv @thestupidgirlakira @vanillaadots @ka1rin @piraqira @kaisekoseru @kookiieeswirl @meikstv @cosmorainpuddle @nesssmagicwand @nyaaaaa3 @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @kxltyy @amoureusedetoii @qcvxril3 @aveeniexoxo @noyamlv

his jersey.

(how bluelock boys would react to you wearing their jersey to a game!)

pt.1 | pt.2 (here now)

ISAGI YOICHI.

you swore you weren’t gonna make a big deal out of it.

no screaming. no jumping around.

just sit front row in his jersey and support him quietly.

…except the second isagi walks out of the tunnel and sees you, he stops dead in his tracks. haha. not a big deal, right..?

he’s mid-warm-up. stretching. focused.

and then he spots you.

you, wearing his name and number.

you’re sipping from your drink like it’s nothing, smiling like you don’t just look stupidly good in his colors.

he blinks once.

twice.

mutters “…what the hell,” under his breath.

-

during the match, he’s so focused it’s borderline scary.

dominates the field. scores with ridiculous precision.

everytime he hears you cheer his name, something in his chest bursts.

but he’s also so freaking shy about it?? he won’t even look at you right away.

you blow him a kiss when he walks past the bench.

he looks away.

but the red at the tips of his ears gives him away.

-

after the game, he finds you waiting near the exit tunnel.

still in his jersey. grinning.

you hold out a water bottle. “captain yoichi.”

he rubs the back of his neck, laughing softly. “you’re seriously tryna kill me, huh.”

“what’d i do?”

“you wore that.”

you look down, fake confused. “this old thing?”

“babe."

“what?”

“you looked..” he swallows, voice dipping low. “so good. kinda made me lose focus."

“oh?”

“had to remind myself not to stare. during a live game.”

you smirk. “didn’t work, did it?”

“…no.”

and when you step closer, your hand brushing against his, he leans in just a bit.

“wear it again next time,” he says, patting your head affectionately and placing a kiss at the top of your head before walking off back to his team.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“YO YO YO — LOOK AT HER!!!”

he yells it, jumping up and down happily

literally screams it from the middle of the pitch during warm-up.

everyone turns.

you blink.

he’s already sprinting toward the sidelines, looking up and pointing at you, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

his name.

his number.

on you.

“YOU LOOK SO CUTE I’M GONNA DIE.”

“bachira—!”

-

during the game, everyone sees it.

how his eyes keep flicking to you.

how he waves at you mid-pass.

how he does his stupid little peace sign tongue out grin everytime he does something good.

the commentators even mention you on the broadcast. something like..

“and that celebratory point to the stands… appears to be for someone special.”

he winks directly at the camera.

-

after the match, he sprints straight to you, sweaty, glowing, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“soooooo~” he sing-songs.

“you gonna wear it again?”

you tilt your head. “depends.”

“on?”

“ask nicely.”

he gets real close, voice suddenly soft and low — an actual switch-up.

“please,” he hums, eyes half-lidded. “wear it to every game.”

you laugh, smacking his arm. “meguru!”

he throws his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, loud and proud and totally smug.

“i’m the luckiest monster on this field.”

CHIGIRI HYOMA

you didn’t even text him about it.

you wanted it to be a surprise — so you just showed up, early, front row, wearing his team jersey with his name and number in bold on the back.

devastating.

chigiri jogs out onto the field and almost misses a step, staring at you to tell whether you were a fan or his future wife.

his teammates barely notice anything — but his sharp eyes catch everything.

yeah no, it was definitely his girl wearing his name.

he tosses his head to the side, brushing his hair back with his fingers, but his gaze? locked on you.

“yo,” otoya calls, “was that a stutter in your stride just now?”

“shut up,” chigiri mutters, wiping sweat off his brow.

“someone flustered~?” bachira teases.

chigiri doesn’t answer. but the blush creeping up the back of his neck gives him away.

-

he plays kinda scarily. speed was insane. super sonic who??

and the whole time, his mind keeps flashing back to you.

the way you clapped.

the way you called out his name after he scored.

the way his jersey looked on you — like it was made to be yours.

-

after the game, he makes his way toward you, towel draped around his shoulders, hair slightly damp and sticking to his jaw.

you hand him a drink like it’s nothing. “played like a star.”

he hums. “was exactly one as soon as i spotted you."

his eyes flick down, slowly, taking in how his jersey fits on your body. how it smells like him now and you all at once.

“you trying to make me mess up on the field?”

“what? me?”

“hmph, don’t play dumb,” he mutters, leaning in just a little more. “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“soo.. did it work?”

his hand grazes your hip, thumb brushing the edge of the fabric.

“you tell me.”

you giggle, tugging the jersey gently. “maybe i should keep this.”

his gaze softens but burns all the same.

“looks better on you anyway.”

and before you can respond, he kisses you — light but fast, like he can’t help himself.

then whispers right against your lips, “you wear this again, and i’ll forget the game even matters.”

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

he’s mid-warm-up when he notices you.

at first, it’s just —

you’re here.

you always come to support him, and seeing you in the crowd gives him an extra boost.

but this time?

you’re wearing his jersey.

not a merch shirt, not a hoodie — no.

his real spare team jersey, oversized on your figure, hugging your frame in all the right places.

he just stands there for a second, hands on his hips, staring.

someone tosses him a ball. he doesn’t even catch it.

“kunigami,” isagi calls. “you good?”

“huh?” kunigami blinks, snapping back to the present. “yeah. yeah, just… stretching.”

bachira smirks. “he saw her.”

“what?”

“his girl. she’s wearing his jersey.”

kunigami’s ears turn bright red.

“mind your business.”

bachira throws a peace sign. “you’re welcome.”

-

he plays well, of course. focused. precise. he’s always locked in when the whistle blows.

but you’re always on his mind.

and when he scores?

he glances toward the stands — just for a second — and sees you jumping up, clapping wildly in his jersey. his name on your back, your voice cheering him on.

his expression softens before he remembers he’s still on the field.

-

after the game, you’re waiting by the tunnel.

he spots you and walks over, his usual cool demeanor cracking with every step.

“you planned that,” he says, low, his voice a mix of shy and impressed.

you blink. “what?”

“the jersey. you knew what you were doing.”

you smirk, tugging at the fabric a little. “what if i did?”

he exhales sharply, jaw tight.

“you looked—”

he stops himself.

“couldn’t stop looking.”

his hand brushes your hip, calloused fingers curling just slightly into the hem.

“you’re trouble.”

you grin. “your favorite kind, right?”

he lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. “yeah. you are.”

REO MIKAGE

reo’s striding out of the tunnel, all swagger and focus, ready to win.

until he sees you.

first, it’s the hair. the smile. the wave.

and then —

his eyes drop.

he stops walking. literally stops dead in his tracks.

in the middle of the path. while the rest of the team keeps going.

“reo?” nagi mutters. “move.”

“hold on,” reo breathes.

nagi squints. then follows his gaze. “oh. she wore it.”

reo turns to him with the most offended gasp.

“she wore it?! nagi, she wore it.”

“yeah,” nagi says, deadpan. “you gonna play or stand there like a statue?”

reo’s already gone — jogging across the field, grinning like an idiot, waving up at you.

you wave back, holding up a little heart with your fingers.

he shouts, “do you know how cute you look?!"

-

during the game, he’s his usual flashy, confident self.

but anytime he gets a break, he looks to the stands.

and sees you — cheering, laughing, clapping every time he touches the ball.

he does well once.

twice.

by the third time, he kisses his fingers and points right at you with the goofiest, brightest grin.

even the announcers are like:

“reo mikage with the hat trick — and a very obvious dedication to someone special in the crowd!”

-

after the game, he practically runs over.

“you’re unreal,” he says, beaming, hands on your waist as he spins you half a step. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna wear it!”

“it was meant to be a surprise,” you shrug.

he looks at you like you just gave him a birthday gift wrapped in gold.

“i love it. no — i adore it. you look better in it than i do.”

you laugh. “maybe i’ll start wearing it to all your games.”

“yes,” he says immediately. “mandatory.”

then softer, as if he can’t help it, “thanks for supporting me. seriously."

you smile. “always.”

reo leans forward, tapping your forehead with his gently.

“just know,” he adds with a wink, “now the whole stadium knows i’m yours."

MICHEAL KAISER

he’s cool as always during warm-up — bouncing the ball off his foot with lazy grace,

until he sees you.

the second his eyes land on you, his entire posture shifts.

it’s slow.

deliberate.

his gaze drags down from your face to your shoulders…

to the number 10 stretched across your back…

to the name, kaiser.

he stares a little bit more.

and smiles.

not his usual arrogant smirk.

this one’s quieter. smug.

ness notices immediately. “kaiser?”

kaiser hums, not looking away from you. “hm?”

ness follows his line of sight — and visibly recoils.

“ugh. she’s wearing it. how annoying."

“shut up, ness,” kaiser says, voice dripping with satisfaction. “isn’t she beautiful? mine, by the way."

ness groans. “whatever. don't get distracted.”

“on the contrary,” kaiser hums. “it’s motivating.”

-

the game starts. and kaiser?

he’s determind.

every move is smoother.

his footwork’s sharper.

his shots are all nasty precision — every goal followed by a pointed glance toward your section of the stands with a smug smirk.

he doesn’t celebrate big. he doesn’t need to.

he just flicks his eyes up to you and smirks like he’s untouchable.

because in that moment?

he feels like it. he knows he is.

-

after the game, he doesn’t rush.

he walks off the field like he owns the whole stadium, ignoring the cameras, letting the applause wash over him.

until he gets to you.

you barely say hi before he takes your hand and spins you around just slightly — watching his name swirl across your back.

“you wore it,” he murmurs, voice low.

“i did.”

“and why’s that?”

you shrug with a smile. “felt like showing off.”

his eyes darken, smug and sharp.

“you know what that does to me?”

you blink. “what?"

he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“makes me wanna win every damn game. just so i can see you wearing this again.”

you laugh, nudging him lightly. “so dramatic.”

he chuckles, brushing his fingers down your arm — eyes locked on the jersey.

“nah. this isn’t drama.”

he smirks, stepping closer.

“this is what victory looks like.”

OFC!!! i have so many i could yap for days on end without stopping…

just because hiori calls himself a sadist and likes crippled girls doesn’t automatically make him a menace. he’s a chill, relaxed, and often even shy person who often does favors for people without anything in return. (light novel, implied in the manga)

shidou is actually quite a calm and chill person as long as you don’t actively piss him off (rin) or if you’re not a soccer player. he often compliments people and is even willing to cooperate people who he dislikes. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)

chigiri has a very dislikable personality. this is due to his princess complex, narcissism, and arrogance. outside of his looks, he doesn’t actually have many fans because of his personality and character. (light novel, implied in the manga)

reo isn’t actually a gentleman and often has a hard time noticing when someone has romantic interest in him. because of this, he often doesn’t realize when girls like him, and when someone confesses, he automatically assumes that it’s because of his looks or money (he’s mostly right but sometimes wrong) (egoist bible, light novel, episode nagi)

kunigami is actually quite dense and doesn’t really realize when someone has any sort of intentions. he’s quite popular at his school but doesn’t actually realize it, and whenever people would play with him as a child, he took the games too far or didn’t understand the point of the games at all. (light novel, implies in the manga)

Rin x Isagi: they're so silly xd

Kaiser x Isagi: they're so silly xd

Kunigami x Chigiri: they're so silly xd

Hiori x Karasu: they're so silly xd

Nagi x Reo: The weight of human emotions is immeasurable; pure love is, indeed, the most potent curse to ever exist. Suffering is love, and love is suffering, and we, fragile beings, are so intoxicated by them that we shape our entire existence around the ceaseless pursuit of their fleeting sensations. It would be so simple to live without love, and yet, it would be so unbearably hollow...