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genre : highschool! blue lock au , fluff/crack, jealousy , teensy tiny angst if you spin 30 times and squint
isagi yoichi ୨ৎ
- isagi’s jealous in a “you could have a way better dancing partner– like me??” way
- makes it a competition and ends up scaring his own dance partner everytime there’s practice because he either tryhards or doesnt bother trying at all
- gives the MEANEST stink eye ever
- but if you’re the one he’s glancing at all of a sudden he’s calm and now doesn’t want to cause drama
- he observes you and your dance partner from a distance, taking notes of how you two both fall in sync so easily, the mistakes made, and how compatible you two would be as a duo
- the end results are 0% compatibility (with no bias.. right?) and he somehow deduced your partner had a bad knee just from watching him so obsessively (??)
- the MINUTE you'd finish practicing he's all over you pretending that he isn't absolutely side eyeing the fuck out of the random dude when you aren't looking
- gets in trouble for not dancing because he keeps watching you two
bachira meguru ୨ৎ
- the millisecond bachira hears his name called out with another name that wasn't yours he frowned so hard it hurt
- he just smiles when you ask if he's okay with the arrangement "yeah! totally!"
- truth be told bachira does sort of like dancing, any kind, whether it be super hyped up party dancing or just a simple ballroom one
- dancing is a form of expression!! and bachira himself has alot to express!
- which is why he can't help but pout when he won't be able to express all the joy he has with you
- it's just a dance, an assignment to everybody else, but to bachira it was an opportunity!
- he ends up getting kicked out of the assignment when the teacher keeps seeing him dance so stiffly with his partner, no matter how many times she screamed for him to fix his posture, he just grinned cheekily "i just.. cant go wit da flow.." he answers
- you know he's lying though because you've seen bachira managing to vibe with the worst brainrot phonk you've ever heard
- you have no idea if bachira did that on purpose to avoid dancing with anyone but you, but it makes you all warm in your cheeks anyway
nagi seishiro ୨ৎ
- nagi slept through the entire debrief of the assignment
- he heard bits of it while coming in and out of sleep, something about.. dancing, partners, uhh.. worth more than half of your grade
- the usual stuff, he should be able to get it done, he'll just pair up with you– they mentioned partners right?
- he also naps through the calling of partnered names (😭😭)
- when he FINALLY does wake up though, that's when the jealousy and maybe panic begin to settle
- the first thing he does is walk up to you, tug on your sleeve and ask about the assignment "oh! sei we aren't partnered together, you're with uhm.. i think that girl?"
- he looks at you like you just told him the sun was a social construct
- he doesn't reply to that, quiet and confused before pulling out his phone to play another dumb game
- no "okay" or "what?" just... whatever the hell that was
- next morning he rolls into class with a wheelchair and a cast, he tells the teacher "he can't possibly dance like this" as if they would even think to protest against this??😭
reo mikage ୨ৎ
- does not believe his ears when he hears the roll call and your name isn't next to his
- he literally PAID this dumb school an extra bonus just to always have you paired with him in activities like these (the bonus being donuts)
- maybe this teacher just wasn't informed on the deal, that had to be it, he'll just slip him some word of advice!
- you'd think all is well after that confrontation..
- reo is near ready to strangle the teacher when he starts talking about how the new youth should "expand their social circle more"
- starts panicking
- "wtf?? i don't wanna dance with another girl HELLO?? what are you laughing for?? do YOU want to dance with some random guy [name]??"
- he negotiates with your dance partner and now he is 10k yen poorer (not like that affects him though)
- tries to act oblivious when you ask how you ended up getting paired with him now "what do you mean?? i was always your partnerrr pshh"
kunigami rensuke ୨ৎ
- kunigami does.. NOT get jealous?
- you initially thought he would, i mean it was only natural in situations like these after all
- when you ask him about it, he just smiles while pulling you closer by the waist "i trust you, you won't do anything with that guy"
- HELLO???
- so in the end, it's more like you're the one who's jealous
- you trust kunigami, you knew he wouldn't try something like that..
- who you don't trust is the absolute SNAKE that he's paired up with in this now stupid dance.
- you don't tell this to him until way after the entire hype of the assignment fades away and your grades are already finalized
- "okay so you know that girl you were paired up with, ren.. she like used to be a part of our friend group that fell apart and you wanna know why it broke apart, because of HER! so basically what happened.."
- he just nods while you gossip away like he always does
itoshi rin ୨ৎ
- if he's jealous he sure as hell doesn't give it away, at all.
- a blank slate, that's all he is in that exact moment, even when dancing with some other girl he didn't bother acknowledging, there's nothing
- what you ended up missing, is that his jealousy is as calculated like every move he makes on the field
- his glares are intentional, timed perfectly at every turn and spin to be aimed directly at the guy you were dancing with
- then, when you were the one in sight he'd tone his look down, keeping his face unreadable before slipping back into that deadpan when it's the guy again
- on off on off on off basically
- he plays it cool, doesn't bring it up in conversations after that class, or anywhere else
- as if it never even occured at all!
- the one time he lets his control slip is when he makes a passing comment on how your partner had "sloppy moves" and called him mumble from happy feet 😭?
itoshi sae ୨ৎ
- i like to believe sae somehow has it in him to dance the tango despite all his knowledge allocated to football
- "dancing is a sport, what're you so surprised for?" is all he replies back when he says this project wouldn't be much of a problem at all
- in this case you're the one jealous here, because not only is your partner shit at dancing, but sae is across the room twirling around with some other girl effortlessly.
- your bitterness gets to the best of you and you act on the impulse to trip your partner so you wouldn't have to dance with someone so god damn clumsy
- now here you are, sulking in your bedroom with sae beside you on the bed, a deadpanned gaze overlooking your faux distress
- "this.. this is.. HORRIBLE! oh.. the horrors of this horrifying horror..." you cried out
"did you just use horror 3 times??"
- sae quickly figures out you're jealous and doesn't hesitate, guiding your hips towards him with a quick motion of his hands "i'll teach you then, since you haven't got a partner."
- OMYGOD??
- all is well when you end up learning how to slow dance with sae in your bedroom, even if you accidentally bumped back onto your nightstand one too many times
ryusei shidou ୨ৎ
- acts totally unbothered when you both are partnered with other people
- "yeah no, i'm tootaally chill with it, maybe it's you who isn't cool with it yeah?" he teasingly pokes at you, and you only snort back in response to his show of ego
- hates it after 1 second of dancing
- ?? shidou, THE ryusei shidou, the crazy guy on campus with crazy good looks and crazy amazing skills in football?? is being partnered with some other who can't even keep up??
- texts you "get me tf outta here😭😭" when you're absent and sends you a video of his partner doing some embarrassing shit "RYU YOU CANT JUST VIDEO PEOPLE???"
- gets a barely passing score because thankfully your teacher is not as mean as he is
- continues to joke about the girl he was made to dance with for years to come "that reminds me of that one..."
- "SHUT UP??" you interrupt before he can even finish, already knowing what insult he's ready to shout out
otoya eita ୨ৎ
- he knew he was doomed the moment he found himself partnered with another
- given his history, and the fact that you know about it yourself, he'd NEVER– and i mean never hear the end of it from you
- he's not jealous and neither are you really, but you are nothing if not petty!
- you joke about it at every given opportunity "she take up your schedule again?" if he's late by a SECOND to one date "must've been meant for her huh" when he sends you a message meant for karasu😭
- "baby please enough with this preposterous behaviour"
"she teach you that big word? huh?" you quipped
"OH. MY. GODDD"
- even if he apologizes, claims that he's about as interested with her as he is with his aunt, you NEVER let up. he never hears the end of it, and he doesn't think he ever will in his.. 80 more years of living! woohoo!! i guess..
general taglist: @dontlickmyfeetplz (why r u the only one there im crine..)
cw + tw. fluff, some angst, fem!reader, aged-up!characters, pro-player!characters, friends to lovers + established relationships, pet names, (!!!)attempted assault (in kunigami’s scenario, but he’s obviously not the assailant), alcohol usage (in oliver’s), maximum self-indulgence
notes. jdjsjsn this is kind of all over the place but i just wanted to word dump some cute scenarios and headcanons
OLIVER AIKU
honestly, he’d get kind of scared. and not in an appalled way like, “psh, i’m oliver aiku! i can get any woman i want so why should i only care about this one person?!”
no, it’s because he’s fully aware of his disloyal and womanizing past that he’s afraid of this. he’s afraid he’ll end up hurting you—the one person he truly cares about—and he believes you don’t deserve that.
you deserve so much better than a douchebag like him.
he keeps that growing pit of adoration to himself and carries on with his life as always, but that can only do so much when he’s so clearly infatuated with you.
the most he lets himself do is tag along on your night out at clubs. however, he doesn’t drink a lick of alcohol. he needs to be sober to take care of you in case you get too wild out there to do so yourself. while he’s there though he talks to a few of the women flocking around, entertains them a bit, maybe as a feeble attempt to get you off his mind and forget about the jealousy rooted deep inside him when too many guys check you out and ask for a dance. but nowadays, he can never find it in himself to take any of these women home. that’s how deep his affections for you have run.
at one point during the night, you approach him with one too many drinks in your system, evident by your wobbly steps and the carefree grin plastered on your face.
“oli~! why don’ yer dance wit me?!” you slur, nearly toppling in front of him if not for oliver dashing forward to stop you from falling on your face.
“i think you’ve had one too many drinks, sweetheart,” he chides. after that he’s draping his large coat over your bare shoulders and leading you back to his car to get you home, while ignoring all the pouty women on his way out.
you object to leaving at first, droning about how the night is still young, but oliver is persistent in getting you home safe and sound. eventually, you doze off in the passenger seat while he’s driving. when he parks in front of your apartment complex, he carries you all the way up to your door, fishes out your keys from your clutch, and finally gets you into bed.
he lingers a little bit longer to make sure you’re all settled and if you need his help with anything, but once the buzz in your system has fizzled and your eyes are fully lidded, oliver assumes you’re out like a light. that is, until he’s sitting at your bedside and he hears the faintest murmur from your lips.
“love you… oliver…” is what comes out in a lovely daze and he almost wants to deny he heard it for both yours and his sake, but all he can do is muster a smile, ghosting a hand along your cheek, and say while you’re blissfully unaware,
“love you too, sweetheart.”
ITOSHI RIN
lowkey annoyed over this because instead of soccer plaguing his mind 24/7, his thoughts are now overrun by you! so he ignores the feeling, thinking it will magically go away or something. but newsflash to rin: it’s not as simple as it looks, and he ends up learning that lesson the hard way.
he spends the next week evading you—declining invites to hang out, sending half-hearted text messages, and ingraining himself in his soccer practices. unfortunately for him, his performance actually gets worse because now all those feelings he’s been bottling up inside his fragile heart are about to burst.
even shidou has been scoring more than him and rin just can’t live that down, especially when the former asks if the reason he’s been doing so poorly is because he and his “little girlfriend” broke up. which isn’t even the case since you’ve both never crossed that bridge.
poor boy goes home one day conflicted over all of this, slouched on the edge of his bed with his hands ruffled in his hair. soon he gets a text from you, which he shouldn’t be surprised by, given how he’s been treating you lately.
but then you’re asking him if he’s okay and rin is utterly taken aback because he’s been acting like such an asshole, yet you’re the one that’s still worried about his well-being.
right then and there rin has a long moment of contemplation, breathing a sigh into his hand which clasps over his mouth. he replies back with a quick apology text before telling you to meet him after his practice tomorrow. the moment he hits send, he tosses his phone on the bed, not willing to wait for that hovering gray bubble to appear on the message window.
when tomorrow arrives and practice is over, his steps are dragging along the pavement outside the training facility. he’s honestly doubting if you’ll even show up, but those qualms are immediately dashed when he sees your figure a few distances away. you’re standing there with apprehension written on your features, which morph into worry as soon as you cross eyes with him.
rin can’t even get a word in or form a coherent thought because the moment you run up to him, you’re blabbering about how he didn’t have to apologize because he was probably working so hard on soccer, chasing his dreams and the like. then, you bring up how maybe you should continue distancing yourself in order to help him focus, and god, that flicks a switch in rin’s head because that is far from what he wants.
all of a sudden, he’s silencing you as he pulls you into his chest. you find yourself buried in his jersey, confused but not drifting away, and even return the embrace when you sense him shake against you.
“fuck, no. i don’t want that all…” his voice sounds like he’s about to break as he mutters those words into your hair. his arms tighten around your shoulders as if you’ll leave him at any moment. you assure him you won’t as you nuzzle closer into his chest.
“then i’m not going anywhere, rin.”
NAGI SEISHIRO
the thought comes upon him when he’s alone in his apartment. it’s not immediate though.
the sunlight seeping through the curtains inevitably wakes him up one very late morning. and by very late, i mean this dozy boy definitely slept in that day, if he couldn’t already tell from his digital clock reading 11am.
even though nagi is always keen on getting plenty of shut-eye, he’s constantly kept on his toes when it comes to having a productive sleep schedule. partially due to soccer practices, but also because you sometimes visit him in the mornings. so normally, he’s woken by the ruckus you’re making while cooking him breakfast in the kitchen.
but this morning it’s… silent. which in hindsight, nagi should be happy about, right? he got to sleep in, after all, and he doesn’t have practice today. what more could he want?
once he shakes off the last remnants of sleep from his body, he finally musters the strength to get out of bed and maybe start his day with something to eat. which this morning is… leftovers. specifically the leftovers from the last time you made him food—a couple days ago.
regardless, he warms them up and sits down with a plate on the table. says his appreciations for the meal and digs in. when the first bite enters his mouth, it tastes the same as when he initially had it, but there’s an empty feeling in the bottom of his stomach he can’t quite pinpoint. he scarfs down a few more spoonfuls until he grows tired of eating, resting his head on the table.
his tummy is full, yet that emptiness persists—it’s been on the forefront of his mind for several days now and it’s starting to annoy him. he can’t determine why that is and what makes those days any different from before succumbing to that void in his heart.
after all, nothings changed.
just that… you went on an overseas trip. without him.
well, it’s not like he was ever going to be invited since you’re supposed to be vacationing with your girlfriends.
ah, wait. maybe he’s just lonely.
no, that can’t be it. he hung out with reo and some of the other blue lock boys the day after you left. even a slacker like him still makes time to see his friends. so what is he missing here?
the question lingers in nagi’s noggin as he drags his fork along the remaining food stuck on his plate. at some point, his phone’s ringing breaks him from his stupor, and he’s surprised to glance over and see your caller id on the screen.
he’s not sure what comes over him, but nagi swears he’s never hit the accept button so fast in his life. immediately, he brings the phone next to his ear, and is the first one on the line to utter “hello?”
“sei, you’re awake! i’m glad i got the time zones right!” you exclaim in your cheery tone that nagi has always been accustomed to hearing in the morning. “y’see i’ve stumbled on a gift shop the other day and found a few souvenirs i’d think you’d like!”
you ramble on and on about your adventures around the country you’re visiting and nagi finds himself absorbing your voice, hanging on every word, and even nodding next to the phone like you’re right here in front of him.
suddenly, his heart feels so full and everything clicks into place again. it’s like his day never actually started until you appeared with all your mirth and energy. even on opposite sides of the earth, you’re still the sun to his moon.
“angel,” he murmurs as you’re in the middle of talking, and you’re silent after acknowledging his call, waiting on his words.
“come home soon. i miss you.”
ISAGI YOICHI
this boy is a mess! he’s the kind of guy who as soon as those feelings start blooming in his chest, he gets super flustered around you all the time. and it’s obvious too.
before, he was super nonchalant with you. treated you like a friend, flirted without even knowing because he’s just that comfortable around you, but when any of his friends or family mention how the two seem closer than you realize, he just freezes and his mind goes blank. erupts in an embarrassing fit of sputtering and denial, face searing red down to the nape of his neck. it’s so cute.
however, he’s not fooling anybody! anyone can tell by the windblown expression on his face—starstruck eyes admiring you as a warm grin overtakes his features—that he’s absolutely smitten by you. he just needs to admit it already.
well, his next outing with you (in which he swears wasn’t actually a date, but c’mon isagi), finally gets him to come to terms with his emotions as he reminisces spending the whole day just laughing his heart out and being so full of that warmth and happiness you give him that makes him feel completely weightless. almost like he can do anything. afterward, when he gets home, he rushes upstairs and literally flails in his bed with the most insane blush on his cheeks. like wow, he’s in love with you.
isagi yoichi is in love with you.
but love to isagi is like a double-edged sword, especially to someone who just escaped that blue lock hellhole and now has to devote even more of his life to his soccer career.
with that carefree sensation comes a new box of trepidations that he’s afraid to open.
what if there comes a time when he would have to choose between you or soccer? he’s hoping that won’t ever be the case. he’d hate to struggle juggling the two and end up breaking your heart.
god, never in a million years does he want that.
the best he can do is take steps to introduce this side of his life to you. he does so in extravagant fashion, by inviting you to come watch him play during his championship game.
to say you were a little startled by his offer was an understatement, but you take him up on it, and promise you’ll be there, especially since isagi went out of his way to get you the best seats in the stadium.
on the day of his match, he’s more nervous about performing well in front of you rather than winning. winning is instinct for him so he has no doubts he’ll claim victory and take home the championship cup. he’s just eager to show you a new isagi you’ve never seen before, rather than the tongue-tied, flustered puppy isagi that’s been vying for your attention lately.
coming onto the field, his eyes are too busy swerving in the direction of where you’re seated than focus on his opponents. the moment he distinguishes your figure at the very front of the stands—draped in a jersey that reads his name—countless butterflies begin fluttering in his stomach. it’s a feeling that he can never truly convey into words.
all he does is let an elated grin spread wide on his lips, cheeks swathed in such a dainty shade of rose that has his teammates swatting the back of his head to remind him he has a very important game to win.
and oh does isagi win. during the match he scores four goals in quick succession, absolutely annihilating the other team to the point where it’s downright embarrassing for the opposing side. the commentators are completely baffled, questioning what has the player so stoked. little do they realize that each of those goals were all made in your name and isagi can’t wait to let you know that later with his championship cup in hand.
ITOSHI SAE
sae is pretty accepting of this revelation. nothing really fazes him after all, and he recognizes that it was only a matter of time before he came to terms with the idea that he might be head over heels for you.
in fact, he takes those feelings in stride.
as if sae wasn’t already a gentleman before this, his mannerisms around you only intensify. he’s constantly holding the door open for you, pulling out your chair, giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold, and so on. you never have to lift a finger when you’re with him. it’s to the point where he’s even sweeping stray hairs off your face and tucking them behind your ear before you’re given a chance to realize they were bothering you in the first place. not a day goes by where he doesn’t place you on a pedestal and worship you in the best ways he knows how.
he’s also gotten very touchy and a tiny bit possessive (okay maybe more than a tiny bit). sae isn’t the type to initiate pda regularly, but whenever he feels threatened in any way—which is very rare but not impossible—he always has a hand on you. whether it’s on your lower back as he ushers you closer to him, or intertwining your fingers together before sending a cold, piercing glare over his shoulder at the offending party, he always makes his intentions with you known even if you yourself are oblivious of them.
it’s not like he’s controlling or obsessive either. he simply wants to make you feel special. to be frank, he’s setting such a high standard that no other man can compare to him.
on more than one occasion, he’s had to travel overseas for international business, and the first time he left the country for an extended period without you, he grew incredibly homesick. not because he particularly misses the normalcy of his life back in japan, but because it always feels a little empty, and frankly, boring without you by his side. he’s grown to appreciate the moments he shares with you, from the time he wakes up beside you to when he falls asleep while you’re in his arms.
after that, whenever he has to fly out of the country, he insists you tag along with him, and goes out of his way to pay for all your expenses—plane ticket, lodgings, everything. most of the time, you try turning down his offer, stating you don’t want to be a hindrance while he’s working. yet sae counters by saying it’ll be more trouble for him if you weren’t there with him than not, and who are you to object when he’s staring at you with such unwavering ocean eyes, looking as if you’re the whole world to him.
KUNIGAMI RENSUKE
deep down, kunigami has always held you closely in his heart, regardless if he’s aware of the love he possesses behind it.
it’s natural for him to want to protect the people he cherishes, but with you, you activate something so visceral inside him. it scares him sometimes, how you can make his whole body rattle, blood pumping erratically to the point where all he can hear is the ringing in his ears and his heart thumping wildly out of his chest.
that’s especially the case when he receives a late night call from you while he’s settling himself at his apartment. he’s slightly surprised by the random call. you don’t normally reach out for him at this time since you’re either going to sleep or hanging out with friends in the dormant hours of the night.
accepting the call, he brings the phone to his ear.
“hello? y/n?”
“r-ren? u-um, can you please stay on the phone with me..?” you whisper in the receiver, tone quivering to a frightening degree. he hears the anxiety laced in your voice and suddenly sirens go off in his head.
“where are you?” he questions sternly as he instantly stands from his seat, reaching for his car keys.
“i just left a club and was going to walk to the station, but… s-someone’s–”
kunigami doesn’t need to hear anymore to understand the full picture that makes his bones quake for your safety as he dashes out the door.
“i’m coming to get you, so send me your location. until then, stay in an open area and don’t stop talking to me, okay?”
you affirm quietly before moving your phone from your ear to pin your location to him with trembling fingers. as you’re doing so, kunigami’s already started the ignition to his car, revving on the roads with little care of the law. he’s never driven this fast in his life, swearing he’s a defensive driver, but that means nothing to him when your safety is on the line right now.
if he grips his steering wheel any harder, it might just break off from his bare strength alone. a single glance at the map on his dash tells him he’s less than a minute away from your position. in the last stretch, he can finally spot your frightened silhouette under the dimly lit lamps.
as soon as you recognize the model of his vehicle, relief washes over your tense shoulders. you take it as your chance to escape your precarious situation, but the shady man a few meters away decides to attempt a last minute assault, dashing in your direction.
when the fiery-haired athlete sees this, his restraint all but snaps. he gets out of his car without even slamming his door shut and spontaneously reaches for you, pulling you behind his intimidating, brawny frame before punching the man square in the jaw. the assailant tumbles onto the hard ground, completely knocked out.
kunigami’s attention immediately turns to you, putting all his efforts into your well-being as he yanks you in his protective embrace. the adrenaline from both your bodies wears off and the striker can sense you bursting into tears against his chest.
“ren, i’m so sorry, i was out with friends and i thought it would okay for me to stay out later even though they wanted to leave, and-and–” your words collide with your jumbled thoughts, but the last thing kunigami wants is for you to apologize for this scumbag’s actions.
“shh, princess. it’s not your fault,” he whispers next to your ear, “fuck! if anything happened to you… i… i…” his voice breaks apart. his hold on you tightens just imagining if he was even a second late coming to your side. for now, he’s thankful to have you back safe and sound, tucking you closer to his heart.
MIKAGE REO
when reo considers that what he was feeling might no longer be a crush, but rather actual love for you, he’s a bit doubtful. mostly because he’s approached countless girls with romantic intentions in mind, however, to his disappointment, he’ll discover that they’re mainly interested in his status instead of him as a person. his good looks and charisma are just a plus for them. therefore he’s very hesitant to fully act on these emotions, afraid to have his heart broken again.
however, he slowly starts accepting the notion that he might be wrong about you. it shows in the way you’re always asking about his life outside of him being an heir to a billion-dollar corporation. he’s stunned by how your features can glow with such intrigue whenever he speaks about his time in blue lock, leading to his journey to becoming a star player in the land of professional football. most girls he entertained would fake interest in this before quickly changing the subject.
eventually, they’ll throw themselves on him to garner his favor and try gaining access to his parents’ wealth. however, you seek greater value in sharing the same experiences with him. you take him out to watch movies, hangout at the most unique cafes, and have the time of your lives at amusement parks.
reo’s used to his dates borderline demanding him to drive them out for extensive shopping sprees or book them dinners to the most high-end restaurants in the city. it becomes exhausting when all his partner sees in him is a personal wallet for them to call on whenever they’re eyeing the newest luxury trends displayed on shop windows.
so to have a person like you by his side, who doesn’t determine his value on such materialistic facets is… refreshing… but also just as frightening because he’s afraid of losing such a precious person like you.
though it may be counterintuitive, reo means to return your kindness by spoiling you, thinking you’re someone who genuinely deserves to be dolled up and treated like royalty.
the first time reo swipes his card on a hefty purchase for you, you’re a little bit overwhelmed, going on to say he didn’t have to do all this. but the man is difficult to argue around, what with his suave words and charismatic demeanor that makes it hard for you to say no to the jewels and dresses he wants to adorn on your body.
then as if he couldn’t have pampered you anymore, he also brings up the offer for you move into his penthouse so you don’t have to worry about rent while making ends meet. of course, you bring up the case that you don’t want to rely on him for money—that you simply enjoy being with him—but reo counters with similar reasoning.
“c’mon doll, just let me do this for you,” he insists. “you’ve done so much for me already, and i just want to make sure you know how special you are to me.”
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the locker room is finally silent, the echo of the final whistle replaced by the low hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic drip of a distant shower. it’s that heavy, post-practice stillness where every sound feels magnified, but all you really hear is the rush of your own tired thoughts. kunigami doesn’t need to ask how your day went, he’s always been uncannily good at reading the room, especially when you’re the only one in it. he sees it in the rigid line of your shoulders, the way your eyes stay glued to the scuffed floor, and the way your “i’m fine” smile doesn’t even try to reach your eyes. he’s already seated on the edge of the wooden bench, his broad frame taking up space in a way that usually feels imposing, but right now, he’s the only thing in the room that feels like solid ground.
he spreads his legs to make room, reaching a hand out before you’ve even fully crossed the floor. it isn’t a suggestion, it is a quiet, firm order to stop holding everything together by yourself. when you take his hand and step into the space between his knees, he pulls you in without a word, guiding you onto his lap. then he adjusts you, not just sitting you there, but methodically tucking you in. he turns you sideways, drawing your knees up toward your chest and curling you small against him. one arm hooks securely under your legs, hoisting them up so you’re completely off the floor, while the other wraps around your torso, pinning you to his chest. you end up folded into him, your weight entirely supported by his strength, like he’s decided you don’t have to carry yourself for a while.
you breathe in the scent of him — the cooling sensation of muscle rub, a hint of citrus soap, and the underlying warmth of clean skin. his heartbeat is slow and heavy where your face is pressed to his shirt, and little by little, your own pulse starts to mimic that steady rhythm. the silence between you doesn’t feel awkward or empty ; it’s a thick, protective barrier between you and whatever is waiting outside those locker room doors. he lets your body go soft in his hold, your forehead eventually dropping into the crook of his neck. his arms are locked around you with the kind of certainty he brings to the field, bracing against a pressure only he can feel.
he doesn’t ask what happened or who’s to blame. he doesn't demand names, details, or a play-by-play of your stress, and he doesn’t try to fix it with those generic, empty lines about everything being okay. he knows you don’t need a pep talk, you need a fortress. instead, he tightens his grip just a fraction, his thumb moving in slow, grounding circles over your shin where his hand is wrapped around your legs. his other hand rubs a slow, repetitive path up and down your back, the heat of his palm seeping through your clothes. the motion is simple and meditative, a physical reminder that you’re here, you’re grounded, and you aren’t drifting off into your own head.
outside the room, the world is still loud — full of expectations, quotas, and the constant need to be “on”. but inside the circle of his arms, none of that can reach you. there’s only the rough cotton of his shirt against your cheek, the solid heat of his chest, and the secure weight of his arms keeping you curled safely in his lap. he rests his chin on the top of your head, letting out a small, relaxed sigh that tells you he’s exactly where he wants to be. he’s not impatient for you to “get over it”, nor is he bothered by the weight of you. he’s content to sit in the quiet for as long as it takes for the tightness in your chest to loosen. you’re being held together by someone who treats your peace of mind like a priority, someone who doesn't flinch when you need to be small. with your knees tucked up and his arms wrapped firmly around you, the air finally feels easy to catch.
it'd be so easy. all you had to do was reach and grab, and your hunger for his touch would be solved.
buuut, then again, what if he didnt like it? what if he pulled away because it made him feel uncomfortable? what if he started thinking you were too clingy and started second-guessing your relationship? there was just too much at risk. you decided to just suck up the pit feeling in your stomach and keep your hands to yourself.
suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and it was brought up to your boyfriend's face, who kissed it again and again.
"never be afraid to hold my hand, ok? there's nowhere it'd rather be than in yours." he said between pecks, a happy smile on his face.
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Note: This list includes Isagi, Aiku, Rin, Nagi, Kunigami and Kaiser. I will make a continuation soo stay tuned and I hope you enjoy. Don't repost please!!!!!!
𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢: he loves your cheekbones. Be it giving you quick pecks or gentle kisses before he goes out, Isagi never forgets to kiss that part of you.
𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮: he loves to tease you and make you blush. That's why he aims for the place that will make you flustered the most. He loves to drag his lips from your elbow to your shoulder in a really slow matter just to tease you, imitating the movement of a snake trying to use his poison on you.
𝐑𝐢𝐧: Rin isn't really emotional and doesn't show much but he still loves to kiss you. He wouldn't do anything in public since it isn't really like him, though when you get home it's an entire different story. He loves your collarbone. It looks soo gentle and feminin to him. That's why he lays a big amount of kisses on it when you get home.
𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢: Nagi isn't affectionate and doesn't really pay much attenttion but that doesn't mean he won't take of an opportunity to kiss you if he feels like it. He would randomly grab your hand and kiss it or just rub it against his face cause your touch is soo soft and pleasurable to him.
𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢: After the wildcard something switched in him and he started to value you even more. Every single one of his kisses holds great emotion and care. He would kiss your face since it's the most expressive part of the body and it sendd him great comfort that he can.
𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫: Kaiser is possessive and a total lunatic when it comes to being the best. His animalistic nature and want to have you all to himself is pretty evident in his kisses. He would leave hickeys on your neck while you sleep or during love-making just to show that you are his and already have someone in your life to give you that sort of pleasure.
Kunigami Rensuke was never the type to get caught up in appearances, at least, that’s what he always told himself. What mattered most to him was strength, confidence, and heart. But if he was being honest, there was something about you that made his chest warm in a way nothing else could: the way your curves filled his arms when he hugged you, the way you looked so comfortable in your own skin, the way he could bury his big hands around your waist and never want to let go.
He loves it. He loves you.
When you curl into his side while he’s sprawled out on the couch, he can’t help but pull you even closer, palm splayed against your hip like he’s trying to memorize every inch. He’ll kiss the side of your head and murmur, “You fit so perfectly against me. Like you were made to be here.”
Kunigami doesn’t just see your body, he adores it. He admires how strong you are when you carry yourself with confidence, and even on the days when you don’t feel as secure, he’s the first to remind you. “You’re beautiful,” he’ll say firmly, his voice carrying the same conviction he uses on the field. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
And when you wear clothes that accentuate your curves? He’s done for. He’ll blush like crazy, scratch at the back of his neck, but his eyes will follow you in quiet awe. “You’re going to kill me,” he’ll mutter with a half-smile, the tips of his ears burning red.
Most of all, Kunigami treasures how soft you are compared to him. After long training sessions, when his body aches from the intensity, you’re his comfort. He’ll wrap his arms around you, face pressed against your chest or your stomach, sighing deeply like he’s finally found peace. “This… this is my favorite place in the world,” he whispers, holding you tighter.
Because to Kunigami, you’re not just “thicc.” You’re everything he ever wanted: warmth, softness, strength, and beauty all in one. And he’ll never stop reminding you how much he loves you for it.
