#prmanager! reader

Clarifications: Reader is Alternative and Female! This is x Blue Lock meaning MULTIPLE love interests however nothing crazy ykyk. Non-Canon, will more than likely be ooc because I gotta make em match your energy somehow🤷🏻‍♀️

NO MANGA SPOILERS!!

Chapter 3

Sighing, you fell back against the plush bed, eyeing the mounds of boxes with discontent.

“This is so not cash money.” You groaned, lifting yourself off of your mattress that poor Anri had to order seeing as Jinpachi tried to give you a squeaky ass, thin ass, hard ass mattress.

The boxes were moved into the room at 9 this morning, and it was 2pm currently and you had made no progress. Straight procrastination for the past 5 hours. Having already done your makeup, you basically had nothing else to do.

Your makeup was just another form of expression for you, just as your hair, outfits, piercings, and everything else was. They were all things that made you stand out, things that defined you in a way that you were proud of.

Staring at yourself now in your iphone 6’s camera, your smokey eye had smudged, black eyeshadow surrounding your eye which made them pop out. Thick and chunky mascara covered your lashes all around, nearly touching your brows which were contoured. Everything was contoured, with bright and unrealistic highlighter. Your lips probably needed a reapplication of lip gloss, and your face could probably use some powder. That seemed like a hassle..

Right. Nagi Seishiro, the lazy soccer prodigy. Everything was always a hassle to him. He was like a sloth, and annoyingly adorable. You wanted to be on his brain wave length, to feel so worn you can just lay there. The alternative was you, high strung and always needing to be doing something you found enriching.

Right, you needed to unpack and decorate this awfully boring room that was probably the reason for your current un-enthusiastic feelings toward being alive on this day.

You grinned, getting an idea—probably unwise and something uncle would stare at you disappointedly for later—and pulling out your phone. It was cracked in at least 3 places with a custom-blinged out case that clearly wasn’t doing its job. The phone itself was the version 6, you liked the old, nostalgic vibe until it came to doing more modern activities which your phone wouldn’t accommodate for. But that’s what your laptop was for, anyway.

Your finger clicked almost instinctively to your messages, pulling a certain contact from the list you were given when you were employed. This was most definitely probably illegal in some confidentiality law but also you weren’t entirely sure kidnapping 100 teenagers and making them sleep in beanbags and torturing them was 100% legal so who’s counting?

The boys should have their phones back now, right?

After a few more minutes of melting into your bed you heard a loud knocking on your door. You got up the get it, brushing your messy hair down so you look just a little presentable.

Opening the door, you expect Bachira, maybe even Isagi being dragged being him. What you doing expect is the whole gang, Reo, Nagi, Isagi, and Bachira, with Bachira in the front leading like a tyrant.

You blink, your grin widening. Your policy was always ‘the more the merrier’, so to see the extra two did nothing but excite you.

“What’s shaken bacon?” You stepped to the side, allowing them to enter your little humble abode.

“(Y/N)!! Hi!!” Bachira immediately welcomed himself in, a bright smile being sent your way.

Isagi walked close to him awkwardly, avoiding eye contact like he’s never been in a girl’s room before.(He hasn’t) He ears were pink as he mumbled a polite “hey” and shuffled in the room.

Behind him were Reo and Nagi, who was on Reo’s shoulders. “Hey Mrs. PR manager, hope you don’t mind if we help too. Nagi wanted to come,” Reo said with mild confidence as he walked in behind the other two, his words earning a complaint from his white haired koala boy hanging from his back.

“You wanted to come too Reo,” Nagi huffed, displeased the blame of their presence was placed on himself.

Giggling at their antics, you kicked the door shut behind you, walking toward the mound of boxes they were all now looking at.

“Wow these are a lot of boxes! What’s in em anyway?” Bachira asked, already trying to look in a few you had haphazardly cut open.

“Stop looking in there Bachira!! You don’t know what’s in there, it could be private!” Isagi scolded his friend, pulling him back by the collar.

Reo sat Nagi down on a miniature couch in the middle of the room, letting him drape over it while he walked back toward the three of you.

“Aren’t you eager?” You teased Bachira, ruffling his hair. “y’all are free to open any boxes, promise i ain’t got nothin’ my-eyes-only. We’re all friends, ain’t we?” Your smile was carefree and light, clearly comfortable with them. Despite just meeting them, you were rather relaxed for a girl having 4 boys in her room that she just met. That was just how you were though, always quick to accept people and make yourself comfortable in their presence. It was a gift when it came to your line of work, but a curse in other cases. Someone too trusting could easily end up in peculiar predicaments, as you often did. But as long as you were having a good time, it didn’t matter much to you.

“yeah..” Isagi nodded hesitantly, reluctantly letting Bachira continue to snoop.

“So,” Reo began, taking a box himself and peeling open the cardboard. “What’s first?”

So far, you had unpacked about half the boxes. Isagi was awkwardly but precisely putting decorations up and furniture, bringing your desk over to your bed and clothing racks to the other end of the room. A small TV was set up in front of the coach Nagi had been laying on, and other necessities in your life such as your oversized leopard print heel-chair and a custom painted table for the living area. The room itself was much like a studio apartment with no separate rooms other than a small bathroom, so the room had been divided into a bedroom, living area, and a small kitchen to store snacks and drinks.

Reo was helpful with organization, more into the fine details of things like books, dvd’s, and other decorations. He helped sort your shirts from your pants, nearly astonished at the sheer amount of clothes and accessories you owned.

“Wow (Y/N), are you into fashion or something? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many clothes in my life..” Reo blurted out, looking at the floor that was covered in piles of different clothing pieces that included tights, belts, shirts, everything basically. Don’t even get him started on the jewelry that he had spent an hour and a half organizing into your jewelry box.

“Hm? Oh, yeah it’s like a hobby, y’know? I’m totally into the whole 2000’s shit right now but I can’t really choose what my style is so I like to have a variety, y’know?” He nodded along like he understood, but you could see him slightly judging the absurd amount of different colored tights and bracelets that you have.

“Are you like, emo or something?” Nagi questioned, lazily glancing over at your wardrobe.

You rolled your eyes, draping over your couch to half-drape yourself over the white haired boy. “Did you ask Ego that when you first met him too?”

He blinked at you, contemplating the thought of Ego being emo.

“Ouh look! It’s a Britney spears poster! She’s got a snake wrapped around her, that’s so cool, I want a snake,” Bachira beamed, spreading the different posters you had while slapping them on your wall with the straightness of a homosexual. The posters were crooked, messy, and random. You loved it.

“Wowzies Megs, you really know how to design a room, huh?” You praised, setting your chin on his head as you admired his work on your wall.

“That’s good interior design to you?” Isagi questioned, his eyes actively avoiding the posters with half naked women and judging the disorderly structure of it.

“You just don’t see the vision, Isagi! (Y/N) gets it.” Bachira smiled goofily, enjoying your embrace around his shoulders. He pouted when you let go, walking over to the ‘bathroom box’, setting your shampoos and soaps along the tub. Isagi, the sweet boy he is, had put up your shower curtain for you which was a zebra print with a layered, sparkly, hot pink translucent curtain over it.

You set your tooth brush and comb on the sink counter, and shoved everything else in the cabinet below knowing everything would probably end up strewn about the counter anyway.

“Hey PR manager, what’s this?” A voice called out, and you could tell form who just by the name alone. The boy refused to call you by your name, actually both of them did. Nagi and Reo. But the sleepy tone in the voice told you exactly who.

You came out of the bathroom, swinging yourself over the couch the white haired boy was sat on, plopping yourself next to him as he shuffled through a box of your old gaming consoles.

“My nintendo n64? yeah i’ve had that shit since I was a kid, but I’ve been having trouble findin sellers who make plugs for it anymore.” You said, sighing as you leaned back into the comfortable couch.

“Does it still work?” Nagi asked, his fingers tracing over each control like it was a gift from the sky above.

“probably, want to try it?” You grinned at him, snagging it and beginning to plug everything into the right spot, working like a damn electrician.

Once you got it working, you threw Nagi one remote and kept one yourself, sitting yourself on the floor as you leaned back against the couch.

“You pick, player.” You motioned for him to choose the game, a lopsided grin on your face. Your head was positioned next to his knee, the proximity between the two of you making the lazy genius feel things. Weird stuff he only felt when he was deep into a game.

Weird.

The two of you ended up playing some kind of low graphic pokemon game, dueling against each other. It actally got kind of competitive, with Reo on the side cheering Nagi on while Bachira was on yours, the two of you taunting the other team.

"Woah (Y/N), you're pretty good at this, I've never seen Nagi lose before." He praised, sitting criss-cross applesauce beside you. He looked like a little sibling

"Holy glaze. Pull my skirt back up when you’re done, shit,” He cackled, his eyes gleaming with interest. You were so funny, weren’t you?

"Come on, Nagi! Don't let her beat you!" Reo cheered, watching his friend's gameplay as he had a million times before. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at, always having the more modern consoles compared to this.

"I'm trying," Nagi huffed, his fingers clicking in fast movements on the weirdly shaped controller. He had never used one of these before, otherwise he would have whooped you by now. "I've never met a girl good at videogames before." He stated bluntly, causing his friend to choke on his spit.

"Nagi! You can't say that!"

The white haired by looked confused, his concentration slightly deviated form the game. "Why not?"

"It's misogynistic."

You laughed, turning your head slightly toward Reo. "Shit, you tryna steal my job, monopoly man?"

He laughed, rolling his eyes at your accusation. "Just trying to lighten your workload, mrs. manager."

Grinning in response, you took your controller and threw it to Reo, watching him fumble around with it to pick up where you left off. Very intense stuff happening on your TV.

"What the hell?!" He panicked, his fingers trying to figure out which buttons do what while getting absolutely slammed by Nagi.

"He's cracked at this shit, my fingers were getting tired." You waved him off, getting up from your spot on the floor.

"You suck at this game, Reo," Nagi stated, mid ass-whooping.

"How do you even jump?!"

Leaving the boys in the living area you sauntered over to Isagi, who was looking at the last few boxes like he was deep in thought. Smiling, you crouched to his level, poking him in the cheek. The boys jumped a little, apparently not being very aware of his surroundings.

"Whatcha' thinkin bout, Yoichi?"

He blinked, startled and slightly flustered at the short distance between your face and his. "Oh, hey. It's nothing really, I guess. How long was I spaced out for?"

You put a finger to your cheek as if in thought. "If I had to give you a number, I'd say 'round 10 minutes, though, it's easier to just say way too fucking long. What're you lookin' at?"

You peeked over his shoulder, your eyes landing on a box of photos you had planned to hang up.

Isagi flustered, making a move to shove the pictures back in the box, but ultimately just decided to say what he was thinking. He sighed, carefully picking up a picture of a young man wearing all black, a soccer uniform on with a small girl next to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His face held indifference to the gesture, a contrast to the girl who had a big smile on her face, just happy to be next to him.

“This photo.. it’s Ego, isn’t it?” Your lips parted as you looked at the old photograph, a distant memory of that day. Rocking back on your feet, you fully sat on the ground next to Isagi. The striker watched your fond expression with confusion, his eyes flickering between the photo and you.

“Sure is, Jinpachi Ego. back when he played professionally, and ate something besides instant ramen.” The two of you laughed, your eyes still set on the picture.

“So,” Isagi began, his eyes trailing to the young girl on the photo, her eyes familiar. “That’s you then?”

You nodded, your hand reaching for a stack of photos in the box, laying them out for your new friend. His eyes widened as the pictures came to life on your floor, all of them having two common denominators. You and Ego. Most were from long ago, when you were only a child who had nothing but admiration for the weird man in black. Others were from later stages in your life, ending when you were about fifteen.

“Who is he, then? To you, I mean.” He clarified, his eyes searching for an answer in yours before you gave it.

Cheekily grinning, you rolled back on your feet, leaning in toward the boy. Bringing your hand to your mouth as if telling a secret, you brought your lips to his ear.

Isagi’s face turned pink as he tensed, feeling your warm breath against his neck and your hand holding his shoulder for support. He awaited your response, eager to know what your relationship was to the creep who had been torturing him and his teammates for the past three months.

“Jin is really my uncle, but it’s a secret so don’t tell anyone, kay? I know you won’t, Yoichi.” You grinned, standing up and sending him a wink.

Isagi watched you walk away, his eyes widened. He would have never guessed but now that he thought about it, your grin, the way you carried yourself, it almost made sense. I can see the resemblance.. He thought, his hand gripping his chin in thought. You were definitely cuter, though.

@managingy/n The room is COMPLETE we officially up y’all🥹✌️ nobody @ me on the posters being off center Bachira can’t be straight for shit

megumonster WHEN CAN I COME OVER AGAIN N/N??

managingy/n SOON BBY SOON!! JIN LWK ON MY ASS ABOUT TS LOLL😝 I MISS Y’ALL ALREADY💔

reomikageofficial this is our public relationships manager btw guys.

user473 STOP UR SO CUTE?? OMG??

user027 Imagine your PR manager being some alt girl 😭

user339 she probably using her paycheck to fund that za🥹

zzzseishiro_7 this was the price we had to pay to get our phones

user204 bru hella unprofessional id be embarrassed if this was my brand😂

reomikageofficial i’d be embarrassed if i commented this w/ a private profile 😂

managingy/n reo never use the laughing emoji again im scared

user330 so what business do 4 guys have in their managers room.. okay

user448 OMG GUYS THEY HAVE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS NOW!!

isag1yoich1 thank you for getting us out of training 🫡

managingy/n anytime cutie💕😘

user018 not y’all flirting bye💔🥹

@zzzeishiro_7 y/n has cool games

user198 oh my god?? are they js chilling in her room😭

user463 nah rs she living the dream ‼️

user013 NO WAY SHE HAS NINTENDO N64

megumonster our little y2k PR manager❤️

user563 y’all are adorable i’m crying💔

user328 is this what she gets paid for🫩

user224 it got y’all talking so clearly she’s doing smth right 🤷🏻‍♀️

reomikageofficial nagi was playing on her consoles the ENTIRE time we were cleaning btw🥀

user989 nagi is so cutesie omg😘

user003 our gamer king😝

isag1yoich1 she made us decorate her whole room🫩 i never knew how many clothes girls have..

@isag1yoich1 my day in case ANYONE asks..

managingy/n ty for helping sweetie💕

isag1yoich1 it was no problem!! let me know if you need any more help in the future :)

user385 bros whipped

user675 i kinda ship it..

user563 nah her and #8 are end game trust🫰

user167 coolest pr manager ever omg

zzzeishiro_7 i miss her couch