#sendou headcanons

He pouts dramatically, leaning into you with big puppy eyes. “Ehhh, you don’t like it? Not even when I score those super cool goals just for you?”

He’ll definitely keep joking about it, but the truth is—he doesn’t care that much.

As long as you’re his, he’s happy. You’re his safe place outside of football.

“That’s okay, I’ll like it enough for both of us.” He’ll grin, tugging you to sit with him during practice anyway, curling into your side like a cat.

Secretly, every goal he makes, he’s still hoping you’ll cheer—just once.

Itoshi Rin

“…Tch. Figures.” He looks away immediately, cold and sharp.

At first, he sees it as rejection—not just of football, but of him. Because football is his identity, his pride, his life.

He goes distant, walls slamming up… until he notices you haven’t left. You still sit by him, listen to him, support him—even if you don’t like the sport.

Slowly, he realizes you see Rin the person, not just Rin the footballer. That makes him soften in ways he didn’t expect.

Eventually, he’ll mutter, “It’s fine. You don’t have to like football. Just don’t stop liking me.”

Itoshi Sae

Sae looked at you deadpan. “Of course you don’t. You’ve got taste.”

He teases you for it constantly, brushing off your dislike like it’s nothing. In truth, he doesn’t care if you like football—he’s already drowning in fans who worship his skills. He doesn’t need that from you.

He actually finds it refreshing. You’re not blinded by his fame, you just… love him.

“Stay the way you are. Everyone else can love my football. You just have to love me.”

Kunigami Rensuke

His eyes widen, and you can see the heartbreak. “You don’t? Really?”

But Kunigami’s way too sweet to guilt you over it. He’d sigh, ruffle your hair, and smile warmly.

“That’s okay. Not everyone has to like the same things. I still want you there, though. You’re important to me.”

He’ll keep inviting you to games, never forcing, always patient. And if you do cheer—just once—he’ll probably play ten times harder, just to make you proud.

Chigiri Hyoma

He blinks in surprise, pink strands falling into his eyes. “Huh. That’s… unexpected.”

For a moment, he feels a sting—football is tied to his pride and his comeback from injury. But he quickly realizes you don’t mean it as an insult.

He smirks lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Guess that means I’ll just have to run fast enough to make you like it.”

He’ll put on a show for you every time he plays, secretly craving your attention even if you don’t love the sport.

Nagi Seishiro

He just shrugs lazily, leaning against your shoulder. “M’kay. I didn’t like football at first either. Too much work.

Nagi doesn’t care if you’re not into it—he actually finds it comforting. He fell into football by accident, so he gets where you’re coming from.

“You don’t have to like it. You just have to watch me, yeah?”

He’ll keep dragging you to his games anyway, half-asleep with his head in your lap during travel, murmuring, “As long as you’re there, it’s fine.”

Reo Mikage

Absolutely crushed. “Wait, wait, wait—babe, how can you not like football?? Do you know how many hours I’ve trained just so you’d think I’m cool?”

He’d whine about it endlessly, begging you to give it a chance. He’s not mad, but he’s desperate for you to share the passion he and Nagi have.

“You don’t have to love it, but at least pretend! You’re my girlfriend, you gotta cheer for me a little!”

Eventually, he’d calm down, but you just know he’s going to keep trying to convert you—buying you jerseys, teaching you rules, dragging you to matches. Reo wants you in his world, no matter what.

Barou Shoei

Barou literally scoffs in your face. “Hah? You don’t like football? That’s pathetic.”

At first, he’d genuinely be offended, because in his king-sized head, football is the sport. It’s strength, it’s pride, it’s everything.

He’d throw a fit, calling you “unworthy of watching the king” if you don’t like the game.

But secretly? He still wants you at his matches. He’ll glance at you in the stands every time he scores, smug grin plastered on his face, waiting for you to clap—even if you said you wouldn’t.

“Tch. Whatever. You don’t need to like football. You just need to like me.” (Yes, he says this like it’s law.)

Shidou Ryusei

Oh boy. He’d grin like a devil the moment you admit it. “Ohhh, baby, you don’t like football? That’s hot.”

He finds it hilarious. Most people worship his chaotic playstyle, so the fact that you, his girlfriend, couldn’t care less? It entertains him endlessly.

“Guess that means you’ll only scream for me in bed then, huh?” (yeah, he’d actually say that).

He doesn’t give a damn whether you like football. If anything, he loves that you’re different—it makes him obsessed with you even more.

Michael Kaiser

His jaw would drop. “Excuse me? Excuse me? You’re my girlfriend and you don’t like football?”

He’d be dramatic, borderline offended—because how can his queen not adore the sport that makes him shine?

But after some sulking, Kaiser would spin it in his favor. “Actually… it makes sense. You don’t love football, you love me. That’s even better.”

Expect him to be extra obnoxious, though—constantly trying to show off goals “just for you.” Even if you don’t care, he’ll act like you’re secretly obsessed with him anyway.

Oliver Aiku

Aiku would chuckle low, leaning close with that teasing smirk. “Oh? My pretty girl doesn’t like football? What a shame.”

Honestly, he doesn’t mind. If anything, he thinks it’s cute—you stand out from the hordes of girls who only chase him for being a pro.

“Good. That means you’re not here for the sport. You’re here for me. That’s how I like it.”

He’ll still want you around, but more for the flex of having you by his side, not because he expects you to cheer for the game.

Sendou Shuto

He gasps so loud you think he’s joking. “HUH?! Babe, what do you mean you don’t like football?!”

He’d dramatically grab your shoulders, eyes wide like you just broke his heart.

“You don’t like football… but you like me, right? RIGHT?!”

Sendou would spiral for a hot second, then clingy-mode activates. He’s begging you to at least come to his games.

Rin Itoshi

Understands sensory overload better than he admits he hates noise too.

If you stim, he quietly adjusts the environment so you feel safe.

Acts annoyed when you fall for the 3rd time in ten minutes… but grabs your wrist so you don’t do it again.

Blushes when you call him “grumpy.”

Low-key finds your silly comments cute.

Hates crowds and stands between you + noise.

Gives you noise-canceling headphones.

Lets you infodump because he likes hearing your voice.

Bachira Meguru

Matches your silly energy instantly.

If you flap your hands, he flaps with you just because.

Helps you turn sensory overload into a game “Let’s hide somewhere quiet!”

Laughs when you trip but then scoops you off the floor.

Encourages your special interests.

Brings fidget toys “because they looked like you!”

Loves listening to your infodumps.

Thinks your clumsiness is the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Chigiri Hyoma

Soft, gentle princess he checks in often.

Helps you with textures or clothing that bothers you.

Holds your hand subtly when you get overwhelmed.

Teases you about being clumsy but with a fond smile.

Loves your silly little jokes — even the bad ones.

Walks next to you so you don’t bump into things.

Helps you regulate your breathing.

Calls you “adorable” when you forget something obvious.

Nagi Seishiro

Doesn’t judge anything you do — he’s chill with everything.

You stim? Cool. You infodump? He listens half-asleep but loves it.

Lets you fidget with his fingers or hoodie strings.

If you trip, he catches you by the hood like a cat.

Quiet spaces are his specialty — perfect for you both.

Gives you weighted blankets.

Finds your silly moments charming.

Calls you “my cute glitch.”

Michael Kaiser

Teases you for being clumsy… then steadies you without thinking.

Surprisingly patient when you struggle with sensory stuff.

Won’t let anyone mock you — he’ll destroy them verbally.

Loves your unfiltered honesty.

Brings you soft, comfy clothes to help with textures.

Notices when you start getting overwhelmed and pulls you aside.

Calls your silly jokes “endearing.”

Secretly melts when you infodump to him.

Reo Mikage

Buys anything that helps you — fidgets, weighted stuff, chewable necklaces, soft clothing.

Thinks your enthusiasm is contagious.

Always helps when you’re overwhelmed.

You fall? He’s there before gravity even finishes.

Loves your silly questions.

Supports your interests more than you do.

Plans low-sensory dates.

“You’re not clumsy, you’re just… extra lovable.”

Aryu Jubei

Calls your stims “expressive” and “artistically delightful.”

Helps adjust anything uncomfortable on your outfit.

If you trip, he catches you dramatically.

Loves your silly commentary — calls it “sparkling charm.”

Helps shield you from loud crowds.

Gives you soft gloves for sensory comfort.

Compliments your special interests like they’re couture.

Thinks your quirks make you “truly unique.”

Otoya Eita

Teases you when you’re clumsy but keeps you safe.

Notices the small signs of overstimulation fast.

Flirts by fixing your collar or gently guiding you away from noise.

Loves your silly jokes — he laughs more than he admits.

Encourages your infodumps because he likes seeing you excited.

Calls your stims “cute.”

Helps calm you when things get too much.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

Sendou Shuto

Thinks everything you do is cute. Literally everything.

Boasts about how strong he is when he catches you tripping.

Brings you snacks with safe textures.

Loves your random silly statements.

Tries to help with sensory stuff but overthinks it.

Calls your stimming “cheerleading movements.”

Encourages your special interests proudly.

“You’re the cutest person I’ve ever met, for real.”

Kurona Ranze

Very gentle and protective without making a big deal of it.

Moves quietly, so he helps you escape overstimulation easily.

Holds your wrist lightly so you don’t fall again.

Loves your silly rambling — he smiles softly to himself.

Gives you soft, silent fidgets.

Walks at your pace.

Doesn’t tease just supports.

Will not say “I’m proud of you” but you’ll hear him bragging about you under his breath to Sae.

Sits next to you in silence but shifts closer every five minutes.

“You don’t have to do all that alone, you know.” his version of “I got you.”

Shouei Barou

Cooks a full meal and brings it over but acts like you owe him for it.

“Tch. You’re lucky I even care enough to show up.” showed up early with flowers.

Sees you struggling with something? “Move. I’ll do it.”

Keeps your picture as his phone background but turns it away if someone asks.

Will fight someone for looking at you wrong and call it “handling business.”

“Don’t be stupid. You’re not going anywhere without me.” affectionate, actually.

Sae Itoshi

“I thought you might need this.” expensive gift, no occasion.

Subtle touches: hand on the small of your back, pinky brushing yours, gentle forehead taps.

Takes you somewhere lowkey and quiet and just exists with you.

Tells Rin “don’t mess this up” after hearing about your bad day.

“They asked me to stay longer but I said no.” chose you without making it a big deal.

Eye contact that says everything but words that say very little.

Yukimiya Kenyu

“You always look good, but this? Damn.” constant, lowkey hype man.

Fixes your collar, smooths your hair, gently cleans your glasses.

Holds your hand without asking. Lets you squeeze tight when you’re anxious.

“I got you something… it made me think of you.” random thoughtful gifts, all the time.

Remembers your whole schedule and texts “good luck today <3”

“You deserve the world. I’ll prove it.”

Sendou Shuto

“Ayo, I got two tickets — you coming, right?” Already made plans for you.

Will repost your selfies with “😍🔥” and claim he “didn’t even notice” he did it.

Always calls you “bae” when he wants something but gets shy if you say it back.

“Don’t let nobody talk to you crazy, aight?”

Will pull up in your DMs like “you straight?” if you post anything even mildly sad.

Aryu Jubei

Calls your embroidery “luxury craftsmanship.”

Asks you to monogram his name in gold.

Models your finished work like it’s couture.

Collects your thread scraps “for aesthetic reasons.”

Compliments your color choices way too seriously.

Gifts you high-end fabric just to see you use it.

Flips his hair while watching you stitch — says it’s “poetic.”

Brags to others: “This was made by my muse.”

Michael Kaiser

Teases you for sewing, but secretly finds it adorable.

“So that’s how you charm people one stitch at a time?”

Starts calling you “my little artist.”

Pretends not to care but keeps your embroidered wristband.

Watches you sew and hums under his breath.

Flirts by offering to model whatever you make.

Keeps a stitched patch from you on his duffel bag.

Says, “You stitch my name, I’ll score you a goal.”

Rin Itoshi

Notices your embroidery right away but says nothing.

Keeps glancing every time you sew near him.

Gets flustered when you fix his sleeve.

Starts training harder after you gift him a towel.

Secretly brings the towel everywhere.

Pretends he doesn’t care when you make something for others.

Mutters, “Don’t waste your time on them make one for me.”

Keeps your thread on his desk for luck.

Sae Itoshi

Says “Cute hobby,” but his eyes linger on your work.

Wears your embroidered armband during warm-ups.

Acts casual but if someone touches it, they die.

Occasionally texts: “Need new stitching. Same design.”

Buys you expensive thread without asking.

Notices if you change colors “That’s new.”

Keeps your first embroidered gift in a drawer.

“Guess your art grew on me,” he admits softly.

Nagi Seishiro

Loves watching you sew says it’s relaxing.

Lies with his head in your lap while you work.

Asks for little embroidered cats on his hoodie.

Brags: “She makes cool stuff for me only.”

Falls asleep mid-conversation, your thread in his hand.

Keeps a patch you made on his phone case.

“Can you stitch my name next? Too lazy to do it myself.”

Calls you “my comfy creator.”

Otoya Eita

Notices your embroidery mid-flirt. “Oh? You’ve got skills too?”

Purposely ruins a shirt just to ask for your help.

Keeps teasing while you fix it.

Secretly wears that same shirt every chance he gets.

Pretends he’s joking when he asks for another design.

“You stitched that for me? Damn, that’s hot.”

Shows it off to teammates like a trophy.

Starts carrying an embroidered charm from you for luck.

Karasu Tabito

Catches you sewing during downtime and just smiles.

“Didn’t think you had steady hands like that.”

Offers to help — ruins the first few stitches.

Ends up just watching you quietly instead.

Asks you to add a crow pattern to his jacket.

Keeps that jacket spotless afterward.

“Your work’s got soul. Kinda like you.”

Secretly touches the embroidered part before every match.

Sendou Shuto

Thinks it’s the coolest thing ever.

“can you teach me? I’ll make us matching ones!”

Tries, fails, gets thread stuck in his fingers.

Loves when you fix his mess-ups.

Keeps your embroidered patch in his wallet.

“You’re like… artistic and adorable at once.”

Wears your work during interviews just to brag.

Posts a pic: “Made by my favorite person.”

Kurona Ranze

Quietly admires your embroidery from afar.

You catch him staring; he blushes.

Offers to hold fabric for you while you sew.

Keeps silent but smiles every time you gift something.

“Your stitches are… neat - neat. Like you.”

Wears your embroidered towel at every practice.

Once asks what the design means — listens intently.

Michael Kaiser

Loves that you can match his dramatic energy beat for beat.

Constantly flirts in German just to hear you ask what he said.

You once roasted him during an interview clip and the whole internet loved it; he was so proud.

He insists you’re his “lucky charm” before matches, pulling you close for a kiss on the nose.

When you ignore him, he literally sulks until you laugh.

Brags about you like a walking fan club—“My girl’s brighter than any stadium light.”

You tease him about his hair; next day he’s in your favorite style

Always drags you into selfies: “If they see me winning, they see us winning.”

Loves dancing with you even if there’s no music.

You call him “drama king”; he says, “Then you’re my favorite scene.”

Itoshi Rin

You burst into his training space just to hand him snacks; he pretends it’s annoying.

Secretly times how long you’ll talk before you realize he’s smiling.

You push his hair back mid-rant—he forgets what he was saying.

He won’t admit it, but hearing you cheer during a match boosts his focus tenfold.

You’re the only one he lets steal his hoodie.

When you pout, he mutters “Stop that” and immediately gives in

He likes quiet movie nights where you fall asleep on his shoulder.

You once made him dance; he blushed for a week.

Calls you “noisy,” but his phone wallpaper is a picture of you laughing.

His version of “I love you” is a low, “Don’t leave yet.”

Bachira Meguru

Thinks you’re the best partner for chaos—his energy plus yours = absolute mayhem.

You paint his nails one time; now he insists it’s part of his “match ritual.”

Calls you “sunshine bug” because you make everything bright.

You both talk in random sound effects mid-conversation and no one else understands.

Loves when you dance while he’s cooking; joins in with flour still on his hands.

Gives you surprise piggyback rides. Always.

If you’re sad, he tickle-attacks until you laugh again

Your hugs are his favorite thing in the world.

You match bracelets—he wears his under his sleeve during every match.

Says “I love you” at least five times a day and means it every time.

Chigiri Hyoma

Your energy matches his speed; he swears you run on pure sunlight.

You cheer the loudest during his races, camera in hand.

Fixes your hair tie onto his wrist for luck.

When you call him “pretty boy,” his ears go red instantly.

He adores slow bike rides with you at sunset.

You convince him to try new hairstyles; he secretly loves it.

Loves when you rest your head on his shoulder—he’ll quietly lean closer.

He’s competitive only about one thing: making you laugh first.

Your warmth keeps his calm balanced against his self-doubt.

Sometimes you hum while tracing his scar; it reminds him he’s more than what he lost.

Ranze Kurona

Quietly adores how expressive you are; he listens more than he talks.

When you ramble, he nods along with that tiny, content smile.

You catch him sketching you once; he panics and denies it.

You two communicate through looks—one grin from you, and he knows everything’s fine.

Loves your spontaneous hugs but acts surprised every single time.

You get him to dance once, and now he practices secretly so he won’t embarrass himself again.

You bring out his playful sarcasm.

When he’s stressed, your touch grounds him immediately.

He takes secret photos of you doing random things—“for art reference,” he says.

You call him your “quiet storm.” He calls you “my calm chaos.”

Sendou Shuuto

You’re the spark to his easygoing humor—together, you’re unstoppable.

He flirts constantly; you always fire back twice as fast.

He pretends to be jealous for attention. You roll your eyes and kiss him anyway.

Loves lazy days on the couch with you singing off-key.

Posts cute couple pics without warning—his captions are chaotic.

You tease his hair; he messes up yours in revenge.

He’s clingy in the best way: arm around your waist 24/7.

Always tries to impress you with trick shots.

When you cheer for him, his grin doubles in size.

Every argument ends with laughter because neither of you can stay mad.

Nagi Seishiro

You drag him out of bed, then reward him with kisses—works every time.

He says your voice is “too loud,” but it’s the only alarm he actually wakes up to.

You feed him snacks mid-game because “he’ll forget to eat.”

He records you singing once and listens when he can’t sleep

You make him laugh until he physically rolls off the couch.

He acts lazy but secretly plans little things to make you smil

Your excitement about tiny stuff confuses and fascinates him.

“You’re like… energy personified,” he mumbles, cuddling closer.

You steal his hoodie; he pretends not to notice.

When you fall asleep on him, he whispers, “Don’t move, I’m comfy.”

Otoya Eita

Smooth flirt + sunshine girlfriend = nonstop banter.

He tries to charm you, but you match his energy flawlessly.

You make fun of how dramatic he is mid-flirt he loves it.

He brings you flowers “because you’re the only one who outshines them.”

You call him out on his ego but still kiss him after.

Loves that you dance even without music—joins in every time.

Constantly challenges you to karaoke battles

You’re the first person he texts after scoring a goal.

When he’s moody, you just grab his face and say, “Smile, handsome.” Works every time.

He’ll never admit it, but he melts whenever you cheer for him.

Late-night drives with you singing loudly are his love language.

Doesn’t notice at first—his focus is all on the game.

Then it hits him: “…wait…is that… MY number???”

Isagi.exe stops working mid-thought.

Stares at you for like five minutes straight, completely forgetting the game.

Accidentally yells “YES!!” way too loudly when you score or do something cool.

Bachira teases him mercilessly from the sidelines.

Tries to act smooth afterward: “You, uh, looked…really good out there.”

Ends up stuttering so badly you know he’s about to combust

Keeps imagining what people thought seeing you in his jersey.

Gets jealous at the thought of anyone else trying to lend you theirs.

Starts daydreaming about giving you one of his future pro jerseys.

Whispers later when no one can hear: “Wear it again. Please.”

❖❀～ ʀɪɴ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ～❀❖

Notices immediately but refuses to react.

Crosses his arms, staring like he’s trying to burn holes in the jersey.

His ears betray him though—they’re red as hell.

Silently fumes when anyone else notices before him.

Hates how good you look in it because it distracts him.

Forces himself to watch the game like he doesn’t care

But every time you turn, he catches sight of his name stretched across your back and dies inside.

Mutters “tch” at least 20 times.

Convinces himself you’d never wear someone else’s jersey, but still gets jealous at the thought.

Afterward, he just blurts: “Don’t ever wear another guy’s name. Just mine.”

Wouldn’t admit it, but he replays the memory over and over later.

Secretly loved every second of it.

❖❀～ ꜱᴀᴇ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ～❀❖

The second he notices, his gaze lingers for a moment… then he looks away like nothing happened.

Outwardly calm, inwardly thinking: …She really chose mine.

Doesn’t comment during the game, but his eyes flick toward you more than usual.

Other people might expect a reaction—he gives none.

It’s only when someone else points it out that his jaw tightens just slightly.

Later, when you’re alone, he casually says: “That uniform didn’t suit you. Mine does.”

Acts like it’s a practical choice, but he’s quietly pleased.

Hates drawing attention, but if reporters ask, he’ll just say: “She wore what she wanted.”

Finds himself weirdly protective at the sight of his name on your back.

Doesn’t ask you to wear it again, but leaves it folded on your stuff like it’s natural.

If you ever wore someone else’s jersey, that would get a reaction (icy stare, cold silence).

Deep down, he likes the quiet claim it represents: you chose him without him asking.

❖❀～ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ ～❀❖

Instantly notices—how could he not? His name looks divine on you.

Leans back with a cocky grin, enjoying the show.

Waves obnoxiously every time you look in his direction.

Yells “That’s my girl!!” louder than anyone else in the stands.

So smug he almost forgets there’s a game going on.

Flexes to Ness like, “See? Even my jersey looks better on her.”

100% takes credit for your performance, like his jersey is giving you powers.

Flirts nonstop after: “Careful, you might make me jealous of myself.”

Posts a picture of you on his socials without asking (caption: #Mine).

Purposely leaves jerseys lying around so you’ll steal more

Gets pouty if you ever take it off too soon.

Flat-out declares, “From now on, you only wear Kaiser.”

❖❀～ ᴋᴇɴʏᴜ ʏᴜᴋɪᴍɪʏᴀ ～❀❖

Soft gasp when he first sees you

Immediately takes 300 pictures in his head.

Can’t focus on the game because he keeps watching you.

“She’s literally glowing in my jersey…”

Makes heart eyes the whole time without realizing it.

Gets teased by teammates who notice.

Blushes hard but refuses to stop staring.

Afterward, compliments you like crazy: “You looked stunning, seriously.”

Doesn’t even try to hide how much it means to him.

Quietly hopes you’ll wear it more often.

Lowkey jealous of the jersey for being that close to you.

Gives you another one later “just in case” but really because he wants to see you in it again.

❖❀～ ꜱʜᴜᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ ～❀❖

Nearly faints when he spots you

“NO WAY…is that MY jersey???”

Points it out loudly so everyone knows

Becomes your biggest cheerleader instantly.

Screams your name every chance he gets

Can’t sit still, bouncing with excitement.

Brags about it to literally everyone around.

After the game: “You—you looked so cool, I swear I almost died.”

Tries to act tough but is basically a puppy wagging his tail.

Takes 50 selfies with you in the jersey.

Wants to frame it after you wear it.

Is already planning to buy matching jerseys for couples’ pics.

❖❀～ ʀᴀɴᴢᴇ ᴋᴜʀᴏɴᴀ ～❀❖

Blinks slowly, taking a second to process.

Then the tiniest smile tugs at his lips.

Doesn’t say anything, just quietly enjoys it.

Watches you with soft eyes the entire time.

Every time you run past, his heart speeds up.

Notices how the jersey fits on you and melts

Keeps replaying the image in his head like a favorite movie scene.

Afterward, simply says: “It suited you.”

Acts like it’s not a big deal but secretly treasures it.

Probably saves the memory for motivation during his own training.

Offers you another one with zero hesitation if you ask.

Eita Otoya

Smirks immediately, leaning closer.

“Oh? Didn’t think you’d admit it out loud,” he teases.

Tilts his head, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Pretends to make you repeat it just to hear it again.

Teases you relentlessly afterward.

But eventually admits softly, “Good. Because I like you too.”

Sends flirty late-night texts like “miss me yet?”

Loves watching you squirm under his playful flirting.

Always makes your cheeks heat up on purpose.

Becomes more openly affectionate, brushing your hand or shoulder.

Secretly treasures your confession, even if he masks it with jokes.

Can’t help bragging about it subtly to his teammates.

Tabito Karasu

Raises his brows, amused but intrigued.

“Tch. Didn’t expect that from you,” he mutters with a grin.

Looks away, trying to hide the warmth in his cheeks.

Plays it cool, but his ears turn red.

Teases: “So, what do you see in me anyway?”

Accepts with a lopsided smirk: “Guess you’re not so bad yourself.”

Pretends to act unfazed, but he’s secretly thrilled.

Gets extra cocky during games, showing off for you.

Casually drapes an arm around you when he can.

Texts are teasing but thoughtful underneath.

Softens when alone with you, surprising even himself.

Keeps replaying your words, though he’ll never admit it.

Ryusei Shidou

Grins like a madman the second you confess.

“Ohhh, you’re into me? Knew it,” he laughs.

Immediately cages you against a wall or leans close.

Teases mercilessly: “Say it again, baby.”

Doesn’t give you space to breathe from his intensity.

Tells you straight up: “I like you too. You’re mine now.”

Boasts to everyone that you confessed.

Gets more reckless on the field, aiming to impress you.

Calls you wild nicknames instantly.

Loves making you blush in public.

Sends chaotic, unhinged messages at 2 a.m.

Beneath all the chaos, he’s genuinely obsessed with you.

Reo Mikage

Eyes widen, then he immediately beams.

“You really mean that?” he asks softly.

Jumps a little in excitement when you nod.

Hugs you tightly without thinking.

Admits quickly, “I like you too! I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His joy is written all over his face.

Wants to celebrate with something big, like a date right away.

Texts you constantly after, updating you on everything.

Trains harder, wanting to impress you even more.

Can’t stop smiling when you’re around.

Starts planning things you can do together, already excited for the future.

Replays your words over and over, treasuring them.

Seishiro Nagi

Stares blankly for a few seconds, processing.

“Eh? You… like me?” he asks, voice flat but curious.

Tilts his head, eyes half-lidded but softening.

After a pause, he shrugs. “Guess that’s nice. I like you too.”

Pretends to act indifferent but secretly touched.

Leans against you casually, as if it’s natural now.

Gets lazier in practice, wanting to spend more time with you.

Texts you randomly, usually short and blunt but sweet.

Likes sitting in comfortable silence together.

Subtly smiles whenever he remembers your confession.

Teases you softly, muttering things like “so clingy” but secretly loves it.