Bouncer!Karasu who swipes right instantly, not because he’s usually impulsive but because your beauty is what catches his eye.

He doesn't check your age right away, and he doesn’t read too deeply into your bio. Why would he? He’s already hooked on the curve of your lips that forms into the prettiest smile, the glimmer in your eyes. There’s just something about you he can’t place his finger on.

You on the other hand? You can’t stop drooling. You couldn't care less if he’s almost ten years older than you. You’re tired of guys who act childish and can barely cater to your needs.

Bouncer!Karasu who only afterwards blinks at the glaring 22 on your profile and laughs to himself.

“Damn, she’s just a baby.”

Even though he knew twenty-two wasn’t really a baby. Still, at thirty-one, it felt like a line he shouldn’t cross. You’re stunning, sure, but nine years younger? Too much of a gap. At least that’s what he tells himself.

So before you could even reply, he beat you to it before unmatching you:

Karasu

You’re too young for me, sweetheart 🤣

Bouncer!Karasu who thinks that’s the end of it.

But you’re absolutely livid. You’re still thinking about him days later. You’ve gone from shocked to pissed off at his audacity. He becomes the villain in your late-night rants to your friends, his name slipping out bitterly whenever you scroll past another bland dating profile.

Your friends tell you to forget about him and you tell yourself the same. But fate tells you otherwise.

Bouncer!Karasu who’s stationed at the entrance of a crowded nightclub and you and your friends decided to hit one weekend, a place none of you usually went.

He’s scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, checking IDs, the usual. But he didn’t expect to see you stumbling up to the entrance, a little tipsy, dolled up and staring up at him like you were ready to square up. Your friends are already tugging on your arm, whispering for you not to cause a scene.

“Ah, it’s you.”

“Don’t ‘ah’ me,” you snap, words slurring slightly from the alcohol in your system. “You didn’t even give me a chance. Just unmatched me like I was some child.”

Bouncer!Karasu who finds it ridiculously endearing how you won’t stop pleading with him to give you another chance.

Something along with your drunken slurs of “you don’t even know me, yet!” has him flashing his teeth when he grins, tilting his head as he stares down at you, thoroughly entertained. His deep ocean eyes flick over your face, lingering a second too long before he chuckles.

“Sorry, sweets. You’re adorable and all, but you can’t handle me.”

Bouncer!Karasu who has his colleague and friend, Otoya, approaching the little scene that you’ve now caused.

“Yo, is everything good?” He asks casually, eyeing you and your pretty friends but still prepared to haul your group away (not before asking for their number of course). Karasu could’ve easily said the word and you’d all be gone.

But instead, he clicks his tongue, smirking wider as he answers, “Nah, they’re good. Let em’ in.”

Bouncer!Karasu who practically stops checking his Tinder notifs and finds himself getting used to your antics.

Every weekend night, you show up with your friends, trying every trick in the book to get his attention. Sometimes you’d lean in closer when he was checking your ID, sometimes you’d whine about him being “too uptight,” and sometimes you’d just pout at him from behind your friends’ shoulders.

“You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” he chuckles, your lips forming the most perfect little pout that tested his self-control. “But I already told you, sweets. You can’t handle me.”

Bouncer!Karasu who catches himself looking for you from the sidelines during his shifts, arms folded across his chest as he surveys the crowd.

He’s pretending not to care while silently daring any man to try their luck with you. But he feels a strange satisfaction when you brush them off, rolling your eyes and refusing drinks. You don’t want a free drink, you don’t want a dance and you certainly don’t want someone who smells like they finished vomiting five minutes ago.

You want him.

Bouncer!Karasu who finishes his shift early one night, had another bouncer stepping in to cover the rest of the hours.

He should be heading straight home but instead, he finds himself thinking about you. Tonight, he noticed how you hadn’t batted your lashes or begged him for an nth time to give you another chance. Your energy was different when you came in, like you were deliberately ignoring him.

You’re dancing with some guy who’s laughing a little too loudly, letting his hands wander to your waist. Some guy who looks like his bloody doppelgänger. Karasu knows you only let this guy get close because he looked like him, like you’re trying to replace him with a knockoff version.

Bouncer!Karasu who witnesses your giggles turning into a heated argument.

His breaking point is when his evil twin became too touchy for your liking and that caused the guy to grip your arm harshly. Karasu moves before he thinks, his other colleagues peeling the stranger away from you while you’re too distracted and tipsy to fight it.

Karasu takes advantage of the moment, scooping you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, his hand steady against the back of your thighs to keep you in place as he carries you out of the club.

Bouncer!Karasu who receives kicks and complaints from you until he finally set you down outside, further away from the club so it’s just you two.

“You ruined my damn night! You don’t have any right to throw me out like that!”

“Are you done?” He crosses his arms, smirking down at you even as you jab your finger into his chest. “Can’t believe you downgraded to my lookalike,”

“Downgraded? He was actually giving me attention, unlike you!”

“And you call that attention? God, you’re such a lil girl. This is exactly why I unmatched you in the first place.”

Bouncer!Karasu who doesn’t expect his words to be your final straw.

Your lips part, outrage and hurt mixing in your expression as you turned to leave, muttering under your breath about finding your friends. But Karasu doesn’t let you get far.

He catches your wrist with ease before you could take two steps and tugs your flush against his chest, feeling the firm press of muscle under his shirt and the weight of his stare pinning you in place.

Bouncer!Karasu who catches the way your lips part, that pout he’s secretly memorised, those wide doe eyes pleading the same silent question they’ve asked since the night you met.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You whisper, though you already know.

He huffs a laugh, low and bitter, as if frustrated at himself for even entertaining this. Damn you for making him feel like this.

“Forget your friends and forget that fuckin’ ugly twin of mine,” his voice dips into something raw and rough, his gaze never wavering, daring you to look away. “Lemme take you back to mine. We can just chill.”

Bouncer!Karasu who genuinely meant it when he said you two could just chill.

At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself as he drives you through the quiet city streets. One hand steady on the wheel while the other rests firmly on your bare thigh, drawing lazy circles into your skin.

You hate how nervous you feel.

Your bold and reckless energy from earlier had fizzled into butterflies in your stomach. Your now shy energy makes Karasu glance at you now and then while making small talk with a knowing smirk.

Bouncer!Karasu who finally arrives at his apartment, opens your door like a gentleman and guides you to his sofa.

“Bet these’ve been killing you.” He’s crouching down before you without hesitation, cradling your ankles before unbuckling your heels. You exhale in relief, the pressure leaving your aching feet, only to gasp quietly when he starts massaging them, his large hands surprisingly gentle.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the small act had you melting a little more than you should.

Bouncer!Karasu who lets the conversation flow, leaning back against the sofa, arm slung casually around your shoulders while the two of you talked.

He tells you about his younger days, how he played football at university, how life pulled him away from that dream of pursuing further. You tell him about your job as a receptionist at a pharmacy. And he listened, like really listened to the small details like they mattered, humming with interest, tilting his head to study you.

“So you’re the first smile people see, huh? Makes sense.” His teasing has your lips curling despite yourself.

Bouncer!Karasu who shifts the mood when his eyes drop to your freshly done acrylics.

His fingers presses over them lightly, admiring before casually saying, “If I were your man, I’d pay for all your maintenance.

“I don’t need you or anyone to pay. I like paying for my own things.”

“Oh yeah?” he drawls, amusement glinting in his eyes. His fingers brush over your hand, firm but teasing. “So you don’t want someone more mature to take care of you?”

“You finally admitting you can’t handle me?”

Bouncer!Karasu who had your brain short-circuiting, leaving you scrambling for words that refused to form.

His palm cups your face gently, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, coaxing it to part. You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. “But you’re the one who said I’m too—”

He doesn't let you finish. His mouth caught yours, achingly slow yet demanding before melting into something deeper.

“Karasu…” you whisper, barely able to get his name out.

“Mm?” His voice vibrates against your lips.

“This feels… different.”

Bouncer!Karasu who already knows this feels different for you and isn’t patient anymore.

“Feel that?” he rasps, pressing you down harder onto him. “That’s what you’ve been begging for without even realising it.”

He’s leaning back on the sofa, pulling you onto his lap where his shirt has long been tugged off, exposing the ridges of his muscles and the faint happy trail that leads beneath his waistband.

His cock is heavy, pulsing in his sweats and urging him to get past your damp folds. But his calloused fingers do their job of shoving your panties to the side and prepping you for what’s to come, knuckle-deep in your sopping cunt as he repeatedly pumps inside non-stop.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already, aren’t you? Can feel it soaking through.”

Bouncer!Karasu who’s going to show you what it means to really be with a man like him.

His throbbing cock is fully exposed, springing to life after sliding down his sweatpants. The sight made your pulse trip over itself, your panties on the verge of snapping from how much he shoves it to the side.

He slides his mushroom tip of his cock against your slick entrance, coating himself in you as you whimper above him.

“You’re shaking already?” He lines himself up, holding you steady as you hover above him. “C’mon, sit for me.”

Bouncer!Karasu who grew tired of your hesitation and snapped his hips upward, impaling you halfway down in one brutal thrust.

Your cries echo in the living room, nails raking down his chest as your eyes water uncontrollably.

“Fuck—!”

His head falls back with a guttural growl, grip bruising on your hips. “God, it’s been too long…” His voice cracked with raw need. “You feel so tight.”

He stretches you wide open, groaning at the way your body clenched down on him. His hands held your thighs wide, thumbs digging into soft flesh as he bottomed out, his cock seated deep inside you.

Bouncer!Karasu who sets a relentless pace, pulling you up only to slam you back down on his cock, making you whine out with each bruising thrust.

“Shhh, breathe, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss along your jaw only to follow it with a mocking chuckle. “Thought you could handle me?”

You’re whimpering, completely breathless as your tits are practically spilling out of your dress. “I-I can!”

“Then act like it.” His veins pop and his muscles flex each time he drives deeper into you, cursing nonstop at how greedy your cunt is being.

Bouncer!Karasu who needs to hear how much you need him.

“This what you wanted this whole time?” Snapping his hips into you with each word, digging into your cervix so unforgiving that it has your toes curling. “To have a real man like me split you open like this?”

You’re babbling uncontrollably, frantically nodding your head before yelping out loud as you receive harsh spanks on your plush ass. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop, I-I need you!”

“Fuuck, look at this view.” His eyes darken the more they dart to look at every detail of his cock disappearing inside you, your face twitching and your tits falling freely with every bounce.

Bouncer!Karasu who’s close, his breath coming ragged as his hand tangles in your locks, tugging gently to pull your head towards him.

“Fuck, gonna cum in your pretty pussy. Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you gasp without thinking, your voice wrecked.

That nearly undid him on the spot. “Yeah? You want me filling you up? Making sure you remember me every time you sit down tomorrow?”

Your frantic nod is all it took. With a deep groan, he slams into you one last time, spilling the splurges of his milky cum, making you whimper as he pumps every drop into your cunt.

Bouncer!Karasu who doesn’t pull out right away, plugging you up so not a drop of his cum spills out of you.

His tousled hair falls on the armrest of the sofa, pulling you tight against him, biting down against your shoulder, muffling another animalistic groan as your walls flutter desperately around him, dragging you into your orgasm that leaves you shaking.

His lips find your ear, voice rough but low and certain. “You fucking’ happy now?”

You’re too embarrassed and worn out to answer so you nuzzle your sweaty face in the crook of his neck and when he feels your lips curve into a weak grin, he huffs out a laugh.

“That’s what I thought. You’re too perfect to let go. Ain’t having you run off to little boys. My sweet girl.”

★ M. LIST ★

The afternoon sun was bright and unforgiving, casting sharp shadows on the concrete playground. Tabito was sitting on a bench, juggling a soccer ball between his feet, when he noticed the commotion.

A group of kids stood in a semi-circle around you, taunting you about being “too quiet” and “weird.” You didn’t say anything in return, but your teary eyes and the way you hugged your knees gave everything away.

Before he could think twice, Tabito was on his feet, marching over.

“Hey!” he barked, startling the group. He planted himself between you and them, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he glared them down. “Why don’t you piss off and leave her alone?”

The kids hesitated, their bravado faltering under his sharp gaze. Eventually, one muttered something under their breath before they all dispersed.

He turned back to you, his face softening. “You okay?”

You nodded but didn’t meet his eyes. “Thanks...”

He grinned, crouching beside you. “No problem. But you owe me big time. The teacher’s totally gonna yell at me for this one.”

Sure enough, he was called out for his language later, but he didn’t care. By then, the two of you had already cemented an unspoken bond.

From that day on, Tabito Karasu became your first—and only—friend.

By the time junior high rolled around, Tabito had become a name everyone knew. He was a rising soccer star, his talent and charisma drawing people to him like moths to a flame. But no matter how busy his life got, he always made time for you.

You, on the other hand, stayed much the same. You kept to yourself, stayed out of the spotlight, and quietly supported him from the sidelines. Every game he played, you were there, clapping and cheering along with the crowd—even if you didn’t fully understand the rules.

“You seriously don’t get it?” Tabito asked one evening, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air as the two of you walked home.

He had just finished explaining the mechanics of offside for the fifth time.

“I mean... I get that the ball should go in the net,” you said hesitantly. “But everything else is... kind of fuzzy.”

Tabito groaned dramatically, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not that hard! Okay, think of it like chess—”

“Tabito, I don’t know how to play chess.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you with exaggerated disbelief. “You’re kidding me. You’ve been watching my games for years, and you don’t even know what’s happening?”

“I know you’re good,” you offered, laughing. “That’s all that matters, right?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

By high school, Tabito had become your anchor, and you had become his.

No matter how many people surrounded him or how many girls vied for his attention, he always found his way back to you. He walked you to your classes, saved you a spot at lunch, and invited you over to his house whenever your parents were working late.

One night, after a particularly heavy rainstorm, you ended up staying at his place again. His mom gave you a pillow and blanket for the floor in his room, but when you lay down, the hardwood felt unbearably cold.

“You seriously gonna sleep there?” Tabito asked from his bed, leaning over the edge to look at you.

“Where else would I sleep?”

He rolled his eyes. “Here. Come on.”

“Tabito, your mom said—”

“The floor’s freezing. Just get up here.”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his voice and the ease of his grin convinced you. Moments later, you were lying beside him, your head resting on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“This is too close,” you muttered, though you made no effort to move even though there was plenty of room on his bed.

“Shut up,” he replied, laughing softly.

After a long silence, you spoke again. “Someone asked me what my name was today. We’ve been going to school together since junior high, and they didn’t know my name.”

Tabito’s hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. “That’s their loss,” he murmured. “You’re unforgettable.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart beating faster than it should have. “Tabito—”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips were on yours.

When he pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, his voice low and steady.

“I don’t care what happened. I’d never forget your name.” He kissed you again. “Your face.” Another kiss. “Your goddamn voice.”

You stared at him, your cheeks burning, and he grinned. “You’re mine, okay? Have been for a while.”

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window as Tabito’s mom opened the door. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of you curled up together in his bed.

“Tabito Karasu!”

Breakfast was... awkward. Over toast and eggs, you and Tabito sheepishly explained your newly minted relationship, only to be rewarded with an impromptu birds-and-the-bees talk.

Tabito groaned, hiding his face in his hands while you tried—and failed—not to laugh.

The letter came during your senior year.

You sat under a tree in the park, the letter in your lap as Tabito leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky.

“This is it,” he said softly. “This is how I make it big.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’m proud of you.”

His grin faltered when he looked at you. “You don’t look proud.”

“I am,” you insisted, forcing a smile. “I just... I’ll miss you.”

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to take your hand. “It’s not forever. Just until I make it. Then I’m coming back for you.”

You knew he would, because when Karasu set his mind on something, he would get to it, no matter what it took.

You just wished that he wouldn't have to leave for an uncertain amount of time, but you wouldn't say that. He was still yours, always would be, no matter how long you were apart.

When Tabito left for Blue Lock, he packed light—just the essentials. But tucked carefully at the bottom of his bag was something that wasn’t on any checklist: a collection of your letters.

Some were filled with words of encouragement, like the time you’d written after his first big loss, telling him that failure didn’t define him and that he’d always be a winner in your eyes. Others were playful, teasing him about his ego while reminding him to eat properly and not slack off during training. And then there were the ones you wrote late at night, when the ache of missing him felt too heavy to ignore. Those letters carried lipstick marks on the edges, small imprints of your love pressed onto the paper as if they could somehow close the distance between you.

He read those letters often. Whenever the loneliness crept in or the pressure of Blue Lock’s brutal competition threatened to overwhelm him, he would pull one out, smoothing the creases and letting your words fill the silence. Your voice, even through ink and paper, was his anchor.

One day, during a rare quiet moment in the dorms, Otoya noticed one of the letters poking out of Tabito’s duffel bag. Curiosity piqued, he reached over and grabbed one, holding it up with a mischievous grin. “What’s this?”

Tabito, who had been lounging on his bed, immediately sat up. His sharp glare shot across the room like a warning. “Put it down, Otoya.”

But Otoya, ever the instigator, was already opening it. “Aw, come on, don’t be so uptight—” His eyes scanned the first few lines before he froze, his smirk widening. “Oh-ho, what’s this? A girlfriend?”

Tabito was on his feet in an instant, snatching the letter back with a scowl. “None of your business.”

Otoya leaned back, hands raised in mock surrender, but his laughter rang out, echoing in the small dorm room. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Karasu. You’ve got that whole ‘too cool for relationships’ vibe going on, but here you are, all sentimental. Lipstick marks, too? Damn, she’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Tabito stuffed the letter into his bag, his jaw tight. He didn’t bother responding to the teasing; it wasn’t worth his energy. Instead, he turned his back to Otoya, muttering under his breath, “Shut up.”

But as Otoya’s laughter died down, Tabito’s fingers brushed the edges of the letter. He could feel the faint ridges of your handwriting beneath the paper, the weight of your love in every stroke of the pen.

A small smile tugged at his lips, one he didn’t let Otoya see.

Because Otoya was wrong about one thing: you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger. No, it was deeper than that. You were his lifeline, his reminder of everything waiting for him back home.

The teasing didn’t matter. The competition didn’t matter. What mattered was the thought of you—always cheering him on, always believing in him.

One day, he promised himself. One day, he’d read those letters with you sitting beside him, not miles apart. And when that day came, he’d show you just how much your words, your love, had carried him through.

For now, though, he folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, ready to fight his way to that future.

Watching the Blue Lock team play against the U-20 team almost put you into an early grave, you swear, Blue Lock won, of course. ( You totally weren't praying on some of the U-20 team's downfall during the game...not at all)

The crowd’s roar was deafening, a wave of cheers and chants reverberating through the stadium. You stood on the sidelines, heart pounding as the Blue Lock team celebrated their hard-fought victory on the field.

You had come all this way to watch him, to see for yourself just how much he’d grown. And yet, even after all these years of supporting him, nothing had prepared you for this moment.

Your eyes darted across the players, searching, until—suddenly—you felt arms wrap tightly around your waist. Your feet left the ground as you were spun around, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

“Tabito!” you exclaimed, laughter bubbling out of you.

When he finally set you back down, you turned to see his grinning face, his hair damp with sweat and a few stray blades of grass stuck to his jersey. He looked different—stronger, sharper, more determined—but when his eyes met yours, the warmth in them hadn’t changed one bit.

“You did it!” you said, reaching out to touch his face as if to make sure he was real. “You actually did it.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, his tone cocky, but his grin softened when his hand came up to cup yours. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as pride swelled in your chest. But before you could say anything else, the words you’d been holding back for years tumbled out:

“Tabito, I finally got it today!”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Got what?”

“Soccer!” you blurted, your voice trembling with excitement. “I mean, okay, maybe not all of it, but at the kickoff, I just... I got it! I understood why you love it so much. I felt it. When the game started, I was so excited I almost screamed! And when you got close to the goal, I was on the edge of my seat. I wanted you to score so badly.”

His eyes widened in surprise before his expression melted into something softer, something that made your heart ache in the best way. “You... really mean that?”

“Yes!” you said, gripping the front of his jersey like you’d never let him go. “I finally understood why you’ve worked so hard, why this means so much to you. It’s amazing, Tabito. You’re amazing.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t find the words. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled you into another spin, your laughter echoing above the noise of the crowd.

When he set you down again, he didn’t hesitate—his lips found yours, and the world fell away.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re the one who’s amazing,” he whispered. “And you know what? That was the only goal I needed today—hearing you say that.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly as you wiped away a stray tear. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the roar of the stadium.

He glanced around, the chaos of victory still unfolding behind him, but all his focus was on you. “Hey,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “Will you follow me? No matter where this takes me?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Anywhere. Always.”

His grin returned, wider than ever, and he kissed you again, as if sealing a promise. And as the stadium lights bathed you both in a golden glow, you knew you’d never stop cheering for him—on the field or off.

Karasu Tabito has always been moved by the ordinary things in life. Your love, your laugh, just you, so ordinary because you just...fit in his life so perfectly.

i take him to my pent house and i FREAK IT

pre-relationship!karasu who starts reading into the small things, your lingering glances, how you smile just a little bit more with him, how you somehow always happen to be accidently bumping into him. that got his gears kicking, was there a chance you liked him too?

pre-relationship!karasu who gains the courage to just fuck it and ask you out because yolo. (i love using yolo unironically)

pre-relationship!karasu who plans how to ask you out to the smallest of the details. he takes you to this star gazing spot and while you look up admiring the stars he just says it out loud, a simple "i love you" and to his suprise you just kissed him in reply. while pulling away you whispered a "took you long enough" and you both lost it giggling together like maniacs

boyfriend!karasu who watches tutorials on "how to be a good boyfriend" and "how to make sure your gf feels loved" but he doesn't need to worry about any of that because he's more than enough!

boyfriend!karasu who's always there, whether it's to gossip, get shitfaced or just sit there while you crash out.

boyfriend!karasu who always needs to be touching you, hand around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand or intertwining your fingers.

boyfriend!karasu who knows you down to the T. how you do your makeup, which side of the bed you get up from, how you like your coffee. everything you didn't even know about yourself, he knows, he just knows. and when you ask him about it he just says "boyfriends always know".

i know i've said this before but boyfriend!karasu is either the funniest person you know or with the driest humor ever known to man kind and he still makes you laugh regardless because of his delivery! sometimes you're laughing at him instead with him but he doesn't need to know that.

boyfriend!karasu trusts you ALOTTT but he doesn't trust the people around you, he's not jealous it's more being protective so you don't get uncomfortable. but that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous at all, oh no he does but he hides it well and doesn't really act upon it that much.

when boyfriend!karasu finds out you've been wanting to go to disney land for a while he immediately started plannin the trip. he wouldn't admit it but he was excited, very excited actually.

boyfriend!karasu who made you try out every damn ride because he could, he wasn't really scared or anything nor were the rides that entertaining (he was lying to himself saying this) but seeing the joy on your face made it worth it.

boyfriend!karasu as soon as the fireworks went of, you turned towards the sky while he turned to admire you, who was awe struck by the pretty colors in the nightsky. when you turned to him with a bright smile, he felt as if some part of his inner child was healed.

yeah he really did love you and he loved being with you no matter where it was.