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Thud!

"—Hah!"

The impact knocked the air from Isagi’s lungs as his back hit the floor. His wrists were pinned above his head, locked in a firm grip, while thick, muscular thighs tangled with his own. Heat radiated between them, too close, too much, too overwhelming.

And fuc—he was way too aware of it.

Golden hair that dyed blue at his ends fell forward as he hovered over him, eyes gleaming with something dangerous— something hungry. His grip was firm yet careful, desperate in a way that sent something hot curling in Isagi’s gut.

"Are you alright, Yoichi?"

Isagi’s heart slammed against his ribs—not just from the fall, but from that fucking voice. Smooth. Teasing. Like he was savoring every second of this.

"Get off, Isagi, you clown!"

Kunigami’s furious snarl shattered the moment. He surged forward, fists clenched tightly— not with rage, but something deeper. Something he thought he’d buried. Something Ego told him to kill off the day he became a wild card.

But it was breaking through now—violent, raw—because Isagi was underneath someone else, flushed and breathless, and it felt like watching someone rip his heart out all over again.

Ness stood in his way, that usual bright smile wavered, jaw twitching. "Ah-ah~" Ness voice was light, his brown close to violet hair bounced lightly as he pressed a hand against Kunigami’s chest. "No need to be violent, Rensuke. It’s just a little fun, isn’t it?"

But his grip was tight. Too tight.

Kunigami’s bright orange eyes cut through him, looking past Ness— straight at Isagi, still flustered, still pinned under Kaiser.

His shoulders squared like it was taking everything in him to not rip Kaiser off. But Ness held firm, fingers twitching against his jersey.

He was holding him back.

And he didn’t like it.

His gaze flicked to Isagi. Still beneath Kaiser. Still flushed. Still not fighting.

And something flickered in his eyes.

Something bitter.

Something ugly.

"You bastard," Kunigami spat, voice low and seething.

"Get. Off. Him. You don't get to touch him like that."

Kaiser barely acknowledged him. If anything, his smirk deepened, fingers tightening around Isagi’s wrists.

"Oh? But he hasn’t told me to move yet."

Isagi froze.

'Shit. I should’ve said something. I should’ve shoved him off him. Done anything— anything but freeze.'

But the way Kaiser was pressing him down, the warmth of his body, the heat in his gaze…

'I should’ve pushed him off. Or refused. Or told him to fuck off, but my mouth wouldn't move. My brain wouldn't work. My body—

My body didn't hate this.

And the fact that I didn't mind it?

That made my head spin.'

Then—Kaiser moved. Slow. Deliberate.His lips brushed close to Isagi’s ear, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost dangerous."

Yoichi~ my favorite," he purred, his breath hot against Isagi’s skin. "You always look so good beneath me."

'Fuck.'

Isagi inhaled sharply—just a split second of hesitation, but Kaiser caught it. The german man chuckled, low and pleased, his chest vibrating against Isagi’s.

Something flickered behind his smirk, his hand loosened lightly.

"I shouldn't be doing this, should I? I'm just like a piece of trash. " He whispered among himself, almost like he hated himself for wanting this.

And then—

"Tch."

The sharp sound snapped Isagi back, and he turned his head just in time to see Ness looking away, his jaw tight. He saw how Kunigami’s shoulders squared up.

For a fraction of a second, Ness' usual easygoing smile cracked.He didn’t like this.And Isagi—he wasn’t sure which part bothered him more.

Then—

"That’s enough!" Kunigami roared, lunging forward—only for Ness to shove him back. Harder this time.

"Ah-ah," Ness cooed, his voice light, but not as playful as before. The gentleness was gone. "Let’s not be reckless now."

Kunigami snapped. "You’re letting him do this?! To Isagi?" He pointed towards him, still underneath Kaiser.

'It hurts to see him like this'

They both shared the thought.

Ness hesitated. Just for a second.

And then he smiled again, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"Of course," he said smoothly, "Kaiser always gets what he wants, doesn’t he?"

But his hands were fists at his sides

.And when his gaze flickered back to Isagi—just for a split second—his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for him but couldn’t. He wanted to call out to Isagi too— to say he looked beautiful, flushed like that, vulnerable like that.

But not under Kaiser. Never under Kaiser.

And that felt worse than everything else.

Isagi’s pulse hammered as he finally forced his arms free, shoving hard against Kaiser’s chest. His palms met smooth, heated skin—the inked blue rose beneath his fingertips.

"Wait—" he stammered, finally snapping out of it.

His lips parted—he could have said stop. He should have. But instead, the words got caught behind his teeth. He shouldn't like this.

'I shouldn't have wanted that.'

Kaiser froze. The ghost of Isagi's hand still burned on his chest.

Thump. Thump. His heart pounded— loud, heavy, humiliating.

Annoyingly loud. Pathetically loud.

He hated how violently his heart beat for him as much as it did for football.

'Did I go too far? What a piece of fucking trash I am, right, Isagi?'

Isagi looked up— almost shy. His dark blue eyes trembled gently, uncertain.

He shouldn't be looking at me like that, Kaiser thought. Like he still trusted me. Not after what I just did to him— not after the way I touched him.

"Kaiser..."Something inside cracked the moment he heard his name— soft, shaken, barely a whisper.

But Kaiser caught him again. His eyes were wild—caught somewhere between hunger and fear. He enveloped his hand over Isagi's wrist, pinning it above his head. Then Kaiser’s veined hands slid across Isagi’s chest— slow, lingering. Reverent, even. Like he was trying to memorize a miracle.

CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER!

He leaned in, mint breath ghosting over Isagi's lips— rough yet tender, ready to steal a kiss—

Crrk.

The bathroom door creaked open.

In stepped a tall, white-haired man—a neatly folded towel in hand, expression unreadable.

Noel Noa blinked.

Paused.

And stared.

Isagi ×everyone fanfic to feed my delusional self

Isagi Yoichi wasn't the strongest, the fastest, or the flashiest-but he was impossible to ignore. On the field, he crushed dreams. Off it, he unknowingly stole hearts. Friend, rival, or something far more dangerous-everyone who met him fell, whether in admiration, obsession, or love. In Blue Lock, where ego ruled and love had no place, one truth remained: no matter how fiercely they chased the title of the world's best striker, they all found themselves chasing Isagi just as desperately.

//In which Isagi Yoichi has a special ability to sweep people off their feet and make them fall deeply in love with him. (His special ability is simply being his genuine self

(This is my first time writing a fanfic so please bear with me😭 and please stick to the end🥹 lmao this lowkey sucks but wait till the end I feel like I ate that)

Noel Noa, the world's best striker, used to wonder why Isagi Yoichi was held in such high regard. He had played against Isagi before and couldn't even score a single goal— so why was he called the heart of Blue Lock? What made him so special? Over time, Noa began to understand what Ego had seen. No, rather, he had been blind before. He was an excellent egoist-and a potential challenger to Noel Noa's current title as the world's best striker.

Isagi Yoichi was an anomaly to put it bluntly.

Noa had seen countless players-arrogant prodigies, relentless hard workers, even the occasional so-called "team player." But Isagi was something else entirely. He didn't just get along with people; he pulled them in. He laughed easily, helped without hesitation, and made even the most withdrawn players respond to him. It wasn't forced. It wasn't manipulation-he simply existed in a way that made people want to be near him.

And then he stepped onto the field.Noa had seen transformations before, but Isagi's was almost unnatural. The warmth in his eyes turned to calculation. The easy smile disappeared, replaced by something sharp, something ravenous. He devoured his opponents(and even teammates) reading the field with frightening precision, moving like he already knew the outcome.

He became the complete opposite-an egoist through and through. And the worst part?It wasn't just his skill that made him dangerous. It was that he still had that same pull-even in the middle of the fight. Even as he tore through his opponents, they wanted to chase him. Even as he insulted them, humiliated them, ripped them apart-they wanted to match him.

Noa didn't believe in charisma. He didn't believe in nonsense like "aura" or "natural leadership." But he couldn't ignore what was happening. Not when even Kaiser-easily most self-absorbed player Noa had ever coached— was looking at Isagi like a challenge he couldn't afford to ignore.

Noa sighed, crossing his arms as he watched the game unfold.

Damn brat.

But his plan was working over all his plan to use 'Blue Lock's Heart' as a stepping stool to push Kaiser into discovering his burried ego. However, it was working far too well.

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The aftermath of the intense practice match between PxG and Barda left the indoor field in a predictable state of disarray-soccer balls scattered across the turf, half-empty water bottles rolling on the ground, and dirty towels draped carelessly over the benches. Just the kind of mess a group of football-obsessed teenagers always left behind.

Technically, none of them had to clean it up. Blue Lock's participants weren't responsible for maintaining the facilities beyond their own quarters. Hallways, fields, and bathrooms were all taken care of by the cleaning staff. It was an unspoken rule: make the mess, let someone else deal with it.

Yet, at nearly midnight, Noel Noa—who should have been asleep-sat on the benches, deep in thought. His mind sifted through possible strategies against Barda, analyzing plays, recalculating matchups, adjusting formations. Refining. Perfecting.

Then, movement caught his eye. A familiar figure entered the dimly lit field, pushing a cleaning cart alongside two older women in Blue Lock's standard cleaning uniforms.

Isagi Yoichi. Noa squinted his eyes. What is he doing here? His players should be resting to be in tip-top condition for tomorrow.

One of the women, her silver-streaked hair neatly tied back, looked at the teen with a mixture of concern and appreciation. "Oh my, Isagi-kun, are you sure you want to help us? You should be getting some rest." Another woman, slightly younger, chimed in. "Yes... We can handle this on our own." Isagi, without hesitation, crouched down to pick up a stray soccer ball, wiping it clean with his sleeve. "It's fine, (insert grandmas in Japanese cuz ambot)," he said easily."I wasn't sleeping anyway. Besides, we're the ones who made the mess." He scratched his cheek as he admitted, having contributed to the mess.

Noa didn't move. He just observed. The cleaning staff hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, clearly endeared by the young striker's insistence. "You really are something, Isagi-kun."

They worked in quiet efficiency-not awkward, not rushed, just natural. Isagi moved with purpose and youthful vigour, collecting towels, returning equipment, and cleaning stray scuff marks off the floor without needing to be asked. He never slowed, never complained. In less than an hour, the field looked as pristine as it had before the match.

Isagi exhaled softly, straightening up and glancing around with quiet satisfaction. "All done." The two women turned to him, gratitude evident in their smiles. They bowed in unison. "Thank you, Isagi-kun."Isagi, without missing a beat, bowed even deeper. Ears a bit red at their recognition "No! I should be the ones thanking you. Thanks so much for always cleaning up after us."

Noa shouldn't have cared about any of this. This had nothing to do with football. Yet, as he watched Isagi interact with the staff, watched the way he moved, the way people naturally responded to him—Noa felt a rare flicker of something unfamiliar—

Admiration?

No.

Curiosity.

Most players lived in extremes. Selfish or selfless. Kind or ruthless. Isagi Yoichi was neither. Or perhaps he was both.

He noted for the first time, just how different Isagi was.

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Isagi Yoichi...It was hard to pin him down, to truly understand what made him tick. On the surface, he seemed like just another Blue Lock player-young, talented, and ambitious. But there was something about him that set him apart.

He didn't try to command a room, yet people always gravitated toward him. In a place full of the most intense personalities, his quiet presence smoothed the chaos. A simple smile, a few words, and the noise seemed to fade away.

I'd seen this kind of thing before-players who naturally drew others in. But with Isagi, it wasn't forced. He didn't need to be the loudest, the flashiest, or the most commanding. He just was.He had this way of making people feel important-just by being there. His calm presence turned awkward silences into something almost... comforting.

He didn't need to speak much; he just knew how to read the room, shifting the mood with ease.He didn't just talk to people-he made them feel understood. And when they left, they'd feel like they'd forged a real connection. (The blueberry-scented man had his ways-after all, he was a genius of adaptability.)

A simple smile from Isagi could silence a room. Not by demanding attention but by creating a space where everyone felt seen. He didn't try to stand out-he simply was. Isagi Yoichi was a people magnet, effortlessly drawing others in. (And, yes, he got pulled in by his own magnet, though he'd never admit it.) Its like si Noa ang na pull in sa magnet ni isagi idk ithink confusing gamay ang akoang pagka structure sa akoang sentences)

Noa wasn't the type to dwell on things outside of football, but Isagi Yoichi was different. He had met many players-rivals, teammates, legends-but none had ever pulled people toward them the way Isagi did.

Even so, Bastard München's coach did not expect this. The sight was so bizarre he half-thought he had stepped into a reverse harem novel (which he secretly read from time to time, though he'd never admit it). Was he the wacky side character? Or the jealous love interest?

He wasn't sure, but it didn't seem good either way.Just two weeks into joining Blue Lock, nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness. Entering the shared bathroom, he found something he never expected.

There, on top of Isagi Yoichi, was Michael Kaiser.

Noa blinked, rubbing his eyes. Was he seeing this right?

Michael Kaiser? The same guy who avoided physical contact like the plague? The same one who hated people?And yet, here he was-his cold demeanour replaced with... warmth? Affection??

Kaiser looked down at Isagi with an expression that could only be described as soft.

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Thud!"

-Hah!"

The impact knocked the air from Isagi's lungs as his back hit the floor. His wrists were pinned above his head, locked in a firm grip, while thick, muscular thighs tangled with his own. Heat radiated between them, too close, too much, too overwhelming.

And fuck— he was way too aware of it.

Kaiser's golden hair that dyed blue at his ends fell forward as he hovered over him, eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something hungry. His grip was firm yet careful, possessive in a way that sent something hot curling in Isagi's gut.

"Are you alright, Yoichi?" Isagi's heart slammed against his ribs-not just from the fall, but from that fucking voice. Smooth. Teasing. Like he was savoring every second of this.

"Get off, Isagi, you roach!"Kunigami's furious snarl shattered the moment. He surged forward, fists clenched-only for Ness to step in his way, his usual bright smile feeling just a little forced.

"Ah-ah~" Ness sing-songed, his brown close to violet hair bounced lightly as he pressed a hand against Kunigami's chest. "No need to be violent, Rensuke. It's just a little fun, isn't it?"

But his grip was tight. Too tight.

Kunigami's bright orange eyes glare burned through him, but Ness held firm, fingers twitching against his jersey.He was holding him back. But he didn't like it. His gaze flicked to Isagi-still beneath Kaiser, still pinned, still flushed-and something flickered in his eyes.

Something bitter. Something ugly.

"You bastard," Kunigami spat, voice low, seething. "Get. Off. Him."

Kaiser barely acknowledged him. If anything, his smirk deepened, fingers tightening around Isagi's wrists."Oh? But he hasn't told me to move yet."

Isagi froze. Shit. He should've said something-should've shoved Kaiser off him, done anything-but the way Kaiser was pressing him down, the warmth of his body, the heat in his gaze...His head was spinning.

Then— Kaiser moved.

Slow.

Deliberate.

His lips brushed close to Isagi's ear, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost dangerous. "Yoichi~ my favorite," he purred, his breath hot against Isagi's skin. "You always look so good beneath me."

Fuck.Isagi inhaled sharply-just a split second of hesitation, but Kaiser caught it. The bastard chuckled, low and pleased, his chest vibrating against Isagi's.And then— "Tch." The sharp sound snapped Isagi back, and he turned his head just in time to see Ness looking away, his jaw tight.

For a fraction of a second, his usual easygoing smile cracked. He didn't like this. And Isagi-he wasn't sure which part bothered him more.

Then— "That's enough!" Kunigami roared, lunging forward-only for Ness to shove him back. Harder this time."Ah-ah," Ness cooed, his voice light but not as playful as before. "Let's not be reckless now."

Kunigami snapped. "You're letting him do this?! To Isagi?"

Ness hesitated.Just for a second.And then he smiled again, but it didn't reach his eyes."Of course," he said smoothly, "Kaiser always gets what he wants, doesn't he?" But his hands were fists at his sides.

And when his gaze flickered back to Isagi— just for a split second. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for him but couldn't. And that felt worse than everything else.

Isagi's pulse hammered as he finally forced his arms free, shoving hard against Kaiser's chest. His palms met smooth, heated skin-the inked blue rose beneath his fingertips.

"Wait-" he stammered, finally snapping out of it. Kaiser suddenly enveloped his hand over Isagi's wrist, pinning it above his head. Kaiser's veiny hands went over the younger man's waist, findings it way all up his chest.

The german man leaned in to place a rough yet tender kiss on the latter's pinkish red lips, but before he could do so—

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