Hello, I Am Waleed Khaled From Gaza, New To This Application

Hello, I am Waleed Khaled from Gaza, new to this application

I live with my family in the middle of the genocide, specifically in Gaza City in the northern Gaza Strip

What being a kaiser fan the last 7 chapters been feeling like

*bites lips* Hi kaiser.

❝THE STRONGEST OR GOJO SATORU?❞

summary; headcanons for gojo satoru

pairings; gojo satoru x gn!reader

warnings/tags; cursing, highschool—teacher life, geto's death mentioned, mentions of smoking, if you look really closely; there's satosugu.

a/n; I'm having the craziest hyperfixation on gojo.

★ during your high school days with him, most of it will be spent with walks or sharing a bike with geto, or you two alone.

★ he has a habit of getting you your favorite drink everytime he walks past a vending machine.

★ he would help you train if you're struggling with jujustsu.

★ haibara, shoko, geto, and nanami are sick and tired of your corny remarks of each other.

★ they call the both of you, two corns on a cob.

★ he lets you wear his glasses.

★ he knows the prices and the burdens as the strongest, and you're the only one who's able to see it the vulnerable part of him.

★ after he takes in megumi, you two before his unofficial parents.

★ you, geto, and him get into a bunch of trouble with the higher ups.

★ he's good at anything and everything he does, but he pretends he doesn't for the sake of you teaching him. he likes the concentrate look on you.

★ he notices that when training with his infinity, you use softer items like; erasers, an empty plastic bottle, etc.

★ you got mad at his wallpaper being waka inoue so he changed it to you and geto.

★ if you smoke, you sometimes go with shoko and gojo finds it attractive.

★ you paint gojo's nails.

★ he swore, after geto dies, he'll protect you. he doesn't want to fail the label of the strongest if he isn't able to back it up.

★ when geto dies, you experienced the numerous break downs he had and even you struggled to keep him intact.

★ he has a soft spot with people using his first name, satoru. because you and geto said it so softly.

★ you and geto really were the first people to ever see him more as the satoru than gojo.

★ he feels more human with you.

★ he buys you mochi.

© misterdetectiveswag

He's just a guy 🎀

Can you do scenario for Chigiri, Rin and Reo with a soccer player crush?

soccer fanatic pt.1 (bllk) !

pspsps ignore how long this took me to get to, i kept letting it rot in my drafts </3

features: hyoma c. rin i. reo m.

contents: reader is a footballer. reader is famous. lots of fanboying. unlike my other works, the last quote is from the reader. 0.8k

hyoma chigiri would imitate your style, specifically speed.

you were a speed-type midfielder, which was generally rare. you paved the path for your strikers yourself rather than letting them fight their way: in your eyes, that was your responsibility.

hyoma chigiri admired your physical and mental speed on the field. your legs allowed you to soar from one half to the other, running through players before they could react. your mind surged even faster than the body that allowed you to zip across the field, changing course at the slightest change.

right behind sae itoshi, you were the second best midfielder in the international scale. yet, you refused to join the new generation world eleven

chigiri watched you like you were the sun, the brightest star on the field. every game he would try to go to, so when he had finally met you in a blue lock training exercise, he knew he had to get noticed.

his legs carried him true and swift through the defense as he sliced through the air to punch the ball into the top right corner of the net before the goalie could react. all right after kickoff.

he couldn't help the huffs the escaped between his lips as he saw you come up to him with that egoist smile on your face. you looked at him like a child hoping to steal a toy from their sibling.

"you are my ideal striker, hyoma chigiri, we are cut of the same cloth."

rin itoshi would view you as the pinnacle of soccer.

as a striker, there was no doubt you were superior. contesting noel noa for the past two years of your pro career was an impressive feat. it was the feat that had rin itoshi analyzing every single one of your games.

back when you were still in the middle school leagues, rin had seen his first game that you were in. you were a grade younger than sae, allowing rin a perfect in.

you and sae would practice together sometimes, while rin observed you from the sidelines. when rin had first started playing soccer, the two players he channeled were: sae itoshi and y/n l/n.

when the taste of sae's plays soured on his tongues, yours grew sweeter. so here he sits, in the dark while his team sleeps next to him; face illuminated by the light of his phone.

their match against the world five was in less than twenty-four hours, but he could not help but watch your plays from yesterday's game. he needed inspiration for tomorrow.

so when he sunk his first goal in against the world five and your voice rang through the speakers, his heart was in his throat. he saw you on the sidelines with a mic in your hand, smiling so sweetly at him. sweeter than the taste of your plays every could be.

"still chasin' me rinnie? don't let my shadow blind ya!"

reo mikage would copy your game play.

reo mikage got everything he wanted since the moment he was born. so when he grew admiration of you, vip tickets to your games were easy. he went to every game of yours before he entered blue lock.

what he didn't know was that you were aware of him, not just disregarding him as a blip on your radar. at every game there was always a purple boy in the seat closest to the field, it would be hard not to notice; especially as a midfielder.

so when he didn't come to one game, you pulled some strings to get his name. turns out reo mikage played soccer as well, in blue lock no less.

so you came to watch a game, under the tense of it being a training exercise: but you really wanted to check in on your number one fan.

he was as impressive on field as you expected, but when you caught a familiar tick of his foot under a pass, sending it especially long and steady, it had you grinning.

you noticed more and more of you signature little quirks that allowed your play style, things that even people on the field with you wouldn't notice.

at the end of the match, you couldn't help but pay him a little extra attention. he was just trying so hard to stay loyal to you, that your ego swelled. you wanted your techniques to not just be copies for him, but rather his own weapons as well. you were willing to share custody of all your signatures with him.

"impressive dupe, rich boy, want a taste of the real thing?"

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