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— f!reader, smut (obviously), stepcest, 17+ minors dni!! 

ㅤㅤmy first ever post, hello! rushed, so it’s sadly only 2K words </3 enjoy!

how exactly did you end up in this position?

you invited rin into your room to study. that's what you told him. to study. so he asked, what did this have to do with sae? to put it truthfully, they've been at each other's throats since you've met them. years ago. at first, you didn't say anything. you were just some little stepsister that came with the package of their father marrying your mother. you only knew of sae from the time your parents made you sit together, and rin because he attended the same school as you. and just like that, you all knew together. of course you did, you were all siblings now. step siblings, to be precise. but that didn't mean you all liked each other, let alone got along. or rather, that didn't mean that they liked each other. sharp glances when the other wasn't looking. quick jabs punctuated with a cold, fake smile. quiet competitiveness that never seemed to end. it was always like that every time you faced them, rin was throwing sae a certain look. or sae had something smart to say about rin. it was always something, always. never a calm day. 

one of your biggest mistakes was inviting them both to your room to study while your parents went out to celebrate their anniversary. the moment you hushed one of them, the other had to throw some snarky remark. to prove they were better, to simply ‘one up’ the other brother. you felt like a toy shared by immature, spoiled siblings. couldn’t they just calm down, and study for once? midterms were coming up, and you were trying really hard not to fail. the moment you walked into their house for the first time and witnessed their glares at each other, you could tell that they would never work together towards something. 

and the same thing continued. even after sae graduated, soon followed by rin. it was something you grew to accept as time flew by. but if that were the case, 

then how did you end up here?

“stand in front of her, idiot.” there’s a hiss from behind you, coming from sae. you didn’t expect it from him, considering how he tried his hardest not to talk to his brother. but then again, this same sae that is pressing your chest into your desk with two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and a hand wrapped around his cock. 

a cold, smooth voice comes flooding from above you. “shut it, my dear brother.” sarcasm oozed from him, glaring at his older sibling. you’re at eye level at his crotch — in fact, you’re at eye level with both of their crotches, even though sae is standing behind you. a hand tangles itself in your hair, petting you softly. it’s a direct opposite of the way sae is treating you right now. “he should learn how to be quiet more often, right pretty girl?” he cooed, moving a strand of hair from your face.

all you could answer with was moans and babbles. Unintelligent and needy, a high pitched moan slips out instead of a legitimate answer to rin’s question. you were too focused on too many things to try again. The faint smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee, now going untouched due to your current activities. sae’s soft grunts as he strokes his dick behind you. the  wet, wet noise your pussy makes as it sucks his fingers up greedily. the way rin hums at you, so disarmingly sweet. the way his hands reach into his shorts and untucks his dick.

his cock springs free; half hard and growing harder. almost immediately, rin wraps a hand around his dick and guides it towards your mouth. your plump pink lips part readily, tongue falling out to get a taste of the streak of precum that was just starting to leak from the tip.

“there we go,” your mind vaguely registers rin’s murmured words of encouragement. instead, you’re going cross-eyed at the pleasure you’re receiving from sae as the redhead just discovered the perfect way to angle his thumb as he rubs your clit. there’s an ever-growing pit forming in your stomach that’s making you feel dumb, an orgasm that finds itself as almost there but not quite. still, rin takes advantage of your docile state and takes the opportunity to coax you into covering his dick in thousands of little kitten licks and kisses before sucking on the head. “that’s it, just like that.”

“how does she feel?” sae asks from behind you. his voice sounds rushed, and his tone sounds desperate. if it weren’t for what he’s doing to you- how deep his finds reach inside of you and manage to find all the right places- then you would more than gladly turned around and told him it was okay for him to put it in. you were more than ready for it anyways.

but you couldn’t turn around. you couldn’t even look up to see rin’s face as he answered. so you did the only thing you could do.

you sucked harder.

the pleasure blew rin’s mind, so he groan as he manages to slide his dick further down your throat was satisfying. It was low and deep and exactly what you wanted to hear from him. to prove that you could be as good to him as sae was being to you. “ oh fuck, her mouth is perfect.”

you hum around his dick, the praise making butterflies flutter in your stomach. apparently, that was the right thing to do because the hand in your hair immediately tightens its grip and tugs. You grunt at the sudden roughness, the sound adding the vibration rin was desperately craving. this time, you were ready for a response and were luckily prepared for when he decided to buck into your mouth.

you choke, but only slightly. rin was quick to loosen his grip on your hair after he realized what he had done. whispering soft words of praise, he fucked your mouth lazily- letting you swirl your tongue around and explore all that the black-haired boy had to offer.

“hngh,” Your eyes flicker back as sae lets out a soft hum himself. again, you find yourself upset that you aren’t able to see anything from this angle. though that initial displeasure turns into a sharp bout of anger as he draws his fingers back with an audible “pop.”

although, even that emotion bleeds away as fast as it bubbled up. because you found him spit on his hand and lining his dick up with your entrance as quickly as he took his fingers away from it.

sae breathed a heavy sigh as he eased his dick inside of you, sinking slowly- inch by inch. thankfully, rin had stopped moving in order to let you focus on the slow feeling of being filled to the brim with the older boy’s throbbing cock. your jaw falls slack as your eyes flutter shut. around rin’s dick, you can’t help but start to drool.

if felt good being stuffed at both ends. sae’s hands on your hips made you feel grounded and lusted after. rin’s hand on your hair made you feel loved and cared for. it was good. more than good actually. in fact, it was almost way too good. you didn’t know anything else could top this.

that is, that’s what you thought before they moved.

a loud moan rips through your throat as sae snaps his hips into yours suddenly. and again. and again. and again. and again until suddenly, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace. It’s quicker than you expected of him, yet he seemed all types of impatient when it came to you today. always making you rush around- to hurry up and bend over your desk. to hurry up and drop your panties. though you can’t say this is something that you’re too mad about.

especially now that he has deep and easy access to the spot inside of you that always seems to make you see stars.

the ravenette’s treatment of your mouth is just a little less rough, but it’s still not what you expected. It’s like he coordinates the way he fucks your mouth in time with his brother’s strokes. he’s quick with taking what he wants from you this time. he wants it perfect. and he knows he can get that with you. he knows he can get that only with you. and if it means working with his rival to have the best opportunity to get in your pants, then so be it.

besides, it’s more fun watching you get dick drunk off of two cocks instead of one.

“good girl, what a good little sister.”  sae’s whispered praise was barely heard of the slapping of skin against skin, yet you relished in his compliments anyways. It causes you to whine- to shift and wiggle your hips as he angled himself perfectly to glide in and out of you. It would be an easy trip due to how long he had spent stretching you out with his long, long fingers if it weren’t for how tightly you were squeezing around his dick. “take it, take it like the whore you are.”

it slightly stung, the way he quickly could switch from such a passionate person to a cold hearted one - but it didn’t matter. not if he was making you feel  this good. but of course, that wasn’t exactly the case with the boy standing in front of you.

“that’s not very 'golden’ of you, nii-san. you should cherish her, you know? ”  rin tuts from above you, using the name you’ve always affectionately called him. he has a hand on your jaw, coaxing you gently to open your mouth wider for him. you give in to his command, easily and he strokes your skin as a reward. you’ve always been eager to please. “She’s only letting you fuck her because she’s a good girl for her brothers. isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

you can only hum out, only half paying attention to the conversation being held above you. it’s not what you care about right now, anyways. If only they knew how long you’ve been dreaming about them. about both of them. at the same time.

“haha. go to hell, rin.” sae’s dry laughter is accented with his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. he guides your body into bouncing back on his dick in time with his thrusts. it’s a more effective method forcing your growing orgasm to come quicker and quicker. and it’s even more effective for rin to just stand back and allow you to swallow around his dick. it’s a win-win situation for everyone. “let’s see if she even wants you after I’m finished with her, rinrin.” 

well...almost a win-win situation.

a particularly large thrust send’s rin’s cock further down your throat. your hands shoot out, bracing themselves against his shorts as the desk digs into your skin chest uncomfortably. rin barely spares you a second thought as he resorts back to the older hitting it from the back. “it’s not as cute as when she says it. try again.”

“is that so?” a growl tears through the air behind you, and suddenly there’s a hand being wrapped around your neck. the tone is ferocious and feral, and the movement is quick. he pulls your body upwards- arching your back off of the desk the two of them are spit roasting you on. rin’s dick falls from your mouth clumsily as sae leans his body forward and molds his chest with your back. the grip is tight but not tight enough to choke you. it serves as a warning. to you. to him. “my sincerest apologizes, little brother.”

sae’s words are clipped with anger and competitiveness- the same competitiveness that you used to hate over all these years- as he takes over complete control of the situation. from this angle, you’re almost at eye level with rin- only able to look at him through your lashes as sae’s grip on your neck forces you to move exactly in time with him while limiting your mobility.

you can practically feel the dark smile against your skin as he renders your body completely useless. your voice grows louder and louder by the second. it easily bounces off of your room’s walls and echoes in your own ears. you sound like a whore. a needy, desperate whore for her step brothers.

and you love it.

rin meets your half-lidded eyes with a wink. your brain moves so, so slowly compared to the fast thrusts burying a cock deep inside your cunt but you’re able to read the look on his face in just a second. the possessive hand around your neck tries to claim you, but it does little else but poses as a challenge to conquer for rin.

and yet, he’s instigating. he knows just how to rile up his brother to the point that he’s about to snap. all so he can get what he wants, just this once. 

because sae is challenging him too.

“you know…” rin’s tone is as lazy as the way he strokes his dick in front of you. you miss having it in your mouth. you miss holding it for him, keeping it warm, and tasting him. and you know he misses it too. but there’s more to enjoy from you. more than you want him to enjoy from you. “i’d be more inclined to forgive you if you let me have a turn with that cute cunt of hers. So that being said…”

both brothers have always been able to work together. they just needed something that was truly worth working towards.

And somehow, that ended up being about fucking you.

“pass to me, will you?”

BF TEXTS W/ THE BLUE LOCK BOYS

ft. kaiser, nagi, isagi, sae, rin, and reo

warnings: suicide jokes (sae and kaiser), jokes about violence (isagi), reader being an instigator (isagi), kaiser backstory spoilers

kaiser, nagi, isagi

sae, rin, reo

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐆𝐎

↳ a foul-mouthed, aggressive, pro-soccer player on the verge of being disqualified from the biggest game of his life, is tossed into a fake relationship with a spoiled heiress to salvage their bad public reputation. what exactly could go wrong?

𖨆♡𖨆 itoshi rin x fem!reader

cw. mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, sexual tension, mean!rin, fake dating, language

masterlist | playlist

#1: BLACK OUT DAYS

The silence in the room fell prey to the steely glint in Rin Itoshi’s eye. 

Mugs of coffee started to run cold from the increasingly stretched out minutes; nails scraped the lacquered wooden table in short intermittents, and the nervous PR manager before him started to stutter. “I-It will only be for a few months—”

“Why?” 

Rin noticed a brown stain on his collar. It reminded him of tonkatsu sauce, and he inwardly sneered at how little this man cared for his personal hygiene.

The younger Itoshi brother wasn’t exactly the neatest person in his whole team if they were to compare him with Barou, but at least his outward appearance didn’t have such a damning dot. He sat back in the leather chair, a migraine beginning to fester in his right temple.

“L/N Y/N is a philanthropist and well-loved on social media. She’ll help boost your popularity vote before the big playoff season and get you a bigger cut—”

“She was seen puking on the street after a night of clubbing.” He recalled the glossy pages filled with an over-the-top glittery dress, heels delicately hooked in a lax grasp and one intoxicated woman slumped against the wall. Rin was hard-pressed to understand how a person like that could be one of Japan’s most popular influencers.

A wild child.

A socialite.

Some immature woman partying around on daddy’s money. 

Definitely not a woman he would think of dating without a metaphorical gun to his head.

The PR rookie’s shoulders tightened underneath his silk grey shirt and he plastered on a big, unnerving smile. “Itoshi-san, ever since you butted heads with one of Italy’s defenders, your ranking has—”

“Your ranking has tanked and if it goes any lower, you can kiss the playoffs goodbye.” 

Everyone spun around to find Ego Jinpanchi walking into the room, his signature bolo tie fitted snugly under his clavicle and a frown on his froggy face. Rin never liked his previous Blue Lock mentor, and the sentiment lasted till his adult years.

At the age of 25, he knew better than to pick a fight with the legendary egoist himself, and remained mute, sulking in his seat. 

Those crazy dark eyes which Rin hated to admit haunted most of his career back in the faculty’s selection sparked with another insane idea.

“I think we should let them date for six months, huh?” 

The mug by his right hand was starting to look wildly appealing as ammo aimed right for Ego’s horrible bowl cut. But, in a show of restraint to not call his ex-mentor’s idea lukewarm, Rin sat up straighter. 

“Four months. Take it or leave it.”

Ego turned to face him with a downward tilt of his mouth, and the cogworks in his brain were turning a little too loud. Uh-oh. 

Best player in Japan or not, he still had to work on his manners which were sorely lacking. Sometimes, Rin wondered why he even tried to be civil when it would blow up in his face.

Am I cursed? 

The older man glanced at him up and down, uttering the final words which would seal his fate to be connected to a ditzy socialite for an alarming period of time.

“Five months. Get your stuff and move to the penthouse we rented for you two.”

You rocked back in your seat, completely stunned into an unnerving silence when you heard what your father had told you.

His salt and pepper brows were lowered, as if the idea of his daughter becoming some soccer jock’s plaything was physically repulsive. If it was, why didn’t he stop it? 

Sure, the L/N name was at stake with the soccer club close to going under from a lack of investors, but surely—hopefully—your father could do something to turn the tides around. 

“It’s for the best. Itoshi is a good man and his influence will help to create a good PR rep for both our club and your past incident—”

“No,” your voice broke, and you tighten your grip on your Birkin to give you strength. “What do you mean, tou-chan? I don’t want to stay with some weird basketball player. Why do I even have to go through this?” 

Tears glimmered in your eyes, exacerbating your father’s guilt. “He’s a soccer player, dove. And it’s just for five months until we can prove the club has good connections to attract more—”

“But, I don’t want to leave my own home!” 

You pursed your glossy lips and upped the antics, sniffling loudly. “What about my walk-in closet? My bags? Where will they go?” Imagining the fate of your precious Chanels, LVs, and Bottegas without your tender care to make sure each stitch was lovingly preserved nearly made you throw up from fear. 

Daichi sighed and slipped his glasses off the bridge of his nose, pinching it with his thumb and forefinger to ward off an impending headache. 

“Darling, I will get the movers to bring you everything you want and need, alright? In this pretend relationship, Itoshi Rin has also agreed to give you a cut of his monthly salary to support you as you have no… career prospects, as of now.” He pursed his lips, aching for a glass of whiskey despite it being ten in the morning. “Anything else you want, you can just text me and I’ll personally deliver it to you.”

You could tell your father’s mind was made up. Daichi was notoriously hard to convince once had come to a decision, and as much as you begged, pleaded or pouted, it was settled.

Standing up with a sniff, you turned on your heels and stormed out of his office, hitching your purse higher up your shoulder. The maids stopped to bow low to you when you walked past them, and you ignored their fleeting glances; the silent conversations they were having with a quirk of their brows. No doubt they had heard about what happened; news did travel fast across the L/N estate.

They were probably glad they no longer had to steam iron your dresses to perfection or deal with another one of your meltdowns from the outfits in your closet not colour-coded the way you wanted it to. 

It made you even angrier that you could not confront them, not when the therapist your father urged you to see advised you to stop snapping at the help and start channelling that anger to something productive.

Like the thought of your pay cut once this little charade was over.

¥2 million just from pretending to be Itoshi’s arm candy wherever he went. You had little knowledge of business, but it seemed a deal too good to be true. 

So, you endured the dehumanisation of your precious designer goods as the maids packed them up into water-proof boxes; bore the idea of your purses being destroyed through the transit to Akasaka where your new residential penthouse was located. 

You even nodded to the old chauffeur your father hired to send you to your doom, unused to having a help smile brightly at such a simple gesture. The wheels of your luggage bag squealed loudly on the pristine floor, and you paused in front of the elevator, wondering which button to press before it hit you. Duh, penthouse means the highest floor, dummy, you scolded yourself, and reached out to touch the button when someone roughly shoved your arm in his hurry to get to the lobby.

“Hey—!”  

You spun to find a tall, dark-haired young man appraising you coolly, not apologising for his rude manners. His frigid demeanour made you shrink back, and you gaped at those aloof teal blue eyes that slid from your shocked figure to a point past your shoulder; resuming towards his destination without a second glance at your indignant glare. 

Rude asshole. You shook off the interruption and pressed the button on the highest floor, summoning a silver, sleek elevator that took you to the penthouse you were to spend the rest of your punishment in. A feeling of anticipation soured the moment you reached the top floor and there was no one there to welcome you.

Daichi had informed you that Ego was busy with some soccer club deals and could not formally induct you into your new home. Hence, the burden of that awkward first meeting fell onto your new boyfriend’s shoulders. 

Evidently, said boyfriend was not here. 

You whipped out your phone, about to leave your father a frustrated voicemail when the door of the elevator dinged, signalling someone coming up into the wide living room. 

“Oh, it’s you.”

The same man who had rudely shoved into you was staring at you with a cold expression. You could not help how your mouth popped open with unconcealed consternation.

“Wait—you’re Itoshi Rin?” 

Said fake other half lifted his shoulders. “Mhm.” He walked past you, not even bothering to ask for your name or how was your journey to this part of Tokyo. Anti-social weirdo, much? You trailed behind him with an uneasy glare stuck to your face, your Bottega slides slapping loudly on the floor. 

He pointed at the door where a shoe rack was, a silent order for you to remove your shoes. You warmed with resentment, wheeling your suitcase and removing your shoes with more attitude than necessary; slapping it onto the top rack with a huff.

Unbeknownst to you, Rin Itoshi himself was not exactly leaping for joy at the thought of this arrangement. 

Earlier when he had accidentally bumped into you, he had half a mind to go down to the lobby and request to live in an empty unit for the time being while Ego and L/N Daichi worked out whatever the fuck they needed to work out with the future of the Silver Strikers club and his soccer career before the World Cup started. 

But, as luck would have it, there were no empty units he could hide out until this five month contract came to a close. The manager who told him that didn’t even blink or offer up a condolence. So much for a good start to the next season.

He eyed this woman who was supposed to play-act as his girlfriend with open distaste. First off, she was most definitely not his type because who in their right mind would tote around a huge neon pink bag while wearing pink sunglasses indoors? 

Secondly, with her perfectly coiffed hair and pouty glossy lips, she was no different from the spoiled brats Reo brought into their old house when they were starting out in their careers post-Blue Lock. Even the strawberry hair clip holding her hair back from her face annoyed him to no end. 

Rin scoffed at your little tantrum and turned around before he could be goaded to make fun of your ditzy appearance.

“So, where’s our room?” 

He bristled at such casualness you exuded. According to the report Ego had given him, you were just shy off your 24th birthday and was a whole year younger than him. The casual manner you regarded him, together with a lack of politeness and embarrassment, made him want to roll his eyes. 

Annoyance radiated off him in waves and he continued walking. 

The squeaking of your suitcase on the floor was loud and grating, and he actually had to grit his teeth to not comment on how the bag was clearly broken and needed a wheel change and could you not afford to get another suitcase when you were obviously born with more money than he had ever seen in his life—

“You’re not one for much talk, huh?”

In answer, Rin gave you another shrug. Schooling his expression impassively, he led you to the large bedroom in long strides, not even bothering to check if you could keep up with him.

He pushed aside a large door, and it fell open to reveal a spacious California king bed with canopy curtains surrounding it. 

“Oh.” 

The squeaky wheels and complaints had stopped. It didn’t take a genius for him to discover you liked the room.

Lush silk and cashmere blankets draped the sleeping abode with a radiating luxury he still wasn’t used to. While you were still marvelling at the decor, he strode over to the bed and plucked a plush pillow and one buttery soft blanket in his grip.

He did not offer you an explanation when he breezed past, his 6’4 frame looming over your shell-shocked one.

“H-hey, wasn’t it in the agreement clause that we had to share a room—”

The door closed behind his figure with a tremendous thud and your complaints died on the tip of your tongue. Staring at the large barrier which kept you apart, you huffed, cheeks puffing with distaste.

“Dick,” you said loud enough, hoping your insult would travel past the thick wood. Predictably, there was no reply.

At least he gave me the bed. It would mean that Rin chose the L-shape couch in the living room over sharing a huge California king with you. 

Despite the craziness which transpired over the past 24 hours, you could not help but think it was in direct violation of the agreement your father laid out together with Ego-san.

Living Requirements

2.4.1 The parties of this arrangement are to share a room or a roof with each other to solidify perceptions of a healthy relationship.

Well, the roof part was still applicable. You thought it over. Even if Rin Itoshi was a rude and insufferable jackass, he remained true to one aspect of the contract which was to stay under the same roof as you did. 

You could not fault him for finding a loophole in this shitty situation when you weren’t smart enough to think about it. Your annoyance fractured a little to give way to remorse. 

Itoshi is a good man and his influence will help to create a good PR rep for both our club and your past incident. 

Said incident flashed in your mind and you shuddered. 

Removing your cardigan and parking your suitcase at the foot of the bed, you sank onto the comfortable mattress and expelled a loud sigh.

It was not your fault the paparazzi had stormed the club and found you snorting a line on the table. You were stressed from the next fashion week in Milan and had to blow some steam off before you would debut your designs to a crowd of vultures waiting to pick apart your creations with their bitchy articles.

However, in Daichi’s straight-laced eyes, the singular occurrence was enough for your father to put his foot down and get you the help you needed.

In came Rin fucking Itoshi. 

He was as straight-laced as they came—a gym rat, a jock and a nutcase who lived for nothing but soccer. The asshole breathed, ate and thrived on the game for a living, and Daichi thought he would be a good influence on you to finally get your act right.

You snorted. If there was one thing your father did not anticipate, it was how brooding and anti-social Itoshi Rin actually was.

How were you supposed to build a relationship—albeit a fake one—with a man who would not even speak two words to you? Paparazzi was already a nightmare, and you could not fathom the gossip tabloids waiting to dissect every interaction and declare this arrangement a sham which would put the L/N name at risk again.

You could not live to disappoint your father, even if he was the one who had forced you into this predicament.

I have to at least try. You made the decision in a split second. 

Come sunshine or highwater, you would try to at least be Itoshi Rin’s friend so the both of you could convince the world Blue Lock and the Silver Strikers were prospering.

It was the least you could do after letting your father down for the nth time.

You took a deep breath. 

Here goes nothing.

Rin spent as much time as he could away from the penthouse. 

Between his rigorous training schedule, team meetings and content creation for Blue Lock’s social media, it was easy enough for him to delay the journey back home.

But, no matter how much he glared at Ego or muttered under his breath that this fake relationship was the dumbest idea his manager could concoct, the vile man was adamant on him returning back to his pretend girlfriend.

Just take it as an ice-breaking session before the interviews and TV appearances start for the playoff season.

The cherry on top of this fucking cake was the fact his home life had to be invaded for some stupid television show where he had to pretend to be a doting boyfriend. Two hours. He had to endure a whole 120 minutes of filming and smiling for the camera when he wanted to kill himself. 

Rin actually had to stop mid-dribble to kick the ball as far as it would go with every burst of energy from his well-trained leg. 

The ball arched high overhead, colliding into a fluorescent lamp and shattering the bulb before bouncing off into fuck-knows where. He lifted his shoulders and shrugged them to loosen his muscles. A tired sigh left his lips.

“You’ll have to pay for that, y’know.”

Isagi’s familiar voice knocked him out of his reverie, and Rin steeled himself for more smirks and ribbing on the quote on quote hot piece of ass he had waiting for him back home. Of course that comment came from no other than Aiku himself.

He didn’t bother to reply, crossing his arms and stewing in rebellious silence.

The one thing about Isagi is that he gave Rin the space when he needed it. The taller man could pinpoint his teammate’s hesitation when he approached closer towards his personal space, close enough to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I know your situation isn’t ideal—”

Rin shrugged off Isagi’s touch and good intentions, trailing his glare onto the ground.

“What do you know?” 

As much as the men have matured since their Blue Lock days, Rin would find it hard to accept any comfort from his teammates—understanding they had better things to do than make space for his weaknesses. The singular feeling made him feel warm under his collar like he was standing in front of a crowd in nothing but his underwear and he hated it. 

In the heat of the moment, he clamped himself down into his angry shell; there was no mistaking the anger churning in his tone, or the storminess in his teal eyes.

Isagi took one step back, his dark eyes probing. The tips of his ebony hair were damp from his shower, and his gym bag was slung across his broad chest. 

Rin could still remember like it was just yesterday when Isagi was a head shorter than him. Now, the media-proclaimed genius striker was almost at his height of 6’3. Tall freak, Rin thought with a shade of fondness he would never show for one of his oldest friends from Blue Lock. No one could beat Nagi, though. The white-haired dumbass was pushing 6’5 and he still insisted on Reo carrying him when he was exhausted after a night out of drinks.

“I know you don’t really like this very much, but try to see the bright side of it,” Isagi offered in his hopelessly pathetic optimism. “For once, you’d actually know how to talk to girls and not scare them away into tears during fansigns.”

His cheeks warmed from the memory of how the team had taunted him for rejecting a teenage girl’s confession. After that, Rin made it a team-wide ban to stop any young girl with a box of chocolates in hand from ever approaching them again. 

A scoff left his thin lips and he grimaced. “Whatever.”

From somewhere on the side of the field, Bachira waved at him, his sing-song voice grating his every nerve. “Be nice to your new girlfriend, Rin-chan!”

He picked up his gym bag, about to say fuck it to Ego and his stupid ideas and just head to a hotel after his shower when Isagi stopped him with his next words.

“Are you nervous about going toe-to-toe with Sae-san in France?” 

Rin hated how his stomach dropped at his brother’s name. How he froze mid-stride and set his foot down a second too slow. His senses zeroed in on the ache spreading in his chest, the one which he desperately tried to smother with the roaring head of his ego; begging to destroy the last vestiges of any fondness he felt for his older brother, pushing him forward to do nothing but take and take and take—

“No.” 

It was the truth. 

If there is anyone who should be afraid, it would be Sae. 

Rin continued walking, ignoring how Isagi’s frown burned hotly into his back, wanting nothing more than to drown himself in more strategy and training so when the inevitable happened—when he met Sae directly on the field—he would be prepared.

He drove back in a mental haze of replaying his brother’s moves on the field in his head.

Many of his teammates didn’t know, but Rin kept the playbacks of his brother’s greatest scores in a simple USB. He reasoned that it was because he wanted to sand down every tactic Sae used (no doubt his brother would be doing the same thing with his replays) and figure out his weak spot; the exact nick in Itoshi Sae’s heel which would make him crumble. 

It was all he ever wanted. 

Crushing Sae. Making him regret ever thinking he was better than him; that he deserved to be treated like a king when he was nothing but talent walking on a pair of extremely lucky legs; instilling in a seed of remorse on how easily he left for Spain without saying goodbye—

Rin felt his thoughts slipping back into dangerous waters and he drew them back to safer shores. He focused his mind on the hatred he nurtured for his brother, drowning out any smidgen of regret or the sensation of loss. 

He was a man of 25; Sae’s departure shouldn’t rattle him any longer.

His thoughts bubbled and simmered loudly in his mind that he did not notice he had accidentally driven back to the penthouse. Rin blinked when he found himself parked in the lobby, perturbed by how easily he let the rich world of his thoughts overwhelm his waking reality. 

It’s no use finding a hotel now.

He stepped out from his Honda NSX and locked the car, his pensive expression shining back from the pristine inky black paint job. His steps were laborious for his usual swift movements, and the moment he stepped into the penthouse, the scent of green tea, rice and grilled fish hit his nose.

For a second, Rin panicked and thought his mother had made a trip from their hometown in Kamakura for a surprise visit. Shit—Y/N. He could not let his mother see you. She would tear him a new one for living with a girl before marriage or whatever fuck sin he would commit which would incur the wrath of God upon him.

He was about to call out for her when he rounded the corner and found you standing by the stove. 

A frilly pink apron clung to your hips, and you moved with an ease he did not expect a spoiled brat to have in the kitchen; flipping the bream, boiling the tea and clicking open the rice cooker to see if it was done steaming the fluffy bed of white grains. All while humming under your breath. 

You must not have heard him because you jumped the moment he set his gym bag down.

“Oh!” your glossy lips stretched into a smile, and his tummy did a weird flip when you gestured at the food, warmth suffusing your cheeks as you sheepishly said, “I made dinner. I hope you don’t mind.” 

As if his stomach was a paid actor, it rumbled after your words, loud enough for the two of you to hear. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he ducked his head down so his bangs would cast shadows to hide his ruddy expression. Menace—a lukewarm menace. 

It wasn’t enough that you would be invading his space, but you had to act like a wife while you were at it? 

Rin’s lips twitched, his impassive expression veiling his disgust. Just who does this daddy’s girl think she is? 

He walked past the kitchen, straight into the training room without saying another word to you.

Instead of taking the hint, you were thick-headed enough to run after him, holding onto his bicep and tugging him back.

“Hey—do you have to be so rude, you dickhead?” 

Rin paused. 

Dickhead. 

Huh, that was a new insult a girl had given him.

He was used to ‘asshole’, ‘son of a bitch’ or, his personal favourite—’emotionless psychopath’. Never a dickhead. He had to give you props for your creativity.

You shrunk back in fear when he turned around, fixing those placid blue eyes straight onto yours.

“What?” 

Your throat moved with a swallow and you bunched your hands into fists, squaring your shoulders and returning his stare with a mutinous glare. 

Brave, yet stupid.

“I said, I made dinner. I want you to sit with me so we can talk. We—well, we haven’t introduced ourselves to each other yet and I want to know exactly who I am getting into this mess with.”

For a moment, he was silent. You assumed you had broken through his tough shell and in that split second, you hoped—marvelled—at your tenacity in revealing a softer side of Rin Itoshi. The media called him heartless; the rumours surrounding him spoke of how he had no interest in girls or relationships. Nothing but soccer and winning on his mind. 

But, you should’ve known to not hinge your hopes on a man who could not reciprocate emotions in a way you expected. Rin’s eyes clouded over again, and he walked away, shoulders tense and jaw ticking.

The frustration seized you by the throat, and you spoke without thinking through your words.

“Itoshi Rin, we need to help each other.” 

He stopped and stood rooted in the middle of the living room. You did not take in his rigid form or the mutinous silence denouncing your casual approach with him, and yet, he did not say a word. Waiting for you to speak. 

“My father’s soccer stadium is on the brink of bankruptcy and your team is struggling to get into the World Cup because your attitude is not popular overseas. I think we can really help each other, don’t you? I could show the world what a perfectly normal, caring Rin looks like and you could bring more attention for investors. We could solve each other’s problems. I know you must want to go down to France and meet your big brother—”

The words were barely out of your mouth when he dropped his gym bag loudly. You stared at the broadness of his back, the towering physique of one of Japan’s finest soccer products since Itoshi Sae himself and it clicked for you. 

His unfriendliness. The cruel remarks he often departed on the people closest around him. How he could never respect anyone.

Holy shit. You’d heard the rumours, but you did not know it was true: that the Itoshi brothers were fractured from the hip since their teenage years.

You swallowed and crossed your arms, unable to apologise for stepping over a perceived line. Rin did bother scolding you, nor did he pay you any attention. After a beat of silence where you sensed he was debating if he should turn around and speak to you, Rin picked up his bag again and stalked into the bedroom. Locking the door shut with a resolute click. I guess it’s my turn to sleep on the couch tonight. 

You stared at the spread of food you had prepared for him on the dining table; the perfectly grilled fish, the fluffy rice and bowls of high quality green tea you actually went to the grocers to buy. From this distance, it looked small and awkward; like a picture titled to the side no matter how many times you tried to straighten it.

Impossible.

The word flashed in your mind, your mouth tightening into a grimace.

Ego and your father had given you a labour not even Hercules could overcome. Growing up, you had loved the heroic tales of his epic quest and how he journeyed through the dangerous 12 trials to earn back Olympus’ favour. Standing here, in the middle of a penthouse in a swanky city, you weren’t exactly slaying Stymphalians, but the entire mission felt—

Impossible.

There was no way a man like Itoshi Rin and a person like you could get along.

Disappointment curled in your chest like a disconsolate kitten, and you sniffed softly, removing your apron with a huff and bundling it up; throwing it across the room where it fell behind the large couch which was your bed for the night.

Come next week, you would just have to tell your father and Ego that their stupid plan did not work out—that you had tried your best in creating a civil bond with Rin. Even your best was not good enough and you conceded defeat.

Throwing the green tea down the sink and packing up the fish and rice, you cleaned up, mind a million miles away, locked in the anxiety of your father realising once again, that he could never trust you with anything that wasn’t clothes or draining his money. 

Rin awoke the next morning to an empty penthouse. 

The sun shining across the lacquered wood warmed the soles of his feet when he padded down the hallway towards the kitchen, Tokyo unfurling herself like a gem beyond the high windows, greeting him with a smirk. Beyond the shimmering silhouette of the city, the light also illuminated a mysterious bundle on the couch, and he squinted, wondering what it was when it started to move. 

Panic laced through him, and he almost backed towards his soccer boot to use it as a weapon to smash the unsuspecting perpetrator’s head in when a soft exhale reached his ears. Surrounded by his blankets and using his pillow to prop your head up, you were still asleep, brow smoothened out and mouth parted to emit whistling snores.

Rin was rarely a guy who let guilt catch up to him (it reminded him too much of lost years spent wondering how he could bring his brother back), but in this weak morning light, he could not tear his eyes from your sleeping figure dressed in a silk nightie.

You must've used the guest bathroom to wash up before you crashed on the sofa.

Feeling a small twinge of regret for how he had iced you out last night, Rin moved slowly and quietly towards the Keurig coffee maker and started a brew of Argentinian blend which he favoured for casual days when he was not rushing around the field. The smell of coffee bloomed around the house, wonderful and warm, and it woke you up.

You groaned softly, flopping onto your belly to hide your face from the bright light, and wedged the pillow over your head. It’s far too early to be awake. 

Soft footsteps registered in your fuzzy mind, and you heard something clicking crisply onto the glass table. The scent of fresh brew grew too tantalising to ignore, and you sluggishly emerged from your pillow cavern, sitting up. Adjusting your nighties’ bra cup, your vision focused on Rin sitting opposite of you, sipping on his mug of coffee while he scrolled through his phone.

Panic flashed through you, your thoughts ringing with confusion of where you were and you yelped, snatching the blanket to hold it right in front of your scantily-clad body.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed.

In answer, he lifted his gaze towards you, blue eyes calm and lucid. “I live here.”

Your brain was struggling to understand the connection of why Itoshi Rin was currently lounging in your presence with the frigid and cruel man who had dismissed you so easily yesterday. At the reminder of his callous actions, you grew more subdued, crossing your legs and wondering how you could bring up your decision.

Rin and you weren’t even friends; you couldn't go down the emotional path of declaring your true sentiments to him. At best, he would ignore you and walk away. At worst, he would ignore you and walk away. There was no winning with his taciturn and grumpy demeanour.

You settled for opening your mouth when you noticed the still steaming mug of coffee on the table.

“Did you make this?” 

“Hmm.” You would take that as a yes.

“Why?” 

Rin stopped in the middle of lifting the cup to his lips. He raised a brow and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Felt like it.”

Okay. That definitely was more than three words he had spoken to you in the span of an hour which was more than what you dared hope to receive from him.

Maybe you were still dreaming. 

Quietly contemplating the disparities of his attitude, you lifted the coffee cup to your lips and blew the steam away. Sipping on the dark brew, the scene you were both in could not be concocted from your fever dream if you tried.

You had heard of Itoshi Rin from what the media said. He was brash, ruthless and turned down any woman who approached him. Some part of you wondered if he was gay (not that you would judge, it just made sense). While he wasn’t exactly unknown to you due to the circles you roamed in, there was little doubt you ever appeared on his radar.

Speaking of friends, your phone vibrated with a message and you unplugged it from the charging port on the console table behind the couch. A message from Junni, one of your oldest friends pulled a smile from your lips.

You texted her back to agree for an invitation to meet for lunch and continued to sip from your mug. 

“Let’s go for lunch today.”

Five words. You snapped your eyes up to find Rin staring at you impassive. Things were definitely getting weirder.

You swallowed and gestured to your phone. “I can’t. I have plans.”

This time, you were the one brushing him off. Rin blinked and you averted your eyes back to your phone, needing to fiddle with something to ease the sudden tension swirling around both of you.

“Oh.” He pursed his lips, dark bangs falling in his face which he casually brushed aside. “There’s a party tonight at the Morishi club. The press will be there.”

You brows knitted together, and you glanced down at your hands. What a weird way to invite someone to an event. It hit you a second too late. 

The press will be there. Seems like your pretend relationship would start today. 

“S-sure. I’ll come.”

He stood up, evidently done with this conversation. Your tongue was tied; the words lodged in the back of your throat.  

Junni texted you again and you almost spilled everything about this arrangement to her when you stopped yourself. 

Relationship Requirements

1.2.4 The parties of this arrangement are not to divulge to outside parties of their current arrangement to avoid bad news and sentiments from reaching/spreading across social media.

You heaved in a deep breath and decided to get ready for today. 

Needing to leave the penthouse before you could suffocate from the pressure of Rin’s sudden switch-up, you hopped into the shower, cleaned up, dressed in your favourite Dior mini with the applique flowers on your bust line and did your makeup a little lighter today. Since you were meeting Junni in a cafe, it was best to look as natural as possible and to avoid more attention on you.

Scrolling through your Instagram while you waited for your chauffeur to pick you up, you shot off answers to your fans, took a few selfies and updated the stats of your recent post to your father’s manager to measure the engagement rate of this sponsored ad. It was a video you had to do for a special tea which guaranteed overall better skin texture, and your followers loved it.

It started out with you smiling into the camera and a voice-over of how much the tea had helped with your digestion which gave you better skin (faked with the help of the golden hour sunset from yesterday), but everyone lapped it up. There were a few concerned health freaks in the comments who questioned the safety of drinking so many herbs in one go, and you rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses. 

Lunch with Junni was uneventful as always. She spoke at length about some new boytoy from Dubai she was seeing over the weekends and her father’s new yacht. 

You tuned her out, wondering how you should structure your next sponsored content when she broke your concentration with a giggle.

“So, I heard from a little birdie that you were spotted at Akasaka with that soccer player—what’s his name? Iroshi? Isoshi? I don’t know, but he’s cute.” Junni waggled her peroxide-dyed brows. “So, are you two together?” 

You forced yourself not to blanch and snorted loud enough for the next table to hear. Quieting down before the both of you could get kicked out of this pristine restaurant, you shook your head.

“Itoshi Rin? Nah, we just happened to stumble into each other.”

Junni pursed her over-lined lips and stared at you with unconcealed confusion. “Since when did you play around with soccer jocks?”

Since my father owns the Silver Strikers stadium, you wanted to retort, but held your tongue. Your best friend probably wouldn’t even remember your father’s avid hobby—one which was draining him off his money, but a hobby, nonetheless. You bit your tongue and shrugged.

“I think we met for a campaign or another. I honestly can’t remember. His brother is hotter, though.”

After that, Junni started to recount every single failed hookup she had with a pro-athlete (which was only twice, but with the sole heiress of Itachibana Department Stores, she could spin a tale out of a single line). You were glad to listen to her, removing your mind from the nervous possibility of tonight.

Where I will be debuting my relationship with Itoshi Rin. 

You had to get ready. 

Morishi was one of the hottest clubs around since Dragonfly closed down last year after a raid. Everyone who was anyone could be seen at Morishi; influencers, wannabe idols, super rich kids. 

It was a secular space where only the most financially prosperous of the public could play in their sandpit. 

You had no doubt his team would be present, and so would the paparazzis Ego probably tipped off to take candid photos of you and Rin. Come tomorrow, the whole of Japan would know you were dating the handsome but reclusive younger Itoshi brother—a direct descendant from the legendary God of soccer himself, Sae—and both your faces would be splattered across the tabloids.

The mere thought of it made you squirm. 

Though you were not a stranger to the limelight, something about dabbling into your first fake relationship which was concocted up as a PR stunt did not sit right. Suddenly, you regretted finishing that croissant during lunch and sat back into the buttery seats of the car your father sent to pick you up, wondering how tonight would play out with both your stomach and heart churning. 

The feeling persisted throughout the night, and you were halfway flaying yourself down with worry. Your makeup was tacked on, your dress figure-hugging, and you were soon on the way to Morishi. You were strategically ushered into the club through the side door, and once in the thrumming, pulsing belly of the beast, the fear clawed you by the throat. 

Standing to the side to take in a short breath, in a little black dress which clung to your body like a second skin, you were highly aware of the number of eyes on you. In a bid to regain your confidence, you summoned a small smile and headed straight for the VIP room. The bouncers let you in without a second thought, and you immediately spotted Rin.

It wasn’t hard to find him. He was dressed all in black and surrounded by 5 other men, drinking from his whiskey glass with a bored expression. The man of the hour—Mikage Reo—smiled when he noticed you approaching.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look who’s here.”

Your fake smile seemed to stretch a little too tight, threatening to crack from your face when Rin stood up with a crooked grin on his face, hand outstretched to you. The sight of his beam contrasted vividly with his tight grip on your palm, and you swallowed down the nerves to sit beside him, suddenly hyper aware of his body heat seeping through your thin dress.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Isagi, Nagi, Bachira, Chigiri and of course, Reo.” Each man bobbed his head or raised his glass when their name was called out. You greeted them cordially with a small smile and a bow of your head. That was the perfect moment for the drinks to arrive, and once you had a few shots in you (courtesy of Reo, of course, who insisted that ladies go first), you were confident enough to laugh at Nagi’s banter with Isagi and quiz Bachira on his famous dribbling technique. 

You were unaware of Rin watching from the sidelines, silently impressed with how you were able to rattle off different positions and warm-up movements from the top of your mind. The group had heard of your affiliation to the Silver Strikers, but they had never seen someone else outside of Blue Lock who was this passionate about the game.

It was safe to hazard a guess that you had gotten their attention. 

Halfway through Chigiri’s story on how he tried to pressure Ego into giving them microfibre towels instead of the standard rough cotton ones so their skin wouldn’t chafe, Rin gripped your hand, standing up and tugging you along.

“Thanks for this, but we have to leave.”

You stole a look at your phone. A quarter to one in the morning. The paparazzi were ready. You half-wished you hadn’t drunk that last beer which sloshed uncomfortably in your belly as you mentally prepared yourself for the next agenda of the night. 

You tugged the hem of your muted dress down, knowing Rin found your bright hues and sparkles distasteful. No matter your pedigree, if you were to be seen with the Itoshi Rin, you had to look the part. 

His palm was clammy in yours, indicative of his true sentiments, though he didn’t look phased at all. You supposed that was his allure; how he never let the little things get to him.

“I’m going to kiss you the moment we step out of this club.” His words shocked you like ice water and you giggled nervously. 

“Oh. Um, okay.”

He didn’t comment on the tremble in your voice or the subtle fear flickering in your eyes. Rin was sure with himself, carrying on an air of nonchalance when he swung the club doors open. As if he had a switch on, his expression warmed and he shifted his body even closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. You took the hint and followed his movement, resting your head on his chest, pretending to stumble in your heels.

“You good, baby?” The nickname left you breathless and you lifted your sparkling eyes to his, inwardly surprised to find them melted like little turquoise pools. He appeared to you differently yet he was the same Rin, that it gave you whiplash to look at him for too long. You settled on another giggle and nodded, upping up your flirtation by brushing your hand along his firm pecs, bubbling with smiles and enthusiasm. 

In the heavy silence of the night where the promise of camera shutters were poised to click, Rin lifted your chin so your eyes could meet his. One second, his perfect face was hovering above yours, and the other, he was kissing you. Softly. Tenderly. The moment was framed perfectly by the rain-swollen clouds above, and a beam of moonlight slicing through the sky. His lips were slightly chapped and warm, moving like a wisping touch across your own. 

You almost sank into the kiss; almost believed this was real. 

Then, the camera clicks descended upon you both like vultures. 

You squeaked, genuinely taken off guard and hiding your face in his chest, his arm instinctively tightening around you.

“Itoshi-san! Itoshi-san! Is that your new girlfriend?” 

“Miss Y/N—how does it feel to date such a huge soccer star?” 

“Itoshi-san, could you tell us how you and Y/N met?” 

Rin scowled, pretending to be the pissed-off boyfriend whose sweet moment was interrupted by those ruthless vultures. Giving you the chance to step in and speak on behalf of the two of you, cooing up at Rin with innocence and scripted candour. 

“My boyfriend is not the open type, but we are very happy together. Thank you.”

He took it as both your cues to leave. The media personnel trailed after the two of you, but luckily, the Range Rover he drove was nearby and Rin easily led you through the crowd with his larger build while you meekly trailed behind him, fingers loosely linked with his.

The reporters continued to pester him for more details, even throwing the upcoming World Cup into his face and his current stats as Japan’s shining promise to bring back the golden medal.

He ignored them, unable to issue a statement without Ego’s consent, and slipped into the driver's seat while you sidled in the passenger one.

The both of you escaped the flashing lights, and you had no doubt the photos of you two were already sent to every tabloid magazine and lifestyle news portal out there. The hub eventually died down in your stirring gut, and for the first time in the evening, you could relax. 

“You did great.”

Your eyes fluttered wide open. A compliment? From Itoshi Rin himself? 

You were sure you were dreaming. 

The night continued with its strange note. Rin was friendlier, opening the door for you and letting you step out of the elevator first. He even offered to make some tea to sober you two up in his signature, nonchalant baritone.

You accepted it, and sat on the edge of the sofa, about to remove your shoes when he spoke up clearly.

“You take the bed. It’s my turn on the sofa.”

Little could be done but to agree with him; your aching back and shoulder muscles protesting for a softer place to lay your head for the night.

Rin set the cup of tea down on the glass table and took his same seat opposite of the couch. He stirred his drink and did not speak, so you tried to fill in the silence.

“Bachira is nice,” you hummed, lifting the cup to your lips. “His dribbling technique is amazing. I think I must’ve watched the replay clip a few times when it came to the Silver Strikers’ attention and I thought—“

“We don’t have to pretend to be friends.”

His curt interruption cut through your train of thought, leaving you visibly gaping with wide eyes trailed on his impassive face. He continued. “I don’t want to make this any harder for myself. Soccer has and always will be my passion. Don’t even think you’re worthy enough to be a distraction.”

You dropped your eyes to the cup in your hand, tightening it. The spoon you held was visibly trembling, but Rin did not notice.

He stood up and turned around, satisfied he had made his point clear when a weighty object crashed into the back of his head. Pain bloomed from where the blunt force had collided with his tender scalp, and he turned around, a look of minute shock on his expression as the metal spoon clattered noisily under the couch.

You set your cup down, unnervingly calm despite how you had blatantly just assaulted one of Japan’s most famous soccer stars.

“Do not speak to me like that, Itoshi.” Your voice was measured and cold, taking him aback. He had always viewed you as an airheaded heiress with no spine beyond the one made out of your father’s money. This woman before him had hard eyes and thinned lips, fuming silently. Each word you spouted next drew him into a reeling disbelief. “I am a soccer heiress. You’re a second grade player who can never measure up to Sae’s greatness. Know your place.”

You stood up, frigid with anger and held your head high when you marched past him. But, a tug on your arm left you sprawling on the sofa, and you opened your mouth, about to tell him off when Rin’s lips crashed into yours.

It took you by complete surprise that you almost thought the alcohol was fogging up your brain with the fake memory of his lips never leaving yours from the club. Far closer to him this time, you could taste the liquor on his tongue, the intoxicating heat of his broad chest pressed to yours driving your thoughts down an incoherent road.

His hooded eyes hid the pretty glint of those teal blue hues which took your breath away when he pulled back, tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your Cupid’s bow. His hot breath puffed against your chin, and you almost flinched when he touched those warm, chapped lips to your throat. You didn’t know what possessed you to lift your palms to his chest, gliding down the smooth material to the hem of his black dress shirt. 

Rin let you tug it free from past the band of his pants, and you deliberately retraced the similar path you made earlier to the first button. You popped it open with shaky fingers, suddenly unable to look him right in the eye; those pretty, long lashes casting shadows onto his angular cheekbones; half-hooded teal eyes rapt on your trembling movements.

You managed to loosen three buttons before he shrugged off your touch and gripped the hem of his shirt to lift it over his head. The sight of his ripped torso stacked with abs, and shaded with varying hues of bruises—some fresh, some faded—made your breath catch in your throat.

Rin still hadn’t spoken a word, and your tongue was caught, too. You didn’t know what was going on in his head, though you supposed your pulse point jumping from your throat was too much of a telltale to this sudden overbearing tension. Your shoulders tensed when he reached out to touch them, gently running his nails down your arms until he reached for your hands.

Like you were both actually lovers, Rin twined his fingers with yours and brought them to his chest, where your palms splayed flat across his pecs, feeling his heartbeat and body heat bleed through your quivering touch. 

“Know my place?” You almost did not hear his soft words; how they parroted back your unexpected insolence. 

The world tilted for a second and you were flat on your back. This time, Rin hovered over you, handsome face inscrutable, his eyes not giving a tell of his true feelings; emotions fiercely hidden behind the stronghold of his aloofness. 

“And since when was it your right to determine that I am beneath you?” 

Forcing your thick tongue to move, you met his stare head on. “You look down on me. You think you’re better than me when it's so obvious your entire existence is hellbent on competing with Sae. I’m here to tell you that you’re—” your voice started to shake when his palm glided up your waist, resting dangerously underneath the swell of your heaving tit. You shook your head to force coherence back into your thoughts. “—you’re wrong. We’re in this shit together. At least treat me like a teammate if you can’t see me as a friend.”

Rin dipped his head closer, lips almost touching yours, and you couldn’t help it. Your eyes fluttered close, waiting for his kiss, waiting for his acceptance of your olive branch. But, the truce never came.

He leaned back, depriving you of his warmth. The anger bubbled upwards like a fog of poisonous gas and Rin’s sneer was downright terrifying if your brain was not fogged up with repressed lust. With a hungering which would prove to be your downfall. 

“Don’t—” Rin gripped your hips tightly, making you squeak. “—ever mention that name in front of me.”

Either you were incredibly or incredibly stupid to continue on with this topic. “You think you’re inferior to him,” you breathed out. “I don’t know what happened between you and Sae, but I can see it’s still hurting you. I heard the rumours so tell me,” you urged. “What did he do to you?” 

Rin did not reply; he wrenched his hot stare from your face and turned his glare to a point on your shoulder. You dared to touch his cheek, trying to get him to look at you. 

Who did you think you were? 

Just because he graced you with his presence did not mean you had the right to psychoanalyse him. He did not exist to be scrutinised by some girl with a saviour’s complex. 

Your unwavering stare remained on his blank expression, and with those devastating doe eyes, he almost gave in. Almost unburdened the decade-long grudge he held towards his older brother onto your unsuspecting shoulders. No distractions. Rin reminded himself at the last minute before his tongue could relinquish the truth. You are not a second-rate player compared to Sae. Don’t fall for her jabs.

“You are such an unnecessary presence,” he continued in his placid tone. “It annoys me.”

Your brows knitted together, lips parted to spout another virulent jab when he stopped you with the first line of surrender.

“Fine. We can be friends. But, don’t expect anything else.”

You had never realised how heavy his body was until he stood up and shrugged his shirt back on, the sudden absence of a smothering weight pinning you to the couch dissipating. Your foggy mind noticed a second too late that your dress was hitched up to your thighs and you quickly tugged it down, turning your warm cheeks away from his inscrutable expression.

“Trust me,” you managed to say after you found your voice. “I want nothing else to do with you after this deal ends.”

You would have expected to penetrate his thick shell; that perhaps Itoshi Rin would finally give you a peek of the soft underbelly he held tightly to his defences. Not as a measure that you were different from the other people who attempted the same thing. But, to prove he had a heart. That he was human.

Sadly, Rin would keep on disappointing you. 

“Fine by me.” He ran a hand through his hair, musing the glossy dark locks even further; those pretty eyes were hard as sapphires, boring down onto your prone form.

“I wanted nothing to do with you from the very start.”

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ISAGI YOICHI  X  FEM READER  X  ITOSHI RIN

  ↬   you’re careful to never sleep with your pro-footballer boyfriends at the same time; but, all that changes when rin comes home unexpectedly early…

cw: established poly relationship; porn with a tiny plot; more warnings on each chapter!

All characters are +21. Minors don’t interact.

notes: my tumblr writing swan song; named after tanerelle’s “good good”

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chapter 1 - coming soon

falling in love with rin itoshi is literally like a cigarette after sex song

maid cafe | rin itoshi x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k

content: no manga spoilers, fluff(ish,) this is kinda just goofy tbh, not to mention probs ooc rin since this is my first time writing for him 😔

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convincing rin itoshi to do something he didn’t like was difficult. most people don’t do things they dislike, but some give in if they haven’t ever had the experience. however, he would absolutely not be caught walking into this place.

“rin,” you whined, “the food looks good and isn’t a bad price! can we please go?”

he refused, “absolutely not. i’m not going in there. if you want to go, go in by yourself.”

a pout formed on your face at his rejection, “aw, you're no fun.”

you poked at him before your eyes landed on the sign outside the cafe. as cute as it was, the only reason your boyfriend refused to go inside was because of how it was a maid cafe. if his teammates had ever caught him, he was sure he’d never hear the end of it.

the thought of it being a maid cafe bothered you a bit, but it was almost nothing compared to rin’s worry. you simply wanted the food, so who was serving it didn’t matter.

“but if you really don’t want to go,” you sigh, “then fine. i’ll come back in 30 minutes tops. bye bye~”

not looking back, you skipped into the maid cafe. you took a seat in the corner of the cafe, telling them you’d be ordering for two with a smile. a couple of minutes had passed when the bell attached to the entrance door jingled. you didn’t need to look up at who sat in the seat next to you to know who it was.

“you’re lucky that you’re adorable,” rin mumbled with the tips of his ears turning pink.

with a proud smile, you giggle, “that i am. so much for not getting caught in here, huh.”

“well i wasn’t going to leave you to eat here by yourself,” your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “i wasn’t going to let anyone have the chance to approach you either.”

“are you talking about the waitresses or the customers?”

“both.”

after ordering and receiving your food, you were quick to dig in. rin slowly ate his egg omelette, staring at the “i love rin-chan ♡” written in ketchup. he knew that letting you tell the waitress what to write was another bad idea.

“what’s so wrong about it?” you playfully smile at him.

he glanced at you, “she loudly gushed at me and told us how cute we were. not to mention, she called me out on...”

“on the fact you were blushing,” you lean closer to him, finishing his sentence. he furrowed his brows, but you only continued to grin at him. “come on, we’re a couple, aren’t we? i see nothing wrong with her gushing about it.”

“that’s because you love the attention.”

“… you’re not wrong.”

a few moments passed, silence ensuing between the two of you. the ends of your lips slowly turned straight as rin began to lean towards you. thinking he was going in for a kiss right there, which surprised you, you shut your eyes.

but your face scrunched up when you felt yourself kiss the fabric of his shirt. your eyes shot open to see him holding your phone, unlocking it as if it were his own.

“hey!” you whined with a frown. “you are such a tease, rin. you’d rather look at my phone than give me a kiss…”

he tapped a few things on your phone, “you thought i was leaning in for a kiss when i was getting your phone.”

you stared at him, but he didn’t bother to look back. once he finished whatever he was doing, he set down your phone.

“why did you need my phone anyway?” you asked.

rin answered, “i was deleting the picture.”

it took a moment, but you realized that rin had deleted the picture you took of him when the waitress was complimenting the two of you as a couple. you quickly grabbed your phone to see if it was true. to your horror, it was.

“you… you deleted it,” your jaw dramatically dropped. “i would’ve kept it to myself if you asked, you know. i’m sure your friends wouldn’t know you coming here if i didn’t post it.”

“but you were going to post it.”

“…you’re not wrong, again.”

the two of you eventually finished your meals, leaving with stomachs that were fuller compared to when you entered. rin was glad that the two of you were finally leaving to go to an ice cream shop. however, that relief was short-lived when you almost bumped into someone at the door.

“oh, i’m sor- bachira?”

you stared into the eyes of rin’s friend, looking behind him to see even more of them. all of them were equally surprised as you were to bump into each other. you looked at all of their faces before the realization hit both you and them.

“rin… you go to maid cafes?”

note: hoping i did rin well enough, ty for the request anon!! (sorry for the lateness like always). after I got the two quotes in, I had no clue where the drabble was heading so here we are 😭😭

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“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞”

-> comforting your boyfriend after he stared a little too hard in the mirror (978 words)

I read in rin’s “day in a life” that he hates his face because it resembles his brother’s and ran with it :>

Reverse comfort, insecurities (rin), sae is shit talked here what a shocker, cursing, abandonment issues, implied artist reader, itoshi rin needs a hug

“I hate them.”

“I think they’re pretty, Rin.”

The Itoshi brothers hardly bared any resemblance to each other when it came to looks. The elder, Sae, had red hair on the messier side, with slicked back bangs and a slim build. The younger, Rin, had dark flat hair, bangs kept down and a slim build with more prominent muscles.

The one feature they had in common? Their eyes. Bright blue eyes with prominent under lashes.

Rin hated his eyes.

“They look just like his, don’t you see?” Rin grumbled as he walked away from the full length mirror in the room’s corner.

“All I see are my boyfriend’s pretty eyes, no one else’s.” You countered. Rin merely rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you only saw his eyes, it was that he couldn’t see them as his.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only see his eyes as Sae’s eyes. He was the older brother, so they were his first.

It was just another trait that tied him to Sae, that’s all they’ve been since the night of their argument.

“Come on Rin, talk to me. You know I’ll always listen.” You patted the spot next to you on the mattress. Usually, Rin would be doing yoga by now. But tonight was different, he couldn’t concentrate on it.

He pondered for a moment. Averting his eyes from the rolled up yoga mat, to you, back to the yoga mat, and to you, again. He wasn’t thinking, he was only seeing. And what he saw were two very different distractions from the aching feeling in his chest.

One would train his body and mind, but it’d only fill his thoughts with getting better at soccer- being better than his brother. Someone he wanted to forget about more than anything right now.

And the other would put his mind at ease- his soul at ease.

It wasn’t a competition to begin with.

You noticed the way Rin’s face softened, shoulders dropping when his eyes met yours again. “There there… you can come here and relax now, Rinnie.”

He crawled into the spot next to you before turning over to face you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled, but that was the last thing you cared about right now.

“I wish he never left for Spain-“ his voice cracks. “things would be better. Everything would be better, easier.” You feel his jaw clench and tremble, he sharply inhaled.

“It’s okay to cry… I won’t judge or tell anyone.” Your words were all he needed to let go. Before either of you knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face, landing against your skin.

"Even if I beat him, would he still acknowledge me?" His voice cracked again, your heart cracking along with it. But you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Itoshi Rin hated showing any signs of weakness. He hated being vulnerable.

For him to be breaking down in front of you? It took all the trust and faith in you he had. You both knew that. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him feel guilty for letting everything he bottled up out.

But you did want him to feel the care you had for him.

"If your brother won't acknowledge you even after you prove how much more skilled you are than him, then at that point... it's on him." Rin's eyes looked up at yours, checking your features to tell how sincere you were being. "It's on him for missing out on having such a talented younger brother." You concluded.

"I want things to go back to the way they were... and I wanna be able to look into the mirror without hating everything about my face." The last part shocked you a bit. You always knew Rin was insecure about his face, but he'd only ever talk about hating his eyes the most. To hear him admit he hates his entire face...

"Rin, Look at me."

"Huh?"

"Look at me."

Rin lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking you dead in the eyes. "Looking..."

You cupped his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his tears to wipe them away. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks at the intimacy, but he didn't mind. Not this time, at least. He lifted his hand up to lay atop yours over his cheek.

He worried if he let go, the moment would end, and you'd be gone.

"I think of your face whenever I'm sketching, painting, anything. You're my muse, Rin. I don't see beauty in any of my art without you as my inspiration." Your tone was sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he's used to when speaking to anyone.

"Your jawline is perfect... just like your nose, lips, everything." You traced a thumb over his lips, never letting go of his face. "And your eyes... your eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever seen in my life. And your eyelashes are just so pretty."

By now, tears were spilling out the corner of Rin's eyes again. Never in his whole life has he felt so... loved. And just like before, you wiped his tears away with a soft smile on your face.

"I... I love you. I love you so much." He choked out.

"I love you even more, Rinnie."You giggled.

"I still think I love you more, though."

"Alright, we aren't doing this tonight. You know I love you more."

Rin smiled. The sight of him smiling was enough to make your face break out into a grin. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your torso as he found comfort in the crook of your neck once again.

That night he fell asleep happy with himself for skipping his nightly workout.

HOLDING MYSELF BACK FROM GIGGLING AND FEET KICKING BECAUSE I WAS READING THE FANFICS I REBLOGGED

to those who are wondering whether i'm alive or nah; I AM!! so many things happened (i picked up cosplaying for fun and i'm in college rn) yes i still enjoy watching my silly little animes and no i don't think it's a phase sadly. ngl i wish i'd write more fanfics ugh i don't have the inspiration anymore :(( but to those who are still reading my old fics or to those who had just discovered my blog, hearts to yall frs 🦭💘💘 thank you sm for reading them (eventho i find some of them cringe but being delulu is the only solulu)

RARE VISIT | itoshi rin.

➾ in which he wants to be something more, even if it means breaking out of his character

wordcount: 1.4k+ | genre: fluff, suggestive | pairing: rin x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: mild violence (if you squint), things got a little heated up, swearings | others: can we be more than friends??? trope, reader is older than rin, she/her pronouns used for reader.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. happy birthday to our resident emo boy!

Rin [11:27 PM]: May I come over?

You blink at the text message before rubbing your eyes in case you misread the message and the sender. Brows furrowing, you begin to mull. Strange… Is tomorrow, perhaps… The end of the world?

Rin [11:28 PM]: Please…?

Maybe you should order your favourite dumplings as well, just in case, if indeed, the world is coming to an end.

You [11:29 PM]: Sure… Have u eaten anything yet? I can order us a late-night snack.

Rin [11:29 PM]: What do you want to eat?

You [11:29 PM]: Dumplings!

Rin [11:30 PM]: Ok. I’ll buy that on the way. Wait for me.

Since when does that stoic boy know how to say those things? You swear you don’t hear any of those lines being spoken aside in sappy dramas.

It takes another hour before your doorbell rings. Opening the door, Rin stands with one hand carrying your favourite food. You catch the troubled look on his face before it melts into nothing but something else when his teal eyes meet yours.

“Ah, what a handsome delivery boy we have here,” you tease as he rolls his eyes, a smile still on his face. After shutting the door behind him, you make a beeline towards the kitchen and unpack the paper bag Rin brought.

As you’re about to open the sauce packets, a pair of arms wrap themselves around you, drawing you into an embrace. Rin snuggles his head into the crook of your neck when you ask, “Do you think the world is ending tomorrow?”

Surprised at your sudden question, he lifts up his head, brows furrowing in confusion. His expression clearly says, What the fuck?

You turn to face him. “Look, you never ask to come here. It’s either I invite you or you don’t come at all.”

Pink dusts his cheeks as his teal gaze shifts away. Rin mutters, “It’s nothing. I just wanted to see you.”

You blink and gape. Itoshi Rin is being… Honest with his feelings??? Something’s not clicking—

“You’re… Okay, let me ask you something. What was the first thing I said to you when we first met?”

He turns his gaze to you again. “You threatened to pluck all my bottom lashes if I don’t cooperate.”

Ah. Hard facts.

“Oh, it’s you…” You sigh in relief, reaching up and patting his head (which you can barely do). “I thought you were replaced by a doppelgänger or an alien.”

He grabs your hand on his head and interlaces your fingers together. “Where the hell did you even get that idea?”

“Hey, it’s a possibility. You can be possessed by a ghost too. So, I’d have to check. I don’t know if they could perform urgent exorcism around here—” He pokes your stomach, earning a yelp from you. “What’s that for?!”

“To snap you back into reality from all those bullshit in your head. And come to think of it, that wasn’t a nice way to introduce yourself to someone you first met…”

“Huh? You literally glared at me when I first approached you. I could tell that if I greet you normally, you would just tell me to get lost. Unlike Yoichi-kun who welcomed me with a pleasant smile.”

Rin’s eye twitches at the mention of his friend, no, ex-teammates’ name. And he’s about to deny when you continue, “But at least my threat made you cooperate with me, and lo and behold—“ you throw your hands on his shoulders. “—here you are, in my arms. Aren’t you grateful?”

Rin pouts almost petulantly and lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter. “Do you still like me?”

The sudden change of subject throws you in for a loop, but you still answer him. “Yeah, I like you, Rin-chan.”

He seems preoccupied suddenly, mulling over something before he lets out, “Like… Like me…?”

You chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like like you, Rin.”

Sighing in relief, his arms around you tighten as he snuggles his head back onto the crook of your neck. Despite his calm and stoic exterior, little do you know his turbulent mind has finally grown calmer by the second he’s close to you.

Earlier during practice, Ryusei Shidou was there and being his usually pesky self. Rin had decided to ignore the insect and focus on training when that damned five-minute break happened.

“Who’s that chick that’s been going around the arena?” Insect questioned.

“Huh? Y/N-san?” Zantetsu dumbly answered, giving away your name to the insect.

“Her name’s Y/N?” Shidou whistled. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“She’s been doing research on soccer equipments and gears,” Zantetsu dumbly continued to explain.

“Oh? Has anyone scored her yet?” Shidou grinned.

And hell broke loose on the field after the break.

Rin scored aggressively and won two yellow cards for tripping and shoving the insect. But he’d worn that proudly if it meant to keep the insect away from you.

“Rin?” You stare at him questioningly. “What’s on your mind?”

His clutch on your hips tightens as he leans to your ear, “Can I mark you?”

Surprised at his request, you push him away in embarrassment. “W-What’s gotten into you?”

Rin closes the distance between you again. “Please?”

You pull away to widen the distance between the two of you. “Rin… We’re not… In a relationship, you know that.”

“Then let’s be in one…” He whispers, still not letting go. “I know you have your reasons but will you let me prove how good we are together?”

He lets you think for a while, eyes training on his chest or his heart, and Rin swears you can burn a hole through him with your concentration.

His heart starts pounding against his chest as he, too, feels the nerves at the possibility of you rejecting him.

“One month…” you mutter. “it’s a probationary period… That or none at all.”

Rin nods, satisfied. “I’ll take it. Can I kiss you?”

You place a pointer finger on his lips. “Something tells me something happened during practice earlier?”

Rin grunts. “I don’t want to think about it.”

“You got two yellow cards for one game, Rin-chan.” You push his bangs away. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

He shakes his head again, embarrassed at how he lost it when it comes to you.

You pinch his chin and peck his lips. “Now will you tell me?”

Rin blinks before shaking his head again.

“Fine then, if I kiss you properly will you tell me?”

He ponders for a while. “Kiss me first. We’ll see next.”

You playfully roll your eyes before sealing his lips with yours. Rin sighs into the kiss, leaning forward to press his whole body against yours (if that’s even possible). Your fingers play with the hair on his nape while keeping him close to you.

Pulling away a bit, Rin hisses as if he’s in pain (he’s not, he’s just losing it). “Fuck…” Then, without another word, he cups your jaw and places his lips on yours again, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip. You easily give him entrance as your hand fists his shirt.

Gradually, Rin moves to litter kisses across your jaw and to your exposed shoulder from your oversized shirt slipping. He kisses everywhere he can. When he reaches a certain spot on your neck, he freezes.

You clamp your mouth in embarrassment.

“Again.” Rin demands. “I want hear you again.”

He noses your neck and kisses the spot below your ear before trailing lower until he draws out pretty moans from you.

“A-Ah…” you breathe out, tilting your head as he stops on one spot near the shoulder to nibble on your skin till a purple flower blooms.

Rin pants heavily as he resists the urge to go further when you thread your fingers through his hair while his forehead leans on your marked shoulder.

“That insect will never go near you,” Rin states when his mind clears.

“Insect?”

“Mmm… Insect,” Rin looks at you in the eye. “Feel free to swat him away if he comes close to you.”

“Ah, so someone has been asking about me?” You grin, putting the pieces together. “Is that what got you all worked up?” Your hands rub his back tenderly.

“S-shut up,” he pouts, nuzzling his face on your shoulder. “I’m your boyfriend now.”

“Intern boyfriend,” you clarify. “We’ll see how things go first.”

“Yeah, I’m your boyfriend…”

You sigh with a smile before your gaze falls on your dumplings. “I guess it’s not the end of the world…”

Rin (who is still clinging to you) snorts. “What gave you that idea in the first place?”

“Oh, I don’t know…. Someone who claimed himself to never seek affection and all, suddenly came to my house.”

Rin hums in amusement. “It’s someone’s fault anyway.”

“How am I too blame?”

“You’re too pretty.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, resisting the urge to flick him on the forehead. “And your damn lines too. Are you watching a romantic horror film or something?”

“Nope. Just voicing out my thoughts.”

You squish his cheeks. “Okay, baby. Now, will you let me eat my dumplings?”

Rin’s eyes brighten at the mention of the pet name from you. “Will you call me that again?”

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hii! i’m trying to get my writing spark back 😭🙏🏻 pls bare with me i really wanna write again :(

“rinnie, rinnie! i passed my computer test!”

you squealed excitedly as you waved your results in his face.

“what’s this computer test about about again..?” rin mumbled, his eyes scanned through the sheet of paper.

“for my driver’s license! that way you don’t have to drive me around anymore!” you said proudly, puffing out your chest.

rin gave you a small smile but frowned right after as he realized that he can’t drive you around as his passenger princess anymore.

you of course were quick enough to noticed his sudden change in demenour. flicking his forehead gently, you asked:

“something wrong?”

“nothing..”

“tell me.”

rin huffed slightly, brushing out his bangs from his eyes. he took a quick glance at you, taking in how adorable you were in your outfit today.

“since you’re gonna be able to drive soon, guess you won’t be my passenger princess anymore.” he said quietly as he looks away, avoiding your gaze.

you exploded with laughter. rin wasn’t the type to be really showing off his emotions but hearing what he confessed, you couldn’t help but chuckle. his cheeks felt hot at you laughing as he flicks your forehead with a grumble.

“shut up or i won’t drive you home.” he walked away and entered the driver’s seat of his car as you hurriedly sat on passenger’s seat, still laughing over his poutyness.

them meeting your parents on (insert any festivities that you celebrate) ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙

characters: isagi yoichi , bachira meguru, mikage reo, itoshi rin. no warnings, entirely pure fluff! <3

— isagi yoichi

stumbles over the door as he profusely apologises for his clumsiness to your father while shaking his hands and keeps bowing at your mother. you have to keep reassuring him that your parents loves him and wouldn’t bite him at all.

your father loves soccer so him and yoichi got along in no time at all and he is also really nice and sweet to your mother. by the end of lunch, he helps your mother and you clean the table and wash the dishes together. you are sure that by the end of the day, your parents would want him to come over for more lunches together again.

— bachira meguru

“i’m so honoured to finally meet you!” he exclaims excitedly as he shook hands with your father, leaving the old man flabbergast by his enthusiasm.

throughout the whole lunch, meguru keeps yapping about all the stuff you guys did together before you guys became a couple and all. your mother whispered to you about something how she likes meguru already and that he can come over for lunch anytime as well. same as yoichi, meguru is a big help when lunch was over, helping with the dishes and cleaning the table as well.

— mikage reo

tons- and i mean tons of gifts for your parents. he even bought a big hamper for them 😭. the day before, you told him that it was no need for him to so but he insisted anyways. your parents were astonished at the gifts as your mother saw that one dior handbag she has always wanted and that one romano prestige cologne for your father.

reo proudly hands them the gifts as he tells them how much he adores your parents for bringing you into this world which made you hit his arm to make him stop talking (and to make him stop making you feel flustered by his words).

— itoshi rin

he may seem nonchalant on the outside but boy he was panicking inside. he tries not to show it but his shaky hands when shaking your father’s hands says it all. your mother notices his behaviour of course as she tells him that she was thankful of how he’s always there for you (this made rin tense out of pride and also a bit of embarassment) as he nods in response. he doesn’t talk much but did answered all the questions your parents shot at him.

your father has his doubts of course but when he accidently overhears him telling you to give gifts that he bought for your parents (because he was too shy to do so) made your father changed his perspectives of him almost immediately.

SRYY I DIDN'T NOTICE THE REQUEST FOR PJSK IS CLOSEDD 🙏🏻 BUT WHAT FOR BLLK? THE SAME CONCEPT BUT W ISAGI,ITOSHIS SIBLINGS?

☆~Isagi, Rin, and Reo with an s/o that doesn't realize they're clingy

wabatle nonsense:

DW ABOUT IT IT’S FINE♪

I CAN’T WRITE FOR SAE YET BC I HAVEN’T GOTTEN A CHANCE TO READ THE MANGA YET; HE’S HOT THOUGH 💪🤑

I LOVE RIN BUT HE’S NOT ON MY LIST OF CHARACTERS I’LL WRITE FOR SO THIS IS MY FIRST RIN FIC AND DEBUT AS A RIN WRITER😍

warnings: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnone~♪

☆~Isagi Yoichi

He doesn’t really mind in the long run, as he just sees your clinginess as a sign that you love him

So, when you unconsciously grab his hand, he unconsciously wraps his fingers around yours

He doesn't mind when you drag him around, completely unknowingly, but sometimes he will have to point it out if he's literally tripping and falling on his face (/j)

When he finally got around to asking you if you were clingy or felt like you needed to be touching him at all times, you brushed it off and were confused

He might tease you lightly from time to time about your clinginess, but if it starts getting to you he'll stop

☆~Itoshi Rin

Oh my. Good luck.

You will never hear the end of it. Although he does like your clinginess sometimes, he'll never admit it and will never let you do that in public

When you brush your hand against his unconsciously, he might grab your hand after a few seconds (keyword might)

You have to be the one to initiate the closeness. Always. You’ll probably never catch him being the one to start it

Oh, when he asked you why you were so clingy and you answered with, “I am? I didn’t really think so,” he was like “what do you mean you didn’t think so” and continue to throw incriminating evidence that you are indeed clingy at you

☆~Reo Mikage

Literally does not mind at all, and he’d probably try to be just as affectionate back

If you’re unconsciously grabbing his hand, he’ll gladly play along and let you drag him wherever you feel like going

If you jump up and ruffle his hair, he’ll do the same back to you (I cannot stress it enough, he loves it when you play with his hair)

He thinks all of your clingy actions are just adorable and fully embraces them whenever he can

When he finally decided to ask you if you were clingy and you said you didn’t realize up until now, he’ll tease you about being clingy while clinging onto you. Yeah, he’s not really one to talk, is he?

cute scenarios that happened in your relationship before featuring: Reo, Bachira, Rin warnings: reader is prob implied fem a/n: idk i just wanted to write these specific three. i just love them. lmk if I should do a part two with more characters!

Reo Mikage: Teaching you how to slow dance.

“Baby,” He called you, gently placing his hand on your cheek. “I'm bored.”

“Then what do you want to do?” You asked.

“I don't know.” He sighed, flopping down on the bed. He hummed. “Do you know how to slow dance?”

“Huh?”

“Slow dancing. Like what they do in movies?”

“Oh, that? I don't know how to do that, no.”

“Can I teach you?”

“If you want.”

Reo pulled you up off of the bed.

“Now, you put your hand here,” He took your hand and put it on his shoulder. “and then we hold hands here…” He put his one free hand on your waist. “And then this hand goes here.”

“Am I doing it right?” You asked nervously.

“You’re doing it perfectly, love.” He responded. “Now, do you know what steps to take?”

“…No.”

He chuckled. “Then I'll show you.”

Slowly, but surely, you were able to learn how to slow dance, with the help of Reo.

“Then, just like this?” You asked.

“Exactly like that!” He assured you. “You’re good at this, (name)!”

You looked so cute. He loved it. He loves teaching you these types of things, and you love being taught them because Reo gets so excited to be able to teach you these things.

Meguru Bachira: Painting together.

“Oh wow, babe! That looks really pretty!” Bachira told you, patting your back.

“Really? I don’t think it’s that good.”

“No, it is! It’s pretty! I’ll frame it and hang it up once it’s dry!” He said, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you, babe!” You thanked him happily, your heightened confidence allowing you to be more risky with your paint job.

“Hmm… What color should I use next, baby?” Bachira asked you.

“Um, I think yellow would look good there.” You replied.

“Ah, you’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?” As he painted the yellow on the canvas, you noticed some of the paint splattered onto his cheek. Of course, you both had paint on you, as you had been painting for a little while now.

“Meguru, you have paint on your face.”

“Huh?” He tried to rub the paint off of his face, but he ended up smearing more paint on his cheek.

“No, you just rubbed more on!” You giggled. You set your paintbrush down and took his hand. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

“Ah, you have paint on your face too, baby!” He announced, starting to giggle himself.

“What? No way!”

Once you made it to the bathroom, Bachira poked your cheek. “See? There’s paint. Right there!”

Then, you both took turns wiping the paint off of the other’s face for almost ten minutes.

Rin Itoshi: Needs your cuddles at the end of a rough day.

“Welcome home, Rin.” You greeted Rin in a kind voice as he walked through the door. You had been working on making dinner, and it smelled amazing.

Rin let out a loud sigh and wrapped his arms around your waist. “The food smells good.”

You continued to season the raw chicken in front of you, staying unfazed by the man clinging to your waist. “How was your day?”

“Better now that I’m home.”

“Well, we’ll have some time before I have to get the chicken out of the oven.” You said, placing the tray into the oven. You set the timer and let Rin lead you to the couch.

You sat down and Rin plopped his head on your shoulder. He sighed again.

“You alright, baby?” You asked him.

“I’m tired.” He pulled you closer. “I’m so tired.”

“Yeah, well, now you’re home and can relax.” You put a hand on his head.

“I missed you today,” He breathed.

“I missed you too.”

By the time the oven timer went off, Rin was asleep on your shoulder. Obviously you didn’t want to wake him up. But you also didn’t want to ruin the dinner you had worked hard to prepare for him.

“Rin,” You whispered. “I need to get up.”

He reluctantly moved, but you could see the tiredness on his face.

“You owe me now,” He called to you.

Blue Lock boys when you're on your period featuring: Reo, Rin, Bachira, Nagi can be read as either afab!reader or fem!reader warnings: everything that comes with having a period (obviously) like blood, pads/tampons, cramps, etc a/n: I'm on my period as I write this and it fucking sucks. lmk if you want a pt2 with more characters!

☆彡Reo Mikage

As soon as he figured out you got your period, he was all over you

Constantly asking if you were okay, if you needed anything, if you wanted to go home if you were out

Gets you the most high quality and expensive products 💀

Does so much research on what it is and how to take care of you

Genuinely will skip practice or important work (or other stuff he does) to stay with you

If you have bad cramps, he's insisting you stay home and in bed and he'll dedicate himself to taking care of you

Weirdly good at discrete spot checking. If you think you bled through your pants, he's got you.

He's especially careful to not hurt you because he knows you can get upset easily, and he might laugh a little bit if you're crying over something miniscule

You came out of the bathroom, a sickly expression on your face.

“Is it that time of the month?” Reo asked nervously.

“Yeah, that would explain why I felt so sick yesterday.” You mumbled.

“Here, come here,” he said, allowing you to crash into his arms, “I'll take care of you, baby.”

“Huuuh…” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“You okay, baby? Need any ibuprofen?”

“Yeah, probably…”

“Okay.” He kissed your head. “I'll go get some. I can also get your heating pad if you want it?”

“Yeah, thanks…”

“‘Course! I told you I would take care of you, babe. Now, go lay down. I'll be back in a sec.” He kissed your head.

☆彡Rin Itoshi

Also all over you, but in an indirect way

You're constantly on his mind, he's worried about you

As worried as he is about you, he would still choose to go to practice, but he'll stop somewhere on the way home to get you something, and he'll come home if you need him urgently

He buys you literally everything you need, pads, tampons, you name it, he'll go out and buy it

He doesn't change his behavior when you're on your period, but he does take notice to your intense reactions, like that time you starting sobbing hysterically after he told you practice was stressful and just wanted to go to bed (didn't have time for you)

He keeps a little “period emergency kit” with him at all times 🥺 he needs to make sure he can give you what you need just in case you're out in public and you need something

You and Rin were out to dinner and you had gotten your period the morning before.

“Ughh…” You mumbled, clutching your stomach.

“Cramps?” Rin asked quietly, as not to embarrass you.

“Yeah…”

“Here,” he said, pulling a heat pack out of the kit in his pocket, “go to the bathroom and put this on.”

“Rin…” You smiled, “Thanks, baby.” You took the pack and went to the bathroom.

When you got back, your food had already arrived.

“How is it? Do you feel better?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“If you need anything else, let me know.” He added, leaning across the table to kiss your head.

☆彡Meguru Bachira

Another who's all over you… literally

He's really really worried when he sees you crying on the bed because of cramps, but he really doesn't know what a period is or what it does to you

Brings you tons and tons of snacks because he really doesn't know how to help you

If you don't stay over at his house, he's texting you all day. In the morning, before you go to bed, he's just making sure you're not dead!

Steals his mom's period supplies to give to you. It might not be the exact brands you like, but you appreciate the thought

Skips practice for you with the excuse that “it's that time of the month and you really need his help” but you're actually lying on the couch with a heating pad watching a movie

Bachira burst through the front door, carrying tons of snacks. “Hi baby!”

“Woah, you're home early. Welcome home!” You smiled from your spot on the couch.

“Thanks! I brought you tons of snacks!” He dropped the snacks on the table and plopped down on the couch, snuggling close to you. “I got out of practice thanks to your period!”

You giggled. “Don't thank it yet. I'll probably cry about it later.”

“Don't worry! I'll take care of you!” He said.

“Thank you, baby.” You kissed his cheek, making him giggle and kiss your lips back.

He got up and grabbed some snacks. “Let's watch a movie!”

“Ah, shouldn't we have dinner first?”

“Noo, you're on your period! I have to treat you well today!”

“And that means skipping dinner?”

“Do you want to skip dinner?”

“No, not really…”

“Then let's order takeout! What do you feel like having?”

☆彡Seishiro Nagi

Sooo tired, but he'll put up with you (he loves you so much)

He’ll hold you sooo tight while you're cuddling, and he'll keep playing his game

He tells you to relax in his arms and make sure you took your meds, and he'll want you to fall asleep while he plays his games

In his eyes, it just means he has to take care of you instead of the other way around, so he'll do the least he can do

Another one who would 100% use you as an excuse to get out of practice

Literally has a small bucket of pads, tampons, and other “period stuff” on a shelf so he can just grab it without getting up

If he notices you're more emotional as usual, he'll be like, “are you about to get your period?”

and then he'll mentally prepare himself for it

You had just dropped your water bottle, causing it to open and spill everywhere. You were crying.

“Don't worry about it, angel.” Nagi assured you, grabbing a paper towel to mop it up.

“I–I’m sorry… I–I didn't mean to…” You mustered through sniffles.

“Don't cry, baby.” He pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. “I took care of it.”

You put your forehead on his chest, and he could feel your tears staining his shirt.

“Come on, angel. Let's go back to bed.”

“But it's 3:00 pm?”

“Doesn't matter. You need to take more meds anyway. It's been 6 hours.”

“Okay…”

He kissed your head. “Don't cry. It's a hassle.”

You playfully nudged him, already feeling better. “Well, you're my boyfriend, so you're obligated to take care of me.”

“Says who?” He asks, plopping down on the bed.

“Says me!” You giggled, plopping down next to him.”

He pulled you closer and pulled out his Switch.

.ೃ࿐ Blue Lock boys and their love language .ೃ࿐Featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Sae .ೃ࿐Warnings: Reader is implied fem in Chigiri's part, other than that gn!reader, this is my first time writing for Sae, so I'm very sorry if he's ooc! .ೃ࿐A/N: I did a little bit of research to figure all of the love languages out, and I’m really proud of the result! Keep in mind that all of them, although they may share a love language, can each interpret and display them in their own, unique ways <3 .ೃ࿐Taglist: @stellas-starry-stories13 (chigiri) @mariaace (everyone) <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Yoichi Isagi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Words of affirmation, acts of service, quality timeׂ

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Isagi will 100% make sure you feel secure and comfortable in your relationship. He always makes sure to tell you anything he thinks you need to hear and will talk to you if you have any problems.

ׂ╰┈➤Acts of Service

Though it may not be much, Isagi tries to do whatever he can to take a load off your shoulders. Got a long to-do list? Isagi will check off as many things as he can for you.

ׂ╰┈➤Quality time

Isagi would try to make as much time for you as possible. He wants to be around you and enjoys your presence, so why wouldn’t he want to spend time with you?

-ˏˋ⋆ Meguru Bachira ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time

╰┈➤Physical touch

Bachira is very touchy. He will cling onto you and won’t let go, as well as accompany you everywhere. If there’s one way Bachira thinks he can prove his love for you, it’s with cuddles and attention.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

If Bachira catches even the smallest signs of insecurity from you, he’s all over you, telling you how much he loves you, how amazing he thinks you are, literally everything he can think of to punch that insecurity out of you.

╰┈➤Quality time

Ditches practice for you. That’s it, that’s the whole thing. Okay, in all seriousness, Bachira wants to spend every second of every day with you. He’s like a puppy.

-ˏˋ⋆ Hyoma Chigiri ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gift giving, quality time

╰┈➤Gift giving

Chigiri definitely loves to take care of your hair together, so he would gift you shampoo or conditioner, or some kind of hair care product. He would also give you hair ties or hair accessories.

╰┈➤Quality time

Chigiri loves to spend time with you. He doesn’t really care how, whether it’s sitting at home on the couch gossiping, or walking around town together, stopping at random shops. (Hence the gift giving.)

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gift giving, physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service/all 5

╰┈➤Gift giving

It’s no secret that Reo is insanely rich. Which, for you, means you get practically everything, whether you asked for it or not. If you look at something for just a second longer, Reo’s card is already out, and you’re already exiting the store with a bag in hand.

╰┈➤Physical touch

Reo is also a clingy guy. He loves to be around you and cuddle with you, or simply follow you everywhere, like a lost puppy. It can get overwhelming at times, but he’ll stop if he feels he’s smothering you.

╰┈➤Quality time

Being clingy, that also means he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. He loves to take you out, whether to fancy restaurants or to luxury stores, or even traveling together. Whatever it is, he wants to do it with you.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

If you feel insecure or some kind of negative emotion, he himself gets very insecure. So, in order to fix that, he assures you how much he loves you, and as you start feeling better, his own insecurities subside. He worries that he’s the one causing you problems, so you’ll have to assure him he’s not.

╰┈➤Acts of service

Reo would hate to see you stressed about anything, whether it’s something big or not. So, he’ll gladly take some, or even all, of the responsibility. I would imagine that sometimes you have to tell him you don’t need his help because he’s so insistent.

-ˏˋ⋆Seishiro Nagi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Physical touch, quality time

╰┈➤Physical touch

Cuddles. So much cuddling. Even just when he puts his head on your shoulder, he stays stuck to you like glue. He just wants to have you near him when he’s gaming. He wants an arm around you while he holds his controller.

╰┈➤Quality time

The only reason I included quality time is because Nagi insists on gaming with you. Most of your dates are at home where you relax and play games together. But, on rare occasions when you go out, you most likely stop at an arcade at some point.

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Acts of service, words of affirmation

╰┈➤Acts of service

Though Rin may not have a lot of time for you, he still tries to do what he can to prove he loves you. So he does little things, like cleaning up the house a little bit or buying you something on his way home.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Though he may not be the best at it, Rin knows no better way to assure you he loves you than telling you. Of course, never in front of his team or really anybody, but, rest assured, he’ll tell you once he’s sure the two of you are in private.

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Quality time, words of affirmation

╰┈➤Quality time

Although it may not happen much, quality time with Sae is well spent. Usually, all you do is tangle together while either talking or watching something, but, nonetheless, Sae likes it, and so do you.

╰┈➤Words of affirmation

Despite what a foul mouth Sae can have, he would never use the words he uses to describe other teams or players on you. Most things he says feel and are very genuine, but a few things can come across wrong or sound very possessive.

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𓆩⚝𓆪 How they comfort you — Blue Lock boys

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Featuring: Rin, Sae, Reo, Nagi, Kaiser

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: this is my first time writing for Kaiser, so I'm sorry if he's ooc!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, fluff, comfort (obviously)

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: sorry guys, I was sad so I wrote comfort about my favorite sploinkles <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi

╰┈➤He genuinely does not know what to do, but he wants to help in anyway he can.

╰┈➤He’ll literally do anything you need him to do, whether it be leave you alone or just come hold you to make you feel better.

╰┈➤Don't worry about any chores, like making dinner or cleaning, he'll take over. He simply wants you to relax.

╰┈➤Rin will also hold you close and whisper words of comfort, though he might be embarrassed.

╰┈➤He also would put on a movie or something so you have something else to focus on.

╰┈➤He’ll try to get you to talk about it, although he may come across as pushy. Just remind him.

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi

╰┈➤I feel like he's very similar to Rin, but he knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

╰┈➤He believes that the way to make you feel better is to simply be there, as usually he finds your presence comforting and wants to do the same for you.

╰┈➤Sae would help you forget all about your responsibilities or anything coming up that may cause you stress.

╰┈➤Like Rin, Sae would also hold you close and whisper words of comfort. He would hold your hand and let your head rest on his shoulder until you feel better.

╰┈➤He really wants you to talk about it, to give him some kind of reason to talk about it, but, he'll never pressure you into talking to him.

╰┈➤He’s ready and willing to give you as much time as you need <3

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage

╰┈➤Reo is legitimately trying not to cry himself, because he absolutely despises seeing you like this, he just wants you to be happy and healthy.

╰┈➤He will literally do anything you ask. Want him to drop everything to come hold you, kiss you, and make you feel better? He will. Want him to go away and give you some alone time? Reluctantly, he will.

╰┈➤Another thing he'll think to do is treat you, to anything you might want. He'll take you out to dinner, buy you some grand cake, anything.

╰┈➤If you want to talk about it, he will listen, and listen so intently. If something work or school related is stressing you out, he'll do whatever he can to get that stress off your shoulders. If someone is bothering you, Reo will destroy their reputation, just give him the word.

-ˏˋ⋆ Seishiro Nagi

╰┈➤I would like to think his first thought is to get your mind off of it by holding you close while you game together.

╰┈➤He’ll cuddle you and ask you about your day, and if you don't want to talk about it, he won't ask again. He'll wait for you to talk to him first.

╰┈➤If you're crying he'll direct his attention to you and hold you. He’ll quietly shush you and stroke your back, being careful when choosing his words.

╰┈➤He would play some kind of game that he knows you like so that way you can have a good time and get your mind off of the problem.

╰┈➤To Nagi, there's no better coping mechanism than distraction and enjoyment.

-ˏˋ⋆ Michael Kaiser

╰┈➤Immediately you're pulled into his lap, or just really close to him, and he’ll hold you there until you feel better. He’s dedicating all of his attention to you, all of his thoughts, everything. He kisses your face and rubs your back, doing whatever you need.

╰┈➤He might get a little pushy when trying to get you to talk about it, but if you're really insistent on him leaving you alone, he will.

╰┈➤If you want some alone time, he’ll be anxiously awaiting the moment when you call him back to you, so he can hold you and kiss your worries away.

╰┈➤For once, he won’t tease you or be his usual cheeky self. He’ll sit with you until you feel like talking, or moving, or anything. He’s genuinely concerned.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Taglist (ask 2 be added): @mariaace (everyone <3)

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𓆩⚝𓆪 Things you do that they love — Blue Lock boys

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Featuring: Kaiser, Reo, Rin, Sae

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: touching and intimacy but not in a suggestive/nsfw way, other than that, none

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, fluff

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: I was originally going to include Hiori but then I ran out of ideas. Oops.

-ˏˋ⋆ Michael Kaiser ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ When you kiss/trace his tattoos

╰┈➤I have no words other than to say he fucking loves it.

╰┈➤He loves the feeling of intimacy and love he gets when you trail kisses down his neck and shoulders while you trace the tattoo on his arm.

╰┈➤Even if it’s just when you’re in bed, the subtle feeling of your hand drifting down his neck and shoulders calms him. (and makes him want to kiss you.)

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ When you style/play with his hair.

╰┈➤To Reo, there’s nothing better than crashing into your arms with his head in your lap while you play with his hair after a long day.

╰┈➤He loves the feeling of your hands gently massaging his scalp while he simply melts. He loves it. He lowkey looks forward to it.

╰┈➤He’s definitely not above begging…as he totally will. He’ll nag you nonstop until you play with his hair.

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ When you call him pet names/nicknames.

╰┈➤Although he will never, ever admit it, he absolutely loves it when you call him something other than his name.

╰┈➤Rin is too embarrassed to call you those names back, sure, but he does really appreciate it when you call him them.

╰┈➤Occasionally, though, he might mess it up and call you a pet name back.

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ When you wear his jersey.

╰┈➤He genuinely loves to see you show up at his games with his jersey on. It gives him a sense of pride when he sees the bold letters, “Itoshi” on your back.

╰┈➤He’ll definitely be more open about it than Rin. Potentially getting to the point where he’ll ask if you plan on wearing his jersey.

╰┈➤He loves it especially more when it’s one he just had to wear, as well.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

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Ahh your writing is sooo cute💜💜

hi, could i please request some headcanons of meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, hyoma chigiri and hyusei shidou with a polyglot s/o (who can speak and understand english, japanese, portuguese, french, spanish, etc)? love from brazil!! <3

❝a promise that you'll never find another like me❞

synopsis : When they started dating you, they didn't know you were a polyglot... And now, to be honest, they can't live without it.

pairing : Bachira, Rin, Shidou, Nagi, Chigiri x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none ! It's fluff !

word count : 1115~ words

author-note : Hi ! How are you ? This ask was very fun to write, I personally speak French, English and a bit of spanish, so I mainly used them ! I used my french ass and I'm proud of it ;) ! It's my first time writing for all of them tho (except Bachira but it was deleted lmao), so I hope you like it and that I don't have made them to occ ! I have feelings for Chigiri istg, marry me pretty boy :( Love from France, and take care of yourself ♡

BACHIRA was amazed, like a little kid. The first time he heard you talk in an another language, he froze. He told you to repeat 3 or maybe 5 times to be sure he hadn't understand a word. When you told him that you were polyglot and that you could speak english, french, portuguese, spanish and obviouly japanese, oh boy, he was too stunned to speak. You can't stop him anymore. He's gonna ask you 24/7 to teach him insults (to use against Kunigami, mainly) and to talk in the language of your choice. You can't tell him no. He's so excited each time, it's literally too cute. At first, you answered that you won't teach him bad words; you don't want him to make fun of his teammates. Then, after a long baby tantrum, you agreed.

"Uhh, can you repeat again ?"

"Again ?? It's the fourth time already !"

"Y/N, please !"

You sigh, but made it anyway.

"Mama na quinta pata do cavalo", you said again.

"Mama nea kinta pata do cavalo ?"

"Not bad for a beginner. Use it wisely, babe."

"I will, count on me !"

He kissed your cheek, heading to an hangout with his Blue Lock friends, a smile on his lips. You were kinda suprised and embarassed, to say the least, when he came back, telling you that he insulted Kunigami and that he told all of his friends that you were his "bad words teacher". You have such a good reputation now...

CHIGIRI immediately noticed your small accent when you first talked to him in japanese. He didn't ask anything about it, because he didn't want you to be, perhaps, uncomfortable or embarassed in his presence. But when you two get together, he asked if you were polyglot and you answered yes. At first, it was a bit weird because he didn't know what to do when you cuss in French or Spanish. But he learnt to love it; you were even more beautiful when you were talking in an another language, and he can't help himself but stare at your lips, now. He asked you to teach him some words (mainly petnames) to use.

"Mon cœur, can you please pick up this box please ?", you asked him in the store, kind of upset that the box was too high for you.

"Yeah, obviously, ma chérie. Do you need anything besides this ? Or perhaps, do you need me to stay with you ? It will be easier for you to take this", he said, pointing at an item near your head, with a teasing smile.

"Ahahah, so funny, Hyoma. Me cago en tí...", you mumbled under your breath.

"Too bad I know this one too, pretty."

"I hate you."

RIN, like Chigiri, immediatly heard your accent. But he also immediatly asked you about it. Where were you from ? Where did you learn all these languages ? Was it hard ? Did you struggle sometimes to find the words ? He was intrigued and very curious about it; it was the first time he ever heard someone speak a good english in his entire life. When you two get together, he watched you cuss in French a hundred times before asking the meaning of it. When you dropped an item on the floor, you had this habit to say "putain" or "merde", and at first, he didn't dare ask you to teach him some very common words in one of your language. But now ! Oh lord have mercy.. He has a list in the notes of his phone of insults to use on Isagi, or even better : Sae. And he's very proud and happy about it.

"Uh, how do you say it again ? Fils de chien ?"

"Yeah, exactly like that. It's an equivalent of "son of a bitch" but in French"

"Perfect for Sae."

"You have the same mother tho..."

NAGI is probably, the person with the most knowledge in terms of languages in these 5 guys. Playing Valorant, Genshin Impact or even Minecraft developped his understanding in all situations. He mostly knows some gaming sentences, but when you talked to him in an another language, you were surprised to see him understanding a bit of what you were saying. He can't respond tho; but he was curious, so you taught him a bit of usual sentences (he stopped when you put the grammar in front of him...). One day, he surprised you when he responded to you in one of your languages. In fact, he had been learning one for a quite long time now, because he wanted you to be more comfortable speaking around him.

"No entiendo nada de este ejercicio, pero no es tan complicado. Soy demasiado tonto..", you sigh, frustrated.

"Puedo ayudarte si quieres, cariño.", answered a voice with a strange accent.

You turned your head, shocked to see your boyfriend Nagi speaking spanish.

"How do you..?"

"I learned it. I like spanish."

"Oh. That's cool !"

"Yep, wanna teach me some ?"

"Sure !"

SHIDOU, like Bachira, is stunned. He wants to know how you managed to speak so fluently all these languages, and now: he shows you off 24/7, you have no choice. When he talks about you to someone, he always tells them how smart you are, he's definitly a simp for you. He wants you to speak one of your languages all the time, even if he doesn't understand anything, because gosh, you're hot :/. He's so curious about you, but even more after you told him you were polyglot; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable around him of course, so tell him if it annoys you, he won't took it badly ! He's a tease, so sometimes, it may be too much for you.

"How is it possible for you to have a s/o ?", laughed one of Shidou's teammate.

"Don't be jealous man", he smirked, "they're too much for me anyway. They're so beautiful and smart dude, they speak 5 LANGUAGES ?? It's hot tho-"

"Shidou...", you sighed, tired of his antics, "I'm waiting for you for 5 minutes already, hurry-up !"

"I'm coming !"

He rushed outside the soccer stadium, his teammate looking towards you, and Shidou immedialy kissed you, like he hasn't saw you for months (he wanted to show you off again, ig)

"Hola mi amor", he said with a nasty grin.

"Shut-up, or I'm going to slap you, I swear."

"Okay okay babe, let's go !"

𓆩⚝𓆪 How you figured out they like you — Blue Lock boys

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Featuring: Sae, Reo, Kaiser, Isagi, Rin

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: none

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, implied fem! in Reo's part, fluff

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: It's been a second since I posted anything. I felt like writing again so I wrote this banger. Enjoy!

-ˏˋ⋆ Sae Itoshi

╰┈➤ With Sae, you never were 100% sure. You couldn't tell whether he genuinely liked your company… or if he just used you as a break from the crowd. So, you brought it up to him.

╰┈➤You decided to ask him why you were friends, why he spends so much time with you.

╰┈➤His answer was a simple, “I like spending time with you, you're the easiest person to be around.”

╰┈➤Thinking back on it the night after, you realized how his body language was. You remembered how he avoided eye contact, and how he had just the slightest tint on his cheeks.

╰┈➤You sat up all of the sudden, the realization finally hitting you. Sae likes you.

╰┈➤And you like Sae.

-ˏˋ⋆ Reo Mikage

╰┈➤In the whole beginning of your friendship, Reo was nothing short of spoiling. He got you anything you wanted, but it never passed a certain amount of money.

╰┈➤Until you noticed the price tag on some of the things he had gotten you more recently. They were… more expensive than something you would give to a friend, at least.

╰┈➤And then you thought the gifts were turning more… intimate. Like necklaces, or jewelry. So you finally realized, Reo does not see you as just a friend. These gifts say otherwise.

╰┈➤Now, all you have to do is work up the confidence to ask him out. You know he'll say yes. He couldn't say no to you anyway.

-ˏˋ⋆ Michael Kaiser

╰┈➤Normally, when you spend time around Kaiser, he always teases you, or sometimes is genuinely mean. You never thought much of it.

╰┈➤Sometimes, occasionally, he would give you a compliment. But recently, you noticed the teasing was becoming more of a, “why is your face so red” type. He would give you a very flustering compliment, and then make fun of you for being red. He seemed more flirty than teasing and that was scaring you.

╰┈➤Until you got a comment from someone about how he always spends time with you.

╰┈➤You realized he's always around you, by your side, clinging to you. But why? What’s so special about you, you wondered. Until it clicked.

╰┈➤The flirting, the clinginess, it all fell into place. Kaiser wants you. And you were proven right just a week later when you confessed to him.

-ˏˋ⋆ Yoichi Isagi

╰┈➤Isagi is always so sweet to you, no matter what. It was no secret, either. He was just so nice to you, and it was a nice break from the chaos.

╰┈➤Until you got invited to one of his games.

╰┈➤Firstly, you had already felt like that was a couple’s thing. Don't people usually invite their partners to their games? You were the only person he invited, too. So the thought he may like you was already lingering in your mind.

╰┈➤But then you saw his foul mouth, and the way he treats his opponents. The actual opposite way he treats you.

╰┈➤By the end of the game, it had finally clicked that he liked you, but Isagi was already running towards you to tell you himself.

-ˏˋ⋆ Rin Itoshi

╰┈➤Rin was always sort of protective. Even when you were younger, Rin would always make sure people weren’t being rude to you or you weren’t endangering yourself.

╰┈➤You never thought much of it, especially because it started when you were kids. It was just normal Rin behavior, right?

╰┈➤Until one of your friends pointed out how he reacted when you told him you got confessed to. He was… mad? He warned you about that guy, about how he was plain stupid and very unkind. Of course, those weren’t lies, just a very stretched truth. Your friends told you that if he was really your friend, he would encourage you to do what you want.

╰┈➤As a joke, another friend said, “maybe he likes you and is just being possessive.” That scared you and got you thinking. Suddenly, everything fell into place. The protectiveness, the warning about the guy… Rin doesn’t want you to date anyone because he wants you to date him.

╰┈➤And somehow, he was able to tell you himself one day.

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