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heavenlyakin · 10 months

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Bluelock Tinder Hookup Series: Rin Itoshi

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Warnings: a little ooc for Sae I think, fem reader, use of “brat,” “slut,” and “princess,” spitting, fingering, orgasm denial, and kitchen sex.

Description: Hookup #1 in my latest series. College AU Tinder Hookup Series: starring Rin Itoshi. This is a nontraditional hookup and I hope you enjoy the story! This one is light and silly at first but of course, you get some steamy scenes. Also, if someone guesses what drink Rin makes, I’ll write you something!

The man who sits across from you is not who’s picture you’d been looking at for the last few days. His red hair is definitely not the dark green you’d been expecting, and his features, except his strikingly familiar eyes, are all wrong.

“You’re not Rin,” you say softly, leaning forward on the table with your elbows.

“Correct. I’m Sae,” his tone is colder than you expected. “Why’d you want to match with my brother?”

You laugh, put off by the abruptness of his question. “Why is it any of your business? Where is he? How’d you know I was meeting him here?”

“Oh, I run his Tinder. He wouldn’t be caught dead in that cesspool. I just like to fuck with people.” He admits, leaning forward. “You’re really pretty, though. So I’ll entertain you.”

“You’re fucking weird,” you move away, sitting back in your seat and grabbing your purse from the ground. “But, do feel free to give your brother my regards.”

Sae laughs, a smile plastered on his once bored expression. “Your loss,” he calls back as you walk away.

Everything about that has triggered something in you. So much so that you delete the Tinder app from your phone. Your walk home is fine, but you find yourself looking behind you to make sure that creep isn’t following you home. He didn’t give you stalker vibes, but who the hell uses their brother to match with girls on Tinder? Especially when they’re that attractive on their own. It’s fucking twisted.

When you check the time on your phone, you’re not spatially aware of your surroundings and run into someone at the end of a crosswalk.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid, I didn’t even see you in front of me and-” You look up and notice that it’s none other than the man you originally matched with on Tinder; Rin.

“Watch where you’re going and this won’t happen.” He scoffs, wiping off his shirt. “Wait, are you —-.”

“Yeah, why?” You look up at him towering over you.

“You ghosted me today.” He frowns, looking unimpressed with your response.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the girl from Tinder right.” He asks, quieter and looking around to see if anyone is listening to the both of you.

“Yeah, actually I am. But I’m confused, your brother-”

“What about my brother?” Anger flares in his voice.

“He met me where we were supposed to meet and I guess tried to flirt with me in some creepy way, and claimed he ran your Tinder account.”

“What?” He looks shocked.

“You two need to sort that out. I’m not playing games with either of you.” You start to walk away but Rin grabs your arm.

“Can you please explain what happened?” He asks, and you nod.

“Walk with me, we can get a drink at my place. I’ll tell you everything.” You begin walking towards your off-campus apartment and explain in detail what happened. It clearly wasn’t a lot but you can recall every word since it was just a few minutes ago.

“We didn’t agree to meet at the student union though,” he frowns.

“You changed it last minute, remember?” You say and he shakes his head no. “Check our messages. I got so mad at your stupid brother that I deleted the app. You’ll see that ten minutes before our date you messaged me to meet at the student union instead.”

He pulls out his phone as you open the door to the lobby of your apartments. He notices and grabs the door above your head. “After you,” he says.

You smile and lead him inside and to the elevator. “Well, did you see it?”

He’s frowning at his phone as you press the button to your floor. “Yeah, but I didn't send this. That fucker must really have my login information.”

“Yeah, you should change your password.” You comment, not really sure what to say.

“No wonder I keep getting ghosted.” He sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You should. It’ll do society a favor.” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

He smiles, barely, but it’s there. “Yeah,” he agrees and looks up at the numbers changing above the elevator door.

The elevator finally stops and you lead him to your apartment, opening the door and walking in before him. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you smile and let him walk in passed you so you can shut the door.

“It’s nice. Reminds me of my place.” He tells you and stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room.

“You can sit, make yourself comfortable.” You walk into the kitchen, grabbing some Moscato from your fridge and then you realize you don’t know what he drinks. “Do you like wine? I don’t have beer. Um, I have some vodka and tequila too…” you look through your liquor cabinet. “Oh, I have this gin too.”

“Do you have lime juice and simple syrup?” He asks, walking over to your breakfast bar across from the cabinets.

“I think so,” you look further in the fridge and find the simple syrup and a few limes. “I do! Thank god my old roommate was a bartender and left me all this.”

“Oh, do you live alone now?” Rin asks as he starts to mix himself a drink.

“As of a few days ago, yeah. She moved back home.” You take another sip of your wine, enjoying the sweet peachy flavor.

“Ah,” he pours the drink into the glass you hand him after he’s done shaking the drink. He tasted it and buns softly, it must be good.

“Can I have a taste?” You ask, curious about the drink. “Pretty please,” you bat your eyelashes for effect.

He grins, shaking his head no. “It’s mine. No.”

You walk around the breakfast bar, taking the glass from his hand quickly. “It’s my glass. My liquor.”

He’s faster taking it back, then holding it up so you can’t reach it. “Brats don’t get what they want.” He challenges and your body heats up.

Oh.

“I just want a little taste,” you beg, pouting your bottom lip out.

He takes another sip, his hand caressing your cheeks. As he swallows his thumb grazes across your lip, tugging it down to open your mouth. You oblige, parting your lips and letting him have his way. He takes another sip.

In a blink of an eye his hand is squeezing your mouth open wider and he spits the drink into your mouth. Your eyes widen and you clench your fists, your body heating up more than before as you slowly swallow the slightly sweet and sour drink. He went heavy on the lime, you realize as it slides down your throat.

“Good girl, swallowed without me even asking,” he pats your cheek with his fingers and you step closer to him.

“I-” before you can finish your thought, Rin’s lips are on yours. The taste of his drink floods your mouth with his tongue. You reach for his shirt, grabbing the soft fabric and pulling yourself closer to him so your body is flush with his.

His hands settle on your hips, pulling you against him, his cock hard under his pants and pressing against you. A moan slips past your lips against Rin’s.

“Moaning already?” He pulls away, his right hand moving from your hip to your cheek, his thumb teasing your bottom lip again. “I’ve barely touched you, slut.”

Something about the way the degradation slips past his pretty lips so effortlessly turns you on more. “Can’t help it,” you shrug looking up at him.

“I bet you’re soaking wet under those shorts.” He whispers next to your ear, his thumb pressing into your mouth. You close your lips around it and suck lightly. “Should I find out?”

“Mmhm,” you hum around his thumb desperate for him to touch you.

His left-hand moves from your hip, tugging your linen shorts open just enough so he can slip his hand in. You feel his fingertips tease the outline of your panties. You want to beg him to hurry up, but you also enjoy the teasing look in his beautiful teal eyes. He wants to drag this out, you realize. He finally presses his fingers against your clit through the thin fabric, and you whimper.

“I was right,” he smirks, his fingers tracing slow circles as your thighs quiver slightly. “Soaking wet through your flimsy underwear.”

You pop his thumb out of your mouth, grinning before speaking. “Didn’t expect a soccer player to be so good with his fingers,” his smirk turns to an intense frown. “Aw didn’t like that?”

“I prefer you with your mouth full.” He tells you, pushing you back against the breakfast bar. His fingers slip into your underwear.

“Fuck,” you whimper as his thumb teases your clit and his fingers start to enter you.

“I like that sound as well,” he tells you, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees in front of you, pulling your shorts and panties down around your knees as he goes. You gasp and your fingers go right to his hair as he leans forward and his tongue swipes across your cunt.

“Rin,” you gasp as he slips a finger in you as he sucks on your clit. His hair tangles in your fingers and you grip the breakfast bar with your free hand to steady yourself. He hums against you sending shivers down your legs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ you moan, pulling his hair.

His fingers pump into you faster while he continues lapping at you like you’re a meal he intends to devour. You throw your head back, letting yourself feel and enjoy every single sensation Rin blesses you with. It’s overwhelming and takes all your strength to stay standing still for him. His grip on your right thigh with his hand is intense, and probably going to leave a bruise.

Just as you start to feel the familiar build of tension in your lower stomach and your body starts to shake, he pulls away abruptly.

“Rin, what the fuck,” you gasp, catching your breath and staring down at him.

He smiles, actually smiles at you. “Impatieny slut,” the words sound beautiful coming from that cruel mouth.

Your body just wants more, more of him and his cruelty. He stands up, pulling you close and kissing you. The taste of yourself on his lips is erotic. You pull him closer with his belt loops, leaving just enough room for your hands to undo his belt and pants, unzipping the zipper next.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” You ask as you slowly take his cock in your hand, stoking it once and then twice.

“Who needs the bedroom? I could take you right here on this counter.” He tells you, his voice serious and rough. “Or do you need some pillows, princess? Can’t take the hard counters?”

“I can take you, and that’s all that matters, right?” You squeeze his cock a bit tighter and he inhales sharply. “I’m desperate for you,” you put on the sexiest voice you can muster, almost making yourself laugh.

“Oh shut up,” he mutters, closing his eyes as you continue jerking him off. “Turn around.”

You let go of him, turning around as he ordered and bracing the breakfast bar with your hands and arms. You feel his hands on your ass before you hear the sound of his pants hitting the ground around his ankles. He cock grazes your ass and you wiggle it at him.

“Stay still,” he grips you tightly and you feel the head of his cock prodding at your entrance.

“Oh god,” you whimper as he thrusts inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. He makes you feel so full, you’re unable to think of anything but him and his cock inside of you. He moans quietly, barely audible, but you catch it.

He begins to thrust in and out of you, gripping your hips to keep you still as he fucks you. It’s intense, like him. Everything you imagined this moment might be like is completely shattered and blown away by the actuality of it all.

“Harder,” you ask, breathless against the countertop and looking back at him as best as you can.

He laughs, “You need more, princess? Fucking dirty slut.”

Before today, you’ve never had someone bounce so effortlessly between sweet to cruel names for you and it’s doing something to your body. You don’t think you’ve ever been this aroused or needy for someone in your life. You feel that familiar tension building again, coming back from where Rin denied it earlier. Your body heats up and you try your best to keep from cumming now.

“Go ahead and cum, princess.” Rin leans down, his body pressing against yours and pushing him deeper into you. “I can always make you cum again. Don’t hold back on me.” He whispers against your ear.

That’s all it takes.

You clench around his cock, cumming and moaning a slur of his name and curses. Your body goes limp against the counter. He continues to fuck into you, supporting you with his hands.

“You feel incredible,” he mumbles, and you imagine he has his head tossed back and is enjoying every second of being inside of you. From what you can see behind you, you’re correct.

He stops suddenly, and you push up with your arms and look behind you fully. “What, is something wrong?”

He pulls out of you and without saying a word spins you around.

“Jump up here,” he pats the top of the breakfast bar.

You oblige, gripping the edge of the bar with your hands and jumping up. He pushes back inside of you and you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips are on yours before you can think to kiss him first and he begins to fuck into you harder than before.

You can’t focus on his lips or tongue, only on holding onto him and moaning against his lips. This position feels much more intimate and overwhelming with pleasure. Your nails dig into his skin, his shoulders feel so strong under your fingers that you’re sure this isn’t even noticeable to him. It makes you curious.

You drag your nails down his back and he groans against your mouth. “Do that again.”

So you do, and you feel him twitch inside of you. His thrusts become sloppier and faster if that’s even possible. His stamina is unreal, and it makes you want to thank whoever the fuck his coach is for the conditioning he must have put Rin through to build this up.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he groans as he cums, thrusting into you a few more times before stilling inside of you.

He leans his forehead against yours, and it's sweaty, and his hair sticks to your forehead and his. “I need another drink before we go again.”

“Again?” You laugh, praying your pussy will make it through the day.

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doobea · 7 months

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DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

synopsis: Being a college student sucks. Having a crush on your best friend also sucks. Your best friend having a crush on your other best friend is . . . kinda the worst. In which, Reo is hopelessly in love with you but you’re hard crushing on Nagi.

-> MASTERLIST.

contents: reo centric, second lead syndrome feat. fem!reader & reo, heavy narration, also in an au where bluelock never happened LOL, starts from past -> present day, mentions of unrequited confessions, country farmgirl!reader -> stem major in college, insert anime cliche of riverbanks and convos about falling in love, kinda proofed word count: 4K (HUH??) a/n: i wrote this while listening to shoujo openings - lets try and find a song suited for these two (eventual) lovebirds, shall we? 'mini-series' my ass idk why the first chap came out so long??? whoops.

SUMMER TRIANGLE -> next.

Reo can’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you.

He thinks it starts all the way back when you first transferred to Hakuho during his second year.

You were a quiet country girl whose parents had just moved to the big city all due to your father’s new job. And it was painfully obvious that it was your first time experiencing anything remotely ‘fancy’ when you came to school the first day. At the time, you were still wearing your old high school uniform, saying something about shipping getting delayed. Your skirt came almost all the way down to your ankles, your sweater vest had loose threads sticking around the edges, and your shirt still carried its creased marks.

To anyone in that school, you looked like an eyesore. Whispers about your family’s net worth, your relationship with the school’s faculty, and whether or not you cheated your way through the entrance exam began circulating.

From the moment you stepped inside the class, Reo knew you would get hell from the nation’s young elites. Reo thought by the end of the first quarter you would’ve dropped out and transferred to another school.

The first few months were rough, from what he observed. No one wanted to partner up with you for group projects, students would try to misplace your assignments, harsh messages were marred onto your desk earlier mornings before you arrived, and your gym clothes always went missing. But you stayed awfully silent, didn’t complain much, and quickly made yourself known to be the “weird, quiet farm girl”. Reo thinks everyone left you alone after you managed to score top ten in the class during finals week, despite the harassment. Still, even after all of that, no one bothered talking to you like normal and moved on to the next hot topic as if you were a dying trend.

Reo didn’t get the chance to talk to you much that year but, safe to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see you again the following semester. Instead of sitting all the way in the back of the classroom, you were seated by the windows. And the empty desk next to you? It was his.

Carefully, Reo placed his bag down on his desk, trying his best not to disturb whatever book you’re currently nose-deep in, and cleared his throat.

“Hi, I’m Reo Mikage,” he introduced himself and was taken aback when you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. He figured it was because he was one of the first to genuinely say anything to you without any malicious intent behind his words.

As you softly mumbled back your name, the gentle cadence as it escaped your lips, coupled with the swift turn of your head towards the window, Reo couldn't help but be enthralled by how soft your features looked in the sunlight. You’ve always kept your appearances simple, trying to not shine too much otherwise the other students would start talking again but, for some reason, all of that made Reo drawn to you more.

While you were deskmates, the two of you didn’t talk much outside of classroom-related topics. And it was always him starting the conversations, not that he minded. Him being close friends with Nagi, who was also a social outcast, made Reo slightly more curious about you ever since the new semester started. But you kept your distance, for obvious reasons. So, after a while, he reached out to you only out of necessity.

Fast forward two months and Reo is found slipping a party invitation on your desk. Well, not specifically yours, but everyone’s desks. Word of his father’s business migration with another classmate’s family company spread like wildfire before journalists had the chance to write up a meaningless article and Reo was forcefully instructed to invite his entire class to celebrate for the occasion.

So he did.

And, of course, everyone and their parents decided to show up. There were a few students that he didn’t recognize, probably snuck in through bribery or faked the invitation — not that he ultimately cared. There were more than a handful of mothers who had proudly flaunted themselves at his father and more than a dozen other student’s fathers trying to network with Reo.

At seventeen, Reo told himself that this was something he should’ve gotten used to by now, but it honestly felt horribly embarrassing every time. Reo blocked out the comments about the lack of ‘fancier food’ and ‘decor’ in his own home and retreated upstairs to his bedroom with Nagi trailing not far from behind.

“How long do you think they’re staying for?”

“Hm?” Nagi briefly looked up from his phone, eyes focusing on Reo’s perplexed expressions as he lay in bed. The male shifts around in Reo’s office chair and taps away at his device with a shrug in response. “Dunno, when the food and drinks run out maybe?”

Reo ran a hand through his hair, brows furrowing more as sounds from outside gradually grew louder. “This always ends up happening and I don’t understand why can’t he find a reception hall to throw this.” He paused, listened closely to the voices and conversations, and scoffed. “Do you know what they’re saying right now, Nagi?”

“Ah,” Nagi frowned as a deflated noise emitted from his phone, indicating he lost a match. He went into another queue and bounced his leg against the floor in waiting. “No, what are they saying out there?”

“That they think I’ll be together with Rika by the end of this year.” Reo launched his body upright at the thought, lips pursed tightly.

Again, Nagi doesn’t bother looking up. He just landed in a new match. “That heiress? Doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Since when do you know anything about types, Nagi?” Reo was half expecting Nagi to say something dumb relating to those terrible romance novel games that he sometimes plays.

The other male shrugged again, eyes flicking up this time. “Just doesn’t seem like it, that’s all.”

“You—”

The conversation abruptly ended with a single swing of the door. The door frame nearly collided with Nagi's face, accompanied by a high-pitched yelp. Reo had invited the whole class, but this was one of the people he hadn’t really expected to show up.

You were almost unrecognizable. Hair straightened, over blushed cheeks, a lipstick color that was too mature on you. The dress you wore hugged awkwardly to your sides and the height from your heels seemed to be too tall for you to maneuver around. From one glance, he knew you were uncomfortable.

You clung to the door handle, attempting to steady yourself, evident signs of mortification settling in. “S-Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom.”

Those words almost sounded foreign to Reo. The only times you’ve spoken to him were in curt, stoic sentences either about math or science assignments. He’d never seen you this flustered or worked up before.

Reo snapped out of his inner thoughts when Nagi decided to roll out from behind the door frame with a hand over his nose. Nagi looked unphased, but the familiar dull sound from his phone proved otherwise.

“Made me lose another round,” Nagi said simply and Reo watched as you fidgetted around, almost appearing self-cautious now.

“I’m sorry?” Was all you said in response.

Reo was about to hop out of bed, the bathroom directions loaded on his tongue, until a herd of footsteps followed by loud giggles was ascending the stairs. “Wait, close the door; I don’t want anyone coming in here.” The last thing he wanted was his classmates messing around with his personal belongings.

You appeared even more bewildered. “Um, I still need to—”

“He has a bathroom in his room, don’t worry,” Nagi interjected.

You were quick to believed Nagi's words and shut the door before heads peeked from the staircase. Reo shot his friend a questioning look as you shuffle your way to his bathroom and Nagi merely shrugged once again. Reo found himself thinking, finding that his plan of hiding away had just gotten a whole lot more complicated and awkward with you being in the picture. They both stayed quiet until you walked out, eyes facing everywhere but the two of them.

Reo's voice jolted you back to reality. “Sorry if this sounds rude but why are you here?” Okay, no matter how he would've phrased it, it did sound rude.

You didn't seem to mind it, probably already used to the harsh treatment. “My parents saw the invitation and got excited. They bought all these things for me last minute and dropped me off. I only said yes to coming because they were worried I wasn’t making any friends.” You explained, your steady nonchalant tone masking a layer of vulnerability.

Reo felt vaguely guilty at the response. Maybe he should've skipped your desk altogether? No, that would've been borderline bullying, he thought. Still, you shouldn't have been pressured to go.

“Did you want to hang out here instead?” Nagi casually offered up as if it was his house too. “We’re avoiding everyone else.”

“Nagi—!”

“What?” Nagi blinked at Reo in confusion, cocking his head slightly. “It’s written all over your face.”

He doesn't even know what expression he's making right now. All that Reo hoped was that you don't end up saying anything weird the next day. Not that he assumed you would be the type but, judging from how his guests acted earlier, he felt safer keeping his guard up.

There was a momentary pause, and then you gave a small nod, eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and relief. “Only if you’re fine with it.”

"Shouldn't matter to us," Nagi answered.

Reo considers this particular moment to be the turning point in your close friendship. It was his party, but almost everyone attending seemed to have forgotten his whereabouts soon after he disappeared.

At first, he was hesitant to talk about his thoughts or just about anything really, but Nagi didn't seem to care. As you and Nagi engaged in a somewhat awkward conversation about video games – or rather, Nagi half-scolding you for making him lose – Reo, after finally getting tired of listening, spent the remainder of the time venting about the various students and teachers at school.

That was nearly two years ago.

As the first year of college draws to a close, the three of you, on a spontaneous whim, decided to host a modest celebration in Reo and Nagi's shared apartment, only sending out invites to a handful of your close classmates.

You arrive about two hours before everyone else with the cake and drinks in hand, letting the door shut behind you as you rush into the kitchen. Nagi’s sitting on the countertop in the corner, attempting his best to unravel some of the cheesy party decorations that you insisted on getting, and Reo is pouring a weird red jello shot mixture into tiny plastic cups in the living room.

The three of you haven’t realized just how busy everything would be after starting college. Hangouts would only be frequent maybe once or twice a week, but everyone’s schedule was all over the place. You had your three-hour labs, Reo signed up to become Treasurer and President for two student organizations, and Nagi pretty much slept all day as soon he came back from lectures. Now, with this year finally coming to an end, Reo is finally looking forward to spending more time with everyone with summer nearing.

“Do we really need this many streamers?” Nagi is sighing as he swings his legs back and forth.

He managed to string a couple of them into long-wrapped strands but gave up halfway. There’s a bag of animal headbands next to him, so he fiddles with them next, claiming a bear-themed one for himself.

You set down the items on the counter and waltz over to his side, immediately fishing through the bag for your own pair. “We do and—,” Reo watches your lips upturn right as you reach over to Nagi, adjusting his headband and fixing his hair in the process. “—the bear suits you well.”

Nagi hums in thought and leans into your touch, seemingly unaware of your flustered state. “Think so?”

“I—uh yeah, you’re like a big bear sometimes…”

He helps you dig through the bag and pulls out a headband with cat ears. Without hesitation, Nagi tucks your hair back slightly and carefully places it onto your head. A satisfied faint smile makes its way onto his face. “It looks cute on you.”

Reo almost spills the remanding liquid all over the coffee table from the scene and breaks away from the before it evolves into something more. He hears you trying to say something back, maybe a ‘thank you’ or a compliment, but it comes out as incoherent noises and soft mumbles. And, although tonight is supposed to be reserved for a well deserved celebration, Reo can’t help but to think he doesn’t even feel like he belongs in his own apartment right now.

“What do you think, Reo?” Nagi calls out.

“What do you mean?”

“Doesn’t she look cute in them?”

Reo pours the last bits of the liquid into the cups and glances over. It takes everything in him to not turn the slightest shade of red because you look do look ridiculously cute in that headband.

He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “Looks the same to me.”

You roll your eyes and blow one back. “I was gonna assign you the bunny eared one but now you’re getting the rat.”

Reo chooses to not say anything back, not that it really mattered. He gets up and places the empty pitcher into the sink and focuses his attention to the dining room. The table is a bit messy, cluttered with stacks of his business textbooks and your forgotten stationary supplies. He has food catered that’ll be arriving within the next hour, so he spends this time cleaning and setting up the area.

Their dining room goes vastly unused with how often Reo and Nagi eat out. Because of this, Reo settled with a small table tucked in the kitchen corner that’s mainly used as a storage area rather than eating—so it’s kind of nice seeing it finally being used for its intended purpose.

It’s you, him, Nagi, Chigiri, Isagi, and Bachira that eventually congregate around the area. Before the party, Reo tells his friends not to bring any gifts or extra food, but they show up with them anyway. Chigiri brings over a really good sushi bake while Isagi and Bachira gift Reo a shitty Ouija board for whatever reason and… well the party is actually pretty nice.

Way different from all the other stuffy parties Reo grew up with and he thinks this might be the only party where he’s surrounded by people he cares about. No serious conversations about the family business or his future plans, just really lame attempts to call out whatever spirits Bachira thinks lives in their outdated fireplace.

“That was fun,” You say quietly after everyone else leaves.

The apartment is a little bit messy, even though Isagi did most of the heavy-duty cleanup. There are still some dishes piled up in the sink and confetti peppered all over the living area but Reo will procrastinate on that for tonight.

He’s sprawled on the couch, head thrown back as he melts his entire body weight onto the furniture, tired and socially drained for the night. He only looks to the side when you plop down in the tiny empty space next to him, face deep in thought and cheeks warm. Reo knows that look. He’s seen it maybe over a hundred times at this point.

It’s about Nagi Seishiro.

“I think I’m gonna do it tonight.” You’re whispering into his ear and Reo picks up on the sweet, subtle perfume laced around your neck. It seems like you had just applied it moments before coming over.

He forces a smile and glosses over a fake veil of excitement. “Oh, finally? You’re not going to chicken out like the last couple of times?”

You smack his arm, cheeks puffed out. “I’m not! I’m taking your advice for once. Better now than never, you know?”

“Yeah,” Reo says, maybe a bit too fast.

His mind is racing, along with the drumming in his chest, because you’re not joking around this time. The look in your eyes tells him that you’re serious and he feels really confused. Reo has been encouraging you since high school to get with Nagi and, now that you’re actually following through, he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Maybe it’s his ego, pride, or just plain possessiveness that’s driving him mad. But he knows better than to wish anything but happiness for his two best friends. Nagi, although more introverted and aloof, has become more open whenever you’re around and you two do make a good couple—at least that’s what Reo convinces himself.

He finds himself dozing off against the balcony railing outside on the apartment’s porch while you go off to find Nagi in his room. Reo scans the area, taking in the dim orange lights from the street lamps on campus and the warm inviting late spring breeze. It’s a decent distraction.

The college campus is really nice, an old one, with lots of mature trees, and stretches of green between the buildings, all connected with little cobblestone walkways. It’s almost like stepping back in time because Tokyo is a large, sprawling city. Reo decides he likes it. It’s way different from his past life, very jarring from his lavish big, but empty, mansion with butlers and maids alike, his old home was so different than this new, slower-paced way of life.

Reo’s over himself when hears the porch door slide from behind him, he doesn’t need to turn around to know that it’s you. And, judging from the way your body flops against the railing, he concludes that it didn’t go well. It’s strange, he thought Nagi would’ve reciprocated the feelings back at least a little bit. Reo makes a mental note to privately ask his friend about it later.

He avoids your gaze and continues to stare at the city skyline in the distance, waiting for you to say the first word.

After a while, you sigh. “Do you… do you think he’ll be uncomfortable around me?”

Reo feels his heart stuttering in his chest. “Of course not,” He answers quickly and relaxes when he sees the frown on your features slowly disappearing. “Nagi’s not the type to easily throw away a good friendship.” Reo knows that by heart.

You groan and bury your face into your palms, shrinking more into your oversized campus hoodie. “I’m so dumb, Reo…” Your voice comes out muffled and strained. “I should’ve never said anything.”

Reo wrestles with the thought that he’s an asshole for thinking quite the opposite. On one hand, he's relieved that you got rejected, but on the other hand, witnessing your heart break doesn't make things any easier for him. He’s still your friend at the end of the day.

He refrains the urge to extend his arms, grab your shoulders, and draw you into the warmth of his chest. Suppressing the desire to run his fingers through your hair, tenderly massage your scalp, and whisper that everything will be okay—that he's by your side. Instead, Reo opts for a laugh, presenting you with his credit card. “Let’s set him aside for a moment and concentrate on you.”

You peer up from your sleeves, immediately widening your eyes in disbelief and then shooting him a half-glare. “I’m not gonna be spending your money, Reo. You can’t fix a broken heart with that.”

“Yeah,” Reo softly agrees, face crescent fallen briefly before recovering. He shuffles towards you, just close enough so that your shoulders touch. “But I know where we can go.”

Your eyes sparkle at the idea, already knowing the exact location Reo is mentioning. There’s a quaint riverbank not too far from the campus and high school, the one that you would always go to whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed or upset. Reo knows that it reminds you of home, the countryside, and listening to the steady streams helps calm your nerves.

With Nagi likely cooped up in his room, the two of you sneak out of the apartment, and the night air wraps around you both like a comforting blanket.

By the time you two arrive at the riverbank, you find a comfortable spot to lie down near the top of the hill. Reo joins next to you, the cool grass beneath him contrasting with the warmth of his body. Slowly, the heaviness that lingered from earlier begins to dissipate.

Reo lies on his side, the night enveloping the two of you in a cocoon of solitude. His voice, gentle and warm, breaks the silence, "Hey," he faintly calls out your name. Patiently, he waits until your body turns to mirror his, until you're just inches away, and the distant sounds of passing cars fade into the background.

It annoys him how clueless you are, how you’re able to be physically bold and unapologetically yourself when around him but, when it comes to Nagi, you turn into a stuttering, blushing mess. He selfishly wishes to have that all to himself. “Why don’t you fall in love with me instead?”

Reo watches your eyes widen, mirroring the same motions you did when he first introduced himself to you, and your body reacts first before you’re able to construct words. You kick him, admittedly harder than he would’ve liked, followed by an immediate apology.

“That was a joke, right? Like a really, really, really bad joke?”

Pretending not to feel the pang in his chest, Reo rubs his shin and forces a chuckle, his arm thrown over his face to conceal any hint of redness that might betray him in the night. “Yeah, thought it would cheer you up somehow,” he lamely replies.

The sound of your huff and shuffling suggests you turned away, likely out of annoyance. Reo senses a momentary pause, and he thinks you might be on the verge of tears again until you murmur, “Love is so complicated.”

A twitch courses through him and he swallows hard against a lump in his throat before joining the conversation, “People do a lot of things when they’re in love. You confessing to Nagi tonight was out of love.”

“Yeah, I just wished it was easy to… I guess, understand.”

“Love happens randomly and doesn’t need reasons. If love was easy to understand then most of our world’s problems would go away.”

“Have you ever been in love, Reo?”

"I have," he answers truthfully. As you shuffle some more, he peeks from under his arm to find your face wide, brimming with curiosity. Reo sets his arm aside and smirks. "What makes you think I’m gonna tell you?"

You’re toying with the hem of your hoodie, looking like you’re about to jump to your feet. “Because I just got my heart broken tonight and I feel like maybe the least you can do is tell me who you like?”

“Let me think,” Reo fake ponders for a few seconds and then shakes his head. “Nah, don’t think so.”

You kick him again, this time very softly. “You’re no fun,” you whine, but there’s something so sincere to it that Reo’s heart aches again. “Can you at least tell me when you fell in love?”

His laugh comes out weak and hoarse, feeling the sudden need to look away but he doesn’t. Reo stares straight into your eyes because he knows that no matter how hard he tries, you’ll never get it unless he spells it out for you. “I became aware of it when I was sitting next to them.”

You start laughing, as he expected, but it's lighthearted and innocent. Reo doesn't feel insulted—at least not yet. “It was love at first sight?”

He's definitely a tomato right now, he can feel it in his face. “More like first interaction...” Reo mumbles out, now facing the river.

“Well, whoever they are, they're lucky to have someone like you crushing over them.”

“Yeah, I guess they are lucky.”

TAGLIST - OPEN

@celestair @kitorin @popponn @yoisami @anurst @katsukiiishoe @yuzurins @vitaniangel-blog @kunikame @miwafei @astruoise @faeroow @wooasecret @limerence-lu @jaynawayna

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #doobea writing #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage #DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

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kingkunigami · 1 year

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This started as me wanting to ride Kunigami’s thighs and just ended up being angst I’m sorry.

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, subtle angst.

Pairing: Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.2k.

Moments with Kunigami were few and far between since he’d joined BLUELOCK. Making the time you had together even more precious as you coaxed your boyfriend into the warm bubble bath you’d prepared moments earlier. A playful hand tugging at the hem of his sweats as he lay a playful swat against your ass, following you in tugging off his clothes to sink into the tub. The warm water instantly soothing his aching muscles as for the first time this month he wondered whether he really needed to attend training today.

Climbing in on top of him, you straddled his thighs, pressing your chest to his as you let yourself embrace the moment. The only sound was the gentle wade of water paired with Kunigami’s soft breath.

You could feel his desire poking against you, his semi-hard cock throbbing with need as you allowed yourself to brush against it. His strong arms circling around you to follow your movements, a deep groan tumbling from his lips as he lay his head against the back of the tub.

“I missed you this week,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “You’ve been gone a lot.”

Kunigami winced at the somber look on your face, the guilt he already felt for shifting his focus to the program instead of you weighed heavy on his mind.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, “It won’t be forever.”

It was a lie you both kept telling yourselves, a lie that had convinced you that everything would be okay. But for now you had each other, a stolen moment before you were thrust back into reality as you willed yourself to forget for just a moment.

Pressing a slow, sultry kiss to his lips as you began to grind yourself against his thighs, the water giving your clit a subtle stimulation as you felt Kunigami begin to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

The water inside the tub sloshed as you ground yourself against your lover, the steam from the bath created a hazy mist inside your small bathroom as you felt Kunigami bend his leg at the knee. Moving it out of the water as the cool air caught against his skin, lifting you with him as your naked cunt pressed against his thigh.

You tried to ignore the way he moved you against his thigh, instead of letting you sink down onto his cock. Knowing that before training he preferred to keep the pent up frustration inside him, telling you it made for better gameplay. A fact you continued to remind yourself of so you didn’t cry yourself to sleep when he wouldn’t touch you like he used to. But you allowed yourself to revel in this moment right now as you matched his movements, pressing yourself down against firm muscle.

The air felt stagnant as you struggled to breathe, almost suffocating as you felt the heat continue to rise. Your nails pressing crescent shaped moons into Kunigami’s shoulders as he kept his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You okay, pretty girl?” He rasped, the cool timber to his voice had your cunt clenching around nothing as you tried desperately to follow the sound.

“I— ngh, yeah.” You buried your nose into his neck to hide your flushed cheeks, focusing on the way your clit was pressed against the strong muscles in his thigh.

The scent of him was intoxicating as you allowed yourself to drown in it, your skin soaked with a thin sheen of sweat that pinned you to Kunigami.

“So pretty like this,” He hummed, “So good for me.”

Kunigami was a selfless lover, always putting your pleasure before his own. But it was always in such a warped, twisted way. He was always relentless in making you come undone before he even thought about his own pleasure, as though watching you reach that euphoria was pleasure enough. But since he’d joined BLUELOCK you wondered whether he did it out of desire or necessity.

Calloused fingers dipped into your soft curves, squeezing at the fat of your hips as you ground yourself against his leg. The saccharine sound that spilled from your lips had Kunigami bucking his hips, increasing the pressure between your thighs as he felt the prevalent throb of his neglected cock.

Kunigami nosed the side of your cheek, eager for you to sit up so he could see your pretty face. To watch the way your lashes flutter each time you catch your clit against a particular ridge of his firm thigh. Your slick drooling from your needy cunt as you soaked his skin, making it easier for you to rock your hips against him.

“Gonna get yourself off on my thigh, sweetheart?” He hums, reaching up to cup one of your soft breasts as he thumbed your hardened nipple.

Pulling your head back from his neck as you kept your eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure coursing through your veins as you neared your own bliss.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.” Kunigami whispered, brushing his nose against yours to garner your attention. Grinning when your gaze met his as he leaned forward to peck your soft lips, “Good girl.”

There was something special about moments like these, the times where you didn’t have to share your boyfriend with anyone else. Where you could convince yourself that he was all yours, and you were his.

But you knew you’d lost your Kunigami a long time ago, ever since he’d been selected for BLUELOCK. The man you loved was trapped, begging you to help him find himself. And you were trying, but for now you had these little moments like this. Where the only thing that mattered was the two of you together.

“Want you, Ren.” You mumbled, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you worked yourself towards your bliss, “Need you—”

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.” He whispered, his slender fingers slipping between your bodies to press quick, constant circles to your clit, “You’ve always got me.”

You tried to ignore the lie that seemed to flow so effortlessly from his lips as he guided you towards your peak. White spots blanking your vision as you began to convulse against his digits, riding out your climax as he continued to stroke gentle circles against you.

Your hand reached beneath the water to wrap around his thick cock, making Kunigami hiss through clenched teeth as he bucked into your touch. The water sloshing over the edge as you began to stroke him gently, the pad of your thumb swiping against his slit as a gruff groan rumbled deep in his chest. You moved to position yourself above him, preparing to feel the ache from the stretch of him— a sensation you were beginning to forget.

Until the familiar alarm began to blare on his phone, the sound like a death march as he cursed beneath his breath. Slipping out from beneath you and out of the warm bath as he stood naked in the small bathroom. Droplets of water trickled down his toned body as he reached for a towel, wrapping it around his hips as he leaned down to give you a final, lingering kiss to your lips.

Training always came first, a fact that you’d slowly begin to accept and realise. But as you lay alone in the tepid water, you wished it didn’t have to be this way. You’d never make Kunigami choose between his dream and you, it would be selfish to even ask that of him.

But deep down, it was also because you knew you wouldn’t like the answer.

#kunigami smut #kunigami x reader #rensuke kunigami x reader #kunigami x you #rensuke kunigami smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk x you #bllk x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Ok, so I have been so hyper fixated on trigun this year, and while I’m not seeing Trigun on your character list, but I saw you answered an ask for it, and I’m not 100% sure what your hard limits are for dark and dark adjacent content, and like trauma related headcanons/character reactions (or if this even technically counts as dark content?) so I’m gonna chance it and throw in a request for Vash and Wolfwood reacting to either finding out and/or running into the reader’s abusive ex, and just idk, how understanding they would try to be about things like trying to avoid startling them, giving the reader some time to ease into sexual and emotional intimacy, etc. and if they would get particularly protective, or even (probably more in Wolfwood’s case) vengeful about it, about it if they did run into said ex.

(if you don’t feel comfortable doing it 100% fine, I get it, and either way I appreciate all the writing you do! Also you’ve lowkey got me considering checking out some new shows, and manga like Bluelock, and you’ve got me thinking about RWBY for the first time in a while ngl)

I'm okay with mentioning darker topics but I don't go too into detail with them.

Pairing: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Fem!Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, abusive ex, protectiveness, kissing, intimacy issues

A/N: Blue Lock is fucking crazy, crazy fun. And RWBY has gotten pretty dark and depressing lmao.

VASH

He's a very touchy, happy guy so he was a little surprised when you recoiled from his touch

Not a violent or even confrontational guy by any means, he'd much rather talk things out then have to point his gun at someone but... if you're scared of something, or someone he gets serious

Very slow when he approaches you from behind and always announces himself beforehand

Forehead kisses, he can never give you enough of them when he sees you feeling stressed

Not much of a cook, he can make food but its nothing fancy as far as comfort food goes

When you're shaking he places his red coat over you and bundles you up in it all warm and cozy, wrapped in his scent

Tries to remove you and himself from your ex after he finds out the story behind it, no reason you should be around them for a moment longer, they don't deserve to even look at you

If they keep bothering you he will walk up to them with a calm smile on his face

He doesn't look nearly as scary when he's smiling so they wouldn't expect him pull his gun out and press it against the side of their chin

Seeing your ex sweeting bullets while Vash smiles at you and wraps his arm around you makes your heart flutter and your eyes water

NICHOLAS

He waits for you to touch him rather then him touching you, as much as he wants to he knows what its like to have bounderies crossed

Knows he's a little scary, with that almost permeant scowl he has on his face

Its good for business but not so good when he's trying to make friends, or more in your case

He's not the kind of guy to ask many questions when he sees that someone is making you uncomfortable, or even scared

Good at reading body language, he doesn't have to ask you if there's anything wrong, he can see it by your stiff posture, your hands bunched up across your chest, flinching when the other person leans in or raises their hand

On his watch no one, no matter who they are or were to you, get to reduce you to such a state of fear and get away with it without bruises

His hands will end up bloody and bruises by the time he's done beating up your ex in the back of the bar, where they can moan in pain all they want

You feel bad about Nicholas so you to wash and bandage his hands

He won't tell you not to, he knows how much you worry about him and how much you like helping him out

But once you are done he will slowly and gently wrap his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against his body, he might be a Punisher to others but you never need to be afraid of him, to you he will be your protector

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steleir · 7 days

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໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ fem! reader x kunigami rensuke, angst. i’m in such a writing block writing this alone had me fighting my demons.

the apeathetic look in his eyes was funny, almost. your heart beating faster than it ever has. the raindrops that landed on the windows, slowly sliding down the clear glass, mimicking your own tears.

it was humbling when you rushed to hug him when he stepped through your front door with a copy of your keys in hand.

he was the only one allowed to barge in like this. just like how he barged into your heart and carved a perfect place for him to sit, right at the centre of your heart. you ran to hug him, only to be met with coldness—no arms wrapping around you, no hand that would be placed at your head as kunigami placed a kiss right at the crown of your head.

nothing, just the feeling of his hard abs through his t-shirt and silence. silence that rang into your ears so loudly. "kuni..." you mumbled, pulling away and looking up at his dead eyes.

dread rushed through your body at the sight, the boy you once knew—the boy you once loved—wasn't there.

...at least not anymore, and he wasn't coming back any time soon. was he?

what happened in bluelock to make him like this?

"we're never getting back together, got it?" he said demandingly.

it was only a day after he revived the letter from bluelock that he broke up with you, saying he couldn't bare the thought of having to make you wait for however long this program could last.

but when he returned, he promised, that if you still loved him, you could be together again.

but, look where that led you. to you having a throbbing heart and souly yearning for the orange-haired boy.

you went quiet, struggling to figure out what to do—what to even say.

"kuni, you can't just leave me like that..." you whispered to yourself, though deep down wishing he heard. "i can; i don't love you anymore," he shrugged, his apathetic eyes staring daggers into your own empathetic ones.

you got on your toes and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning closer and closer. lips yearning for his.

for some reason, he hasn't pulled away; he just froze. and somewhere behind the shock, you swore you could see the boy you once loved hiding. from you—from the world.

you lips smashed against his as he found himself kissing you back, the tears that still tripped down from your eyes squishing against his cheek.

you pulled away eventually, and you couldn't help but notice how his lips still chased after yours. like his mouth said one thing, but his body said a whole other thing.

"tell me if you change your mind," you mumbled, trying to hold back tears, to no avail, however.

they ran down all the way to your neck.

in a way, you hoped his didn't change his mind, because you knew if he did, you'd run right back, causing yourself even more hurt. you had to move on.

#૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა ( literature )#bllk angst #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk #bluelock #bluelock x you #bluelock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock #blue lock x reader #kunigami rensuke x you #kunigami rensuke x reader

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chattaboochel · 1 year

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Fluid Hearts | Chapter 1

My Ego Awakens

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, smut (eventually) , harem x afabOC.

Words: 5.4k

Tags (Open): @hellothere9597

“Anri, come look at this”, Anri wasn’t expecting Ego of all people wanting to show her something out of his own volition.

“What is it- who’s this?”, Ego had already started playing footage from which he collected earlier. “A diamond in the rough.”

Anri watches as the video displays a black and blue haired soccer player, their physical build didn’t look too much out of the ordinary, noting their pierced ears and a nasty looking scar that cut directly into their brow.

“Why are you-” Anri stops her self as she watches the mystery player being to display exceptional abilities on the soccer field, the woman specifically observing how they moved their body and utilised it to their advantage. Each of their movements were fluid, graceful, but strong and controlled. “Incredible. Those plays, their form! Wow!”

“Potential that is wasted within that mediocre team.” Ego gruffly states, his hands in front of him as he tosses Anri the players file.

“Hisaya Sora, only 17 and already so talented-“

“Hisaya Kazumas youngest daughter.”

Anri knew that name, having to brush up on many different star athletes for this job. “Kazumas child? No wonder they’re so- wait… daughter?”

“It took you that long to figure it out?”

“What- I didn’t even think-“

“That’s because you have the brain of a simpleton Anri.”

“Ugh you’re impossible. Where did you even get this footage anyway.”

Ego barely acknowledges Anri, still going over Soras impressive performance in the video, especially when she seemlessly steals the ball off a mid fielder , her form sliding to the ground in one movement and she gets herself back up in the next moment. “Her coach Tak- whatever his name is , records each of her games , apparently she watches each video to asses her skills.”

“And he just gave it to you?”

“With some incentive.”

“Jeez…”, She sweat drops, the less she knew the better. “but this kid is certainly something-“

“I want a Bluelock invitation sent to her, today.”

“What?”, she gasps, pausing the video to look at the unphased Ego. “I agree this girl is talented but with all due respect , the program is for us to create the next male striker. She can’t participate, it would be a breach of the rules.”

“This is why our country has never excelled within the bracket, we follow the rules, procedures. How can we expect to dominate the other teams if we just stick to what we know? Where’s the risk that brings the highest of all rewards.”

“But sir, the board surely will not approve-“

“I believe an exception can be made.”

“Hey sis I’m home!”

Sora kicked open open the door with an exhausted sigh, trudging through her shared apartment. She lazily chucked her sports bag across from her with thunk.

“Yiri!!! Where are-”

Hisaya Yiri, Soras older sister and current guardian. Yiri made her living writing short stories for a nearby library so most of her time is spent fussing over her stories in her work tablet.

Yiri stumbles out the kitchen with a huff, her long black hair tied loosely in a low pony, “You know using the door knob instead of kicking the door open is just as effect- and for the last time don’t just leave your bag there!”

“What’s wrong with there?”

Yiri scowls, adjusting her glasses before crossing her arms. “Does this look like your bedroom?”

“No I’m not blind sis, it’s the living room.”, she brushes her off, flopping onto one of the couches. “Exactly, therefore your bag should maybe go , oh I don’t know, in your room?”

“Yeah probably.” Sora moves her hand around , looking for the remote of their tv but finding something else instead. “Hey isn’t this your tablet? That’s not in ,you know, your room?”

Sora smirked as she held up her sisters work device that she just saved from the dark casims that existed between her couch. Yiri mumbled something under her breath, hiding her embarrassment. “You- ugh, you get this one and only this one okay.”

“Yeah I know.” Sora hands over Yiris prized tablet before she popped a blood vessel, trying not to enjoy her sisters frustration too much.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah yeah”, Sora laughs and wraps her arm around her sister, giving her a brief side hug before resuming her position on the couch.

Yiri softly smiled at her, no matter how much Sora aggravated her to no end, she loved her. “Oh ! A letter came for you in the mail, I left it up in your room. Now go wash up before dinner, you fucking reek.”

“Oh thanks. It’s not like I didn’t just come from a game.” Sora pretends she doesn’t she the way Yiris face contorts at the mention of soccer, choosing to roll her eyes as she starts rushing up the stairs.

“Sora.”

“What?”

Yiri groans, pointing to the discarded bag. “Forgetting something?”

Sora had been staring at the letter for 20 minuets, having to re read each sentence over and over again to make sure she hadn’t gone mad.

The Japanese Football Union.

‘You’ve been selected to become a certified athlete.’

She couldn’t believe it, that she had been sought out for her skills. Her hands flick through not one but two letters.

Dear Hisaya Sora.

As you can no doubt see you have been selected to take place in a very special program that I am heading myself.

This program will finally create a team worthy of entering and destroying the competition at the World Cup.

I sent you this invitation despite the fact you are one of the opposite sex, your potential is wasted in that team you play in and if you’re not completely idiotic you can too.

I’m taking a chance on you brat, don’t squander it.

Ego Jinpachi.

‘This would make everything worth it, everything dad drilled into me, every day in moms studio. It wouldn’t be for nothing.’

Fire lit within Soras heart, excitement and nervousness ignited with her body. Whoever Jinpachi was she promised that she would not squander this chance.

She just had to somehow break it to her sister…

Yiri didn’t come to see her off that morning, Soras older sister had a pension for the dramatics. Last nights argument made that clear.

‘I see him every time you play Sora! I just can’t support this! I won’t!’

‘You hate our father more than your care about your own sister!’

But she wouldn’t allow her sister to get in the way of this dream, in that fact maybe she was more like her father than she thought.

Sora wasn’t one for formal wear but it sure beat wearing a dumbass skirt. she did somewhat stick to her uniform by wearing the dress shirt and pants but forgoes the blazer to dawn her favourite black zip up hoodie.

She choose to keep her hood up , force of habit, tucking her hands into her jacket pocket as she rounded the corner of a building. She catches a look at two figures talking by the Japanese Football union sign.

‘That’s the one.’

Sora observes the two boys in particular, chatting with some familiarity but she deduced there wasn’t much of a sense of comraderie between the two. Aqqaintances at best.

“If we were on the same team you’d hit some amazing passes to me I’m sure.”

“O-Oh! Thank you.” The boy blushes at the compliment from the bright eyed boy. ‘His words are so condescending, like he can’t do more than pass to him…’ Sora frowned at the blonde kid, throwing her hood back as she walked toward them.

“Guessing you two got the letter right?”

The boys perk up at her voice, darting surprised looks at Sora as she leant against the wall beside the door of the building. “Uh hi!”

“Hey there, you too huh?”, Sora nods at the blonde, waiting for the other boy to calm down from his shock so could form a sentence. “Y-Yeah kinda crazy right?”, the black haired boy responds, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Tell me about it. You mind me third wheeling with you guys?”

“Hey the more the merrier right? Im Kira Ryosuke. That’s Yoichi Isagi.”

“Hey.” He says with a little wave.

‘Hm cute.’ Sora looks at Isagi with a newfound interest as her fingers fiddle her piercings.

“Hisaya Sora but just call me Sora.”

Isagi takes in Soras appreance, short dark and rich black hair, the ends faded into a bright fluorescent blue, matching their clear crystal eyes. Her ears were decorated with black lined studs and rings, he wondered if Sora actually kept them in while they played soccer.

He noticed a particularly mean looking scar that was carved into their eyebrow, ending just atop Soras eye.

She could feel Isagi looking at her most prominent scar, she could always tell when someone was, she swallows an uncomfortable breath , looking away whilst clearing her throat .

‘Hisaya Sora, where have I heard that name before? Hisaya…… Hisaya….’ Isagi contemplates before it suddenly dawns on him, his mind replaying the days when he was a kid, watching the great legends of his favourite sport. ‘Hisaya Kazuma! Japans star player of the 90’s but that would mean this guy is his son.’

“Wait, that would make you related to Hisaya Kazuma! ”, Kira couldn’t contain his excitement, to think someone of Sora Hisayas class would be in a program with him, he thought it was an honour. “No way, You’re his son!”

Hisaya only nods in acknowledgment, her face stoic at this continued talk of her now deceased father. Isagis eyes seem to pick up on that, even though he’d love to grill the child of the great Kazuma Hisaya, one of his favourite athletes, he chose not to.

Sora appreciated Isagis tact, something Kira seemed to lack.

“He was incredible, no one could top him on the field but you already know that! You must be a prodigal son”

‘Hisayas son’

Thats what he was right? for some reason that didn’t feel right to Isagi. But what else could he be?

“Good thing my sister didn’t hear you say that. Now let’s go already, no one’s becoming a certified athlete by standing out here, freezing our asses off.”

“Shall we?” Kira extends his arm in an attempt to be curtious , Sora had to contain her eye roll .

‘Maybe I’m looking too far into it’, Isagi puts away his thoughts for now, following Kira and Hisaya toward the building. “Yes, please.”

“Oh c’mon, we don’t have to be all weird and formal with each other. I’m glad we met.”

Isagis cheeks lightly flush. “Me too.. and you as well Hisaya!”

“It’s Sora dimwit”, she flicks his forehead playfully with a giggle, Isagi gasps and rubbing his head with a shy grin. “R-Right!”

“They really grabbed anyone with a pulse for this.” The room was packed with people and they possibly had the weirdest haircuts Sora had ever seen, and here she thought she may have stood out.

“Yeah, I see some I recognise too.” Kira points out the few he knew, though Sora found herself not paying much mind to him. Kira’s presence was slowly starting to irk the girl, his impression outside was less than stellar.

‘Couldn’t hurt the scout out the competition I guess’ She recognised a few players, some she’d seen at school when they would visit for games, others she’d only seen online watching other tournaments but she couldn’t put names to the faces. They were a pain to remember.

‘Heh I sound like-’ She spots both a white head of hair and a purple one off in the distance. ‘Ha! Speak of the devil’ Sora wouldn’t mistake Seishiro Nagi and Mikage Reo for anyone else.

After all , she and Reo were childhood friends, curtesy of their mothers. She met Nagi in highschool and the three of them were inseparable. You’d never see one without the other two far behind.

After Soras father died, Yiri made the executive decision to move away so that meant transferring schools. Sora begged her sister to stay but her sister refused to budge, and there wasn’t much she could do against her legal guardian as a minor.

That didn’t stop her from keeping in contact with the two of them.

‘I should’ve figured those two would get an invite’, She thought with a quick laugh, ready to walk over to the duo before a voice cuts in.

“And test, test. Congratulations and welcome diamonds in the rough.” A spotlight shines on the stage ahead, revealing a man with black rimed glasses and a bowl cut to match. “You are the under 18 strikers who have been chosen by my arbitrary advice and decision making. And I am Jinpachi Ego, I am the man who was hired to ensure Japan’s victory at the World Cup.”

‘So this is Ego.’ His mannerisms in the letter fit him perfectly.

“Who is he? Do you guys know him?”, Isagi shakes his head. “No clue. What about you Sora?”

“Only know the name.” It wasn’t a lie but she figured telling the two that she had been specifically scouted by Jinpachi wouldn’t do her any favours.

“Japan needs one thing and that’s the birth of a revolutionary striker. I’ll be running a few experiments to figure out which one of you 300 is capable of becoming the single best striker of the world.”

“Here at this facility, Bluelock”, the screen behind Ego changes, warping into the insides of the facility Jinpachi had just mentioned. “Starting today, you will all live there together and undergo the specialised training that I have devised. You won’t be allowed to go home and your previous soccer careers will be but a mere memory.”

“But I promise you this, if you fight hard enough, if you become the last man standing out of the 300 candidates then you be the best striker in the world.”

Sora crossed her arms in silence, noting the varied groups of nervous men in the room while she was completely calm, was enough for her to smirk ever so slightly.

“Hey, uh, excuse me? Sorry but I can’t agree to these conditions.”, Soras brows perk up at Kira, Ego himself was glaring down at the young boy. “All of us have teams that we’ve given our loyalty too and some of us have nationals coming up and you want me to abandon my team for what huh?”

Echos of other likeminded idiots sound out from the room, aggreeing with Mr bright eyes. Sora scoffed, leaning her arm on Isagis shoulder, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “Hey Isagi, is your friend always such a Boy Scout?”

“What? I-I guess?”, the heat of her breath on his his ear nearly made him topple over, the blush returning to his cheeks. “To be honest I don’t actually know him that well.”

“Figures.” She hummed in his ear, founding his shoulder rather comfy.

“Lock off! If anyone wants to leave them go! Are your perspectives really that limited? You’d rather return to high schools backwater competitions than be the worlds best striker?!”

“The future of Japan is in your hands? It’s enough to make a man weep”, Sora could’ve sworn she saw the man twitch before redirecting himself to the centre of the stage. “But let me ask you this. What is soccer? Is it about 11 players working together? The bonds that you forge? Sacrifice? Fighting for your team mates? That kind of thinking is why this countries game as remained weak!”

“Soccer is about scoring more goals than your opponent does”. Soras heart thumps louder, “Whoever scores the most is the best, end of story. If you just want a fun game with your pals then lock off.”

“This guy is crazy”, Isagi muttered into Soras ear, who contained a giggle, his breath tickling her skin. “But he’s passionate at least, unlike some of the others”, Sora detached herself from Isagi to point at Kira as he continued to make a fool out of himself.

“Those players are my heros!! Now take it back!”

This sent Ego down a spiral, the screen flashing between 3 of the greatest players throughout the world. “And of course Kazuma Hisaya said it himself. Forget the others on your team, in the end it’s you who gets them to victory.”

Soras fists clenched at the blown out picture of her father in his glory days, even back then he didn’t care about anything else other than himself.

Isagi said nothing but put his hand on her shoulder. “Real hero my father was huh.” She muttered angrilly, thinking that she was starting to sound like her sister. Isagi beginning to understand why the girl insisted on being called Sora over her last name.

“You can’t be Japan’s greatest striker without first being the biggest egoist.”, Isagis grip on Soras shoulder tightened, feeling something with him stir. Sora felt it too.

‘His words, could they be true? Is that why I havnt progressed any further than just nationals?’ Soras heart thudded in her chest again, harder and louder.

“Now pass through and be transformed, discard comman sense and remember when you’re out on the field you’re a star.”

“Nothing should bring your more joy than your own goals”, Soras breath hitched, remembering each time she has scored a goal, how her body felt like it was on fire. Opposed to when ever she had to give up the ball for a team mate to score, she would be cold, something in her would thrash in her against it, wanting to push onward, to Make…. The …. Shot.

But she wouldn’t, her coach would say it was greedy to go out on her own and not rely on her team mates so she would play along, and pass.

‘Is that what I was doing? Stamping out my own ego for others?‘

“Live only for that glorious moment and if you can’t… then you’re no striker at all!”

Isagi ran head first, eyes blazing with a new fond determination. ‘I am a striker!’

Sora laughs , her tongue glides over her teeth before sprinting off after Isagi, her pronounced canines on show.

The commotion behind her didn’t matter, for she would become one of the greatest strikers in Japan no… the world!

Maybe for the first time in her life, she choose to give in to her ego and she had never felt more free.

‘Man this suit is fucking skin tight, and the binder doesn’t help at all.’

Sora hand goes to her now compressed chest under suit, feeling the fabric that bound her breast down to appear flat chested.

She knew she’d have to go through with this when she came here, she only wished the damn thing wasn’t so uncomfortable.

Luckily she wasn’t gifted with the most voluptuous breasts but without the binder, it definitely would’ve been obvious that Sora was in fact a woman.

Her fingers play at the collar of her the top, taking a quick glance at her arm to see the numbers 292 and the letter Z under it plastered on the fabric.

‘Must be our ranks, at least I’m not all the way at the bottom’,

Readjusting her clothes in her arms before she passed a door with the letter Z printed on it in blue, with her hands full she used her leg to kick it open.

‘Can already hear Yiri in my ear for that one’ she thought with a sad sigh, already missing her dotting big sister, even after their argument.

“Hey is that you Sora?”

“Isagi!”, Yoichis face let Sora forget about her home life for a moment as she jogged over, happy to see someone she was familiar with. “Looks like we’re stuck with eachother a bit longer huh?” She raises her hand up and Isagi laughs, smiling gratefully as his hand clasps over hers. “Yeah guess so.”

“Hope you two havnt forgotten about me.”

“Oh hey Kira.” Sora just couldn’t place why Kira irked her so much but she knew that her good mood already started to sour with Mr Boy Scout in the same room. “I’m glad you two are here, I know someone at least.”

Isagi nods. “You read my mind haha ah!-“ a shirt comes flying into Isagis face. “Didn’t see you there”, Sora sees the perpetrator, though the guy is hard to miss with his height, insanely muscular build and with hair as bright as a sunset. “My bad.”

“It was just an accident, I hope-” Isagi goes to give the shirt back, not noticing the sleeping soul on the ground. “Hey Isagi? you might wanna look down.”

“Sora what are you- huh?” He jumps away with start, finally noticing the guy passed out on the floor.

“Hey~ stop hogging the ball and pass it to me”,

‘He’s even dreaming about Soccer’, Sora tilted her head in wonder, going as far as to kneel down and touch the bob cut boys cheek with her finger.

Poke, poke.

Still asleep. ‘Man he’s like Nagi when he’s sleeping. Adorable like him too.’

“Uh Sora? Arent you supposed to have changed in here?” Kira asks the girl who’s still watching the sleepy boy on the ground. “Changed on my way here, figured it would be faster.”

“You changed out in the hall? Where there’s cameras? ”, the orange boy asked this time, staring at Sora as if she had 3 heads. “Is that a problem buff boy?”

“Jeez, you have no shame.”, turning around with his back facing her. “Not really no.” Sora , without taking her eyes off whoever the sleeping boy was, tossed her clothes behind her, hearing the fabric hit the orange boys toned back. He glared at Sora but she was still occupied with the sleeping boy, still poking him to see if she could wake him up.

Begrudgingly he picked up Soras clothes, tossing them in a locker as he clearly wasn’t going to. ‘What a child’ he thought with scoff.

“Hey!! You’re Ryonoske Kira!!!! Wow I can’t believe it.” Kira shyly shakes the bold boy hand who looks at him with stars in his eyes. “Y-Yeah it is.”

“Oh look another boy to join the Kira kiss ass club.” Sora chirps out, not caring that Kira threw her a dejected look her way. The bald boy didn’t seem to take it as insult as he looks at both Isagi and Sora with a goofy smile, waving his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Gurimu Igarashi!”

“Yeah, hey.”

“Yo.” Sora gave a little salute with her hand, half listening about how apparently Igarashi is a monk or from a family of them. The only thing Sora found interest in was the numbers on his his shirt sleeve.

300. Rock bottom.

‘I shouldn’t have to worry about him then’

“Are you finished changing? My little diamonds in the rough.” Close to the ceiling was a giant TV, Egos face now plastered on it, looking over everyone in the room. “Think of the players you’re sharing this place your roommates and also your rivals.”

Ego continues to explain the ranking system, Isagi now begins to notice that he is unfortunately ranked at 299.

‘I’m the second worst player here?!’ Isagi dispaurs, more so when sees that even Sora is sitting at a higher rank than he is.

“The top 5 will get to play in a special game six months from now. These athletes will be registered as forwards at the U20 World Cup.”

Gasps go around the room, that opportunity is a dream for each of these players.

‘Where’s the catch?’ Sora brought her hand to chin, suspecting something else at play, nothing like this is ever given out for free.

“Additionally those here who loose at Bluelock, firefight the right to ever represent Japan.”

“That would be the catch.” Sora not bothering to keep that one to herself, listening to Ego prattle on, before a cunning look emerges from his eyes.

“Let’s play a game of tag shall we?”

A ball drops down landing a few feet awat from Isagi. “You have 136 seconds, whoever is struck by the ball is ‘it’ whoever is ‘it’ when time runs out will be locked off.”

‘So don’t be caught it last, noted.’

“Also. No using your hands~”

The screen flashes away as the game begins, the system deeming Igarashi Gurimu as the first one to be it.

“What? This isn’t how you play soccer”, some boy remarks in the room, Sora found herself eye rolling at the level of idiocy.

‘There’s factors of soccer here, but this game isn’t about that. He’s testing our egos.’

“I gotta be it first because I’m ranked the lowest?” The boy monk grumbles, resting his foot on the ball. “Alright let’s do this! No hard feelings anyone!”

More protests, Sora shook her head, stretching out her arms and legs. “Just play the game.” Most of the boys looked at her with shock, partially thinking how insane this girl was.

“If I’m kicked out I’ll be a monk for the rest of my life!” That’s all it took for the boy to start sprinting, dribbling the ball on his feet as the group dispirsts.

Sora separates from Isagi, instead finding herself behind Igarashi, figuring the monk would go after players closer to his own rank. “Sorry Isagi!”

‘Figures’ He shoots the ball but Isagi and the others with him manage to dodge, the ball rebounding off the white wall back to him.

“He’s not going to get anywhere unless he actually starts using his head.” Sora mutters to herself but not expecting the boy beside her her would hear and let alone recognise her.

“Sora? The hell are doing here?”

She turned to see her classmate of all people, Hyoma Chigiri, a flabbergasted look on his face. Now there’s a surprise that’s for sure.

“Hey Chigiri”, she winks, sticking her tongue out cheekily as he continues to look at her , baffled. “But how are you-“

With everyone distracted, Sora sprinted over to him, pressing her finger to his lips. “Talk after kay? Better survive the next minute or so Princess.”

His face flushed slightly but he nods, knowing he’ll get his explanation afterwards.

Sora decides to run back to Isagis side, hearing Kira ramble about how ridiculous the current setup is. “Sora!”

She waves quickly at Isagi before smacking the back of her hand on Kira’s chest. “Quit the preaching and focus. You really wanna find out what happens if you end up loosing?”

Kira didn’t expect Sora to lecture him so harshly but she didn’t give him a moment longer, turning her keen eye on Igarshi fumbling around the room, failing to hit anyone.

“I can’t hit anyone!”, he sees the boy from before still sleeping and it seemed finally he caught a break. “It’s a cheap shot but so what. You’re it!”

Hisaya watched as the bob cut leaps up into a handstand, kicking Igarshi in the face and away from him, blood flying from his nose. “Hey! That’s a foul! If this was a real game you would be red carded-“

“He said only hand balls were against the rules didn’t he?” He rubs his eyes, still somewhat half asleep. “Good morning.”

Isagi watched the encounter too. ‘Man what’s with this guy?’

He turned to Sora to gauge her opinion on him but he saw her smile, his eyes glinting with intrigue. ‘Whatever it is , has caught Soras interest big time.’

“Hey. I’m not a fan of playing dirty alright. I want a clean game.”, the brute from before clasps his hand on bob cuts shoulder, glaring down at him.

“Aye, aye Mr strait laced.”

Sora jogged over in front of ‘mr strait laced’, hands on hips. “Maybe you should be lecturing that one-“

Unbenoyst to the others, Igarshi took advantage of the distraction aiming his shoot at Sora who had turned her back on him. He had this in the bag, he knew it. ‘He so thin, getting him should be a piece of cake!’

The ball flew , seeming like it would hit Sora right on but the room goes out in gasps as they see the girl throw her head back as her body falling into a back bend. The ball barely missed her, instead hitting the boy behind her square in the face.

“Woah…”

“How the fuck did he do that?”

Kira awed beside Isagi, who nodded too, witnessing Soras impressive control of their body had him too in awestruck. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that before! Kazuma was known for his more brute type of playing style so there’s no way Sora learned that from his dad.’

“Left yourself open! Amen”, monk boy pretends that was his plan was to hit ‘ Kunigami’ in the first place, his confidence needed a severe reality check Sora thought.

With only a minuet left, Kunigami Rensuke had been declared ‘it’. “You bastard! I’m going to destroy you!!!!!”

He wastes so time to take his shot, unsurprisingly Igarshi sticks to his dirty tactics and holds Isagi in front of him, blocking his body as Kunigami shot reigns in, slamming into Isagis stomach so hard it sent him backwards to the ground.

“Sorry, wrong person…”

Sora winced, seeing Isagi almost choke on his spit. “You alright Isagi?!”, he pants, looking up at the clock, he only had 59 seconds to hit someone. ‘Things can’t end here, I won’t let them’

He kicks the ball, failing to hit anyone head on as the time continued to tick against him. “C’mon Isagi….”

Bob cut hears Soras quiet encouragements for Isagi, an idea coming to mind. He throws himself on Kunigamis back, giggling as he uses his limbs to hold him in places just as Isagi was chasing after Igarshi.

“Come on! Nows your chance! Wouldn’t want Blueberry’s cheers to wasted would you?”

‘Blueberry?’ Both Isagi and Sora thought simultaneously. ‘Is he supposed to be referring to me?’ She deadpans at Bachira who only grinned.

‘Wait, Sora was cheering for me?’ He looks at him and Sora shyly smiles, blushing slightly.

The moment is broken by Kunigami throwing Bachira off his back, crashing down onto Igarshi. Sora whistles. “Damn he’s strong.”

“Well that hurt hehe”, he said as if he hadn’t gotten hurt at all, still smiling as he found this whole situation amusing.

“Quit laughing and G-get off me!”, Igarshi goes to stand but his leg shakes, his hand going to his leg as he feels pain circling around his ankle. “Sprained it… w-wait. Time out.”

Everyone in the room knew he was done for, Isagi would take the shot and the time would finish with Igarshi as the one it and first one to leave.

“Isagi!!”, Kira yells out from his safe spot. “Hit him now! Take the shot!” Sora scoffed, ‘So much for that idealism. What a phoney.”

25 seconds remained and Isagi had yet to make the shot, Igarshi scrambling to get away from him. “Hey… hold on. Stay back I mean it! I don’t want to go out like this! It isn’t fair!”

Isagi looked at him as if he was prey, ready to be devoured after a long chase, the sweat dripped from his body.

‘If I shoot then this guys soccer career is over. No this is about survival, that’s how blue lock works. Making my dream come true means destroying someone else’s, no other way around it!’

20 seconds and time was in a stand still, Sora too was starting yo get nervous. ‘What is he doing ? Won’t he make the shot?’

“Thats not right… in order to change, I need to be something I’m not. I came here to turn things around. To become the best in the world!”

‘Unless I beat someone stronger than me, that won’t happen!’

She could see it, swirling in his eyes , like a flame burning within him. ‘He won’t settle for mediocrity…Heh, now we’re talking Isagi!’

Sora chuckled, watching Isagi turn away, facing the sleep boy who now pointed at him, matching Soras grin. “I like you. You’re right, you wanna beat someone?”

He steals the ball straight out from Isagi, the screen changing to show the name Meguru Bachira, rank 290. “Then it should be the strongest player.”

“W-What? Me!”

Bachira chuckled darkly, watching Kira try to escape him but he wouldn’t let him. “Hey blueberry! You want in on this too right?”

Sora gasps slightly, no realising she had followed Bachira closely after he stole the ball, but her excitement took over her suprise. She doesn’t say a word, only winks at him, speeding ahead as Bachira dribbled onward, keeping Kira’s attention on him.

Bachira sees Sora reach the wall, shooting the ball at Kira who he knew would dodge. Sora uses the wall as leverage and kicks off it, her body turning just as her mother taught her and her foot reaches the ball, sending it back to Bachira.

He sees the ball fly over him, he manipulates his body down like before, making sure his foot hits the ball back toward Isagi who Kira had foolishly ran towards.

Mere seconds remained but that was enough time for Isagi to kick the ball once more, and it hit its mark, flying into Kira’s face, marking him as the last one to be ‘it’ just as the time runs out.

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𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔭𝔞𝔦 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔄𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔬… 🔪💗

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : it’s valentine’s Day… you gathered all your courage, and with that, you decided that you will confess to them, and ask them to be your valentine!!~ however… there was someone else with him … if he can’t be yours, then nobody should… they can’t have him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ content warning : mentions of blood, slaughter, corpses, extreme violence, gore, jealously, etc. please click off if you feel uncomfortable !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ including : hyoma chigiri, seishiro nagi, yoichi isagi, and meguru bachira !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre : horror !

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes : be aware, I don’t watch Bluelock, I just know some of it because of my friends. so i apologize if their personalities are off, I’m googling them— also, again, the context below may be very triggering, so PLEASE click off if you feel uncomfortable. if my post it to much, please tel me and i will refrain from writing violence.

ちぎり ⚽️ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ ⚽️ ひょうま

You had a bouquet of roses with an envelope in between the cherry red flowers, and a box of chocolate. It was Valentine’s Day, the day for love … the day for couples … the day for confessions. Just thinking about Chigiri makes your mind run wild. Anything could happen!~

You sprinted down the halls, peeking the corner just to see another girl blushing while handing Chigiri some flowers. Your heart sunk… Chigiri was yours, and yours only! … Nobody else can have him … you had his favorite flowers, not her … the worst part? Chigiri looked interested … she can’t have him ! Never, never, never, never, never …

You waited for the girl to then the corner, asking as if you were just walking by. Purposely, you bump into her, making her fall backwards. In order ego give her a false sense of trust, you help her up with a kind smile. But really? You wanted to twist her arm right then and there … though, not in front of Chigiri, then he’d think you’re a monster … you were only watching over him, it’s not even anything bad ! Now, is it ?…

The girl thanked you with gentle and sweet eyes … she was too delicate. Was that why Chigiri liked her? You hate it, but it’s good to know. The bell soon rang, and so it meant dismissal time. However, you quickly caught up to the girl, telling her that she had a bit of period blood on her skirt. This was completely false. You walked her to the bathroom. A few other students in there just left as they were fixing their hair or makeup. You closed the door, leading her to one of the stalls and grabbing a piece of tissue, handing it to her. When she was looking for any blood on her skirt… you pressed her against the stall door, banging he head on the door repeatedly until she blacked out and bled before stuffing her head in the toilet. You quickly fled the scene … Chigiri was yours, you would never let anyone take him away from you … he was the one that made you see colors in this cruel world, you wouldn’t leave him …

Your plan succeeded. The student was eliminated, you weren’t questioned, and police closed the case without suspecting you as the murderer ….

凪清 ⚽️ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ ɴᴀɢɪ ⚽️ 史郎

You’ve been obsessing over Seishiro for a very long time now. Ever since he helped you up, he brightened your entire world … he may only be one man, though, he was the only reason why your heart started beating again. You couldn’t see it, but you obsession just increased more and more. You dedicated your room to him and write about him in your journal everyday.

It was Valentine’s Day … you bought Seishiro a small bottle of cologne, a box of chocolate, and a teddy bear. Everything was perfect !! Except for one thing … Seishiro had a lover. Of course, you saw the two holding hands with Seishiro gifting his girlfriend a box of chocolate, a bouquet of roses, and matching shirts … that should’ve been you! You scowled, dropping the items and pulling on your hair. You were like a volcano about to explode … you had to get rid of her … now. And you knew exactly how.

It was the end of class, meaning it was lunch time. Seishiro’s girlfriend was still packing her things while Seishiro waited at a cafeteria table. You left the class with everyone else, but once the halls were clear and everyone was in the cafeteria, you took another door inside the classroom. You pulled out a small dagger and hid it behind your back. —“Hey, h/n! Do you need help with that?” You asked softly, and h/n nodded in response. You didn’t want to just catch her off guard since she’d scream. She was thanking you until …

You stabbed her in the back, with no remorse. With a crazed look your face, you slashed her neck, leaving a huge, bleeding cut. You then quickly shoved her corpse in a locked as well as her backpack and things, shutting it quietly before dropping the knife, making sure you don’t leave you fingerprints on it as you used your sleeve. She was finally eliminated, it gave you satisfaction and satisfaction only … you finally had a chance ! All you had to do now was comfort Seishiro who was obviously completely devastated after the situation was announced on the speakers. You reassured him and stayed by his side, the two of you growing closer to eachother.

Your mission was accomplished. The police didn’t suspect you as the killer, and suspected the last student that left the class as the murderer instead …

伊佐 ⚽️ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ⚽️ 木洋

You woke up almost immediately before your alarm even went off. You double-checked your calendar … it was indeed the day for love, Valentine’s Day! Nothing and nobody else mattered, just Isagi … you pictured the two of you guys holding hands together under a cherry blossom tree, daydreaming for a few moments before quickly getting ready for school.

You grabbed the items you planned to give to Isagi … a stuffed animal, his favorite animal, a book of his favorite author, and a box of chocolates. Basic, though you knew he was going to love it ! It was just that he was quite pipular, so of course, many other female students surrounded him, wanting to be his Valentine …. Of course. You observed the group of ladies surrounding Isagi, writing each of their names on a piece of paper…

After writing all the female’s names, you proceeded wrote a small letter for each student. It was a letter to threaten and scare them off … luckily, Isagi didn’t choose anyone for his valentines yet. You slid all the letters into the girl’s lockers, and one in your own so you wouldn’t be suspected as someone behind all this. This was during lunch time when the halls were empty… after all, if anyone went in you and Isagi’s way, you will not hesitate to resort to violence …

When lunch finally ended and everyone went to the locker to grab their books, every female that had surrounded Isagi from earlier had gasped as your letter fell on them as soon as they opened their locker. You made it seemed as if you got the same letter and acted surprised. Everyone looked around …

After school hwieved, you went to Isagi to ask if he could be your valentine shyly, staring at the ground while shifting you weight from one side to another. He … accepted ! You couldn’t be happier. Anyone who overheard didn’t suspect a thing either since they saw you get a letter as well, so they just thought you were brave…

めぐる ⚽️ ᴍᴇɢᴜʀᴜ ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ ⚽️ バチラ

You arrived at school first before anyone else. Why? Because today was Valentine’s Day, and you had promised yourself to ask Bachira to be your valentine today … you couldn’t let anyone steal him, now could you ? As soon as the other students, you immediately xmained the crowd insanely, looking for the one you obsessed oh so much over … he was the purpose of your life, you were convinced the two of you were just meant to be, that the two of you were soulmates.

Finally! You spotted Bachira, then you see the school’s cheerleader flirting with him, shaking her damn rear in his face. What angered you the most? Bachira, being the eccentric guy he is, flirted back with the cheerleader … oh how you just wanted to push her to the ground and punch her face … you were going to do something with her, and it wasn’t going to be good.

You had chemistry with that same cheerleader. Before class, you poured some gasoline in the cheerleader’s beaker. You knew the potions you guys would use today would create an explosion, so you put gas in hopes it would catch that bratty cheerleader on fire. You weren’t going to have mercy to her or anyone who would get in your way of having Bachita.

Once it was chemistry, the teacher instructed everyone to pour the clear liquid on the desk inside the beaker, so that’s what everyone did. You heard a scream of distress and held back a sinister smirk while turning your head to the cheerleader who was on fire, a student quickly putting in the flames with the emergency extinguisher. Everyone’s faces froze in horror.

As for the investigation, the police failed to catch the murderer, you. You had smashed the cameras so there was no evidence. All fingers were then pointed on the teacher, as he was the only one in the classroom as day …

#blue lock #yandere #chigiri hyoma #chigiri x reader #chigiri x you #seishiro nagi #seishiro x reader #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #yoichi x reader #bachira meguru #bachira x reader

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