a/n: hihi anonn! Omg thank you sososo much !! And also tysm for requesting again, feel free to request more !! This idea is sooo cutee, enjoy !!

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Mini you & mini me

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Kurona Ranze

You placed the tiny pink-haired plush in Kurona’s hands. It had his shark hoodie, soft little eyes, and even his drowsy little smile.

His face lit up, pink in his cheeks. “Shark. Me?”

You pulled out the second plush, a mini version of you, and dramatically made the two plushies face each other.

“Ranze, I missed you so much!” you squeaked in a high voice, bouncing the mini you.

Kurona blinked, then smiled. “Missed you too, too.”

Pause.

He softly bumped his plushie against yours. “Kiss, kiss.”

You gasped. “Kurona!”

He looked entirely serious. “That’s what they’d do, they'd do.”

Your heart exploded. Skrunkly plushie supremacy.

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Itoshi Sae

You handed him the plushie with a grin. “Ta-da! Mini Sae.”

He blinked. “…You made this?”

“Mhm! And this is mini me.” You held up your own plush. “Now you’ll never be alone in Spain~”

“…Hmph.” He examined the doll. “It’s actually good.”

Then, you made the plushies face each other.

“Mini Sae, do you love me?”

“…No.” you replied in a mock-deep voice.

“Too bad! smooch!” You shoved them together dramatically.

Sae looked at you, deadpan. “Are you twelve.”

You wiggled your plush. “Mini me thinks you’re a tsundere.”

His ears turned red. He kept the plush on his bed.

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Isagi Yoichi

“YOICHI, GUESS WHAT I MADE!”

You launched a plush at him. It bonked him in the chest.

“Oh my god—it’s me!?” He examined it, delighted. “You even got the sprout ahoge!”

“AND THIS,” you held up yours, “is my plushie. Now behold—!” You smooshed them together. “They’re kissinggg~”

Isagi nearly dropped them. “HUH?! W-Wait—!”

“‘I love you, Yoichi!’” you cooed. “‘Let’s always be together!’”

“STOP THAT’S EMBARRASSING—!” he turned bright red, covering his face.

You smirked and made the plushies hug.

He peeked between his fingers, smiling like a lovesick puppy.

He keeps both plushies in his locker.

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Charles Chevalier

You handed the plushie over. “Mon mini Charles~”

He stared at it. “Why is it so adorable. Why am I so adorable?”

“You’re welcome.”

Then you revealed yours and made them French kiss dramatically. “Mwah! Mwah! Je t’aime, mon chéri~”

He snorted. “This is a crime. You’re bullying my plush.”

“I’m romancing it.”

He immediately joined in, raising his plushie. “Non, non, I must confess—my love for you burns brighter than the Eiffel Tower at night.”

You collapsed laughing.

He definitely posts them on his story and names them Charles Jr. and Cherie.

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Julian Loki

You showed him the plush and he immediately clutched it to his chest. “It’s… me?! It's so cute?!”

“It’s the lil guy version of you!”

“Best gift ever.” He gasped when you pulled out yours. “OH MY GOD. Is that—?”

You nodded. “Wanna see them kiss?”

He screamed. “DO IT.”

You smooshed them together. “They’re in love~”

“I KNEW IT,” he yelled dramatically, holding up his plush. “I, Loki, pledge my undying devotion to my squishy beloved!”

You were both crying from laughter by the end.

He brings the plush to matches. For good luck.

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Reo Mikage

When you handed him the plushies, Reo blinked.

One looked exactly like him—lavender hair, chill little smile, fancy soccer uniform. The other… was you.

“I made us,” you said proudly.

Reo gently held them like they were made of glass. “…You made these?”

“Mhm. So you don’t miss me too much when I’m not around.”

His heart did a whole triple backflip. “You think I wouldn’t miss you anyway?”

You grinned and squished the plushies together. “Look—they love each other. ‘I miss you every second, Reo~’”

He chuckled, slipping into a mock-serious voice. “‘I miss you too, baby. Let’s run away with our combined net worth.’”

“REEOOO—!”

“I’m just saying,” he winked. “Mini me has excellent taste.”

He doesn’t let anyone else touch them. Ever. Keeps them on a tiny silk pillow. Buys them a doll-sized penthouse. You regret nothing.

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I actually love this one smm, its super cutee !! Thank you sm for requesting anon! Have a nice day !!

Im so sorry if i made loki ooc because im pretty confused how to write him...

a/n: i have came back with a sae x reader oneshot... Idk this oneshot idea just randomly came to my mind, sooo i randomly made this oneshot, its pretty cheesy hehe, but enjoyyy !

Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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“P.S. I Love You"

The mornings always started the same way. The smell of fresh coffee. The faint sound of a closing door. And a folded note on your nightstand, written in neat, sleepy handwriting.

Buenos días, cariño.

You looked too peaceful to wake up, so I didn’t. You kicked me in your sleep again, by the way. I think I bruised.

There’s breakfast in the fridge. Drink water. I love you.

—Sae

You smiled, pressing the paper to your chest, still wrapped in his blanket. He always left letters. Every morning. Without fail.

Sometimes they were just a few words, other times full of sleepy rambles about the dream he had (“we were fish… I don’t know either”) or small reminders like “Don’t forget your scarf, it’s cold today.” But always—always—signed with “I love you.”

You stretched and wandered into the kitchen. And there it was: another note.

Tucked behind the honey jar:

P.S. I’m watching you. Eat something. I mean it.

Inside the coffee mug:

P.S. This mug smells like you. I’m keeping it next time.

Under the potted plant on the windowsill:

P.S. I bet you didn’t expect one here. But now you’re smiling. Gotcha.

You giggled. “He’s such a nerd.”

Your phone buzzed.

Sae: Did you find the one in the sock drawer yet?

You gasped and ran back to the bedroom. Sure enough, buried under mismatched socks, was a tiny folded note.

P.S. I miss you already. Come visit me at practice later? You can pretend to be my manager. Or my wife. Or both.

Your cheeks burned as you fell back onto the bed, clutching the note.

~

That evening, when he got home and dropped his gym bag, you were waiting at the door with your own little folded letter.

He blinked. “What’s this?”

You leaned in, kissing his cheek. “P.S. I love you too.”

~

You had gotten used to Sae's morning letters.

Sometimes short, sometimes teasing, always left carefully by your pillow or the coffee pot or even inside your book, like little breadcrumbs leading you back to him.

But this morning felt… different.

There were no short notes on the counter. No hidden scribbles in the fridge or mug. Just one thing—an envelope. Thick, sealed with a little wax stamp you didn’t know he owned, resting on top of your folded blanket.

Your name was written across it in his handwriting. Not his rushed post-practice scribbles. This was slow, deliberate, careful.

You sat on the bed, the early sunlight casting gold across the page as you opened it.

~

Mi amor,

I know I leave you silly notes every day. Sometimes they’re not even full sentences. Sometimes I’m half-asleep while writing them, and I forget words. But I thought today I’d try something else. Something I’m not good at.

I wanted to write you a real letter. One I’d be proud to leave behind, even if I couldn’t write another one after.

I don’t talk much. You know that. I’ve always struggled to say what I feel in the moment. But when it comes to you, words get stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat. Like I’m trying to explain the feeling of morning sunlight, or the smell of rain. Like no word really fits.

You make this apartment feel like the only home I’ve ever wanted. You laugh at my bad coffee. You steal my hoodies. You fall asleep with your face in a book and wake up saying my name like it’s something soft.

You make it easy to love you, and terrifying to imagine a life where I don’t.

I used to think football was everything. That I had to choose between chasing the future and holding onto something real. But you’ve taught me that love isn’t the thing that slows you down—it’s what keeps you grounded while you fly.

Every time I kiss you, I think: I’m lucky. Every time I leave a note, I think: I want you to smile when I’m not there.

And every day, I fall more in love with the way you say my name, the way you touch my wrist like I’ll disappear, the way you make even silence feel like music.

So… this is my way of saying it.

I love you.

Completely. Quietly. Wildly. In every language I can’t speak.

Yours, always,

Sae.

~

You read the letter three times, hands shaking slightly, heart aching in the gentlest way.

And when he walked through the door that evening, sweaty and tired and freshly showered, you didn’t say anything.

You just kissed him—slow, sure, lingering—until he whispered, “Did you read it?”

You nodded, eyes warm. “Write me a million more.”

He smiled softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “Only if you keep reading them.”

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! i hope you have a nice dayy (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) this one shot was super cheesy lmao

a/n: helloooo!! Im gooddd, ty! just have been kinda busy with school works since im graduating sooonn, how about youu? Thank you for requesting !! Ooo yes kaiser fluff, i hope kaiser isnt really ooc here since i kinda rushed, enjoyyy !

Michael Kaiser x Reader !

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“The Only One”

Kaiser had never liked being touched.

Not in the playful shoulder slaps from his teammates, not in the congratulatory high-fives from teammates, and definitely not in the too-familiar pats on the back from coaches or staff.

It always felt…wrong. Like his body tensed before his mind could even register what was happening. Like his skin remembered things before he did.

He hated it.

So when you joined Bastard München as a manager, he had kept his distance, observing you from afar with cool, detached eyes. You were kind to everyone. Smart. Gentle. The type of person who smiled when passing someone in the hall, even if they didn’t smile back.

You didn’t treat him like he was special. You also didn’t treat him like he was a monster.

You were just… you.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

It started small.

You handed him his water bottle during a break and your fingers accidentally brushed his. He didn’t flinch. You didn’t notice.

The next day, you adjusted the scarf around his neck because it was snowing out and he never dressed warm enough. “You’ll get sick,” you had said simply, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it didn’t send a ripple of something warm through his chest.

He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t pull away either.

One night, he was lying on the couch in the common lounge after a long training session. Everyone else had cleared out. You found him there, eyes closed, headphones in, his usual confident mask off.

You sat down near him quietly. Close, but not too close. He cracked one eye open.

“You looked tired,” you said. “I won’t bother you.”

But you were already a bother. In the most confusing, peaceful way.

He closed his eye again and didn’t tell you to leave.

Later that week, you found him on the rooftop. The sky was cloudy, and the wind bit at your cheeks, but he was just standing there, arms crossed, eyes on the horizon.

“You okay?” you asked gently.

He didn’t answer. You waited.

He finally spoke, voice quiet. “Do you…like touching people or something?”

You blinked. “I like showing I care. I don’t do it with just anyone, though.”

He looked at you like that didn’t make any sense.

“…You touched me,” he said.

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Did it bother you?”

There was a long pause. Then—he shook his head.

“No,” he said quietly. “It didn’t.”

That was a first.

A few days later, after a tough match, he found you in the hallway. You were organizing equipment, sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy. You looked up when you saw him.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Watching you.

“Kaiser?” you asked softly.

"Michael." He corrected.

He stepped forward. Hesitant. Like someone walking into sunlight after years of darkness.

And then—he hugged you.

Just like that.

His arms around your shoulders. Your cheek against his chest. One of his hands gently cupping the back of your head.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t dramatic.

It was…safe.

“I don’t know why,” he muttered, voice low, “but it’s only you. I don’t feel weird when you touch me.”

Your arms wrapped around him just as gently. “I’m glad,” you whispered.

He buried his face in your hair, exhaling slowly.

“Don’t let go yet,” he said.

You didn’t.

From then on, little touches became your language. You’d brush his bangs from his eyes after practice. He’d nudge your knee under the table. Sometimes, when no one was around, he’d take your hand and just…hold it.

And every time, he’d think: It’s only you. Always you.

End.

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Oh gosh, kaiser seems so ooc, but oh well.

Thank you so much for reading !!

a/n: Opens window wider and hands you a warm mug of tea, hi!! Omg thank you for requesting so much!! Back when i was little i used to looove herbal tea HAHAHA (i still do) enjoyy the oneshot !!

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When you force them to drink homemade herbal tea

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Chigiri Hyoma

At first, he was suspicious. You handed him a steaming mug of herbal tea and said it was good for his joints, circulation, and mental clarity.

“I don’t even like tea.” But you gave him those eyes—the ones that said, “Drink it or I’ll guilt trip you until you do.”

So he drank it.

…And then he asked for another cup the next day.

Now it’s a quiet little ritual. You hand him his tea, he grumbles a bit, but he always drinks it before his stretches. Secretly? He feels better. His knees hurt less. His hair’s shinier. He blames you.

“Don’t think I believe in your witchy magic, but… thanks.”

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Yukimiya Kenyu

He already reads about holistic beauty practices, so he’s immediately intrigued.

“You made this? What’s in it? Goji berries? Chrysanthemum?” He’s naming ingredients like a TCM pro.

You’re impressed, and he’s smug.

Yukimiya drinks it with poise every morning like he’s at a luxury wellness retreat.

Claims it enhances his glow. And honestly? It kinda does.

“You should consider bottling this. Imagine the branding: ‘Mornings with You.’”

Flirts with you every single morning while sipping your tea.

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BONUS !! Michael Kaiser

“Nein.”

That was his first reaction.

But you didn’t ask—you just placed the mug in his hands with a knowing smile.

He took one sip and made the most dramatic face.

“This tastes like dirt and flowers. Why are you trying to poison me?”

Yet the next morning, he was already at the table, cup in hand, waiting.

He never admits it, but he needs it now. He says it’s for “performance optimization.”

Will still grimace and complain every time.

“Ich hasse dich.” (I hate you.)

But he’ll nudge your hand under the table when no one’s looking.

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A suprise one yay !!

Rin Itoshi

You knew this one would be tough.

You placed the mug gently in front of him one morning. “It’s good for stress regulation and emotional balance,” you said sweetly.

He stared at it like it insulted his entire bloodline.

“I’m fine.”

You gave him the look. The “drink it or I’ll haunt your training schedule” look.

He sighs, mutters something under his breath, and takes a sip like he’s being tortured.

He pauses. Blinks.

“…It’s not bad.”

The next day? He takes it without a word.

After a week? He waits for it before starting anything else.

If you’re late even by one minute, he’ll act like you’ve personally betrayed him.

“Where’s the tea? Don’t slack off.” (Sir, you’re drinking flowers and dates for emotional balance. Relax.)

Secretly… he likes how warm it makes his hands feel. But if you mention it, he’ll walk away.

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Thank you soso much for reading !! I may have made gotten overboard at rin's part...

a/n: hihii anon!! Thank you sm for liking my works !! Oh my gosh this idea is so cute, thank you sm for requesting! Enjoy the oneshot !!

Itoshi Rin x Reader !

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“Always Yours”

Rin never liked crowds.

Even now, standing in front of a sea of faces, the tailored suit clinging to his frame and his heart thudding like a steady beat against his ribs—he still didn’t like them.

But he didn’t mind it today.

Because at the end of that long aisle, wearing white like she was born to shine, was you.

The only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t in second place.

Like he was enough.

His fingers twitched slightly, tucked into his pockets as he tried to breathe slowly. Sae stood off to the side as his best man, eyes watching Rin with something unreadable. Their parents were in the front row, proud expressions that had always been for Sae—yet now? Even they were clapping for him.

But Rin didn’t care about them.

He cared about you.

Because when he met you, all the years of being “the other Itoshi” didn’t feel so heavy.

You smiled at him like he was your favorite sight in the world. You listened to his silences. You knew his sharp words weren’t meant to push away—but protect. And you stayed, even when he didn’t think anyone ever would.

And now you were walking down the aisle, eyes locked with his, with that soft smile only meant for him.

As you reached him, Rin took your hands in his, slightly trembling, but firm. His voice was low, but steady.

“I’ve always been in someone else’s shadow,” he murmured, just for you. “But with you… I feel like I’m finally standing in the light.”

You blinked back tears, squeezing his hands. “You’ve always been the sun to me, Rin. You just didn’t know it yet.”

The ceremony continued, soft and sweet, but the real moment was when Rin leaned in, forehead brushing yours after the vows, and whispered, “I love you. I’ll never stop choosing you.”

And when you kissed him, Rin finally understood—

This wasn’t just a wedding.

This was the first day of a life where he was never second again.

Not when he had you.

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Thank you sososo much for reading !! This was in my drafts hehe (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠).

a/n: so sorry for the late response !! Omg this idea is super cool hehe, thank you so much for requesting againn! Enjoy the oneshot !!

Mikage Reo x Reader ?

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The weight of a name.

Mikage Reo never imagined heartbreak could taste so bitter.

"I don't want to do this," he had said, voice low and trembling, as he stood before you under the grey light of dusk.

But he did it anyway.

"My mother... she doesn’t approve. She said you're not from the kind of family I should be with. She said you're just... a commoner."

You blinked. Once. Twice. And then smiled.

A calm, composed smile.

"I see," you said softly. "Then there’s nothing more to say, is there?"

He had expected tears. Maybe even a slap. But instead, you simply turned and walked away, leaving Reo standing in the shadow of his own regret.

~

Two weeks later.

The Mikage family was buzzing with excitement. An exclusive invitation had arrived—one from the elusive and legendary figure in global finance known only as the Godfather of Stock Trading. An induction ceremony, private and prestigious, for his official successor.

Mrs. Mikage was ecstatic.

"This is the perfect opportunity to expand our network," she declared, dressed in the finest Mikage Corporation-designed kimono. "We’ll meet real elites—not the low-class girls Reo’s been wasting time on."

Reo said nothing. His heart was still stuck on you.

The ballroom was a vision of opulence—golden chandeliers, orchestral music, and a guest list worth more than small nations. Reo’s father made polite conversation with CEOs. Mrs. Mikage paraded around with a glass of champagne.

And then, silence fell.

The host appeared on stage, a silver-haired man with sharp eyes and a sharper presence. The Godfather himself.

"Thank you all for coming," he began, voice steady. "Tonight, I present to you the future of my financial legacy. My granddaughter, my pride, my heiress—l/n y/n."

Reo’s head snapped up.

From behind velvet curtains, you stepped onto the stage. Poised. Graceful. Clad in a midnight-black designer gown with diamond accents, elegance wrapped in a knowing smile.

Mrs. Mikage choked on her drink.

Reo couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. You looked radiant. Powerful. Untouchable.

And you looked right at him.

Not with anger. Not with bitterness.

But with complete indifference.

The whispers swirled through the crowd:

"She’s his granddaughter?!" "I thought she was just a student!" "The Mikage family rejected her?! They must be regretting it now."

The Godfather descended from the stage, flanked by executives and bodyguards. He approached the Mikage family with a pleasant, terrifying smile.

"Mrs. Mikage," he said smoothly. "I believe we’ve met—though not formally. I understand you had concerns about my granddaughter’s... status?"

Mrs. Mikage turned ghost-white.

Reo's hands clenched at his sides.

And you? You merely offered him the faintest smile before linking arms with your grandfather and walking away.

The tables had turned.

But this time, Reo wasn’t going to just stand still.

Later that night, as the crowd thinned and champagne flutes were half-empty, he found you on the balcony, the city lights flickering below.

"Y/N," he murmured, voice raw. "I’m sorry. I never should’ve let you go."

You turned slowly, face unreadable.

"You didn’t let me go, Reo," you said. "You gave me away."

"Then let me earn you back," he pleaded, stepping closer. "Not as Mikage Reo, the heir. Just me. The boy who fell in love with you."

There was a pause. A long one.

And then, finally, you smiled. This one a little softer.

"We’ll see," you whispered.

Hope bloomed in his chest.

Because maybe, just maybe, he still had a chance.

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Thank you sososo much for reading !! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

a/n: hihii anon! Thank you so much for requesting !Omg this idea is so sweet !! enjoy the oneshot <33

Bachira Meguru x shy!Reader !

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"a little sunshine"

You sat alone on the school rooftop during lunch, the quiet breeze brushing against your face as you poked at your food. The first day had been… tough. Transferring mid-semester was never easy, and while the classrooms were filled with chatter and laughter, none of it reached you. You’d always struggled to make friends, and being shy didn’t help when everyone already seemed to have their own circles.

So, like always, you found refuge in the quietest spot you could find. The roof.

“Heyyyyyy! You’re the new kid, right?!”

You jumped, startled. Turning around, you saw a boy with messy yellow-black hair and a grin brighter than the sun. His lunch tray was practically balanced on one hand, and he was waving enthusiastically with the other.

“I’m Bachira Meguru! Mind if I sit?”

You blinked. Several times. “U-Uh… sure? I'm l/n y/n”

He plopped down next to you without hesitation, humming a random tune as he began eating. You were still in shock. Someone was talking to you. Someone like him.

“I saw you in class earlier,” he said between bites. “You looked like a little lost lamb. Kinda cute, actually.”

Your cheeks instantly burned. “I-I just… didn’t know where to sit…”

“Then sit with me from now on!” he said, like it was the easiest solution in the world. “Boom. Problem solved.”

You glanced at him. He didn’t seem like he was joking. His smile was genuine, warm, comforting.

“…Why?” you asked quietly.

“Hm?” he tilted his head.

“Why are you being nice to me, Bachira?”

He blinked at you, like it was the weirdest question he’d ever heard. “Because you look like you need a friend. And I like making people smile.”

You looked down at your food, hands fiddling with the edge of your container. “…Thank you.”

“No problemo! Let’s eat together every day, okay?”

You nodded slowly. That smile of his was contagious.

The next few days became something you looked forward to.

Bachira always found you, whether you were hiding behind the school gym or tucked away in the library. He’d plop down beside you and talk about the most random things—like how he once dreamed his soccer ball turned into a dragon, or how he was convinced the cafeteria meatballs were alive.

You never had to talk much. He just seemed happy to be near you.

But little by little, you found yourself laughing. Smiling. Saying more than just “yes” or “no.” Bachira made it easy—he never judged, never pressured. He just… existed beside you, and it made the world feel a little less scary.

One afternoon, you were both sitting under a tree, watching the clouds.

“Hey,” he suddenly said, shifting closer. “I like your smile.”

You looked at him, startled. “M-My smile?”

“Yeah,” he beamed. “It’s rare. Like a shiny Pokémon. Makes me feel special when I see it.”

Your heart fluttered. “That’s… that’s silly.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning his head toward yours, “but I still like it.”

You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your face was burning.

“…Meguru?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For… noticing me.”

He blinked, and for once, didn’t have a grin on his face. Instead, his expression softened.

“Of course I noticed you. How could I not?”

Silence fell between you, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt warm.

Like maybe—just maybe—this was the beginning of something beautiful.

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Thank you so much for reading !! Lmk if you need a part two :). Have a nice day (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

a/n: omg yess, thank you so much for the idea!! I was actually already planning to make a part two for what goes around but i didn't have much idea, but since youre here now i have an idea!! Thank you soso much! And enjoy the oneshot!

Click on this to go to Part 1

Itoshi Rin Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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What goes around part 2

Rin had never been more wrong in his life.

Five weeks. That was all it took for the perfect illusion to crack and shatter into something ugly. The girl he had admired since childhood, the one he had thrown everything away for, was nothing like he had imagined.

She was selfish. Immature. More in love with the idea of him than the actual person. And she was suffocating.

"Rinnie, why are you always so serious? Let's just skip your training today. You can miss one day for me, right?" she had pouted, batting her lashes at him.

He had refused, of course. Soccer was his life. His everything. But the disappointment in her eyes wasn’t the soft, understanding kind. It was irritation, like she was owed something from him.

And that was only the beginning.

She didn't get him. Didn't understand why he pushed himself so hard, why soccer consumed every fiber of his being. And she had no interest in trying. She just wanted the image of him—the cool, talented soccer player who would revolve around her whims.

Rin felt sick.

He had traded you for this?

The weight of his mistake bore down on him, heavier with each passing day. Because you had understood him. You had never asked him to be anything but himself. Never demanded his time, never guilted him for his dedication to his sport. And even then, you had always been there—supporting him from the sidelines, encouraging him in quiet ways that he only now realized he had taken for granted.

But he had been so blind. And now, you were gone.

The 1-on-1 against Sae had left him physically drained, but what followed shattered him even further.

"By the way, Y/N's doing well," Sae had said casually as he adjusted his wristbands, not even sparing Rin a glance.

Rin stiffened at your name, something cold curling in his stomach. He had forced himself to keep his expression blank, even as his heartbeat quickened.

"She’s in Spain, you know. Studying Sports Medicine. Top of her class."

Rin swallowed hard.

"She said she wants to work for Re Al as a sports therapist. Quite ambitious, don’t you think? But I suppose that’s what happens when you’re actually focused on the future."

Sae’s words were a blade to the gut. You were still in his world, still working hard, still striving for something bigger. And now, your path was intertwining with his brother’s instead of his.

Sae glanced at him then, a slow smirk curling on his lips as he took in Rin’s clenched fists, the slight tension in his jaw. "You regret it, don’t you?"

Rin didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because there was no point in denying it anymore.

He had let you go.

And now, you were thriving—without him.

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WAIT NAGI IS GETTING LOCKED OFF?? WHATS HAPPENING??

a/n: hihiii anonnn! Omg this idea IS SO CUTE, same i have an obssesion over watching blue lock additional time of s2 ep9 THE TWO IS SO CUTEE AGAJHAJAHA, anyways enjoy the oneshot !

Itoshi Brothers & The Reader

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Three Little Stars

The Itoshi household was always a little chaotic, but with you around, it was even more lively.

You had been friends with Sae and Rin for as long as you could remember. Their house was practically your second home, and their parents treated you like one of their own. You were there for everything—playing soccer in the yard, watching cartoons, sneaking snacks from the kitchen.

But most importantly, you were there for them.

Little Sae, who always acted cool and mature but secretly enjoyed when you and Rin clung to him.

And little Rin, who followed Sae around like a shadow—and by extension, followed you too.

Today, the three of you were outside, a soccer ball sitting between you. The sky was turning orange, the sun dipping lower, but none of you wanted to go inside just yet.

Sae kicked the ball lazily. “You’re getting better,” he said, glancing at you with that small, rare smile of his. “Right, Rin?”

Rin, sitting next to you, nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! You’ll be super good soon! Like me! Like Sae-nii!”

You grinned, puffing out your chest. “Of course! I’ll be the best! Better than both of you!”

Sae raised an eyebrow, and Rin gasped dramatically.

“Better than me? Me?” Rin clutched his chest, flopping onto the grass. “Betrayal! Betrayal!”

You giggled, poking his cheek. “I’m just that strong.”

Sae chuckled. “You’re so dramatic.”

Rin huffed, sitting up again. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly grabbed your hand and held it tightly. “Even if you’re better, you have to stay with us forever, okay?” His voice was small, almost shy.

“You won’t leave, right?”

Your eyes widened, and Sae turned to look at Rin, surprised.

You squeezed his hand. “Of course not. I’ll always be with you guys.”

Sae was quiet for a moment before he sighed and ruffled both of your hair. “You’re so childish, Rin.” But he didn’t let go of your other hand.

And just like that, the three of you sat there—tiny hands clasped together, under the warm glow of the evening sun.

Forever. But happiness won't last forever.

Just like Sae left for Spain and came back as a total different person.

Just like Rin who became another total different person after Sae came back to Japan.

People change and people come & go.

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a/n: thank you sososo much for requesting again! Omg this idea is super cute ! Im really sorry if kurona turns out ooc at this oneshot, enjoy!

Kurona Ranze x Reader !

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Lost Puppy

Kurona was lost. Completely and utterly lost.

Not in the literal sense—he knew exactly where he was. He just didn’t know what to do.

Because you were busy.

And when you were busy, that meant you weren’t paying attention to him.

So here he was, trailing behind you like a lost puppy as you worked on your project. You were hunched over your desk, surrounded by notes and papers, fingers flying across your laptop keyboard. The sound of your typing filled the room, and Kurona… well, he just stood there.

Waiting. Watching. Hovering.

“Done yet?” he asked. Then, before you could answer, he repeated, “Done yet, done yet?”

You sighed, sparing him a glance. “Kurona, I told you. I need to finish this first.”

He pouted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “But I’m bored… Bored, bored.”

“You can entertain yourself, can’t you?” you teased, though your tone was light.

Kurona huffed, clearly dissatisfied with that response. “I don’t wanna. Don’t wanna, don’t wanna.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll be done soon, okay? Just wait a little longer.”

He slumped dramatically onto your bed, face buried in your pillow. “That’s what you said an hour ago…” His voice was muffled, but you still heard the whine in it. “Hour ago, hour ago…”

A chuckle escaped you despite yourself. “You’re really like a lost puppy right now.”

Kurona peeked up at you, his red eyes big and pleading. “Then pet me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“If I’m a puppy, you should pet me. Pet me, pet me.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, finally giving in. Reaching over, you ruffled his soft, messy hair. Kurona immediately melted into your touch, a content hum leaving his lips. “There,” you said. “Happy now?”

He nodded, nudging his head against your palm like he was asking for more. “Mhm. Happy. Happy, happy.”

And just like that, your heart softened.

With a sigh, you saved your work and closed your laptop. “Alright, I think I can take a little break.”

Kurona perked up instantly. “Break? With me?”

“Yes, with you.”

He grinned, shifting closer until he could rest his forehead against your shoulder. “Good. I like you best when you’re paying attention to me… To me, to me.”

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Kurona only smiled, arms wrapping around you lazily. “Mhm. But you love me anyway… Anyway, anyway.”

And honestly? He wasn’t wrong.

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a/n: omgg thank you for requesting! I love this request sm! Ill try making more itoshi brothers oneshots in the future :) enjoy the oneshot !

click on this to go to part 2 !

Itoshi Rin Itoshi Sae x Reader !

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What Goes Around part 1

Rin didn’t regret his decision.

That’s what he told himself, at least.

When he broke things off with you, it had been clean—no dramatics, no yelling. You had only looked at him for a long moment, as if memorizing his face, before nodding. “I see,” you had said, voice steady. “I wish you the best, then.”

No begging. No anger.

For some reason, that had made Rin feel even worse.

But he had made his choice. His first love, the girl he had admired since childhood, was back in his life, and he had to see things through. It was only fair to be honest with you, rather than string you along.

So why did it still bother him?

At first, he didn’t hear much about you. You weren’t the type to mope publicly or seek attention. If anything, you had thrown yourself into your studies even more than before. When the teachers praised you, when your grades climbed even higher, Rin had ignored the strange feeling in his chest.

Then you disappeared.

Not literally, of course, but you were gone from Japan before he even realized it. An overseas scholarship to Spain—granted to you for your academic excellence. You hadn’t even told him.

Not that you needed to.

He should be happy for you. Shouldn’t he?

But then, the whispers started.

“Did you hear? Itoshi Sae has been seen with y/n a lot in Spain.”

“They say he’s been spoiling her, taking her to expensive restaurants and matches.”

“They look good together, don’t they? A power couple.”

Rin stiffened.

Sae? His brother?

Wooing you?

That couldn’t be right.

But the more he listened, the clearer the truth became. He saw pictures on social media—of you at one of Sae’s matches, of you in Madrid, of Sae leaning in too closely with that infuriating smirk of his.

And worst of all? You looked happy.

Rin clenched his fists, jaw tight. He had made his choice.

So why did it feel like he was the one left behind?

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a/n: OMG YESSS this request IS SO CUTEEEE. omg fr, usually i don't see much kurona fics, but i realllyy love writing for kurona fics (+ i love kurona sm) !! Thank you so much for liking my works <33, uh yeah i havent made like any rules yet and also a masterlist, but ill try making them on dayy 😓😓. Thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy the oneshot !

Kurona Ranze x Reader

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"Too Cute to Handle"

You swore Kurona was going to be the death of you.

Not because he was annoying. Not because he was frustrating. No, it was much worse than that.

He was too cute.

It started with the little things. The way he repeated certain words, like when he was talking about sharks and just kept saying “shark, shark, shark” under his breath. The way his sharp teeth peeked out when he grinned, making him look like a mischievous little creature. The way he would just exist—breathing, blinking, being alive—and it was enough to make your heart physically ache.

And you had a problem.

A really, really big problem.

You wanted to bite him.

Not in a weird way! Just in a cuteness aggression way! He was like one of those plushies that were so adorable you had to squeeze the life out of them. Except he was real. And bite-able.

And so, one day, you gave in.

You were just sitting next to him, watching him scroll through his phone, when you saw his sharp teeth poke out as he chewed his bottom lip. Without thinking—without any self-restraint—you leaned over and chomped down on his arm.

Kurona froze.

“…Did you just bite me, bite?”

You nodded, still lightly sinking your teeth into his sleeve.

He stared at you for a long moment before his pink eyes gleamed with realization. Then—before you could react—he bit you back.

“Ran!” you yelped, pulling away to cradle your arm. “Did you just—”

“You bit me first, first,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You gawked at him, but then a laugh bubbled up from your chest. “Oh my god. You get it.”

“I do get it,” he nodded, grinning with those sharp little teeth. “You’re too cute too, cute.”

Your brain short-circuited.

This was it. This was how you died. Not from embarrassment, not from heart failure—but from Kurona Ranze and his dangerous level of cuteness.

…And maybe from a few more bites.

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a/n: ooooo nice idea !! Heres the oneshottt! Thank you for requesting <33

Mikage Reo x Reader !

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Harmony in Motion

The grand piano gleamed under the soft glow of the stage lights. Mikage Reo sat at its bench, fingers hovering over the keys, his usual confident smirk replaced with something softer—something filled with quiet anticipation.

Beside him, you adjusted your violin, drawing in a slow breath. The air was thick with the expectant silence of the empty concert hall. It was just the two of you here, a private rehearsal before the actual performance.

"You ready?" Reo asked, his voice low, almost reverent.

You met his gaze and smiled. "Always."

With that, his fingers pressed into the first note, a deep, resonant chord that vibrated through the air. It was warm, steady—the perfect foundation.

Then, you lifted your bow and let the violin sing.

The melody weaved between Reo’s playing, light and fluid, dancing over the steady rhythm of the piano. It was effortless, as if the two of you had been playing together for years. You knew when to push, when to pull back, when to let Reo’s music guide yours, and when to take the lead.

Reo, followed your cues perfectly.

His eyes flickered toward you between notes, taking in the way your body swayed slightly with each stroke of the bow, the way your expression softened in concentration. You were lost in the music, and honestly? So was he.

The song built up, rising in intensity, the piano’s deep chords clashing beautifully with the violin’s soaring melody. It was a push and pull, a conversation told through sound rather than words.

Then, with one last sweeping note, you both ended in perfect sync.

Silence.

Then a breath—

And Reo turned to you, his grin wide, his purple eyes shining with something close to admiration. "Damn," he murmured, fingers still resting on the keys. "We sound incredible together."

You let out a soft laugh, lowering your violin. "We do."

He smirked. "We should do this more often."

You raised an eyebrow. "The duet or spending time together?"

Reo chuckled, standing up from the bench and stepping closer. "Both."

And somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time your music intertwined with his.

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Thank you for reading ! I'm really sorry if reo seemed ooc, since i still dont really know how to write him (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠). Thank you for reading !

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a/n: HIHIIII ANONNN!! THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY WORKS, OOOO im so sorry if rin is so ooc, im still doing a character study on himm, but heres the oneshot !! Enjoy ! Im sorry if i mischaracterized him.

Itoshi Rin x Reader !!

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How Rin’s Hug Feels Like

Rin Itoshi isn’t the type to hug people. He’s distant, reserved, and not particularly fond of physical affection. But when he does—when he lets his walls down just enough to pull you into his arms—it’s something you never quite forget.

His hug is hesitant at first, almost awkward, as if he’s not sure how to hold you. His hands hover for a second before settling on your back, firm but careful. His grip tightens gradually, his body tensing as if he's afraid you might slip away.

Rin’s embrace is warm, but not in the way that radiates heat—it’s the kind of warmth that seeps in slowly, like standing in the sun after being in the cold for too long. It’s protective, grounding, like he’s shielding you from everything outside of his grasp.

His heartbeat is steady, yet you can feel the slight quickening against your cheek if you press close enough. He doesn’t say anything—Rin rarely does in moments like these—but the way he holds you speaks volumes. He’s not used to this, not used to showing how much he cares, but he’s trying. For you.

And when he finally exhales, letting his tension melt away as he rests his chin against your shoulder, you realize something—Rin Itoshi’s hug isn’t just a hug. It’s a silent promise. A quiet, stubborn way of saying, I’m here. I won’t let go.

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