Thinking About Isagi Yoichi Going Absolutely Insane When Someone Talks Shit About You, His One And Only

at age seven, isagi learns two things. one, universal truths are always in the present tense (his teacher told him so), and two, you kiss the people you love (his mom told him so). knowing these, he kisses you under the slide in the playground, because he loves you, at least as he understands it at his age.

at age sixteen, isagi decides two things. one, he will become the best striker in the world, and two, he still loves you, albeit a little more than his seven year old self previously thought. but instead of kissing you, he hugs you tightly before he boards the bus to blue lock, and he takes in all the details of you. he thinks of the smell of your shampoo and the melody of your laugh while he's there, but he never tells anyone that.

at age twenty eight, isagi achieves two things. one, he wins the world cup, and two, he gives you his last name. the kiss you share at the altar is wetter and saltier than the one you shared under the slide, thanks to your tears, but his feelings engrave themselves into your memory all the same. he kisses you again for good measure, much to everyone's amusement, and wonders how his love for you is meant to stay in the present tense when it exists in all past, present, and future tenses.

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IM GONNA COMMIT A CRIME WTH IM SOBBING SO HARD 😭

Honestly so crazy to imagine what 15/16 year old Sae going back to Japan after the worst few years of his life. Seeing Rin on the soccer field looking miserable and thinking in any way possible he needs to get his brother out of this damn sport but being so disconnected from his emotions because of what Spain did to him he doesn't realize the type of motivation he can make burn in Rin's heart because his is so cold and wrung out

I can feel my heart sobbing while reading this

Sae wanting to make sure that the greedy higher ups in any football club don’t get their hands on Rin , the same way they did to Sae . Wanting Rin to enjoy his young, to not turn out like him . Well the opposite clearly happened . Rin also does not know anything other than football, and said he would die without it . Shit

kiss it better. [ isagi yoichi ]

cw: fluff, established relationship, slight ooc maybe, gn! reader. notes: i was nice and did a fluff.

"your face is not sore, yoichi."

you let out a muffled yawn, lazily turning to meet his gaze. your bodies lay together, wrapped up in each other limbs and drowning in the sea of white duvet.

"and how do you know?"

you scoff as he leans closer, noses brushing against each other as smiles crack your sleepy faces. you laugh lightly, playfully pushing his shoulder as his arms wraps around your waist. isagi pulls you closer, whining like a pup who wasn't fed,

"c'mon... just one..."

laughing, you reject his proposal again, even as he squeezes your waist and groans dramatically. you grin at him, you cheek lay pressed against his arm that cushioned your head, a sight isagi found utterly heartwarming on the few mornings he was lucky enough to wake up beside you. though even with such affectionate warmth, his heart still stung, throbbing with the memory of your impending separation. only today, he reminded himself.

he pouted, pressing his face forward, lips diving towards yours. when you pulled back, his hand flattened across the plane between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as his lips met yours.

he was so gentle. lips brushing against yours like a dance of delicate feathers, of precious love that could be easily fractured by one rough grain. adoration and trust as your saliva mingled with his, spreading across his tongue as you breathed,

"yoichi."

he chuckled breathily, pressing his forehead to yours as he kept his eyes closed. isagi hummed, not daring to speak after, rather drowning himself in the softness of your affection as your hands roamed his back, soothing his muscles. his hands did the same, holding you like a treasure under his roughened palms.

he pulled the blanket up closer, tucking you both back in beneath the wrinkled sheets, "let's go back to sleep." he offered, running his fingers through your hair. his navy eyes bore into yours, heavy lakes of blue adoration as they sunk closer to yours, lips parting in sweet devotion.

placing one last kiss to your cheek, he pulls you closer, tucking you away into his chest, hiding his prize from prying eyes. the hexagon building he had been trapped in for so long was cold, lonely, but in your arms, he felt anything but that. his legs were sore and tired, shoulder aching from brutal workouts, head thumping from so much thinking. yet, finally, when he gets to melt back into your arms, isagi lets out the softest sigh, satisfaction riddling his body.

"i don't wanna fall back asleep." you confess, still nestled into his chest, "today's the only day i get to spend with you." isagi smiles at your soft pleading, his heart aching when he remembers tomorrow won't be the same, petting your hair. he grins lazily, jesting,

"we could... if only you kissed all my soreness away..."

isagi whines dramatically, again, continuing to lament about the alleged soreness that lingered on his lips. rolling your eyes, laughter broke out between you when your eyes met, crinkled with smiles, a shake of your head as you leaned closer,

"yeah, yeah..."

notes: awee sucha a cutie.

when dazai’s freshly 18 he blows the mafia paycheck he doesn’t gaf about on an expensive engagement ring that he plans to give to chuuya as a joke to piss him off. but then dark era happens and dazai never gets the chance so he just ends up carrying around this ridiculously high quality ring in his pocket for the next 4 years. eventually he gives it to chuuya after they’ve reconnected intending to “complete his joke” except chuuya just unironically accepts it and they end up engaged for real

Megumi was never the type to seek out romance. It wasn’t that he was opposed to the idea—it just never felt like a priority. Between exorcising curses, training, and keeping his friends out of trouble, love seemed like an unnecessary complication. But somehow, despite his reluctance, he found himself drawn to you.

At first, it was subtle. You noticed the way he lingered when you spoke, his usually stoic expression softening just a little at you. He would often glance at you when he thought you weren’t looking, and despite his habit of keeping people at arm’s length, he never seemed to push you away.

The confession wasn’t grand or dramatic. That wasn’t Megumi’s style. One evening, after a long hard mission, the two of you sat together in the comfort of his dorm. He was extra quiet, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the grass.

“You know…” he started, his voice calm but laced with something hesitant. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing.”

You tilted your head. “What kind of thing?”

He sighed, almost frustrated with himself. “Relationships. I’ve never had one before.” His gaze flickered to you, searching for any sign of amusement or judgment, but you only waited for him to continue. “But… I think I want to try. With you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips. “Are you asking me out, Fushiguro?”

His ears turned slightly red, and he looked away. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I guess I am.”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the tension in his fingers before he hesitantly relaxed. “Then let’s try together.”

Megumi wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who showered you with words of affection, but he showed his love in the quiet moments—the way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, the way he let you wear his hoodie when you were cold, and the way he always made sure you were safe during missions.

For someone who had spent so long believing love was a distraction, Megumi found himself caring more than he ever thought possible. And for the first time, he didn’t mind.

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“taylor swift is at the super bowl—” ISRAEL IS BOMBING RAFAH. THE ONE LAST REFUGE THEY HAD. THE PEOPLE OF PALESTINE HAVE NOWHERE TO GO. ISRAEL IS CARPET BOMBING THE LAST SAFE PART OF GAZA AND HAVE AIRED A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR PROPAGANDA AD IN THE SUPER BOWL TO DISTRACT THE WORLD FROM THE ATROCITIES THEY ARE COMMITTING. DO NOT LOOK AWAY.

we need to talk about reo’s mischaracterization.

no, he is not some perfect and sweet guy who will spoil you rotten with money. in fact, it’s hinted at that reo dislikes and often avoids using his money on other people. reo is not emotionally intelligent in the least and was so sheltered in his childhood that he grew up to be emotionally vulnerable, hence why he doesn’t look at the big picture and think things through and only tries to get nagi back when he leaves him.

reo is so used to having everything handed to him that the moment something gets taken away from him, he loses all logic and will do anything to get it back. he likes everything to be in his control, and he likes it when people does what he wants them to, uncaring of their emotions and only caring about his own. in a way, reo’s personality is extremely similar to his father’s, as his father wanted reo to inherit the corporation despite reo’s not wanting to.

when things don’t go his way, reo turns into a spoiled brat. he gets upset and refuses to see the bigger picture, often too caught up in his own emotions to realize the logic of the situation and that he is being immature.

this panel says a lot. for context, reo’s parents had just told him that he can’t win the world cup because he needs to inherit the company. before i discuss the ridiculous situation here, why does reo even consider killing his parents? they haven’t been abusive in any way up to this point in his entire life. he has zero right to want to kill his parents. not only that, but his dad has a point. reo is 16 (soon to be 17) in this scene, and his dad is perfectly correct to think that starting soccer so late, especially in a life where you’ve been training for business your entire childhood, is stupid.

all in all, im all for reo being a lovesick guy who gets emotionally attached easily. but remember that this guy also has a nasty spoiled personality who has the emotional maturity of a child and the attitude of a toddler when things don’t go his way.

(and yes, i do know that his parents are to blame for their child ending up this way since they’ve spoiled him ever since he was born.)

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