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stars align while hearts speak | megumi x reader

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the mission had left both of you exhausted, your feet dragging as you walked alongside megumi in the cool night air. the stars twinkled above, and despite the silence between you, it felt peaceful. megumi, as usual, seemed lost in thought—focused, as if replaying the events of the day in his mind.

you glanced at him, noticing the slight furrow in his brow, the way his shoulders looked just a little more tense than usual. he always carried the weight of everything so seriously. “hey,” you said, breaking the quiet. “how about we sit for a while? the stars are really nice tonight.”

he looked over at you, hesitating for a second. “we’re almost back.”

“come on, it’ll only take a minute,” you urged, flashing him a small smile. “it’s not like we get to relax much anyway.”

after a beat, he sighed and followed you to a small patch of grass off the path. you both sat down, and you leaned back slightly, letting the cool breeze brush over your skin. megumi, though sitting next to you, stayed upright, his eyes fixed on the sky.

“it’s quiet out here,” you murmured, looking up at the stars. “kind of makes everything feel… far away.”

megumi hummed in agreement, though his gaze remained distant. after a pause, he said, “you handle things well out there.”

the comment caught you off guard. “oh, thanks. i guess i’ve had good practice,” you laughed lightly. “you’re the one who always has it together though. i’m just trying to keep up.”

he didn’t respond right away, his eyes flickering down to the grass for a moment before back up at the sky. “it’s easier when you’re around.”

your breath caught, and you turned to him, waiting for him to say more, but he didn’t. he kept his gaze upward, his expression neutral, but there was a softness in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

“really?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“yeah,” he said simply. “it’s not just the missions. i mean… you’re easy to be around. i don’t have to think so much.”

the admission hung in the air between you. it wasn’t blunt, it wasn’t a grand confession, but coming from megumi, it felt like a lot. your chest warmed at his words, a smile tugging at your lips.

“well,” you started softly, “i like being around you too.”

megumi didn’t say anything in response, but you noticed the subtle shift in his expression, the way his shoulders seemed to relax a bit more. after a moment, you decided to push just a little further, feeling braver.

“you’re not bad company, you know?” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

“is that supposed to be a compliment?” he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice, barely noticeable.

“maybe,” you replied, laughing softly.

megumi finally looked at you then, just for a second, but long enough for you to see the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. it was subtle, almost like everything he was feeling was hidden beneath the surface, but it was there. and somehow, that small smile was enough.

“let’s stay a little longer,” he said quietly, turning his gaze back to the sky.

you nodded, leaning back to fully take in the stars again, but now your heart felt a little lighter, a little warmer.

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

now what rlly pmo abt the blue lock fandom is when people say that rin and sae are similar in personality or if people give those two the same reactions to things, because they are VERY different people.

sae is a completely nonchalant guy. he’s more or less emotionless around most people, and he doesn’t really get mad or even slightly irritated unless someone gives him random physical affection (shidou). he’s rude because he says whatever is on his mind, no matter how rude it is or how much “erm actually” energy it gives, although sae also isn’t afraid of complimenting someone as he complimented Isagi at the end of the u20 arc. basically, sae has a pretty dry personality.

rin is similar on the outside, but certainly not the inside. rin tries to be nonchalant in order to imitate sae, but rin is the least from nonchalant. he gets mad easily, he’s got the emotional maturity of a child, and speaks rudely even though it usually isn’t what he actually thinks. rin knows that isagi is just as good as he is, but he always says something rude at isagi out of insecurity and to imitate sae. so to sum it up, sae is just a dry asshole with not a whole lot of brightness to him. meanwhile, rin pretends to be nonchalant but is the opposite.

rin has anger issues and emotional management issues, and sae just has issues in general.

thinking about isagi being best friends with your little sister :(((

you bring him to your house for the first time so he can meet your family, which is where he immediately becomes enamoured by perhaps the cutest thing he’s ever seen (apart from you hehe) and of course she ends up loving him. and not because he’s famous, or older, etc… but because he will never say no to playing with her!!

its gotten to the point where if you two are with your baby sister, you cannot leave them alone- unless you want him to be whisked away from you to join her in carrying out a very crucial fairy hunt, one that results in them almost getting lost in the woods.

although it really has been biting into your alone time with your boyfriend, your heart refuses to hold onto any existing annoyance when you walk into your room to see them curled up beside each other on your bed- a purposeful gap left in between, one that was made just for you <3

haerin 🌱🧩

they are so silly 😭

vv accurate 😭

take this dating personality quiz and rb with your results bc im nosy and always curious !!!!!

(this is mine)

open tags as always <3

After LIKE slayed so hard and Rei and Gaeul’s rap slapped no questions asked.

so im a sucker for tropes that humanize larger than life characters . Sue me!!

I know that the final showdown is about 99% almost completely canonically going to be between Atsushi and Akutagawa vs Fyodor but imagine . If u will:

Dazai and Fyodor having a Fucking Fist Fight

In this scenario:

Amenogozen is dead or occupied

Dazai is more injured and exhausted than Fyodor is.

Its destruction all around, smoke in the air, craters of stone in the ground—two men standing amongst a ruined battlefield. Dazai and Fyodor, face to face amongst the blood, sweat, and ruin that Fyodor had said he would always be above in mersault.

There’s a gun in between them, nestled in the dirt. There are no more pawns on the table, only two kings staring each other down on a wasteland checkboard. Dazai’s leg is broken. Fyodor is breathing hard.

Dazai lunges for the gun at the same time Fyodor does—in a mad scramble, he kicks out Dazai’s bad leg—Dazai screams in agony as Fyodor pins him down. The gun is kicked several feet out of reach.

But Fyodor is physically weak. The only reason why Dazai hasn’t already knocked him out cold is because of his broken leg.

Dazai elbows Fyodor in the chest so hard he breaks a rib. Fyodor chokes, his chest knocked free of air and ringing with pain as he tries to see Dazai through his rapidly blurring eyes.

He was flipped over in the scuffle, but Fyodor reaches down and grabs Dazai’s leg and digs his fingers to where he thinks the bones separate and presses. Dazai is so blinded by pain, he briefly lets go as Fyodor punches him in the face.

Dazai’s nose is bleeding, but Fyodor doesn’t have time to appreciate it as he pushes Dazai off—flips them over again—he is straddling Dazai with his weight on the former’s broken leg. His hands seize Dazai’s neck and grips with all his might.

Dazai’s hands claw at his face animalistically, scrabbling for purchase on Fyodor’s hair, eyes, anything. His eyes meet Fyodor’s—both of their swirling pairs of darkness are finally awake, alive, burning—and oh, this is what Dazai had meant, hadn’t he? In the silence of Dazai’s strangled wheezes and his nails dragging up dust, Fyodor realizes: this is what it means to be alive.

Dazai spits into Fyodor’s face. He lets go reflexively, yelping with disgust as blood-spit blinds him, while Dazai is gasping as he crawls for the gun; he’s halfway there before Fyodor blindly grabs one of Dazai’s legs. But it’s not the broken one—Dazai pivots his ankle and stomps with all of his might as Fyodor screams because several of his fingers as broken.

Dazai’s hand finds the gun.

yeojin ☾☼☽ girls' night