'R U MINE?' is a collection of headcannons, drabbles, and oneshots for blue lock by misaemores.
each chapter will have its own content warnings, so please read them carefully!
while this collection only contains fluff and angst, there may be trigge...
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you were currently with itoshi sae attending, in his words, "a stupid clout chasing event for influencers to leech on footballers", listening to shidou ryusei ramble about how he and otoya eita randomly bumped into beyoncé in the shibuya train station, when you suddenly felt the need to go to the lavatory. just when he was getting to the good part. silently excusing yourself, you let go of sae's hand as you made a beeline towards the venue's bathroom.
meanwhile outside, while shidou was telling the group about how beyoncé called him a sweetheart after getting his shirt signed, a young woman approaches the football stars' table and sits down beside sae, interrupting whatever the loudmouth was going to say next. the whole group looks at her with question marks above their heads as she makes herself comfortable beside the prodigy.
excuse me but, who are you? isagi yoichi was the first to speak up, eyeing the woman with a raised eyebrow. "oh! my bad! forgot to introduce myself, whoopsies!" she said with a laugh so annoying, sae almost physically winced. "i'm kento mirai! but you can call me mai for short!! i'm currently modeling for abibas!! oh also! i've worked with sae before, you could say we have a lot of chemistry together, right sae darling?" her high-pitched voice rings in sae's ears as he tries not to roll his eyes at the woman.
it's not a lie though. but it's not exactly true. yes, they've worked together for the brand but the chemistry she was talking about was simply a tale—they had no chemistry at all. everyday at the scene, she was always either beside sae or looking for sae, and even forcing herself into his personal space. it had gotten so bad to the point that sae was very tempted to call the project manager and drop it. but of course, his manager talked his ear off saying if he did decide to call mister PM, he'd reduce the player's consumption of his beloved ichibo steak to only once a month—what a jerk.
anyways.
his trance is cut off by the thing beside him, talking her ear off. my head hurts. sae grimaces as he looks around the venue to look for you, spotting you by the bar ordering some drinks from him and you. perfect. just at the right time, mi amor.
he stands up but just as he was about to go to you, a harsh grip on his wrist is enough to tear his eyes away from you. he looks down to his captor's hand with a raised eyebrow. "what do you want, woman?" he jerks his arm away from her yet she doesn't let go. he looks again at your direction and he sees that you're gone. he panics. yet for some reason, he can't get away from this woman's grip. "saeeee." she whines. "don't leave yet! I'm not yet done talking to you!"
now. sae isn't a fan of hurting women—he's a fan of women! they're really amazing, yeah. but at this moment, he suddenly wants to abandon all his feminism and push her off a cliff. tch.
"hey man, d'ya think we should ya know, ask her to leave?" sae hears chigiri hyoma's worried voice whisper to oliver aiku. please do. sae inwardly pleads to the gods above as he side eyes the pair. "nah, 's getting 'ntresting." aiku slurs, clearly under the influence. damn fuckin' traitor. sae feels a harsh tug on his arm, almost dragging him down to the couch. what a strong woman. she whines again. fine. if you want to do it the hard way, then i'll give you hell. sae thinks.
"let me go, please." he cringes at his use of words. "i have a wife to look for and if you don't let go of me now i'll have to call the security." he says, hoping for her to get the hint.
she does.
but just not in the way sae hoped.
"your wife? oh! that y/n l/n? oh please! i don't even know what you see in her! i mean, she's nothing but a lowlife! clearly using you for money! i'd be so much better for you, my sae." erm. okay. what the hell. sae's hella conflicted now. he doesn't know if he wants to take the risk and run away from her or beat the living shit out of her.
he feels her body hug him from the back and before sae knew it, he pushed her away and let out everything he wanted to say to her.
"listen here, woman. my wife is the kindest and purest soul there is on earth. she brings heaven to me and lights up whatever emo shit is inside me. everything she says and everything does makes me all giddy and shit. and unlike you, her and i actually have chemistry. so i suggest you get the fuck out of my sight before i call security to feed you to the tigers or something. also, she's the only one who can make me giggle and kick my feet up in the air. fuck you."
okay, maybe that was too much. but at least he defended your honor. common sae w. he thinks as he turns around to search for you, only to find you in front of him with the dopey smile he's loved for eternity. he hears the cheers and snickers of the table, and even someone saying "oooh he popped off" (probably bachira meguru), yet the only thing he really cares about is you.
"so, my dear husband." you say with a smirk on your face. "i light up the emo shit inside you", huh? how romantic." sae flushes and grabs his drink from your hand, chugging it and putting the glass on the table.
"shut up. it's cuz you took too long in the washroom. did 'ya take a shit or somethin'?" he says as he drags you to the exit of the venue. you hurriedly chug your drink and say your goodbyes to the rambunctious group of boys.
and as you enter the car, sae's next words surprise you,
"i won't lie though, i kinda ate that shit up a while ago. maybe we should attend more of these events. what d'ya say, mi vida?"
what a goofball of a husband you have.
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