Fantasist • Blue Lock Oneshots

♡ Tangled in Stolen Kisses ♡ Chigiri

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fem!reader x chigiri

fluff

no au

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You sit comfortably on the couch, the soft hum of the television in the background filling the room. Hyoma sits beside you, his focus entirely absorbed by the novel in his hands. His reddish-pink hair, long and loose, cascades over his shoulders, the strands catching the soft light of the room. His deep pink eyes are steady, scanning the pages, while his brow furrows slightly in concentration. He doesn't even seem to notice you watching him, which brings a smile to your face.

Reaching out, you gently run your fingers through his hair, starting from the crown and working your way down, careful not to tangle the strands. The moment you do, you notice the way Hyoma's ears turn a faint shade of red. He's always had such a feminine appearance, his delicate features so soft and refined that you can't help but tease him a little about it sometimes. But you know better than anyone that he's confident in who he is.

He shifts slightly but doesn't move away. You smile to yourself as you feel him tense under your touch, his breath hitching ever so slightly. He's trying to ignore it.

"Your hair's so soft, Hyoma," you murmur, gently brushing it back behind his ear. "Have you been using that conditioner I recommended?"

He doesn't answer immediately, but you notice how his grip tightens just a bit around the book. His face has gone from red-tinted ears to a fully flushed expression, though he tries to hide it by keeping his eyes glued to the page. "Yeah, maybe," he mumbles after a moment, the words coming out as a mutter. His voice is as composed as ever, though there's no hiding the slight quiver in it.

You chuckle softly and lean in a little closer, brushing the stray strands away from his cheek. "It smells nice too," you add with a teasing tone. Hyoma shifts again, this time glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a sharp contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the slight fluster you're causing.

"Y/N...," he begins, though the rest of his words are lost as you press a quick kiss to the side of his head. His face is now fully flushed, and he stares at the page, clearly struggling to focus.

"Hmm?" you hum innocently, as though you didn't just kiss him. You place your chin on his shoulder, watching the page of the book as if it's something you're interested in. But your hand is still in his hair, brushing through it slowly, deliberately. Hyoma doesn't respond. He's too focused on trying not to react, too proud to let you see just how much your simple touches are affecting him.

After a moment of silence, you lean in again, this time pressing another quick kiss-this one right on his cheek. "What are you reading, anyway?" you ask casually, as if you hadn't just interrupted him twice now.

Hyoma clears his throat, his voice a little strained as he answers. "A novel. History... war stuff." He keeps it vague, probably because he's more interested in not letting you see how red his face has gotten than in explaining the book.

You hum again in response, not really paying attention to his answer, and instead give him another quick peck, this time on his jawline. He's really blushing now, and you can't help but laugh softly at how cute he looks trying to maintain his cool.

"Y/N," he tries again, his voice a little firmer this time, but it falters when you kiss him again, this time lingering a little longer.

"What?" you say, grinning at how flustered he's becoming. "I'm just giving you some attention."

His eyes flick toward you briefly, the corners of his lips twitching, as if he's fighting off a smile. "You're being distracting," he mutters, but the complaint sounds half-hearted at best. His fingers have loosened around the book now, and you can see him struggling to keep his composure.

"Distracting? Me? Never," you say with mock innocence, pressing another quick kiss, this time on his temple. Hyoma lets out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh, his resistance clearly weakening. His entire face is red now, and the sight of it only makes you want to tease him more.

Unable to help yourself, you kiss his cheek again, this time lingering a bit longer, feeling his skin grow warmer under your lips. "You're not even turning the page," you point out playfully, noticing that his book has been stuck on the same paragraph for a while now.

Hyoma shifts beside you, clearly flustered but trying not to show it. He finally sets the book down with a soft thud, turning his head slightly to look at you. His pink eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, the air between you changes. It's soft, tender, and his usual cocky confidence seems to melt away as he gazes at you. "You're doing this on purpose," he says quietly, but there's no annoyance in his tone, just a kind of resigned amusement.

You give him a cheeky grin, leaning in closer so that your noses almost touch. "Maybe I am," you admit with a playful shrug. "But can you blame me? You're too cute when you're flustered."

Hyoma groans softly, rolling his eyes, but the smile on his lips betrays him. "I'm not cute," he insists, though his voice lacks conviction. "I'm a guy."

You chuckle at his weak protest and press a final, softer kiss against his forehead. "You're my guy," you whisper.

Hyoma doesn't respond. He simply looks at you, his eyes softening in a way that makes your heart flutter. Then, without warning, he reaches out, pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. You feel the warmth of his embrace surround you, and for a moment, you both just stay like that, wrapped up in each other.

"Thanks," he mutters into your hair, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. "For what?"

"For being you," he says simply, his arms tightening around you just a little. There's something so genuine in his voice that it catches you off guard, and you find yourself smiling against his chest.

"Well, you're welcome," you whisper back, feeling your own face warm at the unexpected sweetness of the moment.

You stay there for a while, wrapped in his arms, the teasing forgotten for now as you both enjoy the comfortable silence between you. Eventually, Hyoma pulls back, giving you a soft smile that makes your heart skip a beat. He's still blushing, his face red from all your kisses, but there's a new warmth in his eyes now-a quiet, unspoken affection that makes your chest tighten in the best way possible.

As he picks up his book again, this time actually turning the page, you can't help but smile to yourself. You've seen many sides of Hyoma over the years-his cocky, confident side, his vulnerable moments-but this, right here, feels different.

It feels like home.