Fantasist • Blue Lock Oneshots

♡ Swagger Unmasked ♡ Sendou

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fem!reader x sendou

fluff

no au

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The sound of your doorbell rings, pulling you from the comfort of your couch. You had been waiting for him to arrive, and with each passing minute, the flutter in your chest had only grown stronger. You pad across the living room, your heartbeat matching your hurried steps.

When you open the door, there he stands-Shuto Sendo, the ever-confident ace striker of Japan's U-20 team, as well as your childhood friend. His reddish-salmon hair catches the evening light, the small undercuts peeking through as he casually rakes a hand through it. His narrowed red eyes meet yours, and an all-too-familiar smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Finally," Shuto drawls, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, as if he owns the place. "Missed me?" He looks at you like he expects an obvious answer, the confidence in his tone unmistakable.

You close the door behind him, shaking your head with a grin. "As if I'd miss someone who can't stop bragging about themselves."

"Yeah, right. You love it." He drops onto the couch, legs stretching out lazily. "It's not my fault if I've got a lot to talk about, you know? Too many interesting things happen to me all the time!"

You roll your eyes but can't suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Shuto had that effect-always a little overbearing, but somehow, you find it endearing.

He is right, you love that side of him.

The evening progresses easily, as it always does when he's around. You make your way to the kitchen, deciding to prepare something light for dinner. "Oden with rice?" you call over your shoulder, knowing his preferences well enough by now.

His voice carries over from the living room. "Only if you're feeding me!"

You snort at his cheekiness but comply anyway. Preparing the oden and rice doesn't take long, and soon you're carrying two bowls into the living room. You sit beside him, holding out a spoonful of rice and oden. "What a big baby."

Shuto eyes it with that same smirk but leans in as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "You're too good to me," he says between bites, a slight hint of a tease in his tone. "How'd I get so lucky?"

"Maybe because I'm the only one who can handle your ego?" you retort, feeding him another bite.

"Maybe," he agrees, his red eyes softening ever so slightly as he looks at you, but the moment doesn't last long before he's back to his usual self. "Still, you can't blame me. Not everyone gets to be as talented as me."

You roll your eyes again but keep feeding him, knowing he's just playing up his usual act. It's part of who he is, and honestly, you've grown fond of it-fond of him. You like how relaxed he gets around you, letting his guard down just enough to be a little vulnerable in his own, Shuto-esque way.

After dinner, Shuto stretches, the warmth of the meal making him lazy. "You know," he says, his voice growing more serious for a moment, "I've been thinking."