Blue Lock oneshots (Bllk x [Y/n])

S. Ryusei- Prank°•°•°

(A/n) : no summary this time.
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The oneshot :

Shidou and [Y/n] were cozied up on their massive couch, wrapped together like burritos in a fleece blanket.

The sun was dipping lower, its golden light spilling through the windows and bathing the living room in a lazy glow.

A movie droned quietly in the background, though neither of them was paying much attention to it.

[Y/n] was snuggled comfortably against Shidou's chest, one of her legs draped over his while he lazily ran his fingers through her hair. It was peaceful. Domestic, even.

For Shidou, this was rare– he was always moving, always buzzing with energy like some perpetual-motion machine.

But in moments like this, when [Y/n] was curled against him, her warmth anchoring him in place, even he could slow down.

And that's when it hit him : It's way too quiet.

A mischievous grin crept onto his lips. This serenity wouldn't last– he'd make sure of it.

The perfect prank was already forming in his head and Shidou Ryusei never ignored a golden opportunity.

"Oi", he muttered casually as though the thought had just occurred to him.

[Y/n] hummed softly in response, her face nuzzling into his chest. "Mmm ?"

He paused, drawing it out for dramatic effect. "You should get off me now."

She blinked, not quite registering what he said. "Huh ?"

"I said", he repeated, his voice oddly serious, "get off. I don't wanna cuddle anymore."

[Y/n] froze mid-snuggle. She pulled back slightly, craning her neck to look up at him, her face scrunched in confusion. "What are you talking about ?"

He sighed like it pained him to even explain, leaning back against the couch and draping an arm over his forehead in theatrical exhaustion.

"It's too much, babe. You're all... on me." He waved a hand vaguely like she was some cumbersome weight. "I feel trapped. Like I can't breathe."

[Y/n] pushed herself up fully now, staring at him in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape. "Excuse me ?"

He turned his head, barely glancing at her as he shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm just being honest. Cuddling's kinda overrated, don't you think ? Space is healthy in relationships. Personal boundaries or whatever."

For a full 5 seconds, she just stared at him, her expression morphing from shocked to offended. "You're joking, right ?"

"Nah", he said, biting back the smirk that threatened to ruin his act. He stretched his arms above his head and added, "It's just... I don't need this much physical affection, y'know ? You're clingy."

"Clingy ?!" She shot up off the couch, her voice hitting a pitch that would've made Shidou flinch– if he wasn't trying so hard to keep his laughter in.

"Yeah", he said, daring to keep his tone casual, even as her death glare practically bored holes into his soul.

"I mean, come on, [Y/n]. I'm not a pillow. You've got your own side of the couch."

The silence that followed was chilling.

Her jaw tightened as she stood over him, arms crossed like she was holding herself back from throttling him.