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

J. Aryu- Gossip°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

[Y/n] is a nail stylist and Aryu being the drama queen he is, always talking about being stylish and glam, would always let her do his nails.

The oneshot :

It was a rare evening off for Jyubei Aryu, Blue Lock's resident drama king and self-proclaimed ambassador of all things glam.

[Y/n], his girlfriend and nail stylist extraordinaire, had the night off from her bustling salon and the 2 decided to spend it indulging in what Aryu called "an evening of luxurious artistry and high society tea".

Translation : [Y/n] would do Aryu's nails while they gossiped like 2 queens on a reality show.

"[Y/n], my love, my muse, my everything", Aryu declared as he strutted into her living room, draped in an oversized designer scarf that absolutely wasn't necessary for the weather.

He tossed it dramatically onto the couch and struck a pose. "I have arrived and I am ready to become a canvas for your brilliance."

[Y/n] looked up from her nail kit, already laughing. "A canvas, huh ? You mean the same 'canvas' who cried last time I used acetone because it smelled funny ?"

He gasped, clutching his chest like she'd just accused him of wearing knockoff Gucci.

"How dare you, [Y/n] ? That was not about the acetone ; it was about the vibes. They were toxic– literally ! I cannot have anything unsavory near my aura."

"Your aura ?" She snorted, setting up her portable nail station. "The only thing unsavory is how you call me at 2 AM asking if my glitter polishes are still in stock."

The dramatic man flopped onto the couch, already extending his hand to her. "Glitter is the foundation of life. Now, stop distracting yourself with my perfection and let's get to work. Tonight, I envision... sapphire elegance."

[Y/n] rolled her eyes but reached for her sapphire blue polish. She knew better than to argue with him about aesthetics.

"Fine. But you're not moving this time or I swear, I'll paint one hand in neon green just to humble you."

"Neon green ?!" Aryu screeched, sitting bolt upright. "You wouldn't dare. That's not just an insult to me, it's an insult to fashion. What next, cargo shorts and flip-flops ?!"

"Cargo shorts have their moments", she teased, holding back a laugh.

He clutched his chest again, this time genuinely looking distressed. "I can't even joke about that. Style is not just what you wear ; it's who you are. It's how you breathe ! It's how you exist ! And I, [Y/n], am the epitome of—"

"—moving too much for me to do your nails", she interrupted, grabbing his hand and pinning it down. "So zip it or you're getting a glitter-free manicure."

He immediately froze, his eyes wide. "Fine. But only because I respect your artistry."

As she started filing his nails, the inevitable gossip session began.

"So", Aryu began with a smirk, "you'll never guess what happened at training today."

"Oh, here we go", she said, already intrigued.

"Karasu", Aryu said, dragging out the name like it was some ancient curse, "had the absolute audacity to suggest my hair is too shiny. TOO SHINY ! The jealousy was palpable. I could feel it radiating from him like a cheap perfume."

[Y/n] snorted. "Well, to be fair, you do check your reflection in literally anything with a surface– car windows, water bottles, other players' cleats..."