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

I. Sae- French Fries°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

He hated them because they were really bad for his diet and [Y/n] of course took advantage of that and started annoying him with her fries.

The oneshot :

It was a rare evening when Sae could fully relax. No training schedules, no meetings, and no early flights to catch.

Just him, [Y/n] and the comforting hum of his Madrid apartment. The minimalist decor of the space– gray tones, sleek furniture and clean lines– contrasted sharply with the chaotic energy [Y/n] always seemed to bring into his life.

On the couch, she was tucked under one of his oversized hoodies, which looked like it could swallow her whole. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned back, clutching a carton of takeout fries in one hand like it was a priceless artifact.

Sae sat next to her, wearing his usual "too cool for comfort" look in a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The glow of the TV bathed them in soft light as an action movie played.

Well, Sae was watching the movie. [Y/n] was more interested in her fries– and, as it turned out, tormenting him.

The smell of fried potatoes hung heavy in the air and Sae's jaw tightened slightly every time she reached into the carton. It wasn't that he hated fries.

He hated what they represented : a direct attack on his discipline and years of hard work maintaining the physique of a top-tier athlete. For Sae, fries were the enemy.

[Y/n], on the other hand, reveled in their crispy glory. She popped one into her mouth, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she chewed. Then, as if struck by a brilliant idea, she turned to him, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

"You know", she started, her voice dripping with feigned innocence, "I just remembered something."

He tore his gaze away from the screen to glance at her. That tone always meant trouble. "What ?"

"You don't actually hate fries, do you ?" She asked, holding one up like a trophy. "You just avoid them because they're bad for your diet."

His expression shifted subtly, his emerald-green eyes narrowing. "Yeah. And ?"

Her grin widened. "Oh, nothing. Just thought it was funny that you're scared of these little guys."

He blinked. "Scared ?"

"Yes !" She declared, waving the fry dangerously close to his face. "Look at you, recoiling like it's going to attack you."

"I'm not recoiling", he muttered, leaning slightly away from the offending fry. "I just don't want grease on my face."

[Y/n] let out a laugh, her voice echoing through the apartment. "You look horrified, Sae. Admit it– you're terrified of fries."

He rolled his eyes, trying to focus on the movie again. "I'm not terrified. I just have standards."

"Oh, come on", she teased, shifting closer. She held the fry up dramatically, as if it were a scepter. "This is a masterpiece. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. Golden perfection. And you're missing out."

Sae didn't respond. He was steadfastly ignoring her, but she wasn't having it. She leaned even closer, the fry now inches from his face.

"Just one bite", she said, her voice dripping with mock seduction. "Come on, Sae. Live a little."

"[Y/n]", he warned, his tone low, "if you don't stop—"

"You'll what ?" She challenged, her grin turning devilish. "Outrun me ? Outmaneuver me ? You can't escape, Itoshi Sae. The fries are coming for you."

He looked at her then, genuinely perplexed. "You're insane."

"And you're boring", she shot back, her laughter bubbling over. "Here, let me help you see the light."

Before he could react, she brushed the fry against his lips. Sae froze, his eyes widening in sheer horror. "[Y/n], stop !"

"Why ? You're not going to die", she teased, giggling uncontrollably.

"You don't know that !" He retorted, swatting her hand away like the fry was a venomous snake.

[Y/n] fell back against the couch, clutching her stomach as she laughed. "Oh my God ! Your face ! You look like I just tried to feed you poison !"

"It might as well be", he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Do you know how much grease is in those things ?"

"Oh, relax, Mr. Japan's Prodigy", she said, tossing another fry into her mouth. "One fry won't ruin your career."

"It's not about my career", he insisted, though the faintest hint of a pout was forming. "It's about principle."

"Principle, my foot", [Y/n] said, sitting up again. She reached for another fry, holding it up like a dagger. "I'm going to convert you, Sae. One way or another."

"You can try", he said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "But you'll fail."

"Is that a challenge ?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

"It's a fact", he said, his tone calm but his eyes watching her warily.

[Y/n] grinned, inching closer with the fry. Sae looked like he was ready to bolt. "You're lucky I love you", he muttered.

"And you're lucky I find this entertaining", she quipped, resting her head on his shoulder, fry still in hand.

As the movie continued, [Y/n] went back to munching on her fries, occasionally holding one up to his face just to watch him flinch. It was a battle of wills, but the playful warmth between them made it clear : even if he wouldn't admit it, Sae secretly enjoyed every second of her antics.

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(A/n) : I don't really like how this one turned out but as always, I'm too lazy to fix it, so deal with this crap I wrote.
See ya, pretty dolls ! 💖