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

K. Yukimiya- Shirt°•°•°

Idea of the scenario :

He sent a message to [Y/n], asking if he could borrow one of HIS shirts that she stole from him.

The oneshot :

It was a warm and breezy afternoon and Yukimiya had just wrapped up an intense training session. His legs felt heavy, but his heart was light as he walked into his apartment.

After grabbing a quick drink of water, he flopped onto the couch, scrolling through his messages. As usual, his thoughts drifted to [Y/n], his girlfriend– the one person who could make him smile no matter how exhausting his day had been.

But today, he had a problem. It wasn't about football tactics or a tough workout ; it was about a shirt.

A specific shirt, one that [Y/n] had "borrowed" weeks ago and somehow never returned. It wasn't just any shirt– it was his favorite casual Nike shirt, perfect for a hangout he had planned later with his teammates.

Now, most guys would simply call their girlfriend and demand the shirt back. But Yukimiya wasn't most guys. He was a gentleman, through and through, and even when it came to something as trivial as his own shirt, he believed in asking politely.

After a moment of consideration, he picked up his phone and typed a message :

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My darling 💕

Yukimiya
Hey, [Y/n] ! Hope you're having a good day. I have a small favor to ask. Would it be okay if I, uh, borrowed one of my shirts back ? The one you took last time. I think I need it for something later. Let me know and love you !

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He hit send and set his phone down, feeling oddly nervous. It wasn't the first time [Y/n] had "acquired" one of his shirts– she had a whole collection by now.

But asking for it back ? That was uncharted territory.

Meanwhile, [Y/n] was sprawled on her couch, scrolling through memes and sipping peach ice tea (aka best soda ever, no one can change my mind).

When her phone buzzed, she picked it up, saw Yukimiya's name and smiled automatically. But as she read his message, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Borrow ? One of his shirts ?

She read it again and then it hit her. Her confused frown melted into giggles, which quickly turned into full-blown laughter. She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she nearly spilled her coffee.

"Borrow ? BORROW ?! Is he serious right now ?" She muttered to herself between giggles. Shaking her head, she typed back a reply :

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[Y/n]
Wait, wait, wait. You're asking if you can borrow your own shirt ? Kenyu , are you hearing yourself right now ? 😂 Of course, you can take it ! It's YOURS. I can't believe you're being this polite over a SHIRT 💀

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She hit send, still chuckling. Her phone buzzed almost immediately with his response.

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Yukimiya
I know how it sounds, but you wear it so well that it feels like it belongs to you now. I didn't want to just take it without asking 😅

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[Y/n] laughed even harder, shaking her head in disbelief. "This man..." She muttered, grinning ear to ear.

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[Y/n]
Kenyu, you're unbelievable. You know you don't have to ask for your own stuff, right ? You're too sweet for your own good. Come pick it up whenever you want. I'll even wash it for you if you're lucky

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Yukimiya smiled as he read her message, leaning back against the couch.

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Yukimiya
Thanks, love. And don't worry about washing it, I kind of like it better with your scent on it anyway

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Her cheeks flushed red as she stared at his reply. "Okay, Mr. Smooth Talker, where did that come from ?" She mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

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[Y/n]
Wow, okay. Who gave you the license to flirt today ? Just come get your shirt before I decide to keep it forever

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Later that evening, Yukimiya showed up at her door, looking as polished and composed as ever. But the moment she handed him the shirt, she couldn't resist teasing him.

"So, Mr. Polite, how did it feel asking for something that already belongs to you ?" She said, smirking.

He chuckled, slipping the shirt over his arm. "It felt a little ridiculous, I'll admit. But I'd rather ask than just assume. Besides..." He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It gave me a reason to see you again today."

[Y/n]'s heart did a little somersault, but she refused to let him win so easily. "You're impossible", she muttered, crossing her arms. "But I guess I'll let it slide this time. Only because you're cute."

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "And you're beautiful."

"You're really going all out today, hm ?"

"Only for you, pretty girl." He continued while brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just enough to make her blush before he walked out.

As she stood there, watching him walk away with his shirt in hand, she couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. "Only Kenyu could turn a simple shirt into a whole romantic comedy."

And honestly ? She wouldn't have it any other way.

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(A/n) : finally a new character ! I feel like he would be the most respectful and caring character of Blue Lock beside Loki and Nanase (I will not count Isashit in it). Whatever.
See ya, little cherries ! 🍒