Fantasist • Blue Lock Oneshots

♡ Bad Influence ♡ Aiku

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fem!reader x oliver aiku

fluff, low-key spicy

highschool, slice of life au

both reader and aiku are 18 here!

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You're not exactly the model student. If anything, you're the opposite of what your school wants its students to be— loud, flashy, and completely uninterested in following rules. You're a perfect blend of delinquent and trendy chaos. Long skirt, bleached hair with colorful streaks, nails sharp enough to slice egos, and a mouth that never holds back.

And then there's Oliver, your partner in crime.

He's just as much of a troublemaker, but in a different way. If you're fire, he's smoke, slinking around effortlessly, too smooth to get caught, too lazy to take anything seriously. Tall, smug, and with that ridiculous two-toned hair, he's got a reputation for being a womanizer, but you never let that bother you. You're not one of his girls, you're his equal, his chaos companion, his favorite person to stir up trouble with.

And today is no different.

"You really think they won't check the roof?" you ask, leaning against the rusty fence, twirling a lollipop between your fingers.

Oliver smirks, hands in his pockets. "Pfft, they never check the roof. Too much effort. Teachers are lazy."

"You're lazy," you snort, pushing his arm. He grins, tilting his head at you. "True. But I still make time for you."

You roll your eyes but feel the corner of your lips twitch up. He knows how to get a reaction out of you, and you hate that he's good at it.

The two of you had ditched your last class and climbed up to the school rooftop, your usual hideout. It's got the best view of the city, and no one ever dares to come up, probably because they assume you will be there. The school already labeled you as "dangerous," which is hilarious because the worst thing you've done is fight a few stuck-up girls and break a vending machine (accidentally).

Oliver stretches his arms behind his head, lounging on the ground like he owns the place. His school uniform is unbuttoned at the top, showing off his collarbone, and he's got that lazy, cocky expression that makes girls fall for him in two seconds.

Not that you're looking or anything.

"You should be thanking me for getting you out of that boring-ass class," he brags, pulling out a stick of gum and popping it into his mouth.

You scoff. "I was THIS close to setting my textbook on fire. You just saved the school from a disaster."

"Always knew I was a hero," he smirks.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

A gust of wind rushes past, ruffling your hair. You reach into your blazer pocket, pulling out your lighter and a cigarette. But before you can light it, Oliver plucks it out of your mouth with two fingers.