BloodyReina



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    Isagi and his stupid, crazy, insane eyes that see right through him like he’s a glass house. They're the ocean at the drop of a cliff ledge: Dangerous. Beckoning. Fatal. Rin wants to kill him, or something—destroy Isagi before he can destroy Rin. Not that Isagi ever could, of course.

    Thoughtfully, Sae says, “You can’t just be normal about things. It’s always indifference or obsession.”

    After suffering a grueling defeat on the national stage, Itoshi Rin enters the off-season plagued with bloodlust—the next time he faces his long-standing rival on the pitch, Isagi Yoichi, he promises to devour him whole.

    That was the plan, at least, but their reunion arrives much sooner. When he and Isagi Yoichi cross paths again, it’s at the Wellness Studio he does yoga classes at. Without the distance of the game between them, Rin realizes how thin the line between love and hate really is.

    or: Rin does yoga. Isagi takes up pottery. Things happen.

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    12 May 2026

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    This is the best fanfiction I’ve read in my life I’m not exaggerating

  2. Public Bookmark 87

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    Itoshi Rin has a problem.

    That problem is named Isagi Yoichi, and he has an insufferable sex drive, zero concept of personal space, and an annoying habit of dragging Rin into risky, reckless, absolutely stupid situations.

    Rin swears he hates it. Hates him. Hates how Isagi smirks like he owns him.

    (He doesn’t.)

     

    Or: Isagi has too much stamina, Rin has too much pride, and somehow, "rivals with benefits" turns into so much worse.

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    09 May 2026

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    We love rinsagi

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    Rin and Sae talk it out. Eventually.

     

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    “So why are you here at one in the morning?”

    “I need…” He needs Sae. He feels like he’s fucking losing it, and all he wants is to talk to his brother."

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    “You are not unnecessary. You’re my brother. You’ll never be unnecessary.”

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    06 May 2026

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    Wait I’m crying the itoshi brothers reconciliation fic was made by the same author im on cloud 9

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    “Is this supposed to be a power play or something?”

    Rin turns around. Isagi’s holding the shirt out with a slight look of confusion on his face, squinting for a moment before turning it around for Rin to see.

    Right there, blazed across the back of the shirt, says Itoshi Rin. An old practice shirt, he thinks. All he really brought to Blue Lock was jerseys and such. “It’s a fucking shirt, Isagi. Wear it.”

    Face tinged with red, Isagi drags off his jersey and replaces it with Rin’s shirt. It’s big, on him, and Isagi twists to see his reflection in the mirror above his dresser, tugging at the sleeves. The bold, black lettering stretches across his shoulder blades. It’s a little odd, seeing his own name on someone else. But it isn’t really just someone else, is it? It’s Isagi. It’s Isagi, wearing his old practice jersey, soft from use— wearing his name.

    ———

    “You shouldn’t say shit like that,” He says, low.

    Isagi’s growing smirk as well as the remnants of blush painted across his face look fucking delectable. “Yeah? Or what?”

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    06 May 2026

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    Reading this fic was better than any drug you could ever take I think I got high off of this

  5. Public Bookmark 83

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    “Ah, c’mon, Zan-Zan don’t be holdin’ back on me now. Y’know I like it when you’re rough with me….” Jabber teased, the plastered grin refusing to fade as he locked eyes with the one he wanted to put him in his place, where he belonged. Zanka wrinkled his nose, unable to comprehend how someone could be grinning in a situation this tense.

    “Yeah? You like that, you masochistic fuck,” Zanka spat, his face twisting, disgust clear in every prominent line. “How revolting. I oughta chop your dick clean off just for saying that… then again,” his eyes narrowed, a smirk bubbling to the corner of his lips, “you’d probably get off on it, wouldn’t you?”

    “Heh… y’know me too well,” Jabber purred.

    Or,

    Jabber’s twisted luck led him directly to his perfect match. A sadist with a raging hard-on for beating him bloody in battle. By the time it was over, Jabber was black and blue, barely upright, dopamine still drumming hot and heavy through his veins. The ache only made him smile.

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    29 Mar 2026

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    Worthy of midnight goon sessions