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Hi^^, I want to start with what I will be doing in this one-shot book!~

All images I get for chapters are from Pinterest.

I will take requests anytime for almost anything! Don't worry if they're sometimes late. I procrastinate a little, and I mostly do my writing at night due to my days being busy.

I will do character x character (cxc). But I will not do ships like "Atsuya x Shirou" or "Miyasaka x Kazemaru". I will not do smut with character x character.

I will not do Character x OC (cxoc). The reason is that I may not know the OC as well as the creator, so I would probably make mistakes with the OC's personality or other things similar.

I will do gxg for x reader and cxc. But it will not be smut. I don't think I'll do bxb, but that may change.

I will refer to the reader as 'y/n'. My writing style may change from time to time. But I want to try to make chapters at least 1000 words or higher^^ That's it!~~

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Reader Pov:

"Hey, Kazemaru, you ready?" I asked, waiting for Kazemaru to get his shoes on. We were heading to his place tonight to study. On days when there wasn't soccer practice, we would study together. Usually, I would pick our destination to study, but today he wanted to. "Yep," The boy responded, leading us to his house. "The walk isn't too far." Kazemaru continues, his tied aquamarine hair swaying behind him. I smile a little, saying, "So will your parents be home?" Kazemaru raised a brow. "My mom should be...I don't know about my dad. He works late," he says, staring at me with sweet eyes. 'Hmm...I wonder if his mom will make snacks.' I thought as we reached his doorsteps. I watch the boy pull out a key and unlock the door, letting us inside. I took my shoes off at the entrance. Kazemaru's gentle voice says, "Use any of the slippers." I nod, putting a pair on.

His house was pretty standard. But beautifully cleaned. I breathed in the scent of his home and sighed. Kazemaru announces he is home. But no one replies. "Nah, my mom isn't here. She's probably shopping. Let's go to my room. It's upstairs," he says, already heading upstairs. Kazemaru seemed a bit nervous. I followed him up, just for him to shut his bedroom door in my face. "Err- sorry. Wait, I'm gonna change into my home clothes..." The blue-haired boy stammers. I blush at the thought of him changing, quickly brushing away the impure thoughts. After a few minutes, he opens the door and lets me in. "Ooh, Kazemaru, your room is so nice!~" I comment, looking around for a bit before turning to face him again. Kazemaru's face flushed, staring at the floor. "Oh yeah, err, sit wherever you'd like," he says before taking a deep breath. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I pull out my math worksheet and an answer key. Kazemaru's eyes widen momentarily. "A cheat sheet? Where'd you get that?" the boy pulls out his work. "It's not exactly a cheat sheet. I got it from Aki. I'm gonna use it to check out answers." I explained. Taking out a calculator and a pencil, we begin to do the work. Checking the answer sheet once after every few questions.

After we were all done, we checked our work once more. "Yesss!! It's not like it took 90 minutes..." I tease. Putting away our things, Kazemaru asks, "Um, Y/n, could you maybe stay here a little longer?" I blush. "Yeah, why?" I say almost immediately. The boy hesitated, replying with a '~because~' answer. I shrug. Why not? "So what do you wanna do now?" I ask, a soft smile paints itself onto my face. Kazemaru bites his lip momentarily, obviously contemplating something. "You know how we've been friends since I've been in the athletic club?" he asks. I nod. "Well, I want you to call me Ichirouta. But not in public...when it's just us," Ichirouta said with a smile. The sun beamed through his curtains. Casting an almost unreal look on him. His hair shone brightly, reminding me of the sea. Ichirouta hesitates again, "Could you do another thing for me, please?" I feel my face getting hot. I nod again as he tells me to close my eyes. Closing my eyes, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. A feeling similar to when you're on the rise on a rollercoaster. Suddenly, I felt soft lips brush against mine. The warmth was so quick that I could barely savor it. I flutter my eyes open, my lips slightly parted. I wanted to protest against him, to say that we shouldn't ruin our friendship like this, but my face showed otherwise. Immediately, Kazemaru's lips place themselves on mine again. My eyes widen. I had never been so close to someone like this before. The blue-haired boy deepens the kiss. His lips finally part from mine after a minute. A sudden realization hit his face. "I'm so sorry, y/n! I didn't ask how you felt or anything!" Ichirouta says with urgency. "Ichirouta, if I didn't want it, I would've pushed you off of me," I say with a small smile. He lets out a small sigh of relief. This time, I kiss him, my hands on both his shoulders.

Kazemaru lets out a soft gasp, parting his lips subconsciously. I slip my tongue into the kiss, licking his tongue with mine. Kazemaru emits a soft moan before his hands land on my waist. I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Oh my God...this is happening. I get more eager before I pull away slightly. A string of saliva connects our lips. Our pants are the only thing audible other than the sounds of evening crickets. I check the time. "Ah~ ha~...ah?! It's 6:30 already?! I have to get home!" I announced, totally breaking our intimate moment. Ichirouta nods in understanding, wiping his bottom lip. "Y-yeah...you should probably get home." He helps me gather my things. We both head downstairs, ready to depart from one another. I put on my shoes, then said sweetly, "See you tomorrow, Ichirouta~. Bye!" Shutting the door behind me, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

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Today we have soccer practice. Meeting Kazemaru at the lockers again. I watch him change into his cleats. We both walked onto the field, he holding his bag, I holding a clipboard. I sit down with the other managers, giving Aki back her cheat sheet. "So what are they gonna do today?" I give Natsumi and the others a cute look. "Hm- Whatever's on here," Replies Natsumi. I nod, not paying attention; instead, I'm looking at Kazemaru from across the field. I space out for a hot second before they all look at me like I'm a crazy person. "Wow, y/n. I didn't think you'd be the type of person to watch boys with such an interest~" Haruna teases. I roll my eyes, smiling faintly. Natsumi was about to point out who I was staring at, but thankfully, Coach Hibiki blew the whistle.

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((I'm not sure if this counts as like a gxg type fanfic. But more of a friend type one, ig?))

Reader Pov:

Natsumi and I have always been close friends. I mean, if it wasn't for my love for soccer and her, I wouldn't be a manager. I had always been the quiet one in our friend group. I never really speak unless spoken to. Some would say my face is almost wooden. But when I was with Natsumi, I could only smile, even when she would lose her temper. Sometimes being around her is like a dream or a hallucination. She was just so perfect to me. I loved everything about her; I wanted to be her. There was just one small problem: Natsumi was leaving the country for school. 'I won't be gone long,' she keeps telling me. But I can't help but feel a pang in my chest when I hear those words. 'I won't be gone long,' those were the same words my (sibling/friend) said to me before they left me alone. I can't help but tear up at the thought of them. They were my only friend before I came to Raimon Jr. High. Natsumi was the first person I met at this school. Immediately, we clicked together like Legos. And to hear her now say that, I can't help but feel like curling into a ball.

I walk on the soccer field after practice. I didn't play, but I was a manager. My breath shakes with each step I take. I walk back and forth on the field. The sun begins to set, painting the world with vibrant pinks and blues. I continue walking until I hear a soft yet smug-ish voice, "Y/n? Wanna hang out with me for a bit?" It was Natsumi. I look up, my face turning a soft shade of red due to embarrassment. Natsumi smiles and tilts her head a little, "So?..." I nod, grabbing my bag and heading up to the concrete stairs where she stands. Her auburn hair looked like caramel under the setting sun. The wind has started to pick up, and my hair spills into my face not so gracefully. Natsumi lets out a laugh as we start to walk to her place. "Na-Natsumi..." I begin, my gaze towards the ground beneath me. The girl turns her focus to me and replies with a yes. "H-Have you ever liked anyone?" I ask, my words fall out of my mouth unexpectedly. I blush at my question as I await her answer. Natsumi hesitates before replying with a flushed face. "Yeah, I have...But I don't think they like me back. Which kinda hurts." Natsumi said in a melancholic tone. We reach her house and head up to her room. Natsumi's house looked so nice. It was always clean and kempt. Her room was a prime example. It screamed luxury. Everything from the ceiling to the pillows on her bed. It was beautiful. Like her.

Sitting on her bed, she asks me, "Y/n, when I leave, I want you to keep this safe. And please never let anyone touch it or look through it. Not even you. I trust you with all my heart." Natsumi says, handing me over what seemed to be a diary of sorts. It was pink and had a hardcover. I nod, putting it in my bag. What could be so important that not even I can look through? I respect her privacy, but just her saying that makes me curious. Now my fingers are itching to go through the notebook. I look up to meet Natsumi's gaze, her brown eyes gleaming in the final bits of sun shining through her window. Her eyes could tell a whole story; they were a gateway to her soul. I wish I knew what lay within her soul.

At my house, I put the diary on my bookshelf, next to my books and postcards I get from my relatives. Throughout the night, I try to imagine summer and school without Natsumi. Each time, I can't. The only things I can imagine are if she will get new friends, if she will forget about me, and if she even cares. I turn to lie on my side. She'll probably forget about me anyway, I thought. I feel sick to my stomach as I imagine her laughing with someone else, having more fun with another. My head is drowning me in a sea of possibilities. But I can't help but feel a knot in my stomach as I imagine her face. I think about many things until 'What if I love Natsumi?'. I blush at my thought and cover my face with my sheets. I can't be in love with her...? Can I?

2 weeks or so had already passed, and Natsumi's departure loomed over me like the clouds on a rainy day. There was no practice today, yet I found myself on the field, talking to Kazemaru of all people. He didn't have much to say, and neither did I. The sun began to set slowly, and the sky now had colors of oranges and peaches, which meant summer was near. He went home after a few more minutes, leaving me alone on the bench. I stood up, about to leave, before I heard a voice. "Y/n! I thought I'd find you here!" Natsumi said, walking towards me with poise. "Wanna hang-" before she could finish her sentence, I blurted out randomly, "Hang out? You're leaving in a few days, and you want me to hang out?! Is this just fun to you?!" I said with untimely anger. Natsumi's smile faded into a frown, her brows furrowed. How could she be acting so carefree about leaving while I'm in shambles because of it?!

"What do you mean, 'Is this fun to me?' Of course, this isn't fun to me! I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit! You're acting like I chose to leave!" Natsumi said, the hurt evident in her expression as she looked away. Tears filled her gaze. My eyes widen momentarily, and I respond, "But you're still going through with it!" My voice gets louder on instinct. I internally cringe at my words, knowing I shouldn't have said that. I knew it wasn't her choice. Why did I say that?

"And I thought you'd be happy with me! This is an amazing opportunity! And you can't be happy for me! You're never happy for anyone but yourself! Even when our team wins, you're still-faced!" Natsumi's words cut through me like a blade. I hesitated. She was right, I barely smiled anymore unless I was with close friends. Even talking to Kazemaru just now, he seemed bummed out talking to me. Was it because I had no emotion? Maybe it's because I was being so depressing. So...moody...That's exactly what I hate about myself! Oh, how I envied the girl before me. Natsumi always thought before she spoke (mostly). Natsumi always was expressive, even when she was calm. She was so complex, too. Why can't I be more like her? My voice softens. "That's not true! I'm happy for you! I'm always happy for you! I just...I don't want you to leave! Wha-What if you get better friends than me? What if you forget about me?" I say as large tears run down my cheeks. Natsumi faced me, her stained cheeks showing in the fading light of the warm evening.

"Wha-? Y/n..." The auburn-haired girl stepped closer, realizing what I was going through. "I love you so much, Natsumi. And I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I just- I need some affirmation. It just feels like everyone I care about leaves me. Everyone I care about...And I don't know if it's because of the way I am or something. I just wish I knew why they leave." I continue, taking her hands in my own. I finally told her how I felt. I was sad, I was angry, I wanted to go into my room and never come out. I felt terrible. But at least some of the weight was lifted from my shoulders. After what feels like centuries, Natsumi responds with new tears filling her eyes. "Oh, Y/n!" the girl said, pulling me into a hug. "I would never forget about you! No one could ever replace you," she said, her voice trembling. "And, Y/n, you are perfect the way you are! You don't need to change. I love you because of you! I will love you no matter what." Natsumi finally said before gently pulling away. I could tell she meant it. I blush madly from embarrassment and sadness. She keeps hold of my hands in hers. Those words, 'I love you'. I've been aching to hear that since I was small. I'm glad she was the one to say them to me. Suddenly, I feel as if I'm invincible. I feel as if Natsumi is my shield, that she would always be there for me. After some moments, my anger and sadness dissipate, leaving me with a fresh feeling. A new feeling.

I stare at Natsumi and smile, "I love you too...So, so much..." My voice breaks mid-sentence. Natsumi brings my hands towards her chest and says in a soft, creamy tone, "Y/n, just remember, no matter where we are. I will always love you." I smile faintly and nod, wiping stray tears from my eyes. There are a couple of long beats of silence. But it was comfortable. The wind blows, cooling me off from the encounter. Natsumi's eyes lit up, which was followed by her saying, "Y/n, what if instead of calling or texting each other...we'll send each other postcards while I'm away. I know it's old-fashioned, but it feels meaningful, like our friendship." The girl said with a brighter smile and a hint of grace. I pause, my mouth slightly parted. Postcards? That's a lovely idea. I give Natsumi a nod of approval, then say, "Of course...And be sure to take pictures. I'd love to see the scenery." Natsumi stares at the dimming sky before letting out a witty remark. "Okay, then be sure to send pictures of you smiling! Those are my favorite ones!"

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((Comfort scenarios after a bad day :3 idk if it's kinda short or not. I'll probably make a pt 2))

Endou Mamoru:

After practice, you were about to head home before you started to break down. Not wanting anyone to see you, you rushed into the clubhouse, hoping no one would come in. Hearing the door open, you tense, the defense systems going off in your brain. "Ah-? Y/n, are you crying?" says a warm, light voice. You look up with teary eyes. "No- My eyes are just really sweaty..." You reply, wiping the tears from your face. Endou sits on the floor next to you. "What's wrong?" He asks with concern. He was rarely your first choice to go to if you needed to vent. So you hesitated before explaining your situation. Endou waited with patience and understanding. "Y/n...I'm so sorry that happened. You didn't deserve any of that. Just know that it's okay. Everything's okay." Endou says with a small smile before hugging you.

Gouenji Shuuya:

You and Gouenji were dating for quite a while, though nobody knew, of course. You two trusted each other the most. So it would be an understatement to say that Shuuya was surprised, and he saw you crying. Today, he was hanging out at your house with you before you began to space out, then eventually sob. "Hmm....Ah? Y/n! Are you okay? Did something happen?" The boy asked you, his eyes wide in shock. "I...I don't know anymore." You reply, hiding your face. "Y/n, whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you. Always." Gouenji said in a soft tone, his slightly larger hands enveloping yours.

Kazemaru Ichirouta:

Lately, you have been going through a lot of events in such a short amount of time that you could barely process them. And to add salt to the wound, none of the events were good ones either. You felt like you were alone. Without anyone to vent to...until you remembered a certain someone's words. 'Just remember, whenever you feel sad or lonely, I'll be there for you, Y/n.' Those were Ichirouta's words. He had told them quite some time ago, but surely he would stay true to his words. Without a second thought, you called Kazemaru to meet up at his house. The boy opens the door with a concerned look. "Y/n, make yourself at home, it's just us right now," Kazemaru said as you took off your shoes and shut the door. "You seemed quite distraught over the phone earlier. Is everything okay?" His tone was soft and inviting, his amber eyes shining with an almost determined look. Suddenly, you begin to cry in front of him, your words falling out of your mouth. Kazemaru's face turns red with embarrassment. He didn't know how to comfort you. He didn't know you would cry so soon, so he tries his best. "Ah? Y/n...shhh...It's okay. I'm here..." The blue-haired boy walks you to the couch and holds you. Letting you have a chance to tell him what's happening, even if he didn't understand all of it.

Kidou Yuuto:

It was a break during practice, and Kidou had seemed to notice you were being quiet, which was way out of character for you. Usually, you were always either talking to other players or the managers. A total chatterbox. But today, you were disconnected from them. It was like you were in a whole different world. Even though it wasn't his place to do this, he felt like he had to know what was wrong. Sitting beside you, not so nonchalantly, he asks, "Y/n...Are you okay?" The tiniest bits of concern laced his voice. You stare at him with a blank face, shaking your head a bit. "I'm just...kinda- I'm late on almost all my school work. Everything's piling up at the worst time. It'd be nice if someone would help me with work once in a while," you explain with distaste. Kidou's expression softens. "I could help you, if it's affecting you so much. Besides...I think grades are more important than soccer anyway. So when practice ends, if you'd still like my help with school...I could help you." The boy responded with a small smile before walking away.

Fubuki Shirou:

It was a windy, chilly day. And you just happened to be outside on the park bench. Your face was etched with worry and disappointment in yourself. You felt as if you weren't enough. But just before you could get any deeper into those thoughts, you felt someone sit next to you. You scoot away just a bit. They scooted a little closer. Turning your head to face them, you realize it's Fubuki. He awkwardly smiles before asking, "Why are you frowning?" Heat rises to your face. You didn't expect he would ask how you felt. Considering his gentle nature, it seemed right for him to ask you. You hesitated before facing the ground. "I just...I feel like I'm not enough for anybody. The team, my family...for me." You said holding yourself. Fubuki's expression softened with understanding. Placing an arm around you, he says, "Y/n, that's not true. You're already enough. You're more than enough." Fubuki smiles weakly, hoping to cheer you up. Looking up, you faintly smile back. Although his words didn't fully ease the tension in your mind. They still meant a lot to you.

Afuro terumi:

You lay on Afuro's bed listening to him rant about soccer and his hair. Zoning out your mind went to thoughts about what you did wrong today, or every day, for that matter. Lately, it has become a habit, and a tiring one. Of course, you never told anyone your feelings. You always listened to others' problems, not telling your own. Most would call you quiet, others call you receptive. Afuro noticed your lack of speaking and slightly frowned. His usual confident demeanor was shifting. "Uh, Y/n, are you okay? You seem kinda out of it." The blonde said with concern. You nod slightly, turning to lie on your stomach. Afuro sighs and sits next to you. "You know, can tell me anything...right?" You look up. "Yeah, I know..." You say with uncertainty. "Well, come on, talk to me." The boy says, tilting his head slightly, his maroon eyes sparkling with curiosity. Afuro listens intently to you as you vent out your frustration and hurt. It tugs at his heartstrings. When you're finally finished, you're almost in tears. "So no...I'm not okay." You sat before feeling a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, I'm so sorry about that! Aww...my poor Y/n!" Terumi says now hugging you tightly in his arms, his legs wrapping around yours. "It's okay, you're with me now...no one will hurt you. Not even your thoughts."

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((Hiii!! Requests will always be open! Sometimes I take breaks from writing, so chapters will not always be consistent. I will NOT write for IE GO or Victory Road!!))

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((I'm getting the chapters done. Just know that the chapters will be even more delayed bc I'm in a sport and school is starting. But I'll try to upload more!!^^ Enjoy these headcanons for now<3))

Afuro Terumi- Listens to K-pop. Has a 10-step skincare and hair care routine. Secretly in a choir.

Kazemaru Ichirouta- Listens to Mitski. Runs a mile each morning. Favorite color is orange.

Gouenji Shuuya- Does Yuuka's hair and plays with her when he's not doing soccer. Exceptional cook.

Haruna Otonashi- Has 1k followers on Instagram and TikTok. Does pop choreo in her room. Takes pictures of the scenery. Has an aura of a blueberry muffin.

Aki Kino- Bakes cookies shaped like the players and hands them out to the team. Visits America occasionally. Made matching bracelets for the other managers.

Sakuma Jirou- Has a penguin-themed bedroom. Plays Sonic games.

Ryuuji Midorikawa- Drinks matcha milk tea. Loves to stargaze with his friends. Wants a skateboard but is afraid he'll break his neck trying to ride it.

Natsumi Raimon- Owns many porcelain tea party sets. Wears Vivienne Westwood jewelry. Likes to do her and the other managers' nails. Plays violin and flute. Sometimes stares at Endou without realizing. Smells like strawberry vanilla.

Rika Urabe- Is a Gyaru. Has an Aiura Mikoto mindset. She is an amazing cook. Makes paper stars and gives them to her darling.

Kiyama Hiroto- Knows the names of the constellations by heart. Likes to chew ice.

Fuyuka Kudou- Like Butterflies. Smells like Lavender. Has plushies of Korilakkuma.