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    Seeing Sakusa stressed out, Atsumu began writing random letters on Sakusa’s skin to soothe him during the team’s assisted stretches. Somewhere along the way, the touches shifted from barely tolerable to something Sakusa actively craved for.

    One day, though, Atsumu accidentally wrote a confession instead.

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    17 Mar 2026

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    Omggg

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    Miya Atsumu’s been sitting pretty as the top ranked Bounty Hunter in the city for years, but staunch rival Sakusa Kiyoomi has been steadily catching up to him as of late, making Atsumu’s life difficult in more ways than one.

    With the city entering a state of turmoil, and a mastermind hellbent on wiping out the whole guild of Hunters, they’ll have to set aside their differences and work together if they want to make it out alive.

    But that’s easier said than done, when neither wants to be the first to give ground.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    It is mid December, the day has been a grey, rainy and foggy thing, and it’s been dark for hours even though it’s only seven p.m.
    Temperatures have been dropping all week, and it’s just started snowing when there’s a quiet knock at the door.

    Kiyoomi almost trips over his own feet in his hurry to get to it, blanket still wrapped around him, his thick fuzzy socks slippery on the wooden floor.

    His eyes widen in surprise when he opens the door. On the other side of the threshold stands Miya Atsumu, eyes red and puffy, only wearing a t-shirt and a thin jacket, shaking pathetically. He glances up at Kiyoomi and looks so miserable that his own heart breaks a little.

    “Omi. I-” he tries, voice breaking. “Sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

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    Kiyoomi, Atsumu, and what comes after the end of beginning. Or how to get there in first place.

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    10 Mar 2026

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    “I just—“

    One of those dangerous, damning thoughts flits through Atsumu's head, and he hesitates.

    He could ask.

    He could put his cards on the table, and if Sakusa’s not interested then he can play it off as being drunk and saying stupid shit. He’s certainly said worse before.

    “You just…?” Sakusa prompts.

    These are desperate times—apparently even more for Sakusa than for Atsumu, which he didn’t think was possible.

    He takes a deep breath and goes for it.

    “What if we helped each other out with th’ whole… dry spell thing?”

    At least five different emotions pass over Sakusa’s shadowed face in the span of a half-second before he forces his neutral mask back into place. “You’re drunk.”

    This is Sakusa. If his answer was no, he wouldn’t have a single issue letting Atsumu know it.

    That?

    That was very much not a no.

    Nothing to lose now, right?

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    24 Feb 2026

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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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    22 Feb 2026