Karasu Tabito - Blog Posts

✎ Blue Lock Official Art ᯓ

Nagi would sit there for hours and not leave, I bet lmfao😭🙏🏽

Hiori can't relax, he just needs to move and pose💀 Like, gurl stop raising your hand, u're not in class

Rin looks so at ease (I bet he's relaxing sm right now)

Why is Karasu flirting with me?

Why is Bachira smiling at me like that?

Reo's tired.

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they're all mewing noww👻🫰🏼👀

Karasu Tabito icons 🐦‍⬛🪽

some jjba and bllk chibi doodles, ive never really drawn chibi stuff like this before but ive always wanted to so its kinda bad

i wasn't built for drawing cute things i was built to draw thirst traps 💔

covid is killing me but at least i can do dumb shit like this 💔

original below the cut

tryna escape art block by drawing this fine man

why haven't i drawn them together before, that shoud be a crime they're literally my profile banner

crazy how with the new additional time ive been seeing a lotta tabieita haters come from it

i guess since its becoming more well known there are more people to hate on it too

oh well sucks for them MORE FOR ME!! 🤤🤤🤤

WHY IS EVERY TABIEITA FIC A CHATFIC I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

hes so 😍

you will never catch me drawing the blue lock bodysuits correctly

BLLK MEMES

I decided to go ahead and post the ones I was referring to in my last post lol. I mean if I’m not looking at them at least someone else can, I suppose. We were thinking about posting them when we were still friends but never did lmfao oh well. Creds to them for making these.

Not sure what else to say but some of these are kinda explicit so be warned :D

WHAT THE HELLLL THERES AN INAGE LINIT???

hair down!karasu

“you’re so distracting,” you grouse as you feel your roommate’s chin come to rest on top of your head, your fingers stilling over your keyboard mid-sentence. 

“‘m bored,” karasu sighs. “and ya spelled specific wrong.”

tilting your head upward, you glare up at him while whacking the backspace key more aggressively than necessary with your middle finger, “because you distracted me!”

he stands back up, chuckling to himself and sauntering off into the kitchen to inevitably make more noise while you sacrifice what remains of your late-semester soul to the research paper gods. 

to be fair, the issue of him being a distraction is less about his shuffling and tittering about the apartment in boredom and moreso just about…him. 

well, a very specific part of him. 

you’ve been friends with karasu for years, you’re close. exceptionally close, you’d argue. and when the entire first floor of your dorm building flooded out last week, he offered you the spare room in his apartment—no questions asked.

it’s a temporary arrangement, so really, it should pose no risk to the neat and tidy little drawer that you keep your attraction to him shoved into the dark corners of. spending a few weeks underfoot with his warm accent, pretty eyes, dry humor, and gravely laugh shouldn’t kill you.

you’re been compartmentalizing it all like a champ for years, after all.

if subterfuge of unrequited pining was an olympic sport—

but you underestimated one tiny issue that you hadn’t quite thought out the consequences of when presented with the opportunity to cohabitate with karasu tabito. 

one little thing—

his hair.

his at home hair. 

his i’m not leaving the house or seeing anyone today hair. 

his clean, completely product-free, ridiculously attractive hair—which falls softly across his forehead, tickling the bridge of his nose. which flits along the shell of his ears and rests against the back of his neck.

(which makes you want to run for the hills and jump into his arms and flee the country and kiss him until you can’t breathe and—)

it’s funny, really, when you think about it. the fact that you’ve actually never seen karasu without styling wax in his hair somehow. it feels somewhat ridiculous thinking it out loud. 

but restricted exposure throughout the duration of your friendship thus far was clearly for the better, given the way you haven’t been able to stop glancing over at him every two minutes since he got out of the shower three hours ago. since he padded into the living room in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and plopped down on the other end of the couch, idly scrolling through his phone and entirely unaware of the crisis he’d unknowingly thrust upon your unsuspecting, fragile mind. 

because here’s the thing—on a normal day, you can squash them down, these inconvenient feelings of attraction. the way your heart flutters feebly against your ribcage at the sound of his voice, at the curve of his lips when you say something ridiculous that makes him smile. 

at the way he says your name, how you always seem to be the first person he calls after games. how he falls asleep with his head in your lap when you watch movies, the way he doesn’t even have to ask what you want when you’re ordering food or getting coffee because he just knows. 

but this. 

this. 

he’s sitting on the other end of the couch again, lazily running a hand through his hair and blowing it out of his eyes every so often while he taps away at a game on his phone. 

and yeah, you’ve never been quite so attracted to him as in this moment.

it’s not even just the fact that his hair is down, even though the back of your neck has yet to stop burning at the sight of it. 

it’s the undeniable domesticity of it all that has your heart racing in your chest. 

that has your fingers itching to toss your laptop aside, to crawl across the expanse of cushions and into his lap—

“please tell me you’re almost done,” karasu interrupts your treacherous train of thought. 

you find him on his hands and knees in front of where you’re seated sideways against the arm of the couch, positioned between your lazily spread legs with one hand hovering over the lid of your laptop, which he’s slowly pushing closed. 

“hey!” you choke out, both startled by the way your body reacts to his sudden proximity and the fact that you haven’t saved your document in fifteen minutes. 

hastily, you do just that, and the laptop snaps shut with a resounding click that seems to echo off of the walls of the apartment like a beacon while karasu stares back at you for a beat. 

a slow grin of victory spreads across his face when he uses one hand to transfer your laptop to the coffee table, but he makes no move to get off of you. 

“otoya and hiori wanna get dinner,” he tells you by way of explanation. 

it’s not fair how much more attractive his stupid, cute little mole looks with dark strands of hair falling against it—

“and?” you ask carefully. 

you just want to reach out and touch—

“and you gotta eat, too, so i’ve been waitin’ on you, princess.”

fucking pet names. one goddamn crisis at a time.

your ribcage is on the verge of becoming a triage center. 

“well, don’t you—shouldn’t you go and get ready, at least?” you do your best not to sound completely and entirely rattled as you gesture toward his hair. 

he looks up with just his eyes, as if he’s only just now noticing the origin of your afternoon’s torture. “what, does it look that bad?”

is he serious?

he smirks, and—oh. your breath hitches in your throat as you try to figure out when he got so close, when he shifted even higher to cage you in entirely between his tall, muscled frame and the plush, worn-in couch cushions. 

it makes you feel dizzy, being beneath him like this. 

karasu smells like the strawberries he was eating earlier, and your throat goes dry as you think about the way he’d outright fed one to you instead of handing it to you like a normal person when you asked. the way his fingertips had briefly touched your lips—

he smells like the fabric softener he’s used for years, and it’s seemingly the last remaining lifeline left to ground you in this moment. you grasp at it, almost desperately. 

you end up unconsciously fisting a hand in the fabric of his shirt instead. 

he leans in a little closer, close enough that his hair brushes against your forehead. 

it tickles. 

warmth blooms hot in your gut, petals of heat caressing your spine.  

“does it look bad?” he asks again. 

you can feel his breath skirt against your lips. 

“maybe,” you whisper, voice almost hoarse. because you need some sort of an upper hand here. 

he huffs, eyes locked on yours. “liar.”

“you’re distracting,” you tell him again for the—you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve said it today. 

one of his knees is slotted dangerously between your legs, and you try not to think about the way his thighs look in his kit. how often you have to tear your eyes away from the sight of them when you’re watching his games. 

fucking footballers. 

“am i?” 

you nod slowly, and you wonder what his lips taste like. how he kisses. if they’re as warm as the body heat that’s blanketing you while he keeps you bracketed beneath him. 

if he’d methodically break you down like he does to his opponents on the field—if he’d call you some other endearing thing in that pretty accent of his while your legs are wrapped around his waist, while you’re carding your fingers through his hair and parting your lips and gasping his name. 

you wonder if he’d take it slow and drag his nose down your cheek before sliding his lips along the curve of your jaw. 

if he’d kiss you long and deep, licking his way into your mouth with one hand splayed against your throat and another curled around your hip. 

if he’d—

“you’re distracting, too, ya know,” he whispers. 

“what?” your heart’s pounding so loudly in your chest, you’re not sure if you heard him right. 

karasu taps your chin lightly with his pointer finger. “ya read out loud, and ya sing to yourself while you’re cookin’ and cleanin’.”

embarrassment washes over you as you begin to realize what a bothersome house guest you’ve probably unintentionally become over the past few days. “i’m sorry, i’m just so used to living alone, and—“

he cuts you off abruptly, “i said you’re distracting, not that i didn’t like it.”

you blink up at him owlishly, and your chest tightens in confusion as you breathe out what seems to be one of the few last remaining words in the wasteland of your mental dictionary, “what?”

“you have a pretty voice,” he murmurs, thumb ghosting over the edge of your bottom lip. “i like hearin’ it.”

you feel breathless when you exhale the only other thing you can think to say, “karasu.”

his eyes fall shut for a moment, and he smiles. “i love the way you say my name.”

your tongue dances impatiently against the back of your teeth as you swallow, testing the weight of three different syllables—

“tabito,” you whisper. 

he opens his eyes suddenly, and he stares down at you with an expression that has your toes curling against the couch cushions. 

“you should only say that if ya want me to kiss ya,” he rasps. 

your fingers tremble slightly as you reach up and touch his hair, slowly brushing the tips across his mole. he catches your hand when you go to pull away, keeping it there. 

“tabito.”

karasu’s mouth crashes into yours. 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ This edit has been on repeat in my head since I saved it. I’m in love with Karasu guys

Video credits: lxlceii on tiktok

Karasu Tabito ➶-͙˚ ༘✶

Touchstarved!Karasu who makes you sit on his lap while he’s watching horror movies just to feel your heart race—and smirks when you flinch at jump scares

Touchstarved!Karasu who is emotionally unavailable to 99.9% of people, but the second you touch his hair or kiss his temple he’ll melt

Touchstarved!Karasu who pretends to be annoyed when you grab his hand in public but then squeezes it harder when you don’t let go

Touchstarved!Karasu who loves to lie in between your legs as you play with his hair

Touchstarved!Karasu who sees your lips as his weakness—and when you kiss him—he pulls you in kissing you like he’s hungry

Touchstarved!Karasu who purposely stretches his arms behind his head and when yours eyes drift down to his abs— he smirks and says “caught you”

Touchstarved!Karasu who pulls you closer in his sleep, face buried in your chest, mumbling your name like it’s the only thing that makes him feel safe

Touchstarved!Karasu whose idea of heaven is you straddling his lap, giggling as you press kiss after kiss across his face

Karasu sharing the same va as Bakugo in the dub makes me giggle sm cause I can't unhear bakugo and it made me think

Bakugou would SOOOO be a striker he wouldn't take any other position and I stand by that.

Someone gotta make mha but blue lock version 🙏🙏

it’s kinda sad how karasu doesn’t have an accent in the anime but then on the otehr hand the lack of accent made me think him. so like what if he intentionally covers up his accent and it’s become such a norm for him to not show his accent but when he’s overwhelmed and stuff it slips out like no matter how hard he tries he just can’t not let the accent slip.

rinana or nanarin (whatever their ship name is) in where rin likes nanase and nanase likes rin but thinks that rin likes isagi. he thinks that the only reson that rins talking to him is cause he’s friends w isagi so every convo they have is nanase going ‘did yk that isagi likes this colour and this flower? do yk how to cook? cause isagis fav food is blah blah easy to make right!!’ nanase is completely oblivious to the subtle confessions rin is giving him.

ans after the millionth unintentional rejection from nanase rin takes a step back thinking that nanase just doesn’t like him. shidou and karasu are watching on the sidelines are in stitches and dumbfounded by their teammates idiocy and hopelessness in love

“The Reason is You”

Synopsis: Hiori was never one to really celebrate his birthday. Maybe this year it will change.

Pairing: Hiori x Quinn

Word count: 4.3k

Cw: OC X CANNON, and they were roommates, slight suggestive, quinn and hiori having a friends with benifits relationship initially but both want more, alcohol, knife briefly mentioned, hiori having bad parents, small violence, slurs, may be ooc, i think this is all i hope.

A/N: Happy birthday my little blueberry baby! I hope a life of happiness, freedom and games await you. I know im a day late to his birthday but this is my first fanfic ive completed and i thought it would be fun to post it here. This is an Oc x Cannon story so it might not fit everyone’s taste, and if he is out of character please let me know so i can get a better grasp of his character :3

Hiori Yo has never been one to celebrate his birthday. The fact that the boy sat cross legged on his gaming chair in front of his gaming setup, the only sound to accompany the otherwise desolated sight would be the sound of Yo clicking away at the buttons of his console as he played another round of Monster Hunter, trolling children that were far too young to be playing this kind of game, and were staying up far later than they should, should have said enough about how lonely his birthdays have become.

In fact, Yo had grown to despise his own day of birth. For starters, he wouldn’t have been born if his parents hadn’t been so desperate to produce a child of enhanced physique. But there was more than meets the eye. Yo despised any event that required him receiving presents. Maybe as a young, naive child, he would anticipate his celebrations, always so eager to unwrap his immaculately wrapped presents that his parents had gotten for him. But with age comes wisdom, and soon the childish anticipation Yo had for his birthday faded away as the realisation that his parents never loved him, and only loved his potential, set in. He should have seen it sooner, the way they ignored most of his actual requests for a console or some games in favour of giving him new socks or soccer cleats. To his parents, Yo is nothing more than an extension of their legacy, a tool to achieve what they couldn’t as athletes. They never loved him for him, so what's the point of celebrating the day they brought him into the world? Or at least that's what Yo thinks anyway.

Besides, he's grown accustomed to the quiet nights, spent with no one else but him as he spends his birthday as he would any other normal day; playing games. I mean with him being 23 now and having moved out from his parents’ house, his nights could finally be quiet without being constantly bugged about soccer. Even now all his parents do is wish him a happy birthday every year over text and send him some money for soccer equipment (let's be honest we all know he’s going to spend that birthday money on games), and actually Yo likes it better that way. Nothing like spending his birthdays like this, in the way he's always wanted to since he was a teenager; just him and his games, with no disruptions from the world.

And it was all going so well too, till the sound of his doors turning snapped Yo out of his recreational zone. That's odd, no one should be coming over at this time. His roommate, Quinn, said he would be at a family dinner and would only be home the next day, and Yo wasn't one to interact with people unnecessarily, so an invitation was unlikely. Pulling off his headset and leaving his beloved gaming setup, Yo grabbed the metal bat Quinn had so carelessly left in his room the day before, and crept to the closed door of his bedroom. Soundlessly, the birthday boy made his way out the room, inching towards the wall that separated the hallway of this 2 bedroom apartment to the communal area. Pressing his ear against the wall, Yo could make out some hushed voices, clumsy shuffling and ungainly footsteps.

Yo could tell whoever had entered his sanctuary had intended to be silent, but were not doing a very good job at it. His grip on the bat tightened as he leaned in closer to listen. The words were not the clearest, but some words of conversation did make their way to his ears.

“Careful! We don't want to alert him!”

“Yer one to talk. Ya both loud and a clutz.”

“Does this really have to be a secret? Can't we just waltz in?…”

“No! And be careful! You're going to ruin it!”

Yo cautiously raised the bat to his shoulder, getting ready to defend his apartment from the perpetrators who have let themselves in. The moment he heard footsteps approach his hiding spot, Yo took a step out and swung.

“HOLY CRAP—“

A yelp sounded out as the man before him bent over backwards, narrowly avoiding the hit Yo swung the metal bat at his head. His deep blue hues widened as he recognised that Irish accent and that tuff of auburn that bled into sun blonde hair with streaks of seasick green and cerulean scattered throughout.

“Quinn? I thought ya said yer at a family dinner!” Yo gasped, rushing to grab onto the arm of the boy to prevent him from falling backwards as Quinn balanced himself in a limbo position, before immediately flinging himself back upright with a laugh.

“Well, I lied. Hell man. Why would you swing at me? With my own bat too? You dare use my spells against me?”

Quinn jest, chortling at the Harry Potter reference he used as he noticed the familiar metal bat in his roommate’s hands. Yo glanced between Quinn, and the other men in the room, all of whom Yo now recognised as his friend, before looking back down at the bat in his hand he just tried to swing at Quinn with, before breaking out into his own little giggle at how stupid he must have appeared to all the men in the room at that moment.

“Sorry! But maybe next time don’t sound like yer break’n in!” Yo chuckled as he doubled over, lowering the bat he held in one hand, with his other still holding onto Quinn’s arm. The adorable sight did earn a sigh from Tabito Karasu and a small chuckle from Yukimiya Kenyu, while Isagi Yoichi, Kurona Ranze and Otoya Eita just watched on in amusement, setting down the cake, presents and decorations down on the dining table.

“Baw baw bawwwww.” Eita humed, making the sound of a buzzer as he formed the letter ‘L’ with his fingers, only to receive a hand to the back of his head for trying to egg on the moronic behaviour of the two.

“Well it's good ya didn't hit Quinn, but can ya lovebirds quit bickering? Since the surprise is spoiled, might as well come and cut yer cake now Yo.” Tabito hollered, handing his longtime friend a plastic knife while Quinn pushed the boy over, his hands on his shoulders as Kenyu opened the box of the cake for him to slice.

“S-surprise??? Huh? W-wait! I thought I said I didn’t wanna celebrate my birthday?” Hiori panicked, waving his hands about in a defensive manner, still a bit disoriented from all that had transpired in the past few moments.

“Well—“ Kenyu chucked awkwardly, trying to explain on behalf of the group, before Yoichi jumped in, effectively cutting him off.

“Its Quinn’s idea.” Yoichi immediately started, pointing an accusing finger at Quinn, who shot him a glare.

“Hey you agreed to it too!”

“It was still your idea to start with.”

“Then why are you throwing me under the bus?!”

They bickered, much to Eita’s amusement as he egged them on, with Kenyu stepping in to try and stop them from going into a full on brawl right here and now. Tabito just stared on, an exhausted expression playing on his face as he rolled his eyes at the idiocy, rubbing his temple with a sigh.

“We know that, but it does feel weird weird if we don't at least get you a cake and some presents.” Ranze started, tugging at the sleeve of Yo’s grey hoodie to get the birthday boy’s attention.

“Quinn said that so long as it was small and with close friends, you wouldn’t mind.” Of course Quinn would say that. That boy has been pestering Yo about his birthday ever since he found out when it was. His incessant insistence on the fact Yo just can't do without a proper birthday party really drove Yo up a wall, especially in the days leading up to his actual birthday. Yo had had about half a mind to just whack his partner over the head with his soccer ball just to get the message that Yo absolutely did not want nor needed a birthday party into that dense skull of his. Quinn will ever fails to irritate Yo with his ideas does he? But just as Yo was about to let out a small groan at the persistence of his roommate, Ranze continued with something that caught his attention.

“He also said you deserve to have a good birthday that would be just about you and what you want for your birthday.” He hummed, repeating the word ‘birthday’ twice as he popped a cone shaped hat that wrote ‘birthday boy’ in bold blue letters adorned with glitter and pom poms all around the rim onto Yo’s head. It was tacky and the bright blue colour made it flashy, sure, but somehow, Yo couldn’t find it in himself to hate it. Ranze’s words stuck with him, even long after the boy had patted his back and walked away to try and help Kenyu break up both guys. “I… deserved it?…” Yo thought to himself, taking the atrocious looking hat off his head, taking a long and hard look at the unnecessary and gaudy decor, tracing the bold glittery font and watching as the glitter stuck to his fingers, before smiling to himself, letting out a small giggle. Of course Quinn would think that. That rich ray of sunshine really doesn’t have anything going on in his head besides wanting to see others smile does he?

Yo’s celebration was an interesting event to say the least. Before he could even enjoy a slice of his cake after blowing out the candles, Yo felt the weight of two hands at the back of his head, and one at the back of his head, and before he knew it, his head was getting bashed into the cake the twins, Liliam and Valentino, had so graciously taken the time to bake for him.

“What the hell?” Yo gasped, wiping the cake off his face as he spun on his heels to find Quinn, Tabito and Yoichi behind him, howling with laughter. Tabito had his head to the sky as his hearty laugh boomed and resounded against the four walls of this tiny apartment, while Quinn and Youchi stood there, doubled over with Quinn’s hands on his knees and Yoichi’s hands holding his stomach as he wheezed like a spoiled kettle.

Yo huffed as he watched his three friends guffaw at how absurd he looked with his face full of cake. “Why you!—“ Yo seethed as he looked up, face full of the sweet and love-filled pastry. The birthday boy made for a rather hilarious sight with his face fully smeared with the white frosting and cream coloured pastry. Quite a large portion of it was stuck to the frosty tips of his front bangs too. In retrospect, Yo should have known that if Eita was using his phone to film something, that suspension should be aroused. Then again you can't blame the poor boy for giving his friend the benefit of the doubt that he just wanted to record a sweet first memory for them to reminisce about in the future. In a fit of rage, Yo grabbed a chunk of the cake that was smeared across his face and chucked it straight at Yoichi, narrowly missing his shot as Yoichi dodged his hand by a hair’s breadth with a speed that only an athlete of his caliber could possess to be able to play well on the field. “Woah! Hey, it's just a joke!” Yoichi yelps as he borrows Tabito as a human shield, making the tall man take the next fistful of cake from Yo to the face. “Why yer….” He grumbles, before wiping both the cake on his face, and Yoichi’s smug grin off his face by shoving the chunk of cake right back at him, causing them to start throwing it at each other, much to everyone else’s amusement. But cake isn’t the only thing they are throwing. They are throwing slurs too. (It will seem Slursagi is back at it again… smh)

“Fight fight fight!” Eita cheered, his tone monotonous as he continued to record this golden memory. Pissed by his friend’s blatant ignorance of his temper, Tabito threw a chunk at him too, hitting Eita squarely in the face. “Yer shut yer pie-hole unless ya wanna get hit too!” Tabito snapped

Amidst the chaos, (that Eita is gladly filming on his phone, egging them on to keep fighting as he did back with the top 6) Kenyu gently taps Yo on the shoulder, offering him a soft towel to wipe his face clean, to which Yo graciously accepts. Yet before the towel could even reach his face, Quinn’s rough hands gently grasp his chin, pulling his sapphire orbs to meet Quinn’s burning amazonite ones. Even though Yo has seen those eyes countless times before, he can't help but find himself being drawn to it, almost like those eyes had some crazy leveled magic stats, cursing Yo to be forever lost in those gorgeous moss coloured eyes. He simply couldn’t pull away, not even if he tried. Yo wanted to question his partner, ask ‘what the hell was he thinking?!’, yet those words died in his throat as he laid eyes on the coy smirk playing on the boy’s plump lips, Yo’s own mouth only managing a quiver in place of words.

“Was his lips always this plump?….”

“Is that a new shade of orange lipstick he bought?..”

“Has his cologne always smelled like that?….”

“Was Quinn always looked this hot?….”

“Have his eyes always been this dreamy?…”

Yo was in his own world, the sound of squabbling from Yoichi and Tabito fading into the background as Quinn leaned in just a little closer, his warm breath fanning Yo’s increasingly reddening face. With Quinn being in such a proximity, Yo couldn’t help but focus on all of Quinn’s delicate features, features that no one else, not even Yo, had ever noticed before. The colour of his eyes that demanded his attention, every small curvature of his lashes that seemed like they were hand crafted, the way his orange lips curl into a grin that could only rival that of the cheshire cat, the way the smell of his cologne threatened to overwhelm all his senses and attack his respiratory system, god, it made Yo feel something. Sure they were roommates, friends with benefits, but has Quinn always been such good eye candy? It's a good thing he hasn’t wiped the cake off his face. If Quinn could see how flushed his cheeks were behind the cake smeared on his face, Yo will never hear the end of it!

“Is he really going to kiss me??? In front of everyone? Right now??” Yo panicked internally, his cheeks becoming impossibly more warm that he was sure he was running a high fever. Not even his frosted tips could conceal just how red the tips of his ears have gotten. Yet, Yo couldn’t bring himself to pull away, to push Quinn away. Instead he found himself closing his eyes, his pouty lips left ajar as he anticipated taking this leap into the next phase of their relationship.

“Boop! Gotcha nose!” Quinn’s euphoric laughter sliced through the silence in Yo’s mind, pulling the boy back to reality as he felt the cool frosting land on the tip of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, he found that not only had Quinn just wiped the custardy frosting off Yo’s lips, but that he had also smeared it back onto his nose! The audacity of this man! Here he was thinking they would have a break through in their relationship, and all this clown did was smear more cake onto his face?! Unbelievable!

But the way he licked the remaining frosting off his thumb in such a smooth motion… his have lidded eyes glancing at Yo with such a smug look… Quinn was really testing the resolve of the poor guy, and unknowingly, Yo was losing terribly. In a huff, Yo swiped a fresh batch of frosting from the cake and smeared it onto Quinn’s nose in retaliation.

“Haha! Pay back!” Yo snickered, flashing him a shit-eating grin. That boyish grin of his… though it might not be the best smile in the world (who am i kidding this little silly definitely has one of the best smiles in the world), it was just so… Hiori. The way the genuine joy of being around Quinn and his tender nature could be captured by a simple smile made it so unique, so him, that Quinn couldn’t resist the twinkle in his eyes.

“How about we all just stop?… At the rate all of you are fighting, Kurona is going to finish off all the cake….” Kenyu sighed, his voice finally knocking some sense into the 5 other men. After cleaning themselves off, all 7 men could finally sit down and relax and enjoy whatever was left of the cake. To be honest by that point you could hardly tell it was even a cake to begin with, all that was left in place of the once stunningly decorated cake was just piles of mush and icing.

“If the twins see what you've done to their hard work, they are gonna be after your heads ya, ya?” Ranze muttered with his mouth full, shoving another forkful of cake into his mouth. He practically looked like a hamster that was storing food in its mouth with the way his cake filled cheeks bulged.

By the end of the night, all that was left of the party was just empty paper plates once filled with the sweet pastry, empty gift wrappers, and a mountain of presents from various other friends like Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Itoshi Rin and the twins, alongside the original presents from the other men in the room, all of which, for once, were things Yo actually wanted or had requested for before, like a PS5. Along with the, presumably— dead, bodies of his friends as they laid passed out in his dining room or on the couch, probably from drinking too much of the alcohol Eita had brought to celebrate the first birthday of Yo’s that they have ever been apart of. Even the only sober people, like Kenyu and Ranze, have long gone home. Ranze had plans, and Kenyu had work tomorrow, so they both left early. In all honesty Kenyu bailed on being the ride home for Eita and Tabito, who were either drunk or downright wasted from drinking too much (Karasu drank a lot because Oyota got carried away and dragged him down too), hence why they, and Yoichi, are crashing at the apartment for the night. Now the only ones left sober (to some degree), would be him and Quinn. As Yo laid a blanket on his friends to keep them warm, Quinn’s drunken words snapped him out of the peace and quiet his mind had finally been able to achieve after all the festivities.

“Hey Yo?…” Quinn slurred a bit. He was drunk, but still coherent enough to respond properly, so he wasn’t that far gone.

“You're cute… like really cute. I'm not super into guys, but I'd let you hit…”

“Ya already let me hit, ya dumdum.” Yo chuckled. Quinn was always more chatty when he was drunk, well more so that he was sober, which would mean a lot since his mouth never seems to stop moving.

“I know… but like… I want more, you know?” Quinn babbled drunkenly. This boy will never stop giving him a heart attack will he?

“More like?….” Yo asked cautiously, warning himself not to get ahead of himself like earlier. yet he couldn’t help the warmth creeping up his neck as he waited with baited breath for his answer. Quinn surely wasn’t into men right?…. They were just physically, no strings attached.

“I mean you’re so nice… so friendly… makes me feel bad just being fuck buddies with you only…”

“I wanna be more… like… romantic more….”

Yo’s heart nearly leapt out of his mouth. No way. There is just no way. He's just drunk. There is no way Quinn actually wants that, right? He's just spouting nonsense! Oh please don't do this to him, not to his poor heart on his birthday…

“Stop saying that. Ya don't know what yer talk’n abt’. Yer just spout’n drunk’n nonsense.“ Yo huffed, his cheeks visibly pink now.

“No… I'm not…. A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts you know….” Quinn giggled, definitely gidy on the alcohol.

“Ya don't know what yer saying. I’ll believe ya when ya can tell me how many fingers I’m holding up.” Yo sighed, walking over to his roommate to tousle the blue and green streaks in his bleach damaged hair.

“Ten…”

“Quinn, I'm not hold’n up any fingers….”

“Four….”

Yep he's definitely gone.

“Quinn…”

“At least kiss me first….”

Yea Yo might be running a high fever now for the second time today. That's bold, but then again, Yo should have expected that considering how wild Quinn’s mouth can run. Should you ever need someone who will say the most out-of-pocket and filthy things, Quinn is your man.

“No, yer drunk. I'll kiss ya when ya sober up and ask me again.” Yo sighed, idly playing with the boy’s hair as he got lost in thought, allowing himself to fantasise for a bit about how great it must be to actually be able to kiss the Quinn Akunome. Would his kisses be soft and precise, prioritising pleasure and comfort and the enjoyment of being with each other, or hard and sloppy, with no actual goal in mind other than to feel him flushed against him? Yet Yo catches himself thinking this, and shoos all those less than appropriate thoughts into the back of his head. No, Quinn is his friend, and he's drunk. Yo should not be thinking about him in that light. But then again Quinn…. NO. YO, NO. NOT RIGHT NOW.

Quinn, oblivious to his friend's internal turmoil and moral battle that he is losing against himself, effortlessly grabs Yo’s attention again with another drunken request. “Then at least play Monster Hunter with me…. I promise I can still kick your ass even if I'm drunk!”

“Fine. Yer on, pretty boy.”

And that's how Yo found himself at 3am on the day after his birthday, next to a man absolutely drunk off his ass, spamming away at the brand new consoles Yo had gotten as a present as they try to defeat each other in a one on one PvP. Actually it was more of Yo absolutely crushing Quinn considering the boy is drunk out of his mind right now and can barely even see the buttons of his console right, let alone know how to play and defeat Yo in this state. But it didn’t matter to Yo. The way Quinn’s laughter filled the room, blending in seamlessly into the game’s soundtrack just made Yo realise how much Yo enjoyed being around him. Be it as a romantic interest or a friend, Yo simply couldn’t see his life without Quinn in it. The bastard had managed to worm his way into Yo’s heart and embedded himself far too deep into his life for Yo to try and weed him out now. But it's not like Yo wants him to even leave in the first place. He's more than happy to let Quinn have eternal residence in his heart.

As Yo defeats Quinn for the nth time tonight, much to the drunk man’s frustration, Yo lets out a boisterous laugh as Quinn throws a small fit like a child who was denied permission to get a toy, whining about how he would surely defeat Yo in the next round.

“Whatever ya say Quinn.” Yo sighed, patting the disheartened fella on his back before gently pulling him into his embrace, allowing Quinn the much needed rest from the amount of drinking and partying he did. “Ya can try again tomorrow…”

The shorter man protested for a bit, trying to pull away from Yo’s firm grasp, before finally resigning to his fate in Yo’s muscular arms and resting his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

“To my one and only sadistic bastard… Happy birthday Yo…”

Yo sighed, carding his fingers through his fried hair, slowly lulled his roommate to sleep as he hummed a soft, soothing lullaby. Truly, there is no better birthday present Yo could ask for right now. This boy, for all his weird antics and shenanigans he gets them into, would always be his rock, his shoulder to cry on, and the reason Yo can smile again so candidly. Quinn has been there throughout everything, and Yo can only hope he will continue to be there in the future, be it as a friend, as a support, or even more. It is now virtually impossible for Yo to imagine a future that doesn’t have Quinn in it, and frankly, he doesn’t want to. Everything he could possibly want or need is here, in his arms. He couldn’t ask for anything better as a birthday gift. Maybe, for Hiori Yo, there might be a reason his birthdays are still worth celebrating and looking forward to, and that reason is him. With that newfound perspective in mind, Yo finally allowed himself to lean against the couch, with Quinn’s head still nestled cozily in the crook of his neck, and closed his eyes, letting the familiarly welcoming call of sleep wash over him as he fell into tranquil silence, his breath and heartbeat falling perfectly in line with Quinn’s.

“Yer right… thank ya… my one and only.”

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/revealing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them. part 2.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | all characters are 18 or above here.

part 1 , masterlist.