Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #1
Inspired by a friend and I yelling about Blue Lock lately. Some of these are yours, friend. Thank you for contributing to my madness :D
Don't now if I'm gonna make a part 2 but eh? We'll see where my next fever dream takes me.
Isagi un-ironically Naruto-ran throughout middle school. He thought it made him look cool and increased his speed. One day he was full blown running across the soccer field and took a heavy nose dive- breaking it. He stopped doing it after that.
Raichi's playlist is entirely made up of early 2000's/2010's pop hits. I'm talking Britney Spears, Destiny's Child, Ariana Grande, and his queen herself- Lady Gaga. Knows all the songs and dances and performs them at 2 am in the Blue Lock cafeteria when he thinks no one's up. Has been walked in on multiple times.
Chigiri has a very specific set of bookish characters that if their name is even referenced he will throw hands. You wanna see this soft spoken shy princess swear up a storm? Drop a name. "Hey Chigiri, who's Gale Hawthorne-" "Don't you ever speak that bastard's name in my presence again."
Kunigami loves All Might from My Hero Academia. He's not at the collector level Deku is in the show but he'll quote the Number 1 Hero ("Former-" "We don't talk about the other guy, Isagi. There's only All Might"). Only Isagi knows what he's saying; everyone else has heard "Plus Ultra" but doesn't really get it.
Bachira is a fantastic artist. He gets it from his momma and it shows! He likes to draw the monster a lot, but he has drawn everyone in the room at least once. Whenever he draws his friends, they'll have little decorations associated with them. (Kuni's got a cape, Chigiri's got a tiny crown, Isagi has his own monster.)
Nagi can do the worm. He does mainly when he's already on the floor and is too lazy to stand, so he just kinda wiggles over to wherever he needs to go. No one knows where he learned it but it's absolutely hilarious to watch.
Sae speaks fluid Spanish from his time in Spain. This comes very apparent after Shidou pissed him off so badly he chewed him out in it. The mentioned man finds it really sexy, even if Sae's calling him a "Colossal hemorrhoid I have the displeasure of having stuck up my ass."
Despite his love for Horror games/movies, Rin is beyond easy to jump scare. His argument is that in those settings he's prepared to get spooked. Bachira can be as silent as the wind when he wants to be, so accidental (and a lot of times intentional) spooks are common between them. ".......Hi Rin!" "FU-!"
Chigiri is a great singer but horrifically shy about it. He sings in the shower when he's sure no one is around. Most of the tunes he sings are ones his sister introduced him to- things like "Uptown Girl" and "Tiny Dancer"; but he knows a handful of newer ones. One time Bachira walked in on him. The dribbler told everyone he knew about it but Chigiri flat out refuses to sing in front of anyone so it's more a rumor.
Reo on the flip side is a horrible singer and refuses to believe anything otherwise. In his head, he is a god of vocals. In reality, he sounds like Toad from Super Mario getting tased in the balls. Nagi has learned the art of tuning him out, so he's no help in disproving Reo's false beliefs.
Gagamaru has been the resident bug catcher since the Blue Lock Spider Incident of 2018. He's the only one brave enough to gather them up in his hands and put them outside.
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I want to know whoe reader and sap became roomies?? there is always a story when it comes to roomies
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▸ FIRST IMPRESSIONS
pairing: college!sapnap x gn!roommate!reader
SUMMARY: in which you meet your new roommate… one george doesn’t exactly approve of.
A/N: this drabble takes place before this imagine but they can both be read as stand-alones!! if you’re interested in related stories check out my roommate!sapnap tag <3
WARNINGS: swearing, george being a brat basically, i can’t really think of any other warnings but if i missed something lmk!!
“I don’t trust him.”
You turn your head to George, nearly dropping the cardboard box onto the floor as you do so. You quickly readjust your grip on your belongings, exhaling loudly.
“I’d appreciate if you got off your ass and helped me move things in, you know,” you retort, looking pointedly at George. He rolls his eyes as you add, “besides, you haven’t even met him yet.”
George scoffs, pocketing his phone and turning to you with an unimpressed look. “Neither have you.”
You set down the box over the kitchen counter, carefully retrieving the plates and glasses your mom gave you. You click your tongue. “But Dream has. You trust Dream, don’t you?”
You have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from snapping at the brunet. You’re supposed to be in a good mood for when your new roommate shows up— and you can’t exactly risk George of all people being the reason why you two get off on the wrong foot.
You don’t understand why he seems so set on making your new roommate look bad. After all, the only reason as to why you’re sharing a flat with one of Dream’s buddies is because George bailed on you— something about finding a better arrangement with one of his friends from the UK.
“I don’t know,” He shakes his head, slumped against the couch as he stares at the ceiling. It paints quite the picture, that with the couch being the only unpacked item other than your beds. “This Sapnap person is weird. Who even agrees to become roommates with someone you haven’t even met?”
You stare back at George, unamused. “Gee, I wonder,” you quip, resisting the urge to throw one of the empty boxes at him. “And it’s not like he’s a total stranger— we’ve messaged each other a few times.”
“His name is Sapnap,” he deadpans.
“So?”
“And he’s from Texas.” George groans out, as if that was the worst possible place he could imagine. You can’t help but wonder if he does truly dislike Sapnap, or if he’s merely doing this because he’s bored. Knowing George, it’s probably the latter.
George straightens off the couch, hair fluffed as drawls out, “Come on, you can still back out if you want. He’s not even here yet, you could just tell him you changed your—” A knock on the door. “—mind.”
You feel your back growing stiff, anxiousness suddenly building up inside your chest. “Coming!” You call out, hastily heading towards the door. Your hand curls around the handle and you pause.
Okay. Breathe in, breathe out. First introductions are important. Relax.
Before opening, however, you turn to British friend. “George,” you start sweetly, though there’s an edge to your voice. He simply quirks a brow. “If you say anything weird to him, I will shove your ass down the trash chute.” You say with a sickeningly honeyed smile, only to receive a dismissive wave from him. You hope he knows you’re not bluffing.
Finally, you open the door. “Hi! You must be—” Your eyes center on a boy with a light beard, disheveled brown hair and a nervous smile. You inhale sharply, sticking to a softer smile. “Uh, Sapnap, yeah?”
Sapnap blinks once. Twice. He suddenly shakes his head, as if snapping himself out of a trance. “Yeah! Yeah, um, hi.” He waves sheepishly while holding a few boxes between his arms.
You move aside as to let him come inside. He makes his way into the apartment, dropping the boxes near the counter. “You’re Y/N, right? Dream’s friend?”
You shrug your shoulders with a small smile. “That’s me.”
As Sapnap fumbles around with his boxes and making sure none of them fall, you silently regret not having asked Dream for pictures of Sapnap. Perhaps then you would’ve been able to mentally prepare for the fact that your new roommate is actually pretty. As in ‘I would definitely hit on you if we met at a party’ type of pretty. Or, more accurately, the type of pretty boy you see at an airport at three am.
“Hey,” George suddenly calls out from the couch, raising his head ever so slightly.
George’s sudden intrusion is enough to help you pull yourself together. He’s your roommate, god, you think, get a fucking grip.
“Fuck!” Sapnap jumps, heart hammering against his ears. His rattled hazel eyes meet with George’s judgemental brown. “Who are you?”
His lips part to respond, before you quickly step in. “Oh! That’s George.” You wave at him dismissively. “Ignore him— we all do.”
George huffs. “Uncalled for.”
Sapnap blinks. “You’re George?” He tilts his head slightly. “I think we’ve actually met a few times. Y’know— ‘cause of Dream.”
Your friend quirks a brow, allowing his gaze to linger for more than just a moment on Sapnap. He thinks about it for a second, before asking, “Were you the guy that broke his mom’s vase and blamed it on the cat?”
Sapnap sputters, ears growing a pink color. “…No.”
“Huh.” George hums, amused. You shoot him a glare, to which he raises his hands innocently.
You fold your arms over your chest. “Are you gonna help unpack or are you just gonna be a brat?”
“No, I’m leaving,” He responds, standing up from the couch and swinging his bag over his shoulder.
You furrow your brows, looking back at him in disbelief. “If you weren’t gonna help why even come here in the first place?”
George clicks his tongue as he reaches the door. “I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a creep.” He narrows his eyes at Sapnap, who almost seems to straighten under his gaze. Then, he drawls, “I gave them a switchblade for Christmas, so watch it.”
“George!”
The door slams closed before you can say anything to hin, leaving you and Sapnap alone in your new apartment.
The silence lasts a beat. Two.
Sapnap drums his fingers against the counter, a faint pink still painting his cheeks. “Is he, uh, your boyfriend?”
“What?” You sound borderline horrified as you snap your head in his direction. “Oh— fuck, no. No, no, George’s just a friend. A really annoying one, but a friend nonetheless.”
“Huh.” Sapnap murmurs, lost in thought. He snaps back to his senses quite easily, hands reaching for one of his boxes.
You exhale loudly, turning to Sapnap with a brighter look. “You hungry?”
The corner of his lips twitch upward, spreading into a grin. “Starving.”
“How do you feel about pizza?”
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