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📢 BLUE LOCK PLAYERS PLUSH DOLLS
< minilock > met the new mini version of your favourite players
now available on the oficial blue lock store for Japan and the world
[IMG desc:reference photos of several plush dolls of some of the most popular players of the program]
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Karasu and Otoya had been a consistent duo throughout the first phase of the Blue Lock project, everyone knew it. Some were even surprised that they had never played together before, given their immediate synchronization.
But the crow and the ninja weren’t just a duo on the field; it was almost a miracle to see them apart, even outside of it.
It wasn’t like there were many private spaces in the Blue Lock facilities for personal time, but even so, most people tried to sneak away to any place they could find for a moment alone. But not those two.
If it hadn’t been for their separation during the second selection, the only ones who could have surpassed them in that aspect would probably have been Nagi and Reo.
But that was a "breakup" they weren’t interested enough to look into.
What did they do in their free time? When they weren’t talking about soccer or training alone together, they would tell each other stories about their lives before joining Blue Lock, trash-talk teammates in the project and in their former teams, talk about their hometowns, and anything else that came up.
And one other thing.
Cuddling. Neither of them really remembered when it started. It began subtly, and before they even realized what they were actually doing, they were already tangled up together in one of the beds they had earned with their goals points.
And not just in bed anymore. At any time of the day, you could find Karasu running his fingers through Otoya’s hair, playing with the dyed part, or just patting his head after a game. Or Otoya wrapping his arms around Karasu’s neck, practically hanging from him or resting his head on his shoulder.
None of their teammates said anything about it either, but all that that had started somewhere in the first selection didn’t seem to stop.
Until now.
They complemented each other perfectly on the field, yes, but the goal of the Neo Egoist League was to find a team that would help them strengthen their own weapons and showcase themselves individually to the world as potential top-level players.
With that goal in mind, the separation of the dynamic duo was inevitable.
They each had their own style they wanted to refine, their own weapons they wanted to develop, and there was an ideal team for each of them in the league—but not for both of them together. Not if they wanted to grow individually at least.
But after spending so much time together, it was only natural to miss their former partner a little.
Otoya had Bachira now, but it wasn’t remotely close to what his friendship with Karasu had been. He couldn’t see himself being all clingy and cuddly with him, as much as he liked him.
They didn’t even have the time to sneak into each other’s stratums. Even though Lavinho was a relaxed coach and most of their training was practically autonomous, he wasn’t sure if he could say the same about Loki, since Karasu barely had time to reply to his messages until late at night, and his responses were usually no more than three short texts a day.
It was on one of those days, when he had decided to slack off a little before continuing his training, that he stumbled upon that post.
His first thought was how weird it was to imagine a bunch of strangers buying a plushie of a mini-him to keep in their rooms or as a keychain on their bags.
After that, his eyes drifted from the mini-him straight to the plushie of the mini-Karasu in the reference photos of the post.
“Why does it look so stupid?” he muttered to himself, laughing as he zoomed in to see the plushie in more detail. There was just something about that stupid miniature version of his best friend that amused him.
And that’s when another idea popped into his head.
“What if I bought it?” He knew full well that his entire friendship with Karasu constantly flirted with the limits of homoerotic bromance—would buying this cross the line?
Because it was one thing to sleep and cuddle with life-sized Karasu just because, but intentionally buying a miniature version of him to sleep with because he missed him?
That sounded kinda gay.
Maybe the lack of girls was starting to affect him. Or was the lack of Karasu affecting him more?
God, maybe he actually was a little gay.
He was too tired to really think about it. Nights without Karasu weren’t as restful anymore.
Screw it, he thought, as he hit the purchase button. After filling in a few details, it didn’t take long before he received a confirmation email
PURCHASE CONFIRMATION
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
Hello OTOYA EITA, thank you for shopping at BLUE LOCK Store.
Your order number **** for the purchase of “MINILOCK #KARASU XL” it is already in our system, our suppliers will be in charge of sending it to the BLUE LOCK’s facilities promptly.
Yeah, Otoya was screwed—completely.
The next day, he was called to Ego’s office. Before he could even ask anything, Ego just tossed a box at him and told him to leave.
Just normal Ego behavior. Otoya didn’t even bother questioning it at that point, he simply grabbed his Blue Lock-branded box and snuck back to his room as discreetly as possible.
Which wasn’t an easy mission. The box wasn’t exactly small, but he managed to get there without anyone questioning him.
He was grateful that none of his roommates were around. They were probably still training or watching the other matches in the audiovisual room, not that he cared.
He was impatient. He didn’t even understand why, but after tearing open the box—not very neatly—he finally saw it. Buried among foam peanuts was the mini Karasu plushie, in the largest size he could find, with its stupid little face.
“He looks even more stupid in person,” Otoya muttered to himself as he pulled it out of the box to examine it more closely.
They had done a good job mimicking Karasu’s signature hairstyle, the one he was so stubborn about keeping. It wore the PXG uniform with the number 27, and they had even remembered to include the mole under his left eye.
There was just something about the expression on its face that cracked him up—the way they had imitated that smirk the dark-haired bastard always had.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Otoya finally hugged the plushie, holding it tight in his arms. Even though it was the largest size available in the store, it was obviously nothing like hugging the real Karasu. It didn’t even smell like him…
Maybe it was a little gay that he even noticed that.
Still, hugging that stupid mini version of Karasu brought him an unusual sense of peace. Maybe he just needed something to hold at night to sleep better. Maybe it didn’t have to be shaped like his best friend or maybe it did
He suddenly felt drowsy. His brain didn’t want to dwell on it, he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. He needed a nap.
A little nap wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
Wrong. Because apparently, fate hated Otoya Eita.
While the green-eyed player had drifted into a deep sleep, tightly cuddling his best friend’s new merch, something was approaching his room.
Or rather, someone. An overly energetic Bachira burst into the room, looking for someone to train with.
But not even the loud nature of the bee boy was enough to wake up the exhausted ninja. Before Bachira could shout his name to wake him up and ask if he wanted to train together, he noticed his roommate had a rather interesting sleeping partner.
“…Sorry, Otoyan, but if you do this where anyone can see it, I just have to,” The striker said chuckling as he took his phone out of his pocket to take a photo.
He knew a certain crow would be very happy to receive it.
crow
bachira (2:34 pm):
hey
wanna see something cute?
crow (2:36 pm):
tf u you get my number?
bachira (2:36 pm):
>_<
wanna see it or not?
crow (2:37 pm):
???
sure ig
bachira (2:37 pm):
[IMG]
otoyan found a new partner so cute !
seen
Maybe he had left that room without a training partner, but he had definitely found something interesting—something that would probably keep him entertained for days.
Otoya woke up from his nap completely disoriented. God, how long had he slept? In Blue Lock’s windowless rooms, it was hard to guess the time.
Finally, one of his arms let go of the stupid plushie he had been clutching the entire time as he reached for his phone, which he found buried in the blankets.
He had slept for almost four hours straight, missing nearly an entire day of training. Fuck. At least he could train on his own at night to make up for lost time.
But when he unlocked his phone, he was met with a pleasant surprise.
There were message notifications from Karasu. The instant happiness and that weird feeling in his stomach had been quite gay, he was so so fucked up.
crow
crow (3:27 pm):
hey
u saw the new merch?
the plushies I mean
ninja (6:14 pm)
yeah
urs looks so fucking stupid
in a good way
no offence bro
crow (6:15 pm):
u sure about that?
the bee guy show me something funny
ninja (6:15 pm)
???
since when u talk w bachira?
crow (6:16 pm):
since today apparently
ninja (6:17 pm)
okay ?
what did he show you anyway?
crow (6:17 pm):
[SCREENSHOT]
seen
Bachira fucking Meguru, was officially his personal enemy from today, he was about to get up to look for him when his screen lit up with another message from Karasu
crow
crow (6:19 pm):
looking cute there
seen
bumblebee
otoyan (6:19 pm):
YOU SNITCH
SLEEP W UR EYES OPEN BC IMMA SHAVE UR FUCKING HAIR OFF
bumblebee (6:20 pm)
the crow text u already?
sheesh he didn’t waste any time
otoyan (6:20 pm):
I’M GONNA KILL YOU
bumblebee (6:20 pm):
you were looking too cute
couldn’t help but share sorry >_<
otoyan (6:21 pm):
I HATE YOU
seen
Otoya took a moment to calm down, rubbing his face as he let out a muffled groan through his hands, while he decided what the hell to do.
Just play cool about it, yeah that was it, he just had to act like it was no big deal and everything would be fine, or at least he hoped so.
crow
crow (6:19 pm):
looking cute there
ninja (6:26 pm):
just as always
crow (6:26 pm):
still think the plush looks stupid?
ninja (6:27 pm)
yeah
the fucking smirk make u look funny
crow (6:28 pm):
yeah yeah whatever
but why buy it though?
ninja (6:28 pm):
just because
crow (6:31 pm):
just because?
you buy a plush of me just because?
you sleep w it just because?
ninja (6:32 pm):
kinda
crow (6:34 pm):
toya
can we really talk about it?
please
ninja (6:37 pm):
sorry
it’s just weird ik
crow (6:37 pm):
I mean just a bit
but I just wanna know why
can I go to ur stratum?
I wanna talk to you in person
ninja (6:39 pm)
yeah
sure
no problem
seen
No problem? Oh god, the problems he had right now. His initial plan of playing it cool had definitely failed. Why couldn’t Karasu just tease him and forget about it?
Because he was Karasu fucking Tabito, obviously. There was no way he’d let it slide, and now he was probably already on his way to this stupid shared room—which, luckily, had remained empty besides him.
Should he hide the plushie? Was there even a point if Karasu already knew about it? Damn mini crow and damn Bachira.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Karasu had gotten there that fast? Maybe he’d been overthinking longer than he realized. Either way, he gave one last glance at the plushie lying on his bed before walking over to open the door.
Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious. His hair was still messy from his nap, and his eyes were probably a little puffy. Why was he thinking about this when seeing his best friend off the field for the first time in a while?
"Hey," Otoya tried to greet him casually as he stepped aside to let the midfielder in.
"Hey," Karasu replied in the same tone, stepping into the room.
It was painfully obvious where Karasu’s blue eyes landed first, the stupid mini version of himself resting on the striker’s bed.
"I'm still not used ta seeing merch of myself," Karasu said as he walked over and picked up the plushie. "Does it look like me?"
The blue-eyed turned toward Otoya, holding the plush at face level so he could compare them.
"It looks just like you, just a little stupider" Otoya said in his usual tone as he sat down on the bed.
"Hey, stop calling mini-me stupid," Karasu shot back, taking a seat beside him.
It was instinctive—the moment Karasu was close, Otoya’s head naturally rested against his shoulder. And as soon as he did, realization hit him like a truck. God, he had missed this closeness so much. "It’s not my fault it looks stupid."
"And yet, ya still bought it and slept with it," The dark-haired pointed out, leaning his head against Otoya’s. And then, the question Otoya had been avoiding finally left his lips. "Why?"
Otoya tensed at the question, but the weight of Karasu’s head on his brought him a strange sense of calm. He could say he didn’t really know and dodge the topic for a bit longer, but deep down, he knew the answer.
“…I kinda missed you.” It was quieter, weaker than he intended. Before he could say anything else, a soft chuckle from Karasu caught his attention.
"Ya could have just told me that, ya know?" The midfielder said, putting the plushie aside and hesitantly taking one of Otoya's hands in his own.
"You were busy with training. So was I. I didn’t want to bother you." The striker responded by letting Karasu play with his fingers just watching intently as he did it.
"Ya wouldn’t have bothered me. I kinda missed ya too, ya know?" Karasu’s words sent a new warmth spreading through his chest, and a small smile crept onto his face.
Without thinking much, Otoya moved and rubbed his face lightly against Karasu’s neck, seeking more of his warmth and his familiar scent. The midfielder responded by threading his fingers through his messy hair.
"We haven’t talked much in a while. How about we catch up?" The dark-haired one said softly to which Otoya only responded with a soft sound of affirmation.
They shifted positions, now completely tangled up in each other, cuddling on the striker’s bed, talking about everything they hadn’t been able to do over messages.
Their coaches, new teammates, the international players, living with everyone, the type of training they had to do, their offers, how their other friends were doing
Just everything that crossed their minds in that moment. It felt exactly like before, and god, they had really missed this.
"If ya miss me so much, just text me. Don’t try ta replace me with that stupid plush doll," Karasu finally said, making Otoya chuckle.
"Mmh, I don’t know. He’s kinda cute, you know?" Otoya teased, just to mess with him. He earned a soft pinch on his cheek for that.
"I thought you said he looked stupid," Karasu said, raising a brow as he glanced down at the striker resting against his chest.
"It does look stupid. In a cute way." Otoya responded in the same tone as before receiving another soft pinch
"Shut yer ass and just text me," Karasu muttered, pretending to be annoyed but the smile on his face gave him away.
"You know I will. Stop whining." Otoya’s arms tightened around him slightly, which was met with more gentle strokes through his hair.
How had he gone so long without this?
If you asked Bachira what his intentions were when he sent that photo to Karasu, he’d probably say it was just to mess with Otoya a little to finally see him nervous and flustered for once.
And maybe give him a tiny little push in his bi awakening.
But out of all the possible outcomes he had imagined, he hadn’t expected to basically add Karasu—who wasn’t even part of their team or stratum—as a new roommate.
The guy was in their room almost every damn night, completely wrapped around Otoya, talking about things Bachira didn’t even begin to understand. And let’s not mention the kissing noises that sometimes kept him up.
The worst part? Technically it was all his fault. Karma was a real bitch.
Maybe it was time to start looking for a new roommate… Or a boyfriend, whichever came first.