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Rin is stuck on the floor of a bathroom with a dead-to-the-world Isagi draped over him like they’re…dating, or something. Which they’re not. Obviously.
But this predicament is worse than he had originally suspected, because not only is Isagi falling asleep on his lap now, Rin is flustered so badly that he refuses to call for help. If the rest of the team sees him like this? Oh, Rin will never live it down.
This means that he’s resigned to trying not to breathe as Isagi continues to wiggle around on top of him, nestling closer as if he’s searching for more of Rin’s warmth. Rin feels—he’s way too hot, and Isagi’s persistent movement is not helping at all.
The boy in question has slipped down a bit during his incessant movement, his face now shoved into Rin’s torso with only his forehead visible.
And honestly, Rin is discovering something he’d rather not know about himself because he doesn’t…hate the position he’s in. Which can only mean one thing.
He likes Isagi. Rin likes Isagi.
Shit.
This is terri—
The door to the bathroom flings open, the force so rough that it slams against the wall, announcing the arrival of a newcomer.
Before Rin can try and hide (impossible) or scramble for an acceptable excuse, he makes eye contact with teal eyes lined with sharp lashes underneath. Identical to his own, identifiable in a way that leaves no room for confusion. Sae has entered the room, to Rin’s intense dismay.
This situation could literally not get any worse—
And then Shidou Ryusei struts in behind his brother.
In all of his blonde-pink glory, wearing some atrocious outfit that shows way too much skin for a casual team get-together. The sight of Shidou immediately puts a bad taste in his mouth. Really, what does Sae see in him?
Rin’s mouth drops open, pure shock and shame written all over his face as he observes the similar expressions of shock on Sae and Shidou. Sae just looks dumbfounded, like he’s forgotten why he came here in the first place. Shidou, for once, is completely speechless.
He makes the executive decision to dispel any misconceptions before they can take hold.
“U-um, it’s, not what it looks like?” Fuck. It sounds like a question, even to his own ears.
Shidou predictably recovers first, fully stepping into the bathroom as the door behind him shuts on its own. A massive grin overtakes his face, mischief and danger brightening his eyes as he bends over to smirk at the scene.
“Oh boy, what do we have here?” Shidou chuckles, looking like he just found a million dollars.
And he might as well have, because the amount of shit Rin will get if Shidou does something like, god forbid, take a picture, the team will bully him so much that even his insatiable self is satisfied.
Like his mind was just read, to Rin’s absolute horror, Shidou reaches into the back pocket of his too-tight jeans and pulls out his phone.
“Don’t you dare.” Rin seethes, trying to kill Shidou with his eyes—it’s probably not very convincing considering the intense blush he’s still sporting.
He really, really wants to move, but Isagi is still on top of him. That needs to change before Shidou gets hold of evidence in the form of an incriminating photo.
So Rin, with much hesitance, lifts his limp arms from the floor and tries to shake Isagi awake as gently as possible with one hand, the other trying to get the boy’s tight-ass grip on his shirt off. He’s kind of failing. Honestly, it’s incredible how strong Isagi can be when he’s not even awake.
Rin hears a soft laugh and looks up to see his own brother smirking at him, watching his one-sided physical exchange with Isagi in silence.
“Don’t laugh at me! Help me! He just—he just collapsed on me and I don’t know how to get him off!” Rin huffs, turning his head to the side to avoid making any more eye contact than is necessary.
“Uh huh, likely story,” Shidou cuts in, like the incessant pest he is.
“Shut up! I’m not even talking to you!”
He doesn’t have to look up to know what kind of stupid, dumb-looking expression Shidou has on his idiot face. He doesn’t want to see, anyway, because he’s mad enough already. Instead, he takes the chance of looking at Sae again, trying to look pitiful so he takes Rin’s side and helps him out.
“Help me! He—won’t—move!”
Each word is punctuated with a little shove at Isagi’s limp body, showing how useless his attempts to get out from under him are.
Rin is so embarrassed and frustrated, his face is so hot, and he still feels loose and vulnerable from the combination of Isagi’s proximity and…squirming, as well as the invasive sensation of eyes tracking his every move.
The dead weight of Isagi, pressed up against him, only makes matters worse. He fidgets underneath him to no avail, refusing to just outright push him off (even though he should) but still struggling determinedly.
He wants to just toss Isagi off and return to his quiet corner to brood, but something is holding him back. It feels wrong to act so aggressively when Isagi can’t return the sentiment—Rin doesn’t want to fight someone who won’t fight back.
And, of course, there’s that little fact that sits in the back of his head, that maybe he kind of likes the physical touch with Isagi, that the clingy mentality of the older boy soothes the flames of some desire he never realized he had.
If Rin could just be alone right now, he would be able to mull over these thoughts calmly and rationally, coming to a logical conclusion that follows the careful rules he lives by. Right now, though, he can’t—not with Isagi actively trying to cuddle him into the floor while Sae and Shidou watch with amusement.
There’s more giggling. Ugh.
“Sae!”
“You’re useless.” His brother sighs.
Despite his harsh words, Rin can tell he’s amused at the situation.
To his surprise, Sae makes his way toward Rin, leaning down with a half-confused, half-entertained expression on his face.
Shidou raises his phone—he’s found the camera app now. Rin opens his mouth to scream, to shout curses and threaten violence, but Sae gets to it first. His brother whips his head around and shoots Shidou the signature Itoshi glare—it seems to work better than when Rin does it.
Disgusting. Shidou obeys like a trained dog, tucking his phone back into his pants with an obnoxious pout. He’s never seen Shidou, someone so full of energy and aggression, concede so easily to anyone but Sae. It’s pathetic and desperate, and Rin loathes that Sae tolerates him with every cell in his body.
“Sae-chan…” He whines, though Sae’s already looking away from him again.
“Be patient.”
As if Rin isn’t already annoyed enough, now he has to listen to his brother’s…foreplay with Shidou. And what does be patient mean? Is Sae going to let Shidou take a picture later?
Whatever. Rin watches closely as Sae attempts to wake Isagi up himself; he pats his forehead with increasing intensity, giving up when it provides no results.
“I think you’re just going to have to pick him up. He’s not moving anytime soon.” Sae deadpans, boredom returning to his features.
“What?!” Rin screeches, trying to keep his voice down to avoid disrupting Isagi too much. “You barely even tried!”
Sae just rolls his eyes before standing back up and rejoining Shidou, turning slightly to convey that he’s about to leave. Rin pointedly ignores the glances Shidou continuously sends toward his brother’s ass, choosing instead to angrily huff to no one in particular.
“It’s your problem. He’s all draped over you, not me.” Rin’s mouth hangs open, betrayal slapping him in the face. “You can take a picture now, demon.”
With a feral grin, Shidou whips his phone out even quicker than before, steadies it, and snaps multiple pictures of the horrendous situation Rin’s found himself in.
“The group chat’ll like that one!” He squeals, turning and yanking a disgruntled Sae out of the bathroom with a tanned arm around his waist before Rin has a chance to react.
Dejectedly, Rin drags his hands over his face, not even bothering to feel any more angered than he already is. Sae and Shidou just mocked him, took pictures and left, and Isagi is still drunk and passed out on his lap.
Really, how did he sleep through all of that?
He tilts his head down and shoots a glance at Isagi’s face, where it’s all smushed into Rin’s stomach. The creeping heat returns full force.
Fuck. Sae’s…kind of right. The only real thing he can do now is lift Isagi up with him and carry him out of here. Which is almost more embarrassing than all of the night’s events combined, but…he can’t sit here forever, can he? Shidou already got blackmail on Rin, and he doesn’t want to wait for anyone else to walk in and do the same.
If he sits here any longer, he’s really going to get flustered, and that’s not something he wants to deal with when Isagi is completely out of it. The constant nudges and brushes of skin are already sending him into stimulation overdrive—Rin has never been touched so much for so long before.
“You’re so annoying…” He huffs, mostly to himself considering the state of Isagi.
Then, resigned to his fate, he wraps his arms around Isagi’s midsection and pulls his own legs in, bracing his back against the wall as he heaves them both up. It’s quite the feat—Isagi is the opposite of helpful, his limp body hanging onto Rin like they’re glued together.
But Rin manages, legs straining as he pants from the slight exertion. It wasn’t really much movement, but he’s still reeling from the night’s events, and essentially deadlifting 68 kilograms when he doesn’t even remember why he’s here in the first place is kind of hard.
His arms are still wrapped around Isagi, keeping the boy from crashing to the floor with willpower and strength. Isagi’s position is the same, just standing up—until he shifts his body upwards just a bit, stretching his head to rest against Rin’s collarbone.
He just pushes his cheek against Rin’s skin, nuzzling it like a sleepy cat. Ugh.
Rin ignores the persistent rushes of heat that plague him, instead reaching for the back of Isagi’s legs to scoop him up in a princess carry. He adjusts to the extra weight, making sure his hold is solid before walking towards the door with a grunt. The world spins around him, a stark reminder of his intoxication, but he pushes past it. This is more important.
The second he exits the bathroom, he regrets it.
Every single one of their teammates stops what they’re doing and gawks at the pair—Bachira drops his drink, Hiori’s mouth drops, and even Barou’s usual expression of superiority shifts to something of shock.
“What?” Rin throws out, tension seizing his muscles as he scowls at anyone who dares to make eye contact.
Whoever isn’t throwing back shots or hasn’t fallen asleep on the floor is now staring at Rin and Isagi. He can feel his skin tingling from all of the eyes boring into him, and he feels far too bare in the center of the room, like they can sense something he can’t.
A wolf whistle breaks the tension.
“Wow, underlashes junior, what a way to express your love.” Shidou’s grating voice cuts through the room, sending an instantaneous urge to break something through Rin’s body.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Rin replies with a glare, though he’s starting to get especially flustered at all of the attention on him.
“When I said carry him, I thought you’d go for something less…intimate, maybe.”
Rin drops his gaze down at where Isagi is tucked into himself, his head still lolling against the junction between Rin’s neck and shoulder, Isagi’s legs pulled tight by his own grip. The unresponsive boy has still yet to let Rin go, his hold tight as ever while they stand in front of their teammate’s judging gazes.
Is this not how he was supposed to carry him? How else…?
“Shut the fuck up.” Rin settles with, refusing to make eye contact with anyone as he continues carrying Isagi through the room.
He didn’t really think past getting out of the restroom, and now he awkwardly walks towards the booth where they sat earlier, unsure of what to do with Isagi.
What does he do now? He can’t set him down, because Isagi won’t let go of him, and it’ll just draw more of that shameful commotion. He can’t get angry at anyone, either, because arguing with Isagi stuck to him like glue immediately ruins his intimidation factor.
That leaves one option. Rin doesn’t want to consider how he feels about it, so he just pushes forward, leaving complex things like desires and emotions behind.
Trying his best to not let the trailing gazes get to him, he reaches the booth and sits them down clumsily, holding Isagi with both of his arms. He focuses on where their bodies touch, something he had previously tried not to think about—anything to ignore the rest of the world.
Isagi’s mouth is, again, too close to his neck, every puff of his warm breath sending tingles of electricity through his entire body. They’re wrapped up in each other, Rin’s chin jutting forward to rest on the other’s head, Isagi’s entire body in his lap as Rin keeps his legs drawn close.
His gaze flits to the side to observe his surroundings, and he catches Chigiri throwing him a grimace, flipping his hair before turning away from Rin. Rude.
The wall is to his right, leaving only forward to look. He’s still receiving judgmental glares or expressions of disbelief, but it seems that the majority of them have returned to what they were previously doing.
So he allows himself to relax into the weight of Isagi, glancing down at the half-exposed face of content and peace. Lets himself take a hand from where it was wrapped around the boy’s back, and trail it down the soft slope of his nose, over his delicate eyelids, on top of the skin of his lips.
Isagi doesn’t move, but he stirs slightly in his sleep, lashes fluttering as he murmurs softly at the touch. Rin does it again, and again, and again, running gentle fingers over smooth features, taking in the miniscule reactions and drinking them in desperately. His own eyelids blink heavily with the weight of exhaustion, the need to sleep creeping up on him.
Telling himself it’s just the odd scenario getting to him, Rin lets himself think things he never even lets himself feel. He indulges in the intimacy of human touch, the rewarding sensations of skin-to-skin contact that trigger spikes of serotonin with each brush of his fingers over Isagi’s face.
Every time he skims Isagi’s face, or strokes through his hair, or softly touches his body, he can feel the subconscious responses—the slightest upturn of his mouth, in the shadow of a smile—the way he snuggles inward, as if searching for more of Rin—or the tiny whines that fall from his lips, sweet like nectar.
It makes Rin forget where he is, who he is. He’s not supposed to be this kind of guy. He doesn’t even…he’s not into guys. Or anyone, really. It’s not like he likes Isagi, it’s just…the situation. Yeah, that’s it. The situation, the alcohol, the way Isagi looks so beautiful under the dim lights of the izakaya—
Shit. He’s in too deep, isn’t he?
That’s a problem for future Rin, he thinks to himself, pulling Isagi impossibly closer and feeling the consequent tightening of arms around his own waist.
He’s suddenly feeling very comfortable, and very, very tired. It’s so warm and soft, and he’s content like this, with Isagi wrapped up in his arms. The muted voices of his teammates merge into a relaxing white noise, urging him to close his eyes and give into the desire to sleep.
It’s so tempting…
So
tempting…
But the darkness never comes, because someone is shaking him gently, much to his frustration.
Who…?
With much irritation, Rin forces his eyes to open fully, whipping his head to the side to shoot a cursory glare at whoever decided to harass him now.
Deep violet immediately saturates his vision, aggressive and attention-demanding in a way that makes him want to close his eyes again. Reo. Why’s he messing with Rin? Can’t he just let him go unnoticed, with only the weight of his own shame keeping the hesitance tight in his body?
Rin quirks an eyebrow up, not bothering to make a comment—Reo will explain himself or he’ll face Rin’s wrath.
“Nagi and I are leaving now. And we’re going to take Isagi home, since he obviously can’t do it himself.” Reo provides, not at all deterred by the cold frown on Rin’s face.
He thinks about the boy in his arms and wills every muscle in his face to remain still, refusing to let himself show how flustered this night has made him. It’s been a whirlwind of uncovered emotions and heat-filled moments, the kind of raw humanity that Rin never seems to touch.
But tonight, it has taken hold of him, and he has been forced to confront whatever feelings he has for Isagi, no matter how deep they are buried. It’s hard to face, and even more difficult considering the watchful gazes of his teammates all night long. Reo’s knowing gaze is too prying, too understanding, and it makes his skin crawl.
Whatever. He’s let himself indulge in this fantasy for long enough.
So Rin just nods curtly in response, unwrapping his arms from Isagi with false nonchalance. The sleeping boy grumbles, brows furrowing at the disruption. He seems reluctant to do anything that remotely resembles detaching himself from Rin, instead choosing to tighten his grip as much as his unconsciousness allows.
“...Isagi.” Rin grunts, reaching down to pry the other’s vice grip off of him. It’s taking everything in him not to burst into flames in front of Reo—all he wants to do is scream and throw Isagi off of him. This is too much, really.
It’s like he’s being taunted, his weakest points being poked and prodded in front of other people. As much as he wants to run away from it all, though, he knows that he wants this just as much. Being here, with Isagi. Being with Isagi.
There’s no time to unpack…feelings.
Reo’s still looking at him like he knows exactly what kind of struggle Rin is going through right now. But eventually, he steps forward and helps untangle Isagi, ripping him away from Rin with a surprising amount of effort.
Isagi stumbles into Reo’s side, eyes fluttering as he regains some sort of awareness.
“Nooo…” Isagi groans, throwing his arms out to latch onto the nearest object, which happens to be Reo. “I don’t want to leave Rin…”
There’s no holding it back now. Rin’s face flushes lightly, and he tries his best to hide it with the sleeve of his sweater.
“Yoichi, you’re really too drunk.” Reo sighs, reluctantly holding him up with strong arms.
Rin tilts his head away, trying to shake away the pink in his cheeks and the nagging feeling of that should be me instead. Isagi wanted him, not Reo. The childish line of thought sticks with him as he watches Reo adjust his hold on the other boy, basically carrying him as they begin to walk away from Rin and towards the door.
The soft, half-formed complaints continue the whole way, and Rin can only watch in a blushing, stunned silence as his biggest rival and the most significant source of stress in his life is swept away by Reo. The lazy, white-haired pet of Reo meets them by the exit, not bothering to acknowledge Isagi’s state in any way. He’s too focused on Reo’s face, it seems.
“Good night, Rin!” Isagi slurs out one final thing, drawing the half-hearted attention of some of the Blue Lockers who have yet to pass out in the izakaya. Despite his condition, he’s still alluring, and Rin can’t help but stare after him with hungry eyes drinking in the sight.
Isagi is always capturing his attention, demanding it and refusing to let Rin escape. Saying lukewarm shit that gets his hopes up, like the person I want to be beside right now is you, Rin! Really, can you blame him? There’s only so much he can take, trapped in a football prison with someone beautiful and fierce like Isagi.
Hesitantly, Rin looks around to see if anyone else caught it, but…
No one seems phased. Shidou isn’t even trying to film it—seems like Rin’s embarrassment and Isagi’s drunken comments have lost their appeal. His brother doesn’t even flinch, continuing to ignore everyone around him with Rin included.
In fact, the majority of the guys seem to be completely passed out, huddled in pairs or small groups, or sitting suspiciously close together while they stare into each other’s eyes (gross, Karasu and Hiori). Rin thanks his lucky stars that no one’s zoned in on him in his time of emotional peril.
Isagi appears to be trying his best to drag Reo down, attempting to turn his head around to look at the scene he’s leaving behind, but Nagi’s tall figure blocks him. Rin is useless, his mind torn between trying to double down on his insistence of dislike towards Isagi, or reluctantly going up to him and…comforting him, or something. Anything to stop the longing, intoxicated whines that tug at his heart, despite the clear confusion and drunken quality of them.
He doesn’t move. His mind refuses to quiet, but he ignores it anyway, averting his gaze from the retreating Blue Lockers as they shush Isagi endlessly.
“Everyone’s used to Rin and Isagi being like this now, right, Reo?” Nagi’s tired voice rings out softly from the doorway, barely audible through the remainder of the night’s noise. “I didn’t realize Rin liked anything other than his brother’s attention or a soccer ball.”
That gets a rise out of Rin, and he rises to his feet, tossing a snarl Nagi’s way as the three step outside of the restaurant. Who does he think he is? All he does is cling to Reo and plead desperately for attention like some sort of yearning boyfriend.
“Fuck you, you lukewarm piece of trash! I do not—” He’s cut off by a pointedly bored voice.
“Quiet down, Rin. You’ve had more than enough action for one night.” Sae deadpans, lifting his head ever so slightly to fix Rin with an annoyed glance.
“I—! Nii-chan! It’s not like that!”
But he sits down anyway, cheeks burning as he returns to his secluded spot in the corner of the booth—now without the comforting warmth of Isagi in his arms. The goosebumps that come with being scolded by Sae calm down, and Rin risks a quick glance up to see that his brother has returned to his phone.
Shidou, sitting off to Sae’s side, shoots him a typical cocky smirk, wiggling his eyebrows until Rin’s glare has enough force to kill a small child.
“That isn’t what it looked like earlier!” The demon sings, eyes glazed slightly from the quantity of alcohol he’s consumed.
Sae slaps his head gently and scoffs something about being quiet when I have a headache, you demon, but Rin is already back to agonizing over every occurrence of tonight. From the feeling of Isagi’s lips barely brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, to the magnetic pull his wide, hazy blue eyes seemed to have on his body…
Shit. Maybe it was like that. He’s getting soft.
;
The next day marks another long stretch of practice in Blue Lock’s facilities, though it went rather slowly as the hungover, exhausted players failed to meet their usual standards. Ego was not impressed.
Rin had already decided to just not think about anything from the previous night, instead choosing to ignore his thoughts and the snarky comments tossed around here and there from his teammates. Isagi had tried multiple times to catch his eye and start conversations, but Rin had brushed him off, fearful of what kind of rejection he’d face now that Isagi was sober.
His performance had suffered because of it—he keeps making lukewarm goals and messing up passes, multiplying his frustration until he’s at the point of explosion. Everyone’s avoiding him even more than usual today, except the one person he can’t stand to see.
But it doesn’t matter what he wants.
Practice ends eventually, and for once even Rin was happy it was over. The players file into the locker room to shower, change, and get some rest before they do it all again tomorrow. Rin takes his time, waiting for everyone to leave before he showers himself, wanting to enjoy solitude after so much interaction.
He should’ve known it was a bad idea.
After he finally gets the shower room to himself and washes up with efficiency, Rin throws a towel around his waist and walks back to the lockers.
And there, in all of his damp-haired, fiery-eyed glory, is Isagi Yoichi.
Rin wants nothing more than to turn back around and hightail it into the showers—he could just wait Isagi out, right? He has to leave eventually. But that would be cowardly, an admittance of defeat, which is not something he could ever live with.
With a sigh, he tries to ignore the excited energy of the other boy, grabbing stuff from his locker while Isagi’s gaze forces goosebumps onto Rin’s arms. Rin can feel him staring, but he just wants to leave, so he pretends like he doesn’t notice it.
His efforts are futile, of course. Isagi doesn’t get ignored, especially not by someone like Rin, who is drawn to him like flies to honey.
“What is up with you today?” He hears Isagi start, irritation evident in the shorter boy’s voice. “You acted like I don’t exist all throughout practice, and even now you’re avoiding me. I know you know I’ve been staring at you for the past minute.”
Rin does know. It’s been anything but subtle.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He scoffs, settling for a basic line that’ll hopefully deter these rampant questions.
Of course, Isagi isn’t having it.
“Yeah, right! It’s about last night, isn’t it? What happened that was so bad?” Isagi pesters, scooting around a bench to arrive close behind Rin’s half-naked body. He tries not to flinch at the evident presence behind him.
“It’s not like that. And it’s not like you’d remember, anyway.”
He’s telling the truth—Isagi had been so hammered, there’s no way that he remembered anything he did. No, Isagi probably forgot the way he crawled up into Rin’s lap and got him all fixated on the blue of his eyes.
God, he’s being pathetic. Why does Isagi make him feel such tumultuous things? Why does he want to push him away but at the same time, pull him close and never let go?
“Try me. I’ve got an A-plus memory.”
Rin makes the mistake of turning around, pausing whatever pointless organization he was doing inside his locker to face Isagi. The room immediately feels ten times hotter, and Rin finds himself growing flustered at his lack of clothing when Isagi has already showered and changed clothes.
With a gulp, Rin scoots back into the wall of lockers, his towel almost slipping before he catches it with his hands and tightens it.
“I-I already said, it’s not like—”
Isagi snorts, rudely cutting off Rin like he’s not going through an existential crisis right now.
“Cut the bullshit and just talk to me. There’s no point in skirting around things, it’ll just be awkward later.”
“It already is awkward,” Rin mumbles, before averting his gaze at Isagi’s petulant glare. “You really remember everything?”
“Well, basically. Nothing is coming to mind that would freak you out this badly.”
There’s no way he remembers basically everything, then.
“I’m not freaked out,” He hisses in indignation, trying to move further away as discreetly as he can to no avail. Isagi’s matching his every step, and Rin can see that he’s approaching the corner of the room in his peripheral. “If anyone is freaked out, it’s—”
Oh, shit. Now he’s never going to live any of this down.
Isagi’s eyes light up with evil, his expression going from perplexed to way too self-assured in a split second. Rin’s back finally hits the corner, and he closes his eyes as he prepares for what’s inevitably to come.
“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me because I flirted with you, Rin,” The older boy starts, and Rin can tell he’s grinning even though his eyes are closed. “I didn’t realize that the icy-cold, I-hate you-all Itoshi Rin was so easily flustered!”
Well, now you know, he doesn’t say. He’s too focused on not letting the blush creep up any more of his skin—it’s useless, there’s nothing covering his body except a towel. Rin lets his eyes open, trying to muster a trademark scowl with all of his might. He thinks it probably looks non-threatening right now.
“Fuck you. I’m not—I wasn’t flustered, you were just clinging to me all night and I was embarrassed. I’m mad at you, not—not flustered!” Rin snarls, but his usual delivery falls flat when he sees the way Isagi is looking at him.
Really, it’s unfair, to have such pretty blue eyes that are peeking up at him with faux-innocence through a thick layer of lashes—
Focus. Stay focused, Rin.
He clears his throat.
“You weren’t even flirting, you were just…stop looking at me like that!” Rin caves, covering his face with both hands, abandoning his attempts to remain calm. This is too much for him, and Isagi is just smirking up at him, way too close for comfort.
He should just run. He could run, he could shove Isagi to the side, grab his clothes and go, but it just doesn’t feel right. Rin needs to see this through, no matter what the outcome is. So he waits anxiously for Isagi’s response, peeking through the cracks between his fingers like a child.
To his surprise, the cocky grin is gone, replaced with something gentler that makes him move his hands away from his face minutely.
“Sorry, you’re just too cute to tease,” Isagi says with a little laugh, like he didn’t just drop the craziest sentence Rin has ever heard.
Before he can react properly, he watches Isagi step back and wave at him, before rushing out of the locker room in a blur.
No, wait, what the actual fuck?