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" Isagiii~! " The usual sing-song ringed in Isagi's ear and like a reflex etched to his system, Isagi bent slightly to catch Bachira, welcoming the rather familiar weight on his back.
" Let's shower together! " Chigiri, with a water bottle in his mouth, coughed up violently upon hearing Bachira's shameless remark.
Unwilling to become a part of their audience, he was going to turn his back and walk towards the exit and avoid knowing more unnecessary details he does not want to know.
Well, that was the plan.
Chigiri felt his ears flush and eyes widen when he saw Bachira lick the full length of Isagi's neck.
Isagi yelp loudly, almost dropping Bachira out of surprise.
" Bachira?! W-what..?" Isagi mouth gape as he struggles to get the words to say. His free hand clutching his own neck Bachira had licked.
" I was curious what sweat tasted like and your neck was close to me, Isagi. It was convenient! " Bachira chirped happily like what he did was a normal thing to do.
Gross.
Chigiri echoed in his mind. Though a little bit surprised, he was not completely shocked. After all, it was already an established truth that Bachira is a menace. Having a non-existent personal space is already a part of his very own description and having to cling to other people is like second nature.
He's just glad that he's not the one stuck with Bachira but Isagi.
Though being Bachira's main target of attention doesn't seem to affect Isagi negatively like Chigiri thought it would.
Don't get him wrong, he treats Bachira as a friend and he appreciates Bachira for the way he is, his eccentric behaviour and all.
But he doesn't think he could ever allow Bachira to lick his neck-- he shivers at that thought- and the other questionable boundary actions that might push one's limits that the other naturally does.
Unlike Chigiri though, Isagi doesn't seem to mind. Not only does Isagi not reject Bachira's touches. He accepts it and adapts to it, completely welcoming Bachira with warmth.
And maybe that what makes Bachira stick to Isagi like glue, knowing it first by instinct and then experiencing it on hand. Bachira realized that Isagi was the one to understand him.
Chigiri looked at them warmly, ' though they are quite suspicious to look at sometimes' , he broke into a smile at that thought, He was willing to support what bond they will form someday.
Because even though unspoken, they were both Chigiri's friends that he treasures deeply in his heart.
He finally decides to leave the training room, but not without hearing the hearty laughs that came from Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru.
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After practice Bachira lunged at Isagi's back with no restraint, they stumbled a few steps forward, as he shoved something at the latter's face.
" Here Isagi! You can have mine! " He happily waved the water bottle in front of Isagi's face, in which Isagi accepted with a fond smile. " Thanks, Bachira. "
" Mhm, Anytime! " Bachira responded happily and jumped down from Isagi's back to let the other drink peacefully. Instead he walked besides him and draped his arm around Isagi.
" Psh, what are they? A married couple? " Raichi scoffed. Irritated at the two, his right foot move to angrily kick the dust off the ground.
' Who cares if you literally share saliva with each other and be fucking gross, right?' --. His irritation only grew when he saw Isagi grab a towel and wipe Bachira's sweat trickling down his neck. The other giggles, feeling ticklish from the action as he moves closer to Isagi, almost latching himself to the other.
" Arrrgghh!!!! I'm going crazy! Go flirt somewhere else you fucking fucks!! " Raichi screeched, drove to being mad. He stomped to the door away from two eyesores that damaged his eyesight permanently.
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Igaguri has always been a rowdy sleeper but he never minded it once. Since, Isagi was the one he was always besides with.
He never complained and Isagi always lets him be. So Igarashi pretty much always has his whole futon to himself and half of Isagi's. A sweet deal that the monk always abused and took advantage of.
With an awkward sleeping position, his hand dropped down on Isagi's futon, but unlike the other nights, a hand swatted it away.
Igaguri frowned at that, his eyes still shut from sleepiness, and tossed. His left hand finding its way to creep into Isagi's futon again.
' Smack! '
He winced in his sleep and jerked away when he got smacked by the hand, his skin stinging from the pain.
The monk groaned and lifted his feet to land on Isagi's pillow, trying to attempt and invade the poor striker's futon again, that always had to bear with him always kicking his face at night.
But before his feet could even get anywhere near the futon, let alone Isagi's pillow, like a karma bestowed to him by the heavens, a divine punishment, Igaguri received a full kick straight to the face that just maybe deformed his face a little bit.
The morning came, some voices shuffled in the background, and Igaguri was awoken from his sleep--
No scratch that, from his unconscious state brought to him by that kick that knocked him out cold.
" Bachira, you... don't just sneak up in my futon at night!" Isagi's ears were red as he shout-whispered at the brunette sticking out his tongue.
" But, Isagi~if I don't, " Bachira glanced at him, noting that they had woken him up, noticing the red mark on his face.
" some dog might crawl up on you and leave drools everywhere! That's filthy. I don't like it. I feel much better if it is my drool! "
Igaguri frowned at that statement. ' What did he mean by that? '
Shivers ran down his spine when his eyes met Bachira's and had been welcomed by a manic grin plaster on the other's face.
Bachira gave him a knowing look.
Feeling scared he'll get killed off by Bachira, he glanced at Isagi hoping he could ask for help. But it ended up as nothing but an unheard cry.
Far from hearing his cry and even farther away from noticing Bachira's tight marking of his own territory. Isagi was busy fidgeting and blushing.
Isagi was looking away! Missing all the SOS signs and any other signs for that matter. As useful as he was when he was on the pitch, using his spatial awareness. He was totally useless when he's off the pitch.
' Damn Isagi! What's the use of your spatial awareness at this point?! ' Igaguri screamed in his head.
Still looking away, Isagi muttered,
" What are you saying? I really can't understand you Bachira... "
Igaguri seriously doesn't either.
That night Igaguri slept like the dead. He was planning to look for a spot away from Isagi, but they were all taken and there was no space for him to squeeze anymore. Not like anyone wanted to sleep besides him anyway. Everybody already knew he's not the best to be besides with, if not the worst. They all just send looks of pity to Isagi every time but none was ever willing.
When he tried to ask Chigiri to let him sleep in the space beside him, begging and all snot. The speedy striker gave him the most disgusted look he has ever received in his entire life. The look he received literally screaming " Ew, no. you fly ".
Igaguri receiving shock and mental damage from that trauma, found himself sleeping besides Isagi's futon in the end anyway.
He clenched his teeth resisting all the urges to make even the tiniest movements, not even a flinch of his finger.
Especially when he noticed a shift of movements coming from Isagi's futon and blonde highlights poked out from the blankets.
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Kunigami grabs Bachira's shoulder and ruffles his hair after that goal.
" Thanks for the pass, Bachira. " The brunette looked over from his own shoulder and gave him a happy smile.
" Sure~ No problem! "
The game resumed and Kunigami was wide open after passing through the defenders, reaching the area where he can score his lefty shot.
" Here! Isagi!! " He called out to Isagi who has the ball touch right now.
' I know you see this too. Pass the ball to me. ' Those words echoed inside his head as he felt his ego rising. He's sure as hell that Isagi can envision that goal with his spatial awareness too. But when Isagi just looked at him and continued to dribble past and passed the ball to Chigiri, Kunigami was confused as hell on why the heck didn't Isagi pass the ball to him when they could have scored.
The game ended with a 5-3 with them being the team who won.
But Kunigami wasn't satisfied.
The whole game was him just running around. He was always stuck with defenders flocking around him, like he was being used as a bait to lure them all. And when he was in a good position for a pass, Isagi is always there to intercept and leaves him stuck with the defenders again.
Hell, he wasn't even able to touch the ball once after his goal with Bachira.
Frustrated, Kunigami stopped on his tracks and assessed the situation. His thoughts drifted back to the game. He tried to figure out what he was missing and noticed one thing.
Whenever there was a chance, there was Isagi. Before he got stuck by those defenders, Isagi lured them in. And whenever there's a pass, Isagi is always one step ahead of him.
It goes beyond just being a coincidence.
It was almost as if Isagi was using his spatial awareness to block his paths and not giving him any chances to touch the ball.
But it can't be right? He won't do that, Isagi is a good guy.
Kunigami frowned to himself.
But the game was completely in Isagi's hand, almost as if completely antagonizing him, like every antagonist does that comes in the hero's way.
" Hey Isag-- " He was about to call out to the other teen to get some answers on what seems to be going on, if it was all done on purpose or if it was just him overthinking things. And if it was the latter then maybe he'll feel bad and apologize properly for thinking about Isagi in that way.
But Kunigami stopped when he saw Isagi looking at Bachira's hair intently.
" What is it, Isagi? " Bachira tilted his head, eyes wide like a cat as he questioned the raven boy.
" Nothing. " Isagi whispers, eyes soft, as he taps Bachira's shoulder like he's tapping off dust from the other's shoulder.
And it sure didn't escape Kunigami's eyes when Isagi grabs a lock of Bachira's hair and places a gentle kiss on the brunette's locks.
Kunigami was left stunned, his mind rejecting the possible answer on why it might be that he didn't get to touch the ball after he received that pass from Bachira.
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