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Isagi is famous in Blue Lock, everyone knows that.
Isagi is Bachira's boyfriend, only Ego and the couple themselves know.
Isagi's also somehow a lot of people's crush in Blue Lock. Only Ego, and those few hopeless romantics know.
"Nice goal Nagi! Your reflexes are way better today, motivated?" Another goal by the white-haired boy. Isagi's on his way to praising him, just like how he does with everyone.
Bachira doesn't like how Nagi looks at Isagi, as if they're the only two on the field.
His eyes. What's with that look?
Bachira couldn't take it anymore.
"Isagi-chan~ I scored a goal too, why didn't you praise me?" Bachira took the opportunity to hug Isagi from the back, staring at Nagi at the same time as well.
Fuck off. That's the message Bachira's eyes delivered to Nagi.
Nagi doesn't seem to notice it, but whether he did or not. Bachira would be glad enough to see him back away from Isagi.
"Bachira, Nagi did well too alright?" Isagi ruffled his hair, his attention is finally back to Bachira. "And you're heavy! Don't slump on me like that!"
Bachira sticks out his tongue, as playful as he is, releasing Isagi.
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If Rin hates Isagi that much. Why is he looking at him like that?
It's those eyes again, the same eyes Nagi gave Isagi when his dearest striker praised him. It grudges his heart. It burns.
Bachira looks at Rin, he's- smiling? at Isagi?
Oh lord. Not again.
Isagi's running, running to his heart's desire. Bachira has seen that face, the face that made him smile, the face that brought him to Isagi.
So what's with Itoshi Rin smiling at his Isagi that much?
Bachira bites his lower lip, pretty close to bleeding. Yet he could barely give a shit, because he just wants Isagi to himself, just him.
When Isagi returned to the resting bench, Rin immediately turned his expression back to that restless bitch face.
Fake ass motherfucker. Bachira clenched onto his towel.
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Welp, seems that even God couldn't help with his desires.
Because now, the Princess of their team is talking with Isagi at the canteen. It's the way how Chigiri leaned in and stared deep into Isagi's ocean eyes that made Bachira's face darken.
"Thank you, Isagi. If it weren't for your encouragement, I wouldn't have let go of this fear." Chigiri is sitting so damn close to Isagi, Bachira swears he could see the two's hands brush as they move.
Chigiri gently tugs his reddish pink hair back to his ears, looking at Isagi as he talks about how fast Chigiri ran.
"Seriously! How were you so fast?" Isagi's face was full of adoration, oh how the tables have turned. Bachira could see the faint pink blush on Chigiri's cheeks.
"Probably because of how you encouraged me, I just decided to run as fast as I could." The Princess scooted closer, merely 18 centimetres apart, and somehow Bachira just calculated that.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'll go back to the dorms first Isagi-chan, enjoy." Bachira lifted his tray and walked away silently, not noticing Isagi's goodbye.
The monster inside him howls, Why don't you go for it Meguru? He is yours. No one else could have him Meguru. Go for it. He is your property. Get him back.
Bachira snickered, whispering and mumbling under his breath. Whatever he was saying, it would have been anything related to making people know that Isagi is his.
Isagi and Chigiri came back late, together, chatting and laughing.
Bachira jumped up from the bed, dragging Isagi to another room immediately.
"Ba-Bachira?" Isagi's face full of confusion.
"Keep your mouth closed."
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Bachira slammed Isagi to one of the walls in the room. Pinning him and staring at him with his bright deadly yellow eyes.
"What's all this about Bachira? Don't tell me you're still mad about how I didn't praise you today." Isagi groaned, clearly unpleased.
"I don't like the way how they look at you Isagi."
"Who?"
"There's a shit ton of people." Bachira scoffed.
Isagi looked down, clearly thinking of who.
"Nagi, Rin, Chigiri. I bet there will be more when we leave Blue Lock and fight against other teams." His yellow eyes narrowed. Isagi never saw how serious Bachira could be, but here he is.
"You're my boyfriend, yet they stared at you like you're their property." Bachira grits his teeth, he looks away and releases his hand.
"It's childish, I know. But I couldn't help but to make them notice you are mine."
Bachira expects a "They're my teammates, what's wrong with that?", or a "I'm still yours, they can stare all they want."
But seems like Isagi's being a bit straightforward today.
"We'll announce our relationship then, if it bothers you that much."
Damn. Isagi isn't the type to make relationships public, Bachira's eyes widened.
"Really? You're comfortable with that? I remember how you said you would like to keep things private-" Bachira could feel his monster howl in excitement.
Isagi took a breath in, a deep one. "You said you were jealous of how others look at me. I have to care about your feelings as well." He hugged Bachira.
Bachira could feel the warmth of Isagi's body. From his chest, his arms, to his neck. Isagi's everything is so close to Bachira right now.
Now that he's thinking about it. The two of them have never gone further than kissing, just some occasional make-outs. So Bachira took the chance.
Isagi flinched at the sudden sensation in his back.
"My my~ You're so sweet Isagi-kun. You never really said those stuff to me before, why the sudden change of attitude?" Bachira travels his hands at Isagi's finely built body, from his back to his hips. Feeling all of it.
"Ba-Bachira..." Isagi leaned onto Bachira, shifting his body under the other boy's soft and sensitive touch.
"I won't make you feel uncomfortable. Trust me." Bachira whispered into Isagi's ear, planting small kisses on his neck as well.
Isagi's whole body is burning, those kisses, those touches. They're driving him crazy.
"Mmh..." The striker moaned softly, completely under Bachira's mercy.
The movements on his back stopped.
Bachira looked away immediately, face flushed red. "Shit. Isagi, what are you doing to me-" He whispered under his breath.
The two of them couldn't bear looking at each other in the eye, such an embarrassing, awkward moment.
"That's it. You two, get the fuck out." A sudden announcement from the speaker in the room, startling the couple. "I'm not here trying to watch porn. Consider taking this stuff to the washroom."
And that included Ego knowing about their secret relationship.