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The sun was blazing down on the practice field, leaving the Blue Lock team drenched in sweat. Rin wiped his brow with the back of his hand, glaring across the pitch where Shidou was casually stretching. Stretching was fine. Normal. Whatever. But this outfit? The compression shorts were practically painted on, barely brushing mid-thigh, and the loose white T-shirt he’d decided to wear clung to him in a way that Rin found… frustrating. Disgusting. Annoying. Not distracting at all, he told himself.
Even worse, Shidou’s hair was down, kept in place by that ridiculous wavy metal headband, making him look like some kind of carefree model instead of the chaotic striker Rin knew. The way he smiled and laughed with the others made Rin grit his teeth. People were staring—not just teammates, but the assistant coaches, the managers, and even some random passersby.
Rin finally snapped. Grabbing his oversized windbreaker from the sidelines, he stormed over to Shidou, who was mid-laugh at something goofy Aryu had said. Without warning, Rin tossed the windbreaker straight at Shidou’s chest.
“Put this on,” Rin snapped, voice sharp and no-nonsense.
Shidou blinked, catching the jacket before it fell. “What the hell, Itoshi?”
“You’re making everyone uncomfortable,” Rin barked, crossing his arms.
Shidou looked down at his clothes, then at the windbreaker, and then back at Rin. “Uncomfortable? What, with my magnificent thighs?” He flexed dramatically, smirking. “Didn’t know you were so prude—oh, wait, I forgot. You’re you.”
“Just shut up and wear it,” Rin hissed, refusing to look directly at him.
Shidou sighed loudly, holding up the windbreaker like it was some kind of ancient relic. “This thing is huge. Are you secretly a giant? How are we the same height, and yet this thing looks like a tent?”
Rin’s jaw clenched. “It’s normal. Just put it on.”
“Normal? For who? People built like tree trunks?” Shidou quipped, but he slipped the jacket on anyway. Rin didn’t know whether to regret his decision or dig himself into the dirt when Shidou stood there, swamped in the oversized fabric. The sleeves dangled past his hands, and the hem of the jacket brushed the tops of his thighs, making the absurdly short compression shorts stand out even more.
And Rin hated—hated—the way the jacket looked on Shidou. It was his. It carried his scent, and now Shidou was walking around like some smug idiot, completely unaware of the chaotic mess Rin’s mind had become.
“Ugh, why’s this thing so big? You’re not that much bigger than me, right?” Shidou asked, rolling up the sleeves with an exaggerated pout.
“It’s oversized,” Rin said curtly, trying to ignore the heat crawling up his neck. “Now stop complaining.”
“Oh, stop complaining?” Shidou mimicked, voice high-pitched and mocking. “Sorry, mom. Maybe you should buy me better clothes if my style offends your delicate senses.”
Rin’s eye twitched. “Maybe I should teach you how to stop being a walking disaster.”
“Oh, really? Gonna lecture me now, Mr. Fashion Critic? At least I don’t look like a grumpy office worker who got dragged to the gym.”
That did it. Rin grabbed Shidou’s arm mid-argument and yanked him toward the sidelines.
“Hey! What the hell?!” Shidou protested, stumbling after Rin, his voice echoing indignantly.
“We’re talking about this now,” Rin growled, dragging him further away from the team.
“Talking about what?! My amazing sense of style?” Shidou snapped, trying to pull his arm free. “Or how you’re secretly obsessed with me?”
The others, still practicing on the field, paused to watch the two leave. Aryu gave a dramatic sigh, saying, “Ah, the tempestuous flames of youth,” while Isagi and Bachira exchanged confused but amused looks.
“Let me go, you control freak!” Shidou shouted, but Rin didn’t stop until they were well out of earshot.
“Shut up,” Rin muttered, glaring at the ground.
“You’re the one who dragged me here!” Shidou shot back. “God, it’s like you’re in love with me or something.”
Rin froze, his grip tightening ever so slightly on Shidou’s wrist. Don’t say stupid things, Rin thought, swallowing hard. Shidou’s smug grin and those stupid compression shorts weren’t helping his fraying composure.
“Y-You’re insane,” Rin finally spat, letting go of Shidou’s wrist with a rough shove.
Shidou stumbled back, adjusting the oversized windbreaker with a huff. “Fine. Whatever. Next time, I’ll wear a cropped tank top just for you.”
Rin groaned, turning on his heel to stalk away. “Do that, and I’ll kill you.”
As he walked off, Shidou watched him go, a smirk creeping across his face. “Guess he is obsessed with me,” he muttered, tugging the sleeves of the windbreaker down just a little more. It was surprisingly warm.