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Rin would love nothing more than to get up.
Food, coffee, bathroom. All are very pressing needs at the moment, and yet there’s a solid weight on his chest keeping him from taking care of any of them.
Literally.
It wouldn’t be impossible to get out of this considering there’s barely more than an arm slung over him, but that arm is getting in his way, and if Isagi Yoichi doesn’t move his ass…
There’s absolutely no one in the world more annoying than him, and Rin is seconds away from shoving him off of him for good.
Eventually.
Isagi exhales a deep breath against Rin’s chest as if he can hear his thoughts and he’s sighing at him in his sleep like Rin is somehow the problem here. Like Rin is being unreasonable. But it’s perfectly reasonable to want to get up after waking. That’s not even something exclusive to him.
He would roll his eyes, but the effect doesn’t quite work when the intended target has decided to waste both of their mornings.
Typical.
It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when Rin lets his guard down, he finds himself in situations like this where he’s the first one awake and unable to get out from under him.
But the only way to avoid it is to sleep in two separate beds, and for some reason, Rin can’t let that happen. He doesn’t get attached to people often, but when he does, he digs his talons into them and no matter how hard he wills himself to let go, he can’t. If Isagi leaves his sight, he starts to go crazy.
So it’s easy to just have him here, to know exactly where he is and what he’s doing, to see his mind work and twist and bend as closely as possible. It makes sense for them because Isagi doesn’t realize he needs to be just as close to him. No one else can compare, Rin knows. No one else can satisfy that constant itch in his mind the way Rin can.
So they share this bed in this apartment like it’s a coincidence they’re both here. Like it just makes more sense to save their exorbitant salaries for the future, rather than waste them on high rises and fast cars.
But not too much.
The idea of either of them going back to their parents’ houses sends a nasty shiver up his spine. Isagi’s parents may be as great as two parents can be, but that doesn’t change the fact that Rin needs him here. Every muscle and bone and every wide eyed stare. Every weighted morning where the only things to keep Rin company is the sound of Isagi’s breaths and the birds just outside their window. Not even the blooms on the branches they perch on could compare to the intoxicating scent of his stupid three in one conditioner that Rin breathes in any time Isagi isn’t paying attention.
Love is a weakness, but obsession is just who he is at his core. It isn’t his fault that the only person capable of pulling both out of him is Isagi fucking Yoichi.
What a joke.
It has to be a joke.
Just like the idea that Rin could push him off is.
He reaches behind himself without moving his body to grab his phone so he can turn off his alarm, but instead of putting it back, he moves it to the other side of Isagi, angling his head so he can see the screen while he’s stuck here.
Held hostage, more like it.
He checks the scores from some of the other games that played this week involving players they know and silently judges them for their expected under-performances. Lukewarm, if you ask him.
Isagi on the other hand would just get fired up for some unbeknownst reason. Pointless. He should focus on what really matters, on players more at his level. At their level.
He adjusts the phone to balance against one of the pillows so he can free his hand to slide up the back of Isagi’s shirt. His skin is paper smooth and almost too warm, like he’s fevered, but Isagi just runs hot like that. It makes summers unbearable, but for a spring morning, Rin can’t say he minds it.
He lets his fingers trail down his spine, memorizing the bones beneath his skin as if he could ever forget the way they feel while he scans over a few articles. He finds one speculating that due to their longtime hostile rivalry, he and Isagi are both considering switching teams. According to an inside source, they can’t stand each other long enough to practice. He wonders who started that rumor.
He presses his mouth to the top of Isagi’s head. This kind of speculation will work out in their favor for the next game. They’ll bicker a bit, maybe kick up some grass at each other, and then they’ll pull off some impossible play that will have their fans begging them to stay together. Eventually someone is going to catch on, but it helps that they do actually want to kill each other most of the time when they play. That part isn’t an act, but what no one understands is that that also happens to be foreplay.
He finds a video of a match he wanted to catch in an inconvenient timezone and turns off the volume before it can make more than a quick blep. He doesn’t need to hear it to know what’s going on, and frankly he rarely agrees with the commentaries anyway.
Isagi shifts in his sleep at the brief noise, and Rin holds his breath, waiting to see what he’ll do, but he doesn’t wake. Rin eventually relaxes, letting his attention shift to the screen while Isagi sleeps in his arms, completely unaware that there’s an entire world spinning around him.
Idiot.
He watches until he has enough of the mediocrity from both teams and eventually locks the screen, turning his phone down onto the bed behind Isagi’s head. He closes his eyes and decides there’s nothing he can do in this situation but sleep, especially since he can’t move. Tragically.
But sleep comes easily as it always does when they’re like this, close enough for their cells to merge, and maybe it does kill him a little to waste his morning taking a nap.
But he knows without a doubt that it would kill him more not to.
Isagi buries his face in his neck, and Rin allows it.