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His steps land steady under the metal, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor.
He just got out of the bath, and should head to bed right now, but he's too busy searching for any extra time to meet with Rin; he ditches his own needs at the end. How improper of him.
Isagi can't seem to give a fuck about that anyway. Turning corner after corner, his feet moving with practiced ease. It's obvious he's got used to this.
His mind is occupied, not by the upcoming match he has — that he should give a few thoughts about — but by Rin Itoshi himself. He's like a parasite, once he gets inside Isagi's brain he will be in there forever. Today he has been thinking about nothing but that boy.
Even at practice, Rin had gained possession of his head. His focus had drifted off, causing his plays to slip off from their tracks. He did feel guilty about his play going down because of some stupid crush— as if he's a middleschool girl. It's downright pathetic, if you may. That didn't help much with his current problem, it only made the situation worse than it is.
His solution? Visit Rin.
So that's why he's on this mission to find Rin, who was probably in the Yoga Room, looking uselessly beautiful while stretching into impossible poses Isagi could never copy with his less flexible body. That's why his next goal, that he set a few days ago, was to become good at yoga like Rin is, even if he said it's useless. Said Isagi could never be as good as he was. It's his usual bullshit. Isagi could be as good as Rin if he wanted, he just needed a lot of practice. Even if it meant horrible cramps on the back and hips.
And if Rin's not in the Yoga Room then he's in his room. Which, preferably, is better. Both of those rooms serve as a private space for the couple — nobody other than Rin, and occasionally Isagi, do Yoga which is another win for them — but Rin's room is more comfortable. There is a bed, it's not a high quality one where they could cuddle — Isagi doubts Rin would let him get that close, but the image is in his mind already and he can't stop it — though it’s better than a hard floor, at least sitting on it and blabbering about whatever is nice. It's cozy. It hits close to home, which may be why he likes it just a bit more than he should.
So he can't help but hope to see the Yoga Room empty when he reaches for the doorknob, opening it without knocking. Hey, it's public space after all, it wouldn't be his fault if Rin is doing whatever he usually does and he just happens to find him like that.
And to his luck the room is empty, he doesn’t see a mattress already laying on the floor which means Rin didn't leave for a temporary moment either.
He can already hear the bells ringing in his head. Celebrating his little win.
He quickly shuts down the door and makes his way into the PXG dorms. There are a couple of rooms for groups of four, just like the ones in Bastard München. Lucky for them Rin was staying alone in one of those rooms. Selfishly taking up a room for four — although Isagi has to admit the rooms barely fit four beds, almost not having space for one person in them — all thanks to nobody wanting to share a room with him. And Ego was nice enough to grant everyone's wish come true and give Rin a separate room. His room is the one in the further left, the last of that row. It takes a small amount of time to reach Rin's room, maybe it's because Isagi basically sprints to his destination or it was just simply a short walk (which obviously is a lie considering the space between the Bastard München and PXG stadium) he refuses to admit he's just that eager to meet Rin.
Once he stands before the door, he takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for whatever kind of dudebro romantic event is waiting for him then knocks on the door. Their way of love liners on quick pecks or intense looks across the gym, and more of bickering over useless stuff.
Now he's feeling self-conscious. Does he look too tired? Maybe Rin's pissed at him for his horrible gameplay today, and maybe he should get lost before Rin opens the door and disappear into the shadows. Yeah maybe he should.
He was soo excited to meet Rin, that he almost forgot about his awful behavior that might have ruined Rin's mood. God, just now he's realizing how pissed he looked at the practice when Isagi's play was sloppy and passes were half-assed.
Before he could turn away the door was already wide open, Rin's apathetic expression faltered into something familiar, as if he was expecting Isagi to be here. His eyes relaxed just enough for Isagi to know he's not pissed, a sight only he's allowed to see.
“You’re late.”
Not a “hello” or “Welcome” rolls out of his mouth, that's not Rin-like you see? He's not the type of guy to be vulnerable, even when they're officially (even if it's a secret it is official, Isagi likes to tell himself that) dating it's hard for him to soften up. But there are moments where Isagi doesn't regret being patient with Rin. He learned it pays off well, even if he has to wait for a long time, which sucks, but Isagi doesn't mind it.
“I got carried away…”
He whined, not mentioning how he was searching for Rin in the other rooms. That can stay between him, God and Ego, right?
With a dismissive ‘tsk’ rolled out, Rin leaves the door unattended. And that's Isagi's sign to slide in with ease, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He comes to realize just how much Rin has him under his command, it's almost like his mood depends on how Rin treats him. Maybe it does…
He would rather not analyze those types of feelings under these settings. He wants to spend some time not drowning in his thoughts.
“You were shit at practice today.”
Rin blurted out, sitting down onto his mattress where a pillow supports his tablet. Isagi can see a paused movie waiting for Rin's attention, more patient than him it seems. Of course he's the one to watch horror movies this late at night.
He learned by spending time with Rin that he was a sucker for horror movies. Which made sense. Of course the guy who talks about death and dying for football or acts like the field is a battlefield would like a zombie apocalypse movie. He actually can't think of any more in-character response to it.
“My bad, my bad… I was distracted.”
By you.
He doesn't say it. He doesn't want to appear clingy or rather pathetic, but he does think about it.
That seems to catch Rin's attention because he takes his precious focus from his tablet back to Isagi. Brows furrowed just enough to make Isagi realize this might end up badly if his answer doesn't pleas the top number one.
“By what exactly?”
Isagi gulps, averting his eyes from Rin, suddenly the door has a very interesting texture…
He knows he can't run away for too long, so in the end he gives up. Walking over to the bed as well. He doesn't sit down, shadowing over Rin. His hands deep in his pockets.
“W-Well… I was thinking about…”
He gulped again, a lump forming in his throat as if his body couldn't man up to admit his thoughts out-loud. Come on, Yoichi! It's not wrong to think about your boyfriend right? (He hopes it's not)
“About you…”
He finally blurted out, pouting ever slightly for confessing something so embarrassing. Then again that's how relationships are like, right? You communicate and confess even if it's extremely embarrassing. Although it's one-sided at times, he doesn't want it to number down to zero. He jerked his hips back and forth, trying to distract himself with anything but his thoughts.
Rin, on the other hand looked the same as ever, like he couldn't give less fuck about people around him or what they have to say. Isagi can't decide if that's good or bad, but he's about to figure it out.
“Don’t let your thoughts affect your gameplay, numb-skull.”
He scoffed, his tone more dismissive than Isagi thought it would be. Soon he returned back to his activity, the sound of zombies filling the room, sinking in their silence.
Isagi honestly was waiting for worse. Maybe a scolding or shouting or even getting kicked out. But this was… a gentle way to handle things. Especially if we're speaking about The Ice King Itoshi Rin.
He didn't insult — except “numb-skull”, but at this rate they are pet names for Isagi — he didn't throw a pillow or call him stupid for having thoughts— or a creep. And Isagi could work with that.
His shoulder slouch down, relaxing after such a stressful moment — it couldn't even be compared to the normal terror he faced in matches against Rin — and actually happy it turned out well.
Now, his mind can drift into… other things. Like how Rin's pupils dilate as he watches a zombie getting cut into two pieces by a chainsaw. Yikes… the image is gory and Isagi doesn't appreciate that. Still, he watches alongside Rin. Or how he plays with the pillow on his hand — supporting his head and that god-awful posture — that's just too similar to fidgeting. Itoshi Rin, fidgeting. The thought is extremely cute in ways Isagi didn't know could be cute. It's almost like watching a kitten fall down because it can't stand on its feet properly. Even so, Rin isn't a kitten who can't stand on his feet. He's a grown up — unnecessary tall sixteen year old — boy who very much can destroy the field on his will.
He looks at how Rin sits, the way he's slightly facing to the side, how it would be extremely easy to just do something risky. Really, really risky but the idea makes his blood boil and he had a long day of having to be patient. He doesn't think he could wait for any moment longer.
“Hey Rin.”
He called, taking a step towards the bed in front of him, his knee sitting over the white sheets, his weight sinking down into the mattress.
Rin faced Isagi, easily feeling how the mattress accepted his weight right back where Rin sat. His fingers moved with practice before he stopped the movie, again.
“Can I sit down?”
He asked without giving Rin enough time to reply to his first call. Rin could feel Isagi's impatience burning, becoming alive right before the teal eyes.
“Do whatever you want-”
He couldn't continue his sentence before Isagi tore the pillow away and replaced it with himself. It was just as easy as he thought. His thighs pressed against Rin's sides and one leg pressed down the mattress to balance himself, also that Rin doesn't slide Isagi away.
There is a beat of silence between them, no exchange of words. Just the quietness of their breaths against each other's skin.
Rin squirms just for a second, not sure of how to get out of this situation without making it worse. He easily gives up when he realizes he simply can't escape. Isagi has him trapped down under his weight. And he looks smug about it. Fuck is his problem?
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?”
He puked out, hoping it came out as venomous as he intended, rather than pitiable.
This was a new situation for the both of them, but to Isagi's surprise, he was the one who handled it well. Meanwhile he can already see the tint of redness blooming onto Rin's ears. A sneaky weak-spot.
He raises his hand for action, hooking his index down Rin's chin and thumb over his lips. He could feel how smooth it was— gosh it feels even better than those quick kisses offered him.
He leans in just enough to tower over Rin's head, causing a shadow.
“‘My VIP seat’... You said it, didn't you, Rin?”
He recalled the events of their match. The memory is still vivid in his mind. He was pissed when Rin pulled a stunt like that, that would have humiliated him sooo bad!! Honestly after that he was worried for others. Not everyone might know it but they're dating, after all. If Rin pulls a move like that to his boyfriend what would he do to others? He doesn't even want to imagine.
So he doesn't. He keeps his mind off of the memory for now, and focuses on the moment. Now, he thinks, he's sitting on Rin's lap and watching him become a total mess. That's pay back.
Rin could see the way Isagi's eyes burned as they stayed still, like they do when he's heated up in matches. When he's excited for victory, when he can't see anything but the prize of it. And god does that not scare him.
“I-… You idiot, you know… I didn't mean it literally…”
He grunted, eyes trailing to the sides, anywhere but to the boy sitting just too close to not steal a kiss soon.
He's so cute when he's like this. Isagi thinks. It's painful, making his heart throb, throb, throb. He feels the need to clench onto his clothes, trying to catch his heart and calm it down. This sight is enough for Isagi to go berserk.
“Rin… Can I?..”
He whispers against Rin's lips, and his breath is enough to ghost a kiss. If Rin was standing right now, he could definitely feel his knees going weak.
He didn't say anything, but he didn't reject the idea either. In the end, he nods. Shyly.
That's all Isagi needs before pushing his thumb away and replacing it with his own lips. And suddenly Rin's attention is focused on only one thing: Isagi Yoichi.
He groans into the other's mouth, trying to catch up his needy, yet cocky at the same time, pace. It's almost impossible when Isagi is pinning him further down until he has full power. Until he's satisfied with the way Rin's hands desperately try to support himself, clenching around the sheets and trying their hardest not to buckle or give up.
Isagi's other hand reflexively crawls into the nape of Rin, caressing down the growing hair with care as their lips crash down. Needy, desperate, vulnerable. But none adjective can describe how they move in sync, Isagi leaning to be more dominant and with Rin following Isagi's lead — even if he seek out to dominate Isagi and ends up with some ridiculous outcome Isagi would tease him later on — molding onto each other.
Rin doesn't need Isagi to get a reaction out of him, because he's already parting his lips. And Isagi, the strategist he is, uses it to his advantage.
His hand grasps Rin's hair tighter as he slides his tongue in. Assuring Rin had no escape, not like the egoist would seek out for one.
From there out Rin doesn't fight. His hands shyly find their way into Isagi's shirt, clinging onto it as Isagi invades his mouth with little effort. He's sure if he continues to furrow his eyebrows like this he'll end up with a headache once Isagi leaves. But all he can care about is how Isagi feels. The way he pressed down his weight or the way he made sure Rin sits still or the way his thumb brushes over Rin's cheek, easing any discomfort the taller might occur.
Rin sooner or later catches up, finally getting enough sense in his brain to finally fight back. His tongue chases Isagi's, with a vigor that's born from their football passion, the need to dominate burns hotter with each second.
Isagi is tempered to push Rin down, with no support it would be easy to pin him down into bed, and then he could have an upper hand easily. But that doesn't sound fun. He wants Rin to be reborn after he pushes him to death. He wants Rin to do the same too. To always bringing out the best of each other.
So he continues, pushing his tongue just a bit further to rile Rin up, causing him to moan before he matches Isagi. Chasing the heat of the Egoist's tongue.
They part away once Rin starts to moan a little too much to his liking. He pushes Isagi away. Hair messed up, ears burning and the heat spread enough to color his cheeks as red as his ears. His head facing the ground. He's frowning. Oh shit he's mad.
Isagi was soo drowned into their heated kisses he totally forgot about the aftermatch that would occur. Surely Rin wouldn't let him go off the hook easily. Now, he had nowhere to go, he hadn't realized cornering Rin would also leave no escape for him too. Such unfairness…
Rin's fist curls around the collar of Isagi's sweater, an apologetic smile already spread on his own heated face.
“Get. Off.”
He hisses, eyes threatening Isagi enough to earn the third gulp of the day. He squirms off Rin's lap faster than he got in, fear makes a man faster, he supposes.
“Alright alright!!”
He cried out, hoping Rin would finally let go of him. And his prayers were answered when his curled up fingers let go off his collar, stretching his sweater into a weird shape it always did after a night with Rin. He wondered — just for a second — if any of his teammates noticed.
“Get out.”
He ordered once he saw Isagi stand before the bed, trying to cover up his pathetic tomato-like face by not looking at Isagi. Though it only made him appear more pathetic.
“Huh- w-why?”
Rin's anger only fevered more when Isagi dared to question the reason. No way he just let this dumbass make a mess out of him!
“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!”
He shouted, throwing the pillow Isagi earlier pulled out of reach so he could mess with Rin.
“Y-YES.” he's so red…
Isagi saw the upcoming pillow and dodged it, purely thanks to his reflexes. If Rin decided to repeat the action — which he definitely could considering his anger-embarrassment — he wouldn't be this lucky. So he did the right thing any boyfriend would and left the room.
“Goodnight!”
He blurted before the door shut close and another pillow flew, trying to take Isagi down. But unfortunately it was met with the metal door.
He sighed once he turned around the corner, now realizing how weak his legs felt. A break wouldn't be so horrible…
So he stopped, leaning against the wall to ease his shaky legs and racing heart. Tonight was intense, he thought. Recalling each moment before he decided something. A hand covering his mouth so that he doesn't spill any of it.
Rin looks so cute when he's red.