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“For me?” Reo stares at the keychain Nagi’s holding out to him, a cheap acrylic keychain with a print of a blue… seal?
“Bonobono’s an otter…” Nagi pouts. Ah, Reo must’ve said that out loud.
“Oh… Bonobono! From that 4-koma manga you like. Wouldn’t you like to keep it instead? You like Bonobono, right?”
“Mn…” Nagi glances away. “I already have this keychain. I got it in a gachapon.”
“I see…” Reo grins. “Then, the mighty Reo-sama happily accepts your offering!”
Nagi drops the keychain in Reo’s palm, and Reo holds it up to the afternoon sun, inspecting it. It’s pretty cute, now that he looks at it again. Bonobono the otter is napping peacefully in white flowers, his signature shell in his left paw and his right reaching out towards the edge of the keychain…
From anyone else, Reo would’ve found this gift childish. From Nagi, he just finds it charming, like everything else about his treasure.
Reo clips the keychain onto his wallet ring, smiling all the way home.
…
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“There’s no way I—” Reo’s leg shakes in the limousine. “Baaya, I can’t have—do you think I lost it somewhere? Do you think it fell off?” Reo stares at the wallet in his hands – real leather, an expensive gift from one of his father’s business partners for Reo’s 16th birthday, but Reo doesn’t care about that, he cares about the cheap plastic keychain he attached to it—
“Young master…”
“I knew I should’ve swapped out the keychain ring on it, but I thought it would stay on my wallet, I mean, it’s not like I’ve been taking it places, I’ve been in a fucking soccer prison, for fuck’s sake—”
“Young master Reo…” Baaya gently interrupts him, “Would Seishirou-sama possibly know where it is?”
Reo’s breath catches in his throat.
“It isn’t too late for me to turn the car around…” Baaya suggests, poking at a still raw wound. Her tone is wary — after all, Nagi usually would’ve followed Reo into the limousine without question, but today…
Reo purses his lips. “No, Baaya. Don’t bother. He’s…” Don’t sound bitter, don’t sound bitter, don’t sound bitter— “...busy with his friends.”
Baaya’s eyes soften with pity, and Reo wants to throw himself onto the highway.
Great. You didn’t sound bitter, you sounded pathetic.
“I’m sure Seishirou-sama will make some time to see you during this break—”
“Hah, you’d be surprised.” Reo spits the words out without thinking. “I…he probably isn’t even…”
To his great humiliation, Reo’s eyes feel hot. He stops talking.
Baaya looks over her shoulder, concerned, but she doesn’t push. Reo’s always liked that about her.
…
The elevator doors open too slowly for Reo’s liking.
He gives his apartment a cursory glance – maybe he left the keychain on some table, forgetting to put it back into the plastic sleeve he’d bought. He pushes table centerpieces to the side, searching. He feels himself getting a little more frantic.
Maybe he’d put it in a cabinet somewhere?
Small wooden doors open, revealing golden trinkets and obnoxious sculptures Reo’s never seen in his life. He grinds his teeth – how the fuck is every inch of this apartment stuffed full, and Reo can’t find the one thing he’s looking for?
Every drawer in sight is opened, its contents spilled on the ground. He carelessly pushes away vases and statues, leaving fingerprints on their expensive porcelain. His frustration only builds with every heavy, garish centerpiece, with every small but ludicrously expensive bauble that he’s never noticed much less touched, as he shoves them to the ground with a dull thunk in search of a keychain worth…
“Why do I have so much shit?” His voice comes out louder than he expects, and his vision blurs. “Fuck…” He swipes at his eyes. “I didn’t want any of this…”
His tears only serve to make him more angry – it was bad enough that he was this upset over a stupid keychain, but now he was making a mess of his apartment, complaining about all the gifts he’d had the honor of receiving—
“I never asked for any of this…” He mutters anyway, unable to stop himself, gripping a gold plated watch never taken out of its box. “There’s so fucking many—!” Irrationally angry, he throws the box to the other side of the room, where it bounces quietly against a table and falls onto the carpet. A ceramic lion wobbles on the table before plunging to the ground, shattering with a satisfying smash. Reo exhales.
He looks over the mess he’s made out of his usually tidy apartment. He wants to scream. Is this what he’s become? Shattered porcelain and ruined fineries?
(No, he hasn’t changed. He’s always been this.)
Reo walks towards the remain of the statue, studying the pieces it was reduced to.
A shame. He guesses it must’ve been pretty well-made. Not that he can remember what it looked like before it broke. He stares at the broken shell-shaped shards on the ground.
Maybe it wouldn’t have broken so easily if it hadn’t been hollow inside.
He reaches towards the shards.
A wrinkled hand grabs his wrist.
“Young master Reo… it’s dangerous to touch that with your bare hands.” Baaya tells him.
“Baaya…” Reo slowly turns towards her. Her face is calm, non-judgemental. Reo’s always liked that about her. Tears well up in his eyes. “Baaya… I can’t find it…”
He begins to sob, gripping Baaya’s strong hand as he hiccups. He feels like he’s five years old and his parents had left for yet another business trip on his birthday, like he’s so small and the world is so big, and he’s surrounded by fineries he never wanted while missing the one thing he did.
“Young master Reo…”
“What’ll I do if I never get it back?” Reo sobs, staring up at Baaya. “What if it’s gone forever?”
“You’ll be okay.” Baaya wraps her arms around Reo, and he finds solace in her strong embrace. “You’ll be okay.”
“It’s all I have…” left of him, Reo doesn’t say. “It was mine…”
.
“Reo-kun…?” His mother’s saccharine voice echoes from Reo’s phone speaker. “Our chef told me you didn’t come down for dinner today. We requested all your favorites for you, since it’s the first time you’ve been home since the start of Blue Lock…”
“I’m fine,” Reo answers, speaking through a throat sobbed raw. He modulates his tone to hide the coarseness of his voice. “I’m just tired, you know? I craved takeout during Blue Lock anyway. Tell Chef Scott sorry for me, ok?”
“Alright…” Reo reaches for the End Call button. “Honey, are you sure everything’s ok? You sound upset.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You always use the same voice when you’re upset, you know. Are you angry at us for not being home for your break? We couldn’t help it, your father—”
“No, Mom. It’s…I lost something. It’s stupid.”
“Because of Blue Lock? We can pull you out of that silly program, your father never liked it anyway—”
“No…! No, it’s not that—” Reo swallows. “I lost a keychain. It was important to me.”
“Oh.” She sounds like she’s at a loss for words. “Find it online and send it to our accountant. We can just buy you a new one.”
“It’s not…” the same. “Have you seen it anywhere, by chance?” It’s a shot in the dark – they barely spend any time in this building. “It’s smaller than my palm, it’s an acrylic keychain with a blue otter on it—”
“Reo…” His mother’s tone turns impatient. “Don’t waste your time on things that are already lost.”
Reo freezes, but she continues.
“You can buy a new keychain, a better one. Your old one was plastic, right? We can get you one made of something stronger next time so it won’t break–”
He can’t listen to this anymore—
Reo hangs up.
He’s not sure how long he spends blankly staring at his black phone screen before it lights up again.
blue lockers
bachira meguru: let’s go somewhere fun tomorrow! :3
A chorus of notifications chirp in agreement. Because he’s a masochist, Reo only zeroes in on one reply, delivered slightly later than the others.
treasure: k
Reo can picture Nagi in his bed, tabbing out of his FPS game to text a single letter before bouncing right back—still living his ordinary life. Nagi probably completely forgot that he even gave Reo a keychain. Even on the off-chance ( huge off-chance) he remembered, he definitely wouldn’t expect Reo to trash his entire apartment looking for it.
What would he think of me now?
Reo stares at his image reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows of his apartment, the night dark behind it. His eyes are swollen, his face gaunt. His slumped figure paints a pathetic portrait. He’s glad his father isn’t here. He’d tell Reo this was unbecoming of the Mikage heir, that there was no point lingering on the past, that Nagi abandoned Reo the second something better came along, and that was just how people were, hadn’t he taught Reo that?
Reo should’ve expected this. Nagi was a genius, destined to reach the top of the world, and Reo… Reo was just a privileged audience member with enough of daddy’s money to buy front row tickets.
He should’ve expected to be relegated to watching. He should’ve been satisfied watching.
And yet he snapped back at Nagi with cruelty he didn’t mean, desperately trying to scramble out of the inevitable. For his viciousness, he was subjected to watching his dream (and what a childish, outlandish dream it was) die in the reflection of Nagi’s eyes.
He said it. Mikage Reo, he told you to your face that he didn’t care about you anymore. So why are you still looking for this keychain? Why are you crying?
…
Reo shows up to the Blue Lock outing. He couldn’t avoid Nagi forever (certainly not in Blue Lock), and he wasn’t going to waste a rare chance to go out with people he’d never seen outside of concrete windowless walls.
He’s five minutes early, but he isn’t the first one to the meeting place. Yukimiya waves him over, and he gets sucked into a conversation about tech stocks and economic trends as Blue Lockers slowly trickle into the scene.
Reo keeps watch over each new arrival from the corner of his eye.
Everyone orders lunch.
Nagi isn’t here.
Everyone gets their food.
Nagi still isn’t here.
Everyone finishes eating and pays.
Had Nagi forgotten?
So Reo hyped himself up for nothing, then.
“Hey Reo,” Bachira hops up to him, merry as always. “D’you know where Nagicchi is?”
Reo takes a breath and focuses on keeping his smile in place. “How would I know?”
Bachira plows right through his deflection. “Well, you two were together all the time before Blue Lock, right? Aren’t you partners?”
“That was—”
“Nagi talked about you a lot during the Second Selection, y’know.”
Reo blinks, trying to digest the information. “He… what?”
“I mean, I wasn’t with him for all of it, but yeah. Isagi complained about it after I stole him back. He said every time he tried to talk strategy with Nagi, it was always,” Bachira lowers his voice to just above a whisper in a bad impression of Nagi. “‘Reo did this’, ‘Reo did that’, ‘If Reo were here, he’d do this’. I’m pretty sure they almost got into a fight about it.”
“Nagi doesn’t—he’s not that kind of person.”
Bachira shrugs. “Hmm…Maybe not the Nagi you see.”
Reo is about to ask what the fuck he means by that, but Isagi’s voice catches everyone’s attention.
“Nagi just texted that he stopped at an arcade near the station, so he wanted to beat his high score before coming to meet us,” Isagi sighs.
“Let’s go get him!” Bachira chimes in, skipping right back to Isagi’s side. “Lemme see…” He puts his chin on Isagi’s shoulder to look at his screen, and Isagi instinctually leans back into the touch.
“Do you think it’s the arcade by the bookstore?” Isagi mutters.
“Nah, gotta be the small one by the convenience store.” Bachira replies, a softer tone to his voice. He seems happy just to be in Isagi’s vicinity. “Nagicchi seems like he’d hate crowded places.”
“He’s—” Reo speaks up without thinking. All eyes turn to him. “He’s probably at the one by the bookstore, actually. It’s one of the only arcades around that still has the vintage version of Mortal Kombat he likes.”
He knows an embarrassing amount about the arcade games that Nagi plays – he’d looked into buying a machine (or an arcade) for Nagi as a present.
“Simp.” Chigiri snickers.
“Shut up.” Reo sighs. Chigiri doesn’t know the half of it.
…
Nagi is in exactly the place that Reo expected he would be. Karasu throws an arm around Nagi’s neck and drags him bodily off of the arcade chair. Reo stays a few steps away, trying to blend in with the rest of the crowd. Not that Nagi would seek him out anyway.
He manages to act pretty normal for the next few hours, if he does say so himself. He mostly sticks with Yukimiya and Otoya, avoiding Nagi’s gaze. When the group challenges the U-20 team to a game of bowling, Reo finally breaks away from the crowd to avoid all the bickering.
Because God decided that Reo’s had enough good fortune in his life, Nagi’s exactly where Reo was planning to rest. He turns, planning to find another quiet corner, but Chigiri’s voice catches his attention.
“Wait, Nagi, isn’t that a limited edition Pochacco keychain?” Reo twitches at the mention of a keychain, but his steps slow. He doesn’t remember Nagi putting a keychain on his bag. “My sister’s been bugging me about it for ages…it went out of stock crazy quick, right? It’s rare that Pochacco would do a collab with Bonobono… my sister really wanted the pair keychain for her and her boyfriend, so she made me wait in line for it super early in the morning…I didn’t even end up getting it.”
Reo freezes. It can’t be. He turns around—
“Mn. I got up early for it.” Nagi holds out the keychain for Chigiri to get a closer look. “I clipped it on the inside zipper of my bag. So it won’t fall.”
Chigiri grins, cheeky. “That important to you, huh? You’re a bigger sap than you look. Want me to guess who has the other half?”
Reo bolts.
No fucking way. It can’t be.
He runs to the opposite corner of the bowling alley, where the lanes are deserted. He pulls out his phone, typing “bonobono pochacco collaboration keychain”. He clicks on the first image to show up — a couple, happily displaying their connecting keychains. Sure enough, it’s the same keychain that Reo lost, perfectly aligned with the keychain on Nagi’s bag. Bonobono’s right paw is holding Pochacco’s, as both of them nap peacefully in a field of flowers.
The tagline of the collab is displayed under the photo.
“We don’t need to do anything special. Just being together is a treat!”
For a few seconds, Reo can’t do anything but stare. He leans against a nearby wall, trying to process this revelation. Nagi gave him one half of a pair keychain? Why? He waited in line for a couple’s keychain? But he told Reo he’d gotten it from a gachapon, that he already collected it, so he didn’t want it. Wasn’t Reo just an afterthought?
And Nagi liked Bonobono far more than he liked Pochacco (Reo had seen Nagi’s collection of Bonobono manga on his shelf), so why’d he give Reo the Bonobono half? And Nagi, careless forgetful Nagi, had clipped the keychain to the inside of his bag so he wouldn’t lose it?
Reo’s head spins.
Why’d Bachira say — and why’d Chigiri say — like it was obvious? Like Nagi would—? Like Nagi cared about him?
No, he can’t, he said he didn’t—
Oh, fuck. What if he did? What if he did, and Reo lost it? What if Reo lost the only proof he had that Nagi once cared about him?
Panic claws up his throat—
“Ah… Reo.” Nagi spots him from across a table.
Right. So God wants Reo dead.
Nagi does a little jog over to where Reo’s standing, completely still.
“Reo, it’s your turn on the bowling lane—”
Just then, as if fate is mocking him, Nagi’s keychain slips out from under his bag zipper. Reo catches sight of the peaceful Pochacco, reaching out for his partner’s hand…
“Reo?!”
Humiliatingly, fat tears roll down Reo’s face.
Nagi looks genuinely distressed. “Uh, I’m sorry. For everything. Don’t cry, Reo. I don’t… I don’t know what to do when you cry.”
Reo sniffles, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s ok,” Nagi responds instantly, even without context.
Reo continues, “...I lost the keychain you gave me.”
“Huh?”
“I’m sorry…” Reo repeats, still holding back sobs. “...even though it was a pair with yours…”
“Ah.” Through the blur of his tears, Reo thinks that Nagi’s ears turn red. “You… weren’t supposed to know about that.”
Reo, fueled by humiliation and heartbreak, bulldozes right past him. “ —and I know you probably didn’t even mean it like—I know you probably didn’t give it to me the way that Chigiri and Bachira and Isagi for some reason think you did—”
“Isagi?” Nagi mutters.
“—but it was important to me… you gave it to me, and I lost it…I didn’t mean to, Nagi, I tried to take care of it, but I—”
“It’s ok.”
“It’s not, it’s all I have left that’s in my reach—” Reo rambles, hysterical. “It’s all I have left of my treasure…”
“What are you talking about?” Nagi angles himself so his huge doe eyes are in Reo’s line of sight.
Reo rapidly flushes. He glances away. “...it’s nothing.”
Nagi makes a quiet growl of frustration. “No, it’s not. It’s making you upset. What are you talking about?”
Reo wipes his eyes, trying to bring his voice back to normal. He changes the subject. “How’d you even find me?”
“You ran this way. I always pay attention to where Reo is.” Nagi replies, shrugging. “Don’t change the subject. You said that the Bonobono was all you had left of your treasure. What do you mean? I’m right here.”
“You’re not.” Reo’s voice comes out quieter than he expects. “You’re going somewhere I can’t reach, Nagi.”
“I’m not.” Nagi grabs Reo’s hand, rubbing the tear stained skin with his thumb. “See? I’m right here.”
“No…you’re destined to be the best striker in the world.” Reo stares at Nagi’s hand in his, lightly pressing back. This could be one of the last times Reo’s allowed to touch him like this. “You’re a genius, y’know? You pick things up so fast, and you’re getting into soccer now that you’re not playing with me, and it hurts, but it’s for the best. You deserve to be with Isagi and Bachira and Rin and the other geniuses. You don’t need to hang around the bottom with me—”
“Reo’s not in the bottom, ” Nagi insists, sounding a bit bewildered. “Reo’s one of the coolest strikers in Blue Lock. You’re good at everything, and you’re really smart.”
Reo blinks, flustered. “But, you picked Isagi.”
“Isagi is mean to me.”
“What?”
“Isagi makes me run around all the time and uses me as bait and insults me.” Nagi counts them off on his fingers. “He’s kinda a jerk. Reo wouldn’t do that. But it’s because Isagi does that that I can see soccer I’ve never seen before, and try things I never would have tried.”
“So…” Reo says slowly. “You want me to… stop spoiling you?”
“No. Never,” Nagi responds immediately. “I like when Reo spoils me. Reo should spoil me for the rest of my life. Reo’s great.”
“But…” Reo sniffles. “...you said you didn’t care anymore.”
“Mn.” Nagi grips Reo’s hand. “...I was mad. ‘m sorry.”
Reo feels his face crumple again. Sobs hiccup out of him, and he wipes his eyes with his free hand.
“Reo…” Nagi moves half a step closer. “I’m sorry…really. I didn’t mean it. Reo’s not a pain.” Hesitantly, Nagi lets go of Reo’s hand and wraps his arms around Reo’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
Reo melts into the touch, returning the hug and holding Nagi tight to his body. He buries his face in Nagi’s shoulder, wiping his tears.
“I missed you…” Nagi murmurs into Reo’s hair.
Reo huffs a wet laugh into Nagi’s shoulder. “I missed you too…” Reo moves a hand up from Nagi’s back to bury it into his hair. It’s just as soft as he remembers. Nagi melts into the touch. “My treasure… I’m sorry too… I shouldn’t have tried to drag you away from Isagi…I shouldn’t have yelled at you…I—” Reo buries his face deeper into Nagi’s shoulder, flushing. His voice drops to a whisper. “I wanted Nagi to be someone who’s no good without me.”
Nagi huffs out one of his rare quiet laughs. “I already am no good without Reo. Maybe not on the soccer field…” Nagi concedes, and ow, that stings, “...but I’m always thinking about Reo.” Nagi plays with a strand of Reo’s hair.
He’s always thinking about Reo? Reo’s head spins. In what way? What’s there to think about? Is he resentful of Reo for dragging him into Blue Lock? Does he think of Reo every time he has to go to sleep in an uncomfortable futon and wake up to a bland breakfast?
“I’ll talk to Ego about better amenities,” Reo mutters, wilting.
“...What?” Nagi sighs. “Reo, you’re being a pain again–” Reo stiffens in his arms, preparing to pull away. Nagi stubbornly holds on to him. —sorry,” Nagi corrects himself. “I meant…Reo’s not getting what I’m saying again…”
“What am I not getting?”
Nagi hesitates. From the corner of his eye, Reo can see Nagi’s ears turning red again.
“I…I think about Reo all the time,” Nagi repeats slowly.
“Yeah I know, treasure, you already said that. It must be a bother, huh? I’m sorry for the mean things I said to you, they must’ve confused you—”
“No—I mean, yes, they confused—ugh,” Nagi grumbles, burying his face into Reo’s shoulder. “Reo’s not getting it…”
“Not getting what?”
Nagi says something into Reo’s sweater, and the soft words are completely inaudible. Nagi’s entire face is red. Reo’s a bit worried—
“Nagi, what’d you say? Are you ok?”
“You’re my favorite,” Nagi suddenly raises his voice. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world, Reo.”
“Huh?! Wait, Nagi—” Reo’s face lights on fire.
Nagi barrels right through him. “Reo doesn’t need to change, but if he does, he’d still be my favorite. As long as Reo’s happy. I never wanted to make you cry, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t really care about soccer or the World Cup, but Reo did, so I wanted to, otherwise Reo might get sick of me eventually, and now I do. Well. I dunno if I care about the World Cup, but soccer’s interesting. I’d be happy if I could just play soccer with Reo for the rest of my life. Or,” Nagi’s ramble runs out of steam, and his voice becomes small, unsure, “even without soccer, it’d be nice to be with Reo forever…I think.”
Reo can’t speak.
“Reo…?”
Reo thinks he might explode. Or die. Or both.
“Reo, did I mess up…?” Nagi begins to pull away from the hug to try to look at Reo’s expression. Reo immediately covers his face with both hands.
What. What. What. Steam might be coming out of Reo’s ears.
“Reo? Can you look at me?”
“...no.” Reo’s reply comes out strangled. “I…I think I’m probably making a weird face, Nagi, just don’t look at me.”
“Reo’s always pretty.”
Some sound Reo didn’t think he was capable of producing comes out of his mouth, resembling the squawk of a bird getting strangled.
“Stop just… saying things like that, you’re—”
Nagi gently pushes Reo’s wrists away from his face, cutting him off. Reo just lets it happen. God knows he can’t deny his treasure anything.
Reo can’t look Nagi directly in the eye, so he glances off to the side.
“Ah… Reo’s beautiful.”
Reo thinks he whimpers.
This seems to encourage Nagi. “You’re blushing,” Nagi says, a little pointlessly. Reo thinks his face is probably putting cardinals to shame. “Is it because—am I Reo’s favorite too?”
“...isn’t that obvious?” Reo mutters, barely audible. He finally musters enough courage to look back at Nagi, and he’s nearly blinded by the joy on Nagi’s face. (What the fuck. What the fuck. Nagi’s never—holy shit. Holy shit, Reo’s dying. Reo’s already dead and this is heaven—)
“I still wanna hear Reo say it though.” There’s a playful whine in Nagi’s voice, and he’s so goddamn cute, Reo loves him so much, he’s Reo’s treasure, Reo needs to wrap him up and keep him locked away, but he also needs to show him to the whole world, but Nagi should never smile at anyone but Reo, but—
Nagi’s expectant stare cuts off Reo’s thoughts.
“You’re my treasure, Nagi.” Reo reaches for Nagi’s face, and Nagi leans in. He runs his fingers through Nagi’s hair, reverent. “You’re…everything. Favorite doesn’t even begin to describe it—you’re worth more than anything in the world.”
Nagi turns to putty in Reo’s hands, soaking up the words. For a few seconds, they sit in silence, Reo happily petting his treasure and Nagi blissfully getting pet.
…
“Ah.” Nagi blinks, remembering something. “You lost the matching keychain I gave you.”
Reo flinches. “I’m sorry—”
“We should get matching rings instead.”
“Huh?”
“Hm… Reo seems like he’d be the type to want to propose, but I wanna choose Reo’s ring too.”
“Propose?” Reo’s head is spinning again.
“We can both propose, then. And lots of athletes keep their wedding rings on, so you shouldn’t lose it if you never take it off.”
“Nagi, since when are we getting married? ”
“Aren’t we staying together forever?” Nagi pouts. “Does Reo not want to be married to me?”
“There’s an order to these things, Nagi,” Reo says, exasperated. “We need to date—”
“Haven’t we?” Nagi looks genuinely confused.
“What?”
“...What?”
“Nagi…you thought… you thought we were dating? For how long?”
Nagi glances to the side. “...Since we won our first game at Hakuho.”
“Nagi, that was months ago, you thought we were dating this whole time?!”
“Reo kissed me,” Nagi replies, petulant.
“What are you talking about.”
“You don’t remember? ” Nagi stares at Reo, horrified.
“The champagne,” Reo realizes. “I got drunk.”
Nagi blinks, processing. “But afterwards, we… you feed me, you call me your treasure in front of other people, you carry me on piggyback…all that would be kinda weird if we weren’t dating, right?”
“I don’t know…I just did all of that because I wanted to.” Reo flushes, his voice fading to a mumble. “And Nagi! You never acted like we were dating…”
“...it was embarrassing,” Nagi says, his voice barely above a whisper. His ears are red again. Cute. “Reo’s too pretty, it’s scary. Your face card would insta-kill me…”
“My what would what?”
“Even when you’re crying, no, maybe especially when you’re crying…” Nagi murmurs dreamily.
“Nagi?”
“Watching Reo cry at our wedding…ah, I might die. We should call an ambulance ahead of time, I think,” Nagi continues. “You might have to marry a zombie.”
“You’re ridiculous…” Reo laughs.
…
“That fucking sloth and that purple bun cost us the fucking bowling game against the U-20 shits!” Barou roars, pounding his fist against the table. “Where the fuck are they?”
Isagi sits across from him, quieter but equally pissed. He clicks his tongue. “Probably prancing around doing some springtime of youth bullshit.” Isagi grips the drink in his hand. “If they pull this kind of shit on the field, I’ll kill them…”
“Isagi—!” Bachira sings, slinging both arms around Isagi’s shoulders.
The dark cloud lifts from Isagi’s face. His features soften as he looks back at Bachira.
“Man, I hope Nagicchi and Reo sort everything out. I’m glad they finally got some alone time,” Bachira says, staring up at the ceiling.
Isagi smiles. “Me too.”
Barou glares at him. God, he fucking hates gay people.