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In the downpour of celebrating winning the famous NEL final match and the pettiness that came with losing, Rin Itoshi was in his dorm room at 2AM doomscrolling on twitter uncharacteristically.
Fuck.
That singular curse invaded Rin itoshi’s mind, frustration and anger boiling inside of him.
He wasn’t one to care about shitty things such as people’s opinions over the internet, he enjoyed watching Beckham football highlights and playing horror games.
Not scrolling mindlessly through what’s trending on twitter, fumes basically radiating off the top of his head.
“KAISAGI” the name blared through the screen like it was personally produced for him. A fan name made for the duo Michael Kaiser and Yoichi Isagi. He scrolled through videos of ‘kaisagi moments’ or ‘proof kaisagi is REAL!! NOT CLICKBAIT’ (which he watched obviously) only to end up in disbelief and shock.
“lukewarm bullshit.”
He muttered, pressing the power button on his BLUELOCK iPad. He silently stared at the ceiling noticing the lines that crossed all through top.
Charles and Shidou were resting in their futons lying in different angles yet somehow not crossing over each other, the combined snoring did not make the boy’s patience simmer down.
So, the number one of blue lock stood up and walked out of the room. There was one thing Rin did to cool off, all the time and any time.
Kick some goals until his legs couldn’t anymore or until this dreadful feeling in his stomach went away.
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Rin itoshi was puffed, his legs basically jelly yet he stubbornly stayed up right while his hands rest on his kneecaps for support.
“why won’t this feeling go away?”
The player grunted out. The back of his hand wiping sweat off his chin, his chest was heaving as he felt out of breath.
The feeling. Yoichi Isagi. Everytime he looked at the boy he didn’t know whether to punch him or do something stupid, it’s almost always the latter.
Rin itoshi would do little things like say they were born to be rivals or not tell anyone where isagi was even though he’d just seen him 5 minutes ago, gaze a little longer whenever he’d smile at some idiocy his friends said.
“..Rin?”
And the gentle way he’d call his na—..wait.
“Isagi?”
He stood up straight, ignoring the strain in his legs. He continued to breathe heavily while glaring at the boy in the middle of the field who was holding the ball against his hip with an awkward smile.
“shouldn’t you be asleep. And out of your—whatever, I don’t care...”
Rin dismissed Isagi before he got the chance to explain himself, rolling his eyes in the process finding the artificial grass to be the most interesting thing suddenly. He was confused and embarrassed to be caught in the middle of the night but how could he show that? He couldn’t. Not infront of Isagi, who was half expecting this reaction.
“? you can’t just dismiss me like that..and why’re you awake?”
“thats none of your business.”
Isagi stepped forward and gazed at the sweaty itoshi, the lights illuminated against his skin and made it glisten. A sudden thump in Isagi’s throat needing to be swallowed, clearly not expecting to see Rin in a light like this, literally.
The taller tilted his head slightly to glare at the shorter boy, the lingering embarrassment in his chest. He tried to present himself non chalantly and ignore the way his heart was beating at the proximity, he hid it well. He always did.
After a lingering and unspoken staring contest between the two, Isagi spoke up with defeat when he blinked and looked away. Rin felt like he achieved something.
“anyway. I came here to check out the other area’s while everyone was sleeping..since I haven’t gotten the chance. Plus I was celebrating you know..”
He explained to Rin, who didn’t ask but listened anyway. A petty glare at the unmentioned mention of Isagi’s win.
“okay. So why’d did you come in here.”
Rin asked bluntly, Isagi felt a familiar irritation growing. He had experienced this many times with the younger boy, whenever he’d do something decent for the other it was always questioned like he’d never had a friend. Or was simply unaware of common courtesy.
The Itoshi genuinely didn’t understand. Why would Isagi decide to come into the field where someone was clearly practicing and not letting out their jealous rage.
“I was curious, so tell me. Why’re you here so late?”
“..does kaiser like you?”
The taller froze at his own words. He didn’t mean for the name to slip nor ask such an immature question, his mask had fallen for a moment as a tiny hue of embarrassment formed on the younger boys face. He tried covering it with his sweat filled shirt, immediately regretting it when he smelt and felt the dampness.
But still..he wanted to know what exactly the multi coloured haired intentions were with his..rival. Kaiser was an interesting character who only spoke to a few people and Isagi was one of them, even if they argued it still counted. Rin remembered that permanent red eyeliner and acknowledged him as a rival, he also recalled Kaiser trauma dumping on him in the middle of a game. Rin had to admit that it stuck with him and he was almost curious to how deep Kaiser’s character went, yet the two had only glanced and ignored each other every other interaction despite both having a common interest.
“I fucking hope not.”
Isagi Yoichi’s face scrunched up when he even thought about k-K*iser, their relationship was plain and simple. Hate, rivals, hate, somewhat admiring, hate again—it was as simple as that! He was confused at the scene infront of him, the way the other got embarrassed after asking such a question and the relief of his answer. He had to admit that the boy was acting weird..it could’ve possibly been how late it was? Or maybe about the match that even isagi got second hand embarrassment from when he watched the footage back.
“uh..i just wanted to say that, this is a little embarrassing but i meant what i said in that match. I will devour you for aslong as you stop playing.”
“?..oh? Then keep being the insect that invades my life. Isagi.”
Rin itoshi walked away after that, Isagi watched him. His heart beating faster—was it out of excitement? Yeah, it was. He had a stupid grin on his face.
“I will!!”
Meanwhile, the taller boy was walking away with blush on his cheeks. Face burning with embarrassment and from how cute he was.
Lukewarm Yoichi.