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Isagi had just finished training when he checked his phone. A simple post—just a photo of him smiling after the match.
Nothing unusual.
Nothing he hadn’t done before.
But the problem wasn’t the photo.
It was Rin.
The notification came almost immediately.
«You posted a photo and you looked really cute. I’m REALLY mad at you.»
Isagi blinked slowly.
“Huh.. what?” He didn’t fully process it before Rin kept sending messages.
«Now you’re going to post one with me. And you’re going to write “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND” in big letters.
“I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.”»
Isagi sighed, putting his phone away as he walked toward the exit of the training center.
“I’m not doing that.. he’s at it again with his jealousy scenes..” he muttered, as if his boyfriend could hear him through the screen.
But Itoshi always found a way to hear him anyway.
The phone vibrated again.
«You will.»
Yoichi frowned.
«I prefer private relationships.. I don’t like making things public.»
But he barely had three seconds of silence before the next message came.
«You have someone else.»
The blue-haired boy stopped walking.
“..What?”
«You don’t want to show me.»
A vein twitched in Isagi’s forehead.
«NO. I DON’T HAVE ANYONE.»
This time, there was no immediate reply.
And that was worse.
Because Itoshi never stayed silent for no reason.
When he got to his apartment, that strange weight was still in his chest. Like he had made a logical error in a calculation he couldn’t figure out yet.
He dropped his sports bag on the floor and sat on the sofa.
And the phone vibrated again.
“God save me..” he murmured, before grabbing it.
«Then act like it’s true.»
Isagi let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
“But what is wro—”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
Because the doorbell rang.
Yoichi looked toward the door.
Another ring—more insistent.
When he opened it, his boyfriend was there.
No expression. No greeting.
As if he hadn’t crossed half the city just for that.
“..What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be in Shibuya?” the blue-haired boy asked.
Rin looked him up and down, as if evaluating him.
“You posted a photo.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You were smiling.” The other looked confused.
“That’s not a crime..”
Itoshi walked in without asking for permission.
Isagi stayed still for a second before closing the door.
“You posted something you shouldn’t have.”
“EXCUSE ME? What do you mean «shouldn’t have»? It’s a normal photo.”
“You look too good for people to see.”
Yoichi froze. He couldn’t stop himself from blushing.
He had to admit Rin’s possessiveness had always drawn him in.
“..Huh?” Rin clicked his tongue, annoyed at himself more than at him.
“And you reply to messages like it doesn’t matter who reads them.”
“Because it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.” He said it lower, then crossed his arms. “You’re going to post one with me.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Rin stepped closer. The blue-haired boy didn’t step back, but he stared him down.
“Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because you’re not showing me.”
“..I’m looking at you right now.”
“Not like that. You’re not someone who should be «private.»”
“That doesn’t make sense..”
“Yes, it does. If someone sees you.. they’re going to look.”
“That already happens.”
“Not like when I do.” Rin exhaled through his nose, uncomfortable with his own intensity. “Don’t post pictures where you look like you don’t matter.”
Isagi watched him in silence for a few seconds.
Then he let out a softer sigh.
“..You’re jealous.”
Itoshi didn’t answer immediately.
And that was answer enough.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, it’s not that.” Yoichi tilted his head slightly, almost amused.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s just..” He paused, as if the words weighed too much. “I don’t like not being first.”
The blue-haired boy blinked slowly.
And for the first time since he opened the door, Rin didn’t look like a striker calculating the world.
He looked like someone who didn’t know what to do with what he felt.
“Upload the photo. Where is your phone?” he asked, reaching toward his boyfriend’s sports bag, already starting to rummage through it.
Isagi looked at him in silence while Itoshi literally opened his bag like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Hey, hey.. what are you doing?” he said, quickly moving closer.
“Looking for your phone.”
“It’s in my pocket..”
“I know.”
“Then.. why are you—”
“To make it faster.”
He pulled out the phone completely naturally, as if it were his. His boyfriend looked at him with resignation.
“Rin, give it back.”
“No.”
“It’s my phone.”
“Now it’s ours.”
“Tch, I told you to give it back!”
The green-haired boy completely ignored the protest and unlocked the phone with suspicious ease.
Yoichi narrowed his eyes.
“.. How do you know my passcode?”
“I saw you once.”
“That was months ago.”
“Useful memory.”
“That’s concerning.”
“Pick the photo.”
“.. Aren’t you going to pick it—?”
“Then this one.”
“Rin!” He raised his arms, trying to snatch the phone from Itoshi.
He opened Instagram with the same confidence he would use entering an important match.
“Rin, you’re not going to post that.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Itoshi ignored him and started typing, Yoichi trying to peek at the screen.
“What are you writing now..?” Rin tried to cover it with one of his hands.
“Nothing.”
Within a few seconds, he finished writing.
“.. Rin.”
“...”
“What did you write?”
“‘I belong to him.’”
“.. Don’t post that.”
“Already done.”
“RIN!” he shouted, this time completely red-faced.
The phone vibrated with the post confirmation.
They stayed silent. Isagi gave up and buried his head into his boyfriend’s chest.
“Everyone’s going to see it..”
“No more misunderstandings now.”
“Tch..”
“What? Are you going to complain to me now? Isn’t it true that you’re mine, Isagi?” he asked, sliding one hand to his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him closer.
“The way you say things like that.. you’re going to get in trouble someday.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’re way too straightforward...”
Rin’s hand on his waist didn’t move. It only tightened slightly, as if making sure Yoichi wouldn’t slip away even if he tried.
“You’re the one who lets yourself be seen like that..” Rin murmured, lower.
“«Like that» how?”
“Smiling like you don’t care about anything.”
“That’s because I was happy after the match.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter.” Rin clicked his tongue, but still didn’t let go.
“If they see you like that, they’ll want to stay close to you..”
“You’re so jealous..”
“I don’t like it when you act like anyone can just get close to you.”
Isagi tensed slightly, not because it felt aggressive.
But because it was his boyfriend.. saying things he didn’t know how to soften.
“It’s not like that..” the blue-haired boy murmured, looking away. “I’m just.. living normally.”
“You’re too visible.” The other let out another nervous laugh.
“That’s not my fault.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
Rin pulled him a little closer, until Isagi practically had no space left between his chest and Rin’s.
Isagi lowered his gaze, clearly more nervous now.
“Hey.. Rin, you’re too close..”
“I’m fine like this.”
“I know, but—”
“Don’t move. If you’re with me, you don’t need to pay attention to anyone else.”
“That’s not how it works..”
“For me it is.”
Yoichi’s heart didn’t know whether to laugh or worry.
“You’re too intense..”
“But you like it, don’t you? Or am I wrong?”
“.. That’s not a fair answer.” he muttered at last, looking away.
Rin didn’t loosen his grip. On the contrary, he held him a little closer, as if the lack of answer had already told him enough.
“You didn’t deny it.”
Isagi clicked his tongue, clearly nervous now.
“It’s not that.. I don’t deny it.. it’s just—”
He stopped.
Because he couldn’t find a way to say it without making things worse.
“You’re.. too confident.”
“It’s not that.”
“Yes it is.”
“Then say you don’t like it.”
The blue-haired boy opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
And in the end, he only let out a defeated sigh.
“You’re impossible..”
Rin, still not letting go:
“You still didn’t answer.”
His boyfriend glanced at him sideways.
“.. Yeah.. I like it..” he admitted at last.
Itoshi didn’t smile, but his eyes softened slightly.
“Good.”
“I’m going to delete the photo later.”
“The one of you smiling? Oh, yeah, please do.”
“NOT THAT ONE!”