Chapter Text
Wednesday, 7:00 AM
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The lights in the facility flash on suddenly, awakening (mostly) everyone from their slumber. Ego’s face emerges onto the screen in a burst of static,
“Good morning, my diamonds in the rough. Breakfast is being served, don’t be late.”
Ego disappears from the screen as everyone groans in annoyance, but still reluctantly gets up.
Missing breakfast is not ideal when you’re here in blue lock, so everyone drags themselves to the cafeteria in the morning after changing out of their lounge clothes and into their dreaded skin-tight tracksuits.
However, Isagi does not leave after changing. His daily job is to wake up Bachira, as he isn’t one to get himself up in the mornings. Isagi kneels down next to him and lightly shakes him by the shoulder,
“Hey, Bachira! It’s time to get up, it’s morning now.”
Bachira only responds in a sleepy murmur, something about “not wanting to get up” and “five more minutes.” Isagi scoffs, entertained by his friend’s actions. It’s cute, he thinks, but that is not what he was going for. So, he brushes off those thoughts and continues jabbing at his original goal: to wake up Bachira.
He chuckles, “Uh huh, you don’t want to miss breakfast right? Just come on, Bachira! You’ve got to be well rested by now.” Isagi replies, now ruffling Bachira’s hair affectionately.
Bachira turns over onto his back to look up at Isagi, who is looking back down at him with a gentle smile.
Isagi pulls Bachira up by his shoulders into a sitting position,
“Come on now, you’ve gotta change, I can grab your clothes for you?” Isagi suggests, which in returns gets him a slow nod from Bachira, who is still only half awake.
That was enough of a response for him, so Isagi gets up and, as he promised, grabs Bachira’s tracksuit for him.
Bachira is now finally standing, a little off balance at that, but it’s something.
Isagi places the tracksuit in Bachira’s hands for him.
“Alright, meet me and everyone else in the cafeteria.” Isagi says before turning to the door way.
He opens the door before continuing, “And you better actually come down!”
With that, Isagi leaves with the door shut behind him and Bachira alone in the room.
As he walks down the hall, he can’t help but be a little worried, well, more than a little. Sure, Bachira can be a little uncoordinated in the early hours of the day, but this was different. Way different.
Was it just his imagination, or did he seem…
warmer than usual?
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Isagi sits impatiently at the cafeteria tables, waiting for something, someone. On his left sits Kunigami, and to Kunigamis left is Chigiri. The seat right of Isagi was empty, obviously for someone.
It’s mostly silent, besides the echoing sounds of utensils scratching against bowls and the occasional hushed whispers.
Isagi pays no mind to any of this, however, and ends up spending his time here staring at the entrance.
When Bachira finally walks in, surprisingly actually dressed in his tracksuit, Isagi’s posture noticeably relaxes.
Bachira sits next to him after grabbing his food and immediately just bonks his head onto the table, making no attempt to actually eat anything. This only causes Isagi’s concern to return back to him in one fluid motion.
He scoots his chair closer to Bachira’s and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
“Hey, Bachira, are you alright? You’ve been weird all morning, so far.” Isagi asks, voice tinged with slight concern.
“Uh huh. ‘M just… tired.” Bachira replies for the first time today, which is a shocker.
“Are you sure? You seem a bit war-“ Isagi reached to place a hand over Bachira’s forehead to check for any signs of a fever, but Bachira turns his head the other way in refusal.
“I said, I’m fine. There isn’t anything to worry about.” Bachira mumbles under his breath; Isagi’s eyes widen at his behavior,
“Again, are you sure about that? You’re being awfully secretive right now…” Isagi inquires.
Most people start to get up and leave, so Bachira follows, not having eaten anything.
Like, at all.
“See? All good! See you at the field, Isagi!” Bachira replies with a fake expression plastered on.
He turns and walks away, a bit laid back clearly.
Isagi stays seated for a few moment before finally heading to the fields after him, trying to brush off his new overwhelming concern about his friend.
What was up with him today?
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At the team practice fields, Bachira doesn’t seem any better.
His passes are off and he doesn’t seem as enthusiastic and focused as usual.
He lacks his normal expression; full of joy and energy. He also appears to get tired out more often than he should right now, struggling to keep his eyes open all the way.
The first 30 minutes were pitiful to say the least.
Kuon calls everyone over to the bench to get some water and a quick rest break before the next activity.
Bachira sits down heavily next to Isagi and leans against him, wrapping his arms loosely around Isagi’s shoulders with a sigh. This startles Isagi,
“Uh… are you okay, Bachira?” Isagi asks, but to no avail. He earns no response, and looks over curiously.
…
Oh no.
Bachira is passed out. Cold.
The rest of the team slowly notices as he sets into a state of panic; Chigiri, being fast, is the first to rush over, with Kunigami approaching behind him as well.
“Aye, what the hell is happening?!” Kunigami asks, acting fast and peeling Bachira’s now limp body off of Isagi.
“I… I don’t know! He just- well, you know? I don’t know!?” Isagi sputtered out in panic.
“Damn, cool it, ya’ hot head! It’s gonna be fine, Isagi.” Chigiri tried to reassured him with his normal added sass.
“Yeah, really. It will be fine. Just take him back to the room.” Kunigami ordered him.
“Right, right! Sure, I can do that!” Isagi agreed obediently. He picked up Bachira’s dead-weighted body and carried him bridal style. Chigiri raised an eyebrow at this, but kept quiet.
Isagi kicked the doors open and walked down the hallway back to the room with Bachira in his arms, still passed out cold.
He is worried, scared even, but he tries to keep his composure. He has to make sure his friend is alright after all, and he can’t do that if he’s panicking.
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It had been about 10 minutes since they got back; Isagi has so far successfully gotten Bachira changed into his lounge clothes after a while of struggling, gotten him to lie down, but has NOT gotten him to wake up. If he wasn’t scared before, he was now terrified.
Why wasn’t he waking up? Is he dead? Is something wrong? What should I-
“…Uh, Isagi? Why am I here…”
Isagi’s neck almost snaps as he turns his head to look at Bachira.
He is finally awake, and staring up at him through half opened eyes.
“Oh, Bachira, thank the lord! I was starting to think the worst…” Isagi admitted sheepishly.
“Anyway, you passed out, probably because you’re too stubborn to admit that you’re sick, right?” He accused him.
“I’m not sick…” Bachira tried to lie. He was barely conscious and was basically just staring at the roof.
Isagi was, to say the least, not convinced.
“Just admit it, please? You’re obviously not okay, just give up.” Isagi pleaded, getting desperate by now.
Bachira did not respond, just continued staring at the ceiling. So, Isagi stood up and walked over to the corner where a camera was perched up In the high corner. He waved at it,
“Aye, Ego! A bit of help here?!” Isagi yelled at the camera, and continued to do so until Ego appeared on the screen, clearly a bit annoyed.
“Stop yelling. Go to the cafeteria and scan yourself. We’ll send you some medicine through there, since you’re so persistent.” Ego replied, his normal listless face turning into a slight expression of irritation.
Isagi sighed in relief and his shoulders relaxed.
Thank God.
He walked back over to where Bachira was already dozing back off, and knelt down next to him.
“Hey, Bachira. I’m gonna be right back, alright? I’ll come back with medicine!” Isagi explained, offering a small smile and an affectionate ruffle of hair.
This yet again earned him an inaudible mumble, which was enough of an acknowledgement for him.
He flashed one last soft smile at Bachira before walking off with a fair amount of speed put behind his steps.
He was a bit calmed down now, knowing that his friend was awake and hopefully okay. He was out of his state of panic.
He busted through the door of the cafeteria without slowing down his pace, quickly walking over to one of the machines to scan his face.
It let out an approving ding sound, and raised the cover. It had a syringe filled with a mysterious and slightly sketchy looking liquid. There was a purple tint to it as it sloshed against the walls of the syringe.
Isagi payed no mind to this factor, and speed walked back off to Team Z's dormitories.
Upon his arrival, Bachira was now sitting up, although his arms were folded over his knees where his head lay hidden in them.
Isagi walks forward and kneels down beside him, whispering,
"Hey, I'm back. You want this?" He asked gently, holding the syringe in his palm.
Bachira looked up a tad bit and visibly cringed at the sight of the medicine. He stuck his tongue out,
"Ew, Nuh uh."
Isagi sighed, he should've known this wouldn't be easy.
He now wished someone more responsible, such as Kunigami, was the one taking care of his friend.
"You have to. And, it's purple! It's probably grape flavored." Isagi counters to his denial, trying to convince him.
"That's even worse, I hate grape." Bachira said, pushing Isagis outstretched hand away.
Isagi was a bit frustrated now, but he knew he had to keep himself from letting it show. He had a job: Take care of Bachira.
He hummed in response, thinking.
"Ah, okay... You can just drink water after. It's fine!" Isagi offered, leaning to the side to grab his water bottle which was long forgotten by the wall.
Bachira had no reply, but still unburied his face from his arms to stare at Isagi.
Isagi only stared right back.
"Uh hummm... It won't take long?" Isagi filled the awkward silence, now holding both his water bottle and the syringe.
"Fine, I guess..." Bachira finally replies, an unsatisfied look on his face.
Isagi mentally patted himself on the back for his accomplishment. Now he was actually getting some where!
"Okay, open your mouth, sorry if it doesn't taste good." Isagi said with a nervous chuckle as he put the syringe in Bachiras mouth, pushing down on the syringe.
Clearly Bachira did not like the taste of the medicine, based on the way he scrunched up his nose.
Isagi handed him his water, offering it to him non verbally, to which Bachira accepted it.
He watched as his friend drank the water and slowly set it back down,
He's so enticing...
Woah. Okay, not the time!
He quickly regained his bearings and cleared his throat.
"Well, anything?" Isagi inquired.
Bachira, who was now sitting across from him and facing him directly, bonked his forehead against Isagis shoulder and, like he did back at training, loosely wrapped him arm around his shoulders.
"My head hurts." Bachira admitted with a sigh.
I already knew that, Isagi thought, but didn't say.
He was at least happy that Bachira admitted his sickness to him.
"Well, how about you sleep? That would probably make you feel better." Isagi suggested as he places his hands on Bachira's back.
"Nuh uh." Bachira replied stubbornly, holding on tighter to Isagi.
Cute, Isagi thought, adorable even.
"What will it take for you to listen?" Isagi said a bit sarcastically with a chuckle.
"I'll sleep... If you do too." Bachira responded.
What?
Of course, he knew what he meant. But would he really do it? He shouldn't be sleeping with his teammate, but some unknown force draws him to do it. So...
"Sure." Isagi says suddenly after a moment of silence.
He barely was listening to himself, letting his yearning get the best of him.
The next thing he knew, he was laying down next to Bachira on one of the tiny futons.
The lights were still on, but that's nothing that affected Bachira; he fell asleep in almost an instant with one of his arms thrown over Isagi's torso.
It would be one hell of a conversation if someone walked in on this, Isagi thought.
Despite his concern, he soon found himself drifting off into a peaceful sleep aswell.
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"Holy crap, didn't know it was getting this serious already!" A sarcastic voice said, ending with a chuckle.
Isagis eyes snapped open almost immediately at the sudden voice.
When he looked up...
Chigiri, who was smirking and accompanied by Kunigami, were staring at then from across the room.
Isagi immediately tried to cover this up somehow,
"Chigiri! Kunigami! You know this isn't-"
"It's fine, Isagi. We were kidding." Kunigami chimed in.
"Kinda." Chigiri laughed, "This is a bit interesting though, I must admit."
"Forget it! Why are you guys here?" Isagi settled his voice to more of a whisper, as to not wake Bachira who was still sleeping blissfully, and still wrapped around Isagi.
"Right, we came to get you guys for dinner. I assume you'll meet us there?" Chigiri guessed, looking up and down at the two jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah. Just leave!" Isagi rolled his eyes.
"Calm down a bit, Isagi! Your secret is safe with us!" Kunigami said in a sing-song tone, hushing his laughs as he and Chigiri walked out of the room.
Isagi sighed in relief, before returning his attention to the still sleeping Bachira.
This would be a struggle.
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After a bit of begging, Isagi finally dragged Bachira out of the room for dinner.
He sat beside him at on of the cafeteria tables and tried to spoon feed him, but to no avail.
Bachira refused to eat any of it, only mumbling in refusal.
Isagi wanted to give up, but he couldn't. He had to eat something right?
How would he convince him to eat?
Before he could process his words, he blurted out,
"Ugh, fine! If you eat something, I'll, uh, I'll kiss ya!"
Bachira apparently perked up at this and then accepted Isagis food offering.
After a few bites, he gave up and stopped eating. Isagi was still thinking about how what he said actually persuading Bachira yo eat.
"So, where's my kiss?" Bachira questioned.
Crap. He forgot about the part where he actually said he would kiss him.
"I, uh, I lied! Sorry... Anyway! Back to the room to sleep, haha.." Isagi stuttered over his words nervously.
"Oh," Bachira said, looking defeated. "Okay..."
Isagi smiled awkwardly, and then started making his way back to the room with Bachira following close behind.
He so messed this up.
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Isagi basically tucked Bachira in and waited for him to drift back into sleep for probably the 5th time today, and then carefully exited the room.
He needed to talk to someone, anyone, about how he messed up so badly with his...
Wait, did he actually have a crush on Bachira? Is this what he truly thinks of him?
Crap.
Isagi hadn't noticed up until now how he really felt. He totally had a crush on him.
Adds another thing to the list of what needs to be situated and sorted out.
Who could he talk to?
His mind spiraled with his friends here at Blue Lock, until his mind landed upon one person.
This person probably knew about Isagis crush on Bachira before Isagi himself.
He knew who to go to:
Hyoma Chigiri.