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Bachira heard faint noises as he walked closer to the field, only a few feet and he could see his friends again!
They WERE his friends, right? They talk to him, and they hangout, so that means they are! Well, in his opinion. It was refreshing to develop connections in blue lock after a whole life of being lonely and no one to be there for him, and understand him. No more thinking of that, Bachira thought as he smacked his head with both hands, trying to get the thoughts and feelings away. He couldn't believe he could actually see Isagi again, even though they met for a game. It felt like sooo long. His team was nice, but he had to admit, he missed his team Z days where everyone was pretty happy to be together, and they would celebrate after a win. At first, he denied it, teasing Isagi on how he was 'sentimental' about those days. A bit of a hypocrite aren't I? Bachira thought as he peeped his head just enough for everyone to see. He greeted them, cutting the tension.
"Let me join too!" Bachira said as he threw a soccer ball at Isagis head. He made a sound that was pretty amusing, Bachira notes. "Sup, Bachira! You also came to see Kunigami?" Chigiri asks, looking more cheerful than earlier. Bachira wonders what happened. Ah, well, doesn't really matter now. "Yup! Plus, I also wanted to hangout with Isagi!" he replied. "Huh? Me?" Isagis questions, so confused that he even stopped his attack on Bachira, holding the ball still, not moving at all. Silly Isagi, so shocked at the obvious! Bachira never really hung out with Chigiri and Kunigami all that much before, so it would be a tiny bit awkward if he just visited them, but Isagis here, so he had to come! "Yeah!" Bachira answers. He then congratulated them for their previous match. Earning weird looks for some reason. Huh, why is their face all twisted up like I said something weird? All I said was that ego juice was dripping out of them? Bachira gets confused himself, people are just so weird sometimes. After everyone finally agreed on playing together, Bachira called dibs on playing with Isagi. Oh how he loved playing with him, it was always so exciting! A real life replica of his monster! He was so lucky to meet him on his very first day at blue lock, they have gotten along ever since! Oh, wait, he needed to focus and show off his new moves again. Time passed as Bachira and the egoist three played against and along with each other, it felt like the good old times again, even if Kunigami is a bit more depressed than he'd like and Chigiri yearning harder than usual, it was all alright. Isagi, on the other hand, was radiating aura like never before! He was evolving so rapidly, it was making him so excited like he was the one growing. When the intense match was done, with their close victory, Bachira slung an arm around Isagis shoulder. "That was soo fun! We have to do that again!" Bachira exclaims, radiating energy. Isagi gave an unsure laugh in reply, the rhythm nostalgic to his ears. Whenever Isagi was on the pitch, his aura changes completely, (not that Bachira is complaining) but off the pitch, he's just so different that it was kinda cute. "Are they gonna talk it out?" Bachira whisper-yells, arm dropping. "I don't know," Isagi whisper-yells back. They both started giggling like little kids, contrasting the situation with Chigiri and Kunigami. "We hear you, y'know." Chigiri yells. Kunigami grunts as an addition. "That was the point!" Bachira yells back, with Isagi laughing for real this time.
As they step out of the field, into the hall, Isagi stops. Bachira cocked his head, "Whats wrong, Isagi?" he asks. "Nothing..Haha.." Isagi sweats, rubbing the back of his head with his left hand. "Then why'd we stop?" he inquires. "Uhh.." Isagi says. Bachira hums, signaling him to continue. And he does, "Did you actually visit to hangout with me?" "Huh? Did I not say that?" Isagis cheeks tint pink from Bachiras reply. "I mean, I visited for Kunigami too, but he seems a bit out of it, so I wouldn't really have tried to talk to him much." Bachira adds. "I see," Isagi mutters. His pink almost completely gone. Hold up, why was Isagi pink in the first place? Is he sick? Will Bachira catch his sickness and also get sick? Oh no, how will he play then? His team needs him! With this in mind, Bachira scoots an arms length away with one stride. "What are you doing?" Isagi reacts, confused and maybe a tad bit of..embarrassment? "Why are you asking?" Bachira asks another question, like he was investigating Isagi. "Why are YOU so far away?" Isagi fires back. "Nuh uh, I asked first." Bachira says, wagging his index finger in front of Isagis face, then crossing his arms. Isagi sighs. "I just, I don't know? Wanted to make sure?" Isagi reasons. "Uh huh.." Bachira says in return. "Okay, answer my question now." "Oh, I just thought you were sick." "What? Why?!" Isagis voice was laced with concern. If Bachira wasn't such a good friend, he'd burst out laughing. "Because, you were so pink!" Bachira accuses. "I'm not sick though!" Isagi claims. "Alright, whatever." he says as he walks ahead. His journey for the day was done. "Wait, Bachira."
He stops and turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Oh..Err.." Isagi starts slurring his words again. "Just spill it out, man! So nervous today." Bachira teases, even laughs a bit after his own comment. Isagi frowns. Which made Bachira continue laughing. It was kinda adorable how Isagi is always so awkward. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Isagis hand on his own wrist. "Isagi?" Bachira asks. His laughing and the earlier vibe was tarnished. "Bachira, do you..Uh.." "Whaaat, Isagi." Bachira deadpans, this was getting a bit annoying. "Do you like me?" Hah, all of this buildup, just for Isagi to ask this stupid question? Was this even a question? Bachira yanks his arm away, leaving a shocked expression on Isagis face, mixed with hurt. "Is that even a question, obviously." he rolls his eyes. Isagi could be reaaal dumb sometimes. "Huh? Really?" Isagi lights up immediately. Wow, Bachira was an awesome friend, lifting up others mood so easily. "Yes you big headed dumm-"
He was cut off.
Isagis lips were on his. The plush, soft feeling eventually woke Bachira up, stirring soemthing inside him, that was always in the back of his heart. His feelings for Isagi. It felt like forever, the way Isagi cupped his face and how Bachira just stood there, before accepting it and closing his eyes also. But, in reality, it was only a few seconds. When they broke apart, Isagi was looking away. "Isagi that was not what I meant." Bachira says, still a bit surprised. "Huh.?" Isagi says, doubt and pain slowly settling into his facial features. "Oh, okay, I'll just go, cya Bachira.” “What? Where ya going Isagi?” “Come back!” Bachira adds, raising his voice a tad bit. Isagi ignored him and kept walking, he even started walking a bit faster! “ISAGII!” Bachira was practically yelling now. Still, no response. What was wrong? He only told Isagi to prevent misunderstandings, so why is he acting like this? Well Bachira DID like him back like that, he just..Didn’t know he meant the question like that. Bachiras patience was running out, so he jogged up to the boy, forcibly grabbing him. “Isagi,” “Sorry, Bachira.” he admitted, still not looking at Bachiras face. Was he that embarrassed? That’s kinda funny. What? No, it isn’t. “I thought you meant the question in a friendly way.” Isagi nodded, swallowing hard. “But,” Bachira emphasizes, making Isagi glance at him, a glimmer of hope shining down his crisis. “I do like you like that.” he finally concludes. Isagi softens, making eye contact with Bachira. “So,” Isagi speaks, breaking the comfortable silence. “What does this mean? Like for us?” Bachira thinks, looking around the hallway they were in. “I don’t know, whatever you want!” Bachira says. Isagi flushes, going even redder than before. It was so nice to see, how Bachira could make such a big impact on the heart of blue lock. When no one spoke, Chigiri walked past. “See you guys.” he says, looking a bit disappointed. Kunigami must’ve stayed like he was earlier, not opening up to Chigiri. “Bye Chigiri,” Isagi and Bachira say in unison. Chigiri puts an arm up as a wave, not looking back as he leaves. “I gotta go soon.” Bachira states. “Ah, right.” “Do you wanna get together? Or is it too soon,” Isagi rambles on and on. Bachira puts his hand around Isagis mouth, quieting him. “Yes yes,” Bachira says and he walks away, waving to Isagi and leaving the German stratum. “Huh? Wait, Bachira!” Isagi yells, reaching an arm out, but it was too late. Bachira had left. Isagis romantic confession didn’t go exactly as planned, but at least Bachira didn’t flat out reject him. They might even be dating! Bachira chuckles as he walks out, the sun hitting his eyes, forcing him to cover them with his arm. He will definitely be texting Isagi more often.