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Ever since Ego sent all of Blue Lock to holiday after their enormous victory against Japan U-20, Isagi was nothing but bored. He stayed in his room all day, watching the window, reading a book, going on his phone, eat, shower and sleep. And the cycle continues. His parents encouraged him to go out and hangout with his best mates, however they were all busy doing their own shit. Going on holidays, meeting relatives, whatever. Holiday. If only that applied to Isagi. He wished he could go out on the beach or go out to a restaurant, but what's the use if he's alone? Yeah no use is it?
It was nine in the morning, he was still wrapped in his blanket, staring at the wall. He thought of the times in Blue Lock. The times when he won, when he lost, when he was training to be the best egoist there ever was. To match his idol's skill, Noel Noa. But right now, that felt more than far away from him. He grumbled, poking the wall. It was until his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Isagi sighed, slowly turning to his right side to grab his phone. The sunlight beamed into his eyes, almost fucking blinding him. Isagi was so used to darkness now, he forgot was sunlight actually was.
"Ow, fuck-"
He quickly grabbed his phone and turned towards the wall, covering his head with his blanket. It was a text from Bachira. Man, he missed him. He always used to goof around with Meguru in anyway shape or form. And his dribbling skills? Top notch. Isagi clicked on the message and opened their messages.
Bachi boy: "Isagi! Hey i think me and the boys are free today, wanna hangout? ;)"
He blinked. Free? Oh fuck yes. He has been waiting for this moment for the past 1 week now. He quickly sat up, his blue hair all tangled and messy, built like a birds nest. He replied.
Isagi: "Finally man, ive been rotting here. what time??"
Isagi still held his phone in his right hand as he jumped out of bed, wearing only a white shirt and black shorts. He rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He placed the phone against a cup with 3 toothbrushes sitting in it. He took his own out, rinsing it under the running water as he turned the tap on. Bachira started to type as he brushed his teeth.
...
Bachi boy: "10. 10am"
Isagi glanced at his phone, almost spitting out the toothpaste from his mouth. 10?! It was half nine already. He quickly rinsed his mouth and face, drying it with a towel before picking up his phone.
Isagi: "10?!"
Bachi boy: "yeah why?"
Isagi: "i just woke up man!"
Bachi boy: "ehehe unlucky. go get dressed now uh huh? ill be there at 10."
Great. Maybe it's not that bad? I mean how long does it take to eat and change...25 minutes.
Isagi was so focused on what to wear, he forgot he had limited time. His hair wasn't even brushed yet- funny. He quickly took his sleeping clothes off, throwing them on the bed and putting on a white collared shirt under a black jumper. He put on some black trousers, adjusting them nicely. He quickly walked up to the nightstand, grabbing his hairbrush and started to quickly comb his hair. Nice and tidy. He sighed, relieved. Isagi grabbed his small white bag and wrapped it around his shouders, unzipping the pocket to place his phone inside. He took one last look in the mirror before quickly stepping down the stairs.
He went into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast on a plate next to where his dad's newspaper was. He put it in his mouth. Isagi's mom looked over to him, slightly surprised.
"Finally going out?"
"I'm gonna meet some friends."
He munched on his toast, walking towards the doorway to put his shoes on, sitting down to tie his shoelaces. His mother followed behind, holding a plate in her hands.
"Be careful okay?"
Isagi nodded, standing up to wave at his mother before opening the door and leaving, his piece of toast hanging from his mouth.
He walked along the streets towards the subway station where Bachira told him to go earlier. He saw the black and yellow haired boy next to the stairs, headphones around his neck, a black jacket with a pin of a dolphin and a shirt with some jean textured overalls. He was looking at his phone before he noticed Isagi in the corner of his eye. He smiled brightly, waving at him.
"Isagi!"
"Hey Bachira!"
Isagi quickly rushed to him, smiling. Meguru wrapped an arm over his shoulder, showing him his phone.
"Chigiri said we are going to Shibuya."
"Shibuya?"
"Yeah at a cafe, why not?"
Isagi chuckled, walking down the stairs with Bachira following beside.
"Let's go then."
***
The two arrived, through the crowds, through the stupidly large groups of people everywhere. The subway was just clogged with people, it was barely even easy to breathe. Isagi told Bachira that he would come to the cafe in a bit, as he wanted to go to the mall first.
It was a large place, different shops, stores, and of course, many, MANY people. He almost got lost himself just to try and find something new to wear. He walked around the place, it felt like a whole different world there. He walked into a men's store filled with clothes, accessories, whatever shit you can think off. He went towards the jumper section, studying different textures, sizes and the fashion of them.
To the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure. It was tall, dark green hair, almost blue, wearing a leather jacket and underneath was not visible as it was behind racks of clothing. He looked over. Rin? No way. He started to speed walk into that direction before bumping into someone else as he was too focused on the figure rather than his surroundings. He apologised, almost stuttering at his words before looking forward again. The figure was gone. He sighed, clearly pissed as he wanted to talk things out with Rin after he got mad at him for not being the one to score the winning goal. Whatever.
"Hey!"
Bachira sat up from his chair, waving at Isagi who was walking towards them. Chigiri looked up at him, sipping his coffee. His hair was tied up in a bun on the back of his head, wearing a collared shirt with a zig-zag like jumper on top, his bag with the strap of a belt over his shoulder.
"It's Isagi."
"Bachira, Chigiri!"
Bachira sat down, sniffing his hot chocolate.
"Isagi, ya want some warm chocolate?"
"Im good."
He chuckled, sitting down on a chair, stretching his arms.
"Finally, a break! And not alone this time."
Chigiri placed his mug down taking his phone out.
"You look dead tired."
"I do?"
Isagi tapped his cheeks before rubbing his eyes.
"Augh, probably because i rotted in bed all week.." he groaned.
Bachira sipped on his chocolate.
"Kinda weird of you, hehe."
Isagi shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Chigiri showed his phone to the other two.
"Check this out, we are famous now."
"We are?" Bachira says.
"Let me see!" Isagi leans in.
The two look at an article which stood out from the large photo of them celebrating their victory. Bachira claps his hands together.
"Thats sick!"
Isagi hummed, looking pleased of himself. Chigiri nodded, placing his phone back. He looked over to his side, noticing a table full of known people.
"The others are here too huh?"
"Wha?" Isagi and Bachira look at the other table, noticing Aryu, Karasu, Otoya, Tokimitsu, Reo and Yukimiya chatting at a table. Bachira hops off his chair, rushing towards the others.
"Hiyaaa!!"
Chigiri and Isagi followed behind, waving. The other group looked at them. Otoya was just playing on his phone, his beanie getting into his eyesight. Reo spoke up.
"Oh hey there, isn't Nagi coming?"
Isagi crossed his arms, replying.
"He said he just woke up."
Reo looked back at the table, chuckling. Isagi's phone buzzed. He checked the message, it was from Nagi, bluntly saying; "I spotted an arcade, so i'll be late." He huffed.
"Of course."
Karasu crossed his arms, his smug stretching on his lips.
"We should go pay him a visit."
Bachira laughed, wrapping an arm around Otoya's neck.
"Yeah why not!"
Yukimiya and the others glanced at Bachira, all knowing that they are going to have the time of their lives.
As expected, Nagi was at one of the game stations, finishing a game similar to 'Street Fighter'. Karasu rushed up to him, pulling him back as he wrapped an arm around his neck.
"Yer gonna lose yer friends like this!"
And with that, fun began. Otoya was at one of the claw machines, getting a small toy. Bachira was pressing his face against the glass, intrigued by Otoya's simple catch, the same with tokimitsu. On the other side, Yukimiya threw a perfect dart, hitting a bullseye. He fixed his glasses, smirking whilst Reo shouted "Bullseye!" Meanwhile Aryu was hitting his glam moves whilst playing pool, which pissed Karasu off as at this point. After that they played ping-pong, with Nagi being out for 6th time now. Reo suggested they went karaoke just to be met with Aiku getting slapped by his 'girlfriend.'
"Oh you guys." Aiku spoke up.
"All the U-20's are here."
Just as they went into the karaoke room, the whole gang was screaming and singing their vocal chords off. Soon enough, Isagi's gang joined him, which led into a bowling match. Isagi couldn't believe his eyes, a bowling match. He's not the best at it for sure but he has to try. And to his surprise, Barou was there, who hit a stupidly perfect strike.
Time passed, ladies were watching the guys jump their asses off out of excitement. Otoya and Sendou approached two women who wanted an autograph, and Sendou's karaoke suggestion to the two made them almost pass out. As they are, Isagi's team won bowling of course. He felt tired. It was a fun day for sure, meeting all his friends was really cleansing for his rotten brain. Eventually he left, walking along the streets towards the subway station.
The breeze was cool, his group's voices still echoed in his mind, which made him chuckle. He looked over to the cafe, noticing a familiar figure at a table. And it was Rin indeed. Isagi's breath hitched. Rin. His opponent. His close striker, who desires to be the best egoist there is. Maybe, finally, he can talk things out. The end of the U-20 match ended like shit for the two of them, Rin's jealousy rising way above the meter.
He walked quicker on his feet, approaching the table. He stood behind the other man. He tapped his shoulder. Rin stopped reading his book and looked over, his eyes low, miserable as ever. Nothing new. He spoke up with a cold tone.
"Get your hands off me."
Isagi sighed, expecting that from him. He sat opposite of Rin, his face slightly nervous.
"Hey i just want to talk, it's been a week since I last saw you anyway."
Rin didn't bother to look up from his book, however, he did speak up.
"About what? Saying that you had to take the goal to win, or that I'll be a good striker too?"
His tone was cold, harsh, nothing new to Isagi. However he did miss the slightly calmer Rin he only saw twice. Isagi cleared his throat.
"Well, no, maybe. I don't know."
Rin looked at him, his turquoise eyes glimmering from the sunshine. It caught Isagi's attention. His eyes were, different? Ok maybe his adrenaline was still lingering from his previous activities, and maybe he was just being a dumbass. But, that wasn't the case, his eyes WERE different. They looked..sad. Rin dropped his book down, crossing his arms.
"Just spit your words out."
The other man was surprised. Now that's something new, well, he can't miss the chance now can he?
"Listen, i know you want to surpass Sae. I know you want to be better. But the thing is-"
And before he could continue, his words were cut off. His lips were sealed from Rin's, who was leaning forward, holding his chin tightly. His lips were warm, soft, it gave Isagi shivers down his spine, and his hands were gripping his trousers on his lap. His eyes widened, his face blushing furiously. But, he didn't back off, rather he took it. Was he stupid? 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?He felt Rin's tongue just between his lips before he backed off, still holding his chin. A small blush was on either side of his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes.
"Shut up."
Isagi's mouth was slightly open as he watched the other man stand up, walk away and leave like nothing fucking happened.
What.The.Fuck.
Isagi was frozen, his eyes still widened, his face still blushing furiously, slowly turning into a tomato himself. Was this planned? Does Rin like him? Does Isagi like him? His mind was clouded with questions that demanded answers.
On the way home, he walked, his mind confused, wandering with different questions. He was silent the whole entire trip on the subway, where just before he went on, he saw a young kid asking to shake his hand, which he was really pleased with. However that still didn't change the other side of him burning with questions to ask Rin, which he probably won't answer.
At home, he greeted his parents, went up the stairs, busted his room door open and collapsed on the bed.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺...