Chapter Text
Rin remembers feeling invincible. He was at the pinnacle of the world, his brother at his side, destroying everything below them. At the time, he can admit that he was naïve. The line of Sae’s back as he walked away from him, from their dream, was burned into his mind.
However, before Sae, there was someone who had walked away from them both.
Isagi Yoichi came into his life with the force of a natural disaster, moving the foundation of his beliefs until there was nothing left but rubble and chaos, and he had the gal to just run off. It had shocked him then, and later, too.
He wondered how someone could uproot a flower, alter its entire existence, and then abandon it without a second thought. He wondered if he became someone like that, would Sae have left him behind?
Would Yoichi?
That day, Yoichi had uprooted him. It was like the colors of the world blurred and were sucked into one focal point before exploding in electric, luminescent blue. He could never get the color right no matter how hard he tried, though what chance did he have at it when even photos couldn’t capture completely how captivating that blue could be.
Isagi Yoichi.
Rin spent countless hours tracing the characters of that name, the curve almost as enchanting as the bow of Yoichi’s lips. His walls were lined with magazine clippings, articles and photographs filling the blank spaces until those eyes, from every corner and angle, focused only on him.
He had been disappointed when he discovered that Yoichi never participated in the nationals. They were in different areas so their schools never faced off in the preliminaries. It made sense, though. After all, what challenge could these ants offer Japan’s, no, Rin’s treasure?
He can’t count how many times he had to stop himself from seeking Yoichi out. It was a simple train ride – 5 stops, a transfer, another 25 stops, a bus ride, and then a 13-minute walk.
Rin always stopped himself, though. He hadn’t proved himself yet. He wasn’t good enough then.
Then he received the invitation for Blue Lock. He hadn’t seen Yoichi in his area, but a part of him had known. They were in the same place, kept away from each other for a depraved man’s entertainment. He could sense it.
He determined, then, to be the winner. He was going to crush everyone until he was on the top as the best striker. Isagi will have nowhere else to look but up at him.
Rin nearly lost it when, during the useless ramblings of Ego, he caught sight of him. Of Yoichi, across the room, close enough to touch and yet surrounded by lukewarm insects.
He could have killed them. He should have. But no, it wasn’t worth the effort. After all, those pests won’t be a problem now that Rin was here.
Rin’s heart almost stopped when they made eye contact, and he felt it like a physical wound when Yoichi turned away. He wanted to grip that chin and force him to look and never turn away again.
Rin would get his attention.
Making the trick with the balls, he turned to give Yoichi a challenging look. He reveled at the feeling of those eyes on his back. He entertained the fantasy of monopolizing those eyes for himself, in his room on his bedside table turned to him at all times.
Let’s see if Yoichi was really worthy of his regard.
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Isagi kicked the ball, watching as it curved around the rapidly moving goalie and slammed satisfyingly against the net.
He ignored the announcement that he passed and could advance. His blood was hot in his veins and it had nothing to do with the exercise. He will personally sell his soul to both Bachira and Kira if he finished second.
The doors slid open to reveal an empty waiting area. Isagi walked straight to the chair facing the entrance and sat down, making himself comfortable. His shoe tapped the floor and leaned his face on his palm.
After a few minutes, the doors slid open again.
Isagi watched the expression on Rin’s face. While his frown remained in place, it was his eyes that revealed his inner emotions. Those teal pools were dark with frustration and disappointment, but no surprise.
Those eyes flickered between one blink and the next, and suddenly Isagi was facing an overpowering rush of obsession that threatened to drown him.
His smirk fell when Rin stalked toward him, towering over him. He didn’t have long to feel scorned. Rin fell to a kneel between Isagi’s legs, nudging them a bit wider apart to fit his large frame. He leaned his cheek on Isagi’s knee and gazed up at him reverently. The hand that wasn’t currently burning a hole through Isagi’s thigh was wrapped loosely around his ankle like a manacle, stoking the sliver of skin.
“Yoichi-senpai…”
Isagi broke out in goosebumps. He sneered and moved his knee sharply to jostle Rin away. Rin only laughed and pushed up a bit, moving a knee between Isagi’s parted thighs and placing a palm on the table behind him, effectively caging the smaller male.
He caught Isagi’s hand before it could hit him. The resistance felt novel in how weak it was. How could this body that was so powerful on the field be so supple and moveable like water out of it?
Rin brought Isagi’s hand to his cheek and brushed his lips lightly against his inner wrist. He couldn’t stop the grin if he tried, marveling at the feeling of Isagi’s pulse under his lips.
“I can’t take my eyes off of you…”
Isagi allowed himself a moment to just absorb the situation. The audacity! What was wrong with this kid!?
“Fucking disgusting!” Isagi shoved Rin’s face away. He tried to create more space between them, but the brat was taller and stronger than he was. “Fucking, get the fuck off me!”
Rin smirked, placing one last kiss against Isagi’s palm before finally moving away. He was still close enough for the heat of his body to warm Isagi, but at least they were no longer touching.
“Yoichi-senpai has such a dirty mouth,” he purred, eyes almost glowing under the shadows of his bangs. He was still towering over Isagi. “You were cuter back then.”
“Stop talking!” Isagi stood up with enough force to topple his chair. He quickly scrambled backwards, not willing to show his back to the psycho, and hid strategically behind the table. Strategically, not cowardly.
Rin looked a tad disappointed when he couldn’t view below the waist. Isagi snapped his fingers impatiently. This was not at all what he was expecting from this gross reunion. If he knew Rin was going to molest him, he would have just continued ignoring the brat.
“Yoichi-senpai-.”
“Stop calling me that!” Isagi rubbed his arms roughly to get rid of the dirty feeling. “It makes me sick!”
Rin blinked, long lashes making the action look more like a flutter, and said simply, “Yoichi, then.” He leaned over the table, far and too close at the same time. “You remembered me.”
Isagi sneered. He wanted to kick a ball straight to that face, preferably breaking his nose. “Who remembers you!?” He snapped. It wasn’t convincing, but like hell he was going to admit knowing Rin after all that bullshit. He scrubbed his inner wrist and palm roughly on the Blue Lock uniform, suddenly and uncomfortably conscious of how skintight the suit was. He was practically naked!
He was all at once filled with relief that he was behind the table. Again, Rin couldn’t see him. That’s the most important part! The other reason was that he didn’t see Rin. He doesn’t know what battles that other male’s uniform was fighting right now and preferred to keep it that way.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Rin said breathily. His eyes were filled with wonder like a child tasting candy for the first time. A completely new sensation that awakened him to a new world of flavor. “I wonder what else you’re hiding. I want to know everything about you, Yoichi.”
Isagi glanced desperately at the entrance and prayed for someone to walk through with the next second, please! At least before he said a slur. He doesn’t think Ego or this homosexual molester would care, but someone will.
“You’ve got a screw loose if you think I’m letting you get anywhere near me.”
At that, Rin’s expression darkened and the temperature of the room dropped a few degrees. “Not me, but you let those fucking cockroaches hang off you?” The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Isagi internally slapped himself for being cowed by some weakling loser younger than him. He was surrounded by weirdos on a daily basis. He should be used to it by now. However, the thought of even reaching a point where he would get used to these creepy fuckers left a bad taste in his mouth.
“I don’t let them do anything,” he scowled. “Do you think I want their stinky, sweaty bodies weighing me down all the time?”
Somehow, that seemed to appease Rin. “Right,” he mumbled to himself. “After all, even earlier…”
Fortunately, the doors sliding open interrupted his sentence before it could fully form. A tall guy with long hair walked through and flipped his hair like he was some model on a runway.
Isagi didn’t care how absolutely embarrassing and lame that action was. He was too thankful that he was no longer left alone with Rin.
“Oh, I’m the third one out,” the man said, looking between Rin and Isagi before his eyes landed on the table between them. There was a pointed silence before he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Was I… interrupting anything?”
Rin scoffed, his entire demeanor changing into something unrecognizable. If Isagi wasn’t still feeling the warm touch on his body like an open wound, he might have thought he had hallucinated the entire thing. Proof that he wasn’t delirious was the next words out of the fucker’s mouth.
“The three of us. We’re forming a team.”
“Fuck no!”