54. ISAGI YOICHI

note: i know how much some of you cough hina cough have been waiting for this. no shame in your game tho i was planning this from chapter 25

also props to you if you notice the callback to chap 25 lol. (he said he wondered what it would be like for you to run into his arms and woohoo, you do just that! props to you, isagi.)

guys pls dont stop reading after this it only gets better from here i promise !!! anyways. emotional chapters gone now back to making out with your favs what a world

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CHIGIRI

and you make your way out of the nurse's office, and into the locker rooms—you're practically bouncing with excitement.

The redhead looks over at you with soft eyes and smiles, "You're really excited, huh?"

Tilting your head back so you can see him properly, you meet his gaze with a grin of your own. You've never felt so excited before, "Of course! Did you see that goal? It was incredible! Show-stopping!"

Chigiri lets out a loud gasp of laughter at the expression you're making, "I've just never seen you look so... happy."

Of course, you're happy, you want to tell him. You feel lighter than air—and years of built-up feelings and envy have just been lifted off your shoulders like you were bench-pressing. Of course, you're still going to have some self-discovery to do and find out who you truly are without all these feelings of angst—

But you don't tell him this. You hold it all within your skull and only let out a little sing-song hum, cheeks flushed pink, "I guess I'm just super happy we won."

Soon, both of you find your way to the locker rooms—and you meet eyes of swirling radiant blue. You don't even care that half of them are shirtless at that moment—all you can focus on are those pretty eyes.

It was as if... all time paused at that moment... 

And all you could see was Isagi Yoichi.

You run forward, past the shocked faces of the others and launch yourself into his arms, laughing with all the joy you've never experienced. His arms instinctively wrap themselves around your waist and he twirls you around, laughing with you and your hands find themselves on his shoulders when he stands still and props you up—so that you're staring so deeply into your eyes, you think you might grow lost in that Atlantic ocean.

His hands are wrapped securely underneath your thighs and he's looking at you like you're the only woman in the world—you can't help the way your heart pitifully patters.

"ISAGI!" You yell out, loudly, cheerfully, and you grin so wide your cheeks hurt, "That goal... !!! That goal!"

You can't even find the adjectives to describe it. You're stumbling over your words you're that excited, but luckily, it seems the egoist understands exactly what you're trying to say.

"That goal!" He repeats, making you both laugh out loud with each other. He finally lets you down, yet, you still maintain that eye contact, staring so deeply that you think—

A loud cough interrupts your moment, and your head darts to where it came from—Ego. His gaze is blazing hot, yet incredulously empty, even more than it usually was, "If you're done with that, I think Anri-chan has something to say."

He gestures towards the redhead, who looks surprised at her boss' kindness—but still, she clutches her tablet close to her chest with teary eyes, "Alright! Um... so, today as a special bonus for your victory... The menu at the cafeteria will be super luxurious, and all-you-can-eat! This is all I can personally do for you guys...! But I want all of us to celebrate today!!"

Gagamaru swings his arm around Otoya's shoulder and cheers, "Heck yeah!! Celebrate all night, baby!"

"I think I'll take a bath first." Hiori giggles, towel slung over the top of his head.

Zantetsu looks very excited, "Will it have fried chicken?! What about fries and cola?!"

"Hamburger! Chicken nuggets!" Bachira cheers in a sing-song voice, raising his arms up and down.

"Karinto... manju..."

"You seriously want chicken nuggets after all this?" You cover your smile with your hand and snort, eyes squeezed shut.

Isagi glances behind him, pausing, as everyone else walks away. You notice his lack of presence beside you—and you look back at him. "Isagi?"

He doesn't seem to hear you, because he walks away without a word, to the only other person left in the locker room—sitting silently and clutching his fists so hard his knuckles are a pale white.

You could recognise the aura radiating off him anywhere. Rin... You don't know what really went down between him and his brother—but you have a strong feeling it wasn't good.

And you really did think him and his brother could've fixed their relationship... Now, you just feel hopeless. Still... It did seem that Sae cared...

* The air had somehow grown even more tense. You can't decipher the look on Sae's face when you speak those words—but if you had to describe it in one way, it would surely be conflicted. Conflicted between what, you aren't sure, but you can tell that you've given him something to think about.

"Rin... What Ego said was true. I was only able to score because of you. That moment... Only I believed you would defeat Sae, and that's why we got this result. And because I knew of the mechanism of luck after losing to you... I was able to grasp that chance in the match today. Thank you... Rin. That goal was yours just as it was mine."

You aren't too sure what Rin's expression is right now, but from his strained and scratchy tone, you can guess it isn't too pleasant. "Shut up... go die, Isagi... I'll never fucking forgive you. From this moment onwards—you are my rival. Don't you forget... this mean I'll definitely kill you."

Isagi doesn't speak for a moment, and the air is heavy and tense.

Then, you suddenly hear his voice again. "Alright...  You can try."

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You let out a breathy gasp, eyes on the verge of closing—a sliver of your eye colour peeks out under your lashes—as he grabs desperately at your waist, "W...—Isagi!"

You squeal his name as he dips his face close to yours once more, pressing a kiss on your lips heavily and deeply. You can't possibly move your head back any further—you're sure this is as far as your neck will go.

Isagi kisses you so deeply and so passionately it makes your head spin and cloud with pleasure—you whine lowly against his tongue and it makes him grin, so wickedly—you're not sure if this is even him. 

This doesn't feel like Isagi... it feels like his egotistic persona on the field...

You don't get a chance to continue your thoughts as he bites down, hard, on your lower lip and makes you whine against him—you're practically drooling into his mouth, and fuck, Isagi can't get enough.

He's always been greedy for more and more—within soccer, and now, he guesses, within you as well—as soon as he got out of the shower, he launched himself at you and started kissing you as if his life depended on it.

It made him smile when you let him practically have his way with you—complacent and more obedient than he's ever seen you. Bachira told him about how he kissed you before. So did Nagi. But Isagi can't find it within himself to care—not when you're practically buried underneath him like this, only for him.

Isagi's always been greedy. You'll surely let him have his fill, won't you?

He slips his lips down from yours—peppering kisses along your chin, down your jaw and eventually, to your collarbone. You can feel his lips stretch out against the smooth slant of your skin. He talks, husky and low, "You wouldn't let any of the others do this, right? Just me, right?"

His lips find home on your collarbone and he bites down gently, sucking against the expanse of your skin and making you suck in a deep breath—chest rising and falling erratically. He whispers again—giving your skin a break for a single second—"You'll only let me do this, right?"

With how many times he says it—it sounds like he's trying to convince himself—but with the prideful lilt in his tone, it's so abundantly clear that he believes himself wholeheartedly, even without your confirmation. 

Isagi Yoichi is surely the biggest egoist you've ever met. Even when he's sucking a mark into the side of your neck, teeth biting down and making you whine—he acts like he's the only person in the world, and you're sat by his side—where he believes you should be.

Even so, you can't find it within yourself to say no.

Through shaky breaths, you manage to utter, "Y—Yeah... only you... Isagi..." Your fingers find themselves gripping desperately at his shoulders as he finally pulls away from your neck—you can't see it, but you have a strong feeling there's a dark mark left if his self-satisfied smirk is anything to go off.

"Good," he says, simply, before dipping his face in once more and kissing you so feverishly your stomach churns, hot.

You don't know when (or what, really) his on-field persona triggered, but it's so overwhelming you can barely think straight. Your mind doesn't even process you two are in the middle of the monitoring room, where anybody can walk in and see you two, with his goal playing in the background on the big, flashing screen.

He moves his hand down, underneath your shirt and slips it around your bare skin—goosebumps flare up where his rough fingertips find your untouched complexion. He clearly feels the way you shiver—his other hand is moved upwards, and tangles itself in your hair, holding the back of your head. 

He forcibly holds your head, pulling his face back and leaving less than an inch of a gap between your lips—just enough so that you both can pant for air, and he speaks, "Running into my arms like that... it's like you just wanted this to happen..."

He smiles. "You wanted this to happen, didn't you?"

Your face feels red hot, and your heart won't stop pounding loudly in your chest. From where he's kneeling between your thighs and his body pressed right up against your own—you're absolutely, indefinitely sure he can feel it.

You don't give him an answer—and you're sure it feeds his ego even more with your unspoken words. 

"Fuck..." He groans, then chuckles lowly—you can practically feel your head pulsing in your ears from the heat that his body brings. He's so blazing hot and you're feeling so much at once and you're so overwhelmed by all these feelings—he presses his lips to your own again, for what feels like the millionth time this night.

He moans into your mouth and your stomach churns fire at the feeling—your hands are pressed right up against his chest, and you don't have a mind for anything else but kissing him back just as hard in this moment. 

You feel so dumb. You're a smart girl, but right now, you've been dumbed down to an idiot who doesn't know anything but how to kiss him messily. But that's okay because Isagi doesn't mind. 

He doesn't mind doing the thinking for you—he presses his thumb against your cheek, red creeping up his neck from the sheer hotness of this room. He's always been good at that, anyway.

He jerks your head back and you wince, eyes practically closed-shut and your expression is simply pathetic. He loves it.

"Isa... Mm—... Isagi..." You whimper—and god, it really does something to him—with your lips parted and cheeks flushed red. "Don't..." You let out a shaky breath. "Don't tease..."

But after such a thrilling game—such a head-spinning goal, he can't help it. Truly, this is fun for him.

"Mmmm..." He laughs, a genuine, boyish laugh that makes this all feel even sweeter. Suddenly, that sweet, genuine gleam in his pretty eyes has returned and he's back to being the same old, kind Yoichi, "Sorry. You're just... so pretty like this."

And he's not lying, too. Isagi doesn't think you've looked any prettier. Your pupils are blown wide with pleasure, lids struggling to keep open—face flushed red that he could only catch within such a dark room, because of the monitor lights flashing on your face—your chest rising and falling so hard.

You're simply glowing in his eyes.

Isagi can't help but admire you. He clenches his jaw, hard, and leans back in—encapturing your lips in a long, hard kiss once more. Your lips are red, bruised and sore from being kissed so roughly by the striker in front of you—but you can't find it within yourself to stop him.

Besides... this was technically supposed to be for him.

So... maybe, even as sneaky hands reach up to your chest and squeeze, you'll allow it. Just this once, you think, as you whimper into his mouth and he smiles, wide.

It's the least this talented, greedy egoist deserves.

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* 47 — INSINCERE APOLOGIES