* 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 .

working too hard can give you a heart attack .

we all fall in love , but we disregard the danger .

for just this once i hope that looks don't deceive .

the sinners are much more fun .

get it right the first time .

i know that everybody has a dream .

i'm not much good at conversation .

yeah , i might get up the nerve .

all that i could give you was a reputation .

i search everywhere for some new inspiration .

i don't believe in first impressions .

i want you just the way you are .

this is my dream ; just to be at home , alone with you .

just let me pull myself together .

you didn't count on me when you were counting your rosary .

though you can see when you're wrong , you can't always see when you're right .

gonna have to make the first time last .

a word from you can bring a better day .

they say there's a heaven for those who will wait .

i can't afford to let it pass .

what purpose would that serve ?

i never was much good at coming on real strong .

i don't have time for true confessions .

if all it takes is inspiration , i might have just what it takes .

you might've heard i run with a dangerous crowd .

i don't know how to say those first few words .

you've done it . why can't someone else ?

you'd better cool it off before you burn it out .

i've gotta give it one good try .

i suppose it's now or never .

you can't be everything you wanna be before your time .

it all depends upon your appetite .

only the good die young .

come out , [ name ] , don't let me wait .

dream on , but don't imagine they'll all come true .

don't you know that only fools are satisfied ?

they didn't give you quite enough information .

it's always the same in the end .

they never tell you the price that you'll pay for the things you've done .

things are okay with me these days .

i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints .

we ain't too pretty , we ain't too proud .

we might be laughing a bit too loud , but that never hurt anyone .

slow down , you're doing fine .

take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile .

i didn't know you could look so nice after so much time .

sooner or later , it comes down to fate .

i took the good times , i'll take the bad times .

you've got so much to do , and only so many hours in the day .

if you're so smart , why are you so afraid ?

don't change the color of your hair .

it's alright , you can afford to lose a day or two .

you're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need .

i just want someone i can talk to .

don't go changing to try and please me .

is that all you get for your money ?

i couldn't love you any better .

we never knew we could want more than that out of life .

you can never go back there again .

don't be afraid to try again , everyone goes south now and then .

it seems such a waste of time .

you've never let me down before .

though we share so many secrets , there are some we'll never tell .

good luck moving up , cause i'm moving out .

i'll meet you any time you want .

you should know by now , you've been there yourself .

once i used to believe i was such a great romancer .

what will it take 'til you believe in me the way that I believe in you ?

you always have my unspoken passion , though i might not seem to care .

i would not leave you in times of trouble .

i don't want clever conversation , i never want to work that hard .

though you drown in good intentions , you'll never quench the fire .

did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself ?

feel free to change pronouns, etc.

Crowded vehicles are the grossest thing to be in. Actually, no, he's just being overdramatic on purpose. Nagi's hands stayed busy with the phone he held, idly tapping the screen in tandem with the notes that appeared. He knows there’s no point of playing a game when it’s in EOS-status but what else is he supposed to do?

Talk to the people around him? Too energy draining. Adding on the fact that he caught up on his weekly Manga, did his dailies, the usual mundane things that he does before starting the day.

It's only his… fourth time riding in a limousine? It's not as fancy, cool like how Ba-ya has it ; those complimentary bubbly drinks always had him buzzing, relaxed after a tedious day of practice with Reo. This time around— not just Reo ( they're on not speaking terms for now, Nagi's being normal about it. Half-assed. ) in this packed car, the rest of the team is here. Unfortunately.

A celebration for… whatever the hell, he stopped paying attention to things due to being disinterested. This sport, what's the purpose of it again? Scoring super goals, being the best? How can anyone have any longer term goals for this sport and make it their whole life? It's hard to grasp, hard to understand what makes a person so spirit-driven to keep this sport as their lifeline. Just when he's about to hit that full combo, a familiar body has shifted over his lap, plopping right into it as if he's their personal chair.

Combo disturbed, notes flying across the screen, life bar depleting until the screen says time's up. " Oh— " he fixed up his posture, automatically using one arm ( was this guy’s waist this damn small? No way. ) to keep Rin upright in his lap. This is normal. Rin's always sitting on me, he guessed. It’s not often that this cheat code monster would find him of all people as a good chair— albeit he does play the part pretty well? “ You’re heavy, “ came the small complaint, face burying itself into the man’s shoulder. Rin always smelled good; similar to the ocean, clean, salty, a tad of sweetness. He can imagine the guy having his usual scowl present on his face, pissed off to the world, himself, everyone around him in this crowded vehicle.

“ … Rin, are you going to stay on my lap the whole ride there? What if I have to pee, “ words muffled, tightening his grip. “ There were other seats present, y’know. “ Maybe he didn’t want to sit alone? Sit beside Isagi? Who knows. Nagi’s not going to abandon this chance of not holding his ( boyfriend? Teammate? ) favorable monster in his lap.

A kiss? Really? Did @bvz1rd hit his head or is he just being a cheeky asshole today? Sae shoots him a side glance, noticing that he’s rather closer than usual. That particular redolence hitting his nose— was it myrrh? Strawberry? No, that smelled like his cologne was being used instead of the man’s usual anise or orange blossom. Hugo had this ‘ issue ‘ of using Sae’s belongings whenever he spent the night here. Did it bother him? Occasionally. Only a small percentage of people use his stuff except for that shitty oversized, enormous rabbit who purposely leaves the last remaining droplet of his serum. That pissed him off, and he told him to replace it immediately.

“ You have a flight to catch. You’re already six minutes late, “ a lie. Guess he could indulge him just this once — it’s not like they had anything going on between them ( for now ). This was just an act of convenience; he and Sae had a similar thought process except the latter’s was more distinctive— in short, he’s calling Hugo a fucking nerd. No easier way to describe it without gaining a damn migraine.

Those so-called book club meetings that would happen were nothing more than a hoax. Why did it take him this long to notice that Hugo doesn’t actually read? Compared to Kaiser who had an assortment of books, some were gifts that Sae had given to him whenever they'd meet by chance.

Truly, this New Generation Eleven is just a bunch of oddballs.

The left hand seeks out to grab hold of the man’s shirt, pulling him closer. Their bodies slotted together, shared warmth emitted. “ You’re really annoying, “ he murmurs, faux indignation before his head tilts upwards to kiss Hugo on the corner of his mouth. Tease. Ah — did he just see those voids of hues flickering with a smidgen of emotion? Glee?

@bvz1rd

Dreams aren't what he usually has, it's never anything of importance or a tragic event that he endured in his career. It's always an empty, dark enclosure that vanishes the second his eye mask is raised to his head. Unfortunately he didn't have a mask on, his entire face was buried into the plush of a person's thighs. Soft, thick, muscular, could be used as a deadly weapon to strangle anyone effortlessly. Bunny gives off the impression of a mysterious person, cold-hearted, dead smiles that don't reach his eyes, self-deprecating jokes that have every person alarmed on how at risk he was. Sae's aware of the issue, aware that his rival is not sunshine and rainbows in similarity to Lorenzo. The only one who's normal in their chaotic group of players.

The hand that cards through his mauve, short tresses eases any distress he had. Tension drained from his shoulders, Sae nestled his face more into Bunny's right thigh, blindly his hand searched to grab for any limb that belonged to the man. He doesn't find anything, however, his hand is taken hold of, fingers lacing together. Sleepy teal hues fluttered open, staring tiredly at the TV that played a rerun of a match that he watched over five times.

Over five times to analyze Bunny.

Groggy, he rolls halfway to lay on his back, long legs dangling off the arm of the couch. The hand that wasn't in his rival's grip was used to wipe away any invisible eye crust that he had. How long was he out? When the hell did he fall asleep? Sae drops his hand, peering up at Bunny who's staring down at him, faintly smiling. Genuine. Subconsciously his head tilts upward into the man's hand, silently pleading for more of those touches, hoping it'll ends the dull headache he had.

Bunny, being the kindest piece of shit, happily indulged him. Carding those long fingers through his hair, scratching just right at his scalp. A purr elicits out of him, eyes fluttering closed. Hmm, yeah, he'll be civil just this once. Other times he's usually at his throat, throwing insults left and right, knowing full well that stoked Bunny's obnoxious ego.

You sick fucking animal is what this bastard enjoyed out of Sae's mouth. Don't let it fool you, he reeled himself back plenty of times on not indulging that humiliation kink of his.

How lukewarm. What about this shitty rabbit that had a hold on him? Had an invisible chain around his heart, controlling what he didn't want to do although … Sae's at fault. He wouldn't call their relationship normal by any means, if anything their relationship is beyond fucked. Is it repairable? Sure. Is it worth fixing? That he doesn't know. The constant arguments that lead to a hot passion session of guilt, distasteful, even bits of love is sprinkled in there. “ … Why did you bother waking me up? It's an off day, “ he says lethargically, the tiniest of frown on his features. “… unless you're planning on making dinner, I'm not getting off you.”