“Do I have something on my face?”
“You’re staring, though,” Isagi offers, smiling with a gentle humor. He pretends to be seriously contemplating before answering. “Maybe I’m just that handsome.”
You know how this conversation is supposed to go. You tell him to fuck off, and Isagi pushes back. Asks you what you’re thinking about with his patient demeanor and curious gaze, wide with interest.
He’s gonna be so annoying when you tell him.
“You are,” You say, leaning against the PVC pipe of a soccer net. “I think I’m in love with you,”
Isagi kicks a goal into it swiftly, like a bodily reaction he can’t control. It goes in perfectly and impressively, the sound of air whooshing by making all of your nerves go alight inside of you.
It’s a bright summer day, and over head the sky blue is so bright it feels like you’re seeing it for the first time. White clouds piped over pale-yellow summer sun as sweat beads down your back, your temple.
It must be the heat making your face feel flush, but it’s Isagi that’s making you feel so alive. You’ve always known but right now, it just seems to click. Your heart is pounding in your ears, but it’s not nerves, but almost like relief.
Like the feeling when you’ve stopped running and start to slow, and you feel so present inside of your body. Every nerve, every muscle, every vein that pushes you forward. Your heart beat drums and but your mind is more clear than ever.
“Did you—Did I hear that right?”
“Yoichi,” His name fits in your mouth like a puzzle piece. “I’m seriously in love with you. Now come on, we gotta get going,”
You stand to your feet so casually as Isagi runs to you. He hesitates, boyish and nervous and awestruck—but still, somehow brimming with self-confident ease that makes your eyes roll. He’s grinning so hard it must hurt his face. You’re not faring much better.
You sling your bag over your shoulder, then lean forward and kiss him with a hand on the nape of his neck. Your fingers brush his skin, the sound of his pulse smoothing into yours where you touch, before you start to walk back to the gym with your back turned, where you’ll wait for Isagi to shower and go back home with you on the train.
Isagi laughs, so loudly and so boyishly, it makes you grin from where he can’t see you. The sound of his feet hitting the grass like music as he runs, runs, runs to follow.