Kyraa

Yes! Ofcccc I would love to do this as I'm also a fan of Hiorin myself and I like the concept of them! Sorry for any mischaracterisations!

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The locker room was oddly quieter than usual, not that Rin minded— He quite liked it, actually.

Not silent— the hum of the fan cut through it— but subdued. The usual loud laughter of Bachira and the shouts of Raichi had been replaced by murmured conversations and stares over shoulders back at Rin; Some staring at him with a mix of sympathy whilst others were looks of amusement for the state of the man who said he could handle anything without any inconveniences.

The fight occurred around 10 minutes ago.



Rin had said something carelessly, not put much thought into it— something along the lines of "You're way too loud and reckless, no wonder Sae was hesitant at first to give you his number." Shidou normally would've laughed it off. Rin's sharp tongue was nothing he couldn't handle— He had already grown accustomed to the constant jabs and icy attitude the younger Itoshi always shot his way.

However,

This time was different.

His grin slid off his face immediately

"What did you just say?"

Rin didn't even spare him a glance, already turning away as though the conversation was nothing but a waste of time that he could've very much been using to train.

"You heard me, lukewarm."

Silence settled quickly but was instantly washed away just as quickly as it came by Shidous humourless laugh.

'Still hiding behind your brothers name, huh?'

Rin's pace slowed to a halt— his shoulders stiffening.

"And you're still desperate for his attention just like a dog when his owners away for a few hours."

The room seemed to shrink until it was just the two of them.

One insult became two; Remarks shifting into personal insults, Each one personally designed to edge the other to their breaking point. Teammates shared uneasy looks, getting the hint to back away from the cold auras emanating from the two arguing boys as if they knew a fight was about to break out.

Unfortunately for Rin... His teammates were rightfully correct.

Shidou snapped.

He closed the distance between them in one long step—shoving Rin hard enough to send him stumbling backwards into Isagis open locker. Rin recovered almost instantly, grabbing a handful of Shidous jersey and driving him back with even more force; Both of them shouting at each other and cursing the other out loudly with little to no shame.

The next few seconds blurred into chaos.

Gloves, water bottles and football shoes— anything that could be easily thrown— were scattered across the floor as the two collided, egos too big and prideful to know when to withdraw and back down. A small selection of teammates had rushed over and started attempted to pry them apart— yelling desperately at them to stop and a few other things left unheard.

—Neither of them budged even an inch.

It wasn't until Shidou had suddenly been forcibly seperated from Rin by Yukimiyas and Karasus strong and consistent pulling did the wrestling start to die down.

Shidou had been dragged one way— still shouting over their shoulders but not bothering to try and claw his way out of their hold as he normally would've.

Leaving Rin with a split lip, a bloody nose and a currently bleeding deep cut on his cheek from what he guesses came from Shidous stupidly long nails when they were fighting. Great.



That had been about 15 minutes ago now.

Now, right here— Rin was still sitting in the middle of the room with a ringing in his ears that persisted to stay, he hadn't moved since Shidou had been pulled out of the locker room. He didn't know why but— he found the silence that wrapped around him like a cold embrace more comforting than any of Saes attempts when he was just a kid.

Sadly his head wasn't as silent as the room around him was.

Rin didn't think he ever gotten into a fight that bad with Shidou before.

I wonder what Sae would think if he—

Would Hiori... Wait why am I thinking of—

He only snapped out of the raging waves of thoughts when a soft voice called out to him. so soft that Rin didn't think it was possible— especially not to him of all people.

He shakes off the unwanted heat that's crawled its way into his chest and the sudden butterflies eliciting in his stomach— What the hell is this feeling? Rin couldn't help but wonder.

"Heya Rin? you're bleeding... Rin?"

Hioris wide, baby blue eyes were looking into the boys narrowed teal ones with obvious concern, waving his hand in front of his face in a last resort to catch his attention.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of the concern held hold in those big baby blue eyes.

Okay, yeah Rin was totally fucked.

"Oh, uh yeah... I'm fine... I'm fine... I can patch it myself." He quickly dismisses, voice cracking a bit— his ego overpowering the thought of admitting he's hurt— He's nearly 17 now. There's no way in hell he's letting this baby blue idiot patch him up when he could do it himself, stupid idiot!

It seems Rin had accidentally let out a huff of disbelief at the thought without meaning to because Hiori now held a slight smile that crept its way onto the corner of his lips, eyes twinkling with amusement before worry swiftly overrides it.

"Don't ya think it'd be better if I helped, Rin-chan? I'm real great at this typa stuff, promise."

Rin looks away for a split moment, internally deciding whether to let Hiori help him or not.

That's when he notices the first aid-kit in Hiori's grip— I wonder how soft his hands feel— Nope. Rin doesn't want to be thinking like that— shouldn't be wanting to thinking about that.

"Only this once,"

He finally concludes before pausing—

"You better not be saying you're good just for the sake of it you stupid lukewarm."

Hiori lets out a huff of laughter at that eyes twinkling with amusement once more as he realises the teal-eyed boy is back to his usual self but seriously though—did he really think he would be here if he didn't know how to do simple cleaning and bandaging? Hiori thought but he knew better than to actually say it out loud so he kept it to himself knowing the younger Itoshi would be more irritated.

"Mhm... Alright, let's get that split lip cleaned then treat the rest... But I'm helping more than just grabbing stuff and giving it to ya."

Oh. Thats right, Rin had split his lip earlier from the fight. He had forgotten, and he completely forgot he was sitting on the floor. He quickly gets up, trying not to show his embarrassment from forgetting such important things. He decides to not try to give an answer to the last sentence Hiori just said.

Rin nodded as he followed Hiori into the facility's shared bathrooms.

When inside. Rin walked over to where the sinks sitting, Hiori told him in a casual tone he was off to the storage room to get a cloth— Since that's where all the cloths and towels are. Rin nodded and turned the cold side of the tap whilst Hiori turned on his heel and walked out, shooting one last glance at Rin.

On his way to the storage room, an image suddenly popped up in his head; it was the one where Rin was sitting on the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the deep cut on his cheek from Shidous nail with a swollen lip— Hiori had to admit, he looked unbelievably hot battered up and beaten like that. If he could— he probably would've kissed Rin right then and there, talking against his lips about how fighting with people is no good and that he should stick around with Hiori instead of their other teammates.

He would've.

He really would've

Issue is Rin would end up staring at him with those beautiful, teal eyes Hiori sometimes loves to daydream about with shock— maybe even disgust, then bolt out as fast as he could like staying with Hiori was the same as standing with a ticking time bomb.

God, if only Rin liked him...

Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of the storage room, opening the door leading to it and gave a singular glance around the room—

Grey, wooden cabinets were labelled and pressed against the wall of the room, filling up the whole right side of the room— A white, metal ball cage filled to the brim with various designs of footballs was placed in the very back corner of the left side of the room meanwhile a singular table standing just beside it; slightly shorter in height had neatly stacked goalie gloves and spare water bottles sitting to one another, always there for anyone in need for spares. The walls were painted white, blue lines crossing across the walls to meet up— There was still quite some space that could be filled up with things.

Hiori walked to the cabinets, quickly found the cabinet labelled 'Cloths' and grabbed one before making his way back over to the bathrooms where Rin was currently in.

Wait, where's everyone? Usually there would be Hioris teammates walking by here at least once, either they gave him a slight wave and continued their way to wherever or even try to spike up a conversation with him.

Except there was nothing.

Hiori was suprised but not taken aback by it.

He had more important business to attend to anyways.

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He stared at a certain 'lukewarm's' back as they made their way out the room, leaving him sitting on a stool with the sound of running water occupying the silence that he would normally would've loved to sit in.

Except, Rin felt heavy-hearted when a certain baby blue eyed midfielder was so quick to leave. What the hell?

He was the little brother of the famous midfielder, the iconic Sae Itoshi.

He adored the very same Sae Itoshi,

He mirrored the very same Itoshi Sae,

From his cold, icy personality to his play style of football— his mannerisms, speech—

Down to the Very. Last. Drop

He swallowed everything he learned from the Sae Itoshi to the very depths of his core, making sure it stuck like glue there for as long as it could before Rin managed to break free from the sick childhood obsession.

Even learned from Sae to forget how to love and what it felt like,

Was this the feeling of it?

Is this the feeling of loving?

Could this be cause of the heartbreak he felt?

This concept of 'Love' ?

Rin would never know until he got a hint.

Rin hated the feeling. It made him sick down to his core— But somewhere deep inside him he liked the feeling.

Somewhere at the very back of his heart, his core, as far as he possibly could push it away from his reach.

Is it coming back slowly but gradually?

The sting from the flow of the cool water against his injured lip makes him wince,

But at least it distracts him from the storm in his head.

"Heya Rin, I'm back... have ya cleaned it yet?'

Rin jerks hard— not expecting Hiori to be back so soon.

"Mhm, have you got the cloth?"

'Of course I do Rin-chan, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Pass it over"

"Rin, Let me dry your lip. I said I'd help more than just grabbing stuff."

"Huh? No way, In your dreams."

"Rin I'll be real gentle, just let me do it..."

After a few rounds of back and forward, Rin relents under Hioris persuasion and allows him to pat his lip dry— Letting out a small sigh of defeat.

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Hiori bandage up the rest of his injuries— Rin's eyes soften unconsciously, his body melting under the soft, caring touches of the blue-haired boy. Hiori notices instantly, of course. He's always been the perceptive type of person, but he decides not to make a comment about it.

After that, they part ways.

Rin will sleep missing the gentle ministrations.

Hiori will sleep missing those teal eyes and the melting body.

Maybe one day they'll eventually find the courage.

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