¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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. . . miya atsumu. late night blues.

contrary to popular belief, atsumu’s social battery is not at all long-lasting.

sure, he was well-known all throughout his school, could hold a conversation to a degree, and is often seen with a lazy smile on his face as he greets his schoolmates and fans alike, but that did not mean that he didn’t get exhausted by maintaining his social quota to a higher level.

and when his social battery is leeched dry, you can immediately tell.

“what’s up, buttercup?” you quietly ask, linking your arm with atsumu’s as you two continue on with your late-night walk together.

it’s the little signs that you notice even amidst the dark surroundings. his nose scrunches ever so slightly, his mouth thins to a small pout, and he unmistakenly goes quiet all of a sudden—no matter what he was talking about prior.

“tired‘s’all,” he answers, a soft sigh emitting from him.

you hum, knowing better than to push it. “wanna head back? i can walk you home.”

“no, no.” atsumu shook his head in reply to your suggestion. “i still wanna stay with ya,” he tells you, finding solace in how the evening wind feels against his face, nearing hyogo’s idle public parks. “humor me for a moment, yeah?”

“shoot,” you snort.

he’s careful with his words.

“d’ya love me?”

“of course,” you answer without even the slightest hint of hesitation. “i love you so, so much, ‘tsum.”

he feels your grip on his hand become firm, yet it still carried that gentleness he knew and love. atsumu visibly relaxes, and a short breath of relief exhales through his mouth.

“what brought this up, hm?”

“dunno,” he answers truthfully. “just wanted ta ask.”

“‘tsumu.”

“y/n.”

“‘tsum.”

“y/n.”

“is that all there is to it?” you ask him once more. “because if something’s bothering you, you know that you can talk to me about it, right?”

“mhm,” he nods. “was a tad bit—well, felt—insecure for a second there.”

another thing was that when atsumu’s social battery ran low, it brought out impulsive thoughts that he thought had never bothered him before. those thoughts that he tried to shrug off with one of his signature quipbacks and whatnot begin to resurface once he feels vulnerable and exhausted.

“well, i love you very, very much, ‘tsum.”

“even if i do corny shit just to gain yer attention?”

“yes.”

“even if i spam your messages once class and practice is over?”

“yes.”

“even if i sometimes sulk about being the lesser twin?”

“miya atsumu,” you say, cupping his cheek. “there is no such thing as being the lesser twin when you and your brother are mentioned in the same light, ok?”

he doesn’t look entirely convinced.

“you are you, and your brother is your brother. you may be identical, but your personality is different, your handwriting is different, and how you perceive things in life is different,” you explain, steady with what you say to get your point across.

“but that doesn’t make you the ‘lesser’ twin just because he’s a bit more levelheaded, y’know?”

atsumu made a small whining sound.

“you’re miya atsumu, and you’re the only you in this world; d’ya get me?” you chuckle, peppering kisses all over his face. “you’re unique because you’re you.”

and your boyfriend practically melts and basks in your attention. reassured, and loved.

just as it should be.

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# 05 - breaking bad

— MLIST ;; otoya would kin jesse pinkman or vice versa SEND TWEET

after changing into his regular uniform, rin walked out of the gym to the parking lot to find his bike. his legs were fatigue from the constant movement of his legs and his feet were sore—he felt as though his bones may shatter at any given moment but he didn't dare pay attention to any of his bodily pain and continued to search for his bike.

he scanned the large parking lot which was mainly empty except for a few bikes and cars of the students and teachers who stayed behind to observe/participate in the clubs.

his eyes finally landed on his black motorbike which was parked directly behind one his club member's car. he walked towards it with his backpack precariously clinging onto his left shoulder. he threw the backpack down and began to ignite the engine of his bike.

before doing so, his eyes absentmindedly travelled to the car parked in-front of him due to hearing 2 familiar voices—one of the said voices belonged to his club member who went by the title "ninja" (and believed himself to be a descendant of one) while the other was the byproduct of his coach engaging in coitus.

he shrugged at first, not caring about whether or not the two teenagers were poisoning themselves. however, as he tried to situate himself appropriately on the bike, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the car, yet again.

he felt an unusual, foreign feeling in his heart—it felt heavier than usual. was it anger? rage? sadness? no, it couldn't be any of them since why would someone like him ever be upset over people like them?

eita otoya, the "ninja", was someone who rin didn't bother with much. in his eyes, eita was a rather adequate player of soccer and he acknowledged his playing skills and considered him to be a "fit" opponent. however, his skills were nowhere as rin's—it was a fact, proven multiple times.

consequently, his feelings towards yn were contradictory: he admired her bravery to ever speak up against and he admired her for calling out one of his fatal flaws yet he despised her for the same exact reason. his feelings were an oxymoron.

still, he thought of how he felt when he saw her with the white-haired soccer player—he felt heart-heavy, as if his heart had betrayed him and was unable to supply him with an adequate amount of oxygen.

today, he noticed how her eyes would always land on his figure as he played the sport. he knew that every five minutes or so, she'd turn to look at him and look away as quick.

but then, upon the arrival of eita, she didn't dare gave him something as small as a glance—her eyes remained fixated on eita and that sparked a rather unusual feeling upon his chest.

was it anger? hatred? he was unaware yet he was feeling the same way as he did then when he now looked at the lair of teenagers that were situated in a car. furthermore, eita's arm was wrapped around her shoulders while she lightly leaned towards him. he didn't know why such an action could spark such peculiar feeling within him.

merely moments later, he realised it was envy but why would he be envious of either of the pair of teenagers? he had no reason to envy eita as he was a slacker. yes, he was good at soccer but his abilities were nowhere near his nor was his education any better, in-fact, they were far worse.

now, looking at yn, why would he be envious of her of all people? she was simply too mediocre to be envied by the rin itoshi.

again, he thought, why was he so focused on his feelings all of a sudden? ever since the fallout with his dear brother, he'd only ever focused on his goal of overcoming him. he always put his feelings aside so he could focus on himself better so why now?

he thought, simply, that some meditation and yoga would fix the mess that his feelings were. hopefully.

yet upon doing so, he realised it wasn't enough. he lacked something, that he was aware of but why would he worry about such mundane concepts when he was close to becoming something much better than that?

ultimately, he decided to hide his feelings, put them aside and focus on his goal and goal only. he didn't want to be distracted yet his haphazard thoughts betrayed him.

if only, if only, if only...

for hours, he thought of ways to regain his focus on soccer and not on himself but all his attempts were futile. he was failing miserably at connecting himself to the one thing that ever gave him importance.

why? that question loomed in his head yet again but to no avail could he muster out an answer that satisfied him.

so he gave up. it was unlike him to ever stop looking for an answer but searching for this specific answer hindered his abilities so he'd search for it another time, when he finally achieved his goal.

it was a fair deal and it was enough for him.

chemistry was never one of yn's favourite classes due to a multitude of reasons. for one, it was genuinely a strenuous subject for her to understand and comprehend—the complex equations and formulas she had to remember put a stress on her brain.

secondly, nagi seishiro was her partner for this subject. she didn't mind nagi however, due to his lazy and lukewarm behavior, she couldn't understand the lesson as much since most of her time would be used up in assisting him in the subject or in the games that he played.

worst of all, she shared this class with rin itoshi.

the infamous rin itoshi—the best soccer player in her year and the younger brother of saw itoshi, himself. who wouldn't fawn and desire to know such a man?

however, unlike everyone else, yn desired nothing more than to bash the man's skull into the nearest wall.

ever since their fight, two weeks ago on her first day, he'd been avoiding her. not having small talk with her, not greeting her—he didn't even give her something as small as a glance. it was as if she never existed to him.

and it pissed her off. sure, she had her few shares of people ghosting her but to completely disregard her existence? she wasn't having it.

so, instead of longing for his attention and desiring to talk to him, she began to ignore him too.

she didn't look at him during practice, she didn't greet him like she always did. nope, nothing of the sort.

until today.

she didn't know how it happened. one minute, she was bickering with nagi about the latest valorant update and the next? her chemistry teacher, mr miyazawa, was glaring down at the both of them—with such hatred and disappointment in his eyes.

'ms ln, i know you're a good student and i believe you have the potential to become one of the best but sitting next to nagi and talking with him will only hinder your progress in my subject,' he stated, she didn't know if he was complimenting her or not.

'due to this, i believe it would be the best to separate your seats from now onwards. i feel as though you'll do better if you're sitting next to a person that's genuinely serious about my subject so that's why you'll be sitting next to rin itoshi, moving forward.'

yn's breathe was caught in her throat—she was fine with sitting next to anyone in her class but rin? no. not at all. after all, she'd been avoiding him for an entire week while he was doing it for a much longer period of time. how would he of all people help accelerate her grades? if anything, he'd distract her further.

'sir, you have to understand, i don't—can't sit next to him,' she pleaded but all her attempts were futile since no matter how much she pleaded, her teacher was stubborn and so she had to ultimately deal with the consequences of her actions and be forced to sit next to rin.

upon arriving at his desk, he didn't even do as much to even spare her a glance-his eyes remained glued to the board in-front of him. that really annoyed yn, she couldn't believe that he'd be so ignorant.

once mr miyazawa went back towards the board to resume his lesson, yn sharply turned to the man next to her. if he wouldn't talk with her then she'll just make him even if it meant losing her dignity.

'what's the matter with you?' she asked with an eyebrow raised making sure that her tone sounded annoyed and exasperated due to his behaviour.

'actually, yn, i'm made of cells—do you not even know basic chemistry?' he retorted. yn couldn't believe her ears. did rin itoshi just use sarcasm?

she scoffed loudly, 'you're insufferable.' she turned her head back towards the board and didn't bother communicating with rin any further.

however, what she was unaware of was that for a small moment—a mere millisecond, rin itoshi's lips curved at the edges. he smiled. though, it was lost as quick as it came. he didn't know why but he was rather amused by the girl's behaviour.

a sort of amusement which made him feel something foreign.

just what was happening to him?

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LIFE IS SO DRAMATIC!!

[ ibara saegusa x gn!reader — socmed au ]

02: i wish i could talk to you

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# 03 - heathers

— MLIST ;; okay so, y/n & rin's POVs were suppose to be 2 diff chapters but i didn't want to post anything small so yeah + their povs have like a 4hr difference between them.

rin was pissed, to say the least—no, saying he was angry was merely an understatement—he was exasperated due to the fact that a newcomer would dare question his soccer skills.

no one, absolutely no one ever judged his play style—every one would always compliment him and say he's tremendously good at the sport. that's how things were. only his brother ever called his skill pathetic and ever since then, he's been trying to desperately prove him wrong.

he was used to seeing his opponents cry, weep and stare at him with hatred after he obliterated them in soccer—he enjoyed seeing their distressed faces as they shouted profanities at him. he was amused by it but he knew it wasn't enough.

it's never enough. not for him, anyways.

so why was he so upset over his coach's child? he didn't know. maybe it was just him letting his guard down. he didn't want to feel vulnerable due to her claims.

however, what made him feel worse was the realization that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always be a mere copy of his brother. anything his brother could do, he could too but never to his level.

he hated it. he hated how right she was. if he really wanted to crush his dear brother's dream then he shouldn't be doing it by following and mimicking him now, should he?

but then, a horrifying thought crossed his mind, was he doing it for his goal or was he doing it to prove her wrong?

he'd been playing in this old playground for hours on end, throwing the ball into the goal, over and over again. yet as his attempts increased, he began to realise that no matter how hard he tried, he'd always just be his brother's shadow, a measly number two.

this playground was the remembrance of it-of his innocence of when he trusted his brother to show him the amazing world of football only get his dreams and heart crushed.

but, that was his goal, wasn't it? back when he was young and naive, his goal was to replace his dear brother but that got destroyed, crushed and lost.

just thinking about that memory made him want to punch a wall and scream his heart out. he hated how much his brother's words controlled his life. he was bound to them like chains to a prisoner—he was a prisoner to his brother's words.

'you sure do mimic him a lot on the field.'

those words rang in his mind again.

albeit, was it true? he hadn't watched any of his brother's match since the incident so he wouldn't know. he does remember, however, small fragments of how his brother used to play with his dominant left foot instead of the usual right. he noticed it. he noticed how correct the newcomer was. instead of using his right leg to score a goal. for the entire evening, he'd been using his left, too.

the realisation made him want to break apart his left leg. he truly despised this, so much. but could he ever change it? no, he couldn't.

but, he could focus on his own way of destroying his brother so he would no longer get this frustrated over someone else's words nor would he be just "sae's brother".

he took the ball again, which was laying near inside the goal and put it back into it's place near his leg and kicked it again into the goal, using his right this time.

he didn't care about the fatigue or the build-up of lactic acid in his legs, he just wanted to prove everyone wrong and that's what he was going to do.

he'd changed his way of scoring with his dominant leg instead of his weak one. slowly but surely, he'd change every aspect of his play style to outdo sae itoshi and leave y/n l/n speechless.

but why? why y/n and not just his brother? his only motivation for playing soccer in the first place has been because of his dear brother so why was he thinking of that newcomer now?

it was foreign to him to play soccer for another reason other than to outdo his brother but since your harsh words penetrated his ears, he hadn't been feeling like himself.

was he feeling worse? or was he getting better? he didn't know. all he knew that since he left practice today, his mind had been plagued with your face and words.

why, why, why did she have such an effect on him? she had managed to change his motivations for ever playing soccer.

no, that can't be right. he couldn't. he couldn't play for soccer for another reason other than to prove his brother wrong.

yet even so, he knew it wasn't true. he had many other reasons to play soccer—one of them was you but as long as he could convince himself that his reasons were just about his brother then maybe, just maybe he'll accomplish his goals.

yes, he'd rather live a comfortable lie than face the foreign truth and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

if he could just convince himself then maybe he'll prevent himself from ever feeling like that again.

y/n was tossing and turning across her bed as she mindlessly watched the movie that was playing on her laptop. in actuality, she was just scrolling through her phone while the movie just played in the background-any attention she had for it was lost and given to her phone, instead.

until, she got a notification from her messages app, indicating that she had been added to a groupchat by eita.

she sighed but she expected it since she exchanged numbers with the entire team earlier. she was aware that sooner or later, she'd be troubled by their constant messages.

she turned to lay on her back with her phone held directly above her face as she opened the chat to see what the issue was (since her phone had been ringing non-stop since she got added.)

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you who is so dear

-> itoshi sae x gn!reader

[ synopsis. ] with so much on your plate, your health was the last thing on your mind. and even when you started feeling unwell, you decided to push through. however, your boyfriend wasn’t so okay with this problem solving method of yours

[ content warnings. ] none. (can you believe it??)

[ word count. ] to be counted

[ author’s note. ] (new layout!) wow. my first non-angst fic. this is such a huge milestone honestly :x this was also super self-indulgent. i’ve been getting sick a lot recently though it’s nothing unusual (i have a terrible immune system) so this just kinda made me feel better i suppose.

“i’m home!”

you groan a bit, both as a response to your boyfriend’s greeting and as something to convey your current state.

you can almost hear the furrow of his eyebrows when he speaks, “what’s wrong?”

you’re hyper focused on the laptop in front of you, and in the dim light, the white light spreads across your face, painting your face a sickly shade. you keep typing on the keyboard and hear the soft footsteps of your boyfriend approach you slowly. yet you still don’t turn around or pause the work on your hands.

sae stands beside you and leans down a bit to stare at your screen, only to find that you’ve been cranking out an incredibly long essay for class. the crease between his eyebrows deepens as he captures your hands that continued to dance across the keyboard in an attempt to stop you. however, you only whine and slip your hands out of his larger ones to continue typing.

sae obviously did not like this behavior of yours. he grabs the back of your laptop and closes it slowly, giving you a bit of time to react and pull your hands away. it was this motion that finally allowed him to see your beautiful, yet distraught features, as you look up at him.

“please, sae,” you softly groan, “i have to finish this.”

he ignores your comment, and the tension between his eyebrows doesn’t let up as he looks at you. “you don’t look well.”

you run a hand through your hair, “uh,” now that you have a bit of a breather, you realize that you were indeed not feeling that good, “maybe i don’t feel the best. but it’s not a big deal.”

he brings an arm up and presses the back of his hand against your forehead softly. you notice how concern and worry fill his eyes as he retracts his hand.

“you’re burning, y/n.”

you raise a hand of your own to confirm his words, and when your hand comes into contact with your forehead, your eyes widen in surprise.

“whoa. i am hot. i thought that warm feeling was just a headache. i didn’t expect it to be my actual body temperature.”

“i can’t believe you got sick again. you’re such a dumbass, you know? who gets sick every week?”

your figure grows impossibly smaller, sinking into the couch even more as you listen to him scold you. “me,” you respond quietly.

“yes, you. only someone as irresponsible as you,” sae stands straight and heads for the medicine cabinet, “have you been taking your pills?”

“what pills?”

you hear the irritation in his voice as he replies. he’s probably filled with annoyance right now. he always hated it when you don’t take care of yourself.

“what do you mean what pills?” sae scoffs, shocked that you don’t remember, “the supplements the doctor gave you last time. you know, to help with your immune system?”

“ohh…i don’t remember if i did, if i’m honest.”

you hear sae counting something in the back, probably trying to figure out if you have taken your pills or not. “well, you haven’t. you forgot two doses.”

he pours a glass of warm water and grabs your supplements. walking over to the cabinet, he reached for the bottle of fever medicine before walking back towards you. “i seriously don’t understand how you survived this long. with your character, i wouldn’t be surprised if you died three years ago.”

“hey, i take care of myself just fine.” sae gives you a pointed look and your confidence decreases a bit. “well, that’s why i have you,” you joke, hoping to soothe his irritation a bit. you look up at sae as he stands over you, giving him a loving smile.

he passes you the bottles of pills and you take them. he sets the glass of water on the table in front of you.

“you’re such a nuisance,” he responds. and although his words are harsh, you know he doesn’t mean it genuinely.

“oh, but you love me.”

a slight tint appears on the tips of his ears, and even though that’s enough to give him away, you still play ignorant when he opens his mouth to deny your statement.

“just eat your medicine,” sae responds. after he watches you down pills after pills, he grabs your laptop. “come on now, go to sleep. it’s late.”

“but i didn’t finish yet. this thing-”

“i’ll finish it for you. get your rest. it’s more important right now.”

“but-”

before you can finish your sentence, sae grabs your wrist before gently dragging you after him as he heads for your bedroom. as you trail behind him, you smell the clean scent of his soap and you automatically start feeling better already. after all, you’re in the company of someone who loves you so much.

sae ushers you into the comfort of your shared bed, and he proceeds to tuck you in. “i’ll work in bed right next to you, so you don’t have to worry. just go to sleep first. i’ll finish pretty quickly.”

he climbs into the bed next to you, and you move over a bit so you can lean into his body heat. he moves closer to you in response as well. he begins typing on your keyboard and speaks without breaking his focus. “your only job right now is to get better, okay? can’t have my s/o getting sick all the time, now, can i?”

you pull the blanket underneath your eyes and you stare at his profile. “i love you,” you say.

and even if you always wish for him to say it back, you know he wouldn’t. he’s just like that. he turns to look down at you and replies with his usual, “i know,” reaching a hand to comb through your hair. the corners of his lips tug up slightly, smiling at your confession as if it was the first.

you feel your eyes droop as they struggle to stay open. and eventually, you fall asleep to the sound of sae typing on the keyboard.

a sound that proves he loves you too.

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hiii can I request flinching in an argument with Reo, and Sae

the two of you had argued before. it wasn't a new concept, but it surely was a rare one. it was usually over petty things for you were both stubborn and hardly malleable. but you were also compatible, you loved each other dearly, you worked well together. even in moments similar to this where you felt frustrated you did not stop loving him, even for a second.

but those were moments similar to this, not this exact, specific, one.

he was yelling something. you had already drained his voice out, you couldn't hear him and you didn't want to. there was something cutting into your chest, bruising you like the sun did to the evening sky. you swore you could feel blood trickling down your body as your heart gave in.

and suddenly all the numbness vanished and your senses heightened. every rustling of the curtain, birds chirping outside, the electricity in the light bulbs and his harsh tone when he snapped at you.

"are you even listening to me?"

your eyes focused on him. he was so beautiful most of the time. why was he being so gruff all of a sudden? this was just some petty argument was it not? so why did you feel your body tense up and a stinging tear fill up your eye?

but he kept staring at you silently, face growing more and more forlorn.

"are you alright?"

you thought it was quite obvious you weren't fine. what a pathetic question. you don't just think this, you physically voice it aloud. "what do you think?"

"i'm so–" he stopped himself from saying anything. all he did was step closer to you. his presence wasn't comforting, as it used to be. it wasn't warm or inviting. and it was anything but desired. and he knew all this, he knew he had hurt you, and he was probably the last person you wanted to see but he hated to see you cry. and closing his eyes would not be enough to rid him of the image of you in pain.

"stay away from me–"

he wasn't one to listen. he wasn't one to admit his faults and mistakes. and he was surely not one to physically console. but it was you.

he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and gently guided your head into his chest. he kissed your crown lightly as he stroked your hair. it was like he was lulling you to sleep. and you heard him whisper sweet promises, telling you he would never do such a thing again, and how he regretted it as soon as he raised his voice.

you felt detached from him even with the apology. you wondered if he would have ever felt guilty if you were just a bit better at hiding your emotions. if he had never seen you cry, would he care? the thoughts clouded your mind, and all you could do was sob in his chest until you heard it. and the words struck your heart.

"i'm so in love with you. please, let me get better."

hi :)

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# 02 - afterhours

— MLIST ;; second chapter ! this is the most i've written in forever.

for the one thing she was genuinely interested and was excited for was the only thing she wouldn't get. hours and minutes faded into one another. it was exhausting to know that time was so merciless, so torturous—it wouldn't give her the only thing she desired.

she dreaded the entire day, waiting, begging to see the soccer team of this school. the only thing that genuinely kept her sanity intact was reo sitting in-front of her and nagi to her right.

most of her classes were spent with reo mumbling jokes or snarky comments about the teachers, never failing to make her laugh. at times, she'd get scolded but she didn't care—she enjoyed reo's company too much.

a part of her die feel guilty for allowing herself to relax and be fond of reo—she felt as though she was betraying her old friends yet even so, her feelings of enjoyment and anticipation to admire this school's soccer team outweighed the guilt.

eventually, the last bell rang, indicating it was time to go home or rather, for y/n to find solace with her new situation.

the purple-haired man, turned sideways to look at the woman behind him with a wide smile across his face, 'i can finally show you how amazing our team really is!' he spoke, with such enthusiasm that it reminded y/n of someone dear to her.

reo turned his back to nagi—who rested his head and arms on the table, it looked as if he was sleeping but he was very wide awake—and nagi instantly climbed onto the man's back, 'let's go,' he slurred.

an odd duo, y/n thought; she didn't dare utter a word and only observed them from afar.

she trailed behind them, walking through mazes and mazes of corridors until they reached their designated place.

the school was quite large and y/n couldn't observed her surroundings very well as her mind was filled thoughts regarding the team.

'ready to see japan's best?' asked reo to which she nodded with an excited smile spread across her features—an excitement she could no longer contain.

the doors opened and she was greeted with the familiar setting of a soccer field: benches urronded the entire arena, the pitch was adorned with the white markings and the goals were neatly situated on opposite ends of the fields.

the sound of reo's voice snapped the young woman out of her thoughts of admiration for the field: 'everyone! i'd like you to meet our coach's daughter—y/n l/n!'

his rather over-dramatic announcement caught the attention of the most of the players who took their turn in introducing themselves to her.

one thing she noticed right off the bat about this team was that they all appeared really athletic and determined unlike the team from her old school, she could tell that this team was indeed serious about soccer.

6 men introduced themselves to her in total: a tall, giant of a man with beautifully long, silky black hair that adorned his sharp facial features; his looks strongly reminded y/n of her old friend, chigiri hyoma but their personalities were far from similar.

another was a man who looked rather stoned and spoke in very casual dialect; he had white hair a few of his strands loosely covered his hair and some strands were dyed. he also had a beanie. 'yo, i'm eita otoya, nice to meet you man—you're really hot,' he'd said; a compliment to which y/n could only nod and awkwardly greet herself to.

the third was the most gorgeous man y/n had ever laid her eyes on. the man had such a beautiful, well-structured physique. to her, he felt as though he was the embodiment of a soccer player. furthermore, she couldn't help but stare at his gorgeously thin hands—they were so delicate, so gentle...

'hello! i'm kenyu yukimiya. it's an honour to meet you, i can't believe you're mr l/n's daughter!' y/n was too entranced by the man's ethereal features that she didn't even realise he'd begun to talk to her. upon realisation (thanks to reo's awkward nudging on her shoulder) she slurred a greeting back, mentally slapping herself and wishing to dissolve on the concrete floor.

the other players introduced themselves as nikko, karasu and zentetsu. but, before she could get acquainted well enough with any of them, the door opened loudly, indicating the entrance of another.

a tall man entered, he had white, messy hair that was spiked up as if he'd been electrocuted. he had a wickedly dangerous smile on his face—a sort of warning to y/n, telling her that he was trouble.

'that's shidou ryusei, he's one of our best players but he's kinda a narcissist,' reo informed her. 'i don't like him,' grumbled nagi.

shidou's garish pink eyes landed on the newcomer and a smirk was forming on the corner of one side of his lips. he trudged over to the woman, bending his head down a bit to be at an eye-level with her.

'so! who are you?' he inquired, the same smile on his face. 'y/nl/n,' she spoke, maintaining eye-contact with him.

his eyes widened in shock, 'the coach's daughter? i reckon you're good at soccer then?' he asked further. his second question made y/n want to run far away from him.

y/n wasn't given a chance to answer as shidou froze in his place due to a hand being placed on his shoulder by another team member: 'c'mon now, ryu, why're you trying to scare off the girl, hmm?' the voice belonged to kenyu.

'don't call me ryu!' he exclaimed, swatting the man's hand away and moving towards the center of the field for warm-ups.

'sorry about that, he's a little intimidating at first but once you get to know him...' kenyu trailed off, staring at the distance. 'anyways! you're just here to watch, right?' he quickly changed the subject. y/n replied with a yes and moved towards the benches so she could watch and observe their play from afar.

as she walked, she noticed a player that she hadn't seen before. the player had a strong, toned body and dark black hair that reminded her of a void. he also had shockingly teal eyes. he looked serious.

reo was trailing behind her to make sure his guest was being comfortable, y/n turned to him to ask about the mysterious player.

'itoshi rin, he's our captain,' reo informed her. even though she had just met him, she could immediately tell why he was chosen for such a position.

a whistle blew and a familiar looking man entered the view—y/n's father.

'right so, that's my cue. anyways, hope this'll make you realise that we're the best team ever,' reo smiled.

'we'll see about that,' y/n remarked as reo left the benches and went ahead to assemble in-front with the other players.

she'll finally get to see if the team truly lived up to it's hype.

at first, the team was forced to do warm-ups and laps across the stadium, pretty tedious in y/n's eyes. so, she decided to text some of her old friends but before doing so, she said a quick greeting to her father who was carefully monitoring the soccer team. her father, in turn, didn't say much and only gave her a small smile.

she opened up her phone and allowed the cacophonous sounds of teenage complaints dull into just meaningless background noise.

y/n quickly shut her phone off. she embarrassingly put it to the side as she didn't want to endure any of hyoma's scolding through texts.

her eyes turned to the pitch in-front of her, she noticed that the 10 players had formed into groups of 5, meaning that they would be having a friendly, practice match—the exact reason she came here.

she noticed that reo and nagi were in the same team, she gave them both a 'thumbs up' and diverted her attention to the remaining 8 players. on reo's team were also karasu, rin and nikko whereas the other players were on the opposite teams.

a whistle blew indicating the match had started.

she noticed all the players and the way they all harnessed their strengths for just a simple match.

reo was shockingly good at mimicking his opponents moves whereas nagi would always be near him to assist him. however the one that stood out the most to y/n was rin itoshi, his play style reminded her of a famous, young japanese player—sae itoshi.

the resemblance between the two was uncanny: the hair, the eyelashes even the physique of those two were similar—there was no way they weren't related.

during the match, she came to realise and conclude that rin was most likely his younger brother. yet even so, she couldn't help but notice many of the flaws in his play style.

by looking at rin, she could tell he was strong and an overall good player however, she still noticed how much he lacked and that was mainly due to how he'd try mimic sae itoshi.

it was a "first to three goals wins" match and surprisingly, rin's team won—y/n was sure that it would've been shidou's team not the other one.

'good work, rin, shidou,' she heard her father compliment the two players; shidou had a scowl across his face whereas rin only nodded.

y/n walked down to the place where the team members were, reo was the first to greet her: 'so! what do you think?'

'you guys didn't lie about being one of the best,' she responded and got a quick 'i told you so!' from the purple-haired man.

however, instead of getting acquainted with the other players, y/n's thoughts were plagued by a question she just had to ask the team's captain.

but she relented and proceeded to ask her new friend, instead. 'is that rin guy sae itoshi's brother?' she inquired.

it seemed we thought the entire place stopped, reo's face was filled with unease, as if to tell her that she'd messed up. an awkward, in comforting silence befell the room but before reo could break it and inform y/n of rin's familial life, rin informed her, instead.

'sae's an idiot; don't mention me and him in the same sentence,' he warned, his voice was aloof and cold, his stare on you was intense as if he was restraining himself from chocking you.

'so does that mean that you and him—' you presses further but you didn't even get to finish your question when rin cut you off, 'yes and don't ever mention it again.'

'y'know, for someone who claims to hate sae so much, you sure do mimic him a lot on the field,' when y/n said this, the entire team looked at her like she'd spoke the most heinous sentence ever.

reo in the background was making signs with his hands, telling her to stop yet it did nothing but make y/n want to get under his skin even more.

rin didn't say anything but she noticed how his figure tensed up and how his grip on his water bottle tighten—he really did despise his idol.

'i'm leaving and don't ever talk to me again,' rin spoke as he left the stadium. anger was pulsing though his entire body and he didn't know if he wanted to melt down and cry or punch the nearest wall or both.

after he left, the entire team's eyes landed on the teenager. no one spoke except for karasu who asked: 'what's wrong with you?' followed by eita who said: 'that was so cool, man.'

y/n didn't say anything except for 'i don't like him,' and she shrugged her arms.

shidou's smile grew wider—he enjoyed watching this scene unfold, 'me neither but you don't see me picking a fight with him,' he spoke, 'not most of the time, anyway. the last time i brought up his brother, he nearly strangled me.'

shidou's warning only made y/n want to bother him further—rather than being intimidated by the man, she was much more intrigued. she wanted to know exactly what his brother had done to him in order to make him act like this.

'deserved,' mumbled nagi when he heard shidou's recount but that didn't go unnoticed by the white haired man who marched up to nagi to confront him.

'if you don't want to die because of rin then don't mention rin's brother,' spoke karasu with a hint of amusement to his tone; it was clear that he, too, enjoyed watching rin get all frustrated over the mere uttering of his brother. 'yeah you're too hot to die,' added eita.

it was just here first day but y/n had somehow managed to get acquainted with her new school's soccer team and also find a mystery to solve. she wouldn't dare admit it but somehow, rin had piqued y/n's interest and she was dying to know more about him.

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