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Goodnight, Sleep Tight

A/N: I know there’s more demand for smut in general; but I am feeling soft. Also not me not really liking or disliking Rin, but choosing him to write for just because I wanted a third to ineffectively deny my bias for Nagi and Karasu.

Warnings: All my fics have characters aged up to at least mid-20s.

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Finding you on the couch sleeping as you wait up for them.

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi huffs a relieved sigh when he enters your shared apartment. Quietly locking the door and changing into his slippers, yawning widely as he grumbles about the late night training sessions. He doesn’t even bother unpacking his bag, just dropping it on the table – it can wait for tomorrow. It’s only when he bumps into the sofa that he notices your sleeping form curled under a blanket.

“Ah, angel,” he pauses, partly contemplating on leaving you there (the audacity) but he adores you too much. Also, it’s now harder (near impossible) for him to sleep without you beside him anyways. So he carries you to the bedroom, easily lifting you up and careful not to jostle you. As you slumber on the mattress, he quickly grabs a change of clothes and brushes his teeth. (“Hygiene is such a hassle.”)

You only stir awake when he settles in beside you, arm around your body as he pulls you over his chest. Nagi softly shushes you, “‘S okay, angel, am home. Go to sleep.” Mimicking his yawn, you mumble incoherently, burying your face in his chest as you go back to sleep.

Karasu Tabito

Karasu frowns when he enters the apartment, wondering why the lights were still on in the living room. His frown turns into a soft smirk, letting out a fond chuckle when he sees you dozing away on the couch, blanket lying on the floor.

He flicks a strand of hair away from your peaceful face, gazing and admiring you for a moment. “Shouldn’t have stayed up fer me, princess.” With a sigh, he throws his bag over his shoulder, picks up the blanket, and lifts you up all in one go. He couldn’t help but yawn as he brings the both of you to the bedroom, half rationalizing to just skip a change of clothing; but he knew he’d regret not getting fresh clothes.

When he’s done with his nightly routine, he drags his sore and exhausted body next to you, accidentally bumping into you. You sleepily squint at him, throwing an arm around his torso, incoherently whining as you try to drag him closer to you. Karasu snorts, “Oops, s’rry. Yeah, yeah, ‘m here. Go back t’ sleep, princess.” He tightens his arm around you as he follows you into slumber.

Itoshi Rin

Rin betrays how exhausted he feels when he bumps into a corner as he enters the living room. Muttering some curses as he puts away his things, he also won’t admit how he got startled when he hears a thump from the sofa. Squinting in the dark, he recognizes you sleeping away on said couch, your arm having knocked over your phone to the ground.

He approaches you slowly, “Dumbass, why are you sleeping here?” Yet his tone is soft, barely above a whisper, a rare fondness seeping into his eyes. He leaves you there for a bit, going to wash his face and brush his teeth; before returning for you.

With a sigh, he takes great care in carrying you to bed, making sure not to wake you. When he lies beside you, he hesitates. You stir awake and stare sleepily at him, and he freezes guiltily with an arm in the air, unsure how to hold you. Rin grunts when you suddenly throw your weight on him, shuffling into a comfortable position as you go back to sleep. His arm finally rests around you, “Goodnight, dumbass.”

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[ DEAL ] ITOSHI SAE.

sae’s strict.

his schedule’s packed and his time is precious and he doesn’t waste a second on the clock. you’re pretty sure his body doesn’t need the blaring alarm in the early hours of the morning—you’re almost certain he can wake up on his own.

and it’s dreadful, it’s downright torturous when you’re pulled from the clutches of sleep by the shrill noise of his phone—but even worse is the warmth of his chest being peeled from under you, his body slowly climbing out of bed and leaving you alone.

“no,” you whine, “sae, it’s cold.”

“there’s a blanket here for a reason,” he mumbles—and he doesn’t even sound tired, doesn’t even sound like the achingly long hours of practice and the few hours of sleep bother him in the slightest.

“it’s not the same,” you say woefully, staring up at him. to your credit, you try, you really do. you try to give him your best pout, tugging his wrist gently to convince him back into bed.

but sae’s strict—he doesn’t skip a single thing off his schedule, and he doesn’t waste a single second in the process.

“don’t be dramatic. it’ll keep you warm,” he insists. he flicks your forehead gently, pulling the covers over your body and tucking them under your chin. “good?”

“no,” you huff.

he gives you a blank stare, eyeing you before moving to leave the bed again. but you have other plans, much more important plans than the stupid morning jog he insists on every day. you’re already clinging to him before he can fully rise, face buried into his back as your arms wrap around his waist.

“sae, i’ll die. do you want me to freeze to death?”

“it’ll be silent at least,” he grumbles, pulling a gasp from you. and you don’t see it, but there’s a twitch of his lips, a small fond smile painting across his features at the way you huff at his statement.

“you’re rude,” you grumble, “just give me like…fifteen more minutes, please?”

“five,” he bargains.

“twenty.”

“that’s not how that works,” he raises a brow, making you giggle as you curl into the sheets. he stares, watches the traces of sleep linger in your eyes, watches as the sun pouring through the cracks of the curtains makes them a shade lighter, watches as you throw him that sickeningly sweet grin.

and then he’s back under the covers—and it happens before he can even register it, before he even fully understands what he’s doing. sae’s not sure why he lets you have your way, but his body’s tugged before he can even lay down properly, your cheek snuggled against his bicep as you hug his arm.

he thinks maybe he doesn’t mind it as much as he should.

and then he looks down at you, sees the way you give him that giddy smile, “i knew you’d cave. thirty more minutes, kay?”

“we agreed five,” he says flatly.

“sae, we did not.”

“okay, seven—”

“i raise you a great offer,” you cut him off, “twenty and i’ll even make breakfast.”

“it’s your turn anyway.”

“you’re a terrible business partner,” you pout, and he chuckles—in that soft, quiet way he only does around you, in that way where his eyes are crinkled and his smile is fond and his chest rumbles.

itoshi sae is beautiful like this, under the morning sun against your skin, when he lets you lace your fingers with his as his eyes soften just a little.

“ten,” he mumbles, “that’s my last offer.”

“fifteen and i’ll wash the dishes,” you plead. and you’re a cheater, he thinks, using dirty tricks as you lean up and press a delicate kiss to his cheek, trailing them along his jaw so convincingly, he closes his eyes and forgets for a moment about that strict schedule of his. he forgets about his morning run and practice and that match that’s coming up—because you’re here, and your lips are gentle and your voice is sweet as it murmurs, “i love you.”

“you’re cheating,” he mumbles, hand tightening its grip on yours. you smile, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead as you press a delicate kiss there too.

“‘s not cheating,” you hum, “it’s called good business tactics.” and then your lips hover over his own, and they’re so agonizingly close, so close that he can practically feel the soft press even as they don’t close the gap.

he waits for you to fill the space between you, aching for a taste of you, aching for you to press against him and complete every part that’s missing.

and almost like you know, almost like you know he’s waiting, you pull away, denying him what he craves so desperately.

there’s a grin on your face with just a hint of trouble in your eyes as you whisper, “twenty. deal?”

“you said—”

you peck the corner of his mouth, so close yet so far from where he needs you, “twenty and i promise i’ll let you leave on time tomorrow.”

“that’s a lie,” he snorts, “that was yesterday’s deal.”

“you keep agreeing,” you shrug.

“fine,” he sighs, “twenty. this is the last time,” he warns.

“kay, deal,” you nod. and it’s never really the last time—he knows you’ll tug him back into bed tomorrow too, just like today, just like yesterday, just like always.

sae’s strict, but maybe not so much with you. he’ll keep letting you have your way—he’s not entirely sure why, but maybe he understands a little when your lips finally press against his, firm and gentle at the same time, slow yet so desperately needy.

i love you, he says through extra morning cuddles and slow kisses and fond flicks to your forehead. i love you, you hear through the slow circles he rubs against the small of your back, through the blanket pulled over your shoulders and tucked under your chin, through that soft look he only has around you.

“you’re so annoying,” he grunts.

“you’re just mad because you suck at making deals,” you giggle.

“yeah? hope you have fun washing the dishes,” he smirks, and because he’s every bit of a cheater as you, he flicks your forehead as you whine, that quiet chuckle rumbling from his chest again.

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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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