Love is in the air / Isagi Yoichi

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Isagi Yoichi was having a rough day, to say the least. He lost a match that would've led him to the nationals, a match that he had poured sweat and tears into. 

It didn't help at all that his phone was cracked, face down-- outside of the pub he was just inside of in hopes of feeling better.

Tears glossed over his eyes, "No, no, no, no please-!" He whispered, crouching down.

His boyfriend came out of the pub, holding a back with leftovers from their dinner. "Yoichi? What's going on?" He stood still, strangers shoulders bumping into his from his sudden stop.

"Yoichi!" He rushed over to him, draping his own jacket over Isagi's back. "Yoichi, look at me please."

He looked up, his chest shaking-- tears cascading down his rosy cheeks. "Breath, Yoichi. Breath with me."

He tried despite how difficult it seemed at the moment and finally let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding. He choked back a sob-- instead whispering, "I spent months saving up for this stupid thing."

"I'm sorry, love. We're gonna get you a new one, okay? Keep your mind off it for now." He said, cupping Isagi's face in one of his hands, using the other to brush the hair out of his face.

Just from seeing Isagi suffer, a few tears slipped down his face. So there, in the middle of a busy sidewalk in Japan-- they cried for each other, their hands shaking.