itoshi sae, one of the top 11 football players in the world, whose name is feared and admired by many.
l/n y/n, a chaotic yet caring person trying to become a successful artist, whose name is unknown by many and cherished by few.
when these two meet...
sae's eyes lit up as he took a bite of the noodles, pausing when the savoury flavour hit his tongue. refusing to look up and meet your knowing smirk, he looked around the restaurant. he looked like a child entering a carnival for the first time, enamoured by the lights and smell of cotton candy as he ate.
"good, right?" you asked while dipping your dumpling in soy sauce and taking a bite. you smiled to yourself as he mumbled that it was alright, when he clearly thought much more.
you ate in silence for a while with only the clinks of cutlery and scuffles of feet providing white noise until sae decided to speak up.
"do you come here often?" you stopped for a moment, surprised that sae asked you something, "you look like a pig stuffing your face with those dumplings so i'm guessing you like this place."
"yeah i do," you reply, ignoring his other comment, "do you like dim sum?"
he started the conversation so you were grabbing the opportunity and making the most out of it, and this was the first time you two weren't arguing or being snarky. you could finally see what everyone else sees in this guy when he's not arguing about everything.
"it's good, i prefer italian food though," he answers before taking another bite of his noodles.
italian? classy yet casual, and incredibly arrogant. food preferences say a lot about a person and whether they were the definition of a two year old on a shot of espresso, calmer than the sea or a walking red flag.
"you look like an italian food type of guy," you shrug.
"what's that supposed to mean?" he stops and raises his eyebrow, "you look like the type to eat instant noodles twice a day."
he's not wrong but who doesn't eat an unhealthy amount of instant noodles on the daily.
"instant noodles are for life," you raise a finger at him while he looks at you, nodding along.
"i'm pretty sure the lack of proper nutrients is why you have literal black holes under your eyes, and this explains it," sae takes a sip of his coke while still maintaining that godawful monotonous face, "but if you want to look like a skeleton, that's your choice."
"you shouldn't be talking with that mahogany mountain on your head you call hair," you copy his actions looking at him in the eyes and smirk, "but hey, that's your choice."
"thought we were being civil for a second, by the way what should we have for desert."
"fine i won't hurt your precious feelings and i was thinking of fried sesame balls." you suggest taking the last bite of your dumpling.
"are you stupid?" sae scowls, "mango pudding is better, get that."
this was gonna take a while.
after you two finally finished eating and said your goodbyes early due to having lost track of time, you made it back to your apartment.
"home, sweet home," you sigh and sink down on to your couch till the doorbell rung and disrupted your small celebration.
dragging your feet and wearily opened the door, you were met with the sun, personified into a hyper bachira.
"hello spawn of satan."
"hello living skeleton." he invited himself in and leisurely took a seat on the couch. "did you get my noodles? i'm starving."
"on the counter and how was practice?" you sloped back into your seat as bachira returned, already stuffing his face.
"oh it was great! me and isagi went one-on-one and i won with like 5 to 6 or 7, before he could barely go past me but now he's putting up a good fight." he munched and rambled on about how they played for hours without getting tired. soon the noodles finished and so did his little recount. now he turned to you, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "so did you snap at him already?"
"no actually, but i don't think i will for a while, he's so complicated. i dont know what everyone sees in him to be so obsessed. instead i'm going to find out about him."
"oh?" bachira tilted his head slightly, towards you, already making little assumptions about your new interest.
"not like that, meguru, god. he's too aggravating."
"enemies to lovers type of love story, classic."
"shut up," you grabbed a pillow next to you and flung it at him, hitting his forehead. he made a sound of feigned disbelief before throwing it back at you. soon pillows were flying through the air, your laughter turning into wheezing as you both became out of breath.
the sky's blue was deepening to a navy as a marble of pinks, oranges and yellows slowly melted, the sun still visible though.
"wanna watch a movie?" you lift your head to see bachira nod and hum. "what one?"
"meet the robinsons."
"you never change. do you?"
you unlock your door and pass the remote to bachira as you pass the tv stand. he searched through netflix and put on the minions movie as you got snacks.
"this isn't meet the robinsons," you say after coming back.
"couldn't find it so minions it is."
30 minutes into the movie, your phone started ringing, an unknown number glowing on the screen.
"who is it?" bachira asks after looking at your scrunched eyebrows.
"don't know, should i pick up?"
"see what they want i guess," he lowered thr volume and looked expectantly at you.
pressing the accept button and placing it on speaker you spoke, "hello?"
"oh my god, you finally picked up.
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notes: OK SO 1) IM SO SORRY. ive been gone for nearly two months but my phones broken and the electronics shop said they'd fix it, kept it for a month and gave it back saying they couldn't do anything so i couldn't update and this happened after christmas so yeah
2) this book is NOT discontinued, it will have slower updates cus i got into an academy which is one of the top skls in my country so im gonna be busy
3) on the 31st im getting my new phone so in the 1st week of february i'll start updating regularly
4) thank you for the get well soon wishes <333 my ears r ok now
