feelings that can't be put into words ||rinsagi||

consequences

So there Rin was. Outside, just in front of the club. He had put his coat loosely around Isagi just in case he had gotten cold, though he had also doubted that because of the amount of alcohol Isagi had drunk. Rin himself was slightly tipsy and he was definitely not cold, he was quite the opposite actually. He made Isagi lean against himself and wrapped one of his arms around his back, holding onto his waist.

The fifteen minute walk when he was coming to the club turned into a much longer return as he supported the other through the streets but he was glad that his legs hadn't given up just yet.

Isagi wasn't saying anything, he wasn't trying to start a conversation. He wasn't tailing Rin from behind, he wasn't trying to catch up to him. It was different from when they were walking towards their dorms. It felt out of the ordinary but it couldn't have felt more right. Isagi was right by his side. For a split second, Rin thought that he would rather walk like that everyday instead of walking like they had an invisible wall between each other. A wall Rin had constructed.

It took him a while to become aware of what he was thinking and as soon as he did he quickly shook his head, as if it was going to erase his thoughts. Other than the sounds of the nightlife in the streets, he could hear a rapid thumping sound. It felt closer than everything he was hearing. Was that his heart?

He was almost thankful when he saw the sign of their hotel, it was going to save him some thinking. Some thinking about what was wrong with his heart, which he was most probably going to do just before he slept that night.

He headed inside and pulled Isagi along with himself through the lobby and towards the elevator. "Okay, what number is your room?" he asked once they were inside. Silence. "Hey Isagi, what is your room number?" he tried again but got the same treatment. Was Isagi asleep or something? He looked over his shoulder. Isagi was in fact not asleep, heck he looked even better than before. So he just wasn't going to cooperate. Maybe he was getting back at Rin for acting like a cold bitch everyday after practice. "Whatever." he muttered and pressed his own room's floor.

The doors opened with a 'ding' and Rin guided the rest of the way as well. He let go of Isagi to take his room card out of his pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open and beckoning the shorter boy to get inside. He followed right after and closed it once he was inside. As Isagi took the coat Rin had put around him and placed it on the hanger near the door, Rin placed the room card in the slot on the wall which made the lights turn on.

Now that they were in a room with enough lighting, Rin could see everything much better and that included Isagi. He hadn't properly looked at him ever since getting into the hotel but now he was in front of him with his slightly flushed face. Rin forgot to breathe for a moment.

He looked away and distracted himself by going towards the closet in the room. He had already unpacked his clothes earlier that day, before their match. "You might want to change clothes, I'll lend you something for now since you refuse to tell me your room's number." he spoke turning his back to Isagi and going through the few pieces of clothing he had brought.

He didn't have an extra pair of sweats and only had a long sleeved shirt so he pulled that out along with his own pajamas. Isagi was going to have to make do with his own pants. He turned back again and handed the shirt to the older, who was still standing where he had left him. "You can wear this, I don't have any spare sweats. I'm pretty sure there's an extra towel in the bathroom, you can take a shower if you want since you seem to have sobered up a bit." he explained. Isagi nodded and said a short 'thanks' before heading to the bathroom.

Rin took the opportunity to change into his pajamas and got onto the bed. He took the remote from the side table and turned on the TV which was on the wall right in front of him. He started going through the channels and randomly stopped on a tennis match broadcast. He could hear the sound of water hitting the floor, coming from the bathroom. He thought about making coffee for himself and Isagi to sober up but he had already drank a cup that day and the shower was probably going to help Isagi enough so he decided not to. After a while, the sound of the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened with a creak, Isagi walking out and nearing the bed.