what would you do if we never made a sound?

Chapter 1

(A/N: Inspired by the vault track of I Can See You from the Speak Now TV of Taylor Swift. Beware of tags and rating of this fic. I won't be tolerating any complaints in the comments section if I had given sufficient warnings ahead of time. Read at your own risk. I don't own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this alluring song).

You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

The raucous cheers and laughter rang out at the other side of the field in the middle of the glaring heat from the sun.

It was summer in June when they held a soccer match at their school field in Kyoto.

The seats were filled with students and parents of the players around that time.

Although he could surmise that the only reason why his parents were there was to act as a surveillance camera on his skills and his performance at the match.

They neither cared about anything else if he performed well in front of the audience and in those matches.

He stared dully at the cheering crowd while sitting on the bench after the match was over with the towel slung on his back.

"Hiori! Ya gonna go home after this?" The familiar voice of Karasu cut through his wandering thoughts and faced him fully.

"Yep. My parents would hold a celebratory dinner later and they want me ta go home early." Hiori answered.

"Oh right. Yer parents were expecting ya after this match. See ya at the school tomorrow I guess." Karasu bid him a casual goodbye.

"Yeah. See ya tomorrow." Hiori waved back idly and watched him go in silence until he was out of his sight.

It was a summer that was supposed to be filled with the normal pages of his youth around his friends.

But instead, it's torn pages of the predicted future from his adulthood that he didn't even hold in his grasp.

It's held by his parents in a vice grip around his neck and never had the soccer ball looked like an anvil on his back, keeping him drowned on the ocean bed of misery and regret.

"Damn. Isagi getting fired up suddenly out there." Igaguri's voice jolted him out of his reveries and brought him back to the present.

Hiori wiped down the sweat from his forehead as he sat down on the available benches inside their locker room, heaving a deep breath.

It was an exhausting match but he could still feel the adrenaline rush inside of him and the way his heart pounded wildly inside his chest.

There was nothing going on inside his brain except for the usual static akin to an offline device when not in use.

"It's Isagi. It's not him if he's not like that on ta field." Hiori muttered absently before he took the bottle of water beside him and twisted off the cap from the lid and drank it heartily, his gaze following Isagi's movements at the other side of the field.

Their eyes met.

Midnight blue eyes clashing against his aquamarine irises.

If he wasn't used to it, Hiori would've spat out his drink and coughed repeatedly because of that sudden, intense gaze directed by the young striker to himself.