(A/N: Read the tags before proceeding to read downwards. If you value your chastity, then this server is not the right place for you. But if you're okay with Nanase's pining, lusting and having an imaginary sex with his sexy mentor, Rin, then read ahead. I don't own anything from the franchise. Inspired by the song, "Guilty as Sin?" in the new album of Taylor Swift, "The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology." Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this sexy song.)
Drowning in the Blue Nile
He sent me 'Downtown Lights'I hadn't heard it in a while
My boredom's bone deepThis cage was once just fine
Am I allowed to cry?I dream of cracking locks
Throwing my life to the wolvesOr the ocean rocks
Crashing into him tonightHe's a paradox
I'm seeing visions, am I bad?Or mad? Or wise?
"Do you understand what I'm talking about bumpkin?" Rin's exasperated voice made Nanase blink at him owlishly and he sported out an apologetic smile afterwards.
"Ah, sorry about that Rin... I'm just focus on what you're trying to tell me... Didn't mean to come across as unresponsive." He apologized, inwardly praying that Rin wouldn't notice that he was just gawking at him like an idiot and let his mind wander aimlessly at the sight in front of him.
Rin was a walking paradox on an occasional basis.
Sometimes Nanase thought he reminded him of a lone but ferocious wolf. Ready to devour or snarl at everyone who would trespass on his own space and privacy.
Furthermore, Rin wouldn't subject himself to the whims of the other players like with Shidou and Charles who'd playfully tease him until he was chasing them both down in the hallways because his thinly veiled patience had finally snapped like a rope breaking out from its trunk.
Nevertheless, Nanase would experience whiplash at Rin's sudden display of consideration and helpfulness in his own way even if his classic scowl was permanently etched on his face.
Rin was patient enough to train him even if the former had stated clearly that he's a shit of a player and there's no merit in mentoring him.
Certain moments like this Nanase couldn't help himself...
...
But to admire him like this.
In a perpetual motion of stillness, Nanase could only gaze at him silence over the masquerade of intense focus at what the other was babbling about soccer and techniques.
When in reality, Nanase was already drowning in the depths of those beautiful pair of teal eyes and a grumpy yet stunning face that continued to haunt yet mesmerized him at the same time.
And he wasn't sure on what to do with himself and these thoughts alone.
"Then I have to test your ambidexterity now to see if you really understand what I taught you." Rin replied bluntly.
Nanase was in a mess and so was his heart which was on the verge of falling for him without any parachute in sight.
What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh
Only in my mind?One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh what a way to dieI keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kissHow I long for our trysts
Without ever touching his skinHow can I be guilty as sin?
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fatal fantasies
FanfictionSomeone told me There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk - Or Nanase and the waves of wanting for the one that he could never have to begin with.
