ISAGI HAREM

Praise me! Praise me!

Akuji_Dali

Relationships: Isagi Yoichi/Everyone, Isagi Yoichi/Nagi Seishirou, Chigiri Hyouma/Isagi Yoichi, Isagi Yoichi/Mikage Reo, Bachira Meguru/Isagi Yoichi, Isagi Yoichi/Michael Kaiser

Tags: Fluff, Isagi Yoichi Has a Harem, Praise Kink, Cotton Candy, Everyone wants Isagi's praises

Summary:
Isagi Yoichi was a crass man and the true definition of an egomaniac. With his sharp tongue, he could tarnish your pride in mere seconds, leaving nobody to expect that he had a softer side capable of awakening desires hidden within the deepest crevices of the Blue Lock players.

Alternatively,
the 4 times Isagi praised someone and the 1 time when he didn't.

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"Get out of my way, genius."
That phrase loops in Nagi's thoughts like a reel on repeat.
He never thought that something that could distract and bother him would be none other than Isagi Yoichi.

Playing football felt more like a chore than a fun activity for Nagi. If Reo hadn't pushed him to play, he wouldn't have considered joining their high school's soccer club. The only enjoyable aspect of football was getting favors from Reo.

Although he was also thankful to the purple-haired player for encouraging him to play. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have been invited to this psychotic project by that egomaniac adult, and he wouldn't have met Isagi. Losing was one thing, but losing and having your ass grilled and handed back to you on a silver platter was different.

Something sparked inside him and ignited a deep-seated curiosity and obsession. He was suddenly consumed by a burning desire to delve deeper into the world of football, to run and kick the ball towards the goal. With each successful strike that sent the ball into the net, he couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull from those piercing blue eyes fixed upon him. It was as if they held him captivated, dragging him into an abyss of unending fascination.

"Nagi!"
The white-haired player snapped out of his thoughts and return his focus to his current predicament.
"We're in the middle of a match, you fucker! Get your head out of the gutter," he heard the knuckle-headed-wanna-be-king scream at him, to which he replied with a scoff.

Asshole. And he even rhymed!

Dribbling the ball forward with agility and finesse, he effortlessly maneuvered past the formidable figure of the mohawk king, leaving him trailing in his wake. With unwavering determination, he surged towards the 18-yard box, his heart pounding in anticipation. As he approached the perfect angle, his eyes locked onto the goal, his focus unyielding.

Planting his left foot firmly, a few inches away from the ball, he stretched his right thigh muscles as he pulled it back with all the accumulated frustrations he couldn't linger on earlier.

A second passed. A release of breath.
The world around him blurred into insignificance as he propelled the ball forward with an explosive strike, directly on the upper right of the net, stretching it back. A soft ping was heard in the background of his mind, indicating an earned point.

Nagi can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins after shooting the goal. It was exhilarating. Something he didn't appreciate before meeting Isagi. Nothing could match the high he was feeling right.

Then he felt a hand on his hair, which ruffled it softly.
Isagi-standing on his tip toes due to their height difference- smiled up at him while saying, "You did amazing, Nagi."
"..."
Ah, shit.

If he had felt like he was floating earlier, he was now undeniably soaring in the sky upon hearing those words.

Without a moment's hesitation, Nagi gracefully bent his back, positioning his head in the crevice between Isagi's shoulder and neck. His hands gently traveled to the expanse of Isagi's small back, drawing him closer, longing for the other's tenderness. Isagi responded with a soft chuckle, playfully tousling Nagi's hair, like an indulgent mother to her young.