ISAGI HAREM

(2) 🍋🍋 Fell For The Bait (and what about it)

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Itoshi Rin x Isagi Yoichi

"I love you, Isagi!" Bachira exclaims cheerfully, sticking close to Isagi as if wanting to fuse with him.

The table groans for the fifth time that day. Aryu had already reminded them that their blatant public display of affection was killing his style. His complaint was then backed up by an anxious Tokimitsu who had averted his eyes too many times to count due to embarrassment. However, no matter how much they stick their tongue out in disgust, Bachira let those comments fly over his head. The two always find creative ways to cling to each other, Bachira being the main instigator for such.

Isagi laughs off the casual confession, ruffling his hair. Bachira sparkled in response, nuzzling deeper into Isagi's shoulder.
Rin brings his fists down the table. The thunderous sound echoes throughout the dining room, startling Tokimitsu to have him clambering into Aryu's lap. Isagi blinked owlishly at him, a question of 'what the hell is your problem?' flickering through his eyes.

Rin sent a glare his way and spared another for the leech slobbering himself all over the boy. He drops down on the unoccupied seat next to Isagi, situating himself on his right while Bachira is on his left.
His quartet exchanged confused glances, wondering why of all people, Rin would decide to eat with them when normally he'd vanish entirely during mealtimes. Rin ignored all their curious stares, his focus solely lying on the miso soup in front of him.

That momentarily solitude was then rudely interrupted by more giggling coming from the people beside him. He massaged his temples, quietly cursing himself for sitting with these pests.
"Open wide, Isagi!" ordered Bachira as he held up a fork with pork from his Kakuni bowl in front of his mouth.
Isagi turns away, dodging Bachira's efforts at feeding him.

Naturally, Rin's eyes came back to Isagi's face. It was a strange urge that tempted him to prop his elbow on the table, head resting on his palm, facing Isagi. A pair of intense teal eyes honed in on the pink dusting the areas below his eyes. He had never taken notice of the fullness of his cheeks, ample enough to fit perfectly into his hands.

Rin shook those absurd thoughts away, mentally fanning them out of his brain but that lukewarm moron made it difficult to do so. Anything Isagi does puts a wrench in his plans. For some reason, Bachira was successful in his endeavors. He childishly jumped for joy, having put the pork in Isagi's mouth after a bit of struggling.

The soy sauce stained his lips, some of it dripping down to Isagi's chin. Rin's pupils dilated, trailing after its path to his neck before the journey was cut off by a hand wiping it away. He watched everything - from the way Isagi chewed the meat to its descent down his throat through the bob of his Adam's apple.

All of a sudden, kindred blues met his own. Time seemed to freeze as they stared each other down for God knows how long. What set the world back into motion was through one simple action: Isagi licking the remaining sauce. He replayed it back in his memory. The little pink tongue darting out of his lips, like it was beckoning him, teasing him. That one action cut off the flow of his rational thoughts in just one quick swipe.

What a fucking bother this guy is.

Rin scrunched up his nose, scowling when Isagi just turned away as if nothing happened. He went back to entertaining Bachira, pointedly ignoring the fuming presence next to him. So in retaliation, he pinches Isagi's thigh.

Isagi lets out an embarrassingly loud squeal. Their teammates, as well as other players from other tables raise an eyebrow to his direction. Isagi's pink cheeks turn shades darker.
The corners of Rin's mouth curl upwards at the earned victory. The most rewarding prize being the glare that contorts Isagi's face.
This time, Isagi actually whips his head around with an audible "hmph!" to keep up the charade that Rin isn't worth the attention.