𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. Blue Lock

Y. Isagi【1/2】

His. The day didn't feel like much. Not the day when he gave you things. Not the day when you sang or slept on call. Maybe that was much to you, actually. You just didn't know if it was much to him. But it meant a lot to you. Because you wanted to be something to him. It wouldn't be fair not to be. But you had to confirm. So you called him.

"Yoichi? Can we talk?" He hums from over the phone. He's listening. "I want froyo." A slight chuckle is heard. "Just don't steal mine this time." You sigh. "I'll think about it." So with that, you have plans. You don't really feel too sure about confirming. You just want to see his face. You feel so drawn to him that you can't specifically explain it. But his face. That blue ass hair.

He has to like you too, right? You go up to your room. You want to dress nice. You throw on something nice but casual. You think you looked nice. You hope he thinks so, too. And so you leave the house. Your parents are at work. The walk to the Froyo store is short, but it's nice. The flowers fall on your head. You don't know why. You can't imagine why. Is it a bad premonition? It can't be bad if it was him, right?

You see him waiting. "Yoi.." You don't find words to say. You haven't actually seen him so... heavenly before. He raises a brow but smiles happily at you. "What is it?" You don't speak. His hair is styles. He looks nice. "You look delicious right now." He freezes. His cheeks going slightly red. "Delicious.." his voice almost a whisper. "You look beautiful too." You giggle a bit as you finally walk closer to him. You don't even wait before grabbing his spoon and having some of his froyo.

He literally side eyes you. "Y/n. Get your own." You roll your eyes at his rudeness. "You're the one who started eating before your date even arrived." And his body stopped moving. His chest wasn't making any sort of motion. "Date?" It was so obvious to you that his confusion seemed idiotic. But you didn't really mind. "Of course it's a date! Do you not want it to be?" He raised his hands in a criss-cross motion.

"No, no. I do. At least, I think I do." Think. It didn't sound so reassuring anymore. He doesn't know if he even wants to. You sigh. "Right." You feel a little petty about it. Froyo. You don't really know when you started liking it. You've only had it once. Still, it's warming. He shows up behind you as you're about to pay. He places cash on the table and leads you away before you can protest. "I could have paid." He shrugged. "I know, but I wanted to. I'm sorry about what I said." You wanted to let it go.

You had to. It was only normal to be a tad bit forgiving when it came to the man you liked. "Why?" You just had to know why. "Football. I have to focus on football. Ego's been lenient recently, so he's probably playing with us. I have to be number one, Y/n. I have to be. There's nothing else for me if I'm not. It's not us, or you, it's my ego." You simply scoffed. "Number one striker, number one egoist, number one asshole." It didn't feel so funny despite the disheartening laugh you let out.

So you walk away. "Fuck you, Isagi." Isagi. Even calling him by his last name felt wrong. He stood there almost bewildered by your anger. His fists clenched. And you want him to chase after you. You want him to chase you. You want him to come and tell you to stay with him. That you'll figure things out. But he doesn't. You take your froyo and leave. It's nice. But it doesn't feel so warm anymore. The coldness of it actually hitting you this time.

Maybe you really only liked it with others. Liked it with him. But you can't. You didn't want to face him. You didn't want to face someone who didn't even care enough to hold your hand and pull you back to him. You wanted him to not be able to bear the thought of not being around you. Not be able to bear the thought of losing you. Instead, he was instigating it. It wasn't fair.

You sit at the swing. You're not really swinging, though. You want to. But you don't have the will or anything to even move. Your empty froyo cup in your hand. You threw it into the bin. "Good shot, Y/n," you said to yourself. Your hands wresting on the chain. Squeezing so hard that if physically hurts. A gentle push from behind. You wonder who it is. You really do. But you know who you hope it is.

"Y/n, please." Isagi Yoichi. He sounds so desperate. His voice slightly cracking despite how hard he's trying to make it unnoticeable. You didn't really want to listen. "Y/n, just please."

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Chapter end.

Good morning, night, evening, afternoon. Idrk I love you guys. There will be like a second part of the ending dw. Was in desperate need of angst with Isagi.

Eat well, sleep well and hydrate so you can see the final moon without needing an elixir.