𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 ➛ ryusae

chpt 39 ➛ shidou

Rin and Isagi's POV:

The room was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp Rin had forgotten to switch off. Rin's arms were loosely draped around Isagi, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Isagi's back was pressed to Rin's chest, slowly rising and falling in rhythm with Rin's own. Their fingers were lightly intertwined over Isagi's stomach. Peaceful.

Until—

Isagi suddenly sat up.

Not gradually, not sleepily, but like something struck him right between the ribs.

"The fuck?" Rin mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. He blinked up at the curve of Isagi's back, confused. "What's wrong?"

Isagi didn't answer right away. His screen just lit up his face in the dark as his brows immediately furrowed, eyes scanning fast. Then he cursed softly under his breath.

Rin sat up too, rubbing at his eyes. "Isagi?"

Isagi turned his head slowly, staring at Rin like he couldn't believe what he was reading. 

"Itoshi Sae spotted leaving a Madrid hotel just past midnight with a fully packed suitcase. Witnesses say he entered a private, unmarked vehicle with tinted windows and no escort. Destination unknown. Sources speculate a sudden withdrawal from his Re Al Madrid extension deal." he said, voice low.

The room went still.

Isagi lowered the phone and stared at it like it might explain itself. "It dropped like... five minutes ago."

Rin blinked once. Twice. Then held out his hand.

"Give me that."

Isagi passed the phone over without a word.

Rin read through the article in silence, eyes narrowing slightly at certain parts. His lips parted a few times, like he was going to say something, but didn't. He scrolled all the way to the end before finally exhaling and dropping the phone onto the bed.

"What the fuck is this guy doing?" he muttered.

Rin let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing at the side of his face, and picked up his own phone from the nightstand.

He tapped quickly, opening Sae's chat. He copied the link to the article and dropped it in the chat without a greeting, typing under it

Itoshi Sae
00:21 am

*link to article*
What's this about?

He stared at the screen for a beat, watching the "Delivered" tag pop up beneath the message.

But nothing else.

No "typing..." bubble. No reply.

Rin locked his phone and tossed it onto the bed with a short, exasperated breath through his nose. "He's not answering."

Isagi gave a small, sympathetic look, his voice soft. "Think he's on the plane already?"

"I have no clue." Rin leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. "Asshole."

Isagi was quiet for a second. Then, "Should we tell Shidou?"

Rin looked over at him. "You think he doesn't already know?"

"I mean... maybe. But maybe not."

They both knew Shidou didn't obsessively check news apps like they did. He was more likely to see a picture of Sae trending on Twitter and assume it was some thirsty fan edit. And honestly, the thought of breaking that news to him—of seeing that flicker of hope or confusion or whatever it might be—felt... heavy.