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The Moon Proposed to The Sun and The Earth

Summary: In which Isagi ponders getting married, causing the three to plan a wedding.

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Isagi was a quintessential morning person. The dawn's first light always found him awake, relishing the stillness before the world woke up.

This morning was no different.

Isagi began his day as usual by kissing both his sleeping boyfriends on the cheeks.

Rin always crinkled his nose before lightly pushing Isagi away with a grumble, forcing Isagi to turn to Bachira with a small chuckle. The man was curled up, hogging most of the pillows. Isagi leaned over to kiss his pretty boyfriend or girlfriend (it depended on what Bachira wanted). He was about to pull away until Bachira latched on sleepily, trying to use him as another pillow. Bachira required to be squished and needed body heat despite always being a living furnace, he somehow managed to be perpetually cold.

“Meguru, let go. I gotta make breakfast,” Isagi said with a groan.

"Mmm” was all Bachira could muster in protest. Thankfully, Bachira’s grip wasn’t strong in his half-sleep.

Isagi pulled away and stretched his legs. He stood by the kitchen counter, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Though naturally alert, he appreciated the extra kick a strong cup of coffee provided. He took a slow, savoring sip, letting the warmth spread through him as he basked in the serenity of the early hour.

Cooking was always a challenge for Isagi because his two boyfriends rarely reached an agreement. Isagi often found himself playing the role of mediator, listening to both sides and trying to find a compromise.

Rin would claim he didn't care what they ate, but would then glower and click his tongue if the meal wasn't up to his standards. Rin was an extremely picky eater. Everything had to taste just right and fit within his strict calorie count. While he did eat fast food occasionally, it was more of a rare treat. Rin was particularly fond of savory foods. He also knew how to cook but preferred to eat after his morning run.

Bachira, on the other hand, preferred to eat first, despite the risk of throwing up during training. For him, it was better to barf than forget to eat. Bachira had a habit of sneakily adding unusual ingredients to the recipes, calling them his "secret weapons." These additions usually ended up ruining the dish. Bachira often bonded with Gagamaru over their unusual food preferences. Rin found Bachira's food choices at best odd and at worst disgusting. Bachira would sometimes eat things like pickles on ice cream or peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwiches. Isagi sometimes found Bachira's culinary experiments fun, but more often than not, they were just gross.

Isagi tended to lean more towards Rin's side when it came to food, though he did enjoy indulging in sweets and other treats. His main dilemma was trying to find a balance between Bachira's craving for something utterly unique and Rin's demand for something healthy and up to his standards.

Fortunately, Isagi didn’t have to fret over such things. Breakfast was the one meal where Isagi could enjoy some peace, as neither Rin nor Bachira were awake, allowing him the pleasure of not having to worry about their protests. Instead, he could stand in front of the fridge and ponder what to make.

A sleek gray cat hopped gracefully onto the table, immediately rubbing against Isagi with a contented purr. Isagi smiled and scratched behind the cat's ears. Nearby, the cat's calico brother brushed against Isagi's leg, pleading for their bowls to be filled.

Bachira's love for animals was undeniable, though they seemed to reciprocate with dislike despite his efforts.

Rin, on the other hand, harbored a deep aversion to animals. He refused to entertain the idea of having pets, yet animals inexplicably adored him. During his runs, dogs would invariably give chase, much to his frustration. Isagi had a softer approach to animals. While he liked them, he confessed to being unsure about caring for them properly.

Isagi had a softer approach to animals. While he liked them, he confessed to being unsure about caring for them properly.

However, all three had agreed not to have a pet, which is why it was a surprise when, against protests from Isagi and Rin, Bachira brought home two stray kittens. Rin was initially disdainful of the kittens but gradually warmed to them over a few days, though he stubbornly refused to admit his change of heart. When Bachira brought home the kittens, Isagi's anxiety spiked, worried about the responsibility of caring for such fragile creatures.

The trio debated over the kittens' names for a week. Bachira proposed whimsical and unconventional names; Isagi suggested simpler ones; and Rin, ever discerning, was hard to please.

"Meguru, we can't name him Gardenia," Rin asserted as Bachira sneezed while rubbing her face against the cat.

"Why not?" Bachira countered, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"It's a shitty girl's name," Rin retorted, while Isagi gently took the cat from Bachira and petted her soothingly.

"No, it's not. It's a plant. Plants don’t have gender. So it shouldn’t be considered a girl's name and why does that matter?" Bachira argued, challenging norms as she often did, while she spun in the chair, it was enough to make Isagi slightly dizzy.

"It's cringe. I'd rather not," Rin deadpanned.

"I think it's a good name," Isagi interjected, earning a hopeful look from Bachira and a glare from Rin.

"It signifies purity. And he's grey," Bachira added.

Isagi found the reasoning peculiar, as white traditionally symbolized purity, not grey.

"It sounds stupid, and it’s a fucking girl's name," Rin began, but Isagi cut in.

"And your argument isn’t very solid, Rin. Meguru challenges gender norms daily."

Rin remained obstinate, leading to prolonged debates until they finally reached a compromise.

Ultimately, they settled on Zinnia for the grey cat and Autumn for the calico.

Isagi smiled at the fond memory as he stood in front of the fridge, contemplating what to make. Should he go for something simple and nutritious to appease Rin later, or should he prepare something fun and unconventional in anticipation of Bachira's whims? More often than not, he found himself making two separate meals, one for him and Rin and the other for Bachira.

Rin woke to the bed being partially empty, though he could still hear Bachira whispering in his sleep. While Rin often pretended to hate it, the sound was slightly comforting. Knowing that someone was there whenever he woke up in the middle of the night brought a sense of security he’d never admit to, lying about it until his dying day. However, both Bachira and Isagi knew well that he enjoyed it, and Bachira often affectionately mocked him for it.

Rin carefully extricated Bachira’s hand from his waist and quietly rose, trying not to wake him. Although Bachira rarely woke from such movements, Rin still remembered the one time he had pushed Bachira off too forcefully, prematurely waking his girlfriend. He recalled how confused Bachira had looked, his blonde and brown hair tousled, and how he had been unable to function properly despite his numerous naps. Although Bachira couldn’t function well without his naps, seeing him so dazed left a sour taste in Rin’s mouth.

Rin reached over and opened the window to let in some fresh air. He took a deep breath, savoring the cool morning breeze before walking into the living room. He turned on the TV and played some relaxing music, creating a serene atmosphere for his morning yoga and meditation. As he moved through his routine, his mind revisited those feelings of rage and sadness that often soured his mornings. Yet, these emotions also fueled his determination to keep playing soccer, to decimate and defeat his enemies on the field.

Isagi heard the music the calming sound Rin used to meditate. He admired his boyfriend from a distance, watching how tranquil Rin looked, savoring the moment. Isagi knew that once Rin was done with his meditation, he often grew angrier than relaxed. But for now, he enjoyed the sight of Rin.

As Isagi stood there finishing the meals, the peaceful sound was abruptly cut off, followed by the sound of slowly approaching feet. Isagi glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Rin emerge from the living room. Rin's hair was a disheveled mess, sticking onto his face which bore a scowl. that was no surprise; Rin despised mornings.

He trudged into the kitchen with a grumble, his eyes half-lidded with irritation. Rin wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. He often refused to acknowledge anyone's existence until he'd had a chance to fully wake up, which usually took a considerable amount of time.

This morning was no different. Rin's eyes landed on Isagi, and he shot him a glare that could have wilted flowers. Isagi, used to Rin's morning hostility, simply offered a warm, understanding smile. "Morning, Rin," he said cheerfully, as if the glare hadn't happened.

Isagi's greeting was met with nothing more than a grunt. Rin continued to scowl, his expression unchanging as he slowly made his way to the kitchen table. Isagi, unfazed by Rin's lack of response, busied himself with preparing another cup of coffee. He knew that Rin's mood would improve slightly with some caffeine, even if it ways just a small improvement.

Occasionally, on the rare mornings when Bachira managed to wake up early and dully rested, he would be an absolute bundle of energy. Bursting with enthusiasm, he would often leap onto Rin, trying to rouse him from his groggy state. Rin's response to such enthusiastic wake-up calls was always the same: a half-asleep, irritable shove that sent Bachira sprawling across the room. Fortunately for both Rin and the structural integrity of their walls, Bachira was still asleep this morning.

Isagi could already tell that if Bachira did wake up, it would be one of those low-energy days where he would likely fall back asleep on the floor.Isagi handed Rin a steaming cup of coffee; he couldn't help but notice the slight softening of Rin's glare. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Rin took the cup without a word, his expression still grumpy but marginally less hostile.

Isagi could sense the simmering anger just beneath the surface, and while part of him worried that Rin's constant scowling might eventually give him wrinkles, another part of him couldn't bring himself to care too much. Rin hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and Meguru was still asleep despite his insistence the night before that Isagi woke him up, as Meguru hated being excluded from their Yoichi and Rin morning walk.

While not often Sometimes, Bachira feels like the odd one out in his relationship with Isagi and Rin. Their effortless understanding often leaves him bewildered; Isagi might ask a question only to immediately agree with Rin's silent response, leaving Bachira feeling left behind. There are times when Isagi and Rin can communicate silently for hours, completely engrossed in their world, until Bachira's gentle complaint brings them back to reality.

Despite their closeness, Isagi and Rin's competitive nature can overshadow Bachira. Isagi, usually the first to notice, apologizes and tries to make amends, but by then, Bachira has already moved on. Despite their occasional lapses in attention, Bachira knows their hearts are in the right place.

Isagi took another sip of his coffee; his mind was already made up. He wasn't going to let Rin's bad mood or Meguru’s laziness dictate the morning. With a resolute attitude, he decided that both of them were getting up and starting their day, whether they liked it or not. He set down his coffee cup, feeling a mix of determination and amusement. "Fuck it," he thought to himself. "They’re both getting their act together."

He glanced over at Rin, who was nursing his coffee with the demeanor of someone forced to confront a great injustice. "Come on, Rin," Isagi said, his tone light but firm. "You need to eat something. Coffee alone isn't going to cut it." Isagi stated offering them the plate of food. Rin's glare intensified for a moment before he sighed heavily.

"Don’t tell me what to do," they muttered, despite the fact that he reluctantly pushed himself up from the table. He shuffled over to the to grab breakfast. Isagi watched him with a satisfied smile. Step one is complete.

Step two in progress: Isagi turned his attention to Bachira. Carefully, he peeked through the bedroom door. Bachira was now a cocoon of blankets, sprawled halfway off the bed in a position that made Isagi wonder how he could sleep like that. He walked over and gently shook Bachira's shoulder. "Hey, Meguru, time to get up," he said softly.

Bachira groaned and burrowed deeper into the blankets. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice muffled.

Isagi glared down at him. "Yeah, last time you said that, you stayed asleep for an hour," he pointed out. "Come on, Megi, “ Isagi said using Bachira’s pet name.

Bachira gives everyone a nickname. Rin is RinRin Isagi is Mysagi, Yourchi ( Bachi loves this because it means the world and it describes Yoichi perfectly) Bachira does it to everyone, but his significant others are by far the most endearing. He loved it when they gave him a name and begged them with his doe eye's until they caved Rin hates the nickname and only allows Bachira to do it, mainly because Bachira does it to everyone. He does have a nickname for Bachira, but he rarely says it.

Isagi uses a nickname, but it’s a system; the more he dislikes you, the harsher the word. Bachira has the cutest nicknames, which are Bachibabe, Sunshine, and Myguru ( to match Bachi's nickname), and he usually has a name for Rin besides his Ice Prince.

“ If you don't wake up, Rin and I will go walking without you," Isagi threatened. With a dramatic sigh, Bachira slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. His hair was a wild mess, and he looked adorably disoriented. "Okay, okay, meanie," he grumbled sticking his tongue out god Isagi wanted to kiss him so he did lips pressing against eachother Isagi pulled away with a smile.

"I'm up, Mr. Bossy Pants," Bachira said Jokingly with that loving smile and half lided eyes. Isagi went in for one more kiss pulling back to stare at Bachira and despite still being drowsy, he looked happy. Isagi nodded approvingly.

"Good. Now, go get dressed. Breakfast will be ready soon." Bachira always slept shirtless. Originally, he slept without any clothes, stating it was better and more comfortable. Isagi and Rin had to fight him over it until Bachira caved.

As Bachira stretched tiredly, he didn't listen to Isagi. Instead of doing what Isagi told him he grabbed his soccer ball, he began juggling it.

Isagi turned back to Rin, who was halfway through setting up the table. "Need any help?" Isagi offered.

Rin shook his head. "I've got it," he replied curtly, though his tone lacked the usual bite. Isagi took that as a positive sign. He watched Rin lay out plates, utensils, and a pitcher of orange juice, making sure everything was ready for their impromptu breakfast.

By the time Rin finished cooking, Bachira had returned, dressed and slightly more awake.

Isagi took that as a positive sign. He watched Rin lay out plates, utensils, and a pitcher of orange juice, making sure everything was ready for their impromptu breakfast. By the time Rin finished cooking, Bachira had returned, dressed and slightly more awake.

Bachira was never a morning person, but he tried to get up just so he could spend time with his boyfriend; it never worked. He even took multiple naps so he could be awake in the morning only to fall asleep 5 minutes later on the floor, and Rin accidentally tripped.

Bachira yawned, greeting his two boyfriends with a tired kiss on Rin's cheek, who hummed a grunt, telling Bachira to stop falling asleep on the floor. Bachira then kissed Isagi and snuggled against Isagi's neck, rubbing his head back and forth, still tired, and spouting sweet nothings before going to sit at the table.

Isagi hummed at the counter as he thought about what they were going to do today, his mind simulating the day ahead.

They all sat down at the table, Bachira still a tired mess and Rin still trying to pretend he was grumpy. That became harder to pretend as Bachira, still drowsy, began to feed Rin. Rin used to hate it and still does slightly, but only when it's in public. He glared at Isagi as if saying, "You better not tell anyone." Isagi had no idea why Rin would even think that.

Bachira finished breakfast first and immediately went to juggling the soccer ball. After a few minutes, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Rin cleaned up in the kitchen while Isagi began searching for his clothes. Once Isagi was ready, he picked up his cookies, a sweet treat for the road, and they walked out of the house.

The walk was as nice as always, though it was more like jogging than walking. Bachira ran ahead, juggling the soccer ball effortlessly. He turned and waved with a smile, blowing kisses at the two of them. Isagi returned the gesture while Rin pretended not to see it. Isagi and Rin continued talking, their pace slowing to savor the moment. They were close, or as close as Rin would allow. Rin couldn't tolerate public displays of affection, but he was usually fine with small gestures when it was just them. They stayed near each other, not touching but not far enough apart for it to feel distant just the perfect amount for Rin.

Rin craved affection but hated being perceived as weak. He usually showed it only with Bachira, who was incredibly extroverted and highly affectionate, even with other people. This made Rin jealous, so to remind Bachira of his presence, he would often grab Bachira's hands, snatching them aggressively. This usually surprised people, making it clear that Bachira, though happy, was taken. After a bit, Rin wouldn't want to hold hands but didn't completely want to let go, so they settled for linking pinkies. Rin had been doing this with Bachira ever since.

The peaceful evening air wrapped around them like a soft veil as they strolled down the quiet streets. Rin twitched slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing the moment he spotted Bachira crouched down, speaking to a small child. His immediate thought was laced with exasperation.

“What did he do now?” Rin muttered, suspicion thick in his voice. Isagi, standing beside him, furrowed his brows in confusion, running through the many possibilities in his mind.

Bachira had a tendency to unsettle people with his eccentricities, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had made a child cry by accident. But as they drew closer, the truth of the situation came into focus.

Bachira wasn’t scaring the child.....he was comforting him.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” Bachira cooed, his voice gentle yet brimming with an infectious energy. “Look, see? Pretty cool, right?” He grinned as he skillfully juggled the ball between his feet, flicking it up effortlessly, twirling it on the tip of his shoe before bouncing it off his knee.

The child’s sniffles quieted, his teary eyes widening in awe. Bachira danced with the ball, his movements fluid and hypnotic. With a final flick, the ball landed in the child's hands, and for the first time since they had arrived, his face lit up.

“WOW!” the kid gasped, clutching the ball tightly.

Rin, still skeptical, crossed his arms and fixed the child with a steady gaze. “Oi, brat, why were you crying?”

The child flinched, shrinking back. Before he could stammer out a response, Isagi smacked Rin lightly on the shoulder, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t call him a brat,” Isagi scolded before turning to the boy with a softer expression. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I—I can’t find my mom,” the child admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The three of them exchanged glances. For a moment, no one spoke.

Then, as expected, Bachira was the first to break the silence. “Oh, if that’s all, then we’ll help you!” he declared, his usual enthusiasm unwavering.

“Uh, maybe we should take him to the police instead,” Isagi whispered, leaning closer to Bachira.

But Bachira had already made up his mind. He straightened up, beaming, and grabbed the child's hand without hesitation. “Nah, that’d be boring! Come on, kid!”

“Meguru, you can’t just do that!” Isagi hissed, exasperated. It was too late. Once Meguru decided on something, there was no stopping him.

It was a trait all three of them shared sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.

Isagi sighed, shifting his attention to the boy. He had dark brown hair, not quite black but somewhere in between, a perfect blend of his parents’ genetics. His green eyes shimmered under the dim streetlights, and his fair skin was marked by a slight gap in his front teeth. As Isagi studied him, he found himself noting the little details his rounder, chubby cheeks were reminiscent of Isagi himself, his nose slightly mushroom like, not unlike Bachira’s, and his hooded eyes held a sleek sharpness that reminded him of Rin.

Something in Isagi’s chest swelled. He had never given much thought to having children. His career had always come first. Then again, he never thought about dating either not seriously, at least. Yet here he was, years after Blue Lock, in a relationship with two of the top five U-20 players in Japan. And truth be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A sudden beeping sound snapped Isagi from his thoughts. He glanced at Rin, who was staring down at his watch, confirming his daily step count. A frown settled on Rin’s face as he pressed a button to silence the notification.

“This is stupid,” Rin muttered, sighing.

“Yeah,” Isagi admitted with a small, weary chuckle. “We really should’ve taken him to the police, but…” His words trailed off as he watched Bachira lift the child onto his shoulders with ease. The boy let out a surprised yelp before breaking into laughter, gripping Bachira’s head for balance.

“See? You can see everything better from up here!” Bachira chirped, spinning slightly, making the child giggle even more.

Isagi sighed again, shaking his head.

“Guess we’re doing this Bachira’s way,” he muttered, resigning himself to the inevitable.

"It’s kinda nice," Isagi mused absentmindedly. "Makes me think of what our kids would look like when we get married."

"When we get married?" Rin inquired, cutting Isagi off. None of them had ever discussed marriage before. In fact, it had taken Rin a long time to even agree to move in with them. They had unanimously decided to take things as they came, figuring out their relationship naturally. Marriage wouldn’t change much it was just an official stamp on something that was already solid. A silly social norm Rin didn’t quite understand. But despite that, the thought of Isagi wanting to spend forever with him and Bachira made his head spin.

Isagi’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just said. Damn his mouth for moving faster than his mind. Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath before nodding hesitantly. "Y-yeah, when we get married."

Rin hummed, looking ahead at the child. He didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he quickened his pace. "Oi, bobcut. Hand him over," Rin demanded.

Bachira raised an eyebrow at Rin’s red face. Smirking knowingly, he passed the child over.

"I’m taller, so the kid will get a better view," Rin explained, trying to mask his flustered state. Bachira beamed, watching as Rin carefully adjusted his hold, looking almost nervous. "You’re not gonna drop him, Rinrin," Bachira

teased with a laugh. "Shut it, bobcut," Rin snapped as the child bounced excitedly on his shoulders.

"Whoa! I’m so high! I can see Mars from up here!" the kid beamed.

"Can you stop jumping? You’re gonna fall," Rin huffed, gripping the child a little tighter.

Bachira chuckled and pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture. Isagi watched them with softened eyes, his earlier embarrassment melting away. The scene before him was warm, comforting. He could actually see them raising a child together Rin making schedules, Bachira teaching them how to juggle a ball, and himself reading bedtime stories. It was surreal, yet it felt so natural.

As he took in the families around them parents strolling with their kids, holding hands, laughing his gaze landed on a particular couple. The father had black hair, and the mother had brown hair with green eyes. The child’s features clicked into place. Isagi’s heart skipped a beat as he grabbed Rin’s arm.

"What?" Rin asked, startled. Isagi pointed toward the couple. "Uh nothinng just are those your parents, kid?" he asked, but before he could finish his sentence, the child gasped in recognition.

"Mom! Dad!" he shouted, suddenly tugging on Rin’s hair like reins on a horse. Before any of them could react, he scrambled down and dashed across the street.

"Hey! Wait!" the three shouted in unison, panic flooding their veins.

A car came speeding down the road, right toward the child. Isagi’s instincts kicked in before anything else. He bolted forward, reaching the kid just in time to pull him back, sending them both crashing onto the pavement. A loud honk blared as the car sped past. Isagi coughed, his lungs burning, and his skin scraped raw from the fall.

"Kai!" the mother screamed, rushing toward them.

Bachira and Rin ran over, their faces pale with concern.

"Damn it, Yoichi, are you okay?" Rin demanded, crouching beside him.

"You’re bleeding!" Bachira fretted, brushing the dirt off Isagi’s scraped hands.

Isagi exhaled shakily, looking down at the child clinging to his shirt, trembling but unharmed.

"Yeah," he muttered, wincing as he sat up. "I’m fine."

Kai's mother fell to her knees, gathering the boy in her arms, her body trembling with relief. "Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, her voice cracking. Kai nodded into her shoulder, still shaken but unharmed. His father quickly joined them, running a hand through his hair as he let out a long, shaky exhale.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with gratitude as he turned to Isagi. "You saved our son. I don’t even know how to—"

"It’s fine," Isagi interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "Just be careful next time."

Rin shot Isagi an exasperated look before turning back to the parents. "Maybe put a leash on him or something."

"Rin!" Bachira scolded, elbowing him.

"What?"

Kai’s father chuckled weakly, shaking his head. "We were just about to call the police when we realized he was missing. I can't believe he ran off like that."

Kai, still pressed against his mother’s chest, mumbled, "Sorry."

His mother kissed the top of his head before turning to the trio. "Really, thank you. If there's anything we can do—"

"Nah, we’re good," Bachira said cheerfully. "We just found him wandering, so we figured we’d stick around until we found his parents."

Rin crossed his arms. "Or rather, until he found his parents."

Kai’s father reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. "If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to call."

Isagi took the card, glancing at it before nodding. "Got it."

After a few more heartfelt thanks, the family walked away, Kai glancing back at them with a small wave before disappearing into the crowd.

The three of them stood in silence for a moment before Bachira clapped his hands together. "Well! That was eventful."

Isagi rolled his shoulders, wincing. "Yeah, no kidding. I think I messed up my elbow."

"Idiot," Rin muttered, but his hands hovered near Isagi as if contemplating whether to check the injury himself.

Bachira grabbed Isagi’s wrist, examining the scrape. "You’ll live, but we should clean this up."

They made their way to a nearby convenience store, where Rin begrudgingly bought a small first-aid kit, his fingers lingering slightly as he grabbed it from the shelf. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a soft glow on their faces as they stepped outside, the air cool with the lingering warmth of the day.

Settling onto a worn wooden bench beneath a flickering streetlamp, Bachira carefully unscrewed a small bottle of antiseptic and soaked a cotton pad. The sting of the cold liquid made Isagi wince as Bachira dabbed it gently against the scrape on his elbow, his fingers warm and steady against his skin. Rin sat beside them, silent, watching with an unreadable expression before wordlessly handing Isagi a bottle of water. His fingers brushed against Isagi’s for the briefest moment, lingering just long enough to make Isagi’s breath catch.

"You were fast back there,” Rin admitted, gaze flickering to the side as if the words had escaped before he could contain them.

Isagi grinned, the heat of Rin’s barely there praise sending a pleasant rush through him. “Yeah, well, striker instincts.”

“Hmph. Don’t get cocky.” Rin’s voice was sharp, but there was a softness in the way his fingers tapped absently against his thigh, like he was holding something back.

Bachira giggled as he pressed a bandage onto Isagi’s elbow, smoothing it down with a tenderness that made Isagi’s heart skip. “Still, you looked super cool saving that kid, Babe~” Bachira teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Isagi flushed, the compliment making him warm in a way that had nothing to do with the humid city air. “Of course I did,” he shot back, smirking, but the way Bachira smiled at him made his bravado falter just a little.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the hum of passing cars and distant laughter filling the space between them. The weight of the moment settled in, something unspoken stretching and coiling between them, delicate yet undeniable.

Rin tapped his fingers against his knee, his gaze darting between them before he finally exhaled through his nose.

"About what you said earlier…” Rin started, voice quieter now, careful.

Bachira’s ears perked up. “Hmm? Oh! About us getting married?” He grinned, eyes bright with mischief.

“You heard that?” Isagi’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and Bachira’s smile widened.

“Of course I did! I thought it was super sweet,” Bachira said, his voice lilting with affection. "You wanna propose right now, Rinrin?" Bachira asked happily.

Rin looked away, his expression unreadable, but the faintest hint of pink dusted his ears. “Shut up. That’s not what I—ugh. I was just thinking… if we did, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Isagi blinked, stunned. The weight of Rin’s words hit him like a slow-building wave, swelling in his chest. “Wait, are you serious?”

Rin exhaled sharply, still not looking at them. “We’re already living together. It wouldn’t change much.”

Bachira gasped dramatically, throwing his hands to his chest as if Rin had just confessed the most romantic thing in the world. “Oh my god. Rinrin actually wants to marry us. I might cry.”

“I will leave you both here,” Rin threatened, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him.

Isagi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Well… if that’s how you feel, then maybe we should talk about it for real.”

Bachira beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. “Yes! Wedding planning time! But first—ice cream!”

Rin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re impossible.”

Isagi laughed, shaking his head as he stood, pulling Bachira up with him. “Yeah, but you love us anyway.”

Rin sighed, rolling his eyes, but the tiniest, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. “Unfortunately.”

Isagi sat comfortably on the couch, absorbed in his phone, trying to plan out the wedding. “How would that even work?” he muttered to himself, brows furrowing as he scrolled through articles and checklists.

With a soft, affectionate smile, Bachira padded over to him, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor. Without a second thought, he flopped down next to Isagi, his movements unceremonious yet endearing. Half of his body ended up sprawled over Isagi, his face finding a cozy nook against Isagi's leg. Bachira shifted and wriggled, trying to find the perfect spot, his limbs tangling with Isagi’s until he was satisfied. He finally curled up slightly, resembling a contented cat settling in for a nap.

Isagi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. The way Bachira nestled into him, his disheveled hair falling over his eyes, was irresistibly cute. Gently, Isagi reached out and ruffled Bachira's messy hair, the gesture tender and affectionate, further adding to the feline-like charm of the moment.

“You really have no sense of personal space, do you?” Isagi teased, his fingers idly tracing small circles against Bachira’s scalp.

Bachira hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “Nope~ Not when it comes to you two.”

A soft sigh left Isagi’s lips, but there was no real exasperation in it just warmth. He glanced toward Rin, stood leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them with an expression Isagi couldn’t quite place.

“You’re seriously looking up wedding stuff?” Rin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, since someone suggested it wouldn’t be the worst idea, I figured I should at least do some research,” Isagi replied, flashing a knowing smirk

.Rin’s eyes flickered away, a hint of color dusting his cheeks. “Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

”Bachira grinned against Isagi’s thigh, peeking up at Rin. “Aww, don’t be shy, Rinrin. You’re already halfway to being a groom.”

Rin scoffed but didn’t move away when Isagi reached out, tugging him down to sit beside them. Bachira immediately shifted, draping himself across both of them, effectively sandwiching himself between his two favorite people.

“Whatever, hurry up and hand it over, you lukewarm idiot,” Rin muttered, but the way his fingers lightly traced along Isagi’s arm gave him away.

“Who are you calling lukewarm?” Isagi asked, leaning his head against Rin’s shoulder as the three of them sank into the warmth of their shared space. Rin grabbed the phone and stared at it, his brows furrowing as he skimmed the wedding checklist.

“Why do we need a theme?” Rin asked flatly.

Bachira gasped dramatically. “Rinrin, are you seriously asking that? We can’t just have some boring, basic wedding. We need a theme! Something fun and exciting!”

“Yeah,” Isagi added, “plus, having a theme helps narrow down the choices. We don’t want a wedding that’s all over the place.”

Rin sighed. “Fine. What kind of theme are we talking about?”

Bachira immediately sat up, eyes sparkling. “Ooh! What about a fantasy-themed wedding? We could all wear cool, medieval-style outfits! I could be a knight! No, a dragon! No, wait—a wizard!”

Isagi snorted. “You’re getting way too into this.”

“Absolutely not,” Rin deadpanned. “We’re not dressing like we walked out of a Ren Faire.

”Bachira pouted. “Boo. Okay, fine what about something more elegant? A classic black-and-white wedding with a fancy venue and fancy outfits?”

Rin nodded slightly. “That’s more reasonable.”

Isagi hummed, considering it. “That sounds nice, but it’s a little too serious. We should have something that feels more like us.”

"Right! how about~" Bachira snapped his fingers. “A sports themed wedding! We could have soccer themed decorations, and instead of walking down the aisle, we kick a ball to each other!”

Rin groaned. “That’s even worse than the fantasy idea.”

Isagi chuckled. “Okay, okay, let’s find a middle ground. How about something stylish but fun? Like a garden wedding with fairy lights and lots of greenery? It can be elegant but still casual enough that we’re not suffocating in formalwear.”

Bachira gasped. “Ooooh, I like that! Rinrin?”

Rin crossed his arms, but there was no real resistance in his expression. “Fine. That’s not terrible.”

Bachira cheered, throwing his arms around both of them. “Yay! We made a decision! Team effort!”

Isagi rolled his eyes fondly. "Yeah, no thanks to me,” Isagi mutters, and as a thank you, Bachira kissed his cheeks while rin called him a baby “Thank you,” Isagi says as Bachira pepepered him with such chuckles as he pushed Bachira away. “ Now we need to pick a date.”

“Spring!” Bachira said immediately.

“Fall,” Rin countered.

Isagi sighed. “Here we go again.”

Isagi groggily blinked awake, his body still heavy with sleep, only to be met with the sound of an intense discussion happening just outside his periphery. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed as he registered Rin and Bachira standing at the small table across the room, already deep in conversation.

Scratch that an argument.

"We don’t need to go that extravagant," Rin said, arms crossed, his expression cool but his voice carrying a distinct edge.

"But it’s our wedding, Rin! It’s gotta be special! We can’t just half ass it like a convenience store bento!" Bachira countered, waving a piece of paper probably some kind of budget breakdown like a flag of defiance.

Isagi exhaled through his nose, still shaking off the fog of sleep. "What’s going on?"

Bachira beamed at him. "Yoichi! You’re awake just in time to break the tie!"

Rin pinched the bridge of his nose. "He doesn’t even know what we’re talking about yet."

"I heard 'our wedding' and 'half-assed bento,' so I have a vague idea," Isagi muttered, running a hand through his hair before fully sitting up. He stretched his arms before focusing on them. "Okay, explain."

Bachira clapped his hands together. "Alright! So, Rin here wants to be all practical and frugal and, like, super boring about the wedding budget. Meanwhile, I being the visionary genius I am think we should go all out! Like, imagine a huge venue, fireworks, an ice sculpture of the three of us—"

"Absolutely not," Rin interjected. "We don’t need a venue that costs more than an entire year’s salary, and we definitely don’t need an ice sculpture."

Isagi groaned. He had expected wedding planning to be a handful, but this was already spiraling. "Rin, what’s your proposed budget?"

"Something reasonable. 50,00" Rin stated matter-of-factly.

"Aka: cheap," Bachira deadpanned. "And you?" Isagi asked, turning to Bachira, who grinned widely. "I want it to be big and memorable! You only get married once or at least, hopefully! If we’re gonna do it, we might as well make it the most insane, beautiful, spectacular wedding in history!"

Isagi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay, but what’s your actual budget?"

Bachira hummed. "I haven’t exactly set a number, but… way more than Rin’s tiny, stingy budget."

Rin scoffed. "You don’t even have a concrete number. This is why I’m handling the budget."

"I just think we shouldn’t have to cut corners!" Bachira insisted. "Why not splurge a little? It’s not like we’re broke!"

Isagi exhaled slowly. Here it was again that feeling. The way Rin’s sharp, logical approach to things always outpaced him, the way Bachira, even when he seemed scattered, somehow held his own in these debates. Isagi wasn’t exactly bad at numbers, but Rin had a genius level efficiency when it came to these things, and Bachira had a knack for emotional persuasion that made him hard to argue with.

And then there was him, caught in the middle, struggling to keep up with either of them. "We don’t need to prove anything to anyone," Rin continued, tapping the paper in Bachira’s hands. "A large wedding is just an unnecessary show of wealth.

" "And a small wedding is a missed opportunity for something amazing!" Bachira shot back.

Isagi sighed, leaning back on his hands. "Okay, so let’s meet in the middle. Rin, how much are you actually willing to spend?"

Rin hesitated. "I have an exact figure, but it depends on the priorities. If we focus on the venue and food, we should cut back on entertainment and decor. If we care more about guest experience, we can minimize on location expenses. A balance can be achieved."

Bachira groaned. "See? See what I mean? He talks like we’re planning a business deal, not a wedding."

"Because financially, we are," Rin said, unimpressed.

Isagi, deciding not to let himself get overwhelmed, nodded. "Alright, so what if we make a list? Non-negotiables and things we can compromise on."

Bachira brightened. "Oh! I love lists!"

"Good. Then let’s start there," Isagi said. "Venue first. Big or small?"

Bachira immediately said, "Big!"

Rin, unimpressed, said, "Medium-sized at most."

"Medium sounds reasonable," Isagi said. "Okay, next. Food?"

"High-quality," Rin said. "I refuse to serve subpar food."

Bachira nodded. "Okay, I can agree on that. But we need fun stuff, too! Like a chocolate fountain or a sushi train!"

"A what?" Rin frowned.

A sushi train! Like those conveyor belts! Wouldn’t that be so cool?" Isagi had to bite back on the fact that it was supposed to be in a garden, and thus a lot of what Bachira wanted would be out of place.

Rin looked like he wanted to argue, but Isagi saw the moment he considered the logistics and begrudgingly allowed it. "Fine. But within reason."

Bachira pumped his fist. "Yes!"

Every once in a while, the U-20 team, along with some former Blue Lock contenders, would gather for a casual hangout. It was a night filled with laughter, the comforting aroma of pizza, and the occasional friendly brawl over who got the last slice.

The conversation drifted from soccer strategies to absurd hypotheticals, eventually settling on the topic of past dates and romantic escapades.

Bachira grinned mischievously before dramatically clearing his throat. “Hey, guys, guess who’s getting married?”

The room fell silent. This was not the kind of setup they were used to from Bachira. Usually, he jumped straight into an outrageous story without any build up. The suspense alone was enough to make everyone lean in.

Rin, sitting beside him, smirked but remained silent, clearly waiting for the reaction.

“Who?” Reo asked, eyebrows raised in suspicion

. Bachira took a deep breath for dramatic effect. “Well… it’s me, Isagi, and… Rin.” The air in the room grew so still that even the pizza cheese seemed to stop stretching.

It was dead silent for a solid three seconds, everyone staring at Bachira as if he’d just announced he was quitting soccer to become a full-time mime.

Chigiri was usually the first to make an offhanded joke, squinted. “Wait. You mean, like… you and Rin? Together?”

Bachira nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! The three of us. A love story for the ages.”

Rin crossed his arms. “Got a problem with that?” His voice was low, but there was a distinct challenge in his tone, daring anyone to say something stupid

. Isagi, meanwhile, was staring at the ceiling, wondering if maybe, just maybe, they should have broken the news differently. Maybe with a slideshow. Or interpretative dance. Literally anything but letting Bachira be the spokesperson.

The room remained awkwardly silent until Nagi finally spoke, rubbing his chin in contemplation. “You could do better.”

Chigiri nodded in agreement. “Honestly, that’s what I was thinking. Like, seriously, Rin’s cool and all, but you both could do better.”

“Excuse me?” Rin snapped, his eye twitching. L

Kunigami held up his hands defensively. “Dude, we’re not judging. If you three are happy, that’s great. We just… didn’t see it coming.”

Reo scoffed. “Yeah, because you all have the combined emotional intelligence of a brick wall.”

Bachira gasped dramatically. “Reo! How could you say that? We have the deepest, most profound connection! Our love is like a beautifully choreographed bicycle kick—unexpected, breathtaking, and slightly illegal in certain matches.”

Rin sighed. “I’m regretting everything.” Isagi finally found his voice. “For the record, we’re not actually getting married.We're just thinking about it.”

The room was silent again. Then chigir blew a strand of hair from his fCs nodded sagely. “Oh, well, then I approve.”

“Approve of what?!” Rin snapped, exasperated.

“You. Before you guys you know break up and realize their's definitely someone better for your threesome ” Chigiri said, before returning to eating his pizza as if nothing happened.

Isagi sighed, looking at the rest of their so called friends. “So, uh, since we’re apparently stuck together forever, does that mean we get free wedding gifts?”

Chigiri smirked. “Only if I get to be the flower girl.”

"You’re not going to be invited" Rin dated the two glared at eachother.

“Dibs on officiating,” Kunigami added, grinning.

Rin fist clenched “I hate this team.”

“Aw, don’t be shy, RinRin,” Bachira cooed, making Rin’s eye twitch violently.

Nagi, lying back on the chair, muttered, “So, what’s for dessert?”

And just like that, the conversation shifted as if nothing had happened.

For as long as Rin had lived, he had never truly felt understood or loved. He had his brother, Sae, once upon a time, but even he could never quite fathom Rin’s mind. And then, he left him—abandoned him to rot. How cruel it was, to be cast aside so easily at such a young age. It was simple to hate Sae, to accept that he was a monster, a villain incapable of love or understanding, ready to tear apart everyone’s heart. At least, that’s what Rin believed until he met Bachira and Isagi.

Two people who understood him despite their odd personalities. Two people who saw through the cracks in his cold exterior and refused to let go. It had taken Rin far too long to acknowledge that he loved them, even longer to accept their boundless affection, their endless patience. They held him close, kissed away his doubts, and never hesitated to remind him that he was someone worth loving.

But every once in a while, that gnawing feeling crept in again, whispering in the dark corners of his mind. That he didn’t deserve them. That no matter how much they held him, no matter how many times they swore they would never leave, he would never be worthy enough. And marriage? Marriage was something sacred, something meant for people who were good, kind, and deserving. Not him. Not someone so twisted and broken.

When the thoughts became too much to bear, Rin retreated. He buried it deep, refused to let them see the cracks forming beneath the surface. He could hear Sae’s voice in his head, cruel and mocking, belittling him in that detached, emotionless way of his. He had insulted Bachira before, called him out for embracing the “monster” inside him. But Rin knew—he was worse. He was the real monster, for imagining his brother standing there, tearing him down, haunting him even when he wasn’t truly there.

The pressure built and built, and then—

He snapped.

The storm broke with a guttural scream. Rage and sorrow clashed inside him like warring tides. He wanted to destroy something, to rip it all apart, to break his brother's hold on his mind. But he couldn’t. So instead, he crumpled, sobbing, pathetic and shaking as he collapsed onto his bed. Tears streamed down his face, his entire body trembling as the weight of everything crashed down upon him.

Isagi heard the first strangled sob and reacted instantly. His eyes widened, instincts kicking in as he rushed to the room.

"Meguru," he murmured softly, knowing the nickname would pull Bachira from sleep.

Bachira bolted upright the moment the familiar word left Isagi’s lips. Sleepy confusion was replaced with sharp alertness as he saw the distress in Isagi’s expression. Without hesitation, he darted into Rin’s room, his chest tightening at the sight before him.

Rin was curled in on himself, his shoulders shaking violently. Seeing him like this, so utterly broken, made something inside Bachira ache. He didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in an instant, wrapping Rin in his arms without saying a word.

Rin clung to him immediately, fists curling into the fabric of Bachira’s shirt, as if afraid that letting go would shatter him completely.

Bachira held him tighter, resting his chin against Rin’s hair, whispering soft reassurances, voice as warm as the arms enveloping him. "Shh, it's okay," Bachira murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Rin’s temple. "We’re here. You’re not alone."

Rin’s grip tightened. His breath hitched as he buried his face into Bachira’s neck, fingers digging in like he needed to ground himself in something, someone.

Isagi watched for a moment, his heart aching at the sight, then quietly left the room. He knew Rin knew what he needed in moments like this. So he returned minutes later with a mug of tea and a plate of food, setting them down without a word. Rin didn’t lift his head, but Isagi knew he noticed.

Isagi sat down beside him, reaching out to stroke a hand through Rin’s hair, slow and gentle. "Let's watch a movie," he suggested, voice light, as if this was just another normal evening, as if Rin hadn’t just shattered before them.

Bachira nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Something stupid and fun. No sad shit, promise." Rin sniffled, his grip on Bachira loosening slightly. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t pull away either. That was enough for now.

They settled in, the glow of the screen casting flickering shadows across their faces. Isagi curled up against Rin’s side, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Bachira nuzzled into his other side, humming softly, fingers tracing soothing circles against his back.

For a while, there were no words. Just warmth, the soft hum of the movie, the gentle rhythm of their breathing. And as Rin sat between them, feeling their steady presence, he allowed himself to believe, even just for a moment, that maybe he could keep them. That maybe he did deserve them.

And when Isagi finally broke the silence with a soft, "You know we love you, right? And we want to marry you. Both of us." Rin’s breath caught.

Bachira grinned, pulling back just enough to cup Rin’s face, thumbs brushing away the lingering dampness on his cheeks. "Yeah, RinRin. We mean it. We’re in this for life." Rin’s throat tightened.

He looked at them, wide-eyed, searching for any hint of hesitation.

But all he saw was love fierce, unwavering love. For the first time in a long time, Rin didn’t feel like a monster.

He felt loved.

And maybe, just maybe, he could love himself too.