── .✦ in which isagi yoichi learns that love, somehow, has teeth—and his girlfriend wants to feel them.
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isagi yoichi had always thought of himself as observant.
on the field, that observation sharpened into something lethal—angles, timing, pressure points, the way people cracked when you pushed them just enough. off the field, though, he liked to believe he was simpler. kinder. easier. the kind of guy who noticed when his girlfriend looked tired, who remembered what snacks she liked, who walked her home even when he was exhausted from training.
that was why, when he thought about l/n y/n, the word that always came to mind wasn’t strange or complicated.
it was sweet.
y/n was sweet in the way she laughed with her whole body, shoulders bouncing and eyes crinkling. sweet in the way she listened—really listened—when isagi talked about football, even when he spiraled into technical jargon or replayed the same match three times from three different angles. sweet in the way she always touched his sleeve or the edge of his jacket, like she needed to confirm he was real.
so yes, isagi knew she was a little odd.
but he thought he understood the shape of that oddness.
he was wrong.
it was a quiet afternoon at her house, the kind that felt suspended in time. her parents were out, the sun filtered in through thin curtains, and y/n’s room smelled faintly of shampoo and fabric softener. she sat cross-legged on her bed, loose curls spilling over her shoulders, while isagi leaned back against the wall, legs stretched out, eyes on the laptop balanced between them.
one of his matches played on the screen.
he watched with the same half-detached focus he always had when rewatching his own games—analyzing positioning, mistakes, missed opportunities. y/n, though, watched him.
she always did.
halfway through a play, she paused the video.
“yoichi-kun,” she said, tilting her head slightly.
isagi blinked. “yeah?”
she hesitated, fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “why are you… so mean to them?”
he frowned, eyes flicking back to the frozen image on the screen—him shouting, pointing sharply, jaw set in that expression he barely recognized anymore. “mean?”
“to your teammates,” she clarified. “you yell a lot. and your eyes look scary.”
he let out a small, awkward laugh. “ah. that.”
he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. “i’m not usually that mean. it just… comes out sometimes. on the field, i mean.”
“mm,” she hummed, unconvinced.
“it’s different there,” he added quickly. “everyone’s competing. pressure’s high. you have to push people or you get left behind.”
y/n studied him for a long moment, eyes soft but intent.
“you’re never like that with me,” she said.
isagi smiled without thinking. “of course not. i’d never be mean to you.”
that was when she pouted.
it was subtle—just a slight downturn of her lips, a tiny crease between her brows—but it immediately set off alarms in his head.
“then maybe…” she started, voice quiet, almost shy, “you should try being a little mean to me.”
the world seemed to tilt.
isagi stared at her. “what?”
she looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks faintly pink. “just a little. like how you are on the field.”
his brain stalled completely.
he opened his mouth. closed it. opened it again. “i—y/n, i don’t—why would you want that?”
she shrugged, the movement small and almost bashful. “i dunno. i just think it’d be nice.”
nice.
isagi felt like he’d missed an entire conversation somewhere.
he laughed nervously. “that’s… kind of weird.”
she smiled, bright and unoffended. “yeah.”
and just like that, the moment passed. she unpaused the video, the game continued, and isagi told himself it was nothing. just one of those strange, harmless things people say without thinking.
he didn’t realize it would follow him.
a few days later, the late afternoon air buzzed with cicadas as isagi walked home from practice, gym bag slung over his shoulder. y/n walked beside him, steps light, hands clasped behind her back.
she’d been quiet for a suspiciously long time.
“yoichi-kun,” she said suddenly.
he braced himself. “yeah?”
she fell a step behind him, then another. “use your open hand! make it the smallest slap ever!”
he nearly tripped.
“what?” he spun around, face heating instantly.
she clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. “just one! please!”
“i said no, y/n,” he said, trying to sound firm as he picked up his pace.
she followed, undeterred. “pleaseeee!!”
she grabbed his sleeve, fingers warm, smile painfully sweet. “just one small slap?”
he stopped walking.
looked at her.
that’s the least slappable face i’ve ever seen, he thought with a long, defeated sigh.
“why are you like this,” he muttered.
before he could say anything else, a familiar voice chimed in, far too cheerful for the situation.
“oooooo~ what kinky stuff you guys talking about?”
isagi jumped. “bachira?!”
bachira meguru grinned, hands behind his head. “yo.”
“where did you come from?” isagi demanded.
bachira pointed vaguely toward a lamp post a few meters away. “over there. i was following you guys.”
“why were you following us?!”
“vibes.”
isagi pinched the bridge of his nose. this day was a nightmare.
he held out his hand toward y/n. “c’mon. let’s go.”
she pouted, deliberately looking away. “you can be louder…”
why me?! isagi screamed internally.
something snapped.
he grabbed her wrist—not roughly, but firmly enough to make his point. “move your ass or i’ll make you!”
her eyes lit up.
he immediately regretted everything.
dragging her along, he pointed sharply at bachira. “this isn’t what it looks like, so keep your mind out of the gutter!!”
bachira blinked, watching them disappear down the street.
“…what the helly…”
that night, isagi lay awake staring at the ceiling.
y/n’s smile replayed in his mind.
the way she’d looked at him when he raised his voice.
the spark in her eyes.
his chest felt tight.
she likes it, he realized, finally. she actually likes it.
the thought made his face burn.
it also scared him.
because on the field, the part of him that was cruel, sharp, demanding—that part existed to win. it was calculated, hungry, and ruthless. he’d always drawn a clear line between that version of himself and the rest of his life.
y/n, somehow, wanted him to cross it.
and worse—
some small, quiet part of him wondered what would happen if he did.
isagi yoichi didn’t know it yet, but this was only the beginning.
you decide to tell shoko, and ONLY shoko, your secret.
does not need to be read in any specific order x x x
Ieiri is sitting on a bench, waiting for you.
When you arrive with two cans of soda in hand, you give her one of them, fresh from the vending machine.
Opening the can and taking a big gulp from it, she says, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” you answer back. You take your seat on the bench beside her. Leaning your head back, you sigh. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You have to swear to secrecy.” You hold your pinky out, looking Ieiri straight in the eyes. She pulls her pinky out, linking it with yours. “Okay. So…I’m transferring to the sister school in Kyoto.”
Ieiri takes another sip from her drink. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah,” you say. You finally open your can and take a sip from it.
“So when do you leave?”
You open your phone, checking the current date. “In about a week,” you hum.
“Oh, wow,” Ieiri repeats. “I’m guessing I’m the only one you’ve told so far.”
You nod, before adding, “The only one I’m telling, period. I don’t really feel like telling Geto or Gojo. I doubt they’d care, anyways.”
Ieiri remains quiet at your words. You continue, “I just don’t want it to become a big deal. It’d become annoying if it did.”
You tilt your head at Ieiri, she chugs down the rest of her drink. As soon as it’s empty, she puts it down, settling it between the both of you. “I totally get that,” is her reply. She wants to say more, how she thinks Geto and, especially, Gojo would care more than you think, but she respects your decision. Though Ieiri can’t help but think, it’d be funny to see Gojo’s reaction to the news.
But it’s not her place to say anything.
She leans back on the bench, flicking her eyes towards you. You sat straight, only looking at her with a tilt of your head. “It’ll suck being the only girl here, especially since I heard the incoming first years are both boys.”
You laugh, Ieiri will definitely miss hearing that. “Who knows? Maybe the underclassmen will be your type.”
“Nah,” Ieiri sighs. “I don’t think so.”
You stifle another laugh. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Utahime-senpai told me the boys at Kyoto aren’t very pleasant, so I probably won’t have any boyfriends any time soon.”
Ieiri sits up, staring at the field in front of the both of you. It’s then that she realizes how cold the early spring breeze seems to be. “I hope not. I’d be jealous if you started dating before me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss her joke with a wave of your hand. “So, are you gonna ask me?”
“Ask you what?” Ieiri speaks slowly, though she knows what you’re talking about.
You complete her thoughts. “Why I’m transferring.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ieiri quips. “Why are you transferring?”
You finally put your can of soda down, but Ieiri notices you haven’t quite finished it. You haven’t even drank half of it, only taking tiny sips between each pause in your conversation. “Gakuganji-sensei, even though he’s got an unlikable personality, has promised to mentor me. You know, since we have similar techniques. I think I can learn a lot from him, and he agreed, so he’s gotta see some potential in me.”
Ieiri smiles. She feels a bit of pride as she hears your explanation. She’s not really sure why, though. It’s not like she’s ever really pushed you to train hard, mostly because her training never overlaps with yours. At least with a mentor, you probably won’t die young.
You push your drink until it hits Ieiri’s thigh. She looks down at it, then back at you.
“I don’t really want it anymore. You can have it.” You stretch your arms towards the sky before standing up. “I think I’m going to bed early tonight. See you.”
You’re about to walk away before you bend down, your face close to Ieiri’s.
“Remember, you swore to secrecy!”
Ieiri nods. She waves as you head back inside.
She looks down at the cans of soda beside her. One is Coke, and the other is Sprite. She grimaces. Yeah, she’s not finishing your soda for you.
Fortunately, she doesn’t have to worry about throwing the half-full can away as Geto comes to sit beside her. She doesn’t really question where he came from.
“Ah, are you planning on drinking that?” He points at your discarded can. Ieiri shakes her head, and Geto takes it as his cue to take the can and tilt his head back as he brings it to his lips. Once he finishes downing it in one gulp, he looks at Ieiri, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Why do you look so sad?”
“I’m being left behind,” Ieiri weeps. “[name] is transferring to Kyoto.”
Geto’s eyes widened. “Really?”
Ieiri, realizing her mistake, covers her mouth. “Oh, shoot. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.” She then shrugs, realizing there was nothing she could do about it. “Don’t tell Satoru.”
“I won’t,” Geto says, but the grin on his lips tells her he’s already planning on telling Gojo. He takes both empty cans and leaves, tossing them into the trash.
Gojo has cleaning duty. Of course, he does everything but clean.
does not need to be read in any specific order x x x
It’s Gojo’s turn to clean the classroom today. Usually, he considers it hell and does everything in his power to get out of cleaning duty. Today, however, he considers it a blessing.
Today, you had been called upon for a last minute mission. And in your haste, you had left your school bag at your desk. Gojo thought it was ridiculous that you carried the thing around when your bedroom was a five minute walk from the classrooms, and there really was no need for any school materials when most curricula were on-the-field training.
But now, he chuckled, he realized exactly why you brought a school bag with you. It was for this very moment, clearly.
Gojo snatched your school bag from the hook on your desk and brought it to his own. He unzipped it, noting the two keychains dangling from the zipper, as he opened Pandora’s box. Peering into the open bag, he was a bit disappointed.
You had a couple of notebooks. They were labeled with different subjects. He really didn’t get that, since standard math and science were probably taught one time in the entire time the both of you had been in Jujutsu Tech.
Gojo was anything but deterred, however, as he dug deeper into your bag. He fished out a pencil case with a character similar to one of the keychains on your bag’s zipper. At the very bottom of your school bag was something most interesting.
A romance manga.
He took it out as if it was some sort of prize. It probably was to you, seeing as it was in pristine condition. Not a single yellow page or crease in sight. It was nothing compared to your notebooks, that somehow faced wear and tear.
Gojo inspected the manga from front to back. It didn’t look that special. If anything, it made him cringe a bit. He wasn’t surprised you were into it, but it definitely was not for him. Once he was done looking at the cover and the synopsis, he opened it. There was a bookmark in between the pages, indicating where you’d left off.
He opened it, letting the bookmark fall onto the floor. He’d pick it up later. After all, he was on cleaning duty.
Looking at the open book, he was surprised to see a double spread of who he assumed were the main characters.
His eyes narrowed. The male lead totally looked like him. From his white hair -though that might be because the manga lacked color- to his thick glasses -and that was probably because the characters were at the beach- the male lead was, without a doubt, a carbon copy of Gojo Satoru.
Gojo grinned. “So I am your type, after all,” he said to himself.
That was the conclusion Gojo came up with. Because girls always imagine their crushes in the romance manga they were consuming. He knew that for a fact.
Gojo laughed to himself. He decided to pocket the book, keeping it for later research on you and your interests. He zipped your bag up and placed it back on the hook on your desk. With that, his work was done.
He headed towards the classroom door when it slid open.
Gojo was greeted with you, in all your glory. It seems your mission had just ended, evident in the way your hair was disheveled and there was a scratch on your chin. You still looked so cute.
“What are you doing?” You asked, clearly exasperated. Gojo remained still, staring at you. “Could you move?”
“Oh, yeah.” He moved to the side, allowing for you to enter the classroom. His eyes watched as you went for your school bag.
When you lifted it up, your brows furrowed. You shook it, and Gojo thought you would find him out. Luckily, you didn’t as you instead slid it onto your shoulder and prepared to leave the room once again.
You looked around the classroom before your eyes darted towards Gojo. He smiled, “You look as if you’ve been blessed by my—”
“Didn’t class end an hour ago? Why is the classroom still so messy?” was all you said before you left the classroom, sliding the door shut.
Gojo’s mouth was agape. In his time looking through your belongings, he completely forgot to clean the classroom. And, you totally interrupted his pickup line. He was ready to make you swoon, and you couldn’t even give him the chance to do that.
He sighed, leaning against the blackboard.
Gojo pulled out his phone to text Geto.
Maybe his friend can clean the classroom for him. He’s got a book to read.
gojo seems to have found a way to confess to the girl he likes! geto’s just tired of his best friend’s antics, and he wants his room back
does not need to be read in any specific order x x x
Gojo is sprawled out on Geto’s bed, flipping through a book.
Geto grimaces, slightly annoyed Gojo still hadn’t left his room after spending the previous night there. It was ridiculous, really, considering the fact that their rooms were right next to each other. He really needed to stop indulging his friend’s requests.
“Look at this!” Gojo exclaims. He shoves the book in Geto’s face, allowing him to see what he was reading. A gaudy comic romantic scene between two characters. It looks like one of them is crying as they confess their love to the other, though Geto can barely tell between the garish flowers littering the page and the speed at which Gojo retracts the book similarly to how he had protracted it. “Is this how I’m supposed to tell her?!”
“I don’t really know,” Geto sighs. “Why’re you reading this crap anyways?”
Gojo sinks further into Geto’s bed, dropping the book somewhere on the floor. “I stole it. Found it on her desk and thought I’d learn a thing or two about her.”
It’s as if his best friend is stupid, Geto thinks. He brushes a hand through his hair. Gojo, for being a bit of a genius at pretty much anything he sets his mind to, is out of touch when it comes to high school romance.
“I don’t think she’d take kindly to you stealing her personal belongings.”
“Yeah, like you would know,” Gojo spits out.
Geto exhales through his nose. He must hold back, his friend is simply stressed about his crush, he tells himself.
Gojo cries, scattering his long limbs along Geto’s bed, kicking Geto in the face as he does so. Geto kicks him back, hard enough for him to fall onto the floor. Gojo yelps before grabbing the discarded book once again. He flips through the pages, slightly creasing the spine in the process.
Looking over the edge of his bed, Geto watches Gojo read the manga once more.
From what he can read, it looks like the character being confessed to is moving someplace. That seems to remind Geto of something, but he can’t quite recall it. He scans the pages as Gojo pauses on one part. For a gaudy romance manga that overuses flower decals, the art looks pretty good. He’ll have to look up the author later.
Gojo leans against Geto’s bed. “Is my love doomed just like theirs? Am I simply not meant to be with the one that I love?”
Geto is getting real peeved with Gojo’s whines at this point, but he doesn’t want to add more oil to the fire by giving any sort of response to his best friend.
Instead, he snatches the book from him, completely entranced with whatever story is going on. He flips to the first page, ignoring Gojo’s whines, and begins reading.
It’s a bit difficult to do so when Gojo is trying to take the book back, which Geto finds a bit ironic since the book wasn’t his in the first place. As he holds off Gojo, he ends up at the page that enticed him earlier.
The girl cries to the boy in front of her. Geto’s getting the bigger picture now. The boy is transferring schools, and the girl is taking this opportunity to confess to him before it’s too late.
Geto’s eyes narrow. He finally realizes what this reminds him of.
As Gojo makes another attempt to steal the book back, Geto shuts it and puts it behind him.
“You know,” he begins. “Shoko told me something pretty important.”
Gojo’s interest is piqued. “Is this about…”
“Yes. It’s about you-know-who.”
“Tell me!” Gojo climbs onto Geto’s bed, looking like a sad puppy, it’s almost too funny.
Geto speaks slowly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes! Tell me, Geto. Pleaseeeee.”
Geto holds back a grin. He puts up his best facade, trying to look a bit sad. “She’s transferring,” he says. “To Kyoto.”
It’s as if Gojo has just been told the worst news of his life. He probably was, given how he doesn’t even bother to say anything before he’s running out of Geto’s room.
Finally, he thinks. He retrieves the discarded book and continues where left off.
That is, until he peers up and sees Ieiri at his door frame. It seems she saw Gojo run off towards your bedroom because she looks displeased, to say the least. Although, her eyes show off something a bit more mischievous.
He sighs, closing the book once more and begins to follow her to your room, where it looks like Gojo has already barged in.
He’ll have to continue that manga another time. And he’ll have to ask you for the other volumes before you transfer.
somehow, everyone finds out about your transfer plans. gojo seems to be the most distressed, for reasons you cannot understand
does not need to be read in any specific order x x x
As you’re fixing your bed and preparing to start your day, your door opens, causing your just-tidied blanket to flip up from the force. You turn around to your intruder, faced with none other than one of your classmates.
“Gojo, you couldn’t knock?”
He huffs, letting go of your door knob. “You’re transferring?” He breathes out. “To Kyoto?”
You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Who told you?”
Two heads duck out from your door frame. To the least of your surprises, it’s your other classmates.
“It might’ve slipped out, sorry,” Ieiri says, not a hint of sorrow on her face.
Geto, with a smile, adds, “To be fair, she accidentally told me. Then I told Satoru; though that was on purpose.”
You roll your eyes. Your classmates stare at you, and you’re given no option but to speak when they are all blocking your only way out. You do consider jumping out your window for a moment, but you just cleaned your room, and it would be annoying to have to clean up a bunch of glass.
“Yes, I’m transferring to Kyoto. At the end of next week.”
“What?!” Gojo yells. In a split second, he’s no longer at your door. No, he’s now directly in front of you, both his hands squeezing your shoulders. “And you’re just telling me now!”
“I wasn’t going to tell you or Geto at all. I was hoping to leave quietly, but someone," you look past Gojo and towards Ieiri. She simply sticks her tongue out at you. “Had to let it ‘slip.’”
Gojo lets out a sob. Though, you’re pretty sure he’s just playing it up for everyone. “I can’t believe you didn’t consider telling us. Telling me,” he cries. He shakes you by your shoulders, and you find it hard to pull away when he’s literally gripping you. “Has our time together meant nothing to you?”
“Not really, considering we aren’t really friends.”
He drops to his knees at your words, a strange sound escaping him.
“You killed him,” Geto comments.
“Definitely killed him,” Ieiri tacks on.
You look at your two classmates still poking their heads through your doorframe. “Shut it, you two.” Peering down at Gojo, you sigh. “Why are you so upset? This is unlike you, it’s creepy.”
“I can’t believe you can act so nonchalant about this. You’re moving! All the way to Kyoto,” he moans.
“Um. I know that,” you deadpan. “This is the most we’ve talked in the entire year we’ve known each other; I really don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.”
Gojo looks up at you, a pout on his lips and tears slipping behind his sunglasses. “It’s because I…” He turns around, looking at Geto and Ieiri, who you forgot were there. Geto still has an obnoxious smile on his face, and it seems to widen as he urges his best friend to continue. Gojo turns back around to face you, still on his knees. “I like you!”
Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. Although you’re still looking down at Gojo, you can hear the sound of what you’re pretty sure is a high five come from your doorframe.
“Huuuuh?” You drag out the word. You need to get your ears cleaned because it sounded like he said he–
“I like you,” he repeats.
You chuckle. “Gojo, are you sure? I mean, like, why?”
Gojo slowly stands up, though he makes it a point to avoid looking at you. Not that you could really tell, since his eyes were hidden by his thick glasses. When he reaches eye level with you, you think you could see his nose is a bit red.
“First, you don’t bother to tell me that you’re moving across the country. Then, you completely undermine my feelings! You’re so mean to me,” he whines. You hear your name come out of his mouth with a strangled cry. As he speaks, he brings his hands to yours, holding them so delicately.
Your eyebrows furrow. “I’m…sorry?”
“Is that all you have to say?” Gojo’s lips form a thin line.
“Ooooh…” your other classmates say. You ignore them.
“I mean, I’m sorry, but I can’t return your feelings,” you mutter. You’re really not understanding this at all. And then, it hits you. “Gojo, this is a line from my missing manga! You totally stole it, didn’t you?”
Gojo’s lips are agape for a split second, you almost don’t catch it. Then, they turn into his signature superficial grin. “You totally got me. Yeah, I read it. But you believed me for a sec, right?”
“Whatever. You’re so stupid,” you scoff.
He laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re so gullible. Ah, I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”
He says it in a way that almost doesn’t sound like a joke. Your eyes narrow before you huff and push past him. You make the short distance to your door, where your other classmates reside.
They look almost… disappointed?
But you pay them no mind as they move out of the way, letting you finally leave your bedroom and officially start the day. You don’t even want to think about what just occurred in your room.
note: updates are probably gonna take awhile since i started school,,, sorryy :///
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You dropped everything you were doing as soon as you spotted a familiar man.
It seems he spotted you too since he began to run away from you.
“Nagi Seishiro, get back here, now!” You ran behind him. From the short glimpse you got of him before he started running away, you could tell he was much older since you’d last seen him, twenty years ago, but you recognized that white hair anywhere.
He ran into a room, closing it behind him.
Banging on the door, you yelled, “Get out of there, this hotel is closed!”
Still banging on the door, you heard the door from the room behind you open up. “Why is it so loud out here?”
Turning around, ready to apologize to who was likely one of Daisuke’s groomsmen, your jaw dropped. Before you was Michael Kaiser, in all his glory. You could recognize that rose tattoo anywhere.
“I–Seishiro… and Michael,” you stammered. You looked at Kaiser, then to the closed door behind you, then back to Kaiser. “What…what are you both doing here?”
Kaiser scratched his chest, tilting his head diagonally. “It’s not just the two of us.” You followed his gaze, looking at the door next to the room Nagi was in. The door was ajar, revealing a familiar pair of blue eyes.
“Yo–Yoichi!”
You covered your mouth with your hands, backing away from the hallway. There was no way this was happening. The three men came out of their rooms, taking up the small hallway’s space. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath.
“What are the three of you doing here?”
“We’re on vacation,” the three of them say simultaneously.
“Together?”
Isagi stepped forward, “No, we three strangers just had a shared thought. Complete coincidence.”
You let out a breath in relief. “Strangers. So you don’t know each other?”
They all shook their heads.
“Okay.” You point an accusatory finger at all of them. “You three can’t stay here. I don’t even know who let you book rooms here! The hotel’s closed for renovations— and a girl booked the place for her wedding. You all have to leave!”
You walk backwards, almost tripping against the hallway-long rugs.
“I’ve got to deal with some stuff, but the three of you better be gone!”
You speedwalked away, trying to find another floor for you to take care of. Anywhere but the third floor.
“It was good to see you,” you hear them all say.
fun facts!
★ y/n never told reo or hyoma about nagi and kaiser
★ as soon as nagi texted the gc (last chapter) isagi was already poking his head out to see y/n
preparing for your daughter’s wedding takes a turn when three men from your past arrive outside your rundown hotel. little do you know, these men were invited by your daughter, in the hope of meeting her real father and having him escort her down the aisle on her big day.
tags exes to lovers, smau
content, warnings kinda cringe humor im sorry, semi serious, kys/kms jokes, brainrot, they’re all in their mid 30s, daughter oc!!!!
cw: fluff, established relationship, slight ooc maybe, gn! reader.
notes: i was nice and did a fluff.
"your face is not sore, yoichi."
you let out a muffled yawn, lazily turning to meet his gaze. your bodies lay together, wrapped up in each other limbs and drowning in the sea of white duvet.
"and how do you know?"
you scoff as he leans closer, noses brushing against each other as smiles crack your sleepy faces. you laugh lightly, playfully pushing his shoulder as his arms wraps around your waist. isagi pulls you closer, whining like a pup who wasn't fed,
"c'mon... just one..."
laughing, you reject his proposal again, even as he squeezes your waist and groans dramatically. you grin at him, you cheek lay pressed against his arm that cushioned your head, a sight isagi found utterly heartwarming on the few mornings he was lucky enough to wake up beside you. though even with such affectionate warmth, his heart still stung, throbbing with the memory of your impending separation. only today, he reminded himself.
he pouted, pressing his face forward, lips diving towards yours. when you pulled back, his hand flattened across the plane between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as his lips met yours.
he was so gentle. lips brushing against yours like a dance of delicate feathers, of precious love that could be easily fractured by one rough grain. adoration and trust as your saliva mingled with his, spreading across his tongue as you breathed,
"yoichi."
he chuckled breathily, pressing his forehead to yours as he kept his eyes closed. isagi hummed, not daring to speak after, rather drowning himself in the softness of your affection as your hands roamed his back, soothing his muscles. his hands did the same, holding you like a treasure under his roughened palms.
he pulled the blanket up closer, tucking you both back in beneath the wrinkled sheets, "let's go back to sleep." he offered, running his fingers through your hair. his navy eyes bore into yours, heavy lakes of blue adoration as they sunk closer to yours, lips parting in sweet devotion.
placing one last kiss to your cheek, he pulls you closer, tucking you away into his chest, hiding his prize from prying eyes. the hexagon building he had been trapped in for so long was cold, lonely, but in your arms, he felt anything but that. his legs were sore and tired, shoulder aching from brutal workouts, head thumping from so much thinking. yet, finally, when he gets to melt back into your arms, isagi lets out the softest sigh, satisfaction riddling his body.
"i don't wanna fall back asleep." you confess, still nestled into his chest, "today's the only day i get to spend with you." isagi smiles at your soft pleading, his heart aching when he remembers tomorrow won't be the same, petting your hair. he grins lazily, jesting,
"we could... if only you kissed all my soreness away..."
isagi whines dramatically, again, continuing to lament about the alleged soreness that lingered on his lips. rolling your eyes, laughter broke out between you when your eyes met, crinkled with smiles, a shake of your head as you leaned closer,
note: this chapter has a written portion! also if anyone can teach me how to use memi message in dark mode (or any other fake text app) pls lmk it would help for the next chapter i have planned lol
Emi held up a sign with three names, waiting patiently. She’d kept up with each men on Twitter, so she knew when they would arrive at the Okinawan Airport. Bouncing on her toes, she gasped when she saw them all come out of the terminal.
She held her sign up higher, waving them over.
“Oh, my god,” she said to herself. “They’re here.”
Her attempts to hide her excitement were futile. Though, she was more than excited. After all, one of the men standing before her was her father. Emi’s eyes darted from each of them.
Isagi Yoichi held a gentleman-like nature around him. Based on her mother’s journal, he was her first love. Their fleeting summer romance ended with him leaving her to continue pursuing his football career. As he walked over, suitcase in tow, she couldn’t help but wonder what her life would’ve been like had he stayed with her mother. If he were her father, of course.
Nagi Seishiro stood tall among them, yet he walked the slowest to Emi. From what Emi read, he was a lazy person, but her mom had convinced him to grow a little spontaneous. Although their time together was short, Nagi was shown a life outside of the big city. Emi watched him loiter, getting distracted by an Okinawan souvenir shop.
Michael Kaiser walked with confidence, being far ahead in the trio. He likely didn’t even see the two behind him, focused only on walking over to Emi. From her mother’s journal, Emi could tell he was a man full of charisma, and seeing him in person seemed to prove that. Emi inwardly praised her mom for being able to score with these men.
“Hi,” she breathed out.
Kaiser took one of Emi’s hands into a firm handshake. “Hello. You must be the bride.”
“I am.”
Isagi and Nagi walked next to each other, coming behind Kaiser.
Isagi gasped, “You look just like your mother!” He turned his head to Nagi and Kaiser. “And I didn’t know you knew these two!”
Nagi waved to Emi. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you all, too. I’m Emi!” She put the sign down, only just now realizing she’d still been holding it up the whole time. “I’ll be driving you guys to the hotel, you can, um, see my mom then.”
Kaiser had a sour look on his face as he looked Isagi up and down. Isagi ignored the looks he was getting, instead focusing on following Emi out of the airport. Nagi quietly accompanied behind the group.
Once everyone put their things into the trunk and situated themselves into the car, Emi spoke. “So, I have to be honest with you guys.” She drew in a breath, gripping the steering wheel as she looked at the rear view mirror to see the men packed into the back of her van. “My mom doesn’t know you guys are here,” she squealed.
Their mouths collectively dropped, and Isagi even let out a groan.
“Listen, before you guys say anything! My mom has done so much for me, and she’s always talking about you guys. I just, I had to throw an amazing surprise for her. And what’s better than having you all attend my wedding...” Emi’s voice died down as she looked at the faces of each of the men. They did not seem as excited as her.
Isagi was the first to talk. “Emi, I shouldn’t be here. Things ended bad with your mother; I don’t think she’d like to see me again.”
“That was years ago! Please, it would mean sooo much to me,” she retorted.
“Why?” Isagi’s brows furrow.
Kaiser joined the conversation. “I’ve got to agree with, ugh, Isagi on this. I can book the next flight home and be out of your mother’s hair before she even knows it.”
“Too much of a hassle,” Nagi finally speaks. “Can we just go the hotel so I can take a nap?”
Emi smiles, “Agreed!”
“No!”
She frowns, drawing her eyes down. “When I sent the invites, it was along shot that you’d even reply. Yet you guys came all this way for a wedding, of a girl you don’t even know. Whose mom you knew twenty years ago.” She peeked her eyes back to the rear view mirror. “There must be some special reason you guys flew out all this way.”
The three men laughed.
“You’re just like your mother,” Isagi sighed. “Fine,” he suddenly said, “I’ll stay. I’m curious what Y/N’s been up to.”
“Me too,” Nagi said, leaning further into his seat and closing his eyes.
Kaiser made a noise before saying, “Well, if they’re staying, so am I!”
Emi smiled. She couldn’t believe how easy it was to convince them. She started her car and gave one more glance to the mirror. “You guys won’t regret it, really!”
fun facts!
★ reo and hyoma used to visit okinawa every year, but work’s kept them busy in the more recent years
★ nagi was more interested in staying in okinawa than he let on lol
★ during the car ride, emi asked the men about their time with her mom. she got to find out a lot about the men and learned about things her mom never told her about herself
★ she got isagi, nagi, and kaiser’s phone numbers during the ride at a car ride
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★ isagi went to okinawa for a training camp 20 years ago. nagi went to okinawa on a uni trip 20 years ago. kaiser went to okinawa to vacation 20 years ago.
★ isagi retired from football a year ago. he is now a professional coach, but he still plays matches sometimes.
★ nagi has been a streamer for over ten years, a lot of people say he was their childhood.
★ kaiser has semi-one-sided beef with isagi since a match from over ten years ago.
★ they all received a special invitation to emi’s wedding, though they don’t know it yet
★ y/n, chigiri, and reo are childhood friends. although she lives in okinawa and they live in the mainland, the three of them still regularly talk and continue to keep their friendship strong.
★ y/n had emi when she was 18, she is currently 38. chigiri and reo are essentially emi’s uncles.
★ the orange moss hotel originally belonged to y/n’s parents, and she took ownership of it at 20. she’s been taking care of it by herself since then.
★ emi got into abba because of chigiri.
★ y/n, chigiri, and reo do not follow or know about emi’s twitter account
preparing for your daughter’s wedding takes a turn when three men from your past arrive outside your rundown hotel. little do you know, these men were invited by your daughter, in the hope of meeting her real father and having him escort her down the aisle on her big day.
tags exes to lovers, smau
content, warnings kinda cringe humor im sorry, semi serious, kys/kms jokes, brainrot, they’re all in their mid 30s, daughter oc!!!!
at age seven, isagi learns two things. one, universal truths are always in the present tense (his teacher told him so), and two, you kiss the people you love (his mom told him so). knowing these, he kisses you under the slide in the playground, because he loves you, at least as he understands it at his age.
at age sixteen, isagi decides two things. one, he will become the best striker in the world, and two, he still loves you, albeit a little more than his seven year old self previously thought. but instead of kissing you, he hugs you tightly before he boards the bus to blue lock, and he takes in all the details of you. he thinks of the smell of your shampoo and the melody of your laugh while he's there, but he never tells anyone that.
at age twenty eight, isagi achieves two things. one, he wins the world cup, and two, he gives you his last name. the kiss you share at the altar is wetter and saltier than the one you shared under the slide, thanks to your tears, but his feelings engrave themselves into your memory all the same. he kisses you again for good measure, much to everyone's amusement, and wonders how his love for you is meant to stay in the present tense when it exists in all past, present, and future tenses.
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