when they accidently kick the ball straight into your face.
ft. isagi yoichi , sae itoshi , rin itoshi , ryusei shidou , nagi seishiro , reo mikage (small nagireo mention in reo’s).
YOICHI ISAGI was practicing just like any other day. alone on the grass field, his only friend—more like his enemy right now—being the goal in which he was practicing shots at.
of course, there were obstacles set up to give him a harder time. it’d be far too easy just hitting an empty goal repeatedly. how would he learn like that?
so, alone, he thought, at the very least—his dirty cleats sprang up sharply as he kicked the ball, his aim being direct for the goal, past all of the moving obstacles set up for him to fail.
the stringingly fast ball, shooting short straight into your face.
the one day you wanted to be nice and surprise him with his favorite food to take a break and eat after practice.
he looked petrified. he had visibly flinched when the material of the rough ball met with your skin, his eyes going as wide as those white girls you’d see in horror movies.
it was as if the killer was actually chasing him for the way he looked right now.
alas, snapping out of his trance, he ran over in a sprint, sputtering over his words—“are you okay?!”, “oh shit-”, “I SWEAR I DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE!”, and best of all—“owh.. you dropped the food-”
it was both funny and infuriating that he paid attention to the food having fallen to the ground whilst your nose bled down your jaw.
he felt so bad, he went ahead and made a whole new meal for you both, and the entire day he was consistently asking if you were okay and sulking like a sad puppy, even if you had forgiven him, because he felt bad for hurting you. even if it was on accident.
he gave you a million kisses all over your face where you were roughed up, helped fix you up afterwards of course, and cuddled you to near death by suffocation afterwards as an apology.
ITOSHI SAE wasn’t even paying all too much attention. he had just reviewed some tapes on a game and wanted to revise a few of his sloppy moves which had led to their loss.
it was just a normal day of practice as any other, wasn’t it? you were at home, safe and sound, probably waiting for him to return from practice or at least text you back..
or so he thought. he was wrong. wrong on a whole different level.
you had came to go bring him his dufflebag full of fresh clothes, water, the snacks you made for him, etc.
since he forgot it at home.
he kicked the second before he heard your voice and saw your figure in the corner of his vision—explicitly running directly from where he had kicked the ball up to him, clueless of your destined fate.
sae itoshi, the nonchalant king of the field, was currently scared shitless as his voice rang throughout the air, trying to warn you to move.
but it was too late—a kick like his took mere milliseconds to hit you straight in the face, stumbling back onto the ground where you fell.
your nose was bleeding and from the sheer strength in his kick, of course, your face was now all roughened up and cut. he moved with precision, running over to where you’d fallen with urgency.
this was one of the first times you’d seen him so freaked out. his eyes were softer than usual as he cupped your cheeks, looking over the damage as he crouched down and muttered, “shit.. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for that to happen- how bad does it hurt? fuck, babe, your cheek is all swelled up already-”
he wore a worried frown, and without even the option of processing the moment, you were already being carried away in a princess carry way from the field.
he spent the entire day kissing every inch of your skin as if you were a goddess, buying anything and everything you had on your wishlist, and even skipping an important meeting solely to stay home with you. he felt so bad every time he saw you’re swelled and cut up face.
it made it so hard for him not to stay home for you. so of course he did exactly that, staying home the entire day and treating you like a delicate princess, as if he was afraid he would hurt you again.
of course, he went back the day after to his usual routine, but you made the reminder to never go running onto the field when he’s practicing ever again.
RIN ITOSHI was only doing this because isagi begged him up and down to practice with him and show him his techniques. it took a solid hour and a half of bugging him before he gave in to isagi’s pleading.
isagi stood near him, watching as rin showed him different techniques for shooting the ball which he attempted to replicate.
you’d noticed his tire as you’d watched from the sidelines, waiting to go home—you stood up with his water bottle in hand, walking across the field in their direction.
you thought that they were taking a break based off of the way that they had stopped momentarily, rin standing with the ball pressed under his foot.
running over, your timing ended up being unremarkably horrid as the ball from under rin’s cleats was immediately kicked at an unimaginable speed towards the goal.
you were the goalkeeper that you didn’t ask to be as the ball collided straight with your face.
if it weren’t for your blurry vision after falling back from the collision, you would’ve seen the pure fear in your boyfriends’ eyes.
he audibly gasped, frozen in place. his body seemed rigid, unmoving despite the fear in his veins, his brain telling him to move, but his body wouldn’t listen.
it was only when isagi hit him upside the head that he was snapped out of it—immediately running over after giving him a quick glare. he’d fallen onto his knees, his eyes slightly widened as he accessed the damage, noticing the bruising already forming.
“a-are you okay? that got you good, fuck- let me carry you.” this was the first time you’d ever heard the one and only, composed rin itoshi stuttering as he went to pick you up, his biceps flexing as his hands found their way to your upper thighs to balance you on his hip.
he was worried, but he tried to keep his composure as to not make it worse. he stroked your hair and pressed small kisses to the top of your head, holding you tightly—rin was never usually the one to initiate any physical touch or anything romantic, so you knew it was bad when he was like this—clingy, more quiet than the usual.
even as you got home and bandaged up, he was still pouty even as he tried to hide it. he felt guilty for hurting you, especially since he knows the velocity of his kicks were painful when straight in the head.
he rested his head between your thighs by the time it was time to relax before sleeping, hugging your waist and burying himself between your thighs. it was pitiful to watch, so of course you pet him the entire time and gave him all of your attention even though it was technically his fault you were hurt right now.
he might seen intimidating on the outside, but he’s still sensitive like this on the inside. he can’t stand the thought of losing you, even by such a small thing like this, it scares him to near death.
but this is why he loves you so much—because you understand that and choose to stay no matter his faults. no matter what happens, you still reassure him of your love, so he can never stay sad for too long.
RYUSEI SHIDOU really didn’t mean to. and it wasn’t his fault either, as he claims. he was bored and you agreed to ’play soccer’ with him to give him entertainment. in reality, this was the easiest soccer ever, as he didn’t want to go too hard on you.
which made it even more boring.
so when you told him to really try since you could just tell he was bored—after all, he’s horrible at not exressing how he feels—his adrenaline for excitement had gotten the better of him.
but his version of low isn’t as low as he thinks due to his tall stature.
as the ball flew mid into the air, your weak attempt to react in time failed miserably as the ball hit you right in the face—potentially breaking your nose.
he would laughed if that was anybody but you. you could hear a faint “oh fuck-” from afar in your ringing ears as he ran over, his eyelashes batting dramatically, eyes wide as he scanned the damage.
“and this is why i wasn’t trying, princess!” he grunted, rolling his eyes before his expression fell into genuine worry as he observed your dizzy eyes and bleeding nose. “fuck.. i didn’t even hit it that hard-” he muttered beneath his breath.
after that, he of course brought you to a doctor to make sure he didn’t hurt you too bad.. he clung to you even more than he does on a daily basis and gave you infinite kisses and affection, letting you take any of his hoodies that you want, painting your nails, doing your hair, doing skincare with you, really, he did it all.
he might not openly show it after the day is over and everything is settled and okay again, but he really was worried. fuck, he was horrified seeing you look so hurt because of him. he knows the names people call him, a demon and a monster.. but you saw him differently.
you were the only person who saw the demon for who he really is.
NAGI SEISHIRO didn’t even realize it hit you a good few seconds. reo had dragged him from his bed to go to practice even though there was a limited time event going on in one of his favorite games, so he was trying to get this done, and get it done fast.
he needed to grind up his gems to get one of the new items! he couldn’t afford to waste time. he was just kicking and kicking without a thought in his head until you showed up.
of course, you had showed up to go watch him play his mobile game since practice was about over. bringing him water, snacks, his phone, etc. you liked watching him play, and you knew he wanted to play this event, so of course you wanted to watch him play it since it’s limited time.
he wasn’t even paying attention to where the final ball he kicked was headed before practice came to a close, only to end up snapping his head in the other direction when he heard a loud sound of things being dropped and something hitting someone.
and then he realized it was you. you were that someone.
he didn’t register it at first, but when he did, of course he ran over—he was quiet, staring at your face. once so pretty yet now ruined and bleeding, a sight as such had him frowning.
he didn’t say much, but his actions were enough. he didn’t let you go—ever. didn’t attend practice. for every second possible, he was attached to your hip. sleeping on your thighs. hugging you from behind. his level of clingy rose whenever you were hurt. especially because it was him who caused it.
he didn’t even play games nearly at all throughout those days. he spent them with you, watching movies together or simply cuddling, napping, etc.
he wasn’t scared, wasn’t worried. he just didn’t want to leave you alone when you’re hurt. he was like a clingy cat that you just couldn’t refuse. he felt reassured that it really was okay, that you were okay when you’re comforting him like this, even though it should be him comforting you.
REO MIKAGE was the one who bugged nagi and you to come practice with him since he was bored. he had nothing to do, so why not practice? he can always be better, there is always things he does in professional games that could use improvements, he thinks.
he was working on dribbling and shooting, with nagi, who wasn’t used to this position—played to prevent him from hitting into the goal.
you—who was just giving him soccer balls to kick for practice—wanted to go ask when he was gonna take a break. he’d been going at it for hours.
little do you know that as you were jogging over to him to ask—he was prepping to shoot. he had his eyes on the ball, unaware of your presence nearing him.
the worst part about it was that he was just about the call it quits and hit the showers as his stamina had long gone out and he was just running on adrenaline after this fucking shot.
with the knockback of the ball hitting you straight in the face—you fell over. obviously. back on the grass, arms barely holding you up, legs tangling to get up kind of knocked back.
reo’s eyes shot up the second he heard skin-to-skin contact rather than the goal being hit, having expected nagi to block it hearing that, only to see you. on the ground. holding your jaw and bleeding nose. his mouth went comically agape.
he immediately ran over, sliding onto his knees in front of you. his eyes reminded you of that day all of these years ago—his eyebrows were scrunched together and downward in pure worry, his big eyes wide with fear, as if he had just lost the one thing that mattered to him.
it reminded you of that moment when he was in blue lock, when nagi left him in second selection.
seeing him with that look hurt more than any football in the face ever could.
he hugged you like it would be his final time ever touching your skin—his grip took your near breath away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to let go. not when he kept muttering how he’s sorry, how he didn’t notice, how he needs you to tell him, tell him that it’s okay. that you’re okay.
his voice was so paranoid, his breathing as fast as his impossible heartbeat. he refused to let go, as if you were just going to disappear from his grasp like nagi did all those years ago.
it brought so many unwanted memories to both you and him back.
he had brought you back to his penthouse and immediately did everything he could to make sure you were okay despite him spiraling in the head. he felt physically ill to his stomach whenever he saw the bandages over the scrapes the ball caused when colliding with your pretty face, knowing that it was him to did that.
he was clingy, extra clingy, a complete worrywart. he made you breakfast in the morning and made sure to add cream on any scratches or cuts to help it heal every day. he buys you anything you’re craving without you even having to ask. he’ll kiss each wound he created with the utmost care. if you even think about doing anything he could do for you himself, just give up. he’ll do it.
he was scared. scared he would lose you to for reasons that don’t even relate to a situation like this. hearing you tell him you love him so brought him so much joy, the joy he needs to keep him stable in life. he can’t stand the thought of losing you, but he knows he’ll never have to face that reality.
because he knows you love him too.
he knows you would never leave him. ♡
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