*°࿐ HEART OUT!
“it’s just you and i, tonight, why don’t you figure my heart out?” — [yoichi isagi x fem!reader]
0.04; such a perv.
you tug on your uniform blazer as you make your way to your math class, the seasons were changing and with that came new responsibilities, new pressure— new feelings. although it was nothing you couldn’t handle, right? you had barely gotten any sleep last night, your brief facetime call with isagi replaying in your mind all night, you just couldn’t fathom how he was so nice to someone like you.
nonetheless, you hand in your work sheet and ignore it as you walk past him without sparing a glance. rude, he thinks to himself, but doesn’t bother to do anything about it. the class passes by excruciatingly slow, and everything your teacher says appears to go in one ear and out the other— you were hopeless. you were going to continue flunking, then you’d stop being coach, then you’d get your football privileges revoked as a whole, then your parents would— “l/n,” you hear a voice call, snapping you out of your train of thoughts, you look around, the classroom was practically empty besides you, your teacher, and yoichi isagi.
you nervously walk towards your teachers desk, nerves settling in, this is it, i’m never touching a football again. “you did really well on last nights homework.” your teacher smiles at you. oh. “well… i got some help.” you admit sheepishly.
“oh? from who?” your teacher inquires.
“isagi.”
“hm. i see.” your teacher pauses for a moment, “isagi, will you come here?”
isagi’s head whips up at the sound of his name, his big blue eyes widening— somehow making them look even bigger, if that was even possible. he slowly zips up his backpack and makes his way towards you, “is something wrong?” he asks nervously.
of course the only thing he’s worried about is getting in trouble. you think, holding back an eye roll.
“no, not at all.” your teacher states calmly, “in fact, i wanted to thank you. l/n’s been struggling a bit with this class recently, nothing too bad, but definitely not as good as she used to be.” your jaw tightens as you feel isagi’s eyes glance at you briefly, great, he just had to expose you like that. “she did really well on yesterday’s homework assignment, apparently you helped her?”
“yes,” isagi nods, “i did— is that against the rules? sorry. i just wanted to be helpful.” he attempts to defend.
“no, i wanted to thank you, isagi.” your teacher said, laughing lightly at isagi’s frantic demeanor, “and since you were able to help her tremendously, maybe you could perhaps tutor her? nothing too extreme, just twice a week, i think it would be really beneficial.”
cursed. that was the only logical explanation for what was happening to you. you were being cursed.
“oh! of course, i don’t mind at all.” isagi smiles softly, looking towards you.
your teacher raises an eyebrow at your silence, “l/n?”
“that’s fine.” you manage to grit out.
“it’s settled then. thank you, isagi.” your teacher smiles before dismissing the both of you. you quickly begin to bolt your way through the halls, anger slowly pumping through your veins— this whole situation was utterly embarrassing, and you knew isagi was nice enough to act like it wasn’t, which just pissed you off even further.
you could feel isagi’s presence as he shuffled after you, “hey, wait up!” he called out before finally catching up to you. “hey, that was good, right? you're doing better, and i'm sure tutoring will help you even more!" he beamed.
curse him and his annoying optimism. "what do you want, isagi?" you sigh.
his face drops ever so slightly, "uh, i was just gonna say that we should probably schedule tutoring after our conjoined practice's... 'cause it'd be easier since we get done with practice at around 6, and we'd already be at the same place..."
"whatever," you roll your eyes, "i'm gonna be late for english."
"oh! i also have english next, i'll walk with you!" he offers.
why. was. he. so. nice. you clench your jaw, "keep a distance, don't want people thinking we're friends."
“right.” isagi mutters under his breath, slowly trailing behind you. "so, you excited for practice tomorrow?" he attempts to start up a conversation.
"whatever. you and your team better not drag us down." you mutter.
you feel him visibly deflate behind you, "hey, you said it yourself, we're good." he attempts to defend.
"you're good enough." you shoot back.
a slight pout appears on isagi's lips, "well, for the record, i think you guys are really good."
"of course we are."
isagi sighs, "you're really hard to have conversations with, you know that? it's like i'm talking to a brick wall. an angry, mean, non-chalant, arrogant, cocky brick wall. you know who else makes you feel like you're talking to a brick wall? rin itoshi! i told you, you guy's are exactly alike. well, honestly, you're probably friendlier than him... and that say's a lot about him. but, at least you reply in sentences, you're lucky if you even get a word out of rin. i'm kinda worried for the both of you, that cant be good, being this anti-social--"
"oh my god!" you snap, "do you ever shut up? talking to you is like turning on the TV and then fucking glee comes on and they just wont stop singing, and then the remote stops working so you're just forced to listen to singing and screaming. its annoying. you're annoying!"
isagi's eyes widen, "okay... i know you just yelled at me, but that's the most i've ever heard you speak to me... i'm kinda excited. i feel like we're making progress here. we're making progress, right? yeah, we are." he slightly smiles.
your face twists in disgust, "excited? you're such a perv, i knew you had a kink."
"oh my god, no! no, no, no! that's not what i meant... not excited like... that," he purses his lips, "i'm not a perv, i swear! i'm not."
you roll your eyes, ignoring him as you walk into the classroom without sparing him a glance.
WEDNESDAY, 4PM;
you huff as you tie your shoe lace, muttering angrily to yourself as you, along with the rest of your team, get ready for conjoined practice. "i swear, we've all began to think you're schizo. are you talking to yourself again?" kimiyo lets out an airy laugh as she sits down beside you.
"i just can't believe we have to do this. it's so stupid!" you say frustratedly.
"hey, i'm sure it'll be fine... maybe even fun! who knows? lets just give it a shot."
"whatever." you mutter before standing up, you clap your hands together, "alright girl's, you all ready? you guy's better give your best performances today." you say to the group of girl's standing amongst you in the locker room, your eyes quickly scan the room before sighing, "has anyone seen shiori? i swear to god if she's late again... i literally warned her about this yesterday." you ask as you receive many 'no's', you shake your head slightly, "let's just get out there, i'll deal with her later." you conclude before walking out of the locker room, making your way onto the field as the rest of the team follows behind you.
your met with the sight of a very confused boys team, standing there looking like they're five year old children who've strayed away from their mom's in a grocery store. you walk up to isagi, not bothering to greet him or the rest of the team as your girls line up in front of you. "alright guys, warm ups first. aiko, is your leg feeling better, no? 'kay, just sit out the last exercise... better safe than sorry." you mutter the last part to yourself as you begin warming up.
a few minutes pass, and you notice that isagi's team is very much still standing there doing nothing. you roll your eyes, "are your little perv's gonna stand there watching us warm up or are you gonna warm up too?"
isagi snaps out of it, "oh! right... warm ups, heh, yeah... definitely doing that now." he says before facing his team, who are all just standing there, basically loitering.
"we don't have a warm up routine." a red head mutters. he has nice hair, you think to yourself before sighing out.
"let me get this straight... you, yoichi isagi, have somehow become team captain. really, how you got this far is beyond me. and you're saying you don't even have a warm up routine for your team? what? do you guys just jump straight into playing? do you know how unsafe that is?"
"hey, hot stuff. don't go all prissy princess on us, 'kay? jumping straight into playing has never failed us. warming up is just extra steps... like foreplay. it's useful, not necessary." a guy with pink frosted tips speaks out.
your face grimaces as your eyes widen, "did you just compare warming up to foreplay?!" you exclaim, "oh my god, i was right. your team is full of pervs just like you!" you yell at isagi before turning back to the peculiar guy, "and who the hell do you think you're calling hot stuff?"
"you heard me," he smirks.
"cut it out, shidou." rin's voice cuts him off, "she's right. we should be warming up, it'll give us a major advantage."
"at least you have one sensible guy on your team," you roll your eyes, "get to warming up, pervs."
"hey, i'm sensible..." isagi mutters to himself as a pout forms on his lips.
you turn your back to him as you see shiori running towards you, "i am so sorry!" she exclaims, out of breath.
you turn to face her, "what'd i tell you last time, shiori?"
"that if i was late one more time i was off the team... but listen, i couldn't help it--"
"save your half baked excuses for someone else. i swear, this is your last chance. five laps." you say sternly.
"five?" she pouts?
"you were five minutes late, weren't you? unless you wanna make them six."
"no! no, five is great." she says before running off.
"geez, this girl's a hassle..." you hear one of the guys mutter from behind you, you turn around, and just as you expected, it was non other than seishiro nagi. you had a couple of classes with him, you didn't know all that much about him, except for the fact that he was extremely lazy and reo mikage would practically do anything for him. it was a weird relationship, but hey, who were you to judge?
"i don't know, my monster's telling me this is gonna be fun." a yellow, bobbed cut boy with an alarming grin said from beside him.
"monster?" you question.
"he's my friend... he likes you." bachira continues.
"your friend?..." you shake your head, "great, a team full of schizo's and perv's. exactly what i needed."
"don't mind bachira, and don't take anything he says literally, either." reo lets out an airy laugh.
finally. someone on this team you actually liked. your parent's worked alongside reo's, which resulted in you forcefully hanging out multiple times as kids. he was actually pretty fun, but as you got older, you naturally drifted apart.
"reo, good to see you." you smile lightly.
"likewise." he nods, "quite the team you've got here, very organized."
"you know me." you shrug.
"i do, you're nothing if not bossy, golden girl." he smiles at the faint memory of you bossing him around multiple years ago.
"you two know each other?" isagi questions.
"our parents used to work together, naturally, we were forced to hangout many many times." reo shrugs mindlessly.
"hey, don't tell me you didn't enjoy my company." you put a hand to your heart, pretending to be hurt.
reo rolls his eyes as he laughs, "you know i did."
you smile softly at him before turning back to your teammates, "are you guy's all warmed up? we should probably get started." you say as they nod at you.
you turn to isagi, "we'll start with passes, 'kay? we'll group them into three's, we should have seven groups."
isagi nods at you before the both of you begin creating mixed groups of three's, you end up with isagi and rin.
"okay guys listen up, this should be pretty easy, we'll just do regular passes in formations of three's." you say before turning back to your group.
the three of you begin running, keeping a steady pace as you pass to each other. you had a patter, rin starts with the ball, he passes to isagi, and isagi passes to you. you've been doing this for around seven minutes before rin decides to pass to you instead, your eyebrows furrow, but you accept the pass nonetheless. you pass to isagi, expecting him to pass back to rin, but instead he stops the ball between his feet.
you look up at him, confusion plastered on your face but all his attention is on rin. "you're supposed to pass to me, not her."
your confusion only arises, was he really pissed because of this? "it doesn't matter." rin mutters.
"it does, our formation was you, me then her. you just messed it up." isagi continues.
"does it really matter, isagi? i'm sure he didn't even mean to do it." you sigh, not wanting to waste anymore time.
"i did." rin mutters, but his eyes never leave isagi's, that's when you realized, this didn't have anything to do with you— you could tell, rin was just trying to rile isagi up, and it was working.
you roll your eyes, "really, rin? grow up. i'm not gonna be in between your little middle school rivalry, i don't care about whatever issues you have with each other, leave me out of it." you watch isagi and rin stare each other down for another second before rolling your eyes once more, "you guy's looking like you're about to hate fuck each other, seriously, you're both pathetic. grow up." you say before walking away.
"next exercise," you yell out, "groups of two. pick your groups, i don't care. we're gonna focus on dribbling this time. one of you will start with the ball, and you're meant to get to the end of the field without losing it. every time your opponent steals the ball is five push ups for you."
an hour later, and multiple more exercise's, you've decided to call it a day. you sigh in relief as you walk towards kimiyo, sipping on water as you begin to make your way to the locker room.
"hey, it wasn't that bad, right?" kimiyo asks.
"you're just saying that 'cause you got to flirt with yukimiya the entire time." you roll your eyes.
"fine, you caught me there... but seriously, it went pretty well."
"i guess." you shrug.
"speaking about yukimiya... i actually can't give you a ride back tonight, he offered to drive me home— only if that's okay with you!"
"yeah, that's fine, i'll just walk home."
"are you sure? i can ask him if we can drop you off too, it's pretty late." she says, her tone laced with concern.
you smile softly at her, "i'm sure, kimi. have fun with him."
"you're the best," she smiles at you, giving you a slight hug before running off, "text me when you get home!" she exclaims as you nod.
"not that i was totally eavesdropping... but are you sure you can walk home alone right now? it's dark out, my monster say's it isn't safe."
you roll your eyes, what the hell was up with this guy? "oh, thank god for your monster. what would i ever have done without him? must be unsafe if he say's it is." you say condescendingly, your tone laced with sarcasm.
"mhm!" bachira nods frantically, "luckily, isagi's right here! he can drop you off, can't you, isagi?" you both turn to look at him, his eyes widen.
"huh? what— bachira." he says through gritted teeth before turning back to you, "uh, yeah. i can. i mean, only if you want to… we have tutoring anyways, so..”
"whatever. beats walking home. i’ll meet you out here in 15." you mumble, walking into the locker room for a quick shower.
a/n: chill on me guys idk shit abt football ok
