congratulations on your one year bb!!! excited to watch you keep growing.
for your event, if you aren't too overwhelmed with requests, i'd love to see love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right with one barou shouei to give you some good bllk practice. okay love u !!!! thank u!!!! also the red theme of this event is giving me life as a red girlie through and through!!!
barou shouei x love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right
Honestly, you’re not annoyed by Isagi’s sudden intrusion: Shouei doesn’t really have many friends he invites over or hangs out with so, even if you definitely had other plans for the afternoon, you’re kinda happy you’ll get to peer into his closed off social world a little.
Shouei, on the other hand, isn’t really making an effort to hide just how irked he is. Which means the hosting part in a house that’s not even yours, soon becomes your responsibility.
Isagi is all friendly smiles and genuine appreciation as you brew some green tea and lay different snacks on the coffee table, careful to only bring the ones Shouei’s sisters don’t deem as their favorites. Come to think of it, it’s kinda funny, the amount of details you have memorized by now. But then again, it’s probably what being in love feels like for normal people in normal situations.
“Ah, thank you! M’sorry for showing up unannounced, you guys were probably busy but Barou wasn’t picking up my calls and I was just nearby and I really wanted to discuss this strategy I came up with last night—”
“Isagi, it’s fine! It’s not like we had anything special planned” you ignore Shouei’s grunt “besides, I’m really glad I can finally meet you. The man who changed Japan’s football”
The man sitting next to you on the couch tenses up right away, his thigh flush against yours feeling like concrete. What you’re willingly disregarding Isagi chooses to acknowledge instead, stiff smile splitting his face as his eyes dart to Barou.
“Uhm, yeah, thanks” he clears his throat, cheeks already tinted with a pink so pretty “it’s nice meeting you, too. I didn’t know Barou had a girlfriend”
“Oh, I’m not his—”
A big hand, far too warm and rough, closes around your knee and you know that’s your cue to shut up.
“Tell me about the fucking strategy” he growls and you wish you were sitting on his lap, back pressed to his chest hard enough to feel the rumble of his voice. Your legs instinctively clench ever so slightly but you’re certain he notices, because his grip grows tighter.
So you just sit there, listening to Isagi’s new interpretation of the verrou system, one his team seems to have already tested out back in their blue lock days. It’s surprising, really, how compelling he can make it all sound: you’re genuinely invested in the way his mind works, the general idea he’s explaining consisting in players switching not only positions but also roles, depending on the game’s pattern. You know Shouei is still annoyed but, as you glance at his hardened profile, you can’t hold back the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. He’s listening attentively and sharing his unfiltered opinions, soon enough engaging in a full on debate on what kind of players they’d need for a team to successfully apply Isagi’s tactic, all while his other hand casually reaches for the bowl of corn nuts but only after slightly pushing the still untouched cup of tea towards his nemesis, it’s gonna get cold grumbled under his breath.
You pretend not to notice how he glances at you, too. Just to check if you’re drinking your tea as well, just to make sure you’re not too bored while they keep rambling athletic nonsense.
“Pair this shit with total football” Isagi’s face lights up at Shouei’s suggestion.
“With the 4-3-3 sequence? That’s it, Barou! I was missing offensiveness in my scheme!”
“Damn right, you were. Sucker”
You hold back your chuckle and bask in the comfort of something you almost never get to experience: being there, just being there as the man you’re desperately smitten for has a casual discussion over the one thing he loves more than his sisters. It’s nice, feeling like there’s a little corner of everyday life for you to squeeze in for once. It could so easily become routine, it could so easily feel right. It already does.
Isagi leaves shortly after and you say goodbye with a smile and a gentle wave of the hand he reciprocates, enthusiastic promises of updating Shouei on the results of the scheme they have developed swallowed by the door slammed in his face.
You’re leaning forward as he returns to the living room, keeping yourself busy by tidying up the coffee table, two empty cups and a chocolate bar wrapper in your hands as rough fingers grip your hips to abruptly pull you back.
You let out a yelp he almost finds endearing as your butt lands on the firmness of his thigh, arms caging you against his body as treacherously soft lips press to your shoulder blade.
“Shouei, I’m gonna drop these!” you try to wiggle your wait out of his embrace but he tightens his grip, warm breath fanning over your neck.
“What was that little stunt you pulled?” his voice is so deep it sends a shudder down your spine. But you’re not gonna let him win this, not today.
You inch forward enough to place cups and wrapper back on the coffee table and then manage to turn sideways, so close your nose almost brushes against his.
“The man who changed Japan’s football. You wanna fuck him or somethin’?”
“Don’t know” you bite back “maybe, if I did enough times, he’d call me his girlfriend”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.
“S’that what you want, pretty?” one of his hands rises from your hip to your neck, thumb pressing to the column of your throat “thought we’d started this as a game”
“Well, you know what else can be a game? Love. Love is a ruthless game” you drop your had to escape his crimson gaze but he’s quick to tilt it back up by gently grabbing your chin.
“Unless you play it good and right. Pretty girl” he coos with a smirk “you already know how good of a player I am”
