anyways can i request seeing ex bf isagi (ended on good terms) during his break from bllk v. u20 match. then yall realize there’s something still between the two of you so you decide to give it another shot and yall go on the best date everrrrrrrr
#isagigirlforlife
“𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞”
a/n: #ISAGIGIRLFORLIFE FRRR
i love him sm it's not even funny. in my head, we've been dating since december 2020 (which is when i started reading the manga)
(header art credits go to _266hr on Twitter)
shibuya was buzzing.
neon lights dripped down the buildings like electric rain, and the crowd pressed against you in waves, laughing, shouting, moving with the current of the city. you adjusted your scarf against the winter chill, clutching the small bag of taiyaki you just bought. the warmth of the pastry barely made it past your fingertips.
you weren’t really thinking about him. not really.
sure, you heard about him a lot recently because of his famous U-20 goal, his name slipping through the cracks of conversations, a commentator mentioning how he took a break from his soccer career after such a big match. but you didn’t dwell. you told yourself you wouldn’t. that part of your life was over.
until it wasn’t.
because there he was.
at the edge of the crossing, right beneath the giant screen looping a music video, stood isagi.
black beanie low over his forehead. hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie. same slightly awkward stance, weight leaned on one leg, like he was waiting for the world to slow down and meet him at his pace. but it was the eyes that gave him away, the same deep blue that once made you forget entire conversations. and right now? they were locked on you.
your feet refused to move.
his didn’t either.
the crosswalk light changed, and people rushed between you. bodies blurred the view, but neither of you budged. it was only when the last straggler passed that isagi took a single step forward. hesitant. almost unsure. which was funny, really, because you’d never once seen him hesitate before.
“hey,” he breathed out when he was close enough for you to hear. his voice was quieter than you remembered. or maybe just softer.
“hi.” your throat tightened. “you’re back.”
he nodded once, his eyes scanning your face slowly, like he was memorizing it all over again. his gaze lingered on the loose strand of hair by your cheek, the slight chapping of your lips from the cold.
“for a few weeks.”
“just visiting?”
“... yeah.”
the corner of his mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile. you recognized the look in his eyes, it was the same one from the night you sat on your bedroom floor, breaking up between hushed voices and lingering touches. ending on good terms. whatever the hell that meant.
“wanna walk?” he asked, voice low.
and you should’ve said no.
because you were supposed to be over him.
but instead, you nodded.
𐙚
the streets were still restless, but somehow, it felt quieter with him next to you.
“so you really took a break?” you asked, glancing at him.
he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. “more like i’m on break.”
“ah, i see.”
his lips twitched. “mmm, you should’ve seen the headlines. people thought i had an injury or something.”
“oh, i did.” you grinned slightly. “someone sent me the article.”
he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his mouth parting slightly like he wanted to ask, who? but instead, he just hummed.
you both stopped in front of a vending machine, the neon glow painting your skin. you watched as he fished out a few coins from his pocket. you were about to protest – you didn’t want anything – but then he pressed the button for the same drink he used to get for you. the one you always said tasted like liquid sugar, but secretly loved anyway.
he didn’t say anything when he handed it to you. he just held it out.
like muscle memory.
𐙚
you didn’t know how long you walked. the neon lights turned softer, the crowds thinning as you wandered into quieter streets. you stopped at a small park, finding a bench beneath a lonely street lamp.
and that’s when it happened.
the part where you both realized you were still idiots for each other.
“i missed you,” he murmured first, low and barely audible.
your fingers went still around your drink. the words made your throat tighten. your heart stutter.
“yoi…” you started, but he shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
“no. let me.” he exhaled slowly, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “i thought i was fine, you know? that i needed the break. the space. the time. but no matter where i was – the weight room, the soccer field, in a dorm with other guys, playing in front of 20,000 people – everything just… felt off. i couldn’t even figure out why for the longest time.”
he tilted his head slightly, and his voice was quieter when he added, “and then i saw you tonight, and it made sense.”
your breath hitched.
“you were the thing that was missing.”
he glanced down at his hands, then back at you. “so. if you wanna give this another shot… i’m here. for real this time.”
the weight of it hit you all at once. the memories, the ache, the longing. the nights you told yourself you were over him. the nights you knew you were lying.
and you could’ve made him wait. made him work for it.
but instead, you leaned forward. and kissed him.
his lips were warm despite the cold, familiar in the way your heart remembered them. he kissed you softly at first, like he was testing if you’d disappear. and when you didn’t, he exhaled sharply against your mouth and pulled you closer.
his hands cupped your face, fingertips brushing behind your ear, threading into your hair. the kiss deepened, slower and heavier, and when you finally pulled away, you were both a little breathless.
𐙚
the date that followed felt like a fever dream, but the best kind.
he took you to a hidden dessert café, the kind you’d always gushed about, but never got around to visiting. he ordered the matcha parfait you used to love, and you teased him for still knowing your order by heart.
then you ended up at the arcade, where he somehow managed to win you a giant stuffed cat on his first try. you held it with a mock pout, accusing him of making it look too easy, but he just smirked and said, “i’m still showing off for you, huh?”
you rolled your eyes. but your cheeks were warm.
after that, you both wandered into a 24-hour bookstore. the kind with dim lights and floor-to-ceiling shelves that made you feel like you were in a different world. you read the back covers of random novels, picking the most absurd ones to make him laugh. and you succeeded every time.
and when you were both tired from walking, you ended up at a convenience store, sitting on the curb with a bag of snacks between you. you shared a pack of strawberry pocky, lazily alternating bites until your hands brushed more than once. he didn’t pull away. neither did you.
𐙚
when he walked you home, he stood outside your door for a moment, hands tucked into his pockets.
“so… tomorrow?” he asked, almost shy.
you smiled. “and the day after that.”
he grinned slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners.
and when he kissed you again, slower this time, you knew.
Thank you for the amazing months you have given me. It made me happy to know that I had one last chance to make this relationship work. One last chance to really prove myself worthy of your love. I guess you got caught in the confusion of that suppose drunk text you sent me that weekend of after your birthday. Where your friends texted me pretending to be you drunkenly texting me saying “I hope we can go back where we left off” I just didn’t know why?
I come to know today that you wanted to stop things and I asked you if you ever at some point in this 3rd chance to make this relationship work you had ever truly loved me and you were honest and told me no. You were innocent in this, you truly thought you sent that text that night and you thought that maybe there was feelings in your heart for me. Unfortunately our relationship died right on my freshman year of High school a couple of days after your prom.
This third time of being with you brought me so much joy and honor to be able to feel the touch of your alluring soft lips against my coral brim lips. To feel the warmth of your strong body pressing against the curves of mine, melting of the coldness of my heart. Leaving me with starry eyes filled with hopes and dreams of us together growing old and looking at the sunset and then be able to look at your brown eyes and fall in love with you once more.
I felt happiness in my heart and it would always skip a beat to the sound of your name. The butterflies that once were rapidly flying in my stomach seem to have migrated somewhere else, my rosy cheeks are back to to the color of the warm beige sand of summers and the shine that was found once in my eyes has deemed. Part of my soul sank deep into the earth and is now became part of little granites.
I have to truly thank you however, for giving me those feelings of love and happiness. I truly appreciate and will hold on to them dearly for once i have children I am able to talk to them about this love i had for a gentleman that i’ve met in my lively years. I won’t forget you ever because you have taken my heart for ransom at such a price that i can never give to retrieve it…
Please i hope that the wonderful lady to capture your heart in the future will love and care for your heart the same way I once did… May she truly make your heart content and may she always satisfy your needs the same way i tried to so. May she be handsome as you once thought I was and must she love you and your family the same way I did.
My heart will whimper but I will try to fulfill it with the love of those who wish me well and with the love of those who care. I will walk through this path and I’ll eventually will be able to let go of the helping hand and be on my own. One day i’ll be happy, one day I’ll find my beloved gentleman who is going through his life looking for me without having a clue of who I am. Until then my heart will wait and will continue to beat with such strength and passion.
I wish you well my dear lover, and may you have a wonderful life filled with love and blessings
