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one did punk, the other ballet ⤿ isagi yoichi

⤿ when punk and ballet crashed, you didn't think you'd get more than a reconciliation with isagi.

⤿ w.c: 1.3k

⤿ brief mention of blood.

your palms are sweaty, warm in the grip they hold around the railing. you're also warm, chest heaving the slightest bit, courtesy of practice. there's a window in front of you, from the ceiling to the wooden floor and the view it offers is quite lovely—it's a bit cloudy, you're pretty sure there's a downpour waiting to fall but as the evening dark is nearing, the sight of colorful, bright city lights seem oddly more beautiful than usual. looking down from the second floor, you watch the people walking down the streets — most probably heading home from work — and you begin to feel the excitement of returning to the safety of your own home.

you can't appreciate it though. none of it. you normally would, but when the loud music from the floor below almost beats over that of the nearby speakers. how is it possible to be so loud?

clenching your jaw, you try to keep your calm. you know the fellow ballerinas in the practice room are part-curiously, part-cautiously glancing at you, ready to see hot steam rising from your head. you run your hand over its top, swiping away strands of hair sticking to your skin and releasing a deep breath.

for a moment, it becomes almost fully silent—there's just the music from the speakers. you wait a little while, but just as you start to think you won't get interrupted any further, the drums, guitars and voices from below start beating again. you release another breath, a heavier one, and the rest quickly understand that enough is enough: "i'll be right back."

feet falling flat to the floor, hasty steps lead you out of the practice room and you're soon rushing down the stairs to the one of the first floor.

you knock on the door. once, twice, but it clearly falls on deaf ears. again, and again, the hits turning harsher and harsher for each one. the music on the other side eventually fades, but only after slamming your fist against the surface.

the door opens, and you're greeted by the face you find the most punchable in the room. you know the feeling is mutual, because you're quick to receive a glare from one of the guitarists whose name you've never been arsed to remember.

"i'm surprised you haven't broken that hand yet," he scoffs, "ever considered chilling a bit?"

"ever considered not being so damn loud all the time? you're always messing up our practice."

from further inside, the drummer sighs, "and here comes the stuck-up."

"and you're a saint?"

"at least we don't interrupt your practice every damn time."

"we're not the ones trying to make the entire building deaf."

"get a different schedule then!"

"we were here first!"

the one who'd opened the door breaks the banter, "alright, let's calm down." for a second, you think the conversation is about to turn civil, only to be proven otherwise: "reasoning with high-and-mighty over here is clearly a waste of time."

you narrow your eyes at him, before tip-toeing on your pointe shoes to peek past his shoulder. "isagi, do something about your little minions, will you? i'm sick of braindead conversations."

coming a few steps closer, the band's vocalist makes his way into your field of vision. "sorry for causing you trouble like this," he says with an anxious smile, "although i'd appreciate if you didn't call them minions..."

the guitarist groans. "you're the leader, isagi, can you grow a spine alread—" a hand on his shoulder makes him quiet, he shifts away to let isagi past.

he comes nearer, close enough to leave the room, and you move back a bit, keeping the same distance. though not fully, he closes the door until the rest of the conversation doesn't get interrupted any further.

"listen, i'm really sorry we keep bothering you, and... about the guys," isagi says again, his smile now an apologetic one. "it's just that we have a gig up-coming, so we've been kinda stressed lately."

you purse your lips—you can't say it's not relatable, you are all too familiar with that feeling after all. then again, for your own selfish good, you know you can't falter really yet. "i get that, but can you be just a bit... i don't know, more quiet?"

you watch isagi rubbing the back of his neck, "i mean, we could try, but i have to check with the others first," he nervously tosses you a glance, sighing upon seeing your not too pleased expression. "alright, how about this? you guys start half an hour earlier, and we'll start half an hour later; that way, our schedules won't overlap, right?"

you contemplate the suggestion. it is a reasonable compromise. "i guess i can talk to the rest about it," turning to him again, the smile you're met by this time is a soft one, one that makes you feel the slightest bit guilty and clear your throat. "sorry for barging in on your practice too, by the way. it's just, you know..."

"oh, no, i understand!" isagi hurries to reassure, and you're thankful that he at the very least knows how to be civil about the matter. okay, maybe you can compromise.

"alright, nice, awesome! if that's all, i'm gonna head back up aga—"

"wait, before you go!" before you can question it, he briefly goes back inside. through the small crack of the door, you can make out how he begins to search for something in his back and upon returning, there's a package of band-aids in his hand. "here, take this."

"what for?"

isagi nods, down at your feet and as you understand what he's referring to, you start to wonder exactly when he had noticed the just barely dried blood shaping as little stains through your pointe shoes. "i was thinking that maybe, y'know, if you've been getting hurt because of how much we've been distracting you."

faster than you comprehend it, your breath hitches in your throat. "don't be ridiculous! i'm not that bad that i'd get hurt because of something like that!" you scoff and yet, you snatch the package away from him. "these are just getting old and uncomfortable."

it drags a laugh from him. "sorry, i didn't mean it to come off like that. i already know you're good at ballet." you arch a confused eyebrow at him and question what he's talking about. "i sometimes see you dancing through the windows up there and— okay, not that i know anything about ballet, but it looks... beautiful, sorta?"

"oh. oh. i— uh, thank you, that's nice of you." you can't help but clear your throat again, suddenly not able to look at him at all and tone falling awkward. "you too. i've heard your singing sometimes too, you have a very nice voice."

isagi laughs once more, heartily. "thanks, y/n! well, i shouldn't keep you up any longer, i have to go back to practice as well — good luck!"

"uh-huh, right back at you," you nod as confidently as you can, relieved that you can finally turn around to leave. almost.

"by the way!" isagi delays you for a second time. turning around again, you wait for him to go on: "our gig is two weeks from now, was just wondering if you maybe want to come and watch?"

awkward doesn't begin to explain any of your attitude anymore and without really thinking twice, you blurt out some sort of agreement that you're not even sure if he catches.

he does: "great! can i get your number? so i can text you the details?"

you're walking up the stairs barely a minute later with a peaceful agreement, a box of band-aids and a new contact in your phone.

you're still warm. warmer than before. you try to ignore it, but it's hard when you're welcomed back by smug grins from every present ballerina.

"finally got a date with isagi?"

"oh, shut up!"

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2am ⤿ itoshi rin

⤿ it only makes sense that most people wouldn't open the door for anyone at two in the morning. for you, though, rin would.

⤿ w.c: 1.0k

⤿ warnings: reader isn't doing well, but no reasons are specified.

it's two o'clock when rin opens the door to his apartment. two in the morning. it doesn't look like he just woke up, but he's clearly tired. or maybe it's just what you enjoy calling his signature resting bitch face, but you can't tell for sure through your blurry eyes.

either way, you're thankful he doesn't shut the door on you even though you'd knocked on it at illegal hours. instead, rin leans against its frame, arms crossing his chest as he sighs. "what is it this time?"

you're certain any other human right in their mind would - even with your terribly timed self-invitation - think that's a cruel, most disheartening reaction to your best friend being upset ever. to you. it's not.

you're his best friend for a reason. he's your best friend for a reason. you've learned to read him like the back of your hand, and what to others may seem like a heartless response rings in your ears like the genuine concern one would hold for their best friend - hence why you start crying, actually bawling your eyes out, to the point where you can't speak between choked out sobs.

another sigh escapes rin. pushing his weight off the frame, he grabs the hand that isn't covered in snot and wiped-away tears to pull you inside, "get in for now. if the neighbors wake up, i'd rather not cause misunderstandings."

you've been to his apartment countless of times. you could walk yourself in it in pure darkness, yet he doesn't release his hold around your hand yet, guiding you through the space and frankly, you don't mind at all.

the living room is dimly lit. you're quick to figure out he wasn't asleep after all, seeing as his usual yoga mat is laid out in the middle of the floor, a bottle placed nearby. okay, you now know you didn't wake him up.

you're leaving the room just as fast though. it's briefly dark when you enter next one, but with a flip of the switch the lights turn on and the kitchen you're oh so familiar with greets you warmly. "sit down."

a comfortable silence falls over the kitchen. it's vaguely broken by the sound of your sniffles, that of rin shuffling around in the kitchen and water soon boiling. the turmoil within you isn't letting up really yet. you know it won't, but having left your home that felt painfully lonelier than usual and instead find yourself in a different type of safety puts you at ease, if even just a little bit.

you're brought out of your thoughts when a cup is placed on the table right in front of you. along with the steam that it lets off, you quickly recognize the scent of the tea bag. one that rin doesn't like, but still keeps a package of in his cabinets because you like it.

you're amused by the thought that he never forgets to buy a new package whenever there's none left of the previous one. you're also amused by the thought that he, despite that, somehow always forgets whether you drink it with or without sugar and has to ask each time. "are you going to cry or grin? decide already."

"sorry," you puff out in something between a sob and nasally laugh. "with."

not too much later, rin sits by the other side of the table with a cup of his own preferred beverage. one leg bent over the surface of the chair. the other leg curled up, pressed to his chest. his elbow rests on top of the knee and against its respective knuckles, he rests his head. his shoulders are somewhat slacking now, and he has overall picked up a form that's relatively lazier than the one he's known for as a soccer player. that's itoshi rin. athlete rin. this is rin. just rin. best friend rin.

best friend rin that has an odd impact on you, because you soon subconsciously pick up his exact form as well.

"so?"

"just... the usual."

rin scoffs. "the usual, my ass. if it was the usual, you'd be crying yourself to sleep right now, not walk all the way here in the middle of the night."

"can you sugarcoat it at least a little? damn..." you scoff back. he raises an eyebrow in return, though doesn't go on. patiently, he waits for you to explain-so you do, you explain that it really is the usual, but with sprinkles of new additional factors that, in all honesty, you didn't need in a situation that already was bad enough as is. you explain that it simply got too much tonight, an amount of too much that wasn't within your control or ability to calmly register.

from start to finish, rin listens. he notes the puff of breath you let out at last, as if emphasizing the end of your miserable story.

"for starters..."

this time, you listen, from start to finish. he's not necessarily offering solutions, but rather helping you make sense of what doesn't; matter-of-factly pointing out what parts of your situation is receiving far too much of your attention than they deserve; threading in strings of logic around what you can do; bluntly sharing his thoughts to an extent just on the verge of brutal, though you do appreciate it.

"either way, the world isn't going to stop spinning for your sake."

"now, that, was unnecessary."

"well, it's true."

"ass."

rin merely sticks his the tip of his tongue out at you before getting up on his feet, beginning to head out of the kitchen as you ask him about it. "getting you some clothes. i can't let you go home this late." while his back is still facing you, a small smile finds its way to your lips before you, too, get up to wash the now empty tea cups.

in the middle of it, you feel a light lump of something settling on top of your head; the sleeve of a t-shirt and strings from a pair of sweats hang to cover your eyes, accompanied with words that make you feel like everything will eventually get better.

"by the end of the day you've survived worse times. you'll get through this too," rin speaks in one last sigh, an almost uncharacteristically soft one, "so let's go to sleep already."

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secret naps ⤿ nagi seishiro

⤿ your relationship with nagi comes as a surprise to most but that's okay. secret or not, it doesn't change the fact that he is set on making you nap with him.

⤿ w.c: 0.4k

⤿ warnings: none

your company toss curious glances in your direction even while collectively entertaining yourself through the silly conversations rising in the small crowd. it's a bit hard to ignore it, but you easily decide to not make a deal out of it. you really can't blame them either-letting them on about your relationship had come as a surprise, even more so once they found out it's been on-going since a while longer back than they expected.

below the chit-chatting and gossiping between students you've acquainted yourself through various classes, it almost feels like they're silently trying to confirm whether your casually announced bond really is true or not. then again, you can't blame them for that either. it's between you and nagi they keep peeking at, after all. sure, your interactions are a long shot away from that of strangers. they happen naturally, and you clearly get along well.

it's just that the combo is somewhat unexpected.

you still choose to ignore it. ultimately, it's not like any of it matters to either of you.

during the change from one topic to another, nagi seems to slowly lose the energy for participating in the conversation. his words become slurrier and slurrier, until they're not existent at all; it's not long until you feel his head drop to your shoulder, the snow white strands tickling your skin, an act that brings out the smallest of a gasp from some of those around you.

"tired?" you speak quietly while the rest proceed with the talking.

"wanna go home," he mumbles, nodding. there's a pause until he, just barely, brings himself to glance up at you. "you're coming over to my place, right?"

"well, i did promise we'd be gaming today," you chuckle. "although it looks like you'll be needing a nap first."

you quickly figure out you're right as no protests can be heard from nagi. that said, your eyes dart downwards to watch how he reaches for your hand beneath the table. it's a sweet gesture, the way his fingers searches for your own, and it takes a lot of effort to bite back a smile once he gives them a squeeze. you respond with dragging your thumb across the back of his hand, pulling out a sigh from him that you're certain is out of content. under your ribcage, your heart swells.

"you're taking a nap with me though," nagi decides, audibly tired but just as determined, and you can't help but release that one smile.

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imagines

isagi yoichi

⤿ one did punk, the other ballet

bachira meguru

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nagi seishiro

⤿ secret naps

mikage reo

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itoshi rin

⤿ 2am

itoshi sae

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kunigami rensuke

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chigiri hyouma

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hitori yo

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shidou ryuusei

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yukimiya kenyu

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