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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 — i. sae

"i thought of you with the birds, but you never sang for me."

There was a stream of fog rolling across the road, heralding a cold and bleak morning.

Your feet were planted on the dashboard of Itoshi Sae's BMW, the radio a far dissonance from the tension drowning the both of you in waves.

"Are you sure?"

He didn't sound angry or sad.

In fact, you never knew exactly what Sae was feeling.

His walls were too high, and the soft tenderness of his heart was often guarded by a ring of spikes many would not consider to climb. You were one of the lucky few who had wriggled your way under the famous prodigy's skin, latching like an open wound on his otherwise unblemished skin.

Now, after two years of an unfulfilling relationship, it was time to tear the bandaid off in one swift, numbing move.

"Yes."

You removed your feet from his dashboard, swiping at some dirt left behind. Breaking up with Sae was one thing, but leaving your dirty tracks was beneath you.

A hard swallow bundled through the hawthorn of nerves in your throat. You couldn't speak in case the spikes would prick you instead.

Those teal eyes never lifted from the road, the ticking of the indicator —showing right, a direction you wondered if you were smart enough to take when it came to protecting your heart from Sae—was blinking like a metronome at measured, three second intervals.

You expelled a shaky breath.

"Sae—"

"I think it's for the best."

He finally looked at you, and the shallow emotion on his blank face was all the confirmation you needed. Your heart sank to your stomach, your ribcage flat against the high seat of this luxurious car.

Another hard swallow. "Okay."

This was the first time you got out of his car without kissing his cheek. He would never ask you to commit that loving gesture, and you would never forget to give it to him no matter what. Now, his cheek tingled and your lips were cold.

"Bye bye."

Your whispered parting barely stirred the old ghosts lingering in the space you once sat.

You turned around and never looked back.

Perhaps, if you did, you would've changed your mind when the glossy sheen in his eyes made itself known in the partial darkness.

Life was quiet without you.

The sun was beating down the back of his neck, warming the silver chain he wore around his throat.

Sae sketched his listless eyes across the sprawling city right at his feet. The world was his, but he was growing apathetic to it day by day.

Cobblestone streets barely held their charm. The family-owned restaurant down the road selling home cooked Japanese food didn't lift his spirits anymore.

The world was colder now that you were gone.

Everyday, he would glance at his phone, wishing he could beat the timezones and distance to get back into your arms.

You were probably asleep right now, wrapped in your favourite kaftan blanket. Today's Friday, so you had work in a few hours. Sae knew you would head out for drinks at your local bar to decompress after another hectic week in the office. Maybe you would treat yourself to an ice-cream cone at a gas station on your drive back home.

He clenched his fists, exhaling a jagged breath.

Time seemed to slow down into molasses when he picked up his phone, shaking off his fears and hitting the call button on your contact card.

"Hello?"

It wasn't your voice on the other end.

Gruff and low, rough with sleep. The other man in your bed, the one you easily replaced him with, was waiting for your ex-boyfriend to speak.

Sae's throat went dry.

"Hello? Who is this?"

A sinking feeling dragged him under its current when his eyes were finally opened to the truth.

You had deleted his number.

His name under your contacts had changed. He remembered what it was before you two broke it off.

Sae bae. With a red heart and a padlock behind his name.

And now, you had done the impossible; you had forgotten him.

"Sorry." The lump in the back of his throat felt like coal, dredging his words with the minefield implosion of his hopes. "Wrong number."

The currents of time flowed as it did—in ebbs and whirls which made the fresh wound of your breakup with Sae turn into little more than an ugly scab in your memories.

Years later, you were married, walking down the street to a nearby grocery store when a headline on a news stand caught your eye.

You approached the newspaper with open curiosity, rereading a name you hadn't seen in a long time.

Japan's football prodigy, Itoshi Sae, announces his wife's pregnancy in a sweet Instagram post.

Something thrummed in your chest, painful and hot when you picked the print up, flipping to the stated page where that piece of news seared through your mind like a forest fire.

Itoshi Sae, Spain's midfielder, shows off his wife's baby bump in a new post that has fans excited for this new phase in his life.

Sae's smiling face was a blank slate in your static-filled mind. Setting the paper down, you pulled out your phone, dragging his social media handle up.

Your ex-boyfriend was a private man, but over the years, he grew comfortable enough in the public light to show off his wife in a way he never used to do for you.

Her dark eyes and smile were sweet and genial. She was pregnant, supporting a hand under her small bump while your auburn-haired ex had his arm around her, his face pressed into her neck.

They lived in a house by the sea, judging from your scrolling; his life unfurling before you like an unfamiliar book you once knew all the words to.

His wife looked healthy and well-taken care off; her smile was infectious and you found yourself turning wistful.

The gold band around your ring finger caught your attention, and you took a second to admire its shine.

Once upon a time, you thought a life like this with Sae could've been yours.

You envisioned your days by the beach, watching seagulls fly past the white clouds and feeling the waves lap at your toes. Maybe you would've been carrying his baby, one hand perched on your swollen belly while his soft teal eyes would find yours from across the stretch of sand.

Never would you have believed that the life you held onto had given way to another blessing you hadn't saw coming.

With all your heart, you wished Sae Itoshi the best.

He may have never sung for you, but you were relieved to discover he could sing for someone else.

And you were glad you had found another man who could give you the whole world and his heart, as well.

Miles away, where Sae's feet were dusted with sand, yours hit the pavement, high heels clicking off into the distance as you walked away from the news stand and the picture of his smiling, bright face—back into the safe embrace of your everyday life.

a/n: it's bittersweet how the currents of our lives may not intersect with the ones we want, but the ones we absolutely need.

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mkay. I read of habits that they pick up and I when I was reading sae’s part on how he’d go feral if his ring broke-

…

maybe like … you could

elaborate on that 🤭🤔

i think it'd break in the middle of a match, or like, he loses it in the middle of one and gets so salty. like no one is safe. not his teammates, not his manager, not the random guy asking for an autograph. he at first, he wouldn't admit to you that he lost it. he wants time to look for it or fix it before you find out. he thinks you'll be mad 'cause he knows it was expensive, but you really wouldn't care much because you got it a couple years ago. anyone who talks to him immediately gets side eyes or eye rolls. is not dealing with shidous bs today. "shut up. If you're not going to help me find it, then you can fuck off." eventually you find out and find it funny, and he gets all salty on you, "why are you laughing? it's not funny." if he can't find it, he's in a sour mood for the next few months, no joke. not even you can cheer him up; nothing works. he loved that ring but wasn't sure why. it was like his kind of ritual to kiss it before and after a goal, and he always instinctively reaches for his neck to do so. will NOT heal from this wound UNTIL you get him a ring like it. still isn't the same as the one before, but atleast people are safe from his insults and a rude looks!

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searching up a fluff tag but the first thing you see is still smut🥰💋🥰🗣️💔🙏😝🗣️😅🗣️👆

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BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP! NO ONE CAN ESCAPE MY BOOPS!!!

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i genuinely hope that boop day inspires everyone to interact more with other tumblr users. because it’s clearly way more fun this way!! even once the boop button is gone, there’s still asks, tag and ask games, comments, dms, fuck it let’s bring back blog rates i don’t care. part of the reason that tumblr is dying is that its way less social than it used to be. let’s fix that!!

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it’s been an honor booping with you all today

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man :(( common tumblr L

why cant i boop u bro 😨

the removed it it was only for april fools:((

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even after this goes away i want my mutuals to know i'm always giving you a little boop

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love's influence itoshi rin

a/n: whew, and i'm back with a little piece. this one get's a bit angsty, but about rin's past-- not between reader and rin. i tried a new writing style but idk <3 it was fun for sure though. NOT PROOFREAD‼️

rin itoshi is a stranger to the concept of love.

he’s never experienced butterflies fluttering in his stomach, adrenaline flooding his veins when he’s embarrassed because he stuttered (something he never does). he’s never experienced the bliss of swaying side to side clumsily with his partner to the melodic tune in the background, having a good laugh at their stupidity. 

he’s closed himself off, ever since his elder brother had come back from spain. when sae went back, he did take his luggage– and a fragile piece of rin’s heart as well. he’s had trouble trusting anyone ever since. he’d never wish to feel the betrayal again from his own’s.

rather than taking the risk, he’d rather live a monotonous life, be called “boring” by his peers. he has nothing to look forward too, except his football sessions. though he’d never admit it, he is a bit lonely. he does, in fact, yearn for companionship. he does want to have good laughs with someone, he does want to dance with his partner to the soft melodic tune. 

but, to his dismay, he will remain a stranger to love, until he learns to trust.

rin itoshi, the man who lived monotonously, each day no different than before, had started to change under the influences of you.

he, now, thinks that he might have a chance of experiencing everything he had yearned for. he thinks you are his ultimate hope. he’s grateful for you. he feels a bit sorry for you– because of his cold demeanour, but he can’t do anything but help it, as this is what he’s used too. he doesn’t realise the little changes in his behaviour. but obviously, the people around him too.

his peers have started noticing that he smiles, albeit barely noticeable, at their jokes, the jokes which he’d say were “lame” or “stupid”, they don’t dare mention it though. his parent’s notice that he’s been going out more often, and they’re glad about that, they thank whoever’s responsible for this.

rin itoshi is starting to get familiar with the concept of love.

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love's influence itoshi rin

a/n: whew, and i'm back with a little piece. this one get's a bit angsty, but about rin's past-- not between reader and rin. i tried a new writing style but idk <3 it was fun for sure though. NOT PROOFREAD‼️

rin itoshi is a stranger to the concept of love.

he’s never experienced butterflies fluttering in his stomach, adrenaline flooding his veins when he’s embarrassed because he stuttered (something he never does). he’s never experienced the bliss of swaying side to side clumsily with his partner to the melodic tune in the background, having a good laugh at their stupidity. 

he’s closed himself off, ever since his elder brother had come back from spain. when sae went back, he did take his luggage– and a fragile piece of rin’s heart as well. he’s had trouble trusting anyone ever since. he’d never wish to feel the betrayal again from his own’s.

rather than taking the risk, he’d rather live a monotonous life, be called “boring” by his peers. he has nothing to look forward too, except his football sessions. though he’d never admit it, he is a bit lonely. he does, in fact, yearn for companionship. he does want to have good laughs with someone, he does want to dance with his partner to the soft melodic tune. 

but, to his dismay, he will remain a stranger to love, until he learns to trust.

rin itoshi, the man who lived monotonously, each day no different than before, had started to change under the influences of you.

he, now, thinks that he might have a chance of experiencing everything he had yearned for. he thinks you are his ultimate hope. he’s grateful for you. he feels a bit sorry for you– because of his cold demeanour, but he can’t do anything but help it, as this is what he’s used too. he doesn’t realise the little changes in his behaviour. but obviously, the people around him too.

his peers have started noticing that he smiles, albeit barely noticeable, at their jokes, the jokes which he’d say were “lame” or “stupid”, they don’t dare mention it though. his parent’s notice that he’s been going out more often, and they’re glad about that, they thank whoever’s responsible for this.

rin itoshi is starting to get familiar with the concept of love.

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booping people is so fun

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No other options bc no

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im gonna start writing for orv too

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࿓ : 𝓯i𝓁e . (𝓞𝒩ℒY 𝐎𝓝E 𝒪𝒩 𝓜Y M𝓘𝒩𝒟) — ✦ . when they realized they were inlove with you.

✦ . fem! reader x michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin. fluff.

✦ . (𝓘𝓢𝓐𝓖𝓘 𝒴𝒪ℐ𝒞ℋℐ) — isagi yoichi realised he was in love with you when he missed the feeling of your body wrapped around his when he woke up. he hated waking up and not finding you in his arms. which was pretty often since you didn't live with him; the only time he got to wake up with your figure beside him was on his or your day offs, when you got to sleep over, which again was really rare. he always felt empty when you weren't there. he felt this odd feeling tug on his heart, which got worse when he went over seas. “(name),” he said, and you turned your head away from your computer. “hm?” you hummed, raising your brows. “move in with me, please.” you furrowed your brows fully turning to face him, “what? we've only been dating for a few months, are you sure?” you asked, confusion lingering on your tone of voice. “i'm sure, my love,” he smiled, a very contagious smile that made its way onto your face as well.

✦ . (𝓜𝓘𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓔𝓛 𝒦𝒜ℐ𝒮ℰℛ) — michael kaiser knew he loved you when he laughed every time you made fun of him. if was always a joke between you two, you'd make fun and pick at him for random things, which normally he wouldn't let slide by anyone. but that's how he realised he truly loved you—when he realised you were the only person he'd actually let do that. kaisers head pains on your chest, listening to your heart beats. “have i ever told you how much i love you?” he asked, his voice muffled. you furrowed your brows, taking your attention away from your phone to the blonde boy with blue tips. “because i really do love you.”

✦ . (𝓘𝓣𝓞𝓢𝓗𝓘 𝐑𝐈𝐍) —itoshi rin realised he loved you when he noticed just how patient you are with him. every girl fawned over him, yes, but any girl who did get to date him left in no time when they realised just how complex he was, and how long it would take to get him to open up. but not you; you stayed; you knew it would take a while, and you accepted it. you stayed when he cried in your arms, when he got mad over simple things, and when he chose football over you. you stayed. and now you have rin, now you know him like an open book. now you have the old itoshi rin. the one with chubby cheeks and cute dimples. "thank you," he mumbled, his eyes averting from yours. "hm? for what?" you asked, a perplexed look on your face. "for staying."

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I mean this in the most genuine way possible, please do not interact with me if you support israel

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happy international womens day! remember that there are palestenian women in need of feminine hygiene products! you can donate here, and the cheapest tier is 5$!

if you can't donate, reblog! doing something is better than doing nothing! remember to keep talking, keep calling and keep donating! from the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! 🇵🇸

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Your brothers are dumb, but Isagi is always your number one fan.

cw: gender neutral reader, 2.4k words, reader is rin & sae's musically gifted sibling, silly isagi, obscene amounts of pining, i don't know how music competitions work lol

@celestair it's here!!!! thank you so much for the fabulous prompt <3

“So, you’re on next, how do you feel?” Your friend Yuki asks, giving you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. The performer before you is wrapping up his piece, and your turn on stage is approaching far too quickly.

“Were they there?” You whisper, completely ignoring her question. 

“Didn’t see ‘em,” Yuki sighs, “But hey, you can’t see anything from up on that stage, don’t give up just yet.”

Despite her attempts at encouragement, you both know the truth. They aren’t there. They never are. Even now, as you prepare to step onstage in the final round of a national piano competition, your two soccer-obsessed brothers are nowhere to be found. You should’ve expected that from the start when the most they could offer to your invitation was “ok.” 

How many soccer games have you attended by now? How many hours have you spent in the sweltering heat, watching your brothers run up and down a field kicking a ball around? And despite all that, they have yet to deem one of your music events as worth their time. You’re half sure the reason they neglected to arrive was because neither one would be caught dead sitting in the same room as the other. It’s always a competition with those two – a test to see who could be the better soccer player, the worse brother – and you’re simply caught in the crossfire as you pursue your own wholly different passions. 

But now, unfortunately, there’s only one thing to do: go out on stage, play your heart out, and hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a scrap of recognition from one of the fools who shared your last name. 

“Break a leg. And don’t let your shitty brothers get to you,” Yuki says, nudging you out onto the stage as the previous performer exited past you.

When you walk onstage there is no announcement of your name, no applause. There never is. Just a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife as the audience watches with judging eyes, anticipating eyes, and… hopeful eyes? The stage feels different today, fresh and pleasantly cool, as if the crushing expectations are lifted ever so slightly.

Then you see him. It’s just a glance, an impression of an individual, a hint of green and black in your periphery. But when he sees you it’s earth-shattering. He can breathe again – but only one barely-muffled gasp, because you’re quick to steal the air from his lungs as his heart begins to inexplicably race. Isagi has been in the same audience seat many times by now – the same seat every time, for his favorite view – yet every time he sees you walk out onto that stage it’s like rebirth, a preparation for the waves of joy and sadness and admiration and, dare he say it, love, that would wash over him as you played. All he has to hope is that you know he’s there, watching like he always is. And for the first time, you know – you deeply, truly, know – someone is out there watching you.

For this competition, you chose Liszt’s Un Sospiro. After mastering the technique, you spent hours of practice imbuing the piece with a thousand emotions, a thousand ways to sigh, and yet none of them felt quite right. So in the ten seconds before your fingers hit the keys, you have a decision to make.

Yoichi.

Of course, how could you forget? 

Without a moment’s hesitation, you begin to play, the notes dancing with the image in your mind. Simply the thought of him makes your heart race in time with the arpeggios, your measured breaths falling out of time as you let the music wash over you. The emotion flows so naturally you’re not sure if you’re pushing them into the music or if the music is pulling them out of you, a different one for each phrase, the joy and fear and longing and hope and desperation. You could practically see them, figures of light in every color dancing together across the stage and out into the audience, seeking out their target. 

They more than find their target: they crash into him like unceasing waves. Each one slightly different than the last, yet all so familiar; a language without words, yet each phrase he understands clearly. 

Is it five minutes, one, or thirty? Time begins to blur, everything fading to soft pink and green and orange and blue, colors and sounds existing independently of earthly constraints. It’s transcendental, almost, the room immersed in a lovestruck state of reverie until the final notes echo through the auditorium.  

By the end of the piece his chest is aching, and yours is aching too. The exhilaration hardly makes sense – were you not full of worry only minutes ago? Or had it been an eternity since anything other than Yoichi was on your mind? Adrenaline pulsing through your veins makes your head spin as you attempt to process your own performance. Oh, how unreal it felt. It had been a long time since you last felt so moved by your own playing… yes, truly a long time. 

The audience applauds with the required politeness, if not a bit louder than usual. None of it falls on your ears, though. You’re too busy staring at Isagi’s distant face as he gazes back at you with sparkling cobalt eyes. He nearly forgets to clap, sitting so unblinkingly still that those in the seats next to him wonder if he’s alright. He’s more than alright – his mind is racing in the same way it does when he scores a goal, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control he has to keep him from running to you now. 

As soon as you’re backstage, Yuki barrels into you, earning a few miffed glares from the last few performers preparing to go on. “Oh my god, that was amazing!” She whisper-yells, “I’ve never heard you play like that! See, I knew you’d do just fine without them in the audience.” 

Right. Them. You had forgotten about them while onstage. 

“I think I’ve found someone else worth playing for,” You murmur, half to yourself. For the first time, you didn’t really mind that your brothers hadn’t been there. Of course, it would’ve been nice, but without them… without them, you had made magic. You can make magic.

Yuki smiles brightly, the way she always does. “You’ve gotta tell me everything. And quickly, so as soon as this shindig is over you can head out and see your loverboy.”

“How’d you know that’s what it was?”

“Trust me, it was obvious. I’m pretty sure everyone knew.”

So, of course, you tell her everything. And as soon as the final round of applause echoes down the hallway, you’re getting pushed toward the door, standing nervously in the auditorium lobby until a familiar face emerges from the exit doors.

You see him first, which means you get to watch in real-time as he sees you and immediately lights up like a kid in a candy store. It’s his third epiphany of the day, and the only thing he can think to do is run toward you, frantically apologizing to strangers as he weaves through the crowd. Before you can even greet him or thank him for coming, he thrusts a large bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“You did amazing! Your music is like magic and I think I might be in love with you!” Isagi blurts out.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, that was probably tactless. No, it was definitely tactless. I’m sorry. It’s just, I saw you up there and I heard you play and it was like the music was talking to me and it was saying, oh, by the way, you have feelings for them and it’s actually ridiculous that you didn’t notice earlier because you’re absolutely whipped, y’know? Is that weird?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his unrestrained reaction, the genuineness in his tone. “No, it’s not weird at all.”

“It’s not?” He asks, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Of course not. It means you heard what I was trying to tell you.”

It’s his turn to be surprised, and he lets out a soft, confused, “Eh?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to confess to you directly, so I did it the only way I knew how. Yoichi, will you go out with me?” 

“Yes! Absolutely!” He beams, smiling wider than you’ve ever seen him smile before; little wrinkles appear next to his eyes and his slightly crooked teeth are on full display. Shyly, he asks: “Could I hug you?”

“Please do,” you say, opening your arms to let him wrap his tightly around you. For a moment you stand in silence (not true silence, of course, because the room is full of people) and feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest. He feels your heartbeat too, he swears he can hear it over the noise.

“Thank you for coming, Yoichi,” You whisper, gripping the flower bouquet tightly, “It means a lot to me that you could be here.”

He hugs you tighter, so tight it feels like your ribs might crack in his grip. “Of course. You always come to my big games, there’s no way I’d let myself miss one of your big events. Speaking of that, do you know when the results come out?”

Though you’d like to keep hugging him forever, you let go and check the time.

“They’ll let us back into the auditorium in an hour, though they never seem to announce the winners on time.”

“In that case, can I take you out on a date while we wait? Unless you already made plans to wait with someone else… ahh, I really should’ve thought this out more.” Isagi scratches the back of his neck with an awkward smile, a nervous habit of his that never seems to lose its charm.

“Oh, no, I don’t have plans. I’m sure Yuki’s already gone off with her boyfriend, and you’re the only person I really know who showed up to watch. Spending the hour with you is a serious step up from waiting alone.” 

“Let’s go then! There’s a cute café just down the road if you’re hungry, or we could go walk around the mall if you’d prefer.” 

Isagi lets you lead for the hour, making it a bit of an early celebration. Because while the results aren’t out just yet, he’s entirely sure that your performance is worth a hundred gold medals and more. Anything you want to do is good enough for him, even if it’s something as simple as window shopping in formal wear, and he does everything in his power to make sure he’s the best new boyfriend possible. After all, he’s won at life, hasn’t he? Because now he gets to date you – he gets to give you flowers and cheer for you and hold your hand and make you smile. 

As you sit in the adjacent seats waiting for the results to be announced, he rubs his finger affectionately over your thumb. 

“See, I told you they’d start late,” You whisper with a laugh.

“They must’ve realized their trophy wasn’t big enough to properly congratulate you,” He whispers back.

“Hey, don’t say things like that! I haven’t won yet.” 

“I don’t think you witnessed yourself perform. You did amazing.”

“And you’re not a musician, so you’re not qualified to decide who won.”

“Even an untrained ear can tell you were the best up there. Trust me.”

Before you can come up with a witty reply, the head judge steps up to the podium on stage, holding a single sheet of paper in her hand. She gives a short speech – something about appreciating the hard work of the competitors – but neither you nor Isagi hear half of what she says. The room is silent waiting for the top three to be announced. 

“In third place,” The Judge calmly says into the microphone, “Matsuoka Yuki.”

Immediately you burst into cheers, hastily untangling your hand from Isagi’s so you can applaud your friend. Her performance had been stunning, and she’s more than deserving of the prestigious accomplishment. 

“In second place,” The Judge continues, once the applause quiets down, “Watanabe Shigeru.”

Another talented performer, of course. He had won his fair share of competitions, and the two of you had stood together on the winner’s stage more than once. As soon as you finish applauding, Isagi grabs your hand and squeezes tightly, as if to say the Judge will call your name next, I just know she will.

The moment you spent months waiting for is here. Either your hours of rehearsal and stress and aching hands paid off, or they didn’t. And the only thing between you and knowing was one sentence from the Head Judge’s mouth.

“Finally, in first place, winner of the Japan National Piano Competition, Itoshi Y/n.”

I’ve won. It’s as if you’re up on that stage once more, the way that the room explodes into applause like thunder. Isagi is shouting and shaking you by the shoulders – he really couldn’t be prouder of you. He knew all along, it seems, that your indirect confession was worth a gold medal from the organization and a thousand more in his heart.

The head judge invites the winners up to the stage, and Isagi nearly pushes you out of your seat to receive your award. Yuki meets you onstage, whispering her polite but excited congratulations to you. You return them hurriedly before taking your place on stage to be presented with your trophy. The process of handshakes and photographs feels like it takes forever when all you and Isagi want is to spend the rest of the afternoon together in celebration. 

Isagi meets you in the auditorium lobby again, and he presents you with the same bouquet of flowers a second time. “You won! You actually won! I’m so proud of you!” 

“Thank you, Yoichi,” You say, grasping his hand with your free one, “Thank you for being here to inspire me. Now c’mon, let’s go celebrate!”

The rest of the afternoon is blissful, almost unreal, just you and Isagi enjoying the sweetness of victory and love. When your phone begins receiving text message after text message you can hardly be bothered to reply immediately, even when you get the message you nearly spent the whole day waiting for.

rin: good job on the competition or wtv

isagi 💚