# THE STUDY GETAWAY - isagi yoichi
your doting boyfriend thinks it’s time for a coffee date.. at midnight.
You can't exactly recall when the chestnut wooden tiles of your bedroom floor turned into wet cement, yellowish streetlights reflecting on the pavement in a subtle, glossy glimmer.
Or when the reverberating ticks and tocks of the great grandfather-clock on the wall by your desk transitioned into the soft pitter-patter of early morning april-sereine, the intoxicating sandalwood scent and flickering brilliance of the candle by your bedside replaced by the petrichor smell of midnight deluge, the lingering redolence of caffeine and the milky gleam of tonights crescent.
There's a catch to it tough. For no matter how many scenery changes your environment must endure, it won't take away that unsettling feeling rooted deeply within your gut. It's discomposing, the absence of your ball pen weighing down upon on your palm, soar Fingers twitching around the coffee cup clutched in your hand, like they're itching to grasp it's cool, shimmering metal texture instead of the paper grain of your partially emptied mug.
The need to repeat certain steps of variating formulas until flawless magnificence gnaws at your very core as you take shaky steps through the deserted streets of your hometown.
You feel the brush of Isagi's shoulder against your own, followed by a shallow breath before he gently grasps your palm, softly interlacing your fingers with his own.
"Look up. ", he mutters, and you do, catching the radiance of the moons luminosity in his azure orbs as he grins your way. "Not at me. At the sky", he chuckles.
You comply, absentmindedly glimpsing into the inky night sky as the stars twinkle like dousens of tiny pin drops spilled into the midnight sea.
"See the stars? Tonight's constellations might as well look a little different from yesterday’s, but they're the same stars nonetheless.”, he chuckles before he continues.
“What I mean is, failing that exam won't ruin your life. And to be honest, you flocking in that class is nearly impossible now.”
“My point is, that you've definitely did everything you could, but don't let your fear to fail get the best of you. Gosh you're so smart as is, so stop worrying about something so trivial like the midterm exams, which, by the way, are still two weeks away. You'll do great."
You smile at him, before turning your gaze down towards your feet, busying yourself by counting the crossovers of your shoelaces in order to dismiss your gradually increasing heartbeat.
“Thanks Yoichi. I guess I really needed this right now. "you chuckle, gesturing to him as you raise the cup to take another sip.
"But you got something wrong just now." you continue, snickering to yourself as you add, "it's not the constellations that change, but the earths position within the Milky Way, hence why our night sky changes with every passing day.”
His ears flush ever so slightly as you comment on his lacking diligence during Mr. Parks Astronomie class.
You smile at him, appreciating the subtle warmth provided by his cheesy words and frivolous comparisons.
It's silly, how easily his mere presence shuns all your worries away, his hand replacing the weight of your long forgotten ball pen as his carefree chuckles echoe through the streets.
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x : APOLOGY ACCEPTED :*+゚
in which: isagi doesn't like it when you give him the silent treatment.
warnings: 1.9k wc, gn!reader, fluff with a little angst, ooc!isagi (i tried), mentions of manhandling, sleepy isagi, mentions to arguments. food.
a/n: I FEEL ILL REREADING THIS why is this so bad hELP. for being the main character, it's hard asf to get good manga panels of isagi lol. anyways. enjoy this shit piece xx i can't believe this is my first isagi fic and i did him so wrong, i'm so sorry cri
“y/n?” echoes a voice from down the hallway, one laced with grogginess and fatigue, paired with the gentle padding of footsteps trudging their way to where you resided in the living room. in your periphery, isagi rounds the corner shirtless and messy bedhair, and not sparing him a glance proved itself a challenge.
usually, you would’ve sprung up from your seat and greeted him good morning, but the soreness of your throat is a harsh reminder of the argument you had last night, and thinking too hard about it would press into the bruises of your ego, resurfacing awkward and sour feelings. yet, you still had to fight to contain the butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him and it becomes harder to fight when you realise that the first thing isagi did since waking up was find you, not even brushing his teeth or putting on a shirt.
as adorable as he was, you don’t know what to say to him, unsure of where you stood since you both just went to bed last night, the problem never resolving itself.
isagi’s face however, upon seeing you, lit up with a smile as bright as a thousand suns and endearing enough to crumble your resolve but you persevere with your tough facade. the true stake to the heart is the way his face drops when noticing your reluctance to acknowledge him.
"y/n?" he asks again as greeting, waddling over to stand before you. you still don't look up at him from your phone. "why are you awake so early?"
silence.
"y/n?" prods the soccer star who now seats himself beside you, hand shaking yours a little in hopes of getting your attention. "you're mad at me, aren't you?"
you don’t know how to respond, remaining silent despite the countless words brewing in your mind that were unable to spill over to form a sentence. should you be nice? mean? petty? you could never have the heart to do the latter two, but-
"-i'm sorry," he mutters, placing his chin on your shoulder so he could give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you don’t react, no matter how hard you had to fight to not look at him because you knew that if you did, you’d crumble right into his arms.
you miss the way his frown deepens with every shake of your shoulder that you ignore.
“you know i don’t like it when people ignore me.”
despite your cold shoulder, he still lingers around you, just now fast asleep after prying a spot on your lap for his head to fit, disturbing your peace with his hesitant invasion. naturally, you run your hands through his raven hair, lounging in the morning sun with your phone in one hand and your soccer sensation of a boyfriend in your lap.
eventually, the tranquillity is ruined alongside the urge to use the bathroom, but the difficult part of said task however, was getting isagi off your lap which turned out to be a carefully organised operation. gently lifting his head, you manage to shuffle away before laying him back down. somehow you manage to keep him from rousing, leaving you to tiptoe away without making much noise.
you went as far as you could because when you opened the bathroom door againÇ, isagi was lingering outside, slumber still evident in his face as he blinks sleepily at you. so much for leaving without waking him.
“oh. hi,” he greets, voice still ridden with sleep. he rubs his eye innocently, streaks of his nap engrained on his skin.
he grumbles a sleepy murmur of your name as you slip away around him, giving isagi the chance to latch on to your waist. this wasn’t the silent treatment you were imagining, but you have half a mind and even less of a desire to shrug your boyfriend off, no matter how difficult your predicament is.
“i need to brush my teeth,” the athlete mutters, dragging you into the bathroom with him. “we can do skincare together.”
you don’t have it in you to tell isagi that you’ve already done your morning routine so you settle for doing it a second time. not like it’ll hurt anyone, especially not your skin.
wordlessly, you do your morning routine alongside him and it’s oddly peaceful without the usual talking and music in the background. you get more of a chance to admire isagi and his boyish features, shyly looking away from his gaze every time his eyes meet yours in the bathroom mirror. after putting away all the products, you don’t move very far before the dark-haired latches himself to you again.
he remains like that even as you continue with chores and tasks you assigned yourself, deciding that there’s no place he’d rather be than half-asleep behind you whilst you sort through laundry, organise your drawers, and fix organise the kitchen cabinets. he’s gracious enough to help a little, holding spices and cans here and there.
if you tried to shake him off, isagi would grumble and come right back, never straying too far away for too long.
his insistence to stay like this was endearing, but very irritating, especially it was hindering your productive. however, your will to scold him for it is at an all-time low so you’ll have to continue living with another being wrapped around you until isagi gives up or you tell him off.
you didn’t have to wait long for the latter. after you were done with organising- or rather when isagi was fed up of standing, he drags you right back to your shared bedroom, silently arranging the two of you on your shared bed with his strength, moving you into a comfortable position under the duvet.
“please stop,” you demand quietly as if you were silent enough, you wouldn’t technically break the silent treatment.
he immediately perks up at the sound of your voice and his name on your lips, a wide smile breaking out on his face. “babe!” isagi flops on you, the ‘oof’ that escapes you not going unnoticed, “you talked.”
“isagi, please give me some space.”
the smile on the soccer player’s face completely melts away and he furrows his eyebrows, causing guilt to strike you in the heart as he reluctantly moves away from you. the use of his last name in comparison to his usual, affectionate-filled nicknames didn’t soften the blow directed at him either.
“is this because of last night?” he asks, resting his chin on your sternum. “i’m sorry about everything that i said.”
“isagi,” he stops rambling. “please, i just need some space right now.”
“okay, i’m sorry. i’ll go now.”
he shuffles out from under the covers rather quickly, picking up a shirt from his closet before walking out with it half-on. you call out his name only to hear the front door slam close and you wince slightly at the sound, guilt weighing heavily on your heart.
when you said you needed space you didn’t mean for isagi to leave the apartment completely.
if you had set your boundaries clearer this morning maybe you could have avoided this scenario. now isagi’s out of the house and you don’t know where he’s even going or when he’s returning and the thought is enough to scare you, riddling you with enough anxiety for your heart to sink to your feet. it’s getting hard to breathe too and your mind is racing with countless thoughts that all pile on top of each other.
texting isagi was a flunk too, he left his phone at home and only took his wallet.
what did you do? what time would he be back?
could he have gone to bachira’s? nagi’s? without his phone though? isagi wouldn’t usually go very far without a device at the very least. maybe he’s just out for a walk to clear his mind. yeah, that sounds right, isagi loves walks after all so who knows when he’ll be back. speaking of walking, you might benefit from one right now too-
“-i’m home!” a voice shouts out, breaking you out of your funk like hammer shattering a glass.
practically running out of the bedroom, you disregard the shards of hurt, running over them to see isagi staring at you with wide eyes. he holds a bakery bag and a bouquet of flowers- your favourites, in one hand and the apartment keys in the other.
“oh, y/n, are you okay?” he asks fondly, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter before wandering over to you. without thinking, you reel him in to a hug when he’s close enough, half jumping onto him as the soccer player catches you effortlessly, surprised by your sudden show of affection. “i thought you were mad at me?”
“you scared me, you doofus,” you say into his shoulder with a watery laugh, relief flooding your body like no other at the feeling of his warmth against yours again. “don’t just leave like that ever again.”
“i’m sorry! i wanted to say sorry because of how big of a dick i was to you last night and this morning.”
“you left so abruptly! i thought i angered you even more or something,” you laugh, all watery and emotional.
isagi snakes a hand up to your face, cradling it. “that wasn’t my intention, i didn’t mean to scare you.”
“apology accepted and i’m sorry too. i was mean to you last night as well and i should have communicated properly with you this morning. wasn’t fair on my end.”
“apology accepted,” he says with a charmingly boyish grin. you have an urge to kiss it off. “i love you.”
“you make it so hard to stay mad at you. i love you too,” you mutter before isagi’s pressing his lips to yours, pouring all his love for you to breathe in, filling you with reassurance. you smile against him, unable to contain it, which then causes him to mimic you, and the kiss breaks away because the two of you are laughing too much.
isagi will be the death of you.
your eyes glance behind him and the striker follows your line of sight. “i got your favourite cake too by the way, last one the bakery had. guess i’m one lucky guy, huh?”
“the stars aligned perfectly just for you.”
“i agree,” mutters isagi before leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead.
“should we have some cake now?” you question, loosening your arms around him to back away and faltering when he doesn’t let you. his grip around your waist is tight and unforgiving as mischief shines in the dark-haired’s eyes.
then, he pulls you right back, peppering your face in endless kisses whilst you giggle in response to each one. the more he plants the more you want to pull away out of reflex but his hold forbid for you to travel too far, leaving you vulnerable to all of his advances.
“i love you,” he repeats with each press against your skin.
“yoichi, stop!” you giggle. the sound is a remedy to his pain.
“can’t stop, i have a whole day of affection to make up for.”
you shove his shoulder teasingly, “later.”
“later. i’ll never make you mad again, i swear. that was the worst day of my life. next time you do this, i’d rather you end me.”
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I loved the isagi with kaiser's sis‼️may I ask what if kaiser caught both of them getting a little too close(may you add some Ness relationship with the reader too?)
let's keep it a secret to him
❝ my heart is already with yours ❞
➜ getting caught by your older brother
➜ fem!reader
sugar level: 0% & 70% | possible continuation of this shot ; slight angst but a good ending
when kaiser was scheduled for an interview, he received a question from the host.
"if you could pick a member from your team to date your younger sister, who would it be?"
upon hearing the question, kaiser made an initial facial reaction that had not only the host but the staffs rolling in laughter at the face he made. as he puts his jokes aside, he finally opened his mouth to speak into the microphone.
"it would be ness" he replies along with a nod of his head.
"ah! germany's midfielder!" the host spoke, blinking eyes twice. "now i'm curious, why ness out of all your other team members?"
"he's a well mannered individual who always has a smiling demeanor. behind camera's, ness and y/n gets along very well. so i approve the relationship if they date." kaiser responded.
click!
isagi tosses his phone and lays down on his bed nonchalantly, emitting a sigh from his lips.
sure ness has the visuals and say the personality (in which he tried hard not to gag at this) that could make any guy or girl swoon, no doubt that bastard münchen's midfielder could make a girl like y/n kaiser swoon.
he's a professional player for one of europe's best teams, takes home how much money after a game, has hundreds and thousands of people cheering his name in a large stadium; the guy is practically swimming in fame and fortune.
but what about me? isagi thinks, closing his eyes to shut the blinding lights.
"hello? hellooooo?"
he's still making a name for himself not only in japan, but to the rest of the world as well. would someone like him make y/n turn her head to look at him? even if he isn't a professional player, doesn't take home how much money after a game and probably has people doubting his play style?
a girl like y/n would never in a million years turn her head to look at him. if all of them gathered in one field, she'd probably put her attention to notable players...let's say, like ness.
"isagi? helloooo?"
yeah. ness seems like a much better option for her. it's probably time to give up considering pursuing her. give up making kaiser listen to him and say he's the much better option for his sister.
"isagi!"
jolting his eyes wide open as someone calls out his name, isagi now finds the position he is in...weird.
"what were you thinking that you couldn't hear me?" he sees y/n pouting, straddling on top of his waist. "what were you thinking so deeply?" she asks again before the worried facial expression turns into a shocked one.
"i didn't realized you were probably trying to get some sleep!" she says, kneeling up from his waist. "oh well, good night-"
"no, stay." isagi spoke, placing his hands on her waist as he drags her to sit back down. in which y/n blushes at his touch.
"you wanted to know what i was thinking right?" isagi begins to say, eyes trained on hers. "here's what i was thinking. maybe we should stop meeting like this. meeting in secret is stupid. your brother's right, maybe ness is the perfect guy for you. he obviously can provide for you, i'm just a nobody."
"think smart, y/n." he says. "choose him, choose ness." he finishes, extending his hand out to you.
"i'd like to take the other piece of earbud back." he demands.
the earbuds is the only and sole reason why you two understand each other without trying so hard. unbeknownst to isagi, y/n continued learning japanese so one day, she could surprise him.
isagi's eyes widens once more as y/n takes a hold of his hands, pinning them besides his head.
"don't talk like that." he hears y/n say, a serious yet soft expression on her face. "why make me turn on you and choose someone i don't like? i choose you, isagi. and i'll always choose you." y/n says.
"i like you precisely because you continue to strive and improve everyday. i've never liked a person more than you, isagi. back then, i only come here to support my older brother, but now that i get to be this close you, that's all i need. if we could be like this forever, i'll never ask for more."
her words. her words hit home. her words that crept into his heart.
just as y/n is about to lean down and isagi closing his eyes, the two teenagers heard another voice speak to them.
"ahem"
turning their heads to the direction of the voice, it was kaiser, looking at them while leaning by the doorway.
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