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Sitting with a strawberry scented facemask on, Chigiri completely ignored the male by him. The blanket hung loosely around his shoulders and he had no intention of sharing with Shidou–who was laying on the cold, living room floor.
“You really don’t want to?..”
“It’s 3am, go to sleep.”
“Oh, i’m sorry; i’m just afraid someone will be the cause of my death cause’ it’s cold as hell down here!” Chigiri snickered but refrained from responding, was it not obvious enough? That was the point. Even if everyone took part in making Blue Lock’s reputation, Chigiri couldn’t just easily forgive him for the cause of Kunigami’s elimination. He scrolled mindlessly on Pinterest before finally getting up to remove his strawberry face mask 15 minutes later.
Shidou watched him and couldn’t help from sighing. If he knew that go-lucky hero would’ve caused such a dent in their relationship, he definitely wouldn’t have done it. In truth, something about him always caught his eye, even the simplest tasks looked like a new blockbuster with high reviews.
For being the second strongest player, he had no doubt in how powerful he could be on the field; in fact, it shown through his personality every day.
“𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹.”
But what greeted him wasn’t applause, rather looks of disappointment because he wasn’t 𝘩𝘪𝘮. It was his choice, and either way someone wasn’t going to be happy. The hostility in those pink eyes never wavered from beginning to end.
He wished he could change that.
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Chigiri emerged from the bathroom not long after with his hair in a loose braid. A light flush decorated his cheeks from the heat, adding to the aura of a fifthteenth century beauty. He paid no attention to the eyes glued to him and laid comfortably back on the couch. It felt too late to be up, but also too late to fall asleep. “I know I look amazing and everything, but it’s okay to remove your gaze sometimes.” Because of their close distance, his voice rang out softer than usual.
“Would it be shocking if I said I couldn’t?” Chigiri spared him a look for the first time tonight. Without the influence of needing to put on 8lbs of hair gel and dress like a hooligan, he didn’t pass as half bad. Shidou’s hair reached the nape of his neck and his haughty muscles laid tense under the extreme cold; the lack of eyeliner didn’t affect his sharp eyes at all and only added to his charm. He wore his sweats quite loosely, not hiding the rim of his boxers.
“Knowing you, it’s only to be expected,” Chigiri rolled over, leaving his back to him. Only the sound of light breathing was left in the room but it was clear that neither of them were asleep. “Does he mean a lot to you?”
“What?”
“Kunigami, he’s the reason you hate me right?” Shidou’s tone was dry and deep, as if stating a fact rather than asking a question; it made Chigiri uncomfortable. “You're thinking too much..” He knew his thoughts were childish, and they were even weaker once stated, but to someone else, they could be as heavy as led. “Am I really? Chigiri, I can see it in your eyes, every day. Just tell me, how much does he mean to you?”
“I….He was just the closest friend I had on the team, wouldn’t you be mad if your friend got eliminated?” Shidou pictured the scene of if Chigiri’s ACL got strained again and his eyes darkened slightly, “I would burn down the whole facility.”
?..... I don’t think we’re picturing the same thing.
“Then, tell me how you feel about me.”
“Why are you so worried about my feelings? Just shut up and go to sleep, they aren’t going to change overnight.” Faced with so many questions, Chigiri–someone with a strong sense of belief– felt a little flustered, and even more embarrassed. What was so good about a straight dog’s opinion? He only got a hum in response as the room moved back to a tranquil setting, it wasn’t clear what the other male was thinking, but under the fuzz of the heater blowing, he fell asleep.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
Even if he had a blanket, Shidou knew he wouldn’t have fallen asleep. Words of their earlier conversation rang in his mind and he felt like hitting himself, he was being too obvious, and it would’ve been strange if Chigiri hadn’t noticed. Hating him was fine– loathing him even, but because of Kunigami? A sour feeling ran through him and any sense of tiredness left him again. He couldn’t help asking, and the last question was asked with pure adrenaline. Tomorrow would be the last chance meeting, and he knew with his popularity only shadows would pass.
“Fuck…What the hell is wrong with me..” Shidou gave a self-deprecating laugh but was caught off guard by a sudden thud. The wind was almost knocked out of him but he was surrounded by a familiar scent. One he knew too well. Raising his head, patches of red collided with his vision and he could feel the other’s breath tickling his neck. It was shallow but warm, with the hint of incoherent mumbles.
Chigiri…was on top of him? In his arms? Sleeping?
Shidou could feel his fingers jittering but he carefully adjusted his position to be more relaxed and forcefully calmed down his tense muscles. He carefully cradled him in his arms, biting his tongue to confirm everything was real. Shidou didn’t believe in God, but it was now clear to him that he wasn’t frowned upon. His gaze was greedily attached to him, and he couldn’t stop his hand from strummin through his hair, practically holding his breath when he felt slight movement.
Chigiri had a weird dream; he was training for an up-coming watch but tripped and landed on the grass. But instead of injuring himself, he felt that the ground was a little bumpy but smooth to rub against. The sun seemed to hit him in the right spot as he was surrounded by a comfortable warmth. He could feel rough fingers glazing through the knots in his hair but played it off and dug his head deeper into the thin blades, he was a bit too lazy to open his eyes; Chigri knew that time was a serious component, but it was one of his least concerns. Filled with the stress and extortion of playing soccer, it’s been a while since he slept so good. It didn’t take him long to drift back off, accompanied by the tremble of a hoarse chuckle.“Hyoma..”
–8:30 am.–
Bachira froze as the words ready to pummel out of his mouth roughly went back down. He quietly stopped Isagi from walking in and gestured to the living room. Supported by the Kitchen stove light, 2 figures laid wrapped in each other, Shidou’s hand was stuck inside Chigiri’s shirt around his waist and the blanket was loosely placed down to their hips. Only one head was clearly seen as the 2nd was deep in the former's chest.
He clearly remembered saying, “here’s a blanket, check the laundry room for more,” but it was clear what part of the sentence was heard.