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Rin Itoshi is a pervert.
It’s an idea - a fact - that Isagi never thought he’d be acquainted with.
It’s a fact that he probably could live his life remaining ignorant about but Rin Itoshi seems to be the kind of person that would have no hint of any proper sensibility in all things that did not have any relevance to football..
He’s a football idiot.
A certified football idiot.
A certified football idiot pervert.
A certified perverted football idiot alpha.
Under normal circumstances, Isagi shouldn’t be aware of the other boy’s sub-gender because those were often kept under wraps – only properly disclosed to close friends or family. And he didn’t have the slightest interest in even knowing Rin Itoshi’s true sub gender so, in a way, it could be said that he’s hostage to the knowledge that Rin Itoshi is an alpha.
Blue Lock required all the aspiring athletes taken under its wing to disclose their sub-gender for the sake of safety and gender-specific needs that would have to be provided within their stay in Blue Lock wherein they’d all live in close quarters – so in a way, Rin Itoshi is also hostage to the knowledge that Isagi is an omega.
The final tally of the Blue Lockers consisted of a lot of alphas, some betas, and one omega.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Isagi was the sole omega of the group.
And by some twist of luck, Isagi discovers the alpha’s uncharacteristic perversion when Blue Lock participates in an international football season as Japan’s representatives after their game with the local U-20 team, staying true to the deal of the exchange for both sets of players. This meant they would be flown to different countries, mostly in Europe, and given more comfortable accommodation outside their usual quarters.
They were grouped into pairs.
Isagi is unthinkably paired up with Rin because no one wanted to pair with Rin and everyone wanted to pair with Isagi so Ego, the pacifist that he was (no, he wasn’t), chooses instead to pair up the two to avoid any further conflict.
Like a dated rom-com trope, the hotel didn’t have enough dual single-bed rooms and only had a room with a queen-sized one to mitigate the shortage. And the thing about being part of a training program that encouraged random acts of egoism is that no one was willing to offer the comforts of a separate bed from the other, especially with the consideration that most of them were alphas. No – scratch that – upon further thought, Isagi was the only non-alpha of the group. He should’ve expected this maltreatment. Even though omegas are now treated ever the more differently, they’re still seen as the more cordial sex so it was only understandable – but never acceptable, says a voice in Isagi’s head.
It truly only was out of pure circumstance that Isagi has become an unwilling hostage to the reality that Itoshi Rin is an incorrigible pervert. It’s a fact - a begrudgingly unneeded knowledge of said fact - that he shouldn’t and wouldn’t have known had he not shared a queen-sized bed with him. Pure circumstance.
Isagi was better off living in ignorance.
The night started innocently.
Isagi went to bed earlier than Rin, going through his nightly routine at an earlier time. Isagi wasn’t used to airplane rides so he deems the grogginess to be jet lag.
When he’s all showered and cleaned up, he takes up one side of the bed - curled away from the alpha just as they agreed upon (it was a one-sided conversation). Isagi sleeps that night with nothing but the most peaceful thoughts in his mind.
In the middle of the night - at the unholy crack of dawn, Isagi wakes up to the sensation of Rin’s hands underneath his shirt, an unthinkable sensation of skin-to-skin that he’s not so familiar with outside the likes of a field celebration bu – okay – maybe Rin liked to hug his pillows. Sure.
He can understand that. Itoshi Rin was someone else’s younger brother so there was probably a time when Rin Itoshi was a cute five-year-old who liked cuddles and soft bed fixtures and not the overgrown and overbearing alpha that compared his opponents to temperature scales.
Isagi looks behind him to take a peek at the alpha, almost relieved to see eyes closed shut – a confirmation that it must only be an unconscious habit and not a targeted action altogether. Isagi will surely point this out in the morning and laugh at Itoshi Rin in another one-sided conversation because that’s how they usually are in their one-sided dynamic of sorts.
Isagi Yoichi does not understand Rin Itoshi at all.
Isagi attempts to tuck away the intrusive hands again, but they remain steady in their hold. He grumbles and tries to use the rest of his strength to push out the alpha’s hands – yet, it remains that his strength is very much outmatched by the larger boy wrapped around him for some very odd reason.
“Damn, what the hell?”
And then he hears a small chuckle from behind him. His head shoots back out of reflex, and he finds himself staring into bright cyan, amusement crinkling in his eyes.
The sight is – it’s odd. Incredibly so. And just as he was about to tell Rin off for being touchy, his words are caught again at the back of his throat when one of Rin’s hands sneak down underneath his shorts. A finger slides through the garter of his boxers and Isagi is quick to react when he pushes away the intrusive hands in a flustered attempt to stop the alpha. He woke up to a half-chub in his boxers, and he would rather that Rin didn’t acquaint himself with that fact as well.
“Itoshi, what are —”
He manages to stop the hands from going lower by some kiss of an unseen deity, but not because of his strength or the force he exerted, but rather by Rin’s own volition.
Rin’s fingers are just a small span away from touching Isagi’s cock as he stares Isagi down like he’s a meal to be had. He says in a flippant tone – like he was just answering someone who asked him how the weather was. “You’re pent up. I’m pent up.”
“Still, that doesn’t —”
“You’re an omega, and I’m an alpha.”
“No, Itoshi. That’s not how it —,” Isagi yelps when Rin's hands find themselves placed upon the building tent in his boxers and they both stare at each other frozen for a moment when Rin realizes just what Isagi wanted to hide from him all along.
Mischief and amusement dance in teal eyes when they meet Isagi’s dark blue.
Isagi goes red as a tomato when he tries (an unfortunate futile attempt) to keep Rin’s hands away from his dick.
His hands grasp Rin’s wrists to shove the bigger man away from him.
(But, it still remains to be an unfortunate futile attempt.)
***
Isagi tries to avoid Rin as much as possible in the morning.
He eats his breakfast with his usual group of Bachira, Kunigami, and Chigiri who were the only ones from Team Z to be invited to the international football season.
Rin was alone again as usual, almost akin to Barou.
He avoids Rin again during the match midday – or at least outside the actual field. He doesn’t want whatever happened between the two of them to carry over in his gameplay. He’s happy to see that Rin has the same idea with no semblance of the perversion that accompanied the alpha during the previous night.
They win the game against the Netherlands with an assist from Rin helping Isagi land a goal - but it was ultimately Nagi who practically carried Isagi when he landed the direct shot straight into the goalkeeper’s blind spot.
Isagi makes a mental note about how that was the acceptable kind of skinship, not whatever Rin was trying to do or accomplish.
The final score is 4 - 0.
The adrenaline rush and pure enjoyment of the game was almost euphoric enough for Isagi to forgive Rin for last night’s perversion — but he quickly takes back the thought when a large hand cups his ass in the high of a scored goal.
And —
“Isagi, did he just –”
It seems like Isagi wasn’t the only one to notice the act.
When Isagi looks behind him, he’s met with an expression of disbelief on his redhead teammate – possibly mirroring his own – as Rin casually walks away from the scene like he didn’t commit a public act of indecency.
Isagi feels far too flustered - red as the shade of Chigiri’s hair - to even answer the unfinished question that he understood too easily.
***
For the next match, they fly to Madrid with the groupings retained for the room assignments.
At the knowledge of the strange behavior exhibited by their fellow Blue Locker, Chigiri tried to exchange room partners but failed in doing so because Kunigami didn’t want to share a room with Rin even if Chigiri was fine with sleeping in the same quarters as Isagi (- everyone was fine with that, honestly. Rin just managed to get first dibs on him and since no one wanted to room with Rin, Isagi automatically became his room partner.)
“What if you just…sleep in our room?” Kunigami suggests. He eyes the smaller boy warily, partially scared for him. Rin is an alpha. “Also, isn’t that… harassment?”
“Sleep in your room and sleep on a single bed with one of you? I don’t know how that’ll work out for my back.” Isagi say – visualizing the limited space they would be afforded if he slept in a single bed with two clearly built alpha boys – but the way the words translated to Chigiri and Kunigami’s heads was that they would be doing something that would warrant Isagi’s back to hurt.
Typical alphas.
Kunigami sputtered, his face flushed scarlet, “W-what? Isagi. You’re – you’re intense.”
Chigiri registers the double meaning a little sooner than Kunigami and punches the other alpha’s head at the realization. “He didn’t mean that, Kunigami. Stop being a dirty-minded alpha.”
Kunigami is folded over when he nurses his head at the punch. Chigiri surely packed a punch for someone who looked that feminine – sometimes, he forgets that the boy is an alpha.
“Hey – hey. Don’t tell me you didn’t think of the same thing. I saw your face. You thought the same too, I’m sure.”
Isagi blinks slowly at the two of them, unable to follow the train of thought. “Think…what?”
***
Kunigami and Chigiri never tell Isagi about the object of his curiosity, and instead, leave Isagi alone as they hurry back to their room so he eventually walks back to his own as well.
They would have two days before their next match after two consecutive wins. According to the round robin, the winner of the games from the other matches that had only one loss would be their next opponent.
That meant two days of quiet, roaming around the city, after their daily practice.
His ritual when it came to new spaces was always to take a long hot shower just before he unpacked his things. It was one of the few small joys he could have for himself after a long day of football, whether it was training or the game itself.
A faint clicking that awfully sounds like the clank of metal to wood resounds in the bathroom walls and Isagi pays it no mind, thinking maybe it’s just an old hotel even if it didn’t look old at all from the lounge area. None of the hotels they stayed at looked dingy at all. He doesn’t pay it any more mind. It wasn’t like a serial killer would casually waltz into his hotel room and murder him while he was in the shower.
The chances of that possibility, if it were even considered, were slim to none.
After he lathered his hair, Isagi realizes that he wasn’t able to bring the pre-packaged hotel soap from outside. It should have been just on top of the drawers just outside the bathroom.
He turns off the shower, maneuvers to slide the shower’s glass doors, and grab the toiletry only to be met with the sight of a casually naked Rin staring at him with the hotel toiletries in hand.
“What the –”
He – did he forget to lock the door?
“Oh, you’re here too,” Rin talks in his usual flippant tone.
“What do you mean oh, you’re here too? Get out, Rin!”
“Why? I’m already undressed.”
“Then put your clothes back on.”
“No.”
“No!?”
“No.”
“Whatever.” Isagi sighs, refusing to meet eyes with the other boy. “Go shower. I’ll just go after you.”
Isagi pulls a towel from the metal rack and wraps it around his hips, but just as he’s about to walk away, Rin keeps him planted in one spot. “Don’t?”
“What?”
“You were already showering. Why stop now?”
By the miracle of coercion and maybe also the obvious strength disparity between the two, Isagi finds himself sharing the large shower area with the tall alpha looming behind him.
It’s only one of the many moments that Isagi realizes the disparity not only in their strength and height but also in their build. He doesn’t know if muscles grew from hands but he was sure Rin’s entire hand was large enough to cover the expanse of his wrist and the imagery he was confronted with and the thought of it was just…bothersome. Nope, not thinking about that at all.
The water from the showerhead barely even grazes him, and he was just stuck in said position because one of Rin’s hands was on the wall to keep him planted in place.
Isagi feels a finger trace a line along his spine, and he unthinkably arches his back.
He turns around like whiplash, embarrassed and face hot, to glare at Rin. “W-what the heck!?”
“I was following a droplet.”
“That’s not –,” Isagi puffs his cheeks out until another thought comes to him – “I’m –,” and then, he sighs resolutely at the realization that he can’t reason with this man. “I think I’m done showering.”
“You are starting to look like a prune.”
I was supposed to leave earlier, dumbass.
Dumb alpha.
Dumb perverted alpha Rin.
***
Salvation comes in the form of a casual invite from Bachira, Kunigami, and Chigiri to wander around the city while they don’t have any games set for the day.
They settle at an outdoor cafe and as they’re all seated and waiting for their orders, Kunigami is the one who opens the conversation about Isagi’s conundrum - whatever was most apt to call it.
“So, um, how’s…how’s your roommate, Isagi? Sorry, we left you there.”
“It’s –,” Isagi, empowered to speak about yesterday’s fuckery, almost opens up to the only to realize that doing so would actually have them know that he showered with Itoshi Rin – without his consent, of course – but still. He slumps forward, realizing that he can’t just say something like that out loud. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Bachira stares at Isagi, attention piqued by the extreme emotions running through his friend’s countenance. He stares at the omega with intense curiosity. “Oh, what’s this about, Isagi?”
“Bachira, you don’t wanna know,” Isagi explains. He looks up to meet Bachira’s eyes only to freeze. Bachira had always been the one to get the truth out of Isagi without much effort. In fact, he feels like the boy could almost read him like a book at this point.
Chigiri cuts the tension with an observation, “Oh, it’s Itoshi Sae.”
The thought effectively breaks the awkward moment between the three people at the table, as they all turn to Chigiri who nudges in one direction.
Just as Chigiri mentioned, Itoshi Sae is there by the counter, likely also waiting for his own coffee. It made sense since they were in Madrid.
“One Coffee Jelly Frappuccino for Isagi!”
Isagi stands up immediately, happy to discard himself of the possible conversation with Bachira which will likely reveal more things than he would be comfortable revealing. He walks to the pick-up counter to grab his order – and just as he turns away, not wanting to acknowledge the presence of the older Itoshi in fear of an awkward encounter, Sae acknowledges him instead.
Half-lidded cyan eyes follow his form, arms crossed.
“Oh, you’re here.”
Isagi laughs nervously. It sounds just as awkward as it felt – and the regard awfully reminds him of an encounter he would prefer not to remember. Sae even sounds like his brother. Nonetheless, even if he didn’t think that he was already on speaking terms with the man, he regards the casual approach with equal familiarity.
Perhaps, this was just the Western way of going about things and Isagi should know better than to be a stick in the mud like someone.
“Yeah, um, I’m here. I’m with some guys from Blue Lock if you remember Chigiri, Bachira, and Kunigami.” He points to the table with his friends.
“One Americano for Sae!”
Sae eyes the group and waves a quick greeting – which the three return. He gets his own cup of coffee – hot – like mature adults are (and completely not like his little brother.)
“I guess I’ll be going.”
But the next words that come out of Itoshi Sae’s lips keep Isagi frozen on the spot.
“You know, I think my brother likes you.”
“Your brother – what?!”
“Don’t tell him I told you. He’s –,” Sae’s phone pings. He eyes the message and expands the group of notifications.
Noisy brother • Just now
If you don’t answer me, I’ll give Shidou your number
Noisy brother • 13m
Nii-san
Noisy brother • 20m
Nii-san
Noisy brother • 4h
I need to know
Noisy brother • 1d
Please answer me
Noisy brother • 1d
Nii-san, how do you court an omega?
A smile falls upon Sae’s handsome features when he regards the smaller man with a fond expression.
“Give him a chance, will you?”