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The ceiling fan spins, the TV drones on, and an earbud in Shidou’s right ear plays whatever nonsense Spotify thinks he should be listening to right now. Anything to keep his overactive brain from pissing him off any more than usual. His thumb scrolls through social media, pink eyes scanning recent tweets and posts. Most of it is about the college’s recent games. The fall semester began two weeks ago and kickoffs for all the major sports leagues are in full swing. 

He stretches, lats fucking sore as hell. God, he loves playing football. But damn, did it beat ya up. The coach is such a hard-ass every year when school starts up again, running the guys through drill after drill since they all get lazy with training over the summer months. Shidou rolls his shoulders and scoffs internally at their dumbass coach. Maybe he should play a prank on the coach before the year is through. His thumb stops scrolling as he considers his options - pop snaps under the toilet seat maybe? He snorts, imagining the fat fucker shitting himself when he sits down and thinks his seat is exploding.

“Blue Lock Athletic College Soccer Team loses 2-3” 

An eyebrow raises. Their soccer team was the finest on the south side of Japan. Losing a match right at the beginning of the season was unheard of. 

Whatever. Not like he cared about soccer. Fucking losers. 

His thumb swipes up, opening the messaging app. At the top is Shidou’s long-time girlfriend, Rach. 

Shidou Ryusei

hey pookie. wanna come over an hop on this dick???

Sent . Masterfully done. The phone blips as a response comes in.

Rach 💛

sorry babes. doing initiations for the new girls tonight

Fuuuck . More sorority bullshit. He’s getting tired of it, for real. Shidou chucks the phone at the end of his bed, but it dings again and he leaps forward, praying Rach had changed her mind. Bringing it up, it's a photo attachment. Shidou rips his earbud out and taps it faster than he can think and it’s Rach’s fat ass in a purple thong, sitting on a bathroom counter. Ugh . Bathroom selfies are so fuckin hot.  

Rach 💛

here you go, babes 😘

His cock twitches in his sweatpants and right before he digs in, three resounding knocks rap on the dorm door. 

God. Fucking. Damnit. 

His tan feet hit the floor and stomps to the door, swinging it open angrily. 

“What?!” He screeches, furious at being interrupted. Who the hell even-

His pink eyes stare blankly. Sae Itoshi, the soccer star of Blue Lock, is standing at his doorstep. Sae’s teal eyes are unreadable, hands in pockets. The man is a few inches shorter than himself, still wearing his soccer uniform for some fucking reason. Has he even showered—?

Sae and Shidou have been dorm neighbors since Junior year but for some reason, they never spoke much. The soccer player was always a quiet neighbor, and never bothered him with anything. If anything, Shidou was the one who probably pissed him off since he was always getting into trouble with their RA Kuon - noise complaints, damage to property, you name it. He could recall one time where his frat bros and him were playing mini-golf in the dorm halls, all shirtless and shouting nonsense. Sae had actually come out of his room to investigate, but he  seemed more interested in the men playing than the red solo cups they kept missing. 

The magenta-haired man was hailed as a treasure, easily the college’s strongest player with his ability to control the tempo of play on the field beautifully. He was a shoe-in for professional leagues after graduation. But Ryusei didn’t give two shits about the other sports teams or their athletes at his college - he only cared about football, after all. Playing football like a madman, partying with his fraternity brothers, not pissing off Rach constantly, and getting high were all he cared about. 

“The hell do you want, Sae?” Shidou says, glaring down at him. 

Sae’s teal eyes meet him with cold indifference, completely unfazed by his hostile demeanor. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Let me in.” He says evenly.

An eyebrow twitches in annoyance. “And why the hell should I do that?” Shidou counters. Star athlete or not, he wasn’t gonna let a rando into his room. He certainly didn’t need help studying or some dumb shit like that. 

Sae raises an eyebrow, his expression remaining impassive despite Shidou’s blatant rudeness. He takes a step closer, invading the blonde’s personal space just enough to make him uncomfortable. “Because, “ Sae says slowly, each word carefully enunciated, “you’d look even more pathetic than usual if you refused me. And trust me, that’s saying something.” 

The blonde opens his mouth, more than happy to give the fucker a piece of his mind when Sae’s  hand grabs his shirt and shoves him backwards. He stumbles a bit, not expecting the shorter man to grab him so forcefully. “---the fuck?!” The door clicks shut behind them and Sae releases his grip, walking casually into the room like he owns the fucking place. He turns halfway towards Shidou, regarding him with scrutiny. 

The next words out of his mouth are the last thing he ever expected. 

“Let’s fuck.” 

Shidou freezes. What did he just say? 

“Bro….I, what?” Shidou stutters. Fuck, he sounds pathetic. 

Sae’s lips curl into a mocking smirk at his flustered response. He puts his hands into his pockets again and steps forward, just close enough for his scent - a mix of sweat from his earlier match and expensive cologne - to invade Shidou’s senses. 

“What’s wrong?” The magenta-haired man taunts, his voice low and challenging. “Can’t get it up?” He says it was such arrogance, as if he knew exactly which buttons should and shouldn’t be pressed on the man known as Shidou Ryusei. 

Oh. Oh hoho. It’s on now, fuckface. 

“Why the fuck are you even here right now?” Shidou argues. “Shouldn’t you be off crying in a corner about your lost match like the little bitch baby that you are?” 

Sae’s eyes flash dangerously at his insult, his composure slipping for just a moment before he regains control. He leans in closer. “Crying?” He scoffs, voice dripping with disdain. “If I wanted comfort, I wouldn’t have come here. I just need to let off some steam.” 

The comment surprises Shidou slightly. He didn’t know the guy that well but he’d heard from Rach how cold and arrogant the bastard was, especially to his female fans. And here he was, asking for a casual fling. Fucking laughable. 

“Go jerk off in your own room, faggot.” Shidou growls out. The slur seems to take Sae by surprise and he glares again. At this distance, Shidou can see how long his eyelashes are - hell, Rach would probably ask him what serum he uses. 

Sae’s teal eyes blaze with fury at the crude remark. He probably didn’t realize that the so-called demonic football player knew he just blew a match. Sae pulls back slightly, his pretty face contorted with rage. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he snarls, his usually composed demenour starting to crumble. “You think you can just throw insults at me and get away with it?” In one swift motion, Sae grabs the front of Shidou’s black shirt and jerks him forward until their faces are mere inches apart. 

Shidou smirks widely, loving his stupidly honest reaction. 

“Aw, did I hit a nerve?” He shivers slightly in excitement. Maybe it’s the fact that they’re so close Shidou can feel Sae’s warm breath on his skin. Or the fact that a much smaller dude is being so aggressive towards a known linebacker. Anyone that knows Shidou knows his petulance for eagerly jumping to violence - like, somebody’s gotta throw the first punch, right? 

Despite his usual theatrics, the blonde has always been straight as an arrow. He’s a frat bro, duh. 

Sae’s nostrils flare at Shidou’s smug reaction, his grip on the black cotton shirt tightening. He leans in even closer, and yep—Shidou can definitely feel the warmth of his breath now. His magenta hair falls forward, framing his furious teal eyes. “You think this is funny?” He hisses, voice low and dangerous. “You’ll regret opening your mouth.” 

Without warning, Sae crashes his lips against Shidou’s in a fierce, angry kiss. 

The blonde is momentarily stunned and jerks backwards, but his attempt to pull away only serves to ignite Sae’s determination further. His free hand snakes around Shidou’s neck, keeping him locked in. The heat radiating from him is too warm, his muscular frame pressing insistently into the other’s. Shidou can’t help but feel his cock twitch in his sweatpants at the aggressive display and his mind can’t seem to keep up. Sae breaks the kiss abruptly, leaving the football player gasping for air.

“What’s wrong?” The shorter man taunts, his voice husky and breathless. “Can’t handle a little friction? Or are you just pretending to resist?” 

Shidou’s blood is boiling now. This kid has some real fucking audacity to come into his room and pull this shit. “Can you just fuck off? I have a girlfriend, you know. Go find some other dude to fuck.”

Sae’s eyebrows shoot up at the mention of a girlfriend, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He releases his grip on Shidou, taking a small step back. His teal eyes glitter with malicious amusement. “A girlfriend? How cute,” he sneers, crossing his arms over his chest. “Does she know about your…interesting tastes? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re enjoying our little game far too much.” 

His gaze travels down Shidou’s body and back up again, and he burns under it. Fuck. 

Something inside of Shidou flips like a switch. Fucking hell. His body is thrumming with tension and growing arousal and he takes a predatory step towards Sae, teeth gnashing. 

This is fine, right? No one has to know. 

Sae’s smirk widens as he sees the blonde step forward. His teal eyes darken with anticipation.  He uncrosses his arms, letting them fall to his sides in a subtle display of submission. “So, you’ve decided to stop fighting it, huh?” He purrs, voice low and challenging. “Show me what you’ve got then, linebacker.” 

“Oh, I’ll put you in your place, you slutty excuse for a soccer midfielder.” 

He grabs Sae’s shirt and forcefully shoves him against the nearest wall of the dorm. Before he can open his godforsaken mouth again Shidou kisses him, hard. His tongue swipes across Sae’s bottom lip seeking entry but he only smirks into the kiss, denying the blonde. Shidou’s hand reaches up and grabs his bratty cheeks, squeezing hard and prying his jaws open for his invading tongue. 

Sae responds to the forceful advance with equal fervor, his teeth grazing tongue as they fight for dominance. It’s all tongue and teeth, and it’s unlike any making out Shidou’s used to with his submissive girlfriend. Sae’s hands slide down to grip firm hips, pulling them closer together. The fabric of his soccer uniform rustles with the movement, and Shidou can feel the rapid beating of his heart through the thin material. Shidou’s cock is aching by this point, and Sae’s must be too because the shorter man grinds against the taller, the mesh fabric of their shorts easily allowing for him to feel the other’s hardness. Shidou’s brain tells him to pull back in revulsion but his body says that the friction is too delicious. 

After a heated moment, he breaks the kiss, leaving them both panting. Sae’s teal eyes are dark with lust, but there’s still that familiar arrogance in his gaze. His hand slides down to grip Shidou’s erection through his sweatpants and it sends a jolt of electricity though his body. His skilled fingers trace the outline of hardness, applying just enough pressure to make Shidou groan involuntarily. Sae smirks at the reaction, his eyes gleaming with triumph. 

“Getting excited already?” he taunts, his voice low. “We’ve barely started, and you’re already losing control.” His hand slips inside the waistband and his thumb brushes over Shidou’s tip, causing him to buck involuntarily against his hand. 

Shidou’s hand shoots out and grips Sae’s pretty magenta hair, jerking it painfully back. He grimaces and his hand slips out of the sweatpants. 

“Don’t fuck with me, lashes. Get on your knees like a good little slut. That’s what you wanted when you came in here, right? If you suck cock good enough, I might just consider fucking you.” 

Sae’s eyes flash with defiance at the command, but there’s a visible shiver of excitement running through his body. He leans into the grip on his hair, hissing softly. “Don’t presume to tell me what I want,” he growls, his voice rough with arousal. “But fine, whatever…” 

With fluid grace, he sinks to his knees before Shidou, looking up through lowered lashes. His hands rest on the taller man’s thighs, fingers digging in softly. He tugs the sweatpants down and Shidou’s cock springs free, aching and hard as all get out. 

Sae’s teal eyes immediately fix on his exposed cock. His breath catches audibly, and a light flush colors his pale cheeks. He licks his lips unconsciously, his gaze eating it up before he does. “Impressive,” he murmurs, his usual arrogance tinged with genuine appreciation. Without waiting, he leans forward, his warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin. 

Sae’s pink tongue reaches out, smearing the precum over Shidou’s cock head, making him groan softly. He licks a fat stripe from the base to the head before stretching his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the head and gauging the blonde’s reactions. Shidou can feel his eyes boring into him—smug bastard—but he can’t help but inhale sharply as he hollows his cheeks, creating a delicious suction. His magenta hair sways as he bobs his head a few times and the pleasure is almost too intense. Soft fingers trail up tan thighs, nails lightly scraping against skin. Fucccckk…. 

Sae’s long, slender fingers wrap around Shidou’s shaft, stroking with deliberate, teasing motions as he detaches his mouth. “Having trouble staying quiet?” He taunts, his voice low and husky. “Come on, let me hear those sounds you’re trying so hard to hold back.” He increases his pace slightly, twisting his wrist on each upward stroke. 

Before Shidou can insult him again, Sae swallows him again, this time engulfing the entire length. His throat constricts and Sae gags slightly, his teal eyes watering. 

“Nggh-!” Shidou groans at the sudden pressure, his pink eyes fluttering. Sae’s hand grips the base and he starts stroking in tandem with hard sucks, and Shidou can’t help but moan at how well he uses his slutty mouth. His fingers find their way into his magenta hair and he grips it, anchoring himself as his mouth falls open, his breathing ragged. Sae’s teal eyes snap up but he doesn’t slow down, no—he fucking speeds up.  

“Fucking hell, Sae….your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock….hhngh!!” 

Sae’s rhythmic movements intensify, his mouth and hand working Shidou into a frenzy. His teal eyes watch his every twitch and gasp of pleasure. He alternates between deep, powerful sucks and quick, teasing licks, keeping the blonde on edge. With a mouth full of cock Sae can’t say anything, but Shidou can feel the deep hum of a chuckle.

Sae is on his knees but he still seems to have way too much fucking power, clearly enjoying teasing Shidou like this. Shidou’s grip on his hair tightens without warning, causing Sae’s throat to constrict in a way that makes him groan. 

“Stop being a fucking tease,” Shidou growls out. “Open up wide for me, slut. If I feel your teeth on me, you’re fucking dead.” 

Sae’s eyes flash with excitement at the commanding tone. He complies immediately, opening his mouth wide and relaxing his jaw. Shidou’s grip on his hair remains firm as he starts moving his hips, picking up speed and face-fucking him. 

The sudden aggression catches Sae off guard, causing him to choke and gag, but Shidou’s grip keeps him firmly in place.

Ah, shit. That’s the stuff. Seeing Sae’s teal eyes water up is so fucking perfect, and Shidou takes his pleasure face-fucking him just to teach him where his bratty attitude gets him. He’s whimpering and slapping Shidou’s thigh angrily, but the blonde’s smirk only grows wider as he thrusts over and over. 

His pretty face starts turning cherry red and Shidou thrusts faster, eager to cum down his throat before he pussies out. Well, not that he would let him go either way. Sae’s glare dissolves, replaced with tears, whimpers, and gurgles as he claws at tan thighs. Shidou feels his balls drawing up tight and with a final, powerful thrust, he spills his load with a deep groan, eyes rolling back. Sae’s throat works desperately to swallow but as soon as Shidou pulls out, he coughs it back up and sputters pathetically. 

As the intensity subsides, Sae slumps forward, gasping for air. 

“Fucking hell… I never would have guessed the star midfielder is so good at sucking cock. You could use some practice holding your breath, though.” Shidou says with a sly grin, happy to see the older Itoshi brother sitting at his feet where he belongs. Sae wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring up with undisguised fury. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, magenta hair disheveled and sticking to his damp forehead.

“No wonder people call you a demon.” He responds, his voice hoarse from the rough treatment. “You’re a fucking ass, you know that?” Shidou’s grin only widens at his lame rebuke. 

“Maybe if you’re weren’t such a fucking brat, I wouldn’t have to treat you like one.” He retorts. 

Sae coughs again and stands, going to the bathroom. Shidou snickers as he hears the water running and gurgling. How fucking lame. He pulls his sweatpants back on and sits back on the bed, waiting for the slut to show himself. After a few minutes he comes out, looking a little freshened but glaring daggers nonetheless. 

He notices Shidou leaning on the bed and comes closer. The blonde gazes at him with a silent smirk and Sae makes a beeline for him. 

“Stop wasting my time, you pathetic devil,” he snarls, his breath hot against Shidou’s face. “You better put out after pulling that shit with me.” Sae’s free hand roughly palms Shidou’s groin, feeling for signs of arousal. “Come on, get your limp dick hard already. Piece of trash.” 

Despite the arrogance in his voice, it falls flat on Shidou’s ears now. His pathetic attempt at riling the blonde devil up is almost funny. 

Shidou’s cock however is happy to oblige, quickly hardening again under Sae’s insistent hand. 

“Getting impatient, sweetheart?” Shidou says, his voice mocking. His tan hands reach around Sae’s waist, pulling him in, and he’s momentarily surprised by how lean Sae’s frame is. He yelps at the sudden movement and Shidou grins like a dog in heat, palming his ass cheeks possessively. His hands roam the soccer player’s body, feeling up his hips and ass though his soccer uniform. An athlete himself, he could appreciate the work that went into a man’s physique, although he tried to think about it not too hard. Lean, muscled—not bad, not bad. Sae’s skin is warm and flushed and despite the residual anger in his eyes, his cock starts hardening under his uniform. What, did the face fucking make him go soft? Shidou thought Sae would love that little number.  

Shidou’s not obliged to touch the little twink since Sae came into his room demanding his cock. But Sae seems to sense the growing tension between them because he sheds his uniform top, revealing a perfectly lean, muscled body. The muscles ripple under smooth skin with the movement, showcasing years of rigorous training. His shoulders and arms are lean but his core and obliques are insane —hard lines with an erotic v-line that Shidou makes no effort to hide as his line of vision goes south. A light sheen of sweat glistens on Sae’s torso, making him impossibly sexier. Shidou lets out a whistle of appreciation and allows his hands to glide up the newly exposed flesh. 

Unlike Shidou’s girlfriend’s soft curves and supple breasts, Sae is all hard, muscled planes. He’s the wet dream of countless girls, without a doubt. Shidou doesn’t get too caught up in appreciation before he reaches up and tweaks one of his nipples, grinning when he earns a sharp gasp from the boy. Sae’s teal eyes flutter closed for a moment, betraying his sensitivity. 

Sae must sense the blonde’s unwillingness to touch him there because the slut has the audacity to grind his dick on Shidou’s thigh. 

Clearly Shidou’s face betrayed him because Sae smirks, enjoying his discomfort. “Having second thoughts?” He taunts, voice low and challenging. “Or are you just pretending to be disgusted?” His teal eyes gleam with mischief and desire as he continues his deliberate movements, the friction causing him to let out a soft grunt of self-satisfaction. 

Shidou scowls at him. “Get your nasty dick off me, twink. You wanted me to fuck you so c’mere and bend over already.” 

Sae’s smirk falls at the harsh words. “Okay, damn.” He pulls back and moves to the side of the bed, bending over. His lean, muscular back arches invitingly as he slides his uniform shorts -just- far down enough to reveal the curve of his ass. Shidou’s feet plant behind him as his tan hands glide over him again. Damn, even his ass is nice. For a dude , he means. 

Sae glances back. “You’ve got lube, right dipshit?” 

Shidou freezes, the reality of the moment settling in. “Uh… yeah,” he says, but his voice sounds a little uncertain. He reaches over to the bedside drawer and pulls the bottle out, popping the lid off. 

“I already prepped myself.” Sae says suddenly, catching Shidou off guard. He what…? Sae rolls his hips backwards, impatient. “Didn’t trust you to do it for obvious reasons. Just lube up already and put that cock to good use.” 

Shidou growls in frustration at the indirect insult but does as he says, rubbing the lube onto his shaft and stroking himself a few times for good measure. As if to piss the blonde off even more, Sae’s eyes drift to the nightstand. He sees a framed photo of Shidou and his girl and reaches over with a quiet “ gross ,” flipping it over.

Honestly, cheating on his girl doesn’t bother Shidou in the slightest. They’ve been on and off for like, two years now. What’s making his hands clam up right now is the fact that he, Ryusei Shidou, is about to fuck a dude. And of course, the brat seems to notice his hesitation as he glances back at him. Sae doesn’t say anything but that condescending look on his face says it all. 

Shidou steels his nerves and positions himself at Sae’s already-slickened entrance, holding his cock with one hand and pulling one of Sae’s cheeks wider with the other. Sae’s lean body trembles slightly in anticipation. The blonde’s hips push in slowly and he watches with rapt attention as the tip of his cock breaches the tight ring of muscles. It only goes in a little before Sae sucks in air through his teeth at the sudden pressure. He doesn’t say anything so Shidou keeps going. Sae whimpers as the head breaches him.

“….Fuck, you’re tight!” Shidou grits out. Sae’s teal eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he stifles a moan, digging his fingers into the bed sheets. A low, guttural sound escapes his throat—somewhere between a moan and a growl. 

“Ngh… that’s it.” Sae says as Shidou slowly pushes in. Despite the strain in his voice, somehow the fucker still has a mouth on him. “Show me what you’re capable of, straight boy,” he taunts, facing away. Sae’s inner walls clench around Shidou, warm and tight, as he pushes his hips back, urging him deeper. 

Shidou fully sheathes inside of Sae’s tight heat and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His thighs are trembling. Oh god…this sensation…it’s so fuckin good. 

His hips slowly drag back and Sae whimpers when he pushes in again. Shidou rolls his neck, forcing himself to relax so he doesn’t cum in five seconds like a fucking virgin. He sets a slow pace, marveling at how his hole clenches tighter than Rach’s, that’s for damn sure. Sae’s hips start rolling back to meet the blonde’s thrusts, and Shidou places his hands there, gripping them firmly. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Sae taunts from beneath, his voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck me already, Shidou.” 

His control snaps just like that and Shidou’s hips surge forward, fucking him harder. Little brat thinks he can order him around—he’ll have to teach him a lesson. Sae’s voice dissolves into a series of sharp gasps and moans. His lean body bounces with each powerful thrust, muscles flexing and relaxing rhythmically. “Fuck! Yes….!” He cries out, voice hoarse. His teal eyes roll back slightly, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. 

As Shidou continues to drive into Sae with relentless force, his protests turn into incoherent whimpers and moans. “God… fuck …don’t stop!” Sae gasps, voice desperate. The room fills with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Sae’s increasingly loud vocalizations. Shidou’s not even sure where his sweet spots are to be honest, but his cock is big enough for this slut, so he keeps ramming into him, happy to oblige. 

Shidou’s hand reaches forward and grips one of Sae’s shoulders, harshly jerking him into a standing position, cock still nestled deep inside him. He wraps a possessive hand around Sae’s neck and squeezes lightly, bucking into him from behind. “Wha-what are you- ahh !” Sae gasps, unable to form coherent sentences. The new angle allows for a more shallow penetration, but he eagerly shoves in, wanting to bury as much as possible into this sweet ass. Now, Sae can’t hide his stupid face in the sheets. Fully exposed, the magenta-haired man’s face is flushed and pleasure-drunk, and Shidou’s getting off so hard on it. 

“You like it rough, don’t you?” Shidou teases between grunts. “Your tight little hole is practically begging for more.” 

Sae’s face flushes crimson at the words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal evidence in his expression. He tries to maintain his defiant attitude, but his voice comes out breathless and weak. “Shut up… I don’t… ah !” 

Sae’s mesh shorts have long since fallen down, all previous shame gone out the window. His untouched cock is leaking precum, bobbing with each thrust. “Hmm…?” Shidou coos. The smaller man’s moans and whimpers are like music to the blonde’s ears with their faces so close like this and it makes him wanna tease the fuck out of him. Shidou’s teeth meet his earlobe and Sae shudders horribly, his knees buckling. “AH…!” 

Shidou wasn’t expecting the weight under his palms to suddenly fall but the sudden nip has Sae careening back onto the bed, making Shidou’s cock slip out in the process. 

The moment seems to freeze time and they just stare at each other before Shidou breaks out into a fit of laughter. “Hah. Ahahah! You’re pretty sensitive, aren’t ya Sae-chan?” 

Sae’s flushed face contorts in disdain at the feminine nickname. “Stop laughing!” He snarls. His teal eyes flash with his usual arrogance despite his compromised state. He grits his teeth, trying to mask his vulnerability with anger. Wow, serious much?

Shidou rolls his eyes at the little attitude streak, still snickering, and grabs one of Sae’s ankles, twisting his body around so that he’s laying back on the bed. The magenta-haired man is surprisingly heavy but it’s not too much of an issue for Shidou’s huge biceps and broad shoulders to toss him around. The blonde’s body presses in on top of him and he smirks devilishly into his neck. 

“Nothing wrong with being a little sensitive, Sae-chan~” Shidou says as his mouth envelops Sae’s neck for the first time, kissing and nipping at him eagerly. The smaller man lets out a surprised gasp that quickly transforms into a low moan. His pulse races beneath the blonde’s lips, betraying just how aroused he is. Despite his attempts to resist, Sae’s hands clutch at Shidou’s broad shoulders as if torn between pushing him away or pulling him closer. At this point Shidou is so high strung that can't help but grind his slick cock against Sae’s as he focuses his attention on devouring him whole. 

Sae makes a pathetic keening noise and Shidou rewards him with a hard suckle to his neck that’s sure to piss him off in the morning. 

Unable to wait any longer, Shidou shifts Sae’s hips up and drives into him again, from the front this time. Sae throws his head back with a sharp cry of pleasure. His teal eyes squeeze shut, long lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. “Fuck!” He gasps, arms wrapping tightly around Shidou’s neck. “How are you so good at this?” 

The blonde devil’s face breaks into a silly grin. “I’m an athlete, baby. I can go aaaalll night~” Shidou’s hands ball into fists and he presses them into the bed just above Sae’s hipbones, anchoring himself to start pistoning into the smaller man. Sweat drips down his forehead and he whips his head to stop it from stinging his eyes as his hips go wild. 

An arm leaves Shidou’s shoulder as Sae starts jerking himself off. For some reason, it’s a huge fucking turn on. 

Shidou is thrusting so goddamn hard and his hips snap perfectly into Sae’s with lewd clapping sounds. He’s holding back his orgasm desperately, driving Sae– his Sae–to the brink of pleasure. Sae’s reactions become more frantic and uncontrolled. His nails dig into tan shoulders, leaving red crescent marks. “Oh god, oh god,” he chants breathlessly, his teal eyes wild with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard…,” he admits through gritted teeth, his usual arrogance replaced by raw desperation. He’s clenching around Shidou’s cock like a fucking vice grip but he don’t slow down.

Sae finally shatters. And when he does, it’s fucking beautiful. 

His teal eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. “I’m-I’m cumming !” He cries out, body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure crash over him. White cum spurts from his cock all over his pretty heaving chest and for some reason that’s what does Shidou in. 

“Fuck! Sae….!” Shidou groans as his vision blurs with pleasure, his climax fucking ruining him. His hands grip Sae’s hips so tightly, it’s sure to leave bruises. He’s so tight and Shidou unloads every last drop into his slick heat, shuddering violently. 

Nobody says a word. The only sound filling the room is Sae’s incoherent whimpers and gasps as he comes back down to earth. Hell, even Shidou’s spinning right now. 

After a long moment, Shidou pulls his softened cock from Sae’s well-fucked hole with a squelching sound. His chest heaves as he breathes deeply. 

As the haze of pleasure begins to clear, Sae’s familiar cocky demeanor starts to resurface. He runs a hand through his disheveled magenta hair, fixing the blonde with a smirk. “Not bad, straight boy,” he says dismissively, though his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing betray his lingering satisfaction. He stretches languidly on the bed, muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin. 

Sae jolts as Shidou leans forward, wrapping tan arms around his sweaty body with a wide grin. 

“Fuuuuck, man,” Shidou says. “That was way better than any pussy… and I’ve had a lot. Almost busted as soon as I stuck it in.” 

Sae rolls his eyes at the boastful comment, but there’s a hint of amusement in his expression. He squirms slightly in Shidou’s embrace, clearly uncomfortable with the prolonged closeness. “Flattery will get you nowhere, you horny devil,” he retorts though his voice lacks its usual bite. “But I suppose you did manage to impress me somewhat.” He pauses, locking his teal gaze onto Shidou’s. “Just don’t let it go to your head.” 

Suddenly, three loud bangs are heard on the dorm’s door. The two men freeze like deer caught in headlights, naked and in a very compromising position. Maybe if they don’t move they’ll-

“Open up! It’s Kuon!” 

They both bolt off the bed in unison, scrambling for clothes. 

“Is this my shirt? Fuck! Where are my pants?!”

“Shit, shit, shit!! We need to get out of here, now.” Shidou says. Sae looks at him like he’s fucking stupid. 

“It’s a little late for that, dipshit,” he says. Shidou groans like a child. Kuon is the dorm RA so they’re likely fucked.  

Kuon bangs on the door again. “Fucking hell, I’m coming!” The blonde shouts as he walks forward, opening the door with an incredulous look on his face while Sae stands behind him looking the part. Shidou wipes the look off his face, trying to look as normal and unassuming as possible on a Friday at 11 o’clock at night. Or whatever fucking time it is, Shidou’s not really sure at this point. 

“Hey, Kuon! What’s up?” he says cheerfully. “Just studying for our exams, you know how it is…” 

Kuon looks Sae up and down, then at the blonde. “The football and soccer stars. How cute.” He says flatly. “Look guys, I don’t give a fuck what you do behind closed doors, but keep it down, would you? I got three complaints.” 

Ugh. “Come on now, seriously?” Shidou says. “Do you know how much money I paid to have a single dorm? Who filed noise complaints? I’ll have a nice fucking chat-” His shoulder jerks back as Sae grips it, shutting Shidou up. 

“Sorry, Kuon.” Sae says nonchalantly. “Won’t happen again.” He glares at the blonde with those pretty teal eyes and Shidou can’t help but smile back at him like a puppy, his anger all but forgotten. 

“Uhhh, yeah. Won’t happen again,” Shidou confirms, not even looking at Kuon. 

Chapter Text

As dawn breaks, the crisp autumn air nips at Sae’s cheeks, prompting him to pull his Blue Lock team jacket tighter around himself. He leans down to tighten the laces of his cleats, going through the usual motions of an early morning practice. Other players began streaming onto the field but he paid them no mind, as per usual. 

“Morning, Sae,” a voice calls out from behind him. Hand resting casually on his hip, he turns to see Yoichi Isagi trodding up to him. Isagi grins widely, hand outstretched in the cool morning air in a wave. 

“Morning.” The midfielder responds flatly. 

Isagi is the youngest member of Blue Lock’s permanent soccer rotation. Most of the team are seniors and juniors, yet this bubbly 20 year-old kid is just a sophomore. He’d only landed the spot due to his excellent game sense. Isagi certainly lacked any particular shooting techniques, but he made up for it in his tactical understanding of the game, using his innate ability to improvise new plays and perform rapid passes on the fly. Coach often stuck him in as a midfielder, so they naturally ended up playing side-by-side, anyway. 

As the best player on the team, Sae had no qualms talking down on the other players. He wouldn’t let his reputation get tarnished by careless idiots who weren’t willing to put in the effort. Yet for some reason, the blueberry never seemed too offended when Sae ripped into him. He took the insults in stride as harsh criticisms, always rebounding and improving. 

“Circle up, guys!” A booming voice resounds over the assembled players. The captain, Oliver Aiku, glances over everyone with his heterochromatic eyes. The team quickly gets into their warm up with the usual drills.

As an athletic college, Blue Lock runs drills daily, along with mandatory exercise and diet regimens for the majority of students. It was child’s play for Sae, since he’s been an athlete since he was a kid. His brother Rin was on the team, too; a sophomore like Isagi. Rin was a superb player much like himself, but Sae had made sure he wasn’t in the regular rotation just yet. Cocky brat needed to grow up a little. 

The sweat beading above Sae’s teal eyes is a welcome feeling. His body warms up with the rising sun and as the rays start creeping over the turf, the real action begins.  As they move across the field executing passing drills, Sae finds himself hyper-aware of Isagi’s presence behind him. The familiar motions of soccer are as natural to these seasoned athletes as breathing, and Isagi and Sae perform instantaneous passes, moving the ball around other players with ease.

Most of the players disliked running drills with Sae since his playing style was a league above everyone else’s. Even basic drills were the foundation of a good athlete so Sae readily handed out taunts to anyone he caught slacking. But since the fall semester had started 3 weeks ago, Isagi had been like a hypervigilant shadow behind Sae. He thought it was just another underclassman idolizing his play style, but he had to admit that the kid wasn’t half-bad. Even if he was a noisy brat sometimes. 

Yet even as he executed a stunning volley that sailed perfectly into the top corner of a goal, Sae couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Well, more so than usual, anyway. The eyes that clung to him now were scrutinizing. His magenta hair sways as his gaze snaps over to see Otoya’s eyes roving over him. Feeling a surge of irritation, he stomps over to idiotic white-haired douche. 

“Otoya,” he barked sharply. “Eyes on the ball, dumbass. Stop gawking like some useless spectator and pay attention to the game.” His teal eyes blazed with annoyance, voice dripping with contempt. 

“Ooooh, so feisty first thing in the morning,” Otoya remarks, clearly not giving a shit. “I was just admiring your shot, Sae-chan.” 

Sae’s jaw clenches at the blatant feminine mockery of his name. “Don’t call me that,” he snarls, stepping closer. “And wipe that stupid grin off your face before I do it for you.” His fingers twitch at his sides,  as he’s barely able to restrain himself from making good on his threat. The sounds of play quiet around them as their confrontation draws curious glances from nearby players.

“Oh?” Otoya says a little louder, clearly aware of the other players watching. “Is -chan not right? I just assumed you were the one taking it like a bitch. Everyone already knows about you and that football linebacker,” he sneers. 

Sae’s face drains of color at Otoya’s words, his teal eyes widening in shock and mortification. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” He hisses, glancing around frantically at the gathering crowd. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” His hands tremble slightly, clenching and unclenching at his sides as he fights to regain his composure. 

Before Otoya can open his godforsaken mouth again, Sae feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see Isagi’s concerned expression.

“Hey, man. What’s going on? You good?” The shorter man asks him. Sae feels himself let out a shuddering breath. He brings a hand up instinctively, shrugging Isagi’s hand off his shoulder. 

“It’s nothing.” The midfielder responds coldly. “Just Otoya talking trash. Let’s get back to the game.” He runs a hand through his sweaty magenta hair, his heart still pounding from the confrontation. The mention of Shidou had thrown him completely off balance, and now he was painfully aware of every pair of eyes watching the exchange. Anyone that could read his body language would undoubtedly have their suspicions confirmed. Fuck . 

As the practice continued, an uncomfortable silence hung heavy on the field. Each pass felt heavier than usual, each dribble more labored. Sae’s usual grace was noticeably absent as he struggled to refocus on the game. 

Finally, practice ended and Sae swiftly headed to the locker rooms. He showered quickly and changed, feeling a sour taste in his mouth. How the fuck did Otoya know about that? The white-haired fucker had the biggest mouth on the team, so surely others knew. Despite just having showered, his palms were already clamming up. Fuck fuck fuck. 

The sound of a door swinging open behind him makes his head swivel, on high alert. He sees Isagi hesitating in the doorway, clearly debating whether to approach him or not. 

“Sae,” Isagi says, taking a tentative step inside. “We need to talk.” He closed the door, giving them some privacy, but it didn’t make Sae feel any better given the unavoidable nature of the conversation. 

The magenta-haired man only scowled at the sophomore. As if Isagi could get him to blab about his personal life. 

“Look, I know we don’t usually chat like this,” he started, his voice low and thoughtful. “But I’ve heard the rumors, too. And after what happened earlier…” he trailed off, his blue eyes shifting uneasily. 

Sae only fixed him with a cold glare. 

The younger man sighed, realizing his approach wasn’t working. “Hey, man, I’m not going to judge you, alright? You’re the star player of the soccer team. Nothing’s gonna change that.” 

Flattery usually worked on the magenta-haired man. He scoffed. “Damn right I am.” He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’s been developing lately. He sighs. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t really have any friends, or the fact that he pushes away every person that gets close. But fuck, since everyone knows already anyway, he might as well talk to the blueberry. 

“Yeah, I had a hookup the other week. Didn’t think it would blow up in my face, though,” the midfielder admits reluctantly, crossing his arms. 

The admission hangs in the air for a moment before Isagi grins. “Heyyy, I managed to crack that impenetrable shell!” 

Sae’s face quickly returns to a scowl which has Isagi laughing and holding his hands up defensively. “Nah, nah! I just mean, it’s fine, yeah? Everyone has hookups,” he says quickly. “Well, I mean the popular guys do.” 

The comment doesn’t do anything to quell the anxiety churning in Sae’s gut. 

The shorter man seems to notice the stiffness in the air and he takes a confident step forward, placing a warm hand on Sae’s shoulder. The latter flinches almost imperceptibly, before forcing himself to remain still. 

“Really. It’s fine,” Isagi reassures. “Some of the best soccer players in the world are gay. It’s not like it could hurt your prospects or anything.” 

Sae stared at Isagi incredulously, his cheeks flushing slightly beneath his pale skin at being called out so openly. “Are you seriously trying to convince me that coming out wouldn’t affect my chances?” he scoffed, shaking off Isagi’s hand. “It doesn’t matter what the other players do. It isn’t exactly a welcoming environment, Yoichi.” He turned away, busying himself with folding his uniform, his movements sharp and jerky with nervous energy. 

The blue-haired man only laughed behind him. “Bro, who cares? You don’t get along with the rest of the team, anyway. Just keep making your stellar passes and don’t worry about the rest. I’ll keep the team off your back.” 

Sae whirled back to face Isagi, magenta eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. “You’d really do that for me?” he demanded, searching his teammates face for any sign of insincerity. “Why the hell would you care so much?” His tone was challenging, but the prospect of having even one ally in this sea of judgement was tempting. 

The blueberry throws his arms over his head and smiles. “You’re the best player at Blue Lock. I should support you, naturally. Why’s that so hard to wrap your head around? You can consider me a friend, if that’s easier.” 

A flicker of emotion crosses Sae’s usually stoic features at Isagi’s earnest offer. “A friend, huh?” he mutters, running a hand through his messy magenta locks. “Fine. But don’t expect me to suddenly start sharing embarrassing stories or any of that dumb shit.” 

Despite his gruff words, a hint of relief softens his tense posture. For once, he felt a little less alone among his peers.  

Isagi smiles and punches him playfully on the shoulder. “Sweet. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, yeah?” 

Sae nods and Isagi leaves the locker room, leaving Sae alone with his thoughts for a moment. His mind raced, replaying the unexpected support he’d just received. He slumped onto a bench, running both hands through his hair in exasperation. The weight of keeping secrets, especially regarding Shidou, felt suffocating. “Damn it all,” he muttered under his breath, glaring at his reflection in the mirror above. 

The day passes as usual, with Sae attending classes quietly. He heads to the campus gym around 4 p.m., Adidas sweatpants and a black compression shirt on. He skips greeting the receptionist, airpods already blasting his Spotify workout playlist. 

He warms up on the jump ropes, skipping vigorously with his feet barely touching the ground with each turn. He checks his form in the mirror but it's perfect as always. On the treadmill, Sae pushes himself to maintain a brisk pace, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. The rhythmic sound of his footfalls fill the gym as he focuses on building endurance. Sweat glistens on his forehead and neck, dampening strands of his vibrant magenta hair. His teal eyes remained fixed straight ahead, determined to push past his limits. 

Withdrawing from the treadmill, he moves swiftly to the floor mats. He lowers himself to the ground, beginning a series of crunches. His abdominal muscles flex visibly with each repetition, straining against his tight shirt. The burn in his core builds as he moves though planks and Russian twists. A memory of Shidou’s tan hands trailing down his abdomen flashes through his mind before he shakes it away. He scowls, turning his music up louder than necessary to keep him focused. 

He moves to the leg press machine, loading the weights until they feel challenging but manageable. He presses down, lifting the bar with controlled force, watching his legs extend outward. The burn in his thighs grows steadily stronger with each rep. He keeps going until his muscles are trembling with exertion, never breaking his perfect form as the music batters his eardrums. 

He towels off, satisfied with his work. Gym bag over his shoulder, he leaves, ignoring the receptionist yet again. The fall air feels cool on his overly warm skin as he walks back to his dorm, but he pauses when he sees some of his teammates heading down the path to the gym. He really doesn’t feel like a fucking confrontation right now; even a presumptuous glance in his direction might set him off in his current mood. Scowling, he turns in a different direction to head around back. 

Chatter passes by as the students make their way to the gym behind Sae. He’s not the least bit interested in them but feels a prick of annoyance when he sees girls tagging along with the soccer players. He’d had two relationships with guys in his early college years, but they never lasted long when they realized Sae was actually as cold and indifferent on the inside as he was on the outside. Yet, he definitely missed the days of easy sex. Casual hookups were such a drag. 

The grass crinkles underfoot as he loops behind an older building. It’s dark out now, the sun already having set. Airpods still in his ears, he doesn’t even notice the sound of a second set of  footsteps behind him until it’s too late. 

Sae’s entire body is thrown off balance as his collar is jerked from behind him. He crashes into the grit of the brick wall next to him, wincing as the coarse bricks eat into his cheek. Sliding down, he looks up and can barely make out the face of his attacker. 

A flash of blonde hair with pink tips is all he needs to see before his stomach sinks. 

A foot connects with his stomach and he doubles over, coughing. 

“Hhhng…..Shidou, what the fuck….??” he weakly manages to get out through his teeth.

Shidou leans over, roughly grabbing Sae by his sweaty hair and yanking his head up to eye-level. Sae’s eyes widen in horror as he looks up at his attacker. Shidou’s pink eyes that are usually upturned with amusement are now red and bloodshot, with a crazed look to them. The pain in Sae’s abdomen is nothing compared to the sheer panic and fear coursing through his veins as his mind reels with the possibility that his life might be in real danger. 

He swallows hard, his mouth going dry with fear as he tries to speak. “Shidou….stop….” 

The blonde laughs dryly, pink eyes boring right into Sae. His voice sounds hollow and defeated. “She dumped me. She dumped me, man. Two years, down the drain. Just like that.” 

Sensing the blonde’s vulnerable state, Sae pushes himself up on the brick wall. He needs to compose himself. No need to panic. 

“So what?” he spits out between coughs, regaining some of his usual arrogance. “You think getting dumped gives you the right to beat someone up? Dumb fucker.” 

He tries to break free of Shidou’s grip on him to no avail. The blonde scowls, pressing Sae’s head back into the brick wall, jerking his neck painfully. Before Sae can open his mouth again, Shidou knees him hard in the stomach. The pain is so blinding and foreign and his knees buckle as he slumps to the ground. This was spiraling out of control too fast. It hurts….fuck……

He wants to fight back but his muscles are so sore from the gym that all he can manage to do is curl into a ball to protect his stomach as Shidou stomps on him, over and over. Again. And again. Each brutal stomp sends waves of agony through his abused muscles. His eyes squeeze shut against tears of pain and fear.

“Stop! Shidou, fucking stop! It hurts !” He begs, his voice cracking with desperation as he waits for the onslaught to end. 

Pain rips through his scalp as Shidou drags him up again, forcing Sae to meet his livid bloodshot eyes. 

“The whole campus thinks I’m a fag now! Ya happy, Sae?!” He screams into his face. “All because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants.” 

Sae’s head snaps back as Shidou yanks his hair, a pained gasp escaping his lips. He struggles to meet his attacker’s gaze, his eyes brimming with tears at the depths of Shidou’s rage. “No, man, it’s not like that…I didn’t…” He murmurs, his words cut off by a whimper as Shidou’s fingers tighten in his magenta hair. 

For the first time, Shidou smirks. “And how have you been getting along, Sae? I hope the soccer team has been treating you well,” he mocks. 

Sae’s head was swimming, unsure of what to say. Anything could set the larger man off at this point. “They…haven’t said anything,” he lies. “I’m the star player…rumors about me happen all the time.” 

The blonde’s smirk quickly disappears. “So the only one getting punished is me, then? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

Sae’s teal eyes widen in horror as he realizes the twisted implication behind Shidou’s words. He shakes his head vehemently. “No, man, it’s not like that… I didn’t mean for people to find out. It was just a hookup,” he pleads, his voice choked with emotion as his scalp burns from his hair being yanked. “I’m sorry, really…” Tears sting the edges of his eyes, the pain from his body getting to him.

The blonde devil’s pink eyes narrow at the cowering man.

“You’re crying already? I haven’t even started yet,” he says darkly, working his belt free with his left hand. 

Teal eyes widen in terror as he watches Shidou unfasten his belt, his mind racing with the dark possibilities that await him. It only takes him a second to realize that he needs to get out of here, now . In a final bid of escape, he thrashes as hard as possible. His scalp is on fire and he hears his hair tearing free as he struggles out of Shidou’s grip. Without wasting any time, he worms across the ground, rising to his feet ungracefully and bolting across the grounds. 

He only makes it two strides before a foot plants on his back, toppling him forward again. His chin hits the dirt and he’s so dazed from the sudden shift of balance that he’s too late in reacting when his arms are jerked behind him and wrists bound by the leather belt. 

“Please… no, don’t…” he whimpers, face in the dirty ground.  

“You were begging for my cock last time,” Shidou’s cruel voice taunts from behind him. “What changed, babycakes?” 

Despite his fear, Sae’s face contorts with disgust and outrage. He thrashes against the restraints, his bound wrists chafing. “Don’t call me that!” he snaps, voice sharp with fury. “And you’re delusional if you think I was begging for anything!” 

He can’t see the blonde devil behind him, but he can hear his idiotic chuckle. “That’s right. Don’t puss out on me now. I like it when you’re feisty, Sae-chan.” He leans in close to Sae, shoving his lips into his magenta hair, and pressing his dark promise into his ear. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were the best fuck of my life. Now that my life is ruined, your ass is mine.” 

Humiliation and rage bubble up faster than Sae can comprehend. He bucks wildly, trying to break free from the belt bindings. “Get your filthy hands off me!” he snarls. “You’re insane if you think I’ll ever let you touch me again!” 

The weight on his back suddenly lifts and Sae struggles to bend his neck from the ground to see what’s going on. His weight shifts again as he’s flipped and shoved onto his back, his wrists crushed against the hard ground. 

Warm thighs nestle around his head, making him feel claustrophobic. He sees the faint outline of Shidou’s cock in the darkness of the evening, upside-down above his head before a disgusting cold feeling spreads across Sae’s cheek. 

“Open up, sweetpea,” Shidou says, smearing his precum onto Sae’s tear-stained cheek. He recoils violently, the musk of Shidou’s crotch filling his nose.

Before he can protest, which he fully plans on doing, a tickling sensation crosses his other cheek. He glances over to see a tuft of his magenta hair in Shidou’s tan hand. 

“See this?” the blonde devil murmurs. “A cute souvenir, don’t you think?” Sae’s stomach churns at the sight of his own hair in Shidou’s palm. It was from when he ripped his head away earlier. The hand disappears as Shidou pockets the tufts. 

Another firm grip on Sae’s hair has him whimpering. 

“And if I so much as feel a single tooth, I’m going to yank this -” the hand jerks harshly, “right outta your goddamn head.” 

Fresh tears well in Sae’s teal eyes as he realizes he should just obey the blonde tyrant. The faster he complies, the sooner the torment will end. He arches his head backwards, his hair pressing into the dirty ground. 

Shidou smirks, pressing the tip of his cock against Sae’s lips. With a shudder, he parts his lips, allowing Shidou to force his length inside, the salty-sweet taste of precum coating his tongue as he’s invaded. Not used to taking a cock at this angle, he chokes on the girth, his throat constricting around the thick intrusion.

“Wow, choking already?” Shidou mocks. “You’re not very good at sucking cock for a twink.” 

Teal eyes water as Sae struggles to accommodate Shidou’s girth, his throat burning from the odd angle. He gags, forced to breath in Shidou’s musk through his nose in short, desperate breaths. He can’t move his head, so he surrenders, unhinging his jaw and awaiting the oncoming punishment. 

The blond devil shifts his hips back lower, allowing Sae’s head to arch even more painfully. Warm hands hold Sae’s head, a gesture that would otherwise be comforting, but now serves to make Sae feel even more claustrophobic. It gives Shidou a better angle and he starts thrusting, face-fucking him hard. 

A scream of pain and humiliation is muffled in Sae’s throat as Shidou’s thrusts force his jaws further apart. Drool streams down his cheeks, mingling with his tears as his vision blurs from the brutal pace and angle. Shidou’s heavy balls slap against his nose, and it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever experienced. His hands scrabble at the dirt, seeking purchase as he’s mercilessly impaled.

He chokes when he feels the first spurts of Shidou’s cum shooting down his throat. “Nggh!” Shidou groans without warning, thrusting it deep into Sae’s slackened mouth. “Take it, drink it all you fucking slut.” 

The hot, pulsing release floods his throat. He gags incredibly hard, unable to swallow in this position. When Shidou finally pulls out, the bound man desperately sucks in air, but the cum stuck in his throat comes right back up as he rolls over sputtering and hacking. His body shudders, overwhelmed by the sheer humiliation of being used in such a degrading way. By the time he’s cleared the filth from his mouth, he’s wiping cum and snot from his nose onto his shoulder. 

Shidou crouches down, his pink eyes piercing Sae. A hand reaches out and smears the cum by Sae’s nose, oddly gentle.

“That’s a nice look for you,” he says quietly.

The soccer star has never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He shudders, not meeting his attacker’s gaze. 

He trembles. 

He starts hyperventilating.

“No more,” he manages to stammer out. “Please… I, I’m sorry…” 

“I know,” Shidou says quietly, his expression neutral. “But it’s too late for apologies, Sae. If the whole campus thinks I’m fucking you, then that’s just what I’m going to do.” 

Sae tamps down his harsh breathing. A single tear rolls down his cheek. 

He looks up and the two men stare at each other. There’s no sympathy anywhere to be found. A quiet understanding seems to pass over Sae. The soccer star doesn’t say a word. Just stares blankly into those pink eyes. Pink is his favorite color. But he’s liking it less and less these days. He stares and he stares, until he’s disassociated enough to survive what’s coming next.

“I’m glad you understand,” Shidou says. What an odd thing to say. “On your feet, slut,” he barks out. “You must be so eager for my cock to be inside you again, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” 

It takes all of his effort, rolling onto his side since his wrists are still bound. Without his arms he has to use his mangled core to stand, and winces as he does so. 

He doesn’t even have an ounce of strength left inside, so he feels no joy when Shidou undoes the belt around his wrists. 

“Hands on the wall,” Shidou orders. 

He complies. 

His pants and boxers are removed in one swift tug by the larger man, and Sae keeps his hollow gaze planted firmly on the wall in front of him. He feels Shidou’s member pressing against his backside, grinding and getting harder again. Fingers loop around his cheek. 

“Suck.” 

His swollen lips part obediently as Shidou’s fingers press inside. He sucks gently, his mouth working around the digits. 

As soon as they’re slickened, Shidou pulls his fingers free and brings one to Sae’s entrance, sliding it in quickly. 

A gasp escapes Sae’s lips at the sudden penetration, his inner walls fluttering and twitching as he’s stretched. His body shudders. The quick harsh dilation hurts, but his hips press back, anyway. He’s lost all control, all agency, and his mind is clouded with desire and shame. 

Sae lets out a strangled cry as Shidou’s second finger joins the first, the sudden, brutal incursion stretching him more quickly than he was expecting. He growls at the wall. He should really temper his expectations.  

It hurts...

He’s gasping and whimpering now, his mind reeling from the intensity of pleasure-pain. But he doesn’t protest. No. 

The blonde devil seems to have done some research because he starts curling his fingers right into Sae’s prostate, making the magenta-haired man’s knees tremble. His throat lets out a traitorous moan. 

“Ah, looks like the little slut is getting turned on. He can’t help it with my fingers so far up his ass,” Shidou mocks. 

Hands still planted firmly against the wall, Sae’s body jerks and twitches as Shidou’s fingers curl and stroke his sensitive prostate. Despite the pain and humiliation, his cock twitches to life. 

How could he possibly be getting turned on right now? His mind is a whirlwind of shame and desire, his body betraying him with every throbbing beat of his heart that sends more blood straight to his cock. 

Stop thinking. This is a normal physiological response. Yeah, that’s it. 

Shidou’s fingers are relentless, clearly not just trying to stretch him anymore. They press in, curling, massaging, circling, nnnnggh….

“Jerk yourself off,” Shidou orders quietly. “I want to see how depraved you really are.” 

Without missing a beat, Sae’s hand leaves the brick wall. He wipes the dust off on his exposed thigh before wrapping it around his throbbing erection. A light groan escapes his throat at his first touch, but he quickly gets to work. He’s acutely aware of Shidou’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t slow down. 

Sae’s hips buck and grind against Shidou’s fingers, seeking more of the intense, pleasurable friction as he strokes his aching cock. The shame and degradation are background noise now.

Body trembling, he can feel himself getting close. His breathing comes in short pants.

“If you’re going to cum, better ask for permission first, Sae-chan.” 

Just like that, Sae’s illusion shatters as he’s brought back to reality. 

His body trembles on the edge of release, teetering dangerously close to climax. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting against the urge to beg for permission. 

“I… I won’t…” he gasps out, even as his hips buck involuntarily. 

And just like that, Shidou removes his fingers. A frustrated growl escapes Sae as his hips seek out the lost friction. His body screams for release, denied at that crucial moment. Sweat glistens on his flushed skin as he struggles to regain control. 

He looks at the wall, panting. Shidou’s fingers tease his entrance, the tips sliding up and down. 

“Come on, Sae~ you know you want it,” Shidou says. Sae doesn’t have to turn to know the bastard’s probably wearing a shit-eating grin right now.

The magenta-haired man feels his resolve crumble quickly. His pride was already shattered, anyway. If he’s being raped, might as well cum. Right… ?

“....please,” he pleads, face burning with humiliation. “Put your fingers back in… I need it…” His voice cracks on the last word, fresh tears welling up in his teal eyes.

“Good boy.” 

Fingers plunge back in and Sae’s back arches, his body shuddering and convulsing as he starts stroking himself again with a pathetic whimper. If the blonde devil wasn’t trying before, he’s finger fucking him in earnest now, abusing his prostate like it’s his favorite pastime. It doesn’t take long until he’s worked back up to that precipice, his thighs trembling with the building pleasure. 

Hot cum paints the brick wall as Sae screams his release, his cock pulsing and throbbing in his grip. The orgasm rips through him like a wildfire, consuming him.

Fingers withdrawn, Sae slumps to the ground. He pants heavily, body still rippling with aftershocks. He knows he should feel shame, but his body’s biological response is flooding his brain with that good shit. 

His inner monologue must be too obvious because Shidou barks out a laugh. “You really are a slut, aren’t you? Come ‘ere…” The blonde gets down onto his knees and hoists Sae’s hips back up. 

His mind goes blank for a moment until he feels cold spit on his spread entrance. “W…wait!” He yells. “I just came, I’m not ready!” he pleaded desperately, his body still hypersensitive from his last climax. 

Despite his protests, Shidou presses in anyway, stretching Sae open once more. The new invasion sent fresh waves of pain and unwanted pleasure through his trembling form. 

“Fuuuuck…” the blonde devil groans. “You’re so fucking tight for me, Sae-chan.” 

The spit’s not enough and fuck it hurts. He can feel every inch of Shidou’s length pressing into him, making him lightheaded. His body writhes, trying to escape the merciless intrusion, but Shidou has a firm grip on his hips. 

“Aaaahhh…!” Sae cries out, the pain too much. He’s been able to hold back his cries so far, but this is fucking insanity. 

The cry is muffled as Shidou shoves a dirty shirt into his mouth, pressing it in firmly. “Sorry, sweetpea. I know you’re a screamer but wouldn’t want to get caught again.” The ripping pain makes Sae bite down instinctively on the makeshift gag. 

His body shakes with each brutal thrust as Shidou ruts into him. Fresh tears spill onto the shirt and he can’t decide whether to focus on numbing the pain or trying to zone out entirely. The thrusting slows as Shidou grinds more purposefully, clearly now aware of where the magenta-haired man’s prostate is. A whimper sounds through the gag, turning into a yelp as Shidou gives his ass a good smack.

Sae’s vision blurs with the tears, his mind struggling to process the barrage of intense feelings.

He doesn’t bother resisting the moans that spill from his throat, muffled by the gag. His body instinctively responds to the blonde’s continued thrusts, his inner walls clenching around the invading cock as he’s taken again and again. 

Never one to sit still, Shidou flips the smaller man beneath him onto his back, hooking one of Sae’s flexible legs onto a shoulder and driving into him from the side, angling in deep. Moans and whimpers spill from behind the gag, and Sae’s teal eyes roll back as the intense sensations overwhelm him. He’s completely at Shidou’s mercy, his body a toy, and the thought both terrifies and somewhat thrills him. 

The shirt is ripped from his mouth and tossed carelessly aside as the sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the dark area. Feeling slightly sobered from the action, Sae’s eyes are wild and unfocused as he looks up at Shidou. 

What he sees is strange. 

Shidou, clutching Sae’s leg to his shoulder with both arms, thrusting into him with a stupid open-mouthed grin on his face. The blonde’s eyebrows are knitted in obvious pleasure as he thrusts, over and over. This was supposed to be a punishment, right? Why was the blonde devil enjoying this so much? 

The soccer player feels his own face relax, letting the pleasure wash over him fully now. Fuck it. His body is still being shaken with the force of each brutal thrust, and he reaches a trembling hand down, stroking his cock again.

“You never cease to amaze me, lashes,” Shidou teases. “So fucking naughty.” 

His teal gaze is averted, his face a mask of shame and desire as he touches himself, his hand moving in time with Shidou’s relentless thrusts. He’s lost in the pleasure, in the twisted need that the devil has awakened within him, and he knows that he’ll never be the same again. 

He’s panting now, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he teeters on the edge of another orgasm. 

Shidou’s hips slow down to a tortuous crawl. “If you wanna cum, beg me for it, Sae-chan,” he jeers. “Beg me to fill you up.” 

A desperate, pleading look washes over Sae’s face as he realizes the blonde devil is toying with him once more. He’s so close and the thought of being edged again is too much to bear. The hand wrapped firmly around his cock isn’t enough—he needs more . 

“Please, Shidou…” he gasps out, his words faltering as he chokes back a sob. This is so fucking humiliating. 

“What do you need, baby?” Shidou says in a mocking sing-song voice, still sliding in and out at a slow pace. 

Body aching for release, Sae’s face contorts with agony. He’s never felt so powerless, and being at the mercy of another is such a foreign feeling, both terrifying and exhilarating.

“I need… nngh… I need you to fill me up…” he whimpers, the words barely audible over his ragged breathing. “Make me cum, goddamnit.” 

A stupid tooth-eating grin covers Shidou’s face. “Good enough for me.” 

A pathetic whimper escapes Sae’s mouth when Shidou pulls his cock out completely. Before he can complain, strong hands grip his waist, hoisting him to his feet again. He can barely stand on his weak knees when Shidou loops behind him and wraps his hands underneath his thighs, lifting him into the air spread-eagled. The smaller man yelps as he’s hoisted into the air, his feet dangling above the ground. 

“I’ve gotcha, baby,” Shidou husks into Sae’s ear, his back pressing against Shidou’s broad chest. 

Clearly, being a linebacker enables certain positions because Sae wasn’t exactly light. 

Sae doesn’t have much time to process how much the blonde might bench before his hips are settled onto Shidou’s rigid cock, making his eyes roll back with a pleasant groan. One arm loops around Shidou’s sweaty neck by his head to balance himself while his free hand goes right back to his cock, stroking himself as he’s fucked in the air. 

The new position feels so fucking deep , gravity amplifying the weight pulling Sae’s body down, down down. Strong arms lift up, slamming Sae back down as Shidou’s hips thrust up to meet him. His legs dangle limply as he’s fucked like a ragdoll, but his wanton moans tell Shidou everything the blonde needs to know. 

This position must be hard on the blonde since he can’t move as fast, but the intensity of each thrust is mind-boggling. Sae can feel his orgasm building, the pressure mounting with each deep punishing thrust, and he knows it won’t be long before he’s cumming all over himself, his body surrendering to the dark, shameful pleasure. 

The larger man behind Sae is trembling with exertion but he doesn’t slow down. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunts. “Gonna breed you like the cumslut that you are.” 

That glorious cock starts pumping him faster, and Sae can’t even think about the stupid nonsense spilling from the blonde’s mouth. Sae’s hand grips his cock harder, tugging on it faster to match Shidou’s thrusts. Shidou’s cock grows impossibly hard inside of him, and the new pressure on his prostate quickly has him seeing stars, cumming hot spurts all over his chest and hand. 

His hole clenches down so fucking hard Shidou spills inside of him nearly immediately, the blonde moaning unashamed as he’s swept up in the moment. Sae’s body shudders, his orgasm still ripping through him as Shidou’s hot seed fills his ass. He clenches and spasms, milking his abuser for every last drop as he’s filled to brim. 

It’s probably so fucking deep inside of him. Who knows how long it’ll take to come out. 

Hands let go of his sweaty thighs and Sae tumbles to the ground unceremoniously. 

He lands on the ground with a thud, his body weak and spent from the brutal fucking. He lies there in the dirt, panting and trembling, his ass still twitching with the aftershocks. The warm, sticky cum oozes out of him, pooling on the ground between his thighs as he struggles to see in the dark of the evening. 

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a street lamp lights up somewhere, gently lighting the area. Glancing down at himself, he’s covered in sweat and smeared dirt. There’s cum all over his thighs and purpling black bruises blossom over his left side and abdomen where he’d been stomped earlier. The color drains from his face at the sight of his body, the source of his pride. 

He knows it. He’s broken now. 

Shidou dresses himself before crouching down to where Sae lays, just damaged goods now.

“We’ve still got two semesters left together. I’m looking forward to it, boyfriend ,” Shidou says, saying the last word in the most sarcastic, annoying-as-fuck way as possible. 

The residual pleasure in his body quickly dissipates, leaving nothing but emptiness and despair. He knows he’s trapped, and that he’ll be at Shidou’s mercy until they both graduate, which is far, far too long from now. 

The blonde devil just sticks his hands into his tracksuit pockets and turns around to leave. Just like that. As if he’s something to be used and discarded.

Sae just lays there for a moment, shivering and exposed in the cool fall air. His mind is still processing the utter humiliation he just went through. His pride as a man was ripped from him, eaten and spat out by the fucker known as Shidou Ryusei. 

The crunch of footsteps makes his attention snap back up and Shidou reappears. 

“Oops, almost forgot something,” he murmurs to himself. He takes one of his dirty shoes and places it on Sae’s sore ass, making the smaller man tense again in sudden fear. The blonde spreads his cheek, exposing the red and raw gaping hole with cum still oozing out of it. 

Shidou pulls his phone out and Sae hears the camera shutter sound.

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His pale hands are trembling uncontrollably causing Itoshi Sae to drop his keys at the foot of his dorm door, the sound of the clinking metal echoing all too loudly in the empty hallway. His teal eyes, normally neutral, flare wide with fear as he glances up and down the hallway for the fourth time confirming he is still alone. Swallowing thickly, he crouches and snatches the keys up, unlocking the door swiftly and sliding into the comfortable familiarity of his dorm room. His gym bag drops as he sinks to the floor, sliding down the cold, wooden door.

He clutches his hands trying to wring out the tremors that won’t seem to subside. The reality of what just happened crashes over him like a tidal wave, spreading the tremors to every aching limb. His chest heaves with silent, shuddering breaths as he pulls his knees to his chest, curling into himself. 

A nervous tongue darts out to wet his lips, but all it manages to do is spread the taste of blood in his mouth from when he’d bitten his lip while…

The scene replays like a soccer reel in his head, over and over. Shidou’s cruel smirk, the feeling of being violated, the sound of his own desperate cries. 

He was raped. No dancing around that fact. 

He was raped… right ? He buries his face into his hands, clutching at his magenta hair as he grapples with the thought. Shidou had forced himself onto him, so why did the blonde devil even bother trying to arouse him? Hell, he’d come twice. His cheeks burn with embarrassment as he recalls the intensity of those orgasms, knowing that part of him had enjoyed it. 

No. He can’t think that way. Shidou Ryusei is a fucking monster. 

As Sae shifts uncomfortably on the hard floor, he becomes acutely aware of the cold, wet sensation pressing against his sore and bruised flesh. A revolting chill runs down his spine at the sticky remnants of Shidou’s violation that has now soaked through his sweatpants. His Adam's apple bobs as he fights back a wave of nausea. 

Rising shakily, he opens the door to his right and stumbles into the bathroom. His clothes are quickly peeled off, and against his better judgement, he looks into the mirror. 

The lifeless quality of Sae’s gaze in the reflection mirrors the emptiness that has settled over him. His vibrant teal eyes appear dull and unfocused, clouded with unshed tears. An angry red criss-crossing scratch mars his pale cheek. The dark purpling bruises across his abdomen are numerous and look grotesque against his toned physique. Even his wrists ache as he rubs the bruises on both of them. He’s fucking filthy, covered in dirt smudges and god knows what else.

He gingerly touches the largest bruise on his oblique, wincing at the tender ache beneath his fingertips. 

He turns the shower on, and stands there waiting for a full minute, impatient for the dorm water heater to hurry the fuck up. Steam soon fills the small space and he steps in, letting the hot water cascade over his battered flesh. The warm spray is soothing, easing some of the immediate pain.

A hand runs through his damp magenta locks, but the familiar motion freezes. Fingers knit through his hair until they feel it. Yep, right there. A tiny bald spot greets his fingers. Fresh waves of anguish sweep through his mind as he recalls the pain and the disgusting ripping sound that rattled inside his brain when he had tried to flee. 

Silent tears finally fall. 

And like a dam, the first few drops trickle through, before it violently bursts wide open. His feeble composure shatters entirely. Loud wails of anguish echo off the shower walls as he cries. The shower water clatters, providing some censorship of sound. He slides down to the tub floor, tears and shower water mixing together as his body shakes with violent sobs. 

Unable to stop his racing mind, he allows every memory from the nightmare of the past few hours to flow through his head, engaging every single moment of degradation and pain for what they’re worth. Shidou’s mocking voice, his screams that were muffled, the face fucking, his bound wrists, and, and, and… 

The full brunt of what happened turns him into a hyperventilating mess and he cries, and he cries, and he cries. 

His skin has sponged up completely by the time he’s subsided into a sniffling, whimpering mess. Rising and feeling irritated by the oversaturation, he reaches for the shampoo to finally get around to cleansing himself. His body aches all over, both from physical wounds and emotional exhaustion. 

Now that he’s fresh out of tears, he doesn’t dwell too hard on the amount of dirt he sees go down the drain along with the suds. The familiar scent of bergamot fills the air as the expensive shampoo dissolves, washing away the sweat and grime from earlier. Despite his efforts to remain calm, his breath hitches occasionally when certain movements twist his abdomen, sending sharp pangs of pain throughout his sore body. 

The layers of filth and fluids Sae would rather not think about get peeled away as he scrubs them with a lathered loofah. His mouth opens with a silent gasp as he scrubs his more delicate area, torn between wanting to scrub it out of existence or gently to avoid further aggravation.

Stepping out of the shower, Sae feels a small bit of relief wash over him. The warm water has eased some of his discomfort, though the ache in his body persists. He reaches for a towel, wrapping it loosely around his waist as he moves to dry off. The screen of his phone lights up with an email notification which he ignores, but his glance catches the time. 1:38 a.m. 

Glancing back at the mirror, he promptly decides to skip both morning practice and classes tomorrow. The scratch on his cheek is glaring and he’s nowhere near ready to explain himself to anybody. He opens the medicine cabinet and pops four ibuprofen, washing them down with sink water. 

Sleeping is nearly impossible, the ache in his body making the already shitty dorm mattress even worse. Hours pass until exhaustion finally drags him down. 

—

The crisp fall morning air nips at Sae’s face as he walks onto the field. He’s already on edge, considering that he skipped practice yesterday. A bandage covers his cheek, vaguely concealing his healing wound. His teammates are already warming up, their usual chatter and laughter only serving to grate his fraying nerves further. 

The lingering soreness in his muscles forces Sae to spend extra time stretching. The last thing he needs is a sports injury from pushing himself too hard in this ridiculous state. 

“Morning!” A cheery voice sounds out. Sae’s head glances up from his seated stretch to see Isagi jogging up. “Missed you at practice yesterday,” he says, more so curious than prying.

The bubbly greeting makes Sae tense instinctively. He nods stiffly in acknowledgement, avoiding direct eye contact. “Good morning,” replies curtly, keeping his voice low. “I wasn’t feeling well.” 

Isagi hums, seeming to accept Sae’s response at face value. Keen blue eyes notice the fresh bandage covering part of Sae’s cheek. Isagi’s brow furrows with concern as he asks pointedly, “What happened to your face?” 

At Isagi’s rude tone, Sae’s irritation bubbles up. He shoots the other player a cold glare, his usual arrogance amplified by his defensive state. “It’s none of your business, Isagi,” he snaps sharply, turning away to hide the bandage somewhat. 

An awkward silence falls between the two before another sophomore jogs up to Isagi, grabbing the shorter man’s attention. Isagi turns one last concerned look at Sae before he smiles at Bachira and the pair go off somewhere else. 

Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, Sae retreats to the goal area to practice his shots. He growls in annoyance at how stiff his movements are, but figures the only way to loosen up is to push through. Each kick sends a sharp jolt through his bruised ribs, but his pride as an Itoshi and the school’s star player won’t allow for any mistakes. That bastard took something from him but he would never take this away from him. 

The team divides into a standard 11 v. 11 formation, with the permanent team mixed in with the underclassmen. The sight of unfamiliar players among his own teammates makes him uneasy, heightening his awareness of his current physical limits. Well, not that they were that unfamiliar. But Sae never bothered to remember the underclassmen’s names unless they were particularly interesting like Isagi. 

The midfielder positions himself strategically, ready to intercept any passes that come his way. With overt caution, he plays rather well, and no one seems to pay him any mind. 

His teal eyes dart in multiple directions, and he doesn’t need to be told.

“Man on!” The ball comes flying his way, with several players right on its tail.  

Catching the ball midair with a heel, he deftly maneuvers past a defender with a nutmeg. His adrenaline surges, overriding some of the pain in his body as he lobs it in a perfect arc towards an open player. Otoya is in a perfect blind spot on the pitch, and with just a few deft movements he’s in range, landing the score with a jumping volley. 

Cheers go around while Sae dabs the sweat off his forehead with his jersey. His face remains impassive, giving no hint of the effort that single move took out of him. 

“Itoshi, nice pass!” Otoya shouts, jogging back to his fullback position. Sae watches him go with a flicker of surprise. That asshole was just dragging his name through the mud the other day. The magenta-haired midfielder doesn’t have too long to dwell on it before the whistle is blowing and gameplay resumes. 

As Sae weaves between defenders with his exceptional footwork, he becomes increasingly aware of the increased number of passes being directed his way. Sure, his team knew he was their ace, but this was unusual. With more eyes on him, he focuses on staying cool-headed, trying to regain some of the usual grace of his play. 

The ball lands within his reach once again, and Sae jogs forward, light on his feet like a fawn. A flash of yellow crosses his vision. Bachira was in a tight spot, so Sae jerks the outside of his left foot to put spin on the ball, directing it toward the sophomore in a pinpoint trivela pass. 

Curses rise up around him from the defenders who thought they stood even a sliver of a chance. “Haha, nice one, ace!” Bachira cheers from his catching point. The bumblebee of a striker easily dribbles through the remaining defenders with hyperspeed scissors and goes for the shot, whooping in delight. 

“A trivela pass?” A voice suddenly sounds from behind him. Sae turns to see Isagi, ever his watchful shadow. “Good work, Sae.” 

“If that impresses you so much, then maybe you should practice harder,” Sae says dismissively. He brushes past the blueberry to rejoin the flow of the game, but he can hear the musical laugh of Isagi jogging on his heels. 

As the practice ends, Sae finds himself surprisingly…not anxious. Nobody mentioned the drama from last time, and the unusually warm reception from his teammates on the field has lifted his spirits considerably. 

He lingers near the lockers in the locker room, watching his fellow players chat animatedly and share playful banter. A small part of him wishes he could join in, before he scratches that stupid thought from his mind. 

As he turns to leave, his gaze falls on that familiar mop of blue hair. Isagi raises a hand in farewell, catching Sae off guard once again. He hesitates briefly, unsure how to react to the underclassmen’s seemingly friendly gesture. His fingers twitch at his sides, willing him to return the wave or offer a simple acknowledgement. Yet, his stubborn pride holds him back, forcing him to maintain his composed exterior as he slides his duffel bag over his shoulder. 

He knew the blueberry was friendly, but that was optimistic, at best. 

The door clacks shut as he leaves. Sae starts down the familiar sidewalk from the fields back towards his dorm, hands in his tracksuit pockets. He can’t even listen to music to pass the time anymore since he’d dropped his airpods the other day when he’d…well, he didn’t have them anymore. His lungs fill with air as he sighs. How many classes did he have today again?

“Hey, man!” a voice sounds behind him. Sae turns with furrowed brows. Isagi is jogging up to him with a smile and a hand in the air. 

Startled by his sudden pursuit, Sae reluctantly allows him to catch up. 

“Why are you following me?” Sae says, his voice clipped and guarded. 

“Following you?” Isagi parrots annoyingly. “I dunno where you’re even headed.” He falls in step with Sae as they walk down the large sidewalk. “I’ll probably hit up the cafe before class for lunch. You hungry?” 

Magenta eyebrows rise in surprise at Isagi’s casual invitation. He was pretty hungry after practice, although he usually just took his meals to go, not preferring to eat surrounded by a bunch of loud dimwits in the cafe’s crowded food hall. 

“Sure, I guess,” he mutters, and they branch off, heading in that direction. 

As they walk, Sae maintains a careful distance between them, staying just one step behind. Yet, there is a subtle shift in his demeanor as his earlier apprehension fades. Sae’s nose wrinkles distastefully at the scent of cheap body wash; the stuff they kept in the locker rooms. Yet his eyes seem to linger on the shorter man at his side, drawn to the darker shade of midnight blue at his nape where he’d missed it with the hair dryer.

It’s still early in the afternoon so they seem to have beat the lunch rush, thank god. The duo grab trays and split up, getting separate entrees and sides. Blue Lock always has well-balanced meals for obvious reasons, but the quality of the food is subpar at best. You would think that they would hire actual chefs for the egregious price Sae was paying for his tuition, but that was optimistic thinking. 

Sae takes point in selecting an empty table in a quieter corner. He’s a few bites into his turkey breast when Isagi slides into the booth on the opposite side. The midfielder’s eyebrow arches skeptically when he spots a huge bowl of matcha ice cream on Isagi’s tray next to the otherwise balanced meal. 

“What’s your excuse for indulging in that when you’re supposed to be fueling for practice?” he asks, his tone a mixture of disbelief and mild amusement. 

The blueberry lights up in a smile. He has surprisingly nice teeth. “I always get ice cream on Fridays!” he responds. “Come on, man, live a little.” 

Sae rolls his teal eyes at the casual justification, taking another bite of his food. “Do you eat ice cream on Saturdays and Sundays, too? You’ll never beat your PRs at this rate, stupid Isagi.” 

The sophomore chuckles at Sae’s direct line of questioning. “Nah,” he responds, digging into the ice cream before touching the rest of his lunch. “It’s strictly a Friday thing. Why? Does my weekend diet interest you?” 

Sae scoffs, but his eyes linger on the younger man’s ice cream, mildly irritated. Wait, no. That was jealousy. Matcha was his favorite flavor of kombucha, and it probably made a really good ice cream flavor, too. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath, turning his attention back to his meal. 

They eat in a comfortable silence for a moment. The turkey is so fucking dry and Sae is tempted to complain, but just eats it anyway. 

“How was practice today?” Isagi suddenly pipes up. 

The magenta-haired man pauses eating, looking up. Normally he wouldn’t share details of his performance, but the atmosphere between them had shifted enough to make him consider answering. “It was…adequate,” he says, pushing a piece of broccoli around his plate. “Some of us performed well. Others…not so much.” His teal eyes flicker up to Isagi, gauging his reaction to the loaded statement. 

“Oh, damn, you saw me miss that pass from Bachira?” Isagi says with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, that was embarrassing.” 

Isagi takes a few bites of his chicken. “No, what I meant was how was your practice? You seemed to be playing pretty well today.” 

The subtle compliment catches Sae’s interest. The fact that the blueberry hadn’t noticed he was actually way off his game due to his hidden injuries meant the sophomore still had a lot to learn, though. “I managed fine, as usual,” he responds dryly. “Why? Did someone say something to you about my performance?” He crosses his arms, challenging the younger man. 

Isagi drops his fork. “No, man, I just wanted to make sure the team wasn’t being a jerk to you like last time. That really rubbed me the wrong way, what Otoya said to you on the field.” He sighs, looking directly at Sae without inhibition. “I had a nice long chat with captain Aiku about it. He reprimanded the whole team while you were gone yesterday.” 

It takes a moment for Sae to process Isagi’s words. A warmth settles in his chest from the sheer thoughtfulness of his junior’s actions. His teal eyes cycle through various emotions - confusion, suspicion, and then begrudging appreciation. The fact that Aiku had taken the initiative to address his teammates’ behavior spoke volumes about Isagi’s influence within the team.

Realization dawns on Sae’s face as he connects the dots. The increased support from his teammates during practice today suddenly made sense in light of Isagi’s intervention.

Sae’s deep timbre came out stiff and formal. “Thank you,” he said, his eyes avoiding Isagi’s gaze. His face felt warm. God, he hoped he wasn’t blushing. “Really.” 

The sophomore smiles in response. “Of course. I told ya I would have your back, didn’t I?” 

The memory of those words spoken in confidence stirred something long forgotten in Sae’s chest.

A pinging sound draws Isagi’s attention to a text on his phone. 

“Oh shit, I forgot that I have a study session with Bachira and Kunigami this afternoon. I’m gonna head out,” he says quickly. He stands abruptly, grabbing his tray. “I’ll see you at practice on Monday, Sae.” 

“Alright,” Sae responds, slightly disappointed at having their lunch cut short. He also moves to stand, taking his tray back to the cafe. 

He makes a detour to the restroom and when he returns to their empty table to grab his duffel bag, there’s a bowl with a single scoop of untouched matcha ice cream left on his side. 

—

Shidou paces restlessly in his cramped dorm room, his fingers drumming against a wall. Two weeks since he’d last laid eyes on Itoshi Sae. Two whole fucking weeks! His usual cocky grin is replaced with an angry scowl as he bites a thumbnail. 

“Fuck! Where the hell are you hiding, lashes?” he mutters to the empty room, kicking aside empty energy drink cans littering the floor. He’d taken a line earlier but all it managed to do was exacerbate his aggravation. 

The magenta-haired brat had been too clever, going to the gym at odd times. When Shidou had  asked his fraternity brothers about him, they said they'd never even seen him eat in the cafe. On top of that, he didn’t have his cell or dorm number. They were both seniors but didn’t share a single damn class. He couldn’t just wait around the halls, either, since he had his own classes to attend. 

Shidou sighs angrily through his nose, gripping his unstyled blonde hair. Okay, yeah. He’s a little off his rocker right now. But that punk has completely ruined his fucking college life. He’s become the laughing stock of Greek life at Blue Lock and Sae is going to pay for it. 

Well, he already paid for it. 

Shidou shivers slightly at the memory, remembering the bliss that was Sae’s undoing. He white-knuckles the desk at his side, ignoring the stirring in his pants.

It doesn’t matter. Sae isn’t his—not yet anyway. 

Not until the slut admitted it. Of his own free will. 

That thought strikes an odd cord within the blonde. He mulls it over in his head a few times, contemplating it. He taps his head, physically committing it to his frontal lobe. 

He needs a plan. Itoshi Sae, the star soccer player of Blue Lock, is a total knockout. It only took fucking the guy twice to make Shidou realize he doesn’t give a rats ass what gender he is anymore. The way his magenta hair gets mussed up with sweat, the hard juncture where his flat abdomen meets his hip dips, the sight of his pretty teal eyes rolling back as not-so girly moans rumble from his throat—shit, he was getting hard again. The blonde cracks his neck to the left to refocus. He couldn’t just barge in on his life again or the magenta-haired man might actually drop out of college and bolt. 

Fucking lashes silly was one option. Hmm. A few different approaches go through Shidou’s mind, although he can’t seem to settle on any one plan. If anything, he knew he would have to tread carefully. 

First obstacle - which goddamn dorm does he live in?!

He paces his room a few more times, only riling himself up further. Finally fed up, Shidou storms downstairs to the dorm receptionist. The soccer player likely lives somewhere in this two-story dorm, and he would start banging on every single fucking door if he had to. His heart races as he bursts into the common area, pink eyes blazing. He spots the receptionist and marches right up to her. 

“Alright listen, lady . I need the address of Itoshi Sae’s dorm room. Now,” he demands with a gruff tone, looming over her. 

The female student swallows hard as she meets Shidou’s intense gaze. “I-I’m afraid I can’t disclose student information, sir. That would be against policy.” 

Shidou’s eyes narrow dangerously at her response. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Actually, no wait- I’ve got this killer idea for a group project,” he says, switching gears a little manically. “But I need Sae’s input, ya know? So pretty please, give me the info?” He leans forward, elbows on the desk.

“I said no, sir. There’s nothing we can do,” the receptionist responds evenly. 

A loud bang erupts in the common area as Shidou slams his hand angrily on the desk. “Fucking fine then, gee thanks for the help.” He backs off, growling and pocketing his hands. Without another word to the bitch, he goes to one of the chairs in the common room in the back and plops down grumpily. 

Arms crossed, he sits there slumped down for a while. It’s still early in the evening, so he decides to just plant his ass there and cross his fingers. If the soccer player lives in this dorm, he would have to leave to get dinner, at the very least. 

He spends the next few hours watching a college football game on his phone, one earbud in his right ear and a half-empty Monster can dangling from his fingers. Every time the front door slides open, his pink eyes flicker up before returning to the screen.

The blonde almost jumps out of his skin when he sees that familiar face duck from the first-floor hallway to the front door, oblivious to the presence behind him. For once, Shidou holds his tongue, resisting the urge to shout or rush after him. His instincts scream at him to move, but he stays perfectly still, gripping the armrest tightly.

“Fucking finally,” he mutters quietly. 

When Sae returns with his takeout from the cafe fifteen minutes later, he glances at the empty common room before turning down the first-floor hall to head back. The receptionist watches with a frown as a shadow follows his prey back down the hall. 

—

In the dim light of his dorm room, Sae sits cross-legged on his bed, eating curry udon while watching an old noir film on his small television. It’s a crime flick from his favorite director, Martin Scorsese. The udon is surprisingly spicy, but Sae doesn’t mind it. Hearty meals are his favorite, especially with the amount of training he keeps up. 

Setting the empty bowl aside, he sighs and leans back on his bed. He knows he’ll have to cut the movie short to work on some assignments before bed, but the thought of leaving the movie unfinished unnerves him. Yet, not getting a full night of sleep was simply not an option. His physical well-being as an athlete came above everything else. 

Cars screeching and the sound of guns firing from the television are suddenly overshadowed by a series of knocks on his dorm door. 

Tap taptaptap . 

Brows furrowed, he pauses the movie. It’s probably just their dorm RA Kuon, and he approaches the door swiftly, settling his hand on the locked doorknob. For some reason, he pauses. 

He’s silent. 

A long moment passes.

A quiet voice comes from behind the door. 

“Sae-chan, I know you’re there. ” 

Sae’s blood runs cold. The blonde devil was out there. Just on the other side of the door he was clutching onto. He’s frozen in place, body rigid with fear despite the locked door between them. 

He doesn’t say a word. Maybe he can feign not being here. 

“Sae,” the voice repeats, a little louder. 

Again, he doesn’t respond. His hand is clamming up on the doorknob but he stays still, like a deer caught in headlights. 

A loud bang suddenly slams against the door, jolting Sae out of his paralysis. He lets go of the doorknob in surprise. 

Yet the voice outside is quiet again. Pleading, almost. “Sae. Open up. Pretty please?” 

The idea of opening the door is a cruel joke. “Fuck off, Shidou,” he says loud enough to be heard on the other side. 

There’s another tense silence.

“Let’s make a deal, lashes,” the voice says evenly. “I’ll give you your airpods back if you give me your number. Found ‘em on the ground behind that building we cozied up at.” 

Sae’s jaw clenches at the audacious proposition. He really fucking needs those back since going to the gym without his music is actual torture. His wallet is a little dry since the semester just started, with textbooks and athletic department fees eating right through it, so he can’t afford another pair just yet. 

“Give them back, shit-for-brains,” Sae spits out. “Under the door. Now.” 

A stupid chuckle is heard through the door. “No can do, sweetpea. Gimme yer number first.” 

Sae growls under his breath, weighing his options. He could give the blond devil his number and just block him later. With a resigned sigh, he agrees. The soccer player speaks his cell number through the door and a moment later, his phone pings. 

Sae stands at the door, not bothering with his phone. 

“Give me my fucking earbuds back, Shidou,” he gripes. 

“Open the message,” the voice on the other side of the door responds, just as quickly. “I ain’t giving them back till I see ‘read.’” 

813-522-8935 (unknown number)

thx babycakes

The two airpods are shoved underneath the locked door, which Sae swiftly picks up. 

“Make sure you read every message I send you,” the blonde devil says, still within earshot. 

“Sure, whatever,” Sae says curtly. It doesn’t matter, he’s just going to block him, anyway. 

“Oh, one more thing,” Shidou says. God, when he is going to leave? “I’ve got a present for you, Sae-chan.” 

“What the hell are you on about, now?” he responds in a clipped tone. The cellphone in Sae’s hand chirps with another text. He opens it without thinking and feels the color drain from his face. 

813-522-8935 (unknown number)

Image message (press to download)

Right in front of his eyes, is the damning evidence from that night. His half-naked self looking back at the camera with nothing but fear as a foot spreads his cheek out, exposing his ravaged hole. 

Gagging is his body’s first response to the photo. Then his knees buckle beneath him, one hand shooting out to the door to steady him as he stares at the horrific scene before him. The locked door between the two of them is basically a joke now, with nothing left to protect him from the blonde devil. His mind can’t keep up with the shame, fear, and rage stirring within. 

“Delete it,” he chokes out, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Delete it?” Shidou parrots. “I already got that shit framed on my wall.” 

The mocking response only makes Sae more revulsed. 

“Don’t worry, lashes,” the voice continues. “I don’t actually want to share it with anyone. Just make sure you read my messages and don’t block me, mmkay?” The threat hangs in the air for a moment before Shidou’s voice drops to a dark timbre. “Otherwise I’ll have to share it with your adoring fans. Kunigami’s a new pledge in my frat so getting the soccer team’s whatsapp from his friend was easy enough.” 

Sae’s stomach churns at the revelation. If he didn’t before, Shidou Ryusei has complete power over him now. 

“Fine,” he says defeatedly. “I’ll read your damn messages. Just…don’t show that to anyone.” 

There’s another pause. 

“Good night, Sae-chan,” the shadow says. “Sleep tight.” 

The sound of retreating footsteps in the hallway makes Sae’s body sag in sudden relief. He snaps the phone up to his face, promptly deleting the image message. 

—

Two weeks later, Sae feels like he’s living in a bubble. 

Constant tension and anxiety eat away at him. Now that the blonde devil knows which dorm he lives in, it's just a matter of time before he’s jumped again. He’s amazed it hasn’t happened yet, to be honest. 

Everytime he leaves his dorm, he’s looking over his shoulder. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, morning practice, classes, afternoon workouts, he’s checking his six. 

The constant stream of nonsensical text messages only makes things worse. 

He’s blasting $uicideboy$ on his airpods, already up to a sprint on the treadmill. The dark rap seems to fuel his pissy mood to push himself further, sweat breaking on his forehead. ♪ My ribs are nothing but an empty cage - black hole in my chest - big bang - 

A ping interrupts the song. Sae hurriedly slows the sprint of the treadmill to a crawl as he glances at his phone, gulping in oxygen.

Douchecanoe

lashes how tf do u use pythagorean identities. ion get it

Sae’s frustration peaks at the stupid fucking message. He hasn’t responded to a single text since he foolishly handed his number out but keeps reading them, not wanting to piss off the blonde. 

Douchecanoe

have u taken trig yet?

-

hellooooo

-

help me out, sae-chan 🥺

-

i’ll fuck u at a 90 degree angle next time, sae-chan

He turns off the notification sound but leaves the screen on as more idiotic messages bubble in. He doesn’t have to actually read the messages this way, and he speeds up his pace on the treadmill, drowning himself in the music again. 

Practice the next morning goes over smoothly as Sae falls into his routine. He takes more pride than usual in tormenting the underclassmen for their shitty plays. Letting him offload some steam while critiquing the learning players is a win-win, honestly.

A freshman dribbles by him, stumbling while attempting a simple pass. “Watch your feet!” he shouts, gesturing to the kid. “If you can’t control the ball, get the hell off the field!”

Throughout practice, his sharp tongue and critical gaze keeps everyone on edge. They scramble to correct their errors under his intense scrutiny, wary of his temper.  

 Captain Aiku doesn’t even chide him, chuckling at the senior’s corrections. 

True to his reputation, the midfielder executes perfect passes and feints all throughout practice. Supporting his play style is the blueberry, always on his heels. He never favors one teammate over another when it comes to active play, since his only focus is selecting the best possible striker to pass to for goal-scoring. Yet, Isagi was doing a good job of making himself useful, with a good knack for putting himself into blind spots and creating openings. The steadily growing synergy between his counter-dribbling and Isagi’s spatial awareness combine seamlessly, leaving the rest of the team struggling to keep up. Their dynamic was improving with every practice, though he’d never admit it openly.

“Great goal, Isagi!” Bachira says, jumping playfully onto the blue-haired man’s shoulders. “That was a sick direct shot!” 

The striker chuckles, shrugging his friend off. Sae stands nearby as the two sophomores banter with each other, observing nonchalantly. As Isagi moves to wipe the sweat from his brow with his jersey, a glimpse of his olive-colored toned abdomen is exposed. The midfielder finds himself momentarily distracted, his teal eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. 

Isagi’s eyes are right on Sae when the jersey slips back into place and he quickly looks away, face heating traitorously. 

“Tch. What are you looking at?” Sae deflects, eyes anywhere but him. Without waiting for a response, he jogs off, eager to resume practice. 

As practice concludes, Sae is shutting his locker when a familiar voice rings out behind him. 

“Hey, man! Wanna grab lunch?” 

His head turns to see Isagi, already having showered and changed. With a resigned sigh, he finishes buttoning his shirt. “Fine, whatever. But let’s make it quick, I have a class this afternoon.” The blueberry grins in acknowledgement. 

As they walk down the sidewalk to the cafe, Sae remains one step behind Isagi. His eyes catch the damp strands at the nape of the sophomore’s neck, and for some reason, he feels the need to comment on it. 

“Looks like you missed a spot with the hairdryer, brat,” he teases, leaning forward slightly.

Dark blue eyes swivel onto him. “Huh?? Where?” 

“Right here, genius,” the magenta-haired man responds, tracing his soft fingers along Isagi’s hairline. The brief contact sets his pulse racing, but he makes a point not to show it. 

The shorter man freezes at the sudden touch, and they both stop walking. Seeing a scarlet flush creep onto Isagi’s cheeks, Sae quickly pulls his hand back. He wasn’t expecting Isagi to respond that way, and it sent a confusing mix of satisfaction and panic through him. 

Isagi chuckles and glances away, placing a hand on the damp spot at the back of his neck. “Oops, thanks Sae. Can’t see the back of my head so I must’ve missed it.” 

Quickly reverting the tense atmosphere back to a casual one, Sae pockets his damp hand. “You missed it last time, too. Stupid Isagi.” 

The blueberry is still a little flushed but he laughs at the jab. 

They continue on to the cafe, grabbing their food quickly. Spotting Isagi sitting at a table with an orange-haired guy, he hesitates for a moment. He didn’t realize the lunch invitation would include having to socialize with normies. The blueberry waves him over and he sighs, knowing that he can’t just leave now. Isagi scoots down the booth, allowing him some room to sit. 

“This is Kunigami,” Isagi introduces. “He’s on the football team but we’ve been friends since we met at an icebreaker last year.” 

“Suup,” the newcomer drawls. 

“.....hi,” Sae responds flatly. He doesn’t feel the need to introduce himself. 

There’s an awkward pause before Isagi chips in. “And this is Itoshi Sae,” he tags on quickly. 

Kunigami’s auburn eyes light up at the name. “Oh, damn. The Itoshi Sae?” He looks at Sae with newfound interest. “Nice to meet cha, man! I’ve heard a lot about Blue Lock’s star soccer player.”

A flicker of annoyance crosses Sae’s aloof features at being singled out. “Yeah, yeah,” he says, taking a bite of his lunch. “Don’t expect any autographs,” he snaps. 

The orange-haired man looks at him quizzically. 

Isagi just laughs at Sae’s jab. “Just ignore him,” he says. “This guy thinks he’s better than everyone else,” he explains to Kunigami as if Sae wasn’t sitting right there.   

That earns a scoff from Sae as he chews his food, glancing away. “Course I am. Better than all these extras,” he says, gesturing with his fork to the rest of the bustling cafe. 

The football player laughs at the remark, and the table settles into comfortable banter. A strange warmth blooms in his chest when he realizes how at ease he is around Isagi, chipping into the conversation when he would normally be quiet. Sharing jokes and playful insults with these two was completely foreign territory for him, yet it felt so natural. 

The magenta-haired man rises to get a second helping of mushroom risotto, passing over the french fries. Upon returning he frowns, seeing his own phone in Isagi’s hand. A wave of anxiety washes over him, knowing that he left the screen unlocked. 

“What are you doing?” he demands sharply.

The unfriendly tone in Sae’s voice makes Isagi’s head snap up. “Uhh, sorry man, I didn’t mean to pry. But your phone was unlocked and…who the heck is douchecanoe?”

The innocent inquiry has Sae immediately on edge. 

“It doesn’t matter. Give me my phone back, Isagi,” he snaps defensively. 

Just as Isagi is reaching forward, the phone pings again. All three heads swivel to the face-up screen sitting on the table. 

An image message pops up. It’s a nude from Shidou of him holding his cock right in front of the camera, his face in the background winking with a tongue out. 

“Bro!!” Kunigami snaps the phone up, laughing hysterically. “That’s Shidou Ryusei, he’s in my  frat!” 

Frantic and enraged, Sae lunges forward, grabbing it out of Kunigami’s grasp. “Give me that!” 

Kunigami is still laughing. “Ohhh my God. Honestly, that tracks for Shidou. He’s fucking wild, man.” The orange-haired man seems to put the puzzle pieces together and asks in a hushed tone, “so, like, does that mean the rumors are true, then?” 

The question hits Sae like a punch to the gut. He’s momentarily speechless, shock and disgust probably written all over his face. 

The football player yelps as Isagi stomps on his friend’s foot under the table. Both men glare at Kunigami, who looks sheepishly apologetic.

“Look, just drop it, alright?” Sae says. “This whole thing is embarrassing enough as it is.” He runs a hand through his magenta hair, clearly exasperated. 

“Just block him,” Isagi says casually, throwing his hands on top of his head. “Unless you guys are dating or something. Sending nudes like that is kinda gross.” 

The idea of dating Ryusei Shidou makes Sae almost choke on his own spit. He shoots the blueberry an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? There’s nothing going on between us. Not now, and not ever,” he says firmly.

Isagi tilts his head, studying the magenta-haired man for a moment. 

“Can I borrow your phone? I don’t think you have my number yet,” he says suddenly. 

The senior stares back for a moment. He doesn’t hand out his number to most people but Isagi has proved himself a good friend thus far. “I guess,” he says reluctantly, handing his phone over.

Blue eyes dart around and Sae feels anxiety in his gut as he watches Isagi’s thumb scrolling a few times. He doesn’t say a word, waiting for him to finish. Isagi breathes out through his nose in acknowledgement of something before handing the phone back. 

“I can see that Shidou’s been blowing up your phone. I went ahead and blocked him.” 

The tense silence that settles over the table is harrowing. 

Sae swallows thickly as panic floods his body. He can’t explain to the blueberry why that’s the opposite thing that he wanted him to do, so he just takes the phone back and pockets it quickly. Protests die in his throat before they even form. 

“....thanks,” Sae mutters quietly. “But don’t touch my phone again, shitty Isagi.” 

Palms clamming up is the first feeling Sae has as the guys walk back to their dorms, branching off in separate directions. As soon as Isagi and that idiot football player are out of sight, he whips his phone out, confirming that ‘Douchecanoe’ has indeed been blocked. His pulse races and he opens his Whatsapp. The ace never posted in the soccer team’s group chat, and didn’t even have notifications turned on. A trembling thumb presses the contact list, and sure enough, ‘Ryubaby’ is on there. Why the fuck did Kunigami let someone into their group chat that wasn’t even on the soccer team?!

Teal eyes scan the app over and over. It’s all bullshit posts, mostly from the freshman. 

Then again, Shidou probably doesn’t realize he’s been blocked just yet. But it’s only a matter of time. 

His eyes stay glued to the phone screen as he walks hurriedly back to his dorm. 

It dawns on him that he could just unblock the blonde devil. Then again, what were the odds that Shidou would make good on his threat? He vaguely remembers Shidou saying that he didn’t want to share the damning photo. If he was bluffing about the threat, then he should keep him blocked. It would certainly make his life easier. Waves of uncertainty wash over him as he hurries back to his dorm. 

The magenta-haired man spends the evening working on his school assignments, but the soccer team’s whatsapp stays open all night, phone plugged into the charger so that it doesn’t die from constant use. 

He barely sleeps that night. 

—

Sae Itoshi goes through his regular routine the following day. Morning practice, lunch in his dorm, class, and then a shorter workout in the late afternoon. 

In the evening, he hears it. 

Tap taptaptap . 

Radio silence. 

“Sae-chan, open the door~ ”

Trembling legs carry him to his dorm door. 

“What do you want, Shidou,” he says, his voice betraying his fear. 

“Open up, sweetpea. Let’s have a little chat .” 

Sae swallows his nerves. “And if I say no?” 

“Oh, come on now,” Shidou’s voice rings out from the other side. “Don’t play games. You know what’ll happen if you disobey me.” It drips with a dark promise. 

Slowly, Sae reaches for the handle. As soon as it turns a quarter turn and the lock audibly clicks, the handle is pushed fully from the opposite side. Sae is shoved backwards as the door swings wide and slams shut. 

The push sends the magenta-haired man to the ground and he looks up, bracing himself for the worst.

 Shidou’s blonde lashes and black eyeliner only make his pink eyes seem to pierce him harder. 

“I warned you not to block me, Sae,” the blonde says, not at all pleased. 

Those words send a chill down Sae’s spine. He scrambles to his feet. Holding his hands in front of him, Sae balls them into fists. He’s not going down easy this time. Fuck that. 

“Fuck you,” Sae spits out. “Had to block you after seeing your nasty fucking dick again. Get the hell out of my room before I call the RA,” he says. It’s a little off-truth but it gets the memo across. 

The blonde’s slight frown turns up at the corners. He takes a step forward. “How pathetic. You actually think you can stand up to me?” Those pink eyes seem to glitter at the prospect. “Go ahead and try it, sweetpea.” 

Go. 

Sae swings wildly at Shidou, attempting to catch him off guard, but Shidou easily dodges the assault.  In one fluid motion, he grabs Sae’s wrist mid-air and slams the boy face-first into the wall beside them. The impact knocks the wind out of him, leaving him dazed. 

A moment passes as Sae catches his breath. He realizes Shidou is staring down at him… just fucking waiting around. 

The magenta-haired man lunges upwards and wraps his arms around Shidou’s torso, pulling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. They crash to the floor with a loud thud, Sae’s momentum driving most of the impact into Shidou’s back. 

The two athletes grapple furiously on the floor, rolling and twisting. Sae’s face is warped in fury while Shidou’s is twisted in sick delight. They shift about several times before Shidou’s bulk wraps around Sae’s smaller frame from behind.

“Ngh…! Let go!” Sae shrieks. 

Shidou grunts with exertion, using all of his strength to subdue the ace of the soccer team with his arms and legs. The smaller man thrashes in his grip. “No can do,” he says, worming his way to Sae’s full back. In a practiced movement, he wraps a huge bicep around his neck in a firm chokehold. The smaller man thrashes wildly in an attempt to get out of it, but Shidou loops his strong legs around him, too. 

A second arm loops on Sae’s head, solidifying the chokehold in a two-arm press. His adrenaline quickly turns to panic as he realizes Shidou is choking him for real . 

“Let’s get you nice and calm, yeah?” Shidou says over the choking sounds inside his arms. Desperate and terrified, Sae bucks his torso, flailing. Nails scratch Shidou hard enough to draw lines of blood but the blonde doesn’t relent. There’s no possibility of screaming or crying out for help with his windpipe completely crushed. The struggle grows weaker as darkness creeps across the edges of Sae’s vision. 

“Nighty-night, Sae-chan.” 

—

Itoshi Sae’s body jolts back to consciousness, bloodshot eyes darting around frantically. Only a few seconds could have passed since he was knocked out. 

The first thing he hears is a jingle as his wrists move. Glancing up, he sees he’s restrained to his own bed’s headboard with a pair of handcuffs. The metal bites painfully into his wrists, clinking loudly. Shit…how long was he out?!

His eyes dart around the room. It’s silent and empty. 

The glass balcony door slides open, and Shidou struts in, a half-burned cigarette between his lips. The evening light is fragile, making the flickering ember cast eerie shadows across the blonde devil’s features. He ashes it onto Sae’s dorm carpet before settling at the foot of the bed cross-legged. 

Shidou takes a long drag on the cigarette, exhaling the acrid smoke in Sae’s direction. 

“Will you behave for me this time, lashes?” 

Sae doesn’t respond. The blonde devils just sighs. He stubs the cigarette out on the windowsill before climbing onto the bed, working Sae’s belt loose. 

Sae’s body goes rigid. He doesn’t know if he should plead for mercy or cuss the blonde devil out. Both options seem foolish now. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he weighs his limited options. 

“Why are you doing this,” he asks emphatically as his pants and boxers are swiftly removed. 

“Well I wasn’t planning on fucking ya,” Shidou admits, tossing the clothing aside. “But you got me all worked up rolling around on the carpet earlier,” he says with a grin.

Sae’s stomach churns with revulsion. His arms shift uncomfortably, making the cuffs bite harder into his wrists. Clutching his open hands into balls, Sae takes several deep breaths with his eyes closed. He’s done this before, he can endure it again. Yeah.

Teal eyes open slowly to see Shidou grinning down at him. “Done with your little pow wow? Where’s the lube at?” 

He nods gruffly to his bedside table. “Drawer…bottom right.” His words hang heavy in the air, laden with resignation. The blonde devil scrambles over to it, opening a drawer and rummaging around.  

Returning to his victim, Shidou looms over Sae’s vulnerable form. 

Again, Sae is unhappy with the blonde devil’s actions. Because the first thing that he does is kiss him. His teeth clench shut, refusing to participate. 

After a moment, Shidou pulls back slightly, one hand gripping Sae’s jaw. “Open up,” he demands, thumb pressing into Sae’s lower lip. Despite his reluctance, his mouth slowly opens under Shidou’s insistent pressure. 

The kiss resumes with a hot tongue making its way into Sae’s mouth. It tastes of bitter nicotine and makes Sae want to gag. Hands roam over Sae’s body, pushing his shirt up and bunching it on his chest. The lewd hum of Shidou’s moan fills his mouth, reverberating through his teeth and setting the soccer star on edge. 

Shidou broke away suddenly, both hands now occupied groping Sae’s body. “So soft,” he purrs, calloused fingertips tracing patterns into quivering flesh. “You look so pretty tied up like this, Sae-chan,” he coos. 

The smaller man turns his head away, eyes screwed shut in shame. “Hurry up and get this over with, you horny devil.” 

The fingertips leave his chest, making Sae’s eyes blink open. “My, aren’t you eager tonight.” A warm hand rests on Sae’s flaccid cock, making him jump slightly. He strokes it tenderly. “That’s alright. Neither of us have gotten laid since two weeks ago, yeah?” 

A jolt of unwanted pleasure shoots through his body, but he bites back the pathetic sounds already clawing at his throat. 

The larger figure leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Sae’s bruised neckline as he keeps stroking slowly. The flesh there is so tender from being choked earlier, and a reluctant moan slips from Sae’s lips as Shidou’s kisses turn feral, nipping and licking at the pretty ring of purple.

By the time Shidou has traced his sharp teeth to his nipples, Sae’s fully hard in that warm, firm grip. The slow strokes switch to long pulls on his cock, twisting near the head. Ngh… .

Shudders rock his body as Shidou’s mouth pops off his abused nipple. The other settles down between Sae’s legs, hand still on his cock.

“I didn’t get a real good look last time…” the devil murmurs more so to himself. Those pink eyes narrow with intense focus on Sae’s cock, making him squirm under the unexpected scrutiny. The warm hand glides up and down, dragging his foreskin with slight squelching sounds. The engorged head peeks out with each downward pull. Shidou holds it down for a moment, reaching up with his other hand to smear the bead of liquid forming. Sae’s face burns with humiliation, wishing desperately to disappear.

“Ahh…” Sae breathes out, unable to stop himself. “I…it’s sensitive,” he admits grudgingly. “Be careful, dimwit.” 

Those pink eyes finally flit up to Sae’s flushed expression. He smiles at the candid admission. “That so? Let’s see just how sensitive you are, Sae-chan~” The grip on his cock tightens suddenly, stroking him in earnest. Shidou’s other thumb rubs at his cockhead, eliciting a series of involuntary gasps and moans from the bound man. 

Shidou’s hand is so fucking snug and Sae is winding up far too quickly. “Sh…shit!” 

“That’s it,” the blonde devil encourages. “Let go. I wanna see you cum on my hand, my slutty little Sae.” The strokes grow longer, harder. The thumb pressing into his cherry red cockhead is making him fucking delirious.

His core tightens as the pleasure builds to a blinding peak. Pain rips into his arms as his wrists are bitten by the cuffs, but his whole body is clenching. With a hoarse cry, he cums hard, his release coating both of Shidou’s hands.  His entire body convulses with the intensity of his orgasm, muscles spasming. 

“Fuck, that was hot,” Shidou murmurs, bringing a thumb of white up to his lips for a taste. The rest of the sticky mess gets wiped all over Sae’s clean comforter. 

A moment later, Sae’s thighs are eagerly spread apart as Shidou nestles in deeper. He wants to resist but his body is so pliant from that glorious orgasm that he doesn’t even give a shit anymore. 

A strangled whimper escapes his throat as Shidou slides in a slick finger. His inner walls clench reflexively around the intrusion, but his body instinctively tenses again. Shidou works the digit in shallow circles, preparing Sae for what’s to come. “Relax,” he says. “I ain’t actually trying to hurt ya this time.” 

It doesn’t take long before that finger is knuckle deep, making Sae’s breath hitch. True to his word, Shidou opens him up slowly, pink eyes glued to his work. 

A warm hand on his pelvis provides a counterpoint as a second finger silently seeks entry. Even though Sae’s expecting it, he’d forgotten just how fat Shidou’s fingers were until his toes are curling from the stretch. 

“Too much?” the blonde devil says with a smirk. “Nahh, you’re getting it.” 

A bitter seed inside Sae wishes his abuser was actually bad at this part so it would be easier hating his rapist. Those conflicted thoughts are abruptly silenced by his own involuntary moan as Shidou stimulates his weak spot deliberately. No matter how hard he tries, his hips betray him, rocking slightly against Shidou’s skilled fingers. 

They pump into him, slowly picking up speed. The football player doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, happily nestled between Sae’s thighs as he works away. Much like his puckering prostate portal, Sae’s teal eyes take in the strange scene unfolding before him. Shidou’s tan biceps have angry red scratches and dried blood in a few spots from their earlier confrontation, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Those pink eyes are completely dialed in on the hole that’s currently gobbling up fingers like it’s some sick show just for him. His bound body jostles with each movement, and the blonde devil doesn’t stop until Sae’s spent cock starts showing signs of life again. 

Those stupidly fat fingers shove all the way in to Shidou’s knuckles and drag torturously down the sensitive roof of his channel before pulling free, leaving Sae fidgeting with the sudden empty feeling. He watches impatiently as Shidou lubes his cock up. Thankfully, the blonde devil wasn’t teasing him this time with dumbass remarks as he lines up and presses in. 

Warm hands hold his thighs apart as Shidou enters him, his blonde brows knitted in concentration. A drawn out groan escapes Sae’s throat at the hardness filling him. He wants to resist, but Shidou’s usual teasing is oddly absent. 

“Ooooh, lashes you feel so warm and gummy inside,” the blonde idiot retorts. 

“Shut it.” 

Hngh! Shidou bottoms out in one fluid motion with a triumphant smirk, holding himself buried to the hilt. His hips pull back before he starts a steady pace, bucking into Sae’s bound body. 

Warm pleasure seeps into every one of Sae’s limbs as Shidou fucks him, making the bed squeak underneath. This isn’t anything like last time. His jaw is slack, lips parted as groans keep spilling from this throat. There’s a slight burn in his triceps from his bound arms, but it melts into the background as Shidou’s thick cock worms its way into his brain. 

His eyes flutter closed as he focuses on the sensation of being fucked raw. Nnngh… 

A moment later he hears a camera shutter sound and they snap open, tensing at the sight of Shidou’s phone in his hand. When the fuck-?!

Fear surges through Sae at the realization that Shidou has taken yet another compromising picture of him. Just a moment ago he’d been so caught up in the sex that he’d forgotten it was a monster on the other end.

“Shit, Sae, you're gonna cut my dick off if you clamp down that hard.” 

“Delete that right now, fuckface!” 

Shidou keeps a firm grip on one of Sae’s muscular thighs as he keeps moving his hips, now a half-hearted grind. He’s not even looking at Sae, just staring at his illuminated phone screen while his tongue scratches against his top teeth. 

Pissed at being ignored, the soccer player moves to strike with his free leg. His hip tendons are extremely flexible despite his bulk and he folds his foot in, angling his heel for Shidou’s hand and sending the phone flying across the room. It cracks loudly against the opposite wall, leaving the football player stunned for a moment. 

Pink eyes look down at him, his now-empty hand just suspended in the air. Sae’s chest heaves with frustration. 

That sadistic grin returns to the blonde devil’s face. 

“I was tryna be nice to you this time around, Sae-chan, but it looks like you want to be punished.” 

Renewed anxiety surges in Sae’s chest as Shidou withdraws his cock. Tan hands grab his hips with bruising force, flipping the magenta-haired man onto his stomach before lifting his hips into a kneeling position. The cuffs bite so much harder into his wrists this way and he shuffles his knees forward to ease some of the pinching. 

The bed creaks as weight shifts, and Sae glances over his shoulder to see Shidou picking his phone up off the floor. 

“Fucking hell, Sae. Whole screen’s cracked.” He sets the device on the bedside table before returning to his prey. “Just what am I going to do with you~?” He says, sounding strangely calm. The lack of anger in his voice is almost more scary to Sae, who now crouches, trembling on his knees and unable to move.

“Brace yourself.” 

Before Sae can decipher his meaning, a hard elbow connects with the right side of his lower back. The force of the blow makes one of his knees slip out, and his weight shifts right back to his raw wrists. A choked cry escapes as pain shoots across his back. His knee quickly finds its place again despite the tremors now coursing through him.

A resounding smack echoes in the small dorm as Shidou’s palm connects with Sae’s ass, hard . 

“AH!” The stinging blow sends another sharp jolt of pain through him, leaving a vivid handprint blooming on his pale skin. He shuffles his knees forward more, trying to gain even a single inch as if he could escape his punishment. 

Calloused fingertips trace the handprint, oddly gentle. 

“Apologize, bitch.” 

Another searing slap lands on the same cheek as before, drawing out a choked gasp. 

“Sh…Shidou….stop, please,” he pleads. His pride wars with his self-preservation instincts, but giving in to the blonde devil seems wrong, somehow. 

The third strike sends Sae reeling, tears bubbling up in his teal eyes. The humiliation and torture quickly eats away at his resolve. Every strike seems to leave a blazing brand on his skin, and he doesn’t think he can take it anymore.

Shidou’s hand pulls back again and Sae scrambles. “I-I’m sorry!” 

His body tenses as the hand stops just short of his burning asscheek. “Sorry for what? Spit it out, you’re really testing my patience here.” 

“Sorry for breaking your phone,” Sae responds weakly, the admission tasting like cigarette ash in his mouth. 

There’s a tense pause before Shidou’s hand rests on Sae’s back, gentle once more. 

“Good. Good. You learn quick enough.” 

A confusing mix of relief and lingering dread courses through Sae. His head sags between his shoulders, arms still pinned above his head. 

His ears pick up the sound of Shidou stroking himself before he feels warmth prodding his teased entrance again. He stays still, knowing better than to resist at this point in the losing game.

A strangled gasp escapes the soccer player as Shidou plunges in without warning. His body tenses instinctively, inner walls clenching tightly around the invading shaft. The blonde stays seated like that, massaging Sae’s ass. The handprints on his cheek fucking burn under the dragging motion. 

“Don’t worry, Sae-chan,” the blonde devil says suddenly. “I ain’t gonna send those pics to anyone.” He pulls his hips back, almost pulling out fully. “The only who gets to see your pathetic fucked-out face is me! ” He says, thrusting in hard at the last word. 

The punishing stroke sends his heart into his throat. Before he can recover, Shidou starts thrusting at a relentless pace. His nails scrape uselessly against the headboard, finding no purchase as the larger man fucks him silly.

Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure washes over Sae, rendering him helpless. Pain still ebbs from his back, but ignoring it becomes easier with every passing second. Traitorous moans and grunts spill out of his mouth. He bucks back against Shidou, needing more . 

“You gonna be a good little slut for me, Sae-chan?” Shidou husks with exertion. His voice drops an octave. “Say it.” 

The degrading demand makes Sae’s cheeks burn with shame, but his body burns with need. “Sure, whatever. I’ll be your slut, just keep aaaggghh… .fucking me.”

He’s rewarded by Shidou thrusting to the hilt, making him see stars. Those hips stop moving, making Sae whine and shift his hips backwards. 

“Why’d you stop…?” 

“Hold on, sweetpea,” Shidou says, reaching over with a jingling sound. He works the key into Sae’s metal cuffs and one by one, his hands are freed. By now his triceps are on fire, and he slumps into the bed, rubbing his sore wrists. 

Cock still nestled deep inside him, Shidou begins moving again. A sweaty hand meets the magenta hair at the nape of his neck as Shidou presses Sae’s face into the mattress, fucking him good. 

“I didn’t free your hands for nothing. Come on, get to work, slut.” 

At Shidou’s command, the smaller man doesn’t even hesitate before a hand slips between his legs, grasping his throbbing erection. He strokes himself in time with Shidou’s brutal thrusts, moans muffled by the bedding.

Overwhelming waves of ecstasy threaten to drown Sae as Shidou continues his eager pace. The linebacker’s stamina was insane, and Sae’s pliant body took each stroke like he was made for it. 

“You close yet?” Shidou grunts out.

“ Ngghh …yeah.” 

Sae’s body trembles with growing pleasure, spurred on whether he’s ready or not. His hand moves frantically on his cock, chasing his release. The tension coiled tight finallys snaps as his climax crashes over him. Gasping cries spill from his lips as he shoots his seed onto the bedding below. 

The blonde’s movements become erratic, hips jerking forward in short, sharp bursts as he quickly reaches his own peak. Unintelligible curses spill from his mouth as he buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load into Sae’s warm body. He’s cumming hard , his hips stuttering and a knee sliding back unintentionally. 

Both men still for a moment, panting through the aftershocks. 

Sae shudders as Shidou slowly pulls his softened cock from him, flopping down beside him with his arms outstretched lazily. 

“Fuck…need to…catch my breath,” the blonde says, panting. 

Sae sinks his hips down, laying on his stomach next to the other. Warmth oozes from his backside, filling him with shame and disgust. Yet, he couldn’t deny the intoxicating high he felt from being used so thoroughly. 

“Work on your cardio more, dumbass.” 

Chapter Text

The first rays of sunlight filter through the campus cafe windows, illuminating the nearly-empty food hall. Yoichi Isagi finds an empty table, settling down alone and basking in the morning ambience. He blows on his blonde roast before taking a tentative sip, grimacing at the flavor of slightly-burnt beans. It works well enough to wash down the light breakfast before his morning practice—an almond croissant. 

Plopping his cell onto the table, he scrolls as he nibbles. Family posts are mixed in with campus news as he thumbs through Facebook. There’s a pause as he catches an official post from the Blue Lock soccer department. It’s a celebratory post for their latest win, with numerous people and photos tagged. 

Isagi can’t help but light up at the post. His performance in last week’s match was exemplary, and seeing it on his phone screen somehow makes it all the more real. Although he’s already a sophomore, attending the prestigious Blue Lock still makes him giddy when he thinks about it a second too long. He was here , living out his dream. 

He taps on the main photo and it zooms in on their team, all crouched together in their blue kits for a group photo. There’s cheesy grins and ruffled hair all throughout the group, but Isagi’s blue eyes crinkle with a smile when he sees Sae. The ace of their team was on the edge of the group, a hand on hip and his usual deadpan look, as if he wasn’t even happy to be there. 

A small laugh escapes through his nose as he imagines Sae just staring at the camera like that when the reporter said “ Cheeeese !” 

He saves the photo. 

Leaning back, he takes another sip of his coffee and glances out the cafe window. 

Attending university here is so fun and challenging, every morning practice bringing something new for his analytical brain to devour. To be honest his grades are kinda garbage, but luckily the GPA requirements are much lower for the students since they’re expected to spend most of their time in the gym or on the field. 

Despite staying so busy, Isagi can’t help but find himself thinking about the magenta-haired senior more and more. 

He’d never found himself drawn to men before, but then again he had a myriad of fleeting crushes over the years that he never acted on. He’d coasted through high school like that, watching but never closing the distance. 

Even his friend Chigiri from the volleyball team had started teasing Isagi about being single  when they would all wind up at Kunigami’s apartment playing video games and getting drunk on box wine. But come on, sex can’t feel that good, right? He had a hard time imagining how an orgasm could be that different depending on how you get from A to Z. 

His inexperience be damned, he’d been shocked sober when he heard the rumor last month about Sae and Shidou, the notorious football linebacker with a petulance for women and violence. He knew it wasn’t any of his business getting tangled in other’s drama, especially a seniors’. Yet Sae was always set apart from the team, either by his own doing or the team’s distaste for the magenta-haired man, he wasn’t sure. He certainly didn’t have any friends that Isagi was aware of. So when he heard about Otoya talking actual homophobic trash to the senior, he didn’t hesitate to bring it up to their captain, Aiku. 

Isagi mulls the thought over in his head a few times. Examining things from every angle is something he has a knack for, after all.

The entire Blue Lock soccer department is wary of the older Itoshi brother. It’s a complex dynamic. Sae is their ace midfielder, the fulcrum which every attack and defense formation is built around. His cold, arrogant demeanor is a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the rest of the team. Yet Isagi sees something else. Itoshi Sae is the top player at Blue Lock, and that means that Isagi has to get closer . He needs to study Sae inside and out, to truly understand what makes him tick. Devouring the skills of other players is what got Isagi onto the permanent rotation in the first place as the youngest player on the team. 

And it’s working , too. Isagi spends every morning practice engaging his metavision on the field. Following the ball, strategizing, formulating multiple game plans simultaneously based on a staggering number of criteria. And when he’s not in the penalty zone earning his grit, he’s always on Sae’s heels. Watching. Observing. 

Their connection on the field has strengthened considerably over the past few weeks. Ever the senior’s shadow, Isagi strives to place himself in perfect receiving positions and Sae never misses a beat. They work together seamlessly, and even captain Aiku has started complimenting their harmony. 

Perhaps that’s why Isagi was caught so off-guard when he had heard the rumor. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that the heartthrob of the soccer department was gay. Or maybe he was bisexual-? Who knows. 

What that means is that Isagi has a chance , at the very least. 

If he plays his cards right. 

Not that he knows how to play cards, except for solitaire. 

For now, he’s content to keep asking the senior out for lunch. 

He sees the signs, too. The glances that linger for a second too long in the locker room. The way Sae’s short brow scrunches even harder at him than the other players when dissing his field plays. Well, okay, maybe that last one wasn’t flirting. But it could be? 

Glancing down at his phone, he realizes it’s time to head out. One last gulp of bitter coffee and he’s out the door, padding down the familiar sidewalk to the field. 

It’s getting cooler out with each passing autumn day, and Isagi sheds his jacket as sleepy players clamber onto the field. 

“Morning, Isagi!” A familiar voice chirps behind him. 

“Morning, Bachira. Sleep well?” 

“Boooo, no,” the bumblebee complains. “I was up all night correcting my English paper that I failed last week.” 

Isagi chuckles. “That blows.” They continue their usual morning exchanges as they get into stretching. The sophomore is pushing Bachira in a seated stretch when captain Aiku blows the whistle for practice to begin. 

They’re ten minutes into passing drills when Isagi catches a glimpse of purple-red on the far end of the field. His foot stops immediately, watching with confusion as their ace jogs the length of the field, joining practice late . 

A few others glance up, seeing who it is. Sae closes the distance, already looking winded for some reason. He’s wearing a black turtleneck compression shirt and gloves under his kit. Isagi’s breath catches slightly when he sees Sae’s hair still mussed from sleep and his short bangs unstyled, laying flat on his forehead. With a chuckle, he realizes even the great Itoshi can miss his morning alarm. 

“You’re late, Itoshi!” Aiku calls out. 

The elder Itoshi brother jogs up to Aiku and they exchange a distant conversation. It’s not hard to tell that the captain is reprimanding Sae. Isagi can see those magenta brows scrunching into displeasure all the way from where he’s standing. It’s just as well, since they have a huge exhibition match tomorrow evening. 

Sae branches off and falls into drills when his younger brother Rin approaches him. Isagi is still doing passing drills with Bachira but maneuvers the ball to get just close enough to eavesdrop. 

“...sleep through your alarm? As if I’d believe that shitty lie,” Rin’s voice says, clearly in the middle of some heated discussion. 

“Believe whatever you want,” Sae’s voice responds dismissively as he drills. 

“Nii-san is never late to practice. What’s going on with you?” The younger questions. 

The ball bounces between Isagi and Bachira, the sounds of shuffling feet and leather thudding all around them. The conversation goes quiet behind Isagi who’s making a point to not look in their direction. 

“And gimme my compression shirt back. I didn’t tell you that you could borrow- oww !” This gets Isagi’s attention and he turns his head to see Sae pinching his brother’s ear. 

“Stop focusing on me and work on your drills already. The exhibition match is tomorrow and even though you’re not in the lineup, I don’t want your lukewarm attitude spreading to the rest of the team.” 

The ball gets Isagi’s attention again when Bachira leans in and speaks with a catty smile just for his ear, “wow, so much for brotherly love, huh?” 

Turning his attention back to Bachira, Isagi smiles. Of course his best friend would clue in on what he was doing since he was quiet for so long. “Seems like it.” 

The practice begins in earnest and they break into teams and start play. The cool autumn air  feels invigorating against Isagi’s skin, prompting him to run harder than normal as he works himself into a sweat. It’s even more of a challenge this morning, as the entire team seems to bubble with excitement at the prospect of winning tomorrow’s match. 

As Isagi and Sae link up again, they advance steadily towards the opposing team’s scoring zone. Isagi is dialed in, watching the senior’s footwork as he darts behind a startled defender. Teal eyes snap up to him, darting around in quick succession as the older player catalogs every player’s position in mere seconds. The ball launches into the air as Sae lobs it. It sails over the field in a high arc and Isagi’s breath hitches as the ball crosses through the sun, momentarily blinding him. 

A head appears out of nowhere as Zantestu jumps and knocks it away with his forehead. The opposing team cheers and Isagi grits his teeth, knowing he missed his chance. 

It was a good play, though. The blueberry is quickly running back to rejoin the flow of the game when he notices a flash of irritation from Sae. 

“Good pass, Sae,” Isagi calls out. “Almost had it.” 

“Shut it, Isagi,” he quips back. It’s a bit harsh, even for Sae. “Get the damn ball next time.” 

Isagi frowns and watches Sae’s retreating back as he trods down the field. 

And then, he sees it. 

There’s the slightest limp in Sae’s gait. 

A thousand thoughts race through Isagi’s mind as he stands on the turf. Was he injured? Did he pull something just now because he’d skipping his morning stretches, coming in late? The senior was always putting up a front, so it was hard to say. He couldn’t play in the exhibition match tomorrow if he was injured; they’d have to figure out which substitutes to have ready—

“Yoichi, get your head in the fucking game!” 

“Sorry, captain!!” 

The rest of practice progresses as usual, although Isagi’s blue eyes never leave Sae, now. The senior’s affliction becomes more apparent as the practice wears on, and Isagi is definitely going to ask him about it afterwards. He pauses to consider how to even bring it up without Sae completely shutting him down, but can’t think of much. 

The locker room is cleared out soon enough, save for just a few lingering players who stayed to shower. It didn’t take the blueberry long to learn Sae always showers after a practice, so catching him for lunch was always easy. 

Isagi climbs out of the shower first, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He’s walking out of the room when he notices Sae’s duffel bag on the ground near his own stall, the hot water’s steam bubbling out behind the curtain. His eyes briefly catch some small expensive-looking toiletries on the ground—of course the Sae wouldn’t be caught dead using the free and perfectly fine locker room body washes.

Before he gets caught lingering around, Rin suddenly appears. The younger Itoshi marches over to where Sae is showering and slides the duffel bag out.

“Hey!” Sae barks. 

“Taking my compression shirt back now, thanks for getting your nasty sweat all over it!!” Rin shouts sarcastically as he rummages through the duffel. He swiftly grabs the black garment before kicking the bag back and leaving. 

Isagi heads back to his own locker before swiftly drying off and dressing. Walking over to the mirror, he blow-dries his hair, making sure to turn around and try to get the back with a not-so-critical eye. Then he plops down on a bench, waiting around and scrolling on his phone. 

The magenta-haired midfielder comes out a little later, towel around his waist. Isagi keeps his eyes glued to his phone out of respect for the other man’s privacy. 

“Lunch today?” he asks without looking up. “Heard they’re serving pork udon. Or was it chicken that you liked better?”

The other man is strangely silent for a moment. “Not hungry,” he says. 

This makes Isagi quirk an eyebrow and he inadvertently looks up. Sae is already dressed in his pants but is currently throwing a shirt on hastily when Isagi’s observant blue eyes catch it. 

It. 

A reddish-purple bruise on Sae’s otherwise pale back. It’s a good four inches across, at least. It wasn’t possible to get something of that magnitude with a simple accident. 

“Sae, what happened?” 

The man in question freezes, before slowly resuming his task, pulling his shirt over his body. He faces the lockers squarely. 

“Nothing,” the man’s voice says, quieter than usual. “Don’t worry about it, Isagi.” 

Before he can think, Isagi stands. Did this have something to do with why he was limping earlier? He takes a step forward, drops his voice to meet Sae’s. “Sae,” he presses gently. “You can trust me. Where did you get that from?” 

“I fell while practicing,” Sae responds, a little too quickly. He’s hastily pulling on his socks and shoes. “It happens sometimes.” 

“From what?” Isagi challenges. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? I can take you to the nurse—”

“It’s fine!” Sae interjects suddenly. His voice echoes slightly in the empty locker room, making Isagi pause in response. The magenta-haired man seems to realize the effect his outburst had because he sits there for a moment, staring at the laces of his shoes in awkward silence. 

“Sae? What’s wrong,” the blue-haired man says firmly, now getting more impatient. The senior was acting so stubborn over a simple bruise. “Look at me.” 

The other man seems to freeze at his request. 

“It’s fine, Isagi. You’re getting all worked up over nothing,” the seated man says, but he won’t even bother looking Isagi in the eyes. 

Fed up, Isagi reaches a hand out and gently grabs Sae’s shoulder, turning the other man to look at him. 

Purple . Mottled purple covers the front of Sae’s neck on either side. 

“Jesus Christ, Itoshi! What the hell happened to you?” The words spill out before Isagi can stop them, full of shock and disgust. His grip on Sae’s shoulder tightens slightly in concern.

Sae rises to his feet abruptly, jerking away. “Don’t touch me!” 

Another set of footsteps is heard on the locker room tile floor as Bachira appears, drawn by the sudden noise. “Huh, what’s going on?” The brunette swivels his yellow gaze to Sae who stands there like a deer in headlights.

The appearance of a second face seems to make Sae’s anger dissolve into panic because he has a strange expression Isagi has never seen on him before. The magenta-haired man instinctively takes a step back, but his heel clips the bottom locker, sending it rattling. The clamor draws a few more curious gazes from the remaining athletes, and Sae’s teal eyes dart around fearfully. He’s obviously spiraling somehow, and before Isagi can stop him, he’s grabbed his duffel bag and bolted out of the locker room, door slamming shut behind him. 

Tense silence falls over the locker room. 

Isagi leans forward, grabbing the gray Yeti that Sae had left behind. He’d drop it off later.

—

The sophomore’s mind races all afternoon with the earlier confrontation. Why had Sae reacted like that? Those bruises…clearly he was assaulted, somehow. The thought makes his stomach churn. Who the hell would attack Blue Lock’s star soccer player? 

It didn’t matter. He needed answers. 

If Sae was in trouble, he would help him. Protect him, even. 

First he heads to the nurse’s office, securing a lidocaine patch and some pain killers. Then he treks to the cafe, ordering food to-go. By now he knows all of Sae’s dietary preferences, so he selects a leaner protein and starchy sides. 

Arms full but refusing to complain, Isagi heads down the long sidewalk to the senior dorms. He’s been to Sae’s dorm just once before when the senior had helped him with his Algebra II assignment, so he knew where to go. 

He shifts the bags around from two hands to one and knocks on the door. 

Instead of swinging open, there’s a pause. 

“Who is it,” the voice inside says, full of hostility. 

“It’s Isagi. Open up, I brought a few things,” he says, trying to sound casual. 

Another moment of silence drags on. 

“Go away.” 

The blueberry sighs in exasperation. Sae was making this far too difficult. “I’ve got your Yeti. The gray one, right? Let me give it back.” 

A click sound is heard as the door unlocks, opening slightly. It’s only a smidge, but even in the dim light of the room, Isagi can see the prominent bruising on Sae’s neck. A pale hand stretches out in expectation. 

“Well, then? Give it here.” 

Isagi groans. “Don’t be like that, man. I’ve got food, too. Let me in and we can eat.” 

The slightly taller man shifts his teal eyes away and bites his lip as if thinking about something. After running a hand through his magenta hair, he steps aside with a resigned sigh, allowing Isagi to open the door fully and come inside. 

Isagi plops his multitude of bags down. His nose wrinkles as he catches the scent of cigarette smoke. Huh? Smoking inside was obviously against dorm policy and he couldn’t remember Itoshi ever smoking, anyway. Pushing that to the back of his mind, he hands Sae his Yeti back first. 

Blue eyes linger on the pale hand that retrieves the metal canteen. The flesh is swollen and red by the bony part of his lithe wrist. One glance confirms the other wrist is in similar condition. He couldn’t quite imagine what could have caused those. 

The sharp instinct of the other man catches on quickly because he hides one wrist with a hand, not that it does much. Sae sits on his dorm bed, looking away and silent. 

Isagi takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose. The food can wait. 

“Sae,” he says, his voice softened with genuine concern. “Please tell me what happened. I want to help you.” 

The seated man fidgets with the hem of his shirt. He stays silent for a moment before pulling his knees into his chest on the bare dorm bed. No blanket—was it in the wash? 

So many emotions cross those teal eyes that Isagi can barely keep up. Confusion, anger, but mostly just hurt. 

“Shidou… he… he attacked me,” he admits, voice cracking with suppressed emotion. 

Isagi’s face contorts with fury at the statement, all traces of gentleness vanishing instantly. “Shidou? Shidou Ryusei, the guy that I blocked the other day?”

His voice must be too intense because Sae recoils at it. “Y-yeah.” 

The blueberry takes a deep breath to calm himself. It doesn’t work in the slightest but he needs to control his temper for Sae’s sake right now. 

He grabs the rolling chair in the corner of the dorm and sits by the bed. Close enough so that they can hear each other even in a hushed tone, but far enough to give the man some space. 

“Tell me everything.” 

Sae tenses at the words, pauses before answering. 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Just…tell me what you’re comfortable with sharing, then,” he says. “I just want to know…how things ended up this way.” 

The magenta-haired man slowly recounts his story, starting from when he’d had a hookup with Shidou about a month ago. He’d already known, but didn’t dare interrupt. Sae then goes into Shidou’s rage over losing his long-time girlfriend and subsequently taking it out on him. 

“That’s such a bullshit reason,” Isagi responds, not that it offers much comfort, but still. 

“Yeah…,” Sae says. “Anyway, he’s been harassing me ever since. Last night wasn’t particularly fun,” he says dryly with a scowl, thumbing the bruise on his wrist. “And the text messages. Oh God, Isagi, on top of being an ass he’s so fucking annoying .”  

Isagi smiles at the jab, remembering the wall of texts he’d only briefly flitted through before blocking the bastard last week. The smile fades quickly, the heavy weight of their discussion keeping his mood bitter. 

“So he just, like, keeps beating you up? He doesn’t take it… further?” Isagi prompts. 

Those pretty lashes flit down as Sae seems to think for a moment. “Yeah…he hasn’t touched me like that since our fling. He just likes to hurt me when he’s in a pissy mood. It’s been a few times now.” 

A moment passes as Sae’s words sink in. He hasn’t touched him like that. Oh, thank God. Okay. His mind flicks to a few weeks ago when Sae came to practice with his cheek bandaged, and the puzzle pieces seem to fall together in his mind. 

It only takes one moment longer before Isagi speaks his ultimatum. 

“Let’s report him. To the school board, you and me.” 

Those teal eyes finally meet blue. “...really? You think that’s a good idea?” There’s a glimmer of hope in them, confirming Isagi’s conviction. 

“Yes. Shidou’s a fucking monster and deserves what’s coming to him. I can’t believe he laid his hands on you like…,” his mind quickly dissolves into a mixture of rage mingled with his newfound desire to protect. “God, I could go find him in his dorm right now…” 

A hand on his shoulder makes his head snap up. “No! Please…don’t do that.” Sae glances away again. “Erm…you couldn’t do much even if you faced him.” 

The blueberry scoffs at the unintentional insult. He could get Kunigami and Bachira to pin the bastard down so he could give him a good ol' kick in the nuts. 

“Whatever. Anyways, are you in?” He questions. 

The soccer ace sits back on the wall beside his bed again, curling his knees up. “...yeah. Okay, let’s do it,” he responds, sounding a little more confident. 

Isagi smiles at his bravery. This certainly wasn’t easy for Sae, all things considered. “Great. Let's meet up at the administration office Monday morning together and file the report.” 

The finality of his statement seems to put Sae at ease. “Monday…alright.” His shoulders visibly relax, the smallest hint of newfound comfort.

The bags sitting on the table catch Isagi’s attention. “Hey, I brought some stuff,” he says, pulling the pain killers free. He hands them to Sae who doesn’t hesitate to pop a few with a small thanks. 

“Are you gonna be good for tomorrow’s exhibition match? I know what you’re gonna say—”

“I’m fine,” Sae cuts in, right on cue. “One night of rest is all I need. Practice went fine today.” 

Isagi looks at Sae knowingly. “Come on now, you can’t fool me. I saw you limping during practice today.” 

The senior frowns at that statement, but doesn’t reply. 

“If you need to substitute out for one match, the captain would absolutely understand.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Isagi sighs, knowing he’s fighting a losing battle. Itoshi would never willingly give up his center midfielder position for a match as important as tomorrow’s. 

“Fine. But promise me that if you start feeling any kind of muscle strain during the match, you’ll tag out. You know as well as I do how one bad injury can end a career.” 

Those teal eyes look at him, and he can’t tell if Sae is being serious or not. “....fine,” he mumbles. 

Digging through the bag again, Isagi pulls out the lidocaine patch. “Here. I brought this for that big one on your back. Should help with the pain.” 

Pale fingers accept the patch. He twists slightly and winces.

“Ah….actually, give me that back. Lay down and I’ll put it on.” 

Sae frowns at the offer but lays down, anyway. He hikes the back of his shirt up just far enough to reveal the bruise. Upon closer inspection, it really is a nasty purple. 

“Damn, how did he leave this one?” Isagi asks as he peels the paper off the patch, revealing the sticky side. 

“Elbow,” Sae responds tersely, muffled by his crossed arms.  

“Yeesh,” Isagi grimaces as he places the patch onto the affected area. The shiver of Sae’s skin from the cool patch doesn’t go unnoticed under Isagi’s soft fingertips. 

His brain seems to short-circuit because he just sits there, fingertips hovering on Sae’s back. 

“Isagi?” 

“Yeah! Sorry,” he says, pulling back. He shakes his head slightly, clearing it of any unnecessary thoughts. “I’m gonna go ahead and head out so you can go to bed early,” he says. “You’ll need plenty of rest for tomorrow’s match.”

Sae sits up quickly and pulls his shirt back down. 

“Okay. Thanks…Isagi.” Sae responds, his voice oddly soft. “You’re always…looking out for me, aren’t you?” 

The statement catches Isagi off-guard slightly. He’s said it once or twice before but it must mean something special to the magenta-haired man who currently seems so much more vulnerable and fragile right now than ever. 

“Yeah. Of course.” 

—

Riotous cheers reverberate throughout Blue Lock’s soccer stadium. University banners wave blue and students are bustling about the stands. Sorority girls are taking selfies and shirtless guys with body paint scream, barely holding onto their beers. 

The fluorescent lighting coalescences on each player lined up on the field, creating exes of shadows on the green turf. The team is of one mind today, blue kits loose and breathable, cleats laced tightly, gloves pulled snug. 

Amidst the vibrant chaos, Sae feels somewhat detached. It’s a familiar feeling, one that he’s cultivated over years of playing on fields in the public eye. 

Don’t think about the spectators. Don’t think about the loose-lipped coach with his stupid pep talk. Don’t even look at the faces of his enemies. And definitely don’t scan the stands. 

Just focus on the ball. Scoring is the only thing that matters. 

—

Exhausted yet still bubbling with adrenaline, Sae pants hard as the final three whistles blow, signaling the end of the match and their victory. It was a spectacular win—Sae had stolen the ball in the last five minutes of gameplay. With most of the opposing players on one side of the field pushing for their final goal, he’d performed a deadly accurate long-driven pass to Sendou about 50 meters away, who’d made the final goal. 

The celebration from the crowd is deafening. He can’t even hear footsteps running behind him until Isagi jumps on his back in a playful tackle. Grimacing slightly at the weight on his back, he folds forward a bit. 

“Great game, Sae!! That last past was insane!” Isagi’s voice bubbles behind him. 

He stands abruptly, dislodging Isagi’s impromptu ride. “Thanks,” he says, a bit uncomfortable with the sudden contact. The blueberry seems to realize this as he scrambles off, still grinning ear-to-ear. 

As the players disperse for the cool-down and reception, Sae allows himself a single glance into the stands. Teal eyes scan the moving crowd and he finds them. The fraternity guys are all huddled in one section acting like idiots, with a lineup of shirtless guys on the front row. It only takes a half-second for his gaze to land on the blonde devil, who’s shirtless and covered in blue body paint. His stomach drops in revulsion as the only thing on Shidou is a sloppily painted 10—Sae’s jersey number. 

Pink eyes meet teal as Shidou realizes he’s being watched. They stare at each other for a moment, before the blonde devil just grins and winks at him. 

His blood runs cold. He stands there paralyzed for a minute, until Isagi’s warm hand meets the back of his arm. 

“Sae, what’s-?” The question is cut off as Isagi’s eyes trail where Sae is looking. The hand tightens on the senior’s arm as Isagi abruptly turns him around and pushes him towards the exit, breaking him from his trance. Resigned but grateful, Sae allows himself to be guided away. 

Even as he steps off the field, he can still feel Shidou’s gaze burning into the 10 on his back. 

The locker room is buzzing with excitement as the pair step inside. Bachira approaches them, a silly grin on his face. 

“Come on, Isagi! Captain Aiku’s hosting a party at his place to celebrate,” the bumblebee chirps. “Let’s take your car.” He only just then notices Sae’s slightly taller form trailing behind his friend.

Sae shifts uncomfortably, not at all inclined to go. He keeps his mask of indifference on as players around him eagerly volunteer to attend, discussing what drinks to bring and queuing up music. 

Noticing Sae’s hesitation, Isagi turns slightly with a reassuring nod. “Come on, Itoshi. The rest of us are going. It’ll be fun.” 

He frowns at the invitation. After-parties weren’t really his style. Well, more like socializing. People are annoying and drunk people are in a whole different category altogether. 

The blueberry doesn’t break his gaze from Sae, waiting patiently for his answer. He feels a bit torn between wanting to go back to his dorm and disappointing his junior. Those blue eyes seem to sparkle at him. 

“I don’t really—”

A few other players notice their circle and break in. “Come on, Itoshi!” Hiori says with a stupid grin. “Sae, Sae, Sae,” Sendou chants annoyingly, pressuring him further. The magenta-haired man sighs defeatedly.

“Fine, I’ll tag along,” he concedes. “But the second you leave Isagi, I’m out.” 

Cheers erupt in the small group, making Sae both flattered and uncomfortable. He clears his throat. “Alright, alright. Let’s get going, then,” he says quickly, trying to deflect their praise.

A shower and some time later, Sae finds himself in the back seat of Isagi’s old Honda Civic. The oakmoss scent of his expensive cologne fills the small space and he checks his hair briefly in his camera app to make sure he’d styled it right since he was in a hurry. The two sophomores are sitting in the front, chatting excitedly as the passenger scrolls through his Spotify playlist at lightning speed. Sae rolls his eyes as KFC Santería starts playing—of course Bachira would pick this song. The lyrics are fucking stupid but the infectious rhythm and pulsing bassline slowly works its way past his irritation, bringing a ghost of a smile to his face. 

Tonight might not be so bad, after all. 

Despite the hassle of going to a party, he knew that Aiku’s house was a safe space. Only the soccer players were invited to this celebration, and Aiku looked after his own well. That thought gave Sae a small bit of reassurance.

As the trio cross the threshold into the house thrumming with music and people, Sae feels his defenses drop considerably. The energy of the party pulses around him, and the thumping music seems to scratch his brain just right. If anything, he can let go tonight. Shidou Ryusei can’t find him here. For just one night, he can be himself. 

Without waiting around, Sae detaches himself from the shorter players and heads straight to the kitchen where he knows Aiku keeps his hard liquor. He rarely drinks as a professional athlete, ever strict with his diet. 

Now’s the time. Time to get shit-faced.  

He shoves a surprised Raichi out of the way, reaching for the bottle of vodka hidden in a cabinet and pouring two shot’s worth into a red solo cup. The clear liquid burns as it courses down his throat, and before he can cough from the harsh bubble coming back up, he cracks open a can of sprite and washes that down, too. 

“Yeaaah, Sae!!” Aiku hollars, throwing a huge arm around his shoulder. “Man of the hour!! Thanks for coming, buddy.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Just here to celebrate,” he says, keeping his usual demeanor. He stays in the kitchen, leaning against a counter as he chats impassively with the other seniors. Soon enough, he feels a warmth spreading from his gut, quickly numbing his earlier anxieties. 

The conversation about the earlier match flows freely, and Sae finds himself enjoying it more than usual. The alcohol loosens his tongue and he shares insights and critiques freely, without their usual harsh bite. The seniors share a few shots as well, cheering for their victory. Music pulses from the living room as Sae makes himself a vodka soda with a few maraschino cherries. Can’t just do shots all night, right? The idiotic captain doesn’t have any sour mix so he figures sprite will just have to do. 

More people are crowding in the kitchen for booze so he steps out and spots Isagi sitting on a couch with the other underclassmen. Their eyes meet briefly and Isagi scoots over, silently inviting him to take a seat. 

He walks over and plops down, inserting himself into the circle there. Comforted by Isagi’s presence, he relaxes further. Their thighs press together on the small couch and Isagi doesn’t pull away, an innocent yet intimate contact that makes it hard for Sae to focus on the conversation. 

They’re discussing some nonsense about an underclassmen professor Sae doesn’t know. He sips on his stiff drink, resting his head back on the couch. He closes his eyes and feels the bass pulse under his ass, lost in his own little world as he simply exists in the moment. 

“Nii-chan?” Rin’s voice cuts in, interrupting his peace. “You’re not drinking vodka again, are you?” 

Eyes turn towards the only senior in the circle and Sae blinks his eyes a few times as he registers the question. “Huh?” he looks at the red solo cup in his hand, now a little lop-sided. “Yeah, so what? Mind your own damn business, stupid little brother.” The comment doesn’t have an ounce of bite behind it, earning a few chuckles from the group. 

Hearing the easy laughs around him, Sae feels emboldened. Leaning heavily against Isagi, he turns to Rin, “What, you think you can keep tabs on me now? Make sure I behave myself?” he says with an uncharacteristic smile. His face feels a little warm.

The younger brother just rolls his eyes. “Oh geez, here we go again,” Rin says, turning his attention to Isagi. “You’re on Sae-duty tonight, got it? I’m tired of taking care of his ass.” 

The magenta-haired man feels a little dizzy suddenly so he leans back, nestling a little too close to the sophomore. “Who the fuck says I need a babysitter,” he says, taking another drink of his vodka soda. The tilted cup doesn’t accomplish anything, just ice and cherries sloshing against his lips. A teal eye glares into his empty red solo cup and he fishes out a cherry, plopping it onto his outstretched tongue and biting it off. Juice splatters on his cheek and he quickly licks it off, hoping nobody noticed. 

He’s mulling over the flavor when he catches Isagi’s dumbstruck look.

“What?” he asks, still chewing. 

“You’re drunk.” 

His teal eyes plant on Isagi as he sprawls on the couch a bit, taking up way too much room. Stifling a hiccup, he waves off Isagi’s observation with a lazy gesture. “Yeah, right,” he deflects. “I can handle myself, brat.” 

The blueberry frowns. “I’m gonna get you some water.” 

The magenta-haired man shakes his head. “Nahhh, I’m fine,” he slurs slightly. “You’re driving me home. Can’t I let loose for just this once?” 

Isagi shifts on the couch a bit, annoyed at how much room Sae is taking up. “Fine, I guess. But you’re drinking water, too.” Unable to get up, Isagi shouts across the room for a water bottle. 

The bottle smacks Sae right on the back of the head, thumping to the floor. The younger Itoshi brother laughs and Sae whips his head around to see who’d thrown it. 

“SENDOU!!” He shouts, clambering off of the couch drunkenly before Isagi pulls him back down by a wrist. “You shithead! Switch to volleyball, you lousy shot!” 

The night goes on much like that, with all the players getting progressively rowdier, following Sae’s lead. He’s having such a good time, nestled right up next to his blueberry on the couch and throwing shade to anyone willing to tease him for how quickly he’s burning through drinks.

His pocket buzzes and he shifts his red solo cup to the other hand, pulling his cell free.  

Yoichi Isagi

you still good? we can leave wherever you want

He smiles. Of course the sophomore would text him when he’s sitting right next to him. So fucking cute. But he didn’t wanna leave. Not yet. 

Teal eyes snap to Isagi, the younger man’s phone still in hand. A few empty beer bottles surround the blue-haired man’s feet, good enough to get him a buzz but still sober enough to drive. It made him happy to know he wasn’t the only one feeling good. 

“Yoichi…c’mere. I wanna show you something,” he blurts out before he can really process what he’s doing. 

“Huh?” 

Excitement courses through Sae as he stands up off the couch, trying to look more sober than he is. He stretches a hand out to Isagi, easily lifting the lighter man up. Before the shorter man can ask dumb questions, Sae turns to the stairs and starts climbing, quickly letting go of Isagi’s hand. He wasn’t that drunk, obviously there were people everywhere. 

The ace of the soccer team knows this house inside and out and opens the door to a guest room, peeking inside. It’s empty. Perfect . 

The sound of footfalls means Isagi is right around the corner. The door to the guest room parts wider as a confused man peeks in. “Sae…?” The magenta-haired man grabs Isagi’s pale wrist and drags him inside, shutting the door with a definitive clack. 

Lost in a haze of alcohol and adrenaline, Sae crashes his lips against Isagi’s without hesitation. He doesn’t wait for any cues from the shorter man as he tangles his hand into that dark blue hair and grips the other’s shirt, pulling him closer. 

He pauses when he feels the other man freeze, not reciprocating. 

Pulling back, he looks into Isagi’s shocked eyes. 

“Shit! Isagi… I didn’t…” Fuck, he didn’t even know if Isagi was into guys. 

Those blue eyes blink a few times, face flushing in embarrassment. 

“No! No, it’s… it’s okay,” Isagi responds hurriedly. Tentatively, the shorter man leans up and presses a soft kiss back onto his own lips. The unexpectedly chaste kiss seems to sober up Sae real quick as he realizes the gravity of what he’s just done. 

Sighing into the kiss, Sae responds with equal gentleness, pressing into Isagi. His hand slides down to Isagi’s neck, pulling their faces closer. The smaller man’s lips are so plush and Sae swipes a tongue over his bottom lip, seeking entry. Isagi trembles delightfully under the movement but doesn’t open his mouth. Determined to coax more from him, Sae traces teasing circles with his tongue along the seam of Isagi’s lower lip. He presses on, hoping to entice Isagi to open up willingly. 

“What’s wrong, Isagi? Too much for you?” he whispers huskily, nibbling gently at the corner of Isagi’s mouth. The blue-haired man is already flushed a deep shade of red, and it takes a moment for Sae to realize it’s from embarrassment rather than arousal. 

“Sorry, I haven’t really…” Isagi trails off. 

A wave of realization washes over him, realizing how inexperienced the sophomore truly was. He was a sophomore in college, how on earth is he…? 

“Oh, Isagi…you’re new to this, aren't you?” he murmurs softly, stroking Isagi’s flushed cheek. Those blue eyes dart around nervously, confirming his suspicion with silence. “There’s no rush. We can take things slow, okay?” 

Isagi only swallows and gives a light nod, unable to meet his eyes. Sae cups his chin gently, bringing their faces to each other again. He presses another soft kiss into Isagi’s lips, humming with delight as the other kisses back. His fingers trail lightly along Isagi’s jawline, down to the nape of his neck where he can feel the rapid beating of the other’s pulse. 

“Open up for me,” he says under his breath, and Isagi’s eyes part slightly as he complies. Applying firmer pressure, Sae slips his tongue inside Isagi’s mouth. He can’t help but smile when the smaller man jolts slightly but lets him in, anyway. The blueberry tastes of cheap beer but it's the sweetest nectar right now for Sae’s sex-addled brain. 

Their bodies mold together perfectly as Sae keeps him pressed against the door. His focus is solely on Isagi as his tongue presses into the other’s and explores every inch of his mouth for the first time. A hand sneaks down to Isagi’s hip, pulling him impossibly closer as their tongues intertwine. “God, Isagi…you taste amazing,” he groans against those velvet lips. 

The heat builds rapidly in his core as he makes out with his willing blueberry. He trails warm kisses down his jawline and pauses to suck at the sensitive section just below his ear. This little number earns a whimper from Isagi. Spurred on by the adorable sound, he latches on there, sucking and nibbling gently at first, then harder. 

Without pausing his lips, he starts unbuttoning Isagi’s shirt, exposing more of that olive skin for him to worship. 

A hand on his wrist stops him suddenly, and he pulls back. 

“What’s wrong?” Sae questions, trying and failing to keep the disappointment from his voice. 

“I don’t really…” Isagi trails off, before coughing and clearing his voice. “Sae, do you like me?” 

The question completely catches Sae off guard. Taken back yet intrigued, he meets Isagi’s questioning gaze steadily. 

“Yeah, I do,” he says firmly, brushing a comforting thumb over Isagi’s cheek. He feels his anxiety creep back at the sudden question, all thoughts of getting laid pushed aside. This moment can either make or break their friendship which Sae has been cherishing for the past few weeks. “Is that okay?”  

The shorter man’s face softens into a smile at his response. 

“Of course it’s okay. I think I like you, too.” 

The confession makes Sae’s heart skip a beat. He smiles and leans in, pressing his forehead against Isagi’s in a loving gesture, basking in the moment. They hold each other like that for a long moment before Sae’s shoulders sag in tiredness. The earlier rush from alcohol has now ebbed into a dull numbing feeling. Not to mention how exhausted he is from their soccer match just hours ago. 

Isagi rubs comforting circles into Sae’s back, seeming to realize the heat of the moment has died off. 

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” 

—

Sunday morning light streams through a dorm window as Sae slowly opens his eyes. He rubs the crust from them and shifts slightly in the warm sheets. Ugh . His head is spinning from last night. It only takes a moment before he realizes that he’s not in his room and that he’s not wearing a shirt. Glancing around with mild panic, he sees a coffee, pain killers, and a note left on the bedside table. 

Went to the gym. Should make it back before Barou

isagi

Thumbing the note, he pauses as he considers what happened last night. The memories come flooding back, and he presses a hand to his face as he remembers making out with Isagi at Aiku’s house. Shit, well that happened. He can’t exactly remember how he wound up in Isagi’s bed, though; he was probably too drunk. 

He takes the pain killers gratefully, washing them down with the cold coffee. Settling back against the bed’s headboard, he sits there for a moment, hoping his headache will die off soon. Inhaling deeply, he notices the lingering scent of Isagi that permeates the sheets. The fragrance sends a pleasant tingle through his veins, stirring memories of last night again.

The lock on the door clicks and Sae glances over, expecting to see a freshly-showered blueberry. Instead, Shoei Barou struts in. Ugh , another football player. Great. 

Unfriendly eyes zero in on Sae’s shirtless form, propped up in his roomie’s bed. 

“The hell??” 

Sae only glowers at the man in response. Barou tosses a duffel bag onto his side of the room before sitting on his own bed and staring at Sae with a displeased frown and a vein popping from his forehead. 

“I dunno who you are, but get the hell out, donkey,” Barou’s voice says gruffly. “I didn’t tell Isagi he could drag guys into our room.” 

Sae sighs, running a hand through his magenta hair. “My, aren’t you polite?”

The door clicks open again and Isagi pops inside in a hurry. Relief floods Sae in seeing the sophomore, eager to get out of the stupid situation. 

“Sae, are you awake yet? I got—,” he freezes when he sees his roommate glaring at him, arms crossed. He laughs awkwardly. “Barou, didn’t expect to see you back already.” 

“Cut the crap, Isagi,” Barou quips back. He jabs a finger in Sae’s direction. Okay, rude. “Who the hell’s this?” 

The shorter man drops his stuff from the gym on the ground and sits on the bed by Sae. “He’s a senior from my department, Itoshi Sae.” 

Barou makes a tch sound. “Don’t give me that. Are y’all shacking up now or what?” He glares at Sae’s lack of clothing. “Did you two fuck last night? I swear to God if I have to start washing your sheets more than once a week—” 

“No!” Isagi cuts in, drawing the eyes of both men. “No, haha. We were just trashed after last night’s party and came back here to pass out.” 

Losing interest quickly, Sae climbs up out of the bed, throwing his shirt back on. 

“I’m heading back to my dorm, Isagi. Do you wanna come with, or do you have plans today?” he says simply, stepping around Barou’s imposing figure.

The blueberry lights up at the offer. “Yeah! I’m free.” He grabs a few things and says bye to a very grumpy Barou before following right on Sae’s heels.

The senior walks down the hallway, hands in pockets and the usual indifferent look on his face. 

“Your roommate does your laundry?”  

—

They spend the afternoon together, grabbing lunch at the cafe and hanging out in Sae’s room. The Itoshi’s are pretty well-off, so it’s obvious that he can afford a single room. It hadn’t really crossed his mind how annoying a roommate might be up until today, to be honest.

He’s relieved that Isagi isn’t the type to pester him constantly, unlike some people. The blueberry doesn’t complain when Sae lays down to sleep off his hangover through the afternoon, contenting himself with doing some school assignment on his laptop. A few hours later, he showers and steps out into the room with just some gray sweatpants on. Isagi’s trailing eyes are so obvious as Sae goes to his wardrobe to grab a clean shirt, and it makes Sae’s skin itch in a good way to have someone look at him like that, although he makes no outward comment about it. 

As the lazy sun dips into a sunset, the pair cozy up on Sae’s bed and turn a movie on. Isagi is initially reluctant to lay down until Sae pulls him closer. God, he’s just too cute. The blue-haired man claims the pillow as he watches, while Sae is on his side, head propped up by a hand and constantly reaching for pretzels. 

Midway through the movie, Sae climbs over Isagi to use the bathroom. Washing all the pretzel salt off, he pauses to study himself in the mirror. The bruising around his neck is nearly gone, although the dark purple on his lower back is going to take a good three or four days more. Despite not wanting to think of the blonde devil right now, he took a small reassurance in knowing that they wouldn’t be bothered tonight due to Sunday night football. 

His knuckles grip the counter as he inadvertently thinks of the bastard. Soon, he would be out of his life forever. Isagi had told him so. Reporting him…was an idea that could very well ruin his reputation. But it didn’t matter; Shidou had to go. 

A deep breath escapes his throat as he tries to relax. No need to get worked up over it now. 

Because now he has a cute boy curled up in his bed. Waiting for him. 

If Shidou was a devil, then Isagi was a fucking angel. White-feathered wings, a halo, the whole cheesy bit. 

Would he fuck an angel? Yeah. Yeah, he would. 

Walking back into the dorm, he approaches the bed. The man on top shuffles a bit to allow him room to pass, eyes still glued to the TV. He climbs back onto his side but slips in closer to Isagi this time, snaking his arm around Isagi’s small waist and pulling him flush against his chest. 

“Much better,” he murmurs, kissing the nape of Isagi’s neck. 

His fingers trace lazy patterns along Isagi’s side, curious what the smaller man looks like without his clothes on. Isagi is quickly fidgeting at the foreign sensation. 

“Sae…,” the sophomore complains softly when he realizes the other isn’t even watching the movie anymore. 

“Hm?” he hums in response, still teasing Isagi’s sides. The kisses on Isagi’s nape quickly grow firmer until he gives the smaller man a nip, making him twitch. This get’s Isagi’s head to turn and Sae doesn’t hesitate to press a soft kiss into his lips.

The smaller man turns slowly inside Sae’s arms, keeping his lips locked as his arms nestle in on Sae’s chest, not quite sure where to place them. Sae repositions one over his waist as he deepens the kiss.  

When his tongue seeks entry this time, he’s granted. He groans softly into Isagi’s mouth as their tongues press together, building the intimacy steadily. The kiss quickly turns heated and Sae pulls back to bite Isagi’s lower lip, letting it out of his mouth with a pop. Quickly planting his eager lips on him again, his exploring hands roam Isagi’s body. He gives a light squeeze to Isagi’s ass, making the smaller jolt. 

There’s a string of saliva connecting their mouths as Sae pulls away breathlessly. “Is this okay?” he questions, hands still rubbing Isagi through his clothes. “We don’t have to rush things if you’re not ready.” 

The smaller man’s face is flushed with arousal, and looks absolutely adorable, lips puffy and kiss-bitten. “I want this,” he responds, blue eyes glancing away shyly. “I want you, I mean.” 

God, that statement makes Sae want to smother the boy with cuteness aggression. But the erection straining against his sweatpants has other plans. 

“Alright,” Sae says in a low timbre. “I’ll make you feel so good, my little blueberry. Just stop me if you get uncomfortable, alright?” 

“Blue—? Ahh! ” Isagi’s complaint is cut short by fingers trailing up his torso, tugging his shirt off. He sits up slightly so that it comes off. Laying back on the bed, Sae climbs on top, quickly pressing kisses on to Isagi’s chest and running his hands up and down. 

And God , what a picture. The smaller man isn’t quite as defined as Sae, but his lithe waist is just aching to be touched. Clear, smooth skin is traced under Sae’s soft fingertips as he maps out the contours and planes of his lean frame. His touch is reverant, almost worshipful, as he commits every detail to memory. 

Shedding his own shirt, he watches in amusement as Isagi glances away, blushing. 

“You’re beautiful, Isagi.” There’s no jest in his tone, only sincerity. 

The unexpected compliment makes Isagi’s head snap up. “I’m a guy, you know…” he says shyly. Those blue orbs scan Sae’s form, taking in his muscled physique. “I’m not much compared to you, anyway.” 

Noting his self-consciousness, Sae cups the smaller’s face, keeping their gazes locked for a moment. “Don’t say that.” He leans in to press a kiss to Isagi’s forehead, his lips warm and soothing against the flushed skin. “Your body is perfect. I want you,” he says, echoing Isagi’s earlier statement. 

The bold statement makes the smaller man flush an even darker shade of red and he gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. Sae continues his downward trend, palming Isagi’s erection through his jeans. The first touch makes Isagi’s breath hitch audibly, dark blues glued to where Sae is touching him. The magenta-haired man takes his time massaging Isagi, getting him used to the sensation before he reaches for the belt. After an exchange of nods, Sae finally gets the man fully undressed in his bed. 

Admiring Isagi’s nude form before him, Sae takes a moment to drink in the view. His gaze travels slowly downwards, noting the trim waist tapering into slender hips. And there, nestled between those pert thighs, sits Isagi’s adorable cock, already stiff and eager for attention. 

He smiles warmly at Isagi’s state before settling between his legs and wrapping a hand around the hard member. The blue-haired man lets out an audible groan at the feeling, digging his fingers into the sheets below. Dragging his hand up and down with deliberate motions, Sae keeps his eyes locked onto Isagi, enjoying every little response. He swipes his thumb over the sensitive head, coating it with pre-cum. 

It doesn’t take long before Isagi’s face is contorting with pleasure. Each gasp and shudder seems to go straight to his own cock, now straining in his sweatpants. He ignores the feeling, focusing on the heavy weight filling his hand. Another whimper from below causes a shudder to roll up his own body, fueling his imagination as to what kinds of sounds he’ll make when he finally pops his cherry. Climbing further down, Sae gently pushes Isagi’s thighs further apart. He ghosts his lips over Isagi’s cock, eager to see how he’ll respond to more aggressive sensations. 

His hot breath wafts over Isagi’s cock, taking in his musky scent for a moment. He glances up and sees Isagi’s eyes planted directly on him. It forces a smile to his lips knowing he’s putting on a show,  and he holds Isagi’s cock with a hand as he plants kisses up the underside. His warm tongue flattens and drags up the sensitive frenulum before finally taking the cockhead into his mouth. Saltiness fills his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the engorged head, making Isagi buck and whimper. 

“Hngh…your mouth!” Isagi groans softly. The magenta-haired man takes the fullness of it deep inside his throat, disengaging his gag reflex with a practiced movement. “ Aaahhnn !” Isagi cries out, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. 

Sae has to press the weight of his forearm into Isagi’s hip to stop him from bucking as he gets to work, sucking and slurping with increasing fervor. Oh God , the sounds that are spilling out of Isagi’s mouth are pure ecstasy. He’s a vocal one, panting and whimpering at every swipe of his tongue, each press of his throat. The blueberry was a natural bottom, without a doubt. 

The cock in his mouth is hardening already but Sae doesn’t mind, happy to bring Isagi to pleasure faster. He picks up speed, taking in a big breath of air through his nose as he bobs incrementally faster. The blue-haired man is squirming hard now, on the brink of losing it. 

“Ahh, Sae!!” he cries out as he explodes deep inside the magenta-haired man’s throat, clutching the sheets for dear life. Sae nuzzles his face right into the other man’s pelvis, greedily sucking out every ounce of pleasure from him and lengthening his orgasm as long as possible. 

A bead of cum lingers on Sae’s mouth as he detaches himself, sitting up onto his knees. The blueberry looks so blissed out as he looks up at him with glazed eyes. Cute . 

A moment later, his eyes widen anxiously. “Ah, I didn’t mean for you to swallow it!” he says hurriedly. 

There’s nothing but tender amusement as Sae sits back on his heels and wipes the remnants from his lip. “It’s fine, Isagi. I wanted to,” he says, leaning forward and brushing a blue lock of hair from Isagi’s face with a gentle touch.

The younger man hums in acknowledgement. Sae gets off the bed for a moment, shedding the last of his own clothes. He moves to settle beside Isagi when he hears a funny noise from the smaller man. 

“Geez, man. God really does play favorites, doesn't he?” Isagi says plainly, staring at Sae’s prominent arousal. 

A deep chuckle rises out of him. “Well, I suppose you could say I was blessed with good genes,” he teases, running his fingers over the ridges and veins of his impressive length. “Think you could return the favor?” He asks, laying on his back. 

The younger man’s eyes seem to sparkle at the challenge and he rises up, switching their previous places. “Yeah,” he says firmly. “I want to make you feel good, too.” Sae’s eyes follow Isagi’s retreating form approvingly as he settles between his muscular thighs. 

The senior reaches down, guiding Isagi’s soft hand to his throbbing member. “Like this… slow, but firm…,” he guides, watching as Isagi studies him closely. A shudder runs through the magenta-haired man as Isagi’s tongue makes contact with his sensitive tip, the warm, wet glide sending sparks of pleasure through him. 

“Ahh, fuck…,” he gasps, his fingers tangling in blue locks as he guides Isagi’s mouth further down his shaft. “Watch your teeth.” Isagi hums in response as he carefully takes as much of Sae into his warm mouth as he can. 

The older man can’t remember the last time he got head and fuuuuck it feels good. Isagi’s warm mouth, even though inexperienced, is so wet, his tongue gliding up and down his foreskin in a way that makes his eyes roll back. The younger spends a moment teasing the veins that run up his cock before exploring the underside of his cockhead, sending delightful shivers running up his spine. 

“Oooh, Isagi. You’re doing so good, mmmh ,” he praises, hand still tangled in blue strands. 

The younger man pops his mouth off for a moment to catch his breath, but he keeps stroking Sae, not wanting to lose the heat he’s built up. The firm grip feels nice and Sae lets out a shuddering breath. A jolt goes up his body when he feels Isagi pressing his thumb into his sensitive cockhead. His toes curl at the sensation but his body involuntarily recalls a memory and suddenly all he can see is another man between his legs, that stupid grin as Shidou pressed his thumb right there just three days ago.  

“Wha..?” Isagi says, slightly panicked at feeling Sae’s cock suddenly soften in his hand. “Did I do something wrong?” 

The concerned question cuts through the haze of anxiety flooding Sae’s mind. “No, nothing like that,” he insists. “Just…I’m really sensitive there, alright? Sometimes it gets too much.” He swallows and glances away, frustrated at having to lie like this. “Please, just keep going.” 

The blue-haired man looks at him with slight concern but begins moving his hand again, anyway. Sae sinks back into the soft pillows, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling of the other’s hand on him so that he quickly gets hard again. Fuck , he’s so embarrased. 

Warm wetness coats his cock again and his teal eyes snap open, watching as Isagi closes around him once more. He groans slightly, letting the blueberry work him over at his own pace and adjust to the feeling. “Wrap your hand around the base…here,” he says. “And keep going, ahhh, yes, just like that.” 

The younger man is a quick study, finding the process easier with hand and mouth. He’s able to pick up speed this way and soon, Sae is moaning, fingers digging into the sheets. The other keeps up a good, steady pace, increasing the suction. “Nghhh …Isagi!” He pants. “I’m close.” 

Magenta hair buries back into the pillow as he groans through his release, flooding Isagi’s mouth. It fills Isagi’s throat faster than he can manage to swallow it and the sophomore soon pulls back, coughing and sputtering. 

The senior doesn’t console him immediately, raising an arm to his forehead as he pants through his aftershocks. After a moment, he glances up to see a very embarrassed blueberry. 

The blue-haired man wipes a thick dribble of cum off his chin with the back of a hand, grimacing slightly at the stickiness. “Ugh, gross…you made that look a lot easier than it was,” he says with the cutest, least threatening glare ever. 

“Hah…it’s fine, Isagi,” he says, tossing a package of wet wipes to him from the night stand. “It takes practice.” He watches comfortably from the bed as Isagi cleans up. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting lots of it from now on.” 

That comment makes Isagi freeze and Sae basks in another cute pout. 

Waving a lazy hand towards himself, Isagi understands and climbs back onto the bed, nestling beside Sae once more. The senior is slightly surprised when Isagi keeps the momentum going, pressing his slickened lips into Sae’s. He hums in approval, kissing back gingerly before opening his jaws and swapping the flavor of each other inside their mouths. The blueberry doesn’t seem to mind the erotic exchange, and it’s such a mental turn on. 

The younger man keeps going, gently tilting Sae’s head to the right as he peppers kisses down his jawline. He groans, pulling Isagi closer to himself and arching his neck just for him. Wandering hands find the smaller man’s hips and ass, squeezing and groping as he pleases. Isagi only hums his delight into his neck, suckling hard and marking him. 

Sae wasn’t expecting such a bold move from the younger man and moans softly as Isagi’s mouth pops off his neck and presses a few more kisses in for good measure. 

“You seem to be having fun,” he teases, grinding his body into the smaller one in his arms. He presses a quick kiss to Isagi’s neck. “My turn.” 

Shuffling about, he guides Isagi onto his hands and knees. The younger whines at the embarrassing pose. Warm hands glide along Isagi’s sides, coming to rest on his backside as Sae leans down to kiss along the curve of his spine. “You sure you’re good to keep going?” he asks, one last time. There would be no turning back once they crossed this line. 

“Y…yeah,” Isagi responds. 

“Okay, babe,” Sae says, feeling his excitement build but tamping it down for the moment. He spreads the thighs in front of him wider with his knees, reaching for the lube inside his night stand. “This next part is going to be a bit uncomfortable at first but just focus on breathing through it for me.” 

Spreading the lube onto his fingers is such a familiar motion for him, yet his fingers tremble slightly in anticipation of this being Isagi’s first time. He would go slow, make everything just right for his blueberry. 

A cute yelp sounds from Isagi as Sae spreads more of the cool lubricant onto his backside. His index finger rubs circles around the ring of muscles, warming it and letting the other adjust to the feeling. He slowly eases the fingertip in, his touch gentle and deliberate. 

“Ahh!!” Isagi can’t help but exclaim at the foreign feeling. The older man’s only just started and he suppresses a chuckle at Isagi’s responsiveness. Another hand rests on Isagi’s back, providing a counterpoint as he slowly glides his finger. As expected, it’s a tight squeeze. “I know it’s hard, but try to relax as much as possible.” 

“I’m…trying, nghh,” Isagi grits out. “It feels so weird…” 

With patience, Sae slowly works his finger, increasing the depth and pace as Isagi’s virgin hole slowly unfurls for him. Teal eyes dart back and forth between his captivating work and Isagi’s twitching face, searching for signs to slow down if he needs to. 

As his entire finger sinks into Isagi’s velvet heat, Sae hums in approval. “You’re doing great,” he coos. “How does it feel?” 

Hips wiggle in response. “I’m okay,” he says, although his voice is strained. “When does it start feeling good?” 

The finger starts sliding softly inside Isagi’s heat, dragging on muscles and opening them up further. “Soon,” he chuckles. After a few back-and-forth motions, he starts pressing the second digit in. 

The blueberry immediately tenses at the new stretch with a pained noise, making Sae freeze. He rubs soothing circles into the other’s back. “ Ack… .sorry, this really hurts,” Isagi complains. 

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Sae chastises. “Don’t even apologize. This part takes time. Just focus on your breathing.” 

The younger’s head is slumped between his shoulders and he just nods, blue ahoge bouncing with the motion. Sae waits patiently for a while, hearing the younger breathing harshly through his nose. Eventually, Isagi’s head rises again and nods for him to continue. 

Slowly pressing in, he feels those warm walls constricting around his digits. It’s so tight and Sae’s brain seems to purr as he imagines how it’ll feel when he’s nestled deep inside. Refocusing, he works the digits inside, praising the boy generously as he gradually relaxes. 

The smaller finally yields, with Sae’s fingers pressed all the way inside. “That’s it, Isagi, you’re doing so well. Just feel me, babe, let my fingers move for you…” His fingers glide in and out easier now, causing Isagi to start shifting restlessly, small whimpers escaping his throat. He sets a gentle, rhythmic pace and the blue-haired man responds beautifully, a soft groan escaping as he starts shifting his hips back to meet him. 

“Hold still for me,” Sae says as he starts curling his fingers inside, looking for that sweet spot. 

“What are you…AH!” Isagi squeaks, dropping to one of his elbows on the bed. 

Focusing on that spot, his fingers circle and rub the bundle of nerves. Isagi is quickly trembling, confused gasps and moans spilling from his lips. The cock hanging between his legs is stiffening, too. “What…?” he asks, struggling to form the question. 

“That’s your prostate, babe,” Sae answers the unsaid question. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He continues rubbing that spot, determined to help Isagi experience more of that intense pleasure. 

A hand clamps over Isagi’s mouth as he struggles with the new sensations. “Ahhh….ngh……hah….”  

“Don’t hold back,” Sae says, his earlier gentleness quickly turning into a burning lust. “Your little whimpers are driving me mad. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” The two slick digits start pumping steadily into Isagi, dragging against his prostate with every arched fingertip. 

“ Hn… AHH!” Isagi’s hand flies off his mouth to steady himself as the sudden sensation makes his blue eyes go wide. His body jostles slightly with every pump of Sae’s hand, and groans and sweet cries fill the small dorm. 

Sae’s own arousal spikes with the erotic display of Isagi’s pert rear taking his fingers so well. Satisfied, he pulls them free. The sudden loss makes the smaller man whimper, waggling his hips in complaint. 

“Lay on your back for me, Isagi,” Sae says as he applies a generous amount of lube to his cock.  The other complies while he cleans his hand off. Reaching for a pillow, he slides it under Isagi’s ass to give him an easier angle. Hands grip Isagi’s legs to widen them a bit as he settles in. 

The younger squirms a bit at the new position, clearly feeling vulnerable. He would get used to it. Maneuvering his cock into position, Sae takes one last glance at Isagi’s flushed face, waiting for the silent nod.  

A firm grip on one hip, he begins to ease the thick head of his cock past Isagi’s tight ring of muscle. The younger’s face quickly screws up at the pressure. He pauses, holding there despite the urge to take him faster. Isagi’s pretty chest shudders with effort, blue eyes blinking as he adjusts to the foreign feeling of penetration. 

Inch by inch, Sae sheathes himself fully inside Isagi’s welcoming heat. Finally allowing himself to feel, he groans at the incredible sensation as he’s settled in. It’s so fucking tight , making him wonder how he’s going to survive this. 

Shuddering slightly, he leans down to his elbows, caging Isagi’s head inside his hands. Cupping his face, he gazes wonderingly into those sapphire blues that are watering slightly. The shy boy doesn’t meet his gaze immediately, but his insistent stare soon gets his attention. Their direct eye contact crackles between them as they hold each other’s gaze, bringing the smallest smile to Sae’s lips. 

“You feel incredible,” he says quietly. “So perfect.” Leaning down, he kisses each eye in turn before pulling back, keeping his loving gaze planted on the other. His hips pull back to start slow, shallow movements, and he watches as Isagi’s blue eyebrows immediately scrunch together and he glances down to where they’re connected. 

There’s such a profound sense of connection and desire between them, and Sae basks in the feeling for a moment as he maintains a slow rhythm. Yes, this is what he wants. No one else can make him feel this way. 

Those blue brows slowly relax as Isagi adjusts to the feeling. His eyelids blink more slowly as his vision slips in and out of focus, clearly just focusing on the sensations as they wash over him. 

Sae pulls out nearly all the way before pressing in again, setting deep, slow strokes. 

“Ahh… !” Isagi moans suddenly, gripping the back of Sae’s arm. “That’s right,” Sae encourages, leaning down to press a kiss into the smaller man’s cheek. “Just let yourself feel.” His pelvis rocks smoothly against Isagi’s, aiming to hit that sweet spot with every downward push.

Climbing up to rest his fists on the bed, Sae starts a steady rhythm. Isagi’s taking him so well , silly little whimpers escaping from those parted lips. His cock slides along the younger man’s inner walls with a delicious friction, making him groan, too. Hands plant on Isagi’s hips for leverage as he picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with their mutual moans of pleasure. 

Those blue eyes seem to glaze over with pleasure as Isagi loses himself in the sensations. “Ahh… .so deep….. ngh .” 

Smiling, Sae shifts one of Isagi’s muscled legs over a shoulder to angle himself even deeper. The new penetration makes Isagi’s eyes widen again. “Hnngh!” 

“There you go,” Sae urges. “Tell me what feels good for you.” 

“Ahhhh….” Isagi groans, long and drawn-out. “It all feels good…” 

His blueberry was too cute like this. 

Sae clutches the leg to his chest as he thrusts harder and deeper, eager to draw out more of those whimpers. His hips stutter briefly when he feels Isagi clench down suddenly before he resumes his pace. 

“Shit…I’m not gonna last if you squeeze me like that, Isagi…” 

The younger man’s lips part as he registers the words before he smiles slyly. A grunt of surprise escapes Sae as Isagi starts clenching and unclenching his channel in time with his thrusts, completely breaking his focus.

“Oh, you wanna play it like that, then?” he says with a smile. He pulls his cock free completely, settling back onto his knees. The blue-haired man whines in complaint but Sae shuts him up with a sloppy kiss. 

Grabbing Isagi’s ankles, he folds the younger man easily. “Mm…I can tell you’ve been working on your hip flexors,” he praises, earning an eye roll from Isagi. Legs pinned to the younger’s chest and puckering hole presented so pregnably, he thrusts in hard.

“Nnny AAHH!” Isagi cries out at the sudden penetration. The older sets a harsh pace, hands gripping the back of Isagi’s creamy thighs to keep him pinned. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands between grunts. “I wanna see you fall apart for me, Isagi.” 

It’s an awkward angle but Isagi gets his hand looped inside his leg and starts stroking himself. Moans quickly turn into nonsensical babbles and grunts as Isagi’s blue eyes flutter with pleasure. Sweat drips from Sae’s brow as he fucks him good and hard, feeling his own pleasure building steadily. 

“Faster,” he commands Isagi. 

“But I—hnnngh, Sae, I don’t know if I can—”

The larger man starts pounding into that clenching heat with a fierce intensity, gripping hard on Isagi’s thighs. Making the man underneath him see stars is the only thing on his mind right now as he pumps into him, desperately holding back his own building release. “AHH! ” Isagi cries out, overwhelmed with sensation. 

The smaller man’s hand tugs on his cock faster, unable to stop himself. He’s twitching like mad, entire body convulsing and clenching around his cock, now instinctively. “Sae!!” He screams. “It’s too much! I can’t….oh god….” The older doesn’t relent, pounding the younger into the mattress, pushing himself to his limits. 

Isagi’s body trembles violently as white cum shoots across his chest in several hard spurts. He dissolves immediately, eyes unfocused as his body is forcibly brought to an intense level of pleasure he wasn’t ready for. Nails dig into Sae’s arm as Isagi cums hard, a wanton moan rumbling from deep inside him. Sae slows his thrusts to prolong Isagi’s orgasm, memorizing the blissed-out slutty look on his blueberry’s face. Jaws slack, the smallest dribble of saliva running down his cheek. 

He makes the split-second decision to keep going. 

He lets go of Isagi’s thighs and leans in, nestling into Isagi’s sweaty neck. “Clench for me, baby. Clench, clench, clench.” 

His hips start their fast pace again and Sae bites down on Isagi’s neck to ground himself. The blue-haired man is gurgling with the overstimulation but obeys, putting Sae’s throbbing member into that delicious vice-grip again. His thrusts quickly grow erratic and urgent as he nears his peak. Letting go of Isagi’s neck, he thrusts just a few more times before groaning into the man’s collarbone, spilling his load deep inside with several powerful spurts. 

His own orgasm washes over him like a wave of fire, relief and burning pleasure all in one. That tight channel milks him for every fucking drop until he’s collapsed on the other, panting. 

Sae lays on top of Isagi, feeling boneless and spent until a soft hand pushing a stray lock of his magenta hair brings his attention back to the world. He glances up to see Isagi looking at him with a soft smile and eyes full of love. 

Slowly unsheathing himself, he climbs behind Isagi and cradles the smaller man gently in his arms, pressing firm kisses into his blue locks. 

“Mmm, look at you, all hot and sticky,” he teases, running his fingers over Isagi’s damp body. “You took me so well, baby,” he says on a more serious note, voice dropping to a soft, deep octave.  

The man in his arms chuckles lightly. “I came so hard. I’m still wrapping my head around it.” He presses his back further into Sae’s chest and pulls his arms into a closer cuddle. 

Teal eyes sparkle with amusement and fondness at the admission. “Mm, yeah, you definitely did.” His warm breath fans over Isagi’s skin as he presses a kiss to his nape. “It was so fucking hot, too.” 

The magenta-haired man continues to nuzzle and caress Isagi, savoring the intimate afterglow moment they’re sharing. 

Isagi turns suddenly, pulling Sae close to his front. His hand pulls him in from his lower back, causing him to hiss in pain at the bruise that’s still healing there. 

“Ah, sorry!” Isagi apologizes quickly. “I didn’t mean…” 

“Shh, it’s fine,” Sae interrupts. “Don’t worry about it.” The senior pulls the smaller man into his chest, tangling their limbs together as they share their warmth. 

A moment later, he feels trembling in his arms. Pulling back immediately, he sees tears welling in Isagi’s blue orbs. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He says, voice full of concern. Anxiety sweeps through him seeing the state of his lover. Was he too rough earlier? 

A warm finger brushes over Sae’s sensitive injury on his back. “I can’t believe Shidou did this to you…,” Isagi says softly, voice cracking slightly. “How could anyone want to hurt this perfect body?” 

The senior’s expression softens, his teal eyes meeting Isagi’s concerned face. “Shidou’s an asshole, plain and simple,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. “He’s just projecting his own fucked-up issues onto me.” Seeing a tear drop from Isagi’s lashes, he feels full of warmth knowing how deeply the sophomore empathizes with his pain. 

A thumb brushes the tear away. “Let’s not talk about that right now. But thank you for caring, Yoichi.” He presses a kiss to the other’s forehead to distract both of them. 

Fingers find Isagi’s hand as he interlaces them with the other. “You think my body’s perfect, hm?” He asks, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

The blueberry nuzzles into his collarbone. “Of course, I do. You’re ripped as all get out. You should see the way girls watch you play on the field,” he says with a cheesy smile, gently tracing the contours of his left oblique with a gentle touch. 

He doesn’t smile much but the compliment makes his lips twitch into a smirk. “I don’t pay attention to them,” he drawls, his voice low and playful as he nuzzles his nose into soft blue hair. “Never have, to be honest. None of them compare to you, my little blueberry.” The words are a tender murmur, filled with adoration as he tightens his hold.  

Isagi looks at him with a bashful grin, not quite sure how to respond to the silly endearment. “That again?” 

A small laugh escapes Sae’s nose. “What, you don’t like it?” he teases. “What should I call you then, Isagi?” 

The smaller man fidgets shyly for a bit. “Boyfriend would be nice.” 

As silly as it sounds, Sae feels his heart flip in his chest. Joy surges through him, knowing his feelings are reciprocated. A tight-lipped smile forms as he leans into Isagi, pressing their foreheads together. 

“Boyfriend it is, then.”

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An incessant beeping drags Sae from blissful sleep. Reaching over to his nightstand, he flicks the Monday morning alarm off with a thumb, eyes still closed and grumbling at the audacity of his digital clock. With a satisfied sigh, he settles back down before wrapping his arms around the warmth by his side. So cozy. Within a minute, his sleep-addled brain tugs him back down into slumber.

A jostle brings him out of it, and he blinks a few times. Wrapping his arms tighter, he sighs pleasantly at the warmth in his bed. 

“Sae?” A quiet voice calls out. 

“Hm?” He responds, eyes closed once more. 

“You’ve already hit snooze twice.” A gentle finger folds a lock of hair behind his ear. “Time to get up.”  

“Mmm,” he groans. “Five more minutes,” he complains, clutching Isagi closer. 

A soft chuckle is heard before Isagi pushes him away lightly. “Come on. We’ve got practice in a little under an hour.”

Blinking open more firmly this time, Sae squints at his phone screen to look at the time, frowning when he sees how late it is. The weight on the mattress shifts as Isagi climbs out first, wearing just his tight navy underwear. His dark blue hair is cutely mussed from sleep. Teal eyes follow the boy around his room as he looks for his missing clothes. Although they’re mostly just staring at his ass. 

A small grunt of discomfort comes from Isagi as he bends over to retrieve his shirt. 

“Hey, sit down for a second,” Sae offers suddenly. 

Blue eyes snap in his direction and Isagi sits down, looping his arms into the now-wrinkled shirt. Sae places a comforting hand on Isagi’s thigh, rubbing his thumb there lightly. “How are you holding up? After last night, I mean.”

A small chuckle escapes Isagi. “Ahah…I’m pretty sore, to be honest. Didn’t think it would hurt this bad…” He arches his spine into a stretch, scrunching his brows slightly. 

“I’ve got some Ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet. Take a few before you leave,” Sae says. The other nods, rising up again. 

“I guess…I’ll see you at practice?” Isagi says a little awkwardly. 

Their eyes meet for a moment and there’s a silent understanding between the two men that they can’t exactly go to practice together. 

“Yeah. Text me if the pain gets worse, okay?” The blue-haired boy nods, and just before he leaves, Sae grabs him by the wrist, pulling him back to bed for a quick peck on the lips. 

“I’ll see you in a bit.” 

—

As Sae’s cleats bite into the turf, it takes a larger effort than normal for him to steel his emotions. The routine of warming up and drilling by himself brings comfort, and the quiet morning light filtering through the clouds is rather peaceful.

He steals a glance at Isagi who’s taking point on showing some techniques to a freshman, which he very much does not want to be involved in. Training other people is not what he’s here for. 

The whistle blows to launch play, and sure enough, Isagi is on his heels like clockwork. Despite wanting to keep his eyes trained on his new lover knowing his physical state, he keeps his focus on the ball. Isagi is a grown-ass man; he can take care of himself. 

Not wanting their new dynamic to go to the blueberry’s head, Sae makes every effort to launch his passes to any player with the best position for goal-scoring, earning whines from Isagi. Silly brat. 

“Good work, Itoshi,” that familiar voice says as he trods up behind him. Practice is wrapped up quickly as they step off the field and head towards the locker rooms to shower. Their small talk is casual, not important. Sae’s not even listening; not really, just observing Isagi’s bubbly face as he goes on about some technique he’s working on. Those lips yap on and on but the only thing going through the elder Itoshi’s mind is how that even timbre had a very different pitch last night. 

“Sae—,” yes, his name. Said just like that, but a little more broken. Quivering. Pleading.

“Sae!” 

The bark breaks him out of the trance. “Hm? What.” 

“Are you even listening to me?” A short silence. Isagi’s voice drops to a hush. “I said we’re going to the admin office after this. Are you ready?” 

Oh. 

He very much was not ready. Making a formal report was bound to stir up so much shit. But Isagi was right. The only way to get that monster out of his life was to report him. The blonde devil has a few photos that could be used against him but…last time Shidou had been bluffing when he said he would pass the incriminating evidence around. This time might be the same. That fact gives him the smallest ripple of confidence. But it’s enough. 

That, and the man by his side. Isagi would stand by him.  

They pause on the sidewalk just before the locker rooms. He feels his breath catch in his throat, anticipating what’s about to happen. One glance at Isagi gives him some reassurance. There’s nothing but surety and determination in his teammate’s dark blue depths. 

“Yeah… let’s do it.” 

—

As Sae presses the damning words onto paper, he feels a strange sense of calm wash over him. The burden of living under the blonde devil’s thumb was lightening with each sure stroke of the black pen. Soon, very soon, Shidou Ryusei of Blue Lock would be no more. 

Shidou Ryusei has been verbally, physically, psychologically, and sexually abusing me for weeks. He raped me twice, on dates ⣿⣿⣿ and ⣿⣿⣿. The first time was behind the Science building, the second was in my dorm room. He has blackmailed me with photos taken during the sexual assaults. He has texted me harassing texts. He has verbally abused me. He has physically struck me many times, and choked me to the point of unconsciousness. 

Itoshi Sae

The note is simple, straightforward. As he reviews the neat handwriting, he starts questioning if this approach is honestly going to work. The only proof he has are the previous text messages still stored in his phone. For a moment, he wonders if deleting that first photo was a good idea. Well shit, too late now. 

Isagi waits patiently at the door as Sae takes care to write the note outside of his view. The information inside would all be public knowledge soon, anyway. For now, what the sophomore doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

Folding the piece of paper in half, he places it inside an envelope and walks up to the receptionist. After a brief discussion, she takes the report and instructs Sae to return two days later on Wednesday to discuss the details of his report with the superintendent. 

And just like that, Sae and Isagi are walking out the door. 

“All good?” Isagi pipes up. 

“Yeah…I guess that’s it,” Sae responds with a sigh. He gently bumps shoulders with Isagi as they walk to the cafe for lunch. “Thanks for…helping me out with this,” he says, voice a little tight. “I’m not sure if I would've had the courage to do this by myself.” It’s an honest statement but the vulnerability in it makes Isagi turn his head. 

“‘Course,” he smiles back. “Feel free to lean on me a little more, Sae. I’m here for you, now.” 

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Sae’s lips. His fingers thread through Isagi’s and a warmth settles over him when the other turns his hand to hold his as they walk down the sidewalk.

Just as quickly, the tender moment is cut short when Sae jerks his hand out of Isagi’s grasp. 

“Ah, sorry,” Sae starts. “We haven’t really discussed ‘us’ much yet.” 

The blueberry turns his head. “What do you mean?” 

“Eh… have you come out to your friends yet? I’m not sure if you wanna be caught holding my hand, you know.” His teal eyes bore into Isagi, wary of his new lover’s nonchalant attitude about most things.

The question makes Isagi hum as he glances up at the cloudy sky, thinking. “Not yet, but I don't see a problem with it.” 

Sae quirks a disbelieving brow at Isagi. “Hey, man, you haven’t forgotten what happened to me a few weeks ago, have you?” 

The pointed question makes Isagi frown. “Of course not. I was the one that helped you out of that mess with Otoya, remember?” 

A sigh escapes Sae. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying that you don’t need to put yourself through all that just to go public with me. I’ve been dealing with this shit since I came out way back in high school. We can just keep this between us, if that’s easier for you.” 

The shorter man stops walking suddenly, clutching his duffel bag in his grip. “But I don’t…want that,” he says softly. “You’re my boyfriend, right? I don’t want to hide that part of myself, especially not from my friends.” 

His own footsteps halt as he listens to the slight desperation in Isagi’s voice. Of course, Sae was his first relationship. It made sense that he didn’t want to hide it. “Alright,” he concedes, reaching out his hand and grasping Isagi’s once more. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

They quickly make their way to the cafe, Isagi humming excitedly by his side. It’s peak lunch hour so the hall is bustling with students, much to Sae’s dismay.  Grabbing his food, he spots that blue head of hair in a corner sitting at a table with several people, one of which he doesn’t recognize. Ugh, just great. 

He settles in silently by Isagi, keeping his stoic expression planted on his tray. The conversation quiets as he interrupts it with his appearance. 

“Hey, man,” Kunigami says. “Oh, yeah, you haven’t met the whole group yet, have you?” 

Teal eyes glance up and take in the people seated at the table. He knows Isagi’s friend Bachira, who’s currently scarfing down pizza like a man starved. The orange-haired man sitting on the opposite corner is that annoying football player, another sophomore. His gaze settles on the only unknown: a pretty woman with a long ponytail of red hair who’s scrolling on her phone disinterestedly. 

“This is my girlfriend, Chigiri,” Kunigami introduces. Her eyes glance up at the mention of her name. “She’s a sophomore on the volleyball team.” She’s looking at Sae now, her red eyes observing him with mild curiosity. He’s never been interested in women but she is rather striking, with the soft features reminiscent of a princess but the unusual height of a female volleyball player. 

Sae just acknowledges her with a nod, picking up his fork and starting on his lunch. Yoichi seems to have a pretty tight-knit group of friends all within the same year as him. Makes sense, considering how sociable the blueberry is.  

“Chigiri, this is Itoshi Sae,” Bachira cuts in, talking with his mouth full of cheese and pepperoni. “He’s a senior. Pretty prickly if you ask me!” 

Her eyes suddenly glance to Kunigami, excitement creeping into her voice. “Wait, this is who you were talking about?” 

The football player grins. “Yeah! The one and only.” 

Sae makes no outward response other than rolling his eyes as he continues to eat his food. As usual, his reputation precedes him. The couple sitting across from him talk a little too excitedly and he makes every attempt to ignore them. 

Despite sitting on the edge of the booth, he can hear Bachira’s stupid voice whispering to Isagi, nuzzling right next to his best friend conspiratorially. “So Yoichi, how come you’ve gotten all cozy with the older Itoshi brother lately? Even Rin doesn’t seem to know why.” Isagi laughs a little dryly. “Ah, wait! Lemme guess, you’re really trying to devour his techniques in soccer, huh? Because he’s the best?” The brunette has his yellow eyes peeled on Isagi, practically bouncing in his seat. 

The blue-haired man stops eating, tilting his head at the statement. “Well, that much was true, at first, I guess.”  He brings a hand to the back of his head, scratching it a little nervously. “We started dating yesterday, actually.” 

Silence falls over the table. Kunigami drops his fork and it clatters loudly against the plate. 

A wry laugh escapes Chigiri. Eyes turn on her and Kunigami elbows her in the ribs. “Ow!” She glares at her boyfriend. “Wait, shit, Isagi, are you being serious?” 

The man in question glances away awkwardly, face flushing red in embarrassment. 

“Whaaaaat?!” Bachira screeches, grabbing Isagi’s shoulders and shaking him. “You?! And the ace of the entire soccer department?” Sae watches with mild amusement as Isagi’s head just lolls around. 

“Yes, Meguru, good heavens stop it!” Isagi replies with a cracked smile, pushing his friend off.

The eyes around the table seem to bore into Sae now, making him feel a bit squeamish at the attention. He tries to focus on eating, eager to get out of here already. 

“Bachira, looks like you’re the only single one left in the group,” Kunigami teases, pointing a fork at him. The brunette pouts, sticking his tongue out in response. 

“I’m impressed, Isagi,” Chigiri cuts into the conversation. “You got yourself quite a catch. I never thought our little Yoichi would finally…” her statement dies off as she looks at him with a puzzled expression. 

The sudden quiet at the table makes everyone’s eyes follow Chigiri’s. Just above the neckline of Isagi’s cotton shirt, a few red marks peek out by his collarbone. Little red divots make for an obvious bite mark. Even Sae glances over, chuckling slightly when he recalls the obscene memory. Isagi glances down at himself before lighting up like a tomato, adjusting his shirt to hide the mark quickly. 

Bachira makes a pathetic cry, throwing himself into Isagi’s arms. “Nooo!! Isagi, you’ve truly left me behind. Waaahh- ” 

Kunigami grins widely, crossing his large arms over his chest. “Hey! Good for you, man.” 

Chigiri smiles softly, flicking a lock of red hair over her shoulder. “More like ‘about time.’” Her eyes train on Sae, who’s been silent throughout the rowdy conversation. “Didn’t you just start dating? You work fast.” 

“I’m not responding to that,” Sae says flatly, finishing his food and pushing the plate aside. 

“Hmm-” the woman coos, obviously disappointed that Sae didn’t take the bait. She folds her hands neatly under her chin. “The ace of the team, huh? Isagi, my sweet summer child, why on earth did you pick Itoshi of all people?” 

Okay, rude. 

Isagi is picking at his food, his olive skin still flushed in embarrassment at being put on the spot so much. Sae keeps his expression guarded as he quietly waits to hear his boyfriend’s response to the inquiry. “Ah…Sae’s a great guy, once you get to know him. His footwork and counter-dribbling on the field are so graceful. I’ve never seen someone with such a beautiful playing style.” 

The unexpected compliment makes Sae’s magenta brows raise slightly, but he doesn’t comment. Sweet little blueberry. He’ll have to reward Isagi for that later. 

“No, I mean like, what else?” Chigiri presses. 

Isagi hums in thought. “He’s always been the harshest critic on the field, but to be honest it made my skills accelerate much faster since I came to Blue Lock. I’m the only sophomore on the permanent rotation, after all. I’m not even sure if I’ve ever heard the words ‘good job’ come out of his mouth,” he says without any hint of sarcasm.  

Nevermind. Reward redacted. 

“God, is soccer all you think about?” Chigiri teases. “What drew you to him as a partner, Isagi?” 

Isagi fidgets a bit, pondering the question. “I dunno. We seem to get along really well. I can read every one of his moves on the field, and it translates to how we interact, somewhat.” He looks up, thinking. “But as far as what drew me in…oh, his six-pack, I guess.” 

Bachira and Chigiri both fold over into the table, clamoring. “Whaaat? I wanna see!” “Move, Meguru, me first!” 

Teal eyes fall on Isagi, clearly vexed. Isagi only looks back at him with a sheepish grin. “Really?” Sae’s annoyed voice says. He glances at the two sophomores who are fumbling over each other just to get closer. 

“Uhh…just this once? Please?” Isagi says, pressing his hands together to ask for the unspoken  favor. It’s such a stupid request but Sae sighs. Not like there’s any harm in it. 

He lifts a corner of his shirt just far up enough to expose his chiseled abs and one half of his obliques. Surprised murmurs and silly remarks go around the table before Sae quickly covers himself back up. 

“Wowww! Isagi, honestly, I get it now,” Chigi’s voice comments with a sly grin. “He’s hot as fuck.” Kunigami glares at his girlfriend, earning him a half-hearted apology. 

Even Bachira seems perplexed. “No wonder you can perform those long-driven passes so well. That kinda core strength is insane.” He stares at Sae with newfound interest. “How many sit ups can you do in one sitting?” 

Finally, a normal fucking question. His posture remains relaxed, a hint of smugness creeping into his voice. “A few hundred, no problem.” 

Bachira blanches at his response. 

“Hey, that’s so not fair,” Isagi complains. “I can barely get past a hundred.” 

Sae turns to his boyfriend, laying his chin in a palm. He reaches out and tucks a blue lock of hair behind Isagi’s ear, slightly amused at Chigiri’s eyes glued to the intimate gesture. “That’s great for a sophomore. Keep working hard and you’ll get to my level eventually.” It was supposed to be encouragement but accidentally came out a little condescending. 

Isagi folds his arms, huffing. “Of course I will. I won’t be playing in your shadow forever, Sae.” 

The magenta-haired man hums, training his eyes on Isagi with the smallest smile. “We’ll see about that, Yoichi.” 

The conversation flows naturally as the group of sophomores get into a not-so-riveting discussion about who’s currently dating who in the volleyball circles. Yet Sae doesn’t seem to mind sitting at their table, half-listening as he starts scrolling through socials on his phone. Isagi’s friends are a bit obnoxious, but they seem genuine, somehow. And most importantly, they don’t force him to chip into the conversation when he doesn’t care to. 

The comfortable atmosphere seems to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces when Sae’s eyes catch the blonde devil walking out into the food hall, joining some unknown men on the other side. His teal eyes are trained on Shidou, never having seen the man in a casual setting before. His rigid posture must give him away because the table falls quiet once again, others glancing over and following his line of sight. 

“Are you looking at Karasu or Shidou?” Chigiri says suddenly. “What, you don’t get along with the frat guys?” Kunigami shifts uncomfortably next to his girlfriend, unable to stop her blabbing in time. Sae picks up on the orange-haired man’s demeanor immediately. The fact that he knows about the rumors surrounding him and Shidou hasn’t escaped him.

Sae’s jaw clenches. “Oh, we get along just fine,” he lies through his teeth. It probably sounds too sarcastic for anyone to believe him. Tension seems to simmer beneath his skin, the threat of Shidou’s presence completely derailing him. 

A warm hand presses into Sae’s thigh under the table and he glances at Isagi, who’s looking at him with concern etched on his face. An understanding passes between the two men. 

“We’re gonna head out,” Isagi says firmly, glancing at his phone. “Sae has class in half an hour.” 

It’s a smooth lie and Sae is grateful for it. Slipping out of the booth, the sophomores say their goodbyes as Isagi and Sae quickly leave the food hall. It takes every ounce of willpower for Sae to resist glancing back over his shoulder. Those malignant pink eyes are ghosting him; he just knows it.

—

Later that afternoon, Sae keeps his eyes glued to the whiteboard for most of the math lecture. It’s no issue for him keeping up with the professor’s explanation of advanced calculus, having taken advanced math back in high school. The key formulas are jotted down in neat columns as he takes diligent notes. 

A buzzing in his pocket momentarily breaks his concentration. 

Douchecanoe

hey babycakes. haven’t heard from u in a while

His blood runs cold at the text message. Shidou was blocked, wasn’t he? He hasn’t heard from the blond devil in almost two weeks. But…he was blocked, wasn’t he?! Completely ignoring the lecture, his thumb flies through his text message settings. 

He’s unblocked. 

A nervous hand pulls at his magenta locks as his racing mind struggles to keep up with what’s going on. It must’ve been when he was unconscious the last time Shidou came into his dorm. That shithead went through his phone and unblocked himself. 

A ping.

Douchecanoe

loved seeing my pretty little lashes play last sat. ur a real hotshot ain’t ya?

-

the volleyball girls won’t shut up about you

-

i gave one girl ur number for fifty bucks lmao. just block her for me. you’ll do that, won’t you sweetpea?

-

did you see my winning touchdown on sunday? It was fking wild

God, no, not this again. He won’t be able to deal with this nonsense. The blonde devil always texts him the dumbest shit. He won’t even put everything into the same text, blowing his phone up with a barrage of notifications. It’s frustrating beyond measure.

He makes a point to not respond, as per usual. The incessant texts keep flooding in and out of a previously well-placed fear, he makes sure to read every one. 

Douchecanoe

did u see them dumping gatorade on me after the game? it was so fucking cold. 🥶 i might be sick

-

if i get sick can u put on a cute lil nurse outfit for me

He’s not exactly sure why, but his fingers start moving across the keyboard of their own accord. It seems stupid to text the blonde devil after weeks of ignoring him, but he’s at the end of his rope. The report on Shidou won’t be finalized for a few days, at least. Who knows how long he might remain on campus before getting expelled. Shit, even Isagi might be in danger. That thought makes him suddenly queasy. 

Sae

Stop texting me.

Douchecanoe

aww why’s that sae-chan? i like texting u

He stares at the message. How the hell is he supposed to respond to that? A moment passes before he grits his teeth and flips his phone facedown. Focusing on class is more important right now. 

Ten minutes pass as Sae keeps writing notes down. The mundane content is a welcome distraction. 

Then his phone vibrates again. Reluctantly, he flips it over. 

Douchecanoe

u ghosting me bitch? 

Fuck. Not good. Why did he think texting him in the first place was a good idea? 

Sae

Just leave me alone. 

Douchecanoe

hell nah. I’ll be by later, sae-chan 

Reading the casual words on the digital screen feels like a death sentence. Just when he thinks Shidou might be out of his life soon, he has to stroll right in, stirring shit up again. God fucking damnit. 

A cold sweat breaks out on his pale skin. The neat handwriting in his notebook seems to blur slightly as panic and bile build in his throat. 

His phone doesn’t buzz for the rest of the lecture. 

—

The afternoon passes as Sae skips his workout and goes straight to his dorm. He checks the lock three times before settling onto his bed, bringing a pillow into his lap. 

What the hell is he supposed to do? The idea of texting his boyfriend flashes through his mind before he shakes it away. There’s not a chance in hell he’s going to involve Isagi in this. Shidou will get what’s coming to him….soon, hopefully. 

He plays some drivel on Netflix to take his mind off things. An action movie. The volume’s loud, but it’s not loud enough. 

Tap taptaptap.

With agonizing slowness, he pauses the movie. He walks towards his door, his mind racing with possibilities. The first time, Shidou went away. The second, he let the monster inside. What’s going to happen this time? 

Steeling his nerves, he clenches and unclenches his fists. 

He’s safe here. 

No matter what, don’t open the door. 

“Sae-chan,” a mocking voice sounds. “It’s me. Open up.” 

He swallows his terror as his fumbling brain tries to think of a response. Dread pools in his stomach.

“How did you unblock yourself on my phone?” He calls out sharply. 

“It was last week,” Shidou responds without missing a beat. “While you were taking a little nap. Couldn’t even figure that much out? Or are you just as dumb as you are pretty?” 

The offhanded insult quickly turns his fear into rage. He kicks the locked door, sending it rattling on the hinges. “FUCK you, Shidou. I’m not letting you in. Now, or ever again,” he yells. 

There’s a silence following his sudden outburst. 

“And why’s that?” Shidou questions. His voice drops lower, barely audible through the locked door. “Don’t you miss my fat cock as much as I miss your tight little hole? I ain’t gonna hurt ya if you play nice with me. Come ooooon, Sae-chan.” The blonde devil seems to have worked himself into a frenzy standing outside in the hallway. “I just can’t stay away, I’m afraid. Been too busy with football practice to come stuff my little baby full like he needs. But I’m—”

“SHUT UP!!” Sae screeches. “Fuck OFF, Shidou!! I’m not letting you in.” 

He stomps back to his bed, turning the television back on. He taps up on the volume knocker so many times that the disgusting lewd shit spewing out of Shidou’s mouth is background noise. The blonde devil can surely hear that he’s blocking him out with the deafening volume. Still, murmurs go on and on for several minutes before they finally cease. Laying on the bed, he clutches a pillow to himself, scared shitless despite the safety of his locked door. 

His phone pings. It’s not like he has the self control to not look at it. 

Douchecanoe

ur funeral

—

The next day, Sae makes every attempt to fall back into his usual routine. Morning practice, an early lunch with his increasingly touch-starved boyfriend, afternoon classes, then hitting the gym in the late afternoon. Just a normal Tuesday. 

Despite Isagi’s comforting presence, the familiar feeling of dread has already seeped back into Sae’s bones. Anxious energy radiates from every fiber of his being, although he keeps a straight face in front of his teammates. Old habits seem to die hard, and Sae finds himself checking his six again every time he leaves his dorm, a classroom, honestly anywhere for that matter. Even the restrooms. 

Just in case, he’s added campus security to his phone’s contact list on speed-dial. Let that fucker try something in public again and see what happens. 

The day passes without issue and Sae walks into the campus gym, grabbing one of the free water bottles they always keep at the front. Airpods in and music already humming in his ears, he ignores the receptionist and heads straight for the locker room. 

He sets his stuff down on a bench to go take a quick piss. Returning, he places his duffel bag  into a locker and spins the lock’s dial, making doubly sure that it’s secure. Armed with just his phone and water bottle, he steps out onto the black and blue mat to begin warming up. 

The familiarity of his pre-workout stretches finally eases him somewhat. He rolls his neck and shoulders to work out any lingering tension before moving to the treadmill first. It’s his favorite workout to be honest; it’s a pretty mindless activity, allowing him to lose himself in the music while he pounds away the minutes. “Venus in Gemini” by dezi thrums in his ears as sweat begins to bead his brow. He pushes himself hard, setting the speed to a challenging but manageable pace.

The cardio is a welcome reset, and he chugs half of his water as sweat trickles down his temple. Moving onto weights, he works through a series of weighted squats and leg presses. He utilizes slow, controlled movements, yet his body seems more sluggish than usual. It’s not a big deal, it’s probably because he skipped his afternoon workout yesterday. 

Despite pushing through, he only makes it three-quarters through his usual leg set before his trembling muscles decide enough is enough. Ugh, how lukewarm. Whatever. Everyone has off days. 

He moves into his core workout. Now this, he was looking forward to. Grabbing an exercise ball, he moves into a series of graceful planks. Despite the punchy bassline in his ears, his focus drifts to a welcome recent distraction. Isagi seems so enamored with his physique, and it makes him want to push himself harder in the gym. He counts down the seconds of his long-held plank, remembering fondly how Isagi’s fingers would graze his obliques with the gentlest touch. 

As he lowers himself back to the mat, he grimaces when he feels a sudden headache come on. Ugh, why now? He only ever gets headaches from being dehydrated, so he reaches for more water. Climbing back onto the ball, he starts going through abdominal curls. He only gets through half of his set when he starts slowing down, feeling overly drained.

Suddenly, his headache worsens when a dizzy spell rushes him. His ass slips off the ball and he clutches his forehead. “Ack …fuck.” 

God, it fucking hurts . He clutches his forehead sitting on the mat, curling into himself slightly. The stress from everything must have caught up to him physically.

A woman comes up to him, saying something unintelligible. He pulls an earbud out of his ear, an eye closed tightly in discomfort. “Huh? What?” 

“Are you alright, sir?” The receptionist says. What was her name again? He’s never talked to her before. 

“Yeah. Just a headache,” he says dismissively. A moment passes before she says something, but it just sounds garbled. She walks away. 

He keeps his hand planted on his forehead, rocking slightly and wishing the headache would just pass already. This is so embarrassing. Opening his eyes, he peers at his hand. His vision is blurring. Placing a hand on the mat, he forces himself to his feet. 

The fluorescent lighting turns into a patchwork of moving lights as he glances around, completely disoriented. Despite the confusion sweeping through his body, his instincts scream that he needs to get out of here, now . Stepping towards the locker room, his sense of balance shifts completely as his vision swims and he tumbles ungracefully to the floor. 

All he sees are shifting colors while he hears more garbled voices. Through bleary eyes, he can vaguely make out concerned faces hovering above him. They’re murmuring incoherently, but he makes out the receptionist's shrill voice mentioning the nurse’s office. 

Nausea sweeps through him as the blocks of light shift and he feels weightless. Strong arms cradle him before everything finally goes dark and his consciousness slips away.  

—

Several hours pass as Shidou Ryusei burns through his cigarettes, watching his pretty little lashes out of the corner of his eye as he scrolls on his phone. Tendrils of smoke curl around his jawline, the minutes passing by. God, how long is the man gonna be out for? He curses under his breath as he thumbs through Google, wondering if he used too much. 

What an annoying approach. Itoshi was always so fucking on-guard that it made getting close to the guy damn-near impossible. Even knowing all of Sae’s class schedules, practices, and time preferences for going to the gym and cafe didn’t make it any easier. 

Feeling impatient, he stubs out what’s left of his cigarette on the outdoor balcony. The glass door slides open and he’s greeted with Sae’s sprawled form, still sleeping on his bed. He walks up and sits on the bed, curling one leg into himself as he drinks in the sight before him. Sae is wearing an athletic white v-neck that falls just right on his collarbones. The way the ivory fabric bunches and creases makes him want to peel it back, and so he does. Just a little, he pulls the fabric down to expose some of Sae’s perfectly clear skin. 

Long lashes flutter slightly as he stirs. Shidou freezes at the sudden movement, but the other settles back in with a relaxed face. 

Exhaling quietly, Shidou glances at Sae’s sleeping form. He looks so peaceful, lower lashes grazing his cheeks. The sheen of sweat dried on Sae’s skin over an hour ago, leaving just the lingering scent of his earlier workout. Without a care, he leans in, inhaling deeply. It’s a musky scent that would normally be off-putting, but there’s a hint of old cologne clinging to Sae’s clothes. Shidou can’t quite place it; it’s probably some expensive brand he’s never heard of. But it’s nice.

Pulling back, anticipation pricks at him. Chaotic energy hums just beneath the surface of Shidou’s skin, waiting to be set free in an explosion. 

Just a little longer. 

As much fun as fucking him while unconscious sounds, Shidou will wait. 

These past few weeks, he’d been patient. Always giving Sae plenty of room. Hell, he’d even resisted blowing his phone up again until the other day. A true gentleman. Mhm. 

Unable to resist, Shidou’s fingers reach out and card through magenta locks. God, it’s so soft. The strands are so thick; they must be really easy to style. His fingers explore Sae’s scalp, feeling a small sense of superiority in knowing what Sae feels like where others can’t see. It’s rather smooth, maybe just a bump or two. 

Oh? There’s a small section that feels stubbly, where new hair growth is coming in. Shidou smiles, realizing that’s where a section of hair had been yanked out. Stupid little Sae. Who pulls their own hair out? 

The man under him stirs slightly, and Shidou instinctively pulls his hand back. 

Teal eyes slowly blink open, still hazy with drug-induced sleep. His brows furrow in confusion as he tries to focus on his surroundings.

Fear. That’s the only word Shidou can use to describe Sae’s face as he registers the man before him. Sae glances around the room, scurrying backwards on the bed. 

“Hey, hey, no need to freak out, man,” Shidou says casually, leaning back from his sitting position on the bed. 

Sae stares at him incredulously. “What’s going on? Why am I here?” 

Shidou tilts his head at him. “I brought you back to my place so we could have a little fun. You’ve really been giving me the run-around, Sae-chan.” His pink eyes lock onto Sae’s, intense and unblinking.

He stares at him with a mixture of horror and confusion. “You’re shitting me.” 

He shrugs. “Nah, man. Been waiting for your dumbass to wake up for hours.” He creeps forward on the bed slightly, causing Sae to shift back more. “So come on, I ain’t got all day.” 

“Shidou, I’m not going to let you fuck me again!” Sae says exasperated. “Seriously! I’m done with this shit!” 

Ugh. Why is he being so difficult? 

“Don’t gimme that, lashes. I always make you feel real good, don’t I?” He responds. “You make the prettiest face when you cum, Sae-chan~” He moves forward, caging Sae’s body under his own. The other man goes rigid at the close proximity. Shidou leans forward, breathing the words into Sae’s ear. “Don’t struggle this time, sweetpea,” he says darkly. “I don’t want to hurt you again, but I will if I have to.” 

The man under him seems frozen. “How did…I end up here?” He asks. It’s quiet, fearful. 

It takes a moment before Shidou formulates a response. He could lie, but the real answer is far too fun not to share. “I swapped your water bottle in the gym while you were taking a piss,” he says with a small smile. “God, you wouldn’t believe how fucking hard it was trying to find that shit. Karasu really had to pull some strings for me.” 

There’s a silence that falls over Sae and it amuses Shidou somewhat watching the different emotions play across his face in quick succession.

“You roofied me?!” Sae shrieks. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I could’ve actually gotten injured!” 

“Hah!” Shidou barks out. “Yeah, I’m honestly glad you got on the treadmill first. If you’d done cardio last, you’d have gone flying off the machine when you passed out. That would’ve been fucking hilarious.” 

“This isn’t funny!” Sae shouts. 

Shidou frowns. “I think it’s funny.” 

Hands press against Shidou’s broad chest, trying to push him off. “Well it’s not!” Sae remarks, pushing and not accomplishing much. Shidou’s hand comes up and grabs Sae’s wrist firmly but not hard, pulling it aside. 

“Stop whining about it like a little bitch,” Shidou responds. “Maybe if you’d just let me into your dorm the other night, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

He smiles. “That’s the plan.” His hand snakes up Sae’s white shirt, grazing his abdomen. Sae freezes again. 

“Please, stop…” 

“Nope.” 

He pulls the shirt up, pressing kisses into Sae’s abdomen and worshipping his body with his mouth and tongue. The pale skin tastes slightly salty and he laps at it eagerly. Glancing up, Shidou can see it’s already affecting Sae, his brows scrunched together in a mixture of irritation and confusion. He moves up, popping a nipple into his mouth and pinching the other while keeping his eyes trained on Sae’s pretty face as it screws up at the sudden sensation. Heh. Just this much and he’s already falling apart at the seams. 

Do guys even like having their nipples sucked? A small whimper escapes Sae which answers his question pretty quickly. Shidou has fun slobbing on it for a while before his hand snakes down and palms Sae’s growing erection through his mesh shorts. 

He notices Sae’s glance to the door in his room. 

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he cuts in harshly. “Do I need to cuff you again?” 

“Fuck….please….” Sae looks pathetic, like he’s fighting back tears. “Just get this over with quickly. I really fucking hate you.” 

Shidou’s pink eyes light up in delight at the dubious consent. “Alright,” Shidou responds, palming Sae’s full erection through the shorts. “God, I’ve been dying for this.” He shoves his face into Sae’s abdomen, nuzzling his body and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist. Fuck, he’s already so hard. 

He leans up to kiss Sae but a hand juts between their faces to stop him. “I don’t care what you do, but don’t kiss me, you asswipe.” 

He grins. “Damn, alright.” If it means he can have his fun with Sae, sure, whatever. 

“Since you’re in such a hurry, roll over. Ass up.” They work their pants off in the subsequent shuffling of bodies as Sae complies with a permanent frown. 

Shidou’s fingers fumble with the packaging on a new bottle of lube. Tossing the plastic on the floor, he drizzles the cool slippery liquid onto his fingers and smears it around. The bed dips as Shidou settles in and he’s more than happy to get right to work. Sae whimpers cutely he smears the cool lubrication fucking everywhere, getting him all nice and glossy. A finger slips in and mmm, it's so warm and tight, just like always. 

The warm channel clenches around his finger, obviously delighted. 

He glides his finger in and out steadily, holding Sae’s hip with his free hand. Although Sae’s face is planted in the pillows, he reads every one of his muffled whimpers and groans like it’s a treasure map leading to gold. He knows exactly how fast he can open up Sae’s pretty ass, and plunges in a second finger as soon as the slut’s ready.

“Ahh…fuck…” Sae’s voice is a hoarse, desperate moan as Shidou quickly works his two digits inside. Curling his fingers and finding that sweet spot, he knows he’s there when Sae’s body arches, hips dragging back to meet his meaty fingers that are stuffing him full just like he needs. 

“There you go,” Shidou encourages, circling and massaging that spot that drives his lashes crazy. The man under him is trembling like crazy, so Shidou keeps going, working his fingers into a frenzy. He’s finger fucking him hard now, obscene sounds filling the room as he drags his fingers along Sae’s prostate with every brush. 

“Hngh–!” Sae wordlessly grunts as he spills his seed onto the bed sheets, his muscles rippling with the sudden rush. Damn, he came just from that? 

“I know you said to make things quick but damn, Sae. You’re getting ahead of yourself today.”

“Shut it, demon.” 

Hehe. 

Sae slumps down to the bed, panting lightly with his eyes closed. God, he looks so pretty like this, all tangled up in his sheets. He really is in a league above all the women Shidou’s fucked in the past. Firm hips, small waist, and a perfect ass that’s got Shidou running circles like a dog in heat. Honestly, drugging someone is pretty fucking wild, even by his standards. Damn, he’s whipped. 

But Sae is worth it. 

His brain keeps gushing with lewd nonsense at finally having his Sae beneath him again. How should he fuck him this time? Doggy style? Hmm…he needs something that would really get the magenta-haired man screaming. Think, man, think. 

“You gonna sit there with your dick in your hand all night?” Sae’s harsh tone says, breaking his trance. 

He grins. “Course not. I just can’t decide how—”

His statement dies off immediately as his eyes zero in on Sae’s turned neck. There’s a faint purple mark there just below his ear; couldn’t be more than a day or two old. 

What. The actual. Fuck. 

Sae notices his sudden silence and turns his head in confusion just as Shidou yanks him up by the shoulder. Examining it closer, it’s definitely a hickey. Before his brain can even process it, he’s already gone haywire. Someone else fucked him. 

The grip on Sae’s shoulder tightens hard enough to really hurt, making Sae yelp. “W…what?”

“What the fuck is this?” Shidou says darkly, his voice low and ominous. “You think you can sleep around on me? God, really you are a fucking whore.” 

Those teal eyes widen when he realizes he’s been caught. “I-I didn’t…” he stammers pathetically. 

“Who?” Shidou shouts. He’s fucking livid. He doesn’t play with his toy for just 2 weeks and Sae’s already… Fuck fuck fuck. Thoughts start jumbling together as he tries to think. All the people that Sae knows, his teammates, his classmates. He always eats alone in the cafe but lately…

“Wait, it was blue-haired twink, wasn’t it?” His grip shakes Sae’s shoulder roughly. 

Sae’s body goes rigid, telling Shidou everything he needs to know. 

Shidou’s emotions are teetering on the edge of a precipice, a crazed vibrato creeping into his voice. “And here I was, being so nice to you. You cum all over yourself every time I fuck you silly, and this is how you repay me? Fucking another dude right under my goddamn nose?” 

Sae jerks his shoulder out of Shidou’s grip, shuffling backwards on the bed. “Look, I’m sorry, alright?!” 

“Yeah fucking right,” Shidou grits out. He grabs one of Sae’s ankles and yanks hard enough to bruise, pulling him under his large frame. God, he’s furious. Why does Sae have to do this to him? Why can’t he just be a cute little fucktoy and not run around causing problems? His fingers are twitching with the urge to just lash out and choke him. 

A firm hand jerks Sae’s ankle to the side and Shidou slides a knee in, prying his legs apart further. Seeing his intentions, Sae’s face falls a bit and he stops resisting. Good. At least he knows what’s coming to him. 

“P-please…” Sae pleads. It’s a broken whisper, fresh tears bubbling up in those teal eyes. 

Shidou reaches down and gives his cock a few good tugs to get him going again. “Don’t even start with the waterworks. Ain’t gonna help you now.” He pauses for a moment. “I might consider being merciful if you show me how much you regret it,” he purrs dangerously, trailing his fingers up Sae’s inner thigh. “So come on then, convince me why I shouldn’t punish you properly.”  

Sae looks like he’s starting the shut down completely. He doesn’t form a response, and Shidou can’t tell if he’s choking up or just refusing to respond. Tch . Figures. 

A sharp whimper escapes Sae’s throat as Shidou’s thick cock breaches him, the initial push forcing Sae’s back to arch slightly. Sae’s already loosened up thanks to him, so he just plows in. Despite his anger, that familiar snug feeling wrapping his cock up like a gift forces a groan out of his throat. Fuck , this feels so good. He won’t get lost in it, though. He’s still pissed. 

Pressing in deep and placing his hands on Sae’s shoulders, he sets a hard, punishing pace. “You fucking…” he grunts, “whore.” His hips drive forward, each thrust pounding into Sae like a cruel, merciless hammer. “You deserve to be treated like this.” 

He looks so fucking pitiful and broken now, tear tracks making their way down his pretty cheeks. “N-no… please…” 

“Shut the fuck up with your please bullshit,” Shidou says, his thrusts relentless. “The only thing you should be pleading for right now is my cock.” 

Cries turn into incoherent whimpers as Shidou continues to ravage him. Sweat is already beading on his brow from his exertion. His hands move to Sae’s hips, angling in higher. The new angle hits the other man just right and forces a strangled moan from Sae.

Shidou smirks. “Atta boy. Get off on my cock, I know you love it rough.” 

Sae’s hand suddenly clamps over his mouth as if he hadn’t realized what he’d done. “N-no… I don’t…” It’s a broken, futile protest. They’re both drowning in the perverse pleasure already, and Shidou knows it. 

A leg wraps around his back as Sae brings himself into a more comfortable position, finally succumbing to his own pleasure. Shidou slows his pace a bit, working his cock in shallow thrusts. He keeps it there, nice and shallow, dragging his thick cockhead right along Sae’s prostate. It’s a good idea, too, because it turns Sae inside out; he’s cockdrunk already, eyes slipping half-shut and pleased rumbles falling out of his mouth.

God, it’s such a beautiful sight. Itoshi Sae belongs to him in this fleeting moment. His pleasure, his pain, his everything. 

And he would give it all to him, over and over. 

Because this is what they are. 

Just as Sae starts slipping too much into ecstasy, Shidou’s here to bring him right back out of it. 

Sae’s cock is already leaking pre-cum again and Shidou’s arm shifts to wrap a hand around it. It’s so perfect, but this is supposed to be a punishment. 

“It’s okay, babycakes,” Shidou murmurs low, his hand stroking Sae in time with his even pace. “Only you could get off while being raped.” 

It breaks Sae out of his trance in a split second, his eyes going wide while his brows scrunch in a  confused grimace. But his cock only twitches in Shidou’s hand, his body responding to his words even if Sae doesn’t yet understand his position. He leans in closer, voice heavy with sin to speak his honest-to-god truth. 

“You were made for me. Made to be used and fucked by me.” 

“A-ahh…” The other can only respond with a broken, anguished moan. Shidou’s hips start driving in more deliberately, almost lovingly as he cherishes his plaything in his most favorite way—fucking the dumb right out of his pretty little brain. 

His grip tightens slightly on Sae’s cock as he keeps a steady pace, happy to keep working over his pillow princess. The waves of pleasure seem to wash over Sae, his eyes blinking slowly, mouth parted slightly. Soft groans escape out of his mouth in a steady stream, gravely and desperate. He’s clearly trying to hold the volume back and it's so cute at how pitiful he is at it. And fuck, it feels good for Shidou, too. That warmth is clenching him in time with his thrusts now and it takes a lot of willpower for Shidou to not just start jackhammering away and blow his load. 

He thumbs at the heavy cock in his hand, rubbing against the red of the engorged tip. It’s so swollen and Sae’s cock is getting harder in his hand by the second. 

Oh, no. 

No, no. 

The fingertip slides down to press hard against the pulsing frenulum, stopping any chance of another unanticipated orgasm. 

“Beg me for it.”

Teal eyes snap to him, obviously bitter. 

Heh. The slut has begged him once before; he’ll do it again. 

“P-please…” Sae’s voice is desperate, pushed from his throat with obvious effort. Shidou keeps driving into him at the perfect angle and even pace, his thumb cruelly jabbing into his erection.

“Please what, babe?” His thrusts slow down now. Slow, torturous. “Tell me what you really want. You want my hot cum deep inside you, yeah? Say it.” 

His fingers that still dig into Sae’s hips catch the shudder traveling through Sae’s body at his words. Fuck, that’s hot. 

“Fuck, Shidou… ngh,” Sae glances away, his thoughts clearly warring in his dumb little brain. “Why do you always have to pull this shit right at the end?” 

Shidou’s hips keep slowly thrusting into Sae’s warm gooey channel. He smirks, amused with Sae’s complaint. “Because it’s fun,” he says. “Now say it, slut. Or I can just keep edging you like this, if you’re into that shit.” 

The magenta-haired man frowns and squirms a bit, pleasure turning into discomfort from this dragging on too long. 

“Fine, just…please, hurry up. Cum inside me and get this over with.” 

Not good enough. 

Shidou’s hand leaves Sae’s hip and he suddenly reaches up, squishing Sae’s cheeks together in a hard pinch. He stops moving entirely. “Look at me when you’re asking,” he says, tone deadly serious. 

Sae’s face seems to fall at his tone, some sort of understanding going through his head. Shidou releases his face, resting his hand back on Sae’s hip while he stares at him with a stern look. Cock still nestled inside Sae, he’s aching for release at this point, too. Patience. 

Sae keeps his unwavering eye contact, and the scene suddenly feels far more intimate. Those teal eyes are unnervingly seductive and it makes Shidou’s breath catch looking at him so openly like this. Sae’s lids close slightly as he processes his submission. 

“P-please, Shidou. Fill me up… make me yours.” 

“Good boy.” 

Gripping hard into Sae’s pale skin, he pulls his hips nearly all the way back before plunging in again. Sae groans at the fresh pace, and Shidou quickly gets back up to speed, eager to get them both off. His hand resumes its stroking on Sae’s needy cock and they’re soon both falling over the vulgar demands of each other’s bodies once more.

Blood pulses through Shidou’s body as he chases after that sweet, sweet bliss. His cock is pumping into Sae freely now, slick and warm and oh my god. 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so good and tight for me,” Shidou babbles. His sweaty neck stretches as he throws his head back in delight. “Clench down harder… mmm.” 

His toy’s moans slip into the background as Shidou’s focus narrows down to the pleasure building rapidly in his core. His cock pistons into the other, his hand working Sae’s shaft furiously as their grunts and groans crescendo, noisily filling the small dorm with obscene squelching sounds and vocal cries. 

Shidou’s vision explodes into stars as he cums his brains out, eyes rolling back and flooding Sae with several final hard strokes. “Shit….! You’re milking me dry…. Ngh!” His body jerks and spasms as he rides out the waves of good shit overflowing every synapse of his brain. He’s completely lost in it, his eyes fluttering closed as Sae takes everything he has. God , it lasts forever. 

A long half-minute passes before Shidou slowly opens his eyes. He panics suddenly, blinking them open faster when he realizes he’d gotten ahead of himself. Creamy white is smeared all over his palm and he exhales heavily in relief, realizing that Sae had cum after all. 

Detaching himself, he takes a lick of his thumb before reaching for a towel. Sae tastes different from himself, somehow. Much less pungent, probably since Sae actually has a good diet. His throat bobs as he chugs a water bottle, feeling completely spent. 

“Fuuuuck, babe. That was wild,” he says with a relaxed grin. 

Sae’s teal eyes narrow into a glare at him as he pulls himself into a seated position, reaching for a wet wipe. 

The glass door slides open and fresh air wafts into the room, easing the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. Shidou tosses on some sweatpants and strikes up a cigarette, hanging over the back of a rolling chair. The scent of smoke and sweat make an unholy pair.

“Thanks for hanging out with me,” Shidou says with a stupid grin. Teasing his pretty little lashes is just too much fun; he can’t help it. 

“Thanks for making me your personal fuckdoll,” Sae’s deep timbre comes out gruffly. The words are sarcastic but laced with a barely contained explosion of anger and resentment. 

A long drag passes on the cigarette. God, a smoke after blowing your load feels so good. “You’re welcome!” He chirps. 

It gets the obvious response. Sae is grabbing for his clothes and dressing hurriedly, now furious. “You’re a sick, twisted asshole, you know that?” 

The jab doesn’t sting much, Shidou still riding his post-orgasmic high. “Only for you, sweet cheeks.” 

Sae’s face twists in disgust, like his words are a slap in the face. “Yeah, right.” 

Shidou exhales a cloud of smoke in Sae’s direction, making the man flinch back in revulsion. He rolls forward on his rolly chair and is pleased when Sae doesn’t pull away. Reaching a hand out, he grabs a gentle fistfull of magenta hair and jerks Sae’s head around lazily. “I would never dream of hitting a woman. But you, my dear, just awaken something in me.” 

He’s not lying, and keeps his voice neutral so that Sae knows it, too. He’s nothing more than a catalyst for Shidou’s depravity, a convenient outlet for his twisted desires. Pretty like a girl but can take a beating from both his cock and fists—like a man. 

“You’re a monster,” Sae’s voice admits, barely above a whisper. It’s a pitiful admission of the truth. “And I’m nothing more than your disposable fuck toy, is that right?” 

“Hey, now you’re getting the picture,” Shidou condescends, releasing his grip on Sae’s hair. “So, fuck toy, who is that blue-haired kid to you? And I hope you don’t lie to me because I won’t like that very much,” he says, ending the line in a sing-song voice. 

Teal eyes shift about as Sae considers his next words carefully. “Isagi is… he’s my friend,” he replies cautiously. “He’s my junior in the soccer department.” 

Shidou’s brow scrunches in displeasure at the response. “And why would you fuck your friend?” 

Sae’s eyes widen in panic and he fumbles his response. “I… I didn’t mean to…” 

A deep sigh emanates from Shidou. Sometimes, his pretty little lashes can be so disagreeable. He stands suddenly from his chair, sending it spinning as he closes the distance between them. “I warned you that I don’t like being lied to,” he says angrily, grabbing Sae by his white shirt and shoving his back up against the closest wall. He gets right up into his face, anger simmering faster than he can manage. “Who is he to you?” 

Sae’s head hits the wall with a loud thud and he screws his eyes shut in pain. The grip on his shirt is like a vice, Shidou’s fingers digging into the fabric as if he might rip it right off his body. Teal eyes squint open, teeth clenched in fright and pain. 

“I…I love him!” Sae blurts out suddenly. 

Shidou’s hand immediately relaxes on the shirt as he’s dumbstruck by the confession. 

“You… what?” he lets go of the shirt entirely, folding his arms and looking quizzically at Sae. “Are you guys dating or something?” He asks. Is this some kind of joke?

Sae sways slightly, regaining his balance after being tossed around like a sack of potatoes. He glances around before steeling himself. “We…started dating, recently,” he says quietly. 

A tense moment passes between them before Shidou takes a step back. This is unexpected, to say the least. He keeps his eyes trained on Sae’s trembling frame. He’s like a terrified little puppy with his tail between his legs. It’s kinda cute and the sight eases his sudden frustration somewhat.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? All you have to do is be honest with me.” 

Sae stands there, dazed and shaken, as he watches Shidou sit back down in his chair as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. 

“What…? Really?” Sae seems just as surprised at his reaction, which forces a laugh out of Shidou. The amusement on Shidou’s face seems to sour Sae’s mood again, and he slowly straightens up and faces him, albeit looking worse for wear. “What exactly do you want from me, Shidou?” 

“Nothing,” Shidou says, butting out his smoke. “You can keep dating…what was his name again? Right, Isagi. I don’t care,” he says with a deceptive smile. “Just don’t forget that I’m going to fuck you wherever and however I want to, though.” 

Oh, God, his face. Those words seem to sink into Sae like a death sentence at trial. He visibly pales as whatever hope he was clinging onto evaporates like the smoke in Shidou’s cramped room. It’s a sublime reaction and sends a shiver up his spine as he relishes the power imbalance permanently solidifying between them. 

“Man, I could never keep up with a slut like you,” Shidou remarks. “Fucking two guys at once. That’s like a huge victory for you, isn’t it?”

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“Man, I could never keep up with a slut like you,” Shidou remarks. “Fucking two guys at once. That’s like a huge victory for you, isn’t it?”

The words sink into Sae’s frazzled mind. He’s practically dumbstruck with the audacity of the blonde devil sitting in front of him. Irritation quickly turns into teeth-gritting resentment. The insult hits a raw nerve. It’s just fucking bait but his blood is already boiling. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, you arrogant fuck,” Sae’s voice rises, his words laced with venom. 

Pink eyes glitter at his response as Shidou leans back in his office chair and whistles mockingly. “The kitty has claws. What are you going to do, scratch me?” 

Sae’s eyes narrow, his chest heaving with indignation as he stares at his opponent. Adrenaline surges through his veins as his eyes flick between the door and Shidou. He creeps a foot to put himself into a better position to bolt, but his mind is juggling between fight and flight. 

Surely he can make it to the door, right? Shidou already had his sick, twisted fun with him. Maybe he’ll let him go. 

Shidou just tilts his head at Sae. 

It’s those eyes. Those godforsaken pink eyes that always seem to shine with sardonic glee. They follow him everywhere. Haunting his dreams and forcing panic to the forefront of every wakeful hour. 

No, not anymore. Sae’s putting a stop to this stupid fucking story. 

“Maybe I will,” Sae says, his foot creeping closer to his escape route. His contempt is forcing its way through the logical circuits of his brain. “I’m game.” 

Shidou’s gaze narrows, his smile faltering. “What are you planning?” 

Sae’s teal eyes turn cold, his expression hardening with resolve. “I’m going to expose you for the manipulative, abusive piece of shit you are.” The words are direct, his voice steady. “I’m going to make sure everyone on this campus knows the truth about what you’ve done to me. You won’t be able to hide behind that stupid catty smile anymore.”

Shidou rises from his chair, sliding his hands into his sweatpants pockets. Every nerve ending is telling Sae to run, but he stands his ground. 

A wry laugh comes from Shidou. “And how are you going to do that? On Facebook?” 

Sae smirks, a cold calculated smile spreading across his face. Oh God, it feels so good to finally have some power over the bastard. “Oh, no, Shidou.” He takes a step forward instead of back, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “I’m going to make sure the school board hears about your little game. I’ll tell them everything—the rapes, the photos, the texts.” Teal eyes glint with fierce determination. “And then, watch as your precious football career crumbles to dust.” 

That stupid smile is finally wiped off Shidou’s face.  

“You wouldn’t dare,” he says darkly. 

“Fucking try me.”

Shidou’s hands ball into fists but Sae isn’t going to back down now. It doesn’t matter if they make a scene; it’s all over for his perpetrator now. 

“Are you trying…to get me expelled?” Shidou says, his eyes flashing with anger and something akin to panic. “My… the kitten does have claws after all.” 

The statement sends a flicker of exhilaration through Sae, seeing the fear flash across Shidou’s normally confident face. 

“Did you really think telling me was a good idea?” 

Oh, shit. 

Sae’s heart skips a beat as he watches Shidou take a step closer to where he’s standing in the center of the dorm. The air is thick with tension, and Shidou’s gaze is heavy on him. The threat hangs in the air. But he doesn’t back down, doesn’t let his fear show. “You’re going to pay for treating me like a fucking toy,” Sae says, forcing his voice to be as steady as possible. “I’m not afraid of you, Shidou.” 

“You should be.” 

Those ominous words launch their game of cat-and-mouse and Sae bolts as fast as his years of training will propel him towards the door. He’s blind with panic as he reaches for the doorknob when arms wrap around his trunk and send the two men sprawling to the floor. 

Shouts of fury ensue as they wrestle on the floor. Sae tries desperately to get away but Shidou’s bulk is too heavy on his back, and strong arms wrap around his shoulders pinning him to the dirty short-pile carpet. Unable to do much else, he starts screaming for help. Pain blitzes through his scalp as Shidou grips his hair, yanking his head back before slamming his face into the floor, choking his cry. Pain throbs through his nose and eyebrow as Shidou flips his dazed body over and grips his shoulders to square him.

 He’s pressed back into the floor and his thrashing legs are quickly stopped by Shidou straddling him. Oh God, he’s mad. Sae’s shoulders lift up and Shidou slams him onto the carpet again, making his vision blur as his head bounces off the floor. He struggles to regain focus through the haze of agony.

“The fuck are you thinking?!” Shidou screeches in his face. “Reporting me? As if I’d let you even try.” Spittle flies into his face as Shidou rages, but Sae just lays there limply. His struggle has already died off but he feels like he’s won, somehow. “All I’ve been doing is fucking around with you. I’ve got way too much going for me for you to threaten—”

“—did.” 

“What?” Shidou stops jostling Sae’s body. 

“I already did.” 

Rage contorts Shidou’s face. An arm pulls back and Sae instinctively braces himself, tilting his chin to the side and snapping his eyes shut.

Dizzying pain connects with his jaw as Shidou punches him. His head snaps fully to one side, his vision blurring as Shidou’s punch connects with brutal force. Blood seeps into his mouth from his injured nose, mixing with the deluge of his own frightened tears. Just when he thinks Shidou has gotten his anger out, another punch lands on the same cheek, sending him reeling.

Fuck….it hurts….

His eye explodes in agony as another punch lands, the searing pain sending white-hot shards through his vision. His shoulders lurch off the ground as Shidou jerks him up by the shirt, only to punch his face again. 

No… please, stop….

Sae tries to shield his face from any more blows with his forearms. It doesn't seem to matter because Shidou rises to his feet in a split second and stomps on his gut with far more ferocity than he expects. The air whooshes from his lungs from the brutal kick to his diaphragm. He  doubles over on the floor, hardly able to breathe through the pain. 

Please, someone help…

“I treat you so nicely, and even give you my blessing to keep fucking that Isagi twink, and this is how you repay me? By reporting me?” Shidou’s voice is livid and laced with violence. “Clearly, I’ve been too nice to you.” 

The pain and tears blur his vision, making it hard to focus on Shidou’s face. But he can see the anger, the fury, the sense of betrayal in those piercing eyes. He knows he’s made a grave mistake, that he’s crossed a line Shidou has drawn somewhere. 

“I-I’m sorry…” his voice cracks, the words spilling out in a desperate plea. “Please don’t do this.” 

Shidou gets off of him and stands. He pulls a hand through his blonde hair and looks down at him with a mixture of frustration and guilt. Pink eyes glance around the room before settling back on him. “It hurts me too, Sae,” Shidou says for some reason. “It hurts to see you like this. I wouldn’t be punishing you right now if you hadn’t have gone and fucked me over.”

A tense silence falls over the two men as Shidou just stands there, staring. Sae sniffles and wipes the blood from his nose, only managing to smear it all over his cheek. He doesn’t move a muscle, terrified of the consequences. 

There’s a strange look on Shidou’s face. It’s not the normal cocky expression or shit-eating grin. It’s not even anger or a frown. His lips are pursed together in thought as Shidou just fucking stares at him. 

“You’ve…” Sae coughs. “You’ve made your point.” He struggles to take in a deep breath, his lungs screaming at him. His voice is hoarse with not an ounce of fight left in it. “Are you done?” 

The blonde devil takes a step towards Sae and he can barely register what’s going on as Shidou straddles him on the floor. Warm hands plant themselves on his neck and he feels thumbs pressing against his windpipe. His teal eyes open and look at his tormentor with as much pleading as he can muster. He’s about to beg for mercy when his throat is constricted, halting a single word before it gets out. 

“Just let it happen, Sae. This will be quicker if you do.” 

The words hang in the air as Sae struggles to remain conscious on the last short breath he took. His eyes tear up immediately, face turning red, then purple. His mind catalogs the different sensations—heat rushing to his cheeks, the inundation of his diaphragm trying to suck in what’s not there. Muscle memory lifts his arms and he scratches viciously at the arms of his attacker, fearful for his life.

Not again. This is too cruel. 

He coughs as he chokes on his own saliva, unable to swallow it. Tears have blurred his blackening vision and he can longer make out the face of his offender. The only thing he hears is the fading sound of someone saying an apology, over and over again. 

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The taste of copper is the first sensation Sae registers as he slowly comes back to consciousness. His tongue feels thick in his mouth as he wets his lips that have cracked from dryness. A strange pulsing of blood in his cheeks makes him realize he’s in pain, and he groans as his body shifts uncomfortably. He keeps his eyes pressed together, wincing in discomfort.

Fuck, everything hurts. His face is throbbing and he raises an arm to touch it when a jingling sound stops him. Cracking his eyes open, he finds himself still on the floor with a metal cuff around his wrist. A long chain connects the cuff to the bedpost. It rattles slightly as Sae brings his wrist closer to his body. What…?

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” 

A voice catches his attention and he glances over in the dark room. It’s pitch black except for a small lamp that’s lighting the only desk in the room. Glancing at the window, his heart sinks. Only blackness through the parted window blinds. How long has he been trapped here? 

Shidou is sitting at his desk, the glow of a laptop open in front of him. Just the picture perfect student, getting in a late-night study session. Sae’s head swims as a migraine suddenly takes hold, and he groans, holding his forehead. 

His eyes are clenched shut when he feels his chin yanked up. Shidou peers curiously at him, far too close for comfort. 

“Eh…looks like you’ll need a good 3 or 4.” 

“Huh? What?” Sae’s voice is dry. He doesn’t feel anything at this moment. Just confusion. 

The grip on his chin releases and his head slumps down. He pulls his knees to his chest and the chain rattles. 

“3 or 4 days before your face heals up. Yep. Don’t want you heading anywhere looking like that.”

Sae’s forehead snaps up, making his head swim again with the migraine. “D-days…” his voice trails off into a despairing whisper. “Oh god…” He lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling as the full extent of his captivity sinks in. 

The blonde devil tugs his shirt over his head and throws it on a questionable pile of clothes by the foot of the bed. Sae feels his heart leap into his throat as Shidou walks around the room shirtless. He goes to the laptop, shutting the lid and clicking the lamp off. 

Darkness envelops the room fully, and it takes a moment before Sae’s pupils dilate and adjust to the frail moonlight filtering through the parted blinds. He hears a creak as Shidou climbs into the dorm bed to his right. 

Sitting there on the hard floor, foreboding creeps into every thought that flashes through his mind in the still room. The thought of being along with Shidou for days on end, with no escape from the torment he knows the man can inflict, is horrifying. 

“I-I don’t want to be here with you…” his voice squeaks out, barely above a whisper. “Please let me go.” 

The mattress shifts as Shidou turns over. “No can do,” he says far too casually. “It’s just you and me this week until your face heals. Don’t want people finding out about our little misadventures, do we?” 

Sae’s heart sinks at Shidou’s words, the realization that he’s effectively been sentenced to a week of imprisonment hitting him like a physical blow. His eyelids droop and he gingerly touches his face with a finger, wincing at the swollen flesh around his eye. How long will it take to heal? Will he be kept longer if it’s severe? He wishes he could go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, but doesn’t dare ask. 

“I’m going to sleep,” Shidou says. “You can either sleep on the floor or get in with me.” 

The magenta-haired man sighs at the ridiculous question. The thought of getting into bed with Shidou is a cruel joke. 

“I’d rather die.” 

A long silence passes before a pillow and a blanket flop onto Sae’s head. He takes them wordlessly with a frown, and tucks in for the night on the hard, unforgiving floor. 

DAYS IN CAPTIVITY - 1

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Sunlight filtering through blinds wakes Sae from his fitful sleep. His eyes squint open, but one of them throbs painfully. Shifting to a sitting position, the jangle of a chain reminds him of his current predicament. 

Glancing around, he notices the room is completely empty. There’s no noise in the room, but a faint sheen of condensation lingers on the vanity mirror near the bathroom. Somehow, the blonde devil was able to shower and leave for class without waking him. 

Filling his air with lungs, he sighs. Even that regular effort makes him wince, and he brings a hand instinctively to his bruised abdomen. Glancing around one more time to confirm he’s alone, he raises his shirt. Dark purple mars his pale stomach, making his skin crawl. 

He runs a hand through his hair out of habit, and glances around the room again. Standing, he examines the chain that binds him to the bedpost. It’s a good 5 or 6 feet, plenty long enough to move around some. Unfortunately for him, the bedpost itself is bolted to the ground, as are all the beds in the senior dorms. Too many overzealous residents have attempted to move the beds in years past and they all share the same fate now.  

The next two minutes are spent yanking on the chain to test its durability. His arm yanks and pulls. Fuck , it hurts. Steeling himself again, he yanks much harder than his pain tolerance would normally allow to see if his brute strength has any chance of breaking it. 

Hnnnghhh…..

Damn it. Releasing his taught bicep, he sucks air through his teeth at the fresh wave of pain shooting through his wrist. It’s now red and raw of his own volition. No luck there; the chain isn’t going to break no matter what he does. 

Sitting on Shidou’s bed, he leans against the wall. 

Glancing at the window again, he tries to guesstimate the time based on the sun’s position. There’s no alarm clock on Shidou’s nightstand, so he must use the alarm on his phone. It’s probably late morning, which means Sae’s already missed his morning soccer practice. 

He closes his eyes to stop fresh tears from welling up. He’s not going to cry. There’s no point in it anymore. 

Isagi must be so worried. 

Or maybe not. Maybe Isagi just thinks he’s sick or something. 

Looking towards Shidou’s computer desk, he sees his own cell sitting next to the laptop. He stands to see how far his arms can stretch, but he’s several feet from his target. Despair creeps into his chest. So close to being able to call for help, and yet so far. 

At least an hour passes of Sae sitting on Shidou’s bed doing absolutely nothing but fretting. 

The lock clicks and Sae’s head shoots up. The door swings open and Shidou walks in with an armful of stuff. He hobbles over and sets a 40-pack of water bottles on the ground, kicking it under his bed. 

“Here ya go, Sae-chan,” he says. “Lemme know if you get low.” 

He doesn’t respond, just frowns at the returning resident. 

“Aww, don’t give me that. We’re gonna be roomies for a little while. Fun, right?” 

Another silence. 

“Damn, well alright then.” Shidou goes to his desk and pulls a second laptop out of a messenger bag, opening it and connecting it to the other computer. Sae watches quietly as Shidou stares intently between the two screens, pressing a tan hand over his mouth as he concentrates. It looks a little idiotic, the way he’s hunched over at the desk. 

At least thirty minutes must pass before Shidou climbs out of the chair and hands the laptop to Sae, bringing the charging cable with him. 

“Here,” Shidou says. “You can take your classes remotely, right?” 

He takes the laptop with a frown. It was a redundant question; all Blue Lock students can take classes remotely due to the frequent nature of away games. 

“Yeah,” he responds flatly. “Thanks.” The gratitude is definitely not genuine. 

“I’ve added a screen sharing app so I’ll be able to see everything you do there on my cell and laptop. You’re only allowed to use it for classes and I already know your class schedule so don’t even think about trying to hop on at a different time,” Shidou says. “I probably don’t need to say this but if you so much as attempt to contact anyone using that, I’ll break your fucking wrists.” 

“...Roger,” Sae confirms with a deadpan face.

“Great! Uhh…” Shidou places his hands on his hips and glances around the room. He starts rummaging through some books on shelves and starts tossing them in a scrunched up pile near the bed. 

“Here’s some books to keep you occupied. No complaining about the genres, it’s all just old shit but it’s better than nothing, yeah?” 

Teal eyes glance over the growing pile of books and magazines as Shidou chucks them at him haphazardly. He grumbles and starts pulling them into piles, irritated at seeing one magazine’s cover folding unnaturally by Shidou’s carelessness. There’s the first few Harry Potter books, a lengthy dinosaur encyclopedia, and some old motorcycle magazines that look about as interesting as counting the wrinkles on his left nut. Fucking great . 

The blonde devil comes over and starts rambling about getting the dinosaur book from a grandfather of his… he tunes out the rest, not giving two shits about Shidou’s family life. 

Shidou keeps going on like that for a while, thumbing through the book and making dumb remarks. Sae stares out the window, chin placed in the palm of his hand. 

“Sae.” 

His eyes glance back. 

“What.” 

A hand comes up and undoes the cuff around Sae’s sore wrist. 

“Damn, you really fucked your wrist up. Don’t try that again, yeah?” He brings his other hand up and rubs his sore wrist. 

“Like I was saying,” Shidou goes on. “You fucking reek. Go take a shower.” 

The comment makes Sae pull back in surprise. Nobody’s ever made such a rude remark about his personal hygiene since he showers at least twice per day between practice and going to the gym. He turns his head slightly and inhales the lingering scent of sex and sweat emanating from him. Ugh, fucking gross. Even the scent of cigarette smoke clings to his clothes. How the fuck is he supposed to get that out? 

“There’s a clean towel in the bathroom. I’ll lend you some clothes.” 

The blonde devil rises to his feet and Sae follows behind him awkwardly. He takes the clothes and heads to the bathroom. The door clacks shut behind him and he glances around, sighing heavily and thankful for the small bit of privacy. His eyes catch the mirror, and he scarcely recognizes himself. 

Good fucking lord. 

He’s got a black eye on his left side, numerous facial bruises, and dark purple marks that mar his neck. They’re placed strategically right on his windpipe, as if Shidou had done some homework on how to properly asphyxiate people in between their delightful encounters. A hand comes up and he touches his neckline gently. A strange feeling of serenity washes over him, the first small bit of peace in knowing that he didn’t actually die from oxygen deprivation last night. 

What a laugh. As if he should be feeling anything but utter despair right now. 

He angrily turns the shower on and is pissed to see that Shidou’s shower takes just as fucking long as his own to warm up. 

He stares at nothing in particular as he waits. Just shy of one week. He just needs to endure this madness for a few days, then he’s getting Shidou expelled faster than he can blink.

His clothes are discarded in a heap on the floor and he climbs into the shower, relishing the hot water on his bruised skin. 

As if things couldn’t possibly get worse, the only thing in Shidou’s shower is fucking Head and Shoulders. Only shampoo, because what straight man uses conditioner, right? He reaches for the crusty bottle and pours some into his hand, recoiling at the scent. Using a drugstore shampoo is offensive on so many levels. 

There’s only a shrinking bar of Dove soap to wash his body with and you guessed it—no loofah. The bar gets obliterated in Sae’s hand as he demolishes it to wash his body with and waffle-stomps the remainder down the drain. 

Feeling not much cleaner coming out than he did going in, he dries himself off quickly. 

Next challenge—clothing. He skips the boxers that Shidou provided for him. There’s no way in hell that his junk is going anywhere close to where that pervert keeps his. It doesn’t matter that Shidou’s already been in— ack , nevermind. No underwear. He slips into sweatpants and a shirt and the XL cotton tee hangs a little loosely on his medium frame. 

Glancing one last time into the mirror, he steels himself for the next few days. Shidou likely won’t hurt him again, so he has that going for him. Well, his face, anyways. The bigger issue is the blond devil keeping his grubby paws off him. Pain seems to be the foremost obstacle in keeping his head straight, but the degrading words that pour out of Shidou’s mouth while they're in bed seem to plant there, too.

He looks in the mirror and sees the faintest purple mark just below his ear on his neck. Isagi gave him that mark during their first night together. He brings a gentle hand up and brushes it before kissing his fingers. Mentally, he apologizes for lying to his new boyfriend about the contents of his report. Maybe if he’d just been honest with Isagi from the start, he wouldn’t have ended up like this again. The thought rolls over in his mind just long enough to make him depressed. He really is pathetic. 

He apologizes to his nonexistent lover at least ten more times. How many times will Shidou touch him? How many lies will he have to tell Isagi before Sae is free from his tormentor? It’s a dark vortex and Sae freely lets his mind sink into the depravity of it. 

Stepping out into the room, he towel dries his magenta hair. No point in styling it. 

A snort of laughter comes from the computer desk. His teal eyes swivel to Shidou and glare at him. 

“Sorry, guess it’s a little big on you,” Shidou remarks. “No big deal. It’s kinda cute, Sae-chan.” 

“Shut up, demon.” 

“Heh.” 

Shidou throws his muscular arms over his head and leans back in his chair. “You gonna leave your hair like that? I’m not used to seeing you with your bangs down.” Those pink eyes rake over his form in what can only be described as a lewd manner. “I’ve got hair gel if you wanna borrow any.” 

The thought of borrowing any more of Shidou’s hair products is enough to make him want to shave his head and start over. 

“I’d rather not.” 

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The morning passes and Shidou slips in and out of the room as he goes to class or wherever the hell he spends his time. Sae’s thankful for the long bouts of privacy, despite being bored out of his mind. 

A bottle of ibuprofen is on the nightstand and Sae reaches for it, washing three down with a bottle of water. The swelling on his eye has subsided but he still winces every time he touches it. He tries to keep his movement minimal, settling on top of Shidou’s bed and curling his legs up. There’s a dull ache all over his face, and his abdomen still throbs every time he twists a little too far to one side. 

His lingering gaze travels over the single dorm that Shidou lives in. Most students live in doubles like Isagi, so Shidou must have some good money. Whatever his background, his parents didn’t seem to teach him any decency. The state of the room is chaotic, with textbooks piling in the corners, laundry strewn about, half-empty water bottles everywhere, and some crushed energy drink cans under the office desk. There’s no food left out, thank god, so at least there aren’t roaches. It wouldn’t surprise Sae if there were, though. 

Taking a deep breath, the room smells like old paper with a lingering trace of smoke. His nose wrinkles at the distasteful odor. At least Shidou has the decency to keep most of his smoking outside or near the sliding glass door. 

There’s a few posters tacked onto the wall, some with hanging corners where the tack has dried off. A playboy calendar is stapled on the wall by the office desk, although the page is a few months out of date. It’s pretty generic as far as a frat guy’s room would go. 

There’s a motorcycle helmet sitting on top of the bookshelf. Sae wonders what kind of bike Shidou has. Not that he cares. 

Not yet bored enough to crack open the nonsensical reading materials Shidou left him with, his gaze drifts listlessly as he sits on the bed. It’s surely past noon now, and he cracks the laptop lid open to read the time, the chain jingling as his arm moves. Wed 12:42. Just another hour or so and he’d have to login for class. 

Panic suddenly shoots through Sae. He’d completely forgotten that he had an appointment with Isagi and the school board to review his report this morning. No, no , no. 

Fingers clench his hair as he pulls himself into a sitting position. What would happen now? Surely they wouldn’t dismiss his report. Isagi must be freaking out by now, thinking he bailed on their promise to report Shidou. 

The unbolting of the lock alerts Sae to Shidou’s return. His head snaps up as the door opens, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to school his features into their usual mask of neutrality. 

“Hi honey, I’m home,” Shidou says with a stupid grin. “Brought you some lunch.” 

The casual greeting makes Sae’s lip curl in disgust. So much for neutrality. A plastic bag from the cafe is set down on the bed and Sae opens it to find a burger and fries. 

“I’m not eating this,” he says flatly. 

“Damn, ain’t you hungry? You skipped breakfast.” 

“Get me salmon and rice next time, dipshit. And some broccoli or something. Do you actually eat this garbage?”

The scent of the food is making Sae’s stomach growl but he ignores it. Shidou opens up his own food and pops a french fry into his mouth. “Hell, yeah. We both workout everyday, right? Who cares what you eat as long as you hit your protein goals.” 

The statement makes Sae frown. How idiotic. Going to a prestigious athletic school like Blue Lock and not even having a macro plan better than ‘hit your protein goals?’ How fucking lukewarm can you be.  

A short while later he opens the laptop for his calculus class. Working remotely is a pain, but manageable. Teal eyes drift up to look at Shidou, and he can see a small rectangle in the corner of Shidou’s own laptop that mirrors his screen. Tch . He really is being monitored. 

His stomach grumbles again and he sighs. He glances at Shidou to make sure he’s not being watched. Opening the forgotten food quietly, he picks it apart, eating the cold burger and ignoring the soggy fries. It was clearly a frozen patty, the bland flavor offensive to his mouth. 

The afternoon grows late and Sae lays back on the bed, not really wanting to work on his calculus assignment just yet. Wariness and resentment swirl in his chest as he stares at Shidou, who’s scrolling through socials on his laptop and cackling from time to time. 

A knock sounds at the door. 

Both men swivel their heads at the sound. Then look at each other. 

Shidou rises to his feet, walking towards the door. He pauses by the bed, his eyes flicking towards Sae without moving his head. 

“If you make so much as one peep, you’re dead.” 

Right. Of course. Sae sinks back into the bed, knowing that screaming for help now would not be a great course of action. The door is cracked only far enough for Shidou to say something unintelligible to their visitor. 

He sits quietly, listening. 

“—this morning?” 

That voice. Sae rises to his knees on the bed, hope and panic coursing through him. It’s Isagi’s voice. What should he do? Call out? Stay silent? He looks frantically towards Shidou, his heart racing as he waits to see how he’ll react to his boyfriend’s unexpected presence. 

His thoughts tumble as he considers what he should do with this fleeting opportunity. He shuffles forward on the bed, eyes wide with adrenaline. If he calls out, Isagi could save him. But the only possible scenario that runs through his mind is the door creaking open, and those blue eyes settling on him on some other guy’s bed, hair unstyled and wearing baggy clothes that clearly don’t belong to him. 

He wouldn’t be able to get a word in before Isagi bolts. 

“No, I haven’t seen him,” Shidou’s quiet voice speaks through the door. 

Sae’s heart sinks as he hears Shidou’s denial. Of course Isagi won’t be able to help him. He drops back onto the bed, shoulders slumping under the weight of his helplessness. 

The door clicks shut and Shidou walks up to him, his face neutral. 

“What a good kitten, staying silent like I asked you to. I should reward you.” He’s not smiling, hands in pockets. 

The term ‘kitten’ grates on his nerves, but he knows better than to argue with Shidou. “Reward me…?” His voice drips with contempt as he looks at Shidou, his gaze cold and defiant despite the fear that still lurks in the back of his mind. 

“Yep. Let’s make this easier this time, yeah? Pants off.” 

“What…? We just fucked yesterday,” he blurts out in irritation. 

Shidou scoffs. “Do I look like I give a shit? My balls still work, don’t they?” 

Sae’s heart pounds in his chest as he realizes the depths of his vulnerability while captive in this room. There’s no possible way to get out of this. His role here. The throbbing in his face is a painful reminder of what happens when he resists. 

With a deep, shuddering breath, he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. Just a few days. He can endure this. 

“That’s a good little slut. So obedient.”

Just like that, the small mental fortitude he had put up crumbles immediately. His hand stills around his knees as he freezes and Shidou climbs onto the bed, pulling them free. The larger man’s body soon closes in and Sae can’t even stop Shidou from pressing his lips into his own this time. It’s rough and demanding, but Sae keeps his lips stiff and unyielding to the bastard. He tries to turn his head away, but a firm grip on the back of his neck keeps him in place.  

Shidou’s huge hand presses his thumb and middle finger on either side of Sae’s neck. It makes him gasp and Shidou plunges his tongue into his open mouth. The taste of the invading tongue is bitter on his own, a reminder of the control the other man exerts over him. 

A whimper is swallowed up as Shidou’s hand wraps around his soft cock. It strokes him purposefully, the rough touch igniting a spark of unwanted arousal despite his protests. He tries to push Shidou’s hand away, but the other man’s grip is unyielding. 

Their lips part but those pink eyes focus on his face, far too close for comfort. 

“N-no, stop…” Sae’s voice is a broken whisper, his body betraying him as he feels his cock harden in Shidou’s grasp. He’s disgusted with himself, with the way his body responds to Shidou’s touch, but he’s powerless to resist. 

“Shhh…just give in, baby,” Shidou coos. 

Sae’s breath comes in ragged gasps as Shidou’s skilled hand coaxes him to full hardness. The pleasure mingles with the shame and despair in this chest. He knows he should be fighting, resisting, but the desire to surrender to the sensations is overwhelming. 

“I-I can’t…” He feels like he’s being torn apart, his body and mind warring against each other as he teeters on the brink of giving in completely. 

Shidou pulls back, unbuckling his belt. “I won’t hurt you, sweetpea,” he says. “This is a reward, after all. Just give into the pleasure. Give in to me.” His voice is softer than usual. 

Just like that, his last shred of defiance disintegrates. He’s going to be stuck here for a few days, so no point in fighting it any longer. 

“...Fine,” his voice comes out flat and defeated. He lays back on the bed, waiting for the inevitable. Shidou reaches forward and unlocks the metal cuff around his wrist, tossing it to the side. 

The blonde devil removes his clothing entirely with an eagerness that makes Sae frown. He pumps himself a few times to get hard and clambers onto the bed. Instead of reaching for the lube, Sae is surprised when Shidou shifts his legs up by his head, pulling their bodies parallel to each other. Shidou pulls Sae’s hips towards his face, looking at him expectantly. 

“Let’s make each other feel good, yeah?”  

His brow arches in challenge as he stares down at Shidou. This is completely unexpected. The thought of pleasuring his captor like this is revolting, knowing that every time Shidou’s cock winds up in his mouth he ends up getting face fucked. His hand reaches forward and grips Shidou’s cock, still half-expecting this to be a joke or something. 

He pumps Shidou’s cock a few times when he feels a wet warmth flick across his cock head. Fuck , he was being serious. Glancing down, he watches Shidou’s long tongue explore his cock, swirling around the tip. It sends a delightful shiver up his spine. 

“So much for being straight, huh?” He mocks, uncaring of the potential consequences. 

“Shut it before I change my mind, Sae-chan,” Shidou retorts with a hint of playfulness. That warm tongue glides up the top of his shaft from their inverted positions and he shudders at the feeling. Shidou takes him fully into his mouth and fuck it feels good. His hips buck involuntarily as Shidou takes him deeper, forcing a strangled moan from his lips. 

Shidou’s hips shift towards him and Sae gets the message, taking Shidou’s hard cock into his own mouth. Salty pre-cum coats his tongue and he opens his jaws to take him in deep. He wraps his arms around Shidou’s hips to bring him close, bobbing his head with practiced ease. His tongue swirls around the head to coax even more lust from the other man. 

He hears Shidou gag slightly on his cock and he can’t help but shift his hips forward, happy to gag the idiot more. The other pulls back slightly to get his bearings but doesn’t complain or slow down. Slurping sounds fill the room as they suck each other off. Shidou’s lack of skill here is apparent and he gags again, forcing a laugh through Sae’s nose. A tan fist balls and punches his hip in response to the laugh, but there’s no violence behind it. 

Shidou pulls back, breathing harshly. “Fuck, lashes, you make this look a hell of a lot easier than it is.” 

“Most guys can’t take me fully anyway. Just use your hand on the base.” 

Shidou grunts in acknowledgement and they get back to work, groaning softly as they steadily build their shared pleasure, laying side-by-side on the bed. Sae’s eyelids relax as Shidou’s tongue teases and plays with his cock, the dual sensations of mouth and hand sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He can feel his own climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his balls. 

“F-fuck…” He pulls his mouth free but keeps stroking Shidou as the strained moan escapes him. His hips rock slightly to meet Shidou’s harsh sucks as he tries to prolong the intense pleasure, to savor every second of this forbidden bliss. 

He explodes in Shidou’s hot mouth, groaning through his orgasm. His hips keep sliding forward even as Shidou keeps his mouth planted there, stroking out every bit of his cum. Spasms wrack his body as he fills the blonde devil’s mouth with his warm, sticky release. 

After he’s finally settled down, Shidou pulls back and grabs an empty water bottle, spitting the jizz into it. 

Despite the endorphins pulsing through his body, he feels a little silly at cumming first. Whoops. His mouth wraps around Shidou’s engorged cock and he gets to work, using all of his skills to show the other man how to really suck cock. 

He takes Shidou’s length in deep, hollowing his cheeks and nuzzling in all the way until his nose is almost to Shidou’s ballsack. A surprised groan escapes the other man and Sae hums as he savors the musky flavor. His tongue flattens against Shidou’s cock and swirls up with every brush against the head. 

“Oooh, fuck babycakes, you’re gonna make me cum like that.” 

Sae redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and feeling the cock in his mouth grow impossibly hard. He takes a deep breath through his nose for the final stretch as he speeds up. Shidou’s hips start nudging forward and he feels arms wrap around his legs as Shidou quickly gets pushed over the edge. “ Ack… .fuck!!” Semen floods Sae’s throat and he swallows it instinctively, keeping his mouth planted to absorb every last drop from Shidou’s spent cock. He could spit it out but swallowing it is just easier, honestly.  

Pulling back and panting, he looks at Shidou. He feels drained, spent, like he’s been through the wringer. He knows he should feel disgusted, but all he can feel is a strange, hollow satisfaction, a sense of having pleased Shidou in a way that doesn’t involve a violent form of oral sex. 

“Mmm…your mouth felt so good, Sae-chan,” Shidou murmurs. He reaches for his jeans on the bed and starts slipping them back onto his legs. 

Sae’s body feels heavy and lethargic as he watches Shidou get dressed. A part of him is relieved that it’s over, that Shidou seems satisfied and won’t push for more. But another part of him, a deep, aching part, is disappointed. He wants more. He’d already given in mentally earlier, so only going this far suddenly doesn’t seem fair to him. 

Fucking another guy behind his boyfriend’s back is deplorable, but he isn’t doing this consensually. He doesn’t want this. But it already happened once, so what’s one more? It doesn’t matter either way. He doesn’t want this. 

“Wait…” 

Shidou looks over. “Hm? What is it, sweetpea?” 

Sae swallows hard, teal eyes darting away from Shidou as he struggles to find the right words. He feels vulnerable and exposed, like he’s standing naked in front of Shidou in more ways than one. 

“I…” His voice is awkward, words fumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t think… you only wanted to, um, you know… get off.” He hides his face in his hands, face burning with shame and humiliation. “I wanted more.” The confession hangs in the air and Sae has never felt more pathetic in his life. 

The sound of Shidou undoing his belt buckle makes Sae’s hands drop. The blonde devil is wearing the biggest shit-eating grin he’s ever seen. 

“Well shucks, I can’t say no to that face, can I?” 

Shidou comes forward, pulling Sae into another kiss. All Sae can do is melt into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Shidou’s neck as he returns the kiss with equal passion. “Mmmph…” his moan is muffled by Shidou’s lips, his body already responding to the promise of more pleasure to come. Their tongues press and slide together, and all of Sae’s sinful lust gets pressed right back into Shidou’s eager mouth. 

When they finally break apart for air, Sae is dazed. 

“I’ll have to reward you for learning how to beg,” Shidou says, licking a remnant of saliva from his puffy lips. He shifts Sae backwards onto the bed in a practiced movement, lifting one of his muscled legs up to spread him wide open. The sound of the lube bottle popping open only fuels his growing excitement. 

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget your own name.” 

Sae’s breath hitches as Shidou’s tongue trails up his leg now propped on a shoulder, forcing tingles to dance across his skin with anticipation. He knows what’s coming, and he can’t wait. He’s never felt so desired as he does right now, with the one man who knows how to make his body sing whether he wants it to or not. 

“Please…” his plea is breathy, his hips already shifting restlessly as he feels Shidou’s slick fingers teasing his entrance. He hates begging, but Shidou seems to appreciate it. “I need it… I need you…” His words trail off into a gasp as a finger pushes inside him, stretching and filling him in that familiar way that makes his head spin. 

The thick finger opens him slowly, making Sae moan with a closed mouth. A sharp cry escapes Sae’s lips as Shidou’s teeth sink into his calf, the sting mingling with the pressure of being stretched. He arches his back, his body trembling with the need for more. “Oh god…” His voice is a desperate whimper, his fingers clutching at the sheets as he tries to ground himself in the sensations coursing through him. He can feel Shidou’s finger pumping slowly, tortuously, stoking the flames of his desire until he’s practically vibrating with need. 

Teal eyes roll back as Shidou adds a second finger, the new stretch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. He can feel himself relaxing, opening up, as Shidou’s fingers work him inside out. “Fuck…” the curse is a gutteral moan, his hips lifting to meet each thrust of Shidou’s fingers. He’s already lost in the sensations, his mind blanking out as he surrenders to the feeling. “More.” 

“Mmm, you want more, baby?” Shidou asks. Those thick fingers start curling inside him, knowing exactly where his weak spot is. 

Toes curl into the sheets as Shidou finds his mark. Sae doesn’t know why he’s so incredibly worked up right now, but it doesn’t take long before he’s trembling with need again. He can feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his belly tightening with each pass of Shidou’s fingers. “Please, Shidou… I need…” 

“Need what, baby?” Shidou responds with a knowing grin. His fingers are stretching him so good, now thrusting in to the hilt of his hand with sloppy wet sounds. “Louder.” 

The pleasure is blinding as Shidou’s fingers drive deep and overwhelm him. It keeps building tighter until it threatens to explode out of control. His hands grip the sides of his pillow in desperation. “I need to cum! Please, Shidou!!” His shout is raw and primal, his body teetering on the brink of climax. 

“There’s my little screamer,” Shidou says with a smile. “Cum for me. Now.” He thrusts his fingers in particularly hard, jabbing at his prostate. He leans over and bites Sae’s calf again. 

The intense pleasure detonates through his body like a grenade. His back bows, his mouth open  as his orgasm rips through him, wave after wave of searing ecstasy crashing over him. Hot stripes of cum paint his stomach as he cries out his release, his body convulsing and twitching. 

The fingers pull free and Sae collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Gentle fingers toy with the semen on his stomach, smooshing it around. A moment of quiet falls over the room as Shidou gives Sae a moment to recollect himself. 

Shidou shuffles in beside Sae and turns his body on its side. Settling behind him, Sae can feel Shidou’s length pressing insistently on his backside. Even though he just came, the promise of more is too much to resist. So he wriggles his hips into a better position and pulls a hand back, spreading his cheek in invitation. 

His heart races as he feels Shidou’s cock pressing against him, the tip already probing at his entrance. He’s already so sensitive, so aware of every inch of skin that’s been touched, every place that’s been claimed. The thought of taking Shidou inside him, of feeling that thick, hard length splitting him open once more, is both terrifying and exhilarating. 

Shidou pushes in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight… I can never get enough of this.” Greedy fingers dig into his hips, pulling their bodies flush together. Sae’s hole is still loosened from yesterday so Shidou slides in without too much effort, making both men groan in delight. 

Shidou stays seated inside him and Sae keeps himself on his side, trembling as he adjusts to the man’s size once more. Instead of pulling out, Shidou gyrates his hips just to tease him. The slow, deliberate grind is driving him wild, making him desperate for his partner to just move already. 

His head finally turns, only able to look over his shoulder. “Shidou, fucking move already…” 

The other pulls his cock out with agonizing slowness, all the way out past the tip. “Hmm…since this is a reward, tell me how you want it, babycakes. Do you want it slow…” he pushes in again slowly before bringing his mouth right up to Sae’s turned ear. “Or hard and fast?” 

Sae can feel the head of Shidou’s cock pulling out so far it brushes his prostate, making him whine. The sensation makes his body twitch with anticipation. “I want…” his voice is breathless, his mind racing. He doesn’t even feel submissive anymore; he’s just a man telling his partner what he needs in this heated moment. He moves his hips back, pushing Shidou’s cock deeper inside him. “I want you to fuck me hard. Go crazy for me, you horny devil.” 

Those pink eyes light up with delight and he licks the top row of his teeth. “Good answer.” 

The grip on Sae’s hip tightens and Shidou pulls back before sheathing his cock in one fluid motion. He sets a face pace from the start, sliding his hips on the bed and pounding into Sae. Sae’s hand finds purchase in the bed’s headboard and he braces his core so that he doesn’t slide off the bed from Shidou’s intense thrusts. “F-fuck! Yes!” Sae no longer bothers holding back his moans, and his deep timbre fills the room along with the slapping of their bodies. 

He doesn’t even need to touch his cock which is somehow already hardening again. The sensation of Shidou’s stiff length ramming into him from behind is just too fucking good, making him melt as his previous defenses come crashing down. 

Those hips slow down slightly, making Sae whine. “Mm, I just started, baby. Look at you, so horny and needy.” 

The words only spur Sae on further. They’re a balm to his fragile ego, making him feel desired. “Please…don’t slow down.” 

Shidou pulls Sae up suddenly and Sae wordlessly falls onto his hands and knees. That thick cock sinks in again from behind, setting another fast pace. The position is much better, and Shidou slides in deep , pulling his hips back to snap in hard and oh fuck. 

The deeper penetration is insane, and Sae’s voice drones on, each thrust making his ability to communicate less and less coherent. His fingers dig into the sheets, his head slumping between his shoulders as his body is fucked silly. 

“Oof!” Sae’s head is shoved into the pillows below and he feels a pressure on his wrists pulling his torso back into a parallel position. His arms get jerked behind his back as Shidou grabs his wrists with two hands and starts ramming into him again. “Yes… more…” The bed is no longer taking the momentum of Shidou’s thrusts and every hard push reverberates right though Sae’s ragdoll body as Shidou keeps a tight grip on his wrists. 

“That’s right, baby… take it…” Shidou’s voice grunts out and he whips his head to keep the sweat from stinging his eyes. Teal eyes roll back as Sae just accepts everything Shidou throws at him, and he can’t help but enjoy how submissive this position is. This kind of rough sex is so different and mind-numbing and Sae finds himself happily lost in it. 

The grip on his wrists loosen and Sae slumps back down to the bed, panting. His cock is oozing precum all over the sheets. Shidou stops moving for a moment and warm hands caress his back, rubbing down the curve of his spine and ending with a good smack to his ass. “Goddamn you’re so hot like this…” 

Shidou pulls his cock out and lays down on the bed next to Sae, his cock standing rigidly at attention. “Since you’re so eager today, come here, baby,” he says motioning for Sae to climb on top. 

His eyes linger a moment too long on Shidou’s stiff cock, slick under the faint light. He bites his lip and doesn’t hesitate to swing a leg over for the ride of his life. “Mm…gonna ride you so hard, you piece of shit.” 

Shidou sticks his tongue out with a stupid triumphant laugh as Sae settles on top of him. Hands guide his hips into position and Sae slowly sinks down, taking that girthy, veiny cock inside him inch by inch. A soft, drawn-out moan escapes Sae at the sensation. Shidou bucks lightly, eager for him to move. He leans forward, bracing his hands on Shidou’s broad chest as he starts to roll his hips, grinding down on the other man’s cock in slow, deliberate circles. 

“ Nghh yes ,” Shidou groans. “Just move the way you want to.” 

Sae’s eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the pleasure, his hips picking up speed. Riding him pushes Shidou’s cock into a delicious angle and he starts chasing that high, snapping his hips up and down. 

His leaking cock is bobbing with each snap of his hips and Shidou reaches forward, gripping it hard and letting it glide through his hand as Sae keeps moving, far past the point of being able to stop. Sae has no issue here moving his well-trained body the way that he needs to, and his legs and hips work in tandem as he moves up and down. The dual stimulation is so good, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second. 

“Yes…fuck…I’m gonna…” His voice is a broken chant, his body tense and trembling as he hurtles towards the edge. And then, with a cry of ecstasy, he’s there, his orgasm washing over him in wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. Every muscle tenses hard as he stops moving, but  Shidou bucks his hips lightly a few times, lengthening his orgasm further. 

He flops forward, completely spent. Shidou chuckles and pulls Sae off his cock, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple before climbing out of the bed. His heart is still racing, eyes closed as he lays on the sheets and shudders through the aftershocks. 

A long moment passes before teal eyes open and glance over. Shidou is butt-ass naked in the door of his balcony, lighting up a cigarette and watching the orange-red sunset. The flame connects and the old-school zippo snaps shut with a satisfying clack. 

It’s a strange sight for Sae and feels a little sobering. 

He watches Shidou inhale on the smoke, and his sex-addled brain can’t help but think about how those pink lips were wrapped around his cock not too long ago. 

Feeling the quiet moment, Shidou turns towards him. He looks thoughtful. When their eyes connect, he sees Sae’s interest. 

“Want one? Come have a smoke with me.” 

It’s not at all what he was thinking but the idea interests him somewhat. He’s never smoked before for obvious reasons, most of which relate to him being an athlete. But the fresh air from the balcony that sweeps through the room is calling out to him, and he wants to watch the sunset, too. 

One couldn’t hurt, right?

He tugs on the sweatpants he’d borrowed and they hang a little loose around the v-line of his pelvis. They’re Shidou’s so he doesn’t care if they get gross. Walking towards the balcony, Shidou grins widely at him and gets a yellow package of American Spirits out. Thumbing one to Sae, he instructs him to place it between his lips. 

His brow furrows in confusion but Shidou leans forward, pressing the tips of their cigarettes together and cupping a hand to stop the breeze. It feels intimate, somehow. 

He inhales and it finally catches, the tip of his cigarette crackling orange. 

 Sae steps out onto the balcony and sits on a plastic chair while Shidou remains standing at the door. He takes a drag on it and only gets half way before the pleasant moment is ruined by him coughing up a lung. 

Shidou chuckles at him. “Don’t worry about it lashes, I like to smoke the strong stuff.” 

Sae reaches for a water bottle on the ground and drinks some, tears stinging his eyes with the burning in his lungs. “Fuck, oww….” His voice is raspy, god it burns. 

He swallows his irritation and takes a smaller drag on the cigarette. The smoke fills his lungs and he exhales it properly this time, relieved that he can manage that much. 

The sunset brushes against the clouds softly, red and orange hues spread across the sky. It’s pleasant, and Sae takes his time with short drags on the cigarette as he enjoys this small peace for what it is. 

Feeling eyes prickling his skin, he glares at the naked man to his left. Shidou’s just fucking staring at him with his lit cigarette between his lips, not even looking at the sunset. It’s only then that Sae realizes Shidou’s still hard. 

A strange feeling washes over Sae for the second time tonight. 

“You’re still hard?” 

Shidou takes a long drag on his cigarette with a curious hum. 

“And you’re still pretty. Even when you’re all sweaty and fucked out.” 

“Answer the question, demon.” 

Shidou chuckles. “You’re up to three so far. Only you get to decide how long your reward lasts.” 

The response is unexpected and Sae takes a moment to process it. Three…? Was Shidou actually wanting to keep fucking? His eyes trail down to Shidou’s groin since it’s still blatantly exposed. He’s loath to admit that he’s impressed with the blonde devil’s level of endurance and control. It follows the blonde happy trail up deeply tanned skin to his navel. The idiot really has no shame being naked right next to his patio where anyone on the ground could see him, but Sae really can’t bring himself to complain about the view. 

Those pink cat-eyes gleam at him as Shidou takes another puff. It’s unnerving. “My eyes are up here, sweet cheeks.” 

“Maybe put some clothes on, idiot.” 

“What’s the point in that if I’m just gonna take them off again?” 

Sae huffs and takes another short puff of his cigarette. “And what would you do if I said I’m done for the night?” 

Shidou shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno. Just go jerk off or something.” He walks forward suddenly and Sae protests as the cigarette is ripped from his hand. “Hey—!” 

The tan man walks back to the door and pops the remainder in between his own lips. “Sorry, Sae-chan, but half is probably enough for you right now.” 

Sae was so distracted by their conversation he hadn’t noticed the buzz of nicotine already humming in his head. Anymore and he probably would get dizzy. The demon can be oddly considerate at times. 

“Tch. Whatever.”  

The red hues are beginning to darken in the sky when Sae feels his stomach rumble. 

“Shit, we missed the cafe hours,” Shidou remarks, hearing his stomach’s plea. “I was gonna go grab food earlier but you got me all worked up, lashes. I’m blaming you.” 

“Are you going to let me starve or what?” 

“Uhh…you like cheese or pepperoni on your pizza?” 

Sae sighs. Always with the unhealthy food, this one. 

“Chicken and bell peppers.” 

The two men go back inside and Sae hits the bathroom while Shidou calls in their delivery order. In the privacy of the small room, he takes a moment to consider Shidou’s earlier words. ‘You’re up to three so far.’ It fills him with a strange sense of desire, knowing that his captor is counting how many orgasms he’s had. At the same time, he questions his own needs. He’s always had great stamina, but he’s never really tested his limits before. Shidou seems happy enough to keep going as long as he is. How is the blond devil able to hold back his own orgasms for so long? It was practically porn star-level endurance. Hm. 

Sae busies himself with testing out his theory as the dusk settles into night. They lust after each other’s bodies for hours, the small dorm filling with the mingled sounds of heavy breathing and muffled moans. The intoxicating sensations drive them both to near madness, neither willing to stop until the other caves in.

The pizza delivery guy hears more than he bargains for, and their pizza is left cold and forgotten in the hallway. 

DAYS IN CAPTIVITY - 2

Chapter Text

“—and if you’ll turn to page 5, you’ll see the different equation used for—”

Shidou Ryusei groans at being woken by a voice that sounds like a recording. Blinking open in confusion, his tired eyes squint in the direction of the noise. A blur of magenta starts to take form as his vision sharpens, and he peers over the edge of the bed to see Sae in the middle of a remote class on the laptop. Fuck, what time is it—?

Groaning, he rolls back over, covering his ears with the pillow. 

“You’re already awake, so get out of bed, demon.” The deadpan of Sae’s low timbre resonates through his ears even through his pillow ear-muff. 

“Nnn,” he groans in protest. 

His feet are shoved to the side as Sae takes residence in the full-sized bed, the chain on his cuff jangling. He sits on the foot of it, his weight pressing uncomfortably on Shidou’s calves. Asshole. 

Shidou pulls himself onto his side, pulling his legs out from under Sae and reaching blearily for his phone. 11:42 a.m. Already missed his trig and kinesiology classes. Not that it really matters; his grades are all B’s and up, as required by his fraternity. But damn, why did Sae get all the afternoon classes?

He briefly wonders if he should be concerned about Sae reaching out to someone during that brief bit he was asleep, and he glances over. There’s dark bags under the soccer player’s eyes from their all-night fuck session. Nah, he’s probably fine. 

His eyes stay glued to Itoshi long enough for the man to glance up in irritation. 

“Can’t you fuck off or something?” 

That brings a genuine smile to Ryusei’s lips.

“Well good morning to you too, lashes.” Shidou stretches his entire body into a single line, his toes pointing towards the edge of the bed as he knocks a heel into the back of Sae’s laptop. It gets the expected cursing response from his silly little Sae and he gets out of bed to head to the bathroom. 

After taking his morning shit he washes up with a quick shower, scrubbing away the remnants of last night. Fuck , that was a wild run. He never thought he would find someone who could keep up with his stamina, but Sae really is a fucking unicorn. A sexy, sass-mouthed unicorn.  

It makes him sad for a moment when he thinks that his playtime with Itoshi will be over in just a few days. He’ll have to make the most of it for the time being. 

Stepping out of the steaming bathroom naked, he drips all over the short-pile carpet as he dries his blonde hair with a towel. He stole a bunch from Blue Lock’s gym back when he was a freshman so they’re all scratchy as shit from being washed a million times. Good for exfoliating though, right? That’s something Sae probably does. 

Eyes prickle the back of his neck and he swings around to find Sae not paying attention to his class. Those teal eyes are peering at him curiously. 

“What is it? Calculus not entertaining enough for you?” 

“How do you know that I’m—?” Sae coughs to stop his train of thought, glancing down. Stupid little Sae. Shidou had memorized his schedule over a month ago. 

“You just caught me off guard with your hair down like that.” 

Shidou glances up as if he could possibly see his own hair, running a hand through the damp blonde locks. “Why, ya like it?” He asks, a twinge of excitement coloring his tone.

The magenta-haired man breathes audibly through his nose, keeping his gaze fixed back onto the laptop. “It’s just different. I don’t care either way.” 

Typical response. After last night, Shidou had some small hope that Sae wouldn’t have such icy balls around him, but whatever. 

Poor guy’s probably just drained right now. Shidou made sure of that. 

Honestly, they’re both probably running on empty balls. Shidou tosses on some boxers and casuals and mixes up a few liquid IV’s, tossing one on the bed for his cute little prisoner. 

Sae only offers him begrudging gratitude but drinks it anyway. 

Going back to the vanity, Shidou blow-dries and styles his hair, finishing his usual look with drugstore charcoal eyeliner. He can feel eyes on him again as he applies the crayon under his second eye, so he glances up in the middle of the process and winks at Sae through the mirror. Sae just frowns and looks back to the laptop. 

Heh, cute.

Since there’s no football practice scheduled on Thursdays, it’s been a long-held tradition that Thursdays are for the boys. They keep flip-flopping back and forth between Rocket League and Call of Duty; only the most recent release, of course. Tonight is a Rocket League night, which he sucks actual balls at. Still fun when you’re skiing the slopes, though. Walking back into the bathroom, he opens the mirrored medicine cabinet and pulls out a glass jar, shaking the white powdered contents around. Sucking his breath through his teeth, he whips his phone out. 

Shidou Ryusei

Coming by for 2 🎱

Ya boiii 🐦‍⬛

Aight bet

 Walking back out, he slips into some sneakers and grabs his helmet. Not going far, so he skips the heavy padded jacket opting for his hoodie.

“Yo lashes, what do you want from the cafe, exactly? The healthy shit?” 

Sae sighs. 

“Hang on.” 

A moment passes as Shidou taps his foot impatiently. The soccer player scans the laptop screen, touch pad audibly clicking as he switches tabs. 

“The chicken udon is fine,” he says. “With a side salad.” 

“Roger.” 

The door clicks shut behind Shidou as he makes his way to the cafe, phone in one hand and helmet in the other. The first thing he does is unlock his phone and load up his screen-sharing app. Lashes is still watching his remote calculus class, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the screen for more than a few seconds at a time to confirm he’s not getting up to any sneaky shit. 

Not that he’s great at multi-tasking or anything but he manages to walk towards the student center without bumping into any walls as he glances at his phone screen constantly. Ugh, fuck, he’s going to need a charging brick at this rate. Stopping inside the entryway, he fishes his wallet out and slides his debit card into the campus ATM. After his wallet is fluffed up a bit, he heads out to the parking lot.

Sliding his helmet on, he swings his leg wide over to mount his bike. Pausing, he checks his phone’s screen-sharing app one more time. He switches to the app he uses for maintenance and eye-balls his odometer. She’ll need an oil change in another week or two.

 Slotting the keys into the ignition, he pulls in the clutch and presses the starter. The battery is slow to get going with the cold weather, but after a moment she starts up. Good girl. 

His heels bite the pavement as he walks the bike out and slides his phone into his hoodie pocket. The fall air is crisp and nips at his exposed neck and ankles. The engine purrs as it clicks into first gear, pulling out of the parking lot. 

As toes chunk through gears driving down the familiar road, he suddenly realizes this is probably the only fresh air he’ll get today since he skipped class. Might as well take the long way. At the last second he takes a sudden left onto the highway, ignoring a honking car as he cuts them off. 

The world blurs—the tires grip hard, the throttle opens wide, and torque surges through the frame. The engine snarls louder with each precise gear shift of his foot. Shidou claims the fast lane and weaves around cars, aggressive and unstoppable. It’s always a power trip when he’s on the asphalt like this, raw and addictive.

Just for funsies he flips off a cop as he flies by. They never bother with him, unable to catch up with motorcycles at full speed. 

The furious pace bleeds off as Shidou leans into the right lane, the bike growling low and content. He relaxes his grip and eases on the throttle, exiting the highway and turning south towards Karasu’s apartment. 

Ten minutes of rolling through stop signs and avoiding potholes later, he pulls into the parking lot. Two final twists of the throttle rev the engine like an echoing roar, announcing his presence to the whole block. Some dogs start barking and an old man smoking on a balcony curses rather creatively at him. Shidou waves hi. 

Killing the bike, he pulls his helmet free and swings off with a practiced ease. Leaving the helmet on a handle, he pops his hands into his hoodie pocket and starts trodding up the stairs two at a time. The smell of cigarette smoke, cheap takeout, and mildew cross his nose as he climbs to the third floor. He raps on the door. 

It swings open nearly immediately.

“Ya know you don’t have piss off my neighbors every fucking time you come here,” Karasu’s pissy voice says through the doorway. 

Shidou grins widely. “Nahhh, that old man that lives on the second floor and I are besties now. Damn guy smokes more than I do.” He walks inside without invitation and the door shuts promptly behind them. Fishing his wallet out of a pocket, he opens the billfold and thumbs through it, counting out six benjis and a fifty. Karasu takes it wordlessly and shrugs off somewhere, returning and handing him his baggies.

“Did ya see the new sorority initiates?” Karasu speaks up. “One of the freshies is just your type.”

“Oh, yeah?” Shidou grins. “I thought you got tired of volleyball pussy already.” 

Karasu scoffs. “Nah, it’s just my girl keeps a pretty tight leash on me right now.” He flops down on an old couch and glances down at his phone, thumbing the screen. “She’s got a srat sister that’s pretty hot, though. Fuck man, how long’s it been since Rachel dumped yer ass? Few months now?” 

“Something like that,” Shidou responds with a hint of irritation. 

“I can give you her number if you wanna get your dick wet.” 

Shidou smirks. “Nah, man, I’m good. Always got Snapchat to fall back on.” 

Karasu puts his hands up. “Alright, alright. Hey, you don’t mind if I go after Rach, do you? Since she’s off your radar now and all.” 

Ugh. 

“Well fuck me, I guess not,” Shidou responds incredulously, rolling his eyes. The crow is always taking his hand-me-downs. “What about the girl you're with right now?” 

Karasu hums. “Eh, just keeping my options open. Ya know.” 

He might actually be pissed at Karasu’s usual manwhore behavior right now if he didn’t have a cutie waiting for him back in his dorm, all chained up and missing only a bow. 

“I’ll see you on tonight?” 

“Yah. I got that new decal—makes the car look like it’s made of lava,” Karasu says, eyes glued to his phone. 

“I’m down as long as you’re not running goal again. You suck at defense,” Shidou retorts with a hand on his hip. “You, me, and maybe Raichi if he’s not being a flaky little bitch.”

“Nah, I’ve been practicing. Watched, like, three YouTube tutorials. I’m basically a pro now. And Raichi is a flaky little bitch,” Karasu responds. 

“Aight, I’ll catch you later.” 

Shidou reaches over the couch to dap up Karasu and heads out. He pads down the stairs, heading back. Fuck, it’s crazy to think that they’re seniors already.

They had met during rush and clicked instantly—two freshman with matching grins and zero impulse control. From that night on, they were a package deal, tearing through college like a tornado. They were the guys jumping off rooftops into half-inflated kiddie pools, starting beer-fueled wrestling matches in living rooms, and setting couches on fire just to see what would happen (okay, it was one time). All-night parties followed their football games and they quickly built a tradition for getting blackout drunk when they lost and racking lines on bathroom sinks when they won. They chased the same chaos, the same high, and more often than not the same girls. They’re closer than brothers, held together by years of wild nights, bad decisions, and the kind of loyalty that didn’t need to be said out loud. 

All that being said, he’d made a point of keeping quiet about his relationship or lack-thereof with Blue Lock’s ace of the soccer team. Rumors had run rampant around the beginning of the semester when Rach had dumped him, but he’d deflected to anyone with enough balls to question him.

Fags don’t belong in the brotherhood. 

—

The sun is already working its way down the sky when Shidou stretches at his computer desk, neck popping left and right. He leans back in the chair, the cheap plastic groaning with his weight. 

“Sae-chaaaan~” he sing-songs, bored out of his mind. “What are ya doing?” 

“What does it look like, demon? I’m reading. Leave me alone.” Sae is a third through one of the books Shidou had given him the other day. He’s freshly showered, laying back on the bed.

Shidou swivels in his chair until he’s facing him. “You’ve been reading for like, three hours. Isn’t your brain melting yet?”

Sae flips a page with exaggerated calm. “Unlike you, I enjoy stimulation that doesn’t involve jerking off or screaming at Youtube videos."

Shidou lets out an offended scoff. “I don’t always scream. Sometimes I just laugh.”

“Congratulations. Evolution would be proud.”

Shidou rolls his eyes and flops sideways onto the bed, jostling Sae’s legs. “C’monnn. Do something with me. Let’s play a PC game. Or set something on fire.”

Sae kicks him half-heartedly. “Go set yourself on fire. Problem solved.”

“I would, but you’d miss me.” Shidou props his chin on Sae’s thigh, looking up with mock-innocence. “Don’t lie. You like having me around.”

“You’re unbearable.”

Shidou pouts. He pauses, tan arms looped behind his head. “Want some fresh air? I’ll let you out on the balcony if you join me for another smoke.” 

Teal eyes glance up at him briefly before settling down to the cuff around his wrist. “....Fine,” he concedes.

Smiling genuinely, he hops up off the bed and grabs the key. He undoes the cuff and pockets it before striding over to the glass door, sliding it open. The evening air is cooler than he’d like, but he doesn’t complain. 

Ryusei lights up in the room and tosses a cigarette and the warm zippo to Sae. The soccer player soon follows him out, fumbling with the lighting mechanism. Chuckling, he yanks the zippo out of Sae’s small hand and lights it for him, ignoring the ensuing expletive. 

The glass door slides shut and Sae takes residence in the chipped white plastic chair that occupies the small balcony. Shidou leans against the door, puffing and relaxing as best he can manage. His eyes train on Itoshi, and he can’t help the smile that crosses his face at how unnatural Itoshi looks, holding the cigarette the way he is. 

“What are you smirking about over there, idiot?” Sae’s voice is even, not overly angry. 

“Nothing, Sae-chan,” he responds, taking a drag. “Just admiring the view.” 

Interestingly, Sae doesn’t have a fun retort for him. They fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the cool air rustling the fall leaves the only sound other than soft exhales. 

Shidou keeps glancing over to Sae, making sure that he doesn’t smoke more than a half-cigarette again. 

“You know, Shidou…” Sae’s voice cuts through the silence, low and thoughtful. There’s an underlying edge of curiosity. “I’ve been wondering, what is it about me that gets you so riled up?” 

The question comes as a surprise. He glances across the courtyard of the campus in thought, cigarette nestled between his fingers. “Hm… you already know the answer to that, don’t you?” He takes a puff. “I drilled it into your body last night.” 

Sae scoffs under his breath, turning his head away, but the red on his ears is unmistakable. “Idiot. I meant before all that. Before this turned into whatever this is.”

Shidou hums, pretending to think harder than he really needs to. “Honestly? It was the way you never reacted. Back then, when I’d do my usual shit—push your buttons and send stupid texts—you never gave me what I wanted. You just ignored me like I was trash.”

Sae glances sideways at him now, eyes narrowing slightly. “So your kink is rejection. Got it.”

“No,” Shidou grins, sharp and sudden. “My kink is earning a reaction from someone like you. Cold, perfect, untouchable.” He leans in a little, voice dropping. “And now look at you. Smoking on my balcony. Wearing my hoodie. Cuffed to my bed.”

“Temporary insanity,” Sae replies dryly, but the edge of his voice is softer than it should be. “You forced me to stay here. Don’t let it go to your head.”

Shidou taps the ash off his cigarette, looking at him for a long moment. “It already has. You live in my head rent-free, Sae-chan. Even when you’re not chained to my mattress.”

Sae rolls his eyes, but this time he doesn't look away. “You're disgusting.”

“And you came 9 times last night on my disgusting cock.”

The seated man flushes slightly at his response, teal eyes flickering to him briefly, then away. “I’ll admit that we have a certain… physical compatibility. But is that really all it is to you?”  

It’s a loaded fucking question if he’s ever heard one. Obviously his feelings for Sae went more than skin-deep, but that’s not something he’s just going to confess out loud. What started as a physical attraction had quickly snowballed into full-on obsession. 

“Yeah, more or less,” he lies smoothly. “What’s wrong with wanting to be fuck buddies?”

Sae frowns in response. “A lot actually, when you beat the shit out of me.” 

“Tch. Don’t sour the romantic mood, lashes.” Shidou sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, alright. I’ll admit I went a lil off the handle. What can I say? You drive me crazy like that.” He takes a long drag. “I think it started when you waltzed into my dorm room that first night. I’ve never had a chick come onto me and demand I fuck her like that so it really caught me off guard, ya know? I was straight as a board but you didn’t even fucking care. Think you mighta altered my brain chemistry a bit, lashes.” 

Sae takes a short puff of his cigarette, a rare smile curling the edges of his lips at his mention of their first encounter. You’d miss it if you blinked. A silence falls over the two men and Shidou stubs his cigarette butt out. Feeling a little too caught up in the moment, he takes a step towards Sae. Instead of reaching for the half-burnt cigarette in his hand, Shidou brings a gentle hand to the fading purple around Sae’s left brow. 

The intimate gesture makes Itoshi freeze, but Shidou gently runs a thumb over the dark skin. “Sorry I hurt you, baby.” The apology is genuine, coming from a place deep inside Shidou that he’s not really sure how to label. He really does feel sorry for hurting his playmate, even if he deserves the punishment. A deep sigh escapes him. He can’t forget how Sae betrayed him, though. Reporting him to the school board is inexcusable. His voice drops lower. “I’ll do it again if I need to, though.” 

The other hasn’t touched his cigarette for a few minutes, instead opting to lean in ever gently against his hand. “I know,” Sae’s voice comes out, barely audible.

—

“Raichi, what the fuck was that?!” Karasu’s voice explodes through the Discord call, static crackling through his cheap mic.

“That was a calculated fake, birdbrain,” Raichi shoots back, slouched in his gaming chair with a Red Bull can teetering on the edge of his desk, visible on the cam. “I was baiting them.”

“You were upside down. In our goal,” Shidou chimes in, laughing so hard he wheezes. His camera is on, face lit up in a manic smile. “Bro looked like roadkill. Didn’t even flip.”

“Shut up! You both missed open goals earlier!” Raichi growls, rattling his mouse as he tries to catch up to the ball soaring across the field.

Karasu's cam flickers on. He’s shirtless, damp hair clinging to his forehead from a post-shower sweat, hoodie tied around his neck like a cape. “Shidou, you whiffed that aerial so bad I thought your controller disconnected.”

“I don’t use a controller,” Shidou replies smugly, launching his car into a half-flip reset and totally botching it. “I’m raw-dogging this game on mouse and keyboard. Alpha behavior.”

“That explains everything,” Karasu mutters.

The three of them are deep into their fifth match of ranked 3v3s, and the team chemistry is horrific. Shidou keeps chasing every ball like it owes him money, Karasu plays defense only when he feels like it, and Raichi keeps screaming over every goal scored—whether it was theirs or the enemy’s.

“Shidou, center it! I’m mid!” Karasu calls, boosting up the side wall.

“Don’t tell me what to do, crow-boy.”

“I swear to god— ”

But Shidou does center it, a perfect pass rolling across the goal mouth.

“RAICHI, HIT IT!” both of them scream at once.

Raichi double-jumps, panics, spins sideways… and completely misses.

Silence.

“Calculated,” Raichi mutters. “They weren’t ready for that miss. It’s psychological warfare.”

Karasu disconnects his mic just to sigh louder. Shidou practically falls out of his chair laughing.

They lose 3–1.

After the match, all three sit idle in the post-game lobby, none of them queuing again. Karasu leans back, yawning. “We’re ass.”

Shrugging his headphones off without a word to his lousy teammates, Shidou trots off to the bathroom for another line. The door clacks shut behind him, wary of Sae’s presence. There’s still a good ten lines left on the glass panel tucked just inside the door, and he grabs the pink straw, leaning forward and gently snorting a fat one. He leans up and groans softly, pressing the remainder into his nose. Too far gone to glance in the mirror, he runs back to his computer, eager for the next match. 

He flops into the chair with a wild grin, tossing the headset back on and unmuting mid-breath.

“Alright, who’s ready to get carried again?!” he howls into the mic, his energy spiking off the charts.

Raichi doesn’t answer—just belches into his mic and readies up for queue. “You better not miss a single shot this time, freak.”

“I won’t!” Shidou slams the ‘ready’ button. “I can see the ball’s soul right now.”

“That’s concerning,” Karasu says flatly. “Like, medically.”

But the match loads up anyway, and Shidou's car goes full throttle from the first second, cutting across the field with unhinged precision. He doesn’t play like a normal person—he zigzags, speed flips wildly, and somehow ends up where the ball always is, as if guided by instinct or insanity.

“Bro, how are you this cracked?” Raichi exclaims mid-game, borderline impressed.

“Focus, boys,” Shidou mutters, completely locked in. “This is the match where we ascend.”

“You’ve definitely ascended something,” Karasu replies. “Don’t know if it’s just the snow or brain damage.”

They’re up 4–2. Shidou scores the hat trick, assists the fourth, and demo’s the same opponent six times.

By the end of the game, he’s bouncing in his seat like a kid. “Next match. Queue. Let’s fucking go. ”

“Can you actually shut the fuck up?” Sae’s voice cuts in, barely audible past the blaring lobby screen music. Shidou quickly mutes his mic and cuts the video, peeling his headphones back. His pink eyes glare at Sae who’s laying around on top of his bed. 

“The hell’s your problem?” Shidou mutters, rubbing his nose once, fast. His whole body still buzzes with leftover adrenaline from the match—and the line.

“My problem,” Sae says slowly, voice flat, “is that you’re screaming about Rocket League at 11:30 at night. You should go to sleep.”

“And you should go fuck yourself,” Shidou spits, voice sharp.

He doesn’t wait for a reply—just throws the headset back on, unmutes, and grins wide into the screen as if nothing happened.

“Alright, boys. Let’s queue up. I’m feeling frisky.”

The match timer ticks past overtime. Shidou’s screen blazes with motion—boost trails, goal explosions, and his manic laughter bouncing through the Discord call.

“Yo, one more, one more!” Karasu yells, equally wired.

“I’m wide! Center it!” Raichi barks through his bad mic.

Shidou is grinning, headset askew, eyes bloodshot but bright with the thrill of the game. He is hunched over his desk, twitchy but locked in, completely absorbed in the chaos.

Behind him, the bed creaks.

“You’re too loud,” Sae mutters, voice rough and tired. His wrists tug, sending the chain softly jingling. “It’s past midnight.”

Shidou doesn’t turn around. Doesn’t answer.

“Seriously,” Sae goes on, more annoyed now. “You’ve been yelling for an hour straight. I can’t sleep like this.”

Another goal flashes across the screen. Shidou’s car explodes into confetti. His laugh rings out again—sharp, feral.

“Shidou.”

This time, the name comes sharper. Colder.

Shidou’s jaw tightens. Without a word, he reaches up and slams his mic mute. The call’s chatter drops to silence in an instant. “Stop fucking talking while I’m playing. Do you want the guys to start asking questions?” 

“Is that a serious question? Do I look like I give a shit?” Sae’s voice retorts. 

Shidou only glares at the magenta-haired man. Sae can be such an ass sometimes. Maybe the slut was feeling a little lonely. He doesn’t really have time to fuck around with him, but surely he can indulge Itoshi, somehow. Well, there’s one thing he can do. 

A silly smile spreads across his face as he hops out of the chair, coming over and unlocking the metal cuff around Sae’s fist. 

“Time to pay your rent, Sae-chan~” he says. “I’mma keep playing while you suck me off, mkay?”

Sae’s eyebrow twitches in surprise and irritation. “What? Hell, no.” 

The screen lights up with a goal from the other team and Shidou’s gaze flicks back, pupils slightly dilated. “I don’t really have time to argue with you, Sae-chan. Come ‘ere. And don’t be a brat about it. I’m not in the mood.”

Shidou queues up for the next match, slipping his headset back on and unmuting the mic. The familiar voices of Karasu and Raichi fill his ears instantly. 

“Alright, boys,” he says into the mic, voice sharp and upbeat. “Time to make up for that trash fire last round.”

“Oh, so now you’re locked in?” Karasu teases. 

“Just had to re-center my chakras,” Shidou replies, tone breezy. “And I’m carrying this game. So shut up and follow my lead.”

The match loads. Kickoff explodes. Raichi’s already screaming something incoherent about demoing the enemy goalie, and Karasu is laughing way too loud.

He feels his basketball shorts being tugged on and Shidou doesn’t even look down, just lifts his ass so Sae can slip them down far enough. 

A bump jolts Shidou’s screen—his car gets sent flying. He grits his teeth and forces a laugh.

“Nice bump, Raichi. Didn’t know we were team-killing tonight.”

“Shut it, you recovered,” Raichi grumbles.

Shidou’s entire soft cock is suddenly enveloped in warm wetness, making him jolt. Damn, Sae wasn’t even gonna warm him up first? A moist tongue flattens against the bottom of his cock, and just a few sucks later, he’s hard so fucking quick.

Shidou presses his lips tight and leans forward, locking in again. He moves with purpose, clinical in his shots, all while pretending everything’s fine. Normal. Under control. 

Glancing down, he’s immediately distracted as he realizes Sae is staring directly at him the whole time he’s giving him head. As their eyes lock, Sae pulls back slightly, opening his mouth like a slut teasing his cockhead with the tip of his tongue and kitten-licks like he’s putting on a goddamn show. Shidou is pretty good at stifling his pleasure but he sucks in air through his nose suddenly at the erotic view between his legs. 

Simultaneously the last line hits him, pupils dilating and his focus sharp and clean, like a wire tightening in his skull. 

“Shidou,” Karasu snaps through the mic, “what the hell are you doing? You keep missing rotations.”

“I got it, I got it,” Shidou growls back, eyes back on his screen. The man between his thighs is working his cock over good now, head bobbing as Shidou flicks his mouse around on the office desk. After a particularly hard suck, his eyes drop again, jaw clenched.

Another goal slips past them.

Raichi groans. “Bro, you were right there. What are you even looking at?”

“Man’s cooked,” Karasu adds.

Despite getting his dick wet, he’s starting to get pissy about losing his winning momentum. In a fun game of holding out just to make Sae’s jaw hurt, he switches his focus entirely to the match. It doesn’t take long before he’s back into it. 

The moment the ball drops, Shidou is gone—launching forward with a boost. Everything narrows to the glowing orb bouncing ahead and the pulse of his heartbeat hammering in his ears. 

His eyes track the ball’s arc perfectly, anticipation sharpening every movement. With a quick flick, he catches the ball off the wall, sending it soaring toward the goal. He adjusts mid-air, twisting his car just so, and slams into the ball with precision.

The net ripples. The goal explosion lights the screen. He exhales a breath through his nose and it audibly shudders a bit as Sae deepthroats him. 

Suddenly, over the voice chat, Karasu’s voice cuts through the noise. “Yo, did you guys hear that?”

Shidou’s voice comes through, forced and a little too sharp. “It’s nothing. Focus on the game.”

As if just to piss him off, Sae makes a loud slurping sound on his cock suddenly. He can’t help but glance down between his legs and glare at the magenta-haired man. 

“Bahaha!! Bro, you’re being so fucking obvious! At least cut your mic!” Karasu’s voice suddenly shrieks. 

Raichi frowns, confused. “What? What’s going on.” 

“Dude, look how red Shidou is. He’s totally getting sloppy-toppy right now.” 

The discord call goes radio-silent. Without their banter filling his headphones, the quiet sucks seem ungodly loud now. That warm suction pulses faster on his cock, a hand stroking his base in time.

“SHIDOU, you dirty dog!!” Raichi screeches. “Get that poor woman off her knees! Why the hell are you even gaming right now with a chick in your room?” 

Ryusei grins like an idiot, knowing he’s been caught. “Hey, I made it through like, 2 rounds like this, yeah? Gotta work on my endurance.” A particularly hard suck makes one of his eyes twitch and he grunts. 

“Holy shit dude, cut your cam,” Karasu says, doubling over with laughter. “I don’t need to see you creaming yourself.” 

“What, ya don’t think I’d make a good o-face?” Shidou breaks out into a manic smile, opening his jaws making a lewd expression into the camera, moaning like an idiot. 

Suddenly the delicious suction on his cock stops and Shidou glances down to see Sae silently glaring at him, cock in hand. Haha. Looks like whatever game Sae had cooked up in his stupid little brain hadn’t really played out his favor. 

“Hey, I didn’t say ya could stop,” he says to Sae, looking straight at him with a catty smile. No point in muting his mic now. 

Karasu is still dying of laughter on the other end of the discord call. Raichi just shakes his head in disapproval. “Dude, we’ve been playing for like, three hours. You’re an idiot for trying to play while someone’s literally in your bed. Just log off next time.”

Karasu must have just done a line during the interim because he’s manic with laughter. “ Wait— ” he gasped. “ Wait wait wait— she’s in your dorm, yeah? Right now? While we’re playing ranked?” His laughter doubles over into wheezing, chair creaking under him. “That’s so foul. What’s wrong with you, man?” 

Even if Sae can’t hear exactly what his friends are jabbing about, he can surely hear the laughter because he lets go of Shidou’s cock with a supremely irritated expression. 

“Oh my god,” Karasu continues, half-choking on his words. “Is it your ex? Tell me it’s your ex. That’d be so cursed.”

Shidou doesn’t answer immediately. He tries to laugh it off, to hide the flicker of panic in his chest. 

Karasu is still dying. “God, no wonder he kept muting! Bro, were you actually— ”

“Drop it,” Shidou snaps, sharper than intended.

The call goes quiet for a second. Only the game’s hum fills the space.

Then Karasu clears his throat, voice still light but less pushy now. “Alright, alright. You don’t have to tell us. But, like... at least tell her to wave or something next time.”

Shidou grumbles, rubbing the back of his head. The fun of getting caught has kinda worn off and he just wants to get his rocks off already. It’s way past midnight now, anyway. 

“Yo, Shidou,” Karasu said, still grinning through his mic, “you logging off? Gonna go entertain your ‘guest’ now?”

Raichi sighs. “About time. You’ve been off all night.”

Shidou’s voice comes through, clipped and low. “Yeah. I’m done.” He doesn’t offer a goodbye. No banter. No smug one-liner. Just a sharp click as he leaves the Discord call and the screen dims. By the time he pulls away, Sae’s already tucked into his makeshift bed on the floor, back turned starkly to him. 

Itoshi doesn’t even open an eye when Shidou walks forward quietly, lifting one of his arms and reattaching the cuff. It’s quiet and dark in the room now, the only sound audible being the faint hum of his PC fans. 

Well damn, now he actually kinda feels like an asshole. 

Bare feet padding back to the bathroom, he spends another two hours finishing the lines he’d racked up earlier. The coke quickly brings him back to his happy place, head swimming with dopamine. He sits his ass on the cold bathroom linoleum and skirts through his usual porn playlist, but nothing really seems to get him going. Staring at the screen, he very tentatively pulls up a gay porn site. He skims through three different videos before getting disgusted and tossing his phone to the side. 

The night passes by as his heart thrums through his chest, hand choking the chicken and only thinking about that look Sae had given him. 

Nestled between his tan thighs under his computer desk, he had stared right at him without a hint of shame as Shidou’s cock slid between those lips stretched taught. Those teal eyes that were normally half-lidded in boredom had been glimmering with mischief as he’d sucked him off like Shidou’s cock was the best lollipop he’d ever tasted. 

Staring at the popcorn ceiling, he replays in his mind the view of Sae’s pink tongue flicking the tip of his cock in quick succession over and over. He keeps jerking off to the erotic memory until it’s permanently ingrained in both heads.

DAYS IN CAPTIVITY - 3

—

Teal eyes open brearily as Itoshi Sae wakes Friday morning. He shifts and immediately groans at the stiffness in his shoulder from sleeping on the floor for the third night in a row. The thin blanket beneath him offers no padding against the short-pile carpet, and the cheap pillow under his head might as well be paper. 

Normally he would rest in his comfy bed for a while before starting his morning routine - an oil-based facial cleanser, gentle and citrus-scented, followed by a lightweight moisturizer and a dot of sunscreen. Then, always, the sunlight. Soft and clean through tall glass doors, warming his face as he stepped barefoot onto his balcony. A coffee in hand. Or a salted kombucha, the imported kind with sea buckthorn. But no, not here. 

Here, every morning starts with stiff shoulders and a screaming back. The rattle of the chain. The feeling of being trapped, all over again.

An annoyingly loud snore comes from the bed. 

Based on the angle of sunlight streaming through the blinds, Sae silently decrees wake up time. Without ceremony, he yanks the lumpy pillow out from beneath his head and swings it like a weapon, launching it over the edge of the mattress. It thwacks the blonde devil right in the back of the head.

“Huh?! Officer, no I swear—!” Shidou shoots upright, covered in sweat, pink eyes wide and confused. His hair is a wild mess of blonde spikes flattened oddly on one side.

Sae just stares at him from the floor, blank-faced, unimpressed, like the idiot that he is. 

After a moment Shidou relaxes his rigid posture, grabbing his phone to check the time. He glares at Sae. 

“Wake the fuck up. I gotta shit,” Sae declares pointedly. Well, it’s not really that pressing of an issue but Sae is eager to get this fucking cuff off his wrist again. 

Shidou sucks air through his teeth in frustration, then reaches for the key on the nightstand and undoes the cuff. 

“Going back to sleep,” Shidou grouches, pulling the blanket over his head to block out the harsh morning light that filters through the blinds in thin golden slats. “Don’t bother me.” 

He’s a little surprised that Shidou is giving him free reign but he doesn’t say a word of complaint. Rather than go straight to the bathroom, he spends the next ten minutes performing a few long-held stretches. Arms overhead. Shoulders rolling. Spine curling forward with a satisfying crack as he bends at the waist.

He can’t remember the last time he went so long without hitting the gym. Even on international flights or vacation getaways, he’d always found a way—hotel fitness centers, bodyweight routines, anything to keep the machine running. Some people might turn their nose up at exercising while on vacation, but Sae just didn’t feel right without breaking a sweat at least once a day. Here, he was achy every day. Dormant and sedentary, he really does feel like a prisoner. 

Glancing at the door he briefly considers bolting. His eyes return to the lump known as Shidou Ryusei under the covers and he decides against it. The last thing he needs right now is a high-speed chase at 9 in the morning. 

Rising to his feet, he walks to the back of the dorm. The autumn air is blowing the blinds against the glass sliding door, and against his better judgement he steals the yellow package sitting near the door and quietly slips out onto the balcony. 

Smoking is disgusting insofar as the lingering scent and obvious health concerns. But without a coffee to sip or his phone to scroll on, he’s not exactly sure how else to occupy his time right now. It takes a few clicks of the zippo before his thumb jumps the lighter and he inhales, lighting the tip of his temporary indulgence.   

That’s all this was—a short-lived vice. God, he wishes he could see Rin’s face right now if he caught his nii-san smoking. The thought pulls a quiet, reluctant smile to his lips. 

Outside, the world feels real again. He lifts the cigarette again and takes another short puff. Nothing deep—his lungs are still too healthy for that kind of punishment. It scratches at his throat, but the discomfort is oddly grounding. The  cool autumn air offsets the burning tobacco in his lungs in a rather pleasant way. 

How on earth does Shidou perform so well as an athlete with a smoking habit, anyway? It defies logic. His stamina should be worse, his breath shorter, his recovery slower—but somehow the linebacker is always at the top of the stat sheets. Explosive. Ruthless. Unpredictable.

The blonde devil is a mystery in a lot of ways. From the past few days of living with the man, he’s observed and learned his habits albeit unwillingly. Not because he was curious, but because Shidou isn't exactly subtle.

The man either has no shame or simply didn’t believe in privacy.

Shidou attends mostly morning classes, or skips them altogether. He works out daily, but unlike Sae, has zero rhyme or reason as to when. As opposed to Sae’s morning practice, Shidou attends afternoon or evening football practices. 

Contrasting with his daily habits, Sae feels like he understands the blonde devil’s emotions even less now. 

Shidou Ryusei has the emotional range of a live wire—flickering between fixation and disinterest, laughter and rage, playfulness and something darker. He is the kind of person you can’t predict, and Sae hates unpredictability. Hates not knowing which version of Shidou he’d be waking up to. Which one might walk through the door. Which one might touch him like a lover, or shove him like a threat.

Shidou had said himself that he thought of Sae as a fuck buddy. So why does he get so violent with him? It doesn’t help how soft and mushy he gets at times, too. It’s like there are two sides to the man, and Sae is always walking on thin ice, unsure what might set him off. 

Actually, scratch that. There is a pattern, when he really thinks about it. 

Sae takes a drag on the cigarette, letting the smoke tendril drift away in the cool air. 

A long while passes as Sae considers their past encounters and how Shidou’s emotions had grown more complicated with each. 

The first—full of newfound excitement and sheepish embarrassment at being caught fucking Shidou in his dorm by their RA, Kuon. The blonde devil had been apprehensive about fucking a guy at first, which Sae had found cute in a way. He was a little aggressive with the blowjob pacing but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. 

The second—the most violent rape he’s ever experienced. He was assaulted outdoors at night. Face-fucked, and forced to say awful, degrading shit. Beaten mercilessly. And the evidence had been documented. Whatever happened to that photo, anyway…?

Then the harassing texts started coming in. The constant fear crept in.

The third—Shidou raped him in his own dorm room. Choked him unconscious and cuffed him to his own bed to have his way with his body. He’d been bruised terribly and spanked after he’d broken Shidou’s phone with a well-timed kick. He chuckles at that small defiant victory, despite everything. 

And finally, he’d been roofied and supposedly carried back to Shidou’s room. And viola. Fucking trapped like a mouse. He recalls with a shudder the sickening jolts of pain he’d felt when Shidou had punched his face continuously without the restraint of a human being. It wasn’t normal. Only a devil could inflict such violence on an unarmed person like that.

He’s three-quarters through his cigarette and his head is swimming with the nicotine now. 

So much wanton cruelty. And yet, he struggles to understand Shidou Ryusei. What would compel a man to act out like that? And why did he force Sae to cum…every single time? Numerous times? It still doesn’t really add up. 

He doesn’t want to care. He really doesn’t. 

Yet the night before last, they had fucked for hours. Sae had never had such a deep physical connection with another man like that in his whole goddamn life. Shidou knew exactly what he needed and gave it to him, over and over. It was practically poetic, how much of a selfless lover Shidou was. It was rough, sure. Yet Shidou knew exactly how much Sae could handle, even better than he himself could. When to go slow, and when to let loose and fly until he was screaming with delirious overstimulation. When their bodies had melded together, when they had held each other’s eyes for far, far too long during the slower sessions, it was like they had grown an understanding in each other that no else had. Something that superseded the man that Shidou presented on the surface. Violent. Idiotic. Silly. Pervy. Guilty. Apologetic. 

Now floaty with too much nicotine, he finishes a cigarette for the first time in his life. It’s a light buzzing, pleasant but also overwhelming. 

As his weary brain tries to unravel Shidou further, he realizes he’s gone too far when he feels an unfamiliar emotion stir—remorse. The blond devil surely has a good side somewhere inside him; maybe he just needs to take an adderall or something to chill the fuck out. Maybe it’s hidden behind the rage and the chaos, or perhaps it’s just suffocated under years of bad choices and worse habits. 

A nervous hand habitually pulls his magenta bangs back. He has to carry out his plan with Isagi and the school board once he gets out of this prison. 

He can’t go back on his word. He won’t. 

Shidou has sinned too deeply to escape his due punishment.

Chapter Text

It’s late afternoon and Sae is nearly finished with his Harry Potter book, lying on Shidou’s bed. His chain jingles slightly as he turns each page, but he scarcely notices it anymore. 

He makes every attempt to ignore the dorm resident who’s currently sitting at the small desk in the corner of the room. Shidou is working on a school assignment and can’t even be quiet doing that much. A half-eaten protein bar is stuck to a napkin beside his elbow, and there’s a discarded hoodie slung over the back of his chair.

More than once, he mutters something incomprehensible under his breath—gritted curses, dramatic sighs, even the occasional sharp laugh at the page he’s writing on.

Sae’s eyes flick over to him, just briefly. Shidou is slouched forward in his chair, one hand tangled in his hair while the other scribbles half-formed numbers on a crumpled worksheet. A worn trig textbook lies open beside the keyboard, pages filled with angry highlighter and smudged pencil marks.

Shidou lets out a low groan, staring daggers at his worksheet like it personally offended him. “Sae-chaaaan,” he whines. “You’re good at math, right? Help me before I start throwing things.”

A deep sigh escapes Sae. Trig is one of the easier math courses offered at Blue Lock, practically remedial compared to the advanced analytics required for the sports strategy program. Maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Shidou is an idiot in more ways than one. 

“Go find a math tutor at the library,” he says flatly, eyes trailing back over the same paragraph for the second time. “It’s what they’re paid for.”

“Wow,” Shidou says, voice dripping with wounded theatrics. “You’re really gonna make me crawl to the library when I’ve got a genius lying ten feet away?”

Sae’s eyes flick up briefly. Shidou is sprawled in his chair like a sulking cat, his laptop open in front of him, calculator tossed to the side, discarded and forgotten.

“I’m reading,” Sae says simply. “Not babysitting.”

Shidou spins slowly in his chair, letting the momentum carry him half-around before planting his feet on the floor with a thud. “Come on, lashes. You could at least pretend to care.”

Sae is re-reading the same paragraph for the third time now, but he refuses to give Shidou the satisfaction of knowing he’s gotten under his skin.

“If I help you once, you’ll keep asking.”

Shidou leans forward, resting his chin in his hand, watching him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is when you’re as stupid as you are.”

That earns a bark of laughter. Shidou leans back again, tossing a pen in the air and catching it lazily.

“You know,” he says after a beat, “I think I like you more when you’re mean to me.”

Sae doesn’t reply. But the corners of his mouth twitch just slightly as he turns the next page.

Shidou rises to his feet, and Sae doesn’t raise his head from his book until the cuff has fallen away from his wrist. 

“There. Now you have to help me,” Shidou proclaims with a smile. 

Sae sighs deeply, meeting Shidou’s cat-eyed grin with indifference. This might entertain him more than reading a young adult novel for a short while, if only slightly. So he reluctantly agrees.

The two men walk over to the desk that's covered in papers. Shidou takes up residence in his rolly chair again as Sae picks up the assignment. “You wrote ‘sin = sadness’ in your notes,” he says flatly.

“Well? Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” Sae deadpans. “And it’s a miracle you haven’t been kicked off the team yet if you’re struggling this badly with basic math as a senior.”

“Pff, I make up for it with raw charm and shirtless warmups.”

“God help us all.”

Sae sits down in a second desk chair and surveys the mess of half-completed problems and chaotic doodles on the worksheet. One of the triangles has flames around it. Another has fangs.

“You’re not even trying to understand this.”

“I was trying,” Shidou insists. “They look cooler with flames, though.”

Sae sighs, grabs a pencil, and redraws the diagram with clean, steady lines. “Adjacent side here. Hypotenuse here. That means cosine of theta equals adjacent over hypotenuse. Fill in the values.”

Shidou leans over his shoulder with exaggerated interest. “Wow. You make it sound almost easy.”

“Because it is.”

“Then why am I so bad at it?”

Sae doesn’t answer right away. He just glances over his shoulder, pencil still moving. “Maybe because you treat everything like a joke.”

Shidou hums at that, then grins. “Nah. Just treat you like one.”

Sae doesn’t rise to the bait. He hands him the pencil and points. “Your turn. Show me you’re not hopeless.”

“I’ll show you something,” Shidou mutters under his breath.

Sae rolls his eyes, but stays seated. He’ll suffer through one problem. Maybe two. No promises after that.

Surprisingly, the blond devil’s not as dumb as he seems. He gets all of the answers correct with Sae’s teal eyes peering over his shoulder. Was he just putting on an act earlier? With Sae watching, arms crossed and expression unreadable, Shidou knocks out each problem with surprising ease. His handwriting is messy, sure, and his grip on the pencil is all wrong, but he moves through the equations with a kind of instinctive understanding. Right answers, showing all of his work. No guessing.

Sae tilts his head slightly, studying him. Huh.

He’s not stupid. Not even close. He just can’t focus for shit.

Between each problem, Shidou fidgets—bouncing his leg, drumming his fingers, glancing over his shoulder, cracking his neck like he's gearing up for a football play. He taps the eraser against his teeth. He hums a little tune. He zones out mid-step and then catches himself, blinking back to the paper like it tried to run away.

Sae watches it all in silence.

“You’re not bad at this,” he says finally.

Shidou blinks up at him, wide-eyed like he was just caught doing something wrong. “Huh?”

“The math,” Sae says. “You get the process. You just... get distracted.”

Shidou shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Kinda boring unless someone’s breathing down my neck.”

Sae scoffs. “With how easily you lose focus, it’s a miracle you get anything done.”

“Yeah, well,” he says with a grin, “some of us thrive in chaos.”

Sae just stares at him for a moment, then looks back down at the paper. He won’t say it out loud, but in a weird way, it makes sense. The impulsiveness, the sudden intensity, the violence and tenderness crashing into each other like waves. Shidou doesn’t think linearly. He feels, reacts, spirals. No wonder he’s so dangerous.

“You done?” he asks, voice flat.

Shidou looks at the paper. “Uh... yeah. I think so.”

Sae picks it up and scans it briefly.

“Yeah. Looks good.” 

Shidou preens at the compliment and quickly tucks all his homework away. 

Sae returns to the bed and interestingly, Shidou doesn’t lock him back up. He doesn’t comment on it, not wanting to remind the blond devil. Or maybe it’s on purpose. Either way, Sae is content to stretch out on the bed again, this time with a little more quiet in the room. He opens the book to his previous stopping point. 

Concentration proves difficult when Shidou starts undressing right across from him. The blond strips off his shirt without a care in the world, tossing it somewhere across the room haphazardly.

He attempts to keep his eyes trained to the book but is rather unsuccessful as Shidou changes to his workout clothes. Unlike Sae’s form-fitting compression wear, the blonde devil always seems to opt for the baggy stuff—basketball shorts and a sleeveless muscle tank today, it seems. The shirt he slips on is practically useless, with armpit cutouts so wide they show his ribs and the dip of his sharp obliques.

He clears his throat and looks back at the page. No idea what paragraph he’s on anymore.

Shidou stands and slings a gym bag over his shoulder, his grin softening slightly as he eyes Sae on the bed.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he says.

Sae lifts a hand lazily, eyes already drifting back to the book. 

And then the door clicks shut behind him.

Sae stares at the page, finally able to concentrate—but not quite reading. Not yet. He flexes his now-free wrist, the absence of the cuff still humming at the edge of his mind.

He could leave. One hour—that’s how much time Shidou has given him free reign. 

Two minutes pass as his mind starts sprinting. That bastard never forgets to lock him up. He swallows thickly. This has to be a trap. A test. Or a game.

Right?

His eyes glance to the laptop, but he knows that’s being monitored. Darting around, he searches for any hint of a camera in the room. 

Seeing none, he figures he may as well take his chance. 

He jumps off the bed. He starts shredding through Shidou’s desk, yanking open drawers with none of his usual grace. His hands fly through loose papers, notebooks, pens, wrappers—useless. He rifles through the drawers again, shoving things aside more violently now, eyes scanning every dark corner. A flash of hope rises with every object overturned, only to die again when his phone doesn’t appear. 

Racking his brain, he recalls seeing the blonde devil get something out of his night stand drawer yesterday. He strides over and whips the drawer open, but the drawer is completely empty save for one thing. 

He stares at the unknown object and it clicks. It’s a gun sitting inside a worn mesh holster. 

Curiosity getting the better of him, he carefully picks the firearm up. It’s astonishingly heavy, and he unclasps the button, sliding it out with extreme delicacy as if even touching it might cause a misfire. It’s some sort of pistol, maybe a glock. He stands frozen, heart thundering in his ears, as the weight of the pistol settles into his palms. The cold metal grips his fingers, and he can almost feel its dormant power thrumming against his skin. Every warning he’d ever heard about guns floods his mind, telling him to put it down already.

His pulse races as he remembers yesterday’s image: Shidou grabbing his motorcycle helmet then pausing in front of the drawer, slipping the holster inside the back of his pants without a second glance. It had been so casual, but he distinctly remembers Shidou tucking it behind his back, presumably to avoid alerting Sae of its presence in the room.

Sae’s never touched a gun before, which shouldn’t come as a surprise since handguns are heavily regulated and extremely illegal for civilians to own in Japan, not to mention on a university campus. He turns it over, inspecting the side. There’s faint scratch marks near the barrel, and upon closer inspection, he realizes that it’s the serial number that has been etched out of existence. 

Great. So Shidou’s a fucking criminal, too. 

Why on earth does Shidou possess a gun? There isn’t a single plausible explanation. Maybe the blonde devil is even more dangerous than he anticipated. Would he use it to threaten Sae if things got out of hand? His stomach twists at the thought. He’ll have to be more careful around Shidou moving forward. 

Gently, Sae clasps the pistol in both hands and places it back in the holster. He slips it back into the drawer in the same position he had found it in, and shuts it with finality.

Either way, his phone certainly wasn’t in the room. Of course Shidou would take the damn phone with him. He probably knew Sae would try this the second he left. That smug, calculating bastard.

He grits his teeth. He was so close. So fucking close to sending just one message. Anything. A single text to Isagi would’ve been enough.

Maybe Shidou just wants him to try and run, so he has an excuse to punish him again. The thought keeps Sae standing numbly in the middle of the dorm, only feet away from the door  which he knows can be unlocked from the inside with a simple turn of the handle. 

Chained or not, the walls are still here. Shidou is still in control.

He sinks back onto the bed, a fresh wave of defeat settling in his chest. 

Standing and moving to the bathroom, he glances into the mirror. The bruising across his cheekbone and temple has faded into a grayish yellow now. Not quite healed. But the size of it—it spreads from his eye nearly to his jaw. A quiet, ugly reminder of how easily Shidou could snap. And did.

Sae lifts a hand, fingertips brushing the discolored skin.

The idea of being hurt again like this makes bile rise in his throat. He grips the edge of the sink, knuckles white.

Even if Shidou would soon be expelled, who knows when that might happen. The school board would take their sweet fucking time with it, surely. Investigations. Paperwork. Hearings. Weeks, maybe.

Plenty of time. Plenty of chances for Shidou to decide Sae needs to be “disciplined” again. It would likely get worse every time it happens. It isn’t worth risking it to run now when he would likely be released in a few day’s time. 

He breathes deeply. He just needs to be patient a little while longer. 

A few more days. 

And when he’s finally free, he’ll make sure Shidou pays for every second of it.

—

The noise of college seniors gearing up for their Friday nights can be heard outside Shidou’s dorm as Sae sits at the small desk, thumbing through a magazine. The noise crescendos—laughter, a whoop, someone sprinting past the dorm door yelling something unintelligible. It’s a little grating and Sae tries his best to ignore the excited shouts bleeding through the door. 

He’s already several swigs into a bottle of Jack he found stashed under the bed. Harsh and cheap, with none of the smoothness he expects from something worth drinking, like a nice bourbon. The cheap whiskey burns as it goes down his throat, and he follows every mouthful with water. 

Would he get punished for dipping into Shidou’s booze? Maybe. Does he care? Not even slightly. 

He’s never been one for going to parties except for the few at Aiku’s house he gets dragged along to from time to time. The reasoning is twofold—ignoring people and avoiding alcohol. Beer has way too many carbs and always makes him feel bloated. Liquor is the better option, but he rarely gets to indulge with morning soccer practices leaving no room for a hangover. 

So here he is, attempting to drink as much as reasonably possible before Shidou returns any second. Best case scenario is he can blot out at least one night in this godforsaken place. 

His stomach’s starting to warm unpleasantly now, and he wonders if he should slow down. Probably. But he doesn’t.

A flicker of awareness rises—he should hide the bottle. He could at least pretend he hadn’t touched it. But the idea makes him laugh under his breath, soft and bitter. Shidou would smell it on him anyway.

The lock clicks, and Shidou Ryusei strolls in, gym bag slung over his shoulder. Clearly he hasn’t showered because god he fucking reeks. Those pink cat-eyes zero in on him and he smiles, but it’s not his usual cocky grin. It's the smile of a tired man returning home after a long day’s work to find their wifey-poo smiling right back at him from the kitchen. 

Except, Sae isn’t smiling. 

Because Shidou’s smile is unnerving. It’s as if he knew Sae wouldn’t bolt, and he had won their unspoken game. 

“Miss me, lashes? Glad to see you didn’t do anything stupid while I was gone.” His voice is light, teasing, but there’s a razor edge underneath it. The threat Shidou never needs to say aloud anymore.

“No,” Sae responds flatly. 

The blonde devil walks up to the desk, tossing his bag on the ground. He eyes the open bottle of Jack sitting on the desk sitting in plain view. 

“Oooh, getting started without me, I see,” Shidou says, voice sliding back into that familiar, irritating drawl. He picks the bottle up and swishes it around. “Damn, I gotta catch up. You drank quite a bit.” 

There’s something precise in the way his gaze lingers, the way he tilts it, as if calculating how much is gone down to the ounce. It comes as a surprise that Shidou knows exactly how much booze was in the bottle beforehand. It was just rolling around on the floor under the bed, after all. He’s surprisingly observant, and it only irritates Sae further when he gets the nagging feeling Shidou’s always keeping tabs on him.   

“Go take a shower. You reek,” Sae says, his teal eyes unimpressed with Shidou’s lack of hygiene. He could have at least showered at the gym. 

“Nah,” Shidou responds, fishing a red solo cup out from a desk drawer. He pours himself one— two mississippis of the whiskey. Well damn, he would catch up soon with that amount. Shidou slides into the unoccupied chair backwards and brings the plastic cup up to his lips, his fingers curled around the rim as if it's an expensive rocks glass. He takes a few sips without reaching for a chaser, just sucking air through his teeth at the burn. 

Sae leans back slightly in his seat and narrows his eyes. “You always drink after a workout?”

“Only on Fridays,” Shidou says, tipping the cup again. “Gotta get the weekend started right.”

Sae scoffs under his breath. “You sound like every washed-up frat guy on this campus.”

Across from him, Shidou leans back in the chair, shoulders loose, pink eyes half-lidded and watching Sae like he’s a show playing just for him.

“You gonna keep being cute and bitchy all night,” he says, tapping the cup against his knee, “or you wanna drink with me like a normal dude?”

“I’m not your friend,” Sae snaps.

Shidou grins again, slow and sharp. “You’re right. You’re mine.”

And Sae really, really hates how quiet the room goes after that.

The blonde keeps drinking, those pink eyes trained right on Sae. The intensity of his gaze makes him feel small and irritatingly pathetic. The alcohol from earlier is beginning to settle in, leaving his head pleasantly light but his skin hot and sensitive.

Shidou wordlessly gets another red solo cup out and pours some more whiskey out for Sae, albeit much less than what’s in his own cup. He slides the cup across the desk towards Sae with a crooked grin, those eyes still locking onto his. The gesture is both an offering and a challenge, a silent command to keep pace even though Sae feels himself faltering.

Despite the tension in the air, the liquor is quick to ease whatever the hell Sae was angry about earlier. Oh yeah, Shidou’s lack of a shower. The buzz is warmly pleasant now, and he considers the fact that his little brother Rin isn’t around right now to whine about his drinking like usual. He frowns slightly thinking about it, looking into the depleting cup. 

“What’s wrong, sweetpea?” Shidou’s voice breaks his thoughts. He adds more whiskey to the cup, although it’s another small pour. 

Sae doesn’t want to answer but his lips seem to always move when he drinks. It’s not like it matters, anyway. 

“Just thinking about how my kid brother isn’t here right now,” Sae says softly, eyes still fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his cup. “He always nags me when I drink.”

“Rin?” 

Sae’s head snaps up, surprise flickering across his face. How does Shidou know who his brother is?

“Yeah,” Sae finally replies cautiously. “My little brother.”

Shidou smiles knowingly, leaning back in the chair, pink eyes gleaming in the dim light. “How’d he get into soccer, anyway? Cause of you?” 

The question is oddly generous. 

“Yeah,” Sae replies softly, voice carrying a faint warmth. “Rin had potential—I saw it really early on. He started playing with me when we were kids. I guess I wanted to be the one to show him the ropes, you know?”

Shidou chuckles, eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and respect. “Sounds like he’s got a good older brother.”

Sae sighs, thumbing the rim of his cup. “I don’t know about that. Rin’s always following me around like a puppy and I treat him just as harshly on the field as anyone else.” His lips curve into the faintest smile, almost bittersweet. “He’s always looking out for me, though. As if I’m the one that needs to be taken care of.” 

Another frown returns to Sae’s face at the thought of his brother. “He’s probably so worried about me right now,” he mutters softly, teal eyes darkening with concern and guilt. He imagines Rin pacing in his dorm room, anxiously sending text after unanswered text. The mental image makes his chest tighten uncomfortably.

“Ehh, he’s probably doing fine right now,” Shidou responds casually, his voice carrying an odd, irritating confidence. Leaning back lazily in the chair, he tips his cup again, draining it slowly as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

That casual dismissal ignites something sharp in Sae’s chest—something that's been simmering just beneath the surface for days now. His jaw clenches as his anger suddenly bubbles up, pushing aside any buzz he might've felt from the whiskey.

“What the hell would you know?” Sae’s voice comes out sharply. “Can you even fathom what Rin or Isagi are thinking—”

“Woah, woah, hold up,” Shidou interjects. “I put in an official leave of absence for you at the beginning of the week. Nobody’s worried, man.” 

The statement makes Sae freeze. Shidou did what…? 

“A leave of absence? Yeah fucking right. What do you mean?” He asks, magenta brows furrowed in surprise and confusion. 

“I put in a signed document to the enrollment office saying you were taking a week off to go back to that soccer academy. The one you attended abroad in Spain during high school.” He keeps his eyes trained on Sae’s face for his reaction. “See? Nothing to worry about.” 

Sae’s body feels numb as he recognizes just how pathetic he is. Of course the blonde devil would take a precaution like that. He doesn’t even want to ask why Shidou knows he studied abroad during high school, or where. 

Shidou’s already done the paperwork, sealed the excuses, made sure no one would come looking. It’s like the world outside has already forgotten that he’s right here.

“Hey, heyyy, don’t make such a long face, babycakes,” Shidou remarks, setting his cup down. He crouches down in front of him and gently reaches out, fingers curling under Sae’s chin. The touch is light but insistent, guiding Sae’s gaze upward until teal eyes meet pink.

“There we go,” Shidou says softly, his voice dipping into a warm tone. “It’s a Friday. Let’s have some fun together, yeah?”

He doesn’t answer right away. His breath is steady, but his mind is anything but. He knows what kind of ‘fun’ the blonde devil usually has in mind. 

“Lets turn that frown upside-down,” Shidou says like an overbearing parent, dipping back into his chair. 

The whiskey's grossly warm in Sae's cup, but he takes another sip anyway. His head is pleasantly fuzzy now despite his addled thoughts, his cheeks flushed just enough to betray it. Across from him, Shidou's half-lidded pink eyes sparkle with mischief, and he’s already slouched so far in the chair that his knees nearly hit the desk.

Shidou sits up suddenly, wobbling a little. “You know what we should do?”

“No,” Sae says flatly. “Whatever it is, absolutely not.”

“C’mon! Hear me out,” Shidou insists, wagging a finger. “Betcha can’t hit my protein powder tubs stacked like a tower on the other side of the room. I’ve got a ball around here somewhere.” 

Sae raises an eyebrow. “You want me to kick things in your dorm?”

“Yup.”

Sae looks at him for a long beat, then downs the rest of his drink. “Fine. Whatever.”

The blonde devil hops up with far too much excitement and starts turning the room inside out, looking for a ball. He manages to find a football and tosses it to Sae, who glares at it. 

“Really? I can’t kick this.” 

Shidou only grins in response. “Oh, the genius can’t kick a ball that’s shaped a lil different? I’m pretty shit at kicking field goals myself but I thought you could manage at least this much.” 

“You want a field goal? Fine. But if I break something, that’s on you.”

Shidou lights up like a stadium under Friday night lights. “Let’s gooo!” he cheers. “You get one shot. Make it count, pretty boy.”

Sae sighs and rolls his shoulders like he’s being asked to win a championship, not drunkenly punt a football towards a stacked pile of tubs in a cramped dorm. Still, he stands, stretches a little too slowly, and drops the ball to the floor with his foot resting atop it.

“You miss, you’re doing my trig homework tomorrow,” Shidou adds quickly, pointing a finger with mock sternness.

“If I make it, you’re showering tonight,” Sae shoots back without missing a beat.

The ball sails high—clipping the top of the doorframe—and crashes into Shidou’s mini fridge with a dull thunk , popping it open and sending a lone Monster rolling out like it’s making a run for freedom.

They both stare in silence for a moment.

“Hah!” Shidou barks. “Ya missed.” 

Sae glares at the blonde, his pride wounded. He can blame it on the booze, but honestly it’s just the odd shape of the football that he’s unaccustomed to. 

Shidou leans against the desk, still grinning like he just won the lottery. “Damn, I was really hoping you'd make it. Guess you are all hype, huh?”

Sae scowls and crosses his arms. “Try kicking a watermelon and tell me how accurate you are.”

“That wasn’t a watermelon. That was a perfectly regulation-size American football,” Shidou says, patting the misshapen ball like it’s a loyal pet. “She’s a beauty.”

“You’re an idiot,” Sae mutters, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s too buzzed to commit to true irritation.

Shidou kicks his feet up onto the desk, rocking the chair back slightly. “Alright, loser. That means you owe me.”

Sae groans. “I already helped you with your trig homework. What more do you want?”

Shidou taps his chin theatrically. “Hmm… massage? Foot rub? You sing me a lullaby?”

Growling, Sae walks forward and jerks the football out of Shidou’s grasp. “Let me try again.” He rolls the odd-shaped ball over in his hands a few times, analyzing its shape and how his foot’s impact would alter its arc.

“Alright, lashes. Last chance,” Shidou says with a grin, his tan arms curled around the back of his head. 

The ball falls to the floor and Sae foots it before it wobbles away. Despite this being a silly game, he feels the excitement of the room fade to silence for a moment as he stares at the ball underfoot. Glancing up at the tower of empty protein powder jars, he keeps his eyes glued there to feint his real target. Flicking his left foot forward, he launches it in a sharp arcing trivela nearly perpendicular to himself and it finds its mark, hitting Shidou right in the face.

Shidou lets out a sharp yelp as the football bounces clean off his cheekbone, sending his head snapping to the side. The chair wobbles dangerously beneath him, and for a split second, it looks like it might tip. He catches himself just in time, blinking in dumbfounded silence as the football rolls to a stop by the mini fridge. 

There’s a long pause.

Then Shidou erupts into laughter, loud and unfiltered, the kind that fills the room and makes the air vibrate. “Holy shit, Sae!” Shidou stumbles toward the mini fridge to retrieve the ball, his laughter still echoing. “I swear, you’ve got aimbot installed in your feet.”

Sae shrugs, smug now. “Just adapting to the ball’s shape.”

Shidou’s still rubbing his cheek, eyes shining with amused disbelief. “You aimed for the tower, you faked me out, and then you curved it into my face?”

“I told you I wasn’t used to the shape,” Sae says coolly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t learn fast.”

And just like that, the room fills with renewed energy—the ridiculous kind only two drunk athletes with too much pride can create. Laughter, taunts, and the occasional crash echo from behind the dorm walls as Friday night unfolds in their own chaotic little universe.

Shidou stretches with a groan, arms arching over his head, tank riding up just enough to show the defined lines of his torso.

Sae notices. He pretends he doesn’t.

“You’re lucky I didn’t break your nose,” Sae mutters, half amused, half warning, as he picks up the ball.

“You think this pretty face can’t handle a little action?” Shidou grins, rubbing his cheek dramatically. “I’m built for combat, baby.”

Sae scoffs. “You’re built like a guy who skips leg day.”

That earns him a light shove—nothing serious, just enough force to make Sae step back half a pace. He narrows his eyes at Shidou, then without thinking, tosses the football directly into his chest.

“Oof—rude,” Shidou gasps, catching it after it bounces against him. “You wanna play like that?”

Shidou grabs a pillow off the ground and smacks Sae in the face with it. Sae blinks in disbelief, then immediately retaliates, clocking him with the same pillow twice as hard.

The blonde doesn’t reach for the pillow again—he lunges. In seconds, they’re scuffling loosely, laughter and curses tumbling out between the movements. Shidou tries to pin Sae’s arms behind his back but underestimates the midfielder’s core strength, and ends up tripping backward onto the bed, taking Sae with him.

They land with a dull whump, limbs tangled, the mattress creaking beneath them.

There’s a beat of stillness. Close enough now to smell the whiskey on each other’s breath and the sweat from Shidou’s post-gym state. Neither moves.

The tension between them shifts—still teasing, still charged, but slower now. Buzzed laughter giving way to something heavier. Something they’ve danced around before. For a second, they just stay there. Shidou's forehead drops against Sae's chest, and Sae doesn’t shove him off.

Chest still slightly heaving from the exertion of their wrestling, Sae closes his eyes for a moment. 

Warm lips press against his own. 

Blinking open, Shidou is kissing him. His pink eyes are open and looking straight into his own for a response. 

The only natural response is to kiss back. And so he does. 

The earlier adrenaline has died off, leaving only a tired need in both of them as they press together, tongues exchanging spit like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Shidou tastes like cheap whiskey and needs to brush his teeth. But Sae is drunk and inhibitions be damned. 

Giving into the blonde devil at this moment is the easiest thing he’s ever done. His mouth swallows needy groans that spill from Shidou’s lips and he responds in kind, hands gripping the linebacker and pulling him closer. The hips under his soft fingers are all firm muscle, and he grazes one hand up Shidou’s v-line that’s been cruelly taunting his eyes all day. 

It doesn’t matter what happens within the constraints of this dorm. It’s all non-conensual. Yeah. 

Their make-out session grows more fierce, more demanding. A delicious friction hits Sae’s groin as Shidou grinds into him. 

At this point, Sae’s pretty confident he’s got Shidou wrapped around his finger. Time to test the waters. His hand finds the back of Shidou’s head and he grips the blonde hair there, yanking Shidou’s head backwards with a firm tug. 

“Ow—!!” A pink eye winces as Shidou snarls his teeth and looks at him. 

“I’m still pissed at you for last night.” 

“Last night? What happened last—ahh!” Another hard yank shuts the idiot up, although it almost sounds like Shidou moaned at that one. 

“Making me suck you off while you played you stupid fucking game? I was into it until you had to go and make a show of it to your dumbass friends.” Sae’s voice is cold, his teal eyes glaring at the man in his grasp. 

“Alright, alright, lashes, I get it.” 

His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go entirely. He shoves Shidou down further. 

“If you get it, then repay me and suck me off.” 

The sudden demand makes Shidou’s eyes widen slightly, but his face soon falls into his signature catty grin. “Hehe…alright, Sae-chan. But don’t get this twisted. I ain’t apologizing for shit.” 

Sae scoffs but Shidou dips lower, sliding his fingers into Sae’s waistband and undressing him without further pretense. He’s already fully hard and has been since their wrestling earlier, and sighs in partial relief as Shidou wraps a large, warm hand around his aching cock. 

A tongue reaches out and tastes the tip, smearing the moisture there. “Nn, you taste so salty, Sae-chan.” 

“Stop commenting and work your mouth properly, idiot.” 

The blonde chuckles before he opens his maw in an exaggerated stretch and lowers his mouth fully, engulfing Sae’s throbbing member. Oh fuck, it feels so good. Sae groans, shifting his hips slightly as Shidou slowly pulls his head back and forth. 

Shidou’s not great at head to be honest, but the alcohol is still humming at the edges of Sae’s world, making every flick of Shidou’s tongue and tentative suck feel so, so good. Magenta hair lolls around on the bed for a while, relishing the sensations. He swings his head back up and watches the show, his thick girth disappearing into wet lips, over and over. 

A part of him suddenly remembers that weird sound Shidou made earlier and so he threads his fingers through Shidou’s blonde hair again. It’s a little difficult working them down to the roots with the hair gel in the way, but he manages. The blonde hums contentedly at the soft fingers scraping his scalp, until Sae pulls hard. His wrist pushes into Shidou’s scalp as his fingers yank on the threads, keeping him firmly planted on his cock as he pulls. 

Shidou whimpers immediately, and the sound reverberates pleasantly around Sae’s cock. 

“Keep going…don’t stop.” 

Mouth full of dick, Shidou doesn’t have any option but to obey, bobbing his head as fingers press and pull the hair on his scalp. The horny idiot’s obviously into it, because deep moans start spilling from his muffled throat. 

It’s such a strange feeling, having this sort of power over his usually dominant partner. But Shidou doesn’t seem to mind, so neither does he. 

Teal eyes stay glued to Shidou as his mouth gobbles up his cock. A few minutes pass as Shidou gets some good practice in, soft slurping and groans filling the dorm. The suction is so good, but despite his building pleasure, he knows this won’t be enough given his inebriated state. 

“Ngh…that’s enough,” Sae says, pulling on Shidou’s hair again. The blonde makes a ngheh sound as his mouth detaches from his cock and there’s a copious amount of precum coating his open mouth obscenely. A pink tongue licks it all inside and he swallows before glancing up at Sae, eager to continue. 

Shidou climbs on top again, pushing Sae’s hips up and keeping him propped there with his knees. 

Tan hands start roaming his abdomen without any grace, pushing his shirt up to expose him further. It’s a possessive, almost feral intensity and it makes Sae’s skin prickle and warm. Fingers push into his taut muscles, abs and obliques rippling beneath each press. 

“Mm… ” Sae’s quiet moan is a needy whimper. Shidou leans forward, licking a fat stripe from his groin to his navel. The sudden wetness makes him groan even deeper, not to mention Shidou’s filthy eyes that never shy away from him even when doing the most erotic shit ever. 

The blonde reaches for the lube and coats his fingers in it as Sae shifts about restlessly. His body is already humming with hot need, more impatient than usual. 

His hand reaches down and he grabs Shidou’s tan wrist suddenly. 

“Skip the fingers…it’s fine.” 

Pink eyes dart up in surprise. “Eeeh? But I like fingering you, Sae-chan.” 

Ugh, the horny devil can be so obstinate at times. 

“I don’t give a shit. Hurry up and stick it in.” 

Shidou grins at his plea, bringing his clean hand up and tweaking one of Sae’s exposed nipples. The squeeze makes him grunt and he turns away, eyes pinched together. “Don’t…tease me,” his deep voice resonates, although it sounds a little weak. 

Shidou’s unclean hand reaches down and he pumps himself a few times, lubing it in the process. 

“Alright, sweetpea. No more teasing,” Shidou says. His ankles are grabbed as Sae’s legs are maneuvered into a better position but Sae yelps as Shidou keeps pushing to the point where his back is lifting off the bed. 

“Sh…Shidou, what are you doing?!” 

“Whatever I want,” comes the snarky response. 

Sae’s muscular legs are folded into his chest, forcing Sae to brace his core for stability. Slick fingers lube his fully exposed entrance, making him shiver. Shidou pulls himself upright and Sae’s eyes widen in shock. The idea of being breached in this position makes his breath catch in his throat. 

“You’re really going to…fuck me like this?” He says, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. If he gets penetrated like this, he might actually lose it. 

“That’s right, baby,” Shidou says before pressing in slowly at the vertical. Thankfully he goes slow because Sae yells at the sudden, intense stretch. 

“Ahhngh! Shidou, fuck!” The pleasure-pain borders on excruciating. Damn, he wouldn’t have skipped the fingers if he knew Shidou’d go straight for the pile driver. His voice is a ragged, pleading wail, fingers gripping the sheets tightly underneath. The alcohol makes the discomfort more manageable and he forces short breaths through his nose as he tries to accommodate Shidou’s girth. 

“You can take it. I know you can,” Shidou says as he pushes Sae’s ankles down even further. He pulls his cock out slowly before pushing in again, rocking into Sae with a steady rhythm. 

Sure enough, the slow, deliberate pace allows Sae to gradually adjust to the intense invasion. His moans escalate quickly into keening whimpers, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his nerves. “ Ohhhh, fuck.” 

Sae’s head lolls back, his eyes screwed shut in rapturous bliss as Shidou thrusts into him with slowly increasing fervor. The bed frame creaks and the lewd sound of their coupling fill the small dorm. “ Ngh, right there!” Sae cries out as Shidou hits a particularly good spot. 

Stars fill his vision as Shidou gives a succession of short, intense thrusts right where he needs it. His delighted groan tumbles out unabashed. 

His mind drifts for a moment as he closes his eyes. 

There’s something special about drunk sex—it’s hazy and heightened, like stumbling through a dream with the volume turned up. Everything feels looser, sloppier, but somehow more urgent, like chasing a high through touch. His thoughts slip away, replaced by sensation and impulse.

Sae is brought right back by a particularly deep thrust, his eyes snapping wide open. “Nyah!”

Shidou’s clearly lost in his own world right now, too. The normally attentive man’s eyes are screwed shut, his brows knitted in concentration as he shifts his hips up and down, chasing his own pleasure. There’s no cocky smile, just slightly parted lips and soft grunts as the blonde devil keeps an imperfect but gratifying pace. 

Completely lost in the rhythm and heat of the moment, Sae suddenly realizes he hasn’t even been clenching this whole time. Whoops. He groans softly and starts working his inner muscles, making Shidou’s hips stutter with effort and earning a sharp inhale from the tanned man.

“Nnn…you gonna cum like this?” Sae says. It’s not teasing. Just asking. 

“Prolly not,” the strained voice responds. Shidou’s hips lift and Sae gasps softly as the stretch disappears and his heavy hips flop down onto the mattress. The blonde devil is huffing from exertion, poorly masking how much the alcohol is affecting his performance. He sits with his sweaty back pressed against the wall, tan legs splayed out and cock still standing rigidly. 

“Your turn,” Shidou says, dragging a hand on his own thigh. 

Flopping over onto his stomach without much grace, Sae lifts and crawls over. He wordlessly straddles Shidou, knees on either side of hips and hands on his shoulders. Shidou guides his own cock into Sae’s well-teased opening as Sae lowers his hips down. 

Teal eyes flutter closed as his world narrows down to nothing but that stretch once more. He rocks his hips slowly, savoring the sweet, exquisite friction as Shidou’s cock glides against his inner walls. “Ohhh, fuck…” Sae’s voice slips out. His head tilts back as he loses himself. “You feel so good, Shidou.” 

There’s no teasing response, just a soft rumble as Shidou lets Sae ride his lap. 

His fingers thread behind Shidou’s neck and he watches the man’s face as he rides him, slow and steady. Shidou’s eyes are closed again, his brows knitting and unknitting as breaths keep getting pushed from his nose. Their faces are so close and a strange feeling washes over Sae as he watches Shidou without the other man’s knowledge. 

He’s not exactly sure when it happens, but his control slips up. 

Thoughts dissolve like sugar in heat. Lost in the push and pull, breaths mingling together, skin against skin, there’s nothing that exists outside the heat of this moment. 

A thumb brushes against the bottom of Shidou’s eye, smearing the eyeliner on his cheek. Blonde lashes flit open at the pressure, and those pink eyes are so, so close now. Sae can see the slits of Shidou’s pupils, catlike and predatory. But the other man is so straight-faced and serious right now, simply blinking back at him. 

They gaze into each other’s eyes as Sae keeps shifting his hips up and down in long, slow pulls. Everything fades. Every thrust, every gasp, is shared in full view, with nowhere to hide. It’s a silent conversation, full of things neither can say aloud. Hands grip his hips firmly as if they belong there. Sae feels known. Held. Wanted.

Sae’s hips settle and he stops moving, stuffed down to the root of Shidou’s cock. His inner walls flutter instinctively around the girth stretching them so well, and he doesn’t bother stopping the whimper that results. But there’s something so intimate about the gasp that escapes his lips, with the intense focus that Shidou still has on him, long and unwavering. It’s overwhelming, terrifying, and deeply connective. 

Unable to stop himself, Sae fastens his hands tighter around Shidou’s shoulders and throws his lips onto the other man. It’s sloppy and needy, full of Sae’s need to devour. Just as soon, Shidou pulls his head back, making Sae whine with hurt. 

Those pink eyes lock onto his again and Shidou joins their lips again. But this time it’s different. It’s slow—chaste, somehow. Shidou sets the teasing pace with a brush of his puffy lips, then deepens with maddening patience. His tongue enters Sae’s willing mouth with leisure, exploring his mouth with ease. Their heads tilt together wordlessly, both familiar with this slow waltz of breath and sliding lips. Shidou sucks Sae’s bottom lip into his mouth and pauses with a glance into his eyes, as if waiting for him to fall apart. 

He responds with a whimper and full-body shiver, his muscles clenching teasingly around Shidou’s cock still buried deep. Warm hands move across Sae’s body—into his hair, along his spine. He leans in instinctively, drunk on this newfound warm intimacy. 

Sae is consumed by want and touch and the slow-burning fire of a devil. And for a little while, that’s all there is. 

“Gonna move now, okay babe?” Shidou’s voice is oddly quiet, breaking the silence of the moment. Sae can only nod, unable to speak. 

Large hands grip Sae’s ass and Shidou moves Sae’s body for him, slowly up and down at first. The resuming friction makes Sae groan and tremble, his nails digging into Shidou’s shoulders. His body shifts up and down, tired but eager to keep going. 

Sae’s teal eyes settle on Shidou as his brain switches gears back into fuck me mode. Sweat glistens on tan skin, and Sae can’t help but notice how fucking perfect Shidou’s chest looks like right now with it in plain view under his fingers. Broad shoulders, big lats, drool-worthy pecs. He can see the signs of Shidou’s increasing pleasure—the pants, the slick of his sweat on his throat and collarbones. 

Sae’s breath catches in his throat as Shidou stops moving Sae’s hips and switches to thrusting up into him, quickly settling into short, fast thrusts. It quickly turns him into a desperate, whiny mess. His cock bobs between them, absolutely drooling with precum. God, he loves being fucked like this. So rough in a way that most men can’t put out. Moans escalate into whimpers as Sae’s pleasure builds rapidly with Shidou’s relentless destruction of his ass. He presses his body into Shidou, adding friction to his cock and it’s all he needs to send himself over the edge. 

“Aaanngh! Shidou!” Sae’s cry is a primal scream, his body convulsing around Shidou’s cock as he’s completely wrecked by the intensity of his climax. Cum spurts between them, smearing onto their pressed bodies. Strong arms wrap around his lower back and Shidou forces his forehead into Sae’s chest, thrusting without restraint as he chases his own climax. 

Sae’s vision blurs as the overstimulation quickly pulls him apart, his body going taut as pleasure courses through his veins like liquid fire. “Ohhh fuuuck!” His voice is a broken, echoing chant as he surrenders to it. 

Shidou’s arms wrap impossibly tighter around his trunk until his hips start stuttering with impending release. Despite being delirious with his recent orgasm, Sae does his best to clench down hard, desperate to pull his partner over into rapturous bliss with him. 

“ Hnngh! Fuck…take it all!” Shidou groans as he finally spills his load inside Sae’s body. His hips buck and shudder as he cums hard, thighs clenched hard under Sae’s lap. Warmth spreads through Sae’s core as Shidou’s hot, pulsing release fills him. He clenches rhythmically, wanting to prolong his partner’s pleasure for as long as possible. 

As soon as Shidou’s thigh muscles relax, Sae’s whole body seems to unwind, head collapsing on the sweaty shoulder in front of him. He buries his face in the crook of Shidou’s tan neck, inhaling the salty, sweat-soaked scent. “Mmm… ” His voice is a contented, husky rumble, his arms wrapping around Shidou as they lay there still interconnected. 

Shidou gives Sae’s cheek a sloppy kiss. He’s breathing roughly, his heart rate still rabbiting. Sae responds by tilting his head and meeting Shidou’s lips, capturing it in another deep, slow kiss that leaves them both breathless. 

A lazy hand taps his thigh and Sae lifts himself, shuddering as Shidou’s softened cock pops out. He rolls onto the bed, uncaring if it gets messy. Not his bed, after all. A shiver runs down his spine as he feels the cum trickle from his glistening hole. 

“Mmm… ” Shidou’s hum comes from behind and he feels a finger prodding at the stickiness on his thigh. “Can’t get enough of you in my bed, soaked in my cum,” the blonde devil says. There’s a mixture of amusement and honesty in his tone. 

The heat from his body and warmth of lingering alcohol is still pulsing in his veins. “Can’t say I hate the feeling,” Sae responds, a wry smile tugging at his lips. 

“Oh?” Shidou says suddenly, perking up. “I’m not sure if Isagi would appreciate hearing you say that.” 

The post-coital bliss seems to vanish just as soon as it started. His teal eyes snap to Shidou, glaring. Wow, way to ruin the moment. 

Moment? What moment. There’s no moment. 

A flicker of uncertainty crosses Sae’s face. 

“Isagi…doesn’t need to know,” he says gruffly. “It doesn’t matter. Keep his name out of your filthy mouth.” 

Shidou’s grin wavers but doesn’t fade completely. “Touchy,” he murmurs, dragging his fingertip up from Sae’s thigh to rest lightly against his hipbone. “Didn’t think the mention of lover-boy would hit a nerve.”

Sae grabs Shidou’s wrist—not hard, but firm enough to halt the teasing motion. “Leave Isagi out of whatever this is,” he grits out, thumb pressing against the pulse there. “He has nothing to do with us.”

Shidou huffs, clearly not caring one way or the other. “Sure thing, sweetpea. Whatever you say.” He stretches widely, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling under his skin as he yawns loudly, the sound lazy and unbothered. A foot prods Sae’s back. “Go hop in the shower, baby.” 

Sae’s eyes flick up to Shidou’s, a mix of longing and hesitation in his gaze. Part of him wants to preserve this moment, even though Shidou’s clearly not one for aftercare. But another part—the rational, cautious part—knows that every opportunity for space and distance should be seized before it slips away.

“Okay,” Sae responds with a reluctant murmur. He pulls his heavy body off the bed, walking naked towards the bathroom. The cool tile floor presses against his feet, a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of the bed. The door shuts behind him with a sudden sense of sobriety. 

The faucet squeaks and the spray of water starts, filling the bathroom with noise and eventually steam. He stands under the scalding spray, letting the water rinse away the evidence of their illicit tryst. His mind whirls with conflicting emotions, guilt and desire warring for dominance within him. Shame flickers—he ought to feel used, degraded even—but beneath it lies a deeper thrill, the echo of Shidou’s hushed moans still humming along his nerve endings. 

The lines have never been blurred for Sae like this. 

His newfound feelings for Isagi versus the insatiable hunger Shidou ignites. 

A whispered curse echoes off the tile walls as Sae feels caught up in something he never wanted to be a part of.

He angles his body so the water rinses down his spine—cool sprays tickle the curve of his lower back and hot trails steam in the air. He lathers a bar of cheap soap between his hands, the soapy scent slicing through the humid haze, and slowly washes away more than just the night’s sweat. Each stroke of the foam across his skin feels like scrub and confession, a desperate effort to erase what can’t be undone.

His mind catalogs the different events, and he reminds himself with finality that none of this matters. Shidou will be expelled soon. He can keep Isagi in the dark a little longer—he must, to protect the one person who genuinely cares for him. The lie twists at his chest, but he steels himself: no matter how complicated or intense this all becomes, nothing that happens in this dorm will follow him back.

Clean and showered, Sae dries himself and dresses in Shidou’s too-big clothing. 

He pads back to the bed on bare feet, hair still damp and clinging to his nape. He doesn’t complain as Shidou cuffs him to the bed again. 

The defiant rage has all but simmered away, leaving nothing but a weary helplessness. Maybe it was the passage of time that has made him so compliant. That, or cumming his brains out. 

The lights flicker off for the night. Sae shifts against the mattress, searching the floor for the familiar shape of his pillow—but there’s nothing but scattered socks and a lone protein tub rolling gently in the moonlight.

“Hey idiot…go get my pillow,” Sae’s voice comes out sharply. 

“Huh?” Shidou is already settled in bed, his voice coming out tired. “Where is it?” 

“In the corner, over there.” 

There’s a long, deliberate pause. Then a deep, reluctant sigh drifts up from the bed. “Nah. Not getting up.” 

Sae growls in frustration. There’s no way in hell he can sleep without a pillow. A quiet moment passes in the dark room. Peering over the edge of the bed like a cat, Sae spots numerous pillows on the bed. Greedy prick. 

He leans forward, fingertips brushing the nearest pillow just as a strong hand clamps over his wrist. Startled, he jerks back, nearly toppling to the floor.

“Just get in already,” Shidou’s voice comes out evenly. He sounds really tired. 

“Huh? Definitely not,” Sae retorts. 

“Doesn’t your back fucking hurt from sleeping on the floor for a few days?” Shidou presses. “Come on, I ain’t gonna touch ya. Already did that.” 

A frown crosses Sae’s face. The blonde devil has a point. Shidou’s tone isn’t mockery this time, but something more… considerate. “Fine,” he admits, voice softer in the dark. 

Reluctantly, he climbs into the queen-sized bed and nestles under the covers while ignoring the soft jingle of the chain. Pulling the soft comforter to his chin, he quickly melts in the warmth and masculine scent that permeates the bed. 

Sae lets out a long breath, tension easing from his shoulders. His back already feels the promise of rest. He jolts slightly as huge arms wrap around his waist, pulling him backwards into Shidou’s warm embrace. Legs fold in neatly behind his own, tangling their ankles together. A deep sigh escapes Shidou behind him, the breath tickling the hair along the nape of his neck. 

Sae’s heart races as he feels Shidou spooning him. The steady beat of the larger man’s heart pulses under his shoulder blade. He tries to remain still, to play along with the illusion of cuddling with him, but his mind is reeling. 

“Shidou,” Sae’s voice is barely a whisper in the darkness of the room. “You don’t need to do this.” 

“Shh…” Shidou whispers, holding him tighter. “Go to sleep, love.” 

A shiver runs down his spine at the tender endearment. It’s both revolting and achingly sweet.

Itoshi Sae hates cuddling. He hates the sticky warmth of another person touching him while trying to sleep, their hot breaths, the constant jostling—everything. Yet when he tries to unwind from the embrace, he finds himself pinned, unwilling and almost unable to move. 

He can feel Shidou’s chest rise and fall with each breath, the steady, soothing rhythm lulling him into a deeper state of relaxation. Sae’s eyelids grow heavy, his body succumbing to the warmth and security of the embrace. The soft sounds of sleep are already emanating from Shidou, and a desperate exhaustion is tugging at him, too. 

For the first time in days, he sleeps soundly. 

DAYS IN CAPTIVITY - 4

Chapter Text

The sun is already beaming through the blinds by the time Itoshi Sae slowly wakes. Dust motes float in the sunbeams, catching the light as they drift lazily through the air. He grumbles under his breath, stretching his arms above his head and hearing a satisfying pop from his shoulder. His body, for once, doesn’t scream with pain the moment he moves—a luxury that feels almost foreign after so many nights on the cold floor.

Then—SNORT.

His right ear is assaulted with a loud, undignified snore. His lip curls in disgust and he glances over to see Shidou sleeping behind him—blonde hair a mess, slack jawed, and drooling all over the pillow. 

Normally the blonde devil would be at his morning classes by now, but unfortunately for him, it’s a Saturday. 

He shifts onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. A lazy wrist flops onto his forehead with a soft clink from the cuff. A long while passes as Sae relaxes in the gentle light, tired but better than he’s felt in a while. 

A snore catches in Shidou’s throat and he coughs, scratching his bare tan chest with a half-asleep hand. Ugh, some people are really ugly sleepers. 

Already annoyed with the noises coming from Shidou, he pokes the blonde in the cheek in an attempt to wake him. He shifts slightly but the steady rise and fall of his chest remains unchanged. 

Is he a heavy sleeper? Sae pokes him again. 

Nothing. 

Grumbling, he grabs an exposed shoulder and shakes Shidou lightly. “Hey. Wake up.” The blonde’s head jostles with the movement and his eyes blink open, clearly confused. 

“Huh?” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. One corner of his mouth twitches—drool crusted at the edge—but he seems mostly unbothered.

“It’s morning. Get up,” Sae’s voice comes out, still a little rough with sleep himself. 

Shidou grumbles, dragging his blanket closer as he stretches one arm lazily across Sae’s waist. The sudden pull flattens Sae against the sheets, their bodies pressing together in the half-warmth of the bed. “Nnnnn… five more minutes…” Shidou sighs into Sae’s back, breath hot against his neck.

“No,” Sae says sharply. His hand comes up and he places it on the idiot’s forehead, shoving him away. He doesn’t want to be anywhere close to the drool-soaked pillow. 

Shidou groans and flops over, rubbing his forehead. With a sluggish sigh, he gropes for his phone on the far edge of the nightstand. Pink eyes widen slightly and he throws the covers off, heading to the bathroom. 

Still chained to the bed, there’s not really much for Sae to do except sit up and smooth over the covers, then recline against the wall. He drinks some water and reaches for a crumpled magazine, flitting it open as the sound of a shower starts in the bathroom. 

After a while, Shidou emerges, butt naked as usual and dripping onto the carpet. He’s drying his hair with more urgency than normal. 

“Got somewhere to be?” Sae asks indifferently. 

“Yeah, my frat’s doing a charity event this afternoon,” Shidou responds, stepping towards his wardrobe and getting dressed. He dons a light pink polo with white Chubbies shorts that barely hit mid-thigh, his tan thighs on full display. A greek-lettered hoodie gets pulled over his broad shoulders and Sae briefly wonders if he wears an XL or 2XL considering the size of his delts. Not bothering to dry his hair, he covers it with a backward-sitting Patagonia cap. The look is completed with a pair of beat-up Sperry loafers with no socks. Despite Shidou’s hurry, he takes his time making sure his winged eyeliner is perfect before turning back to Sae.  

Good fucking lord. Frat guys have no sense of style. 

Sae doesn’t mind the low-rise shorts, though. 

Shidou steps over suddenly and Sae pauses mid-page, glancing up as the larger man climbs on the bed like a cat. The mattress dips beneath his weight, and Sae's muscles tense instinctively when Shidou gently grabs his chin. Sae’s heart pounds in his ears as Shidou carefully tilts his face from side to side, inspecting his features far more closely than he’s comfortable with.

“What…?” He says. 

Without answering, Shidou leans down further, close enough that Sae can smell his aftershave. He picks up Sae’s wrist and undoes the cuff in a practiced motion. It falls away with a loud jingle. 

“You’re free to go,” the blonde says evenly. 

For a moment, Sae just stares at him in disbelief. Teal eyes scan pink for any hint of deception. 

“Your face,” Shidou says quietly with an unreadable expression. “It’s healed up enough. So you’re free to go.” 

Sae hesitantly raises a hand, fingertips brushing along his cheekbone where bruises had lingered for days. To his surprise, he feels nothing—no tenderness, no ache, just smooth skin. “Oh…” 

It almost seems too good to be true. The caution in his voice returns, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You’re not messing with me again, are you?” 

Shidou tilts his head at him, squinting an eye. “No?” He responds. “I punished you for reporting me. Hope you learned your lesson. Now scram, before I change my mind.”  

There’s a beat of silence before Sae feels his body relax in relief. “Okay.” He slowly rises from the bed, his eyes never leaving Shidou. The other man goes to his desk, unlocking a drawer and hands Sae a folded bundle—his worn gym clothes from a week ago, still faintly smelling of his own cologne and sweat. His phone, wallet, and keys are sitting atop the bundled clothes. He takes them wordlessly and they just stare at each other for an uncomfortable moment. 

Saying ‘goodbye’ doesn’t really feel right here, so Sae turns on his heels and swiftly turns the door handle. He half expects a yank on the back of his shirt, but it never comes. The lock eagerly clicks open and just like that, he’s standing in the hallway alone. 

Finally. 

His feet move swiftly, carrying him hurriedly to his own dorm which isn’t far considering it’s within the same building. Barefoot and clutching his clothes to his chest like they’re armor, his footsteps echo faintly in the narrow space. He doesn’t dare look back. 

As he walks, he pulls his phone up. The screen is black and he presses the power button, watching with dread as it slowly boots up. It comes to life with a short vibration. The moment it connects to Wi-Fi, the notifications come in a rush—buzz after buzz, lighting the screen with dozens of missed messages.

Missed calls (15) 

Isagi Yoichi - 13

Itoshi Rin - 2

Voicemail (4)

Missed messages (37)

Isagi Yoichi - 32

Itoshi Rin - 3

Oliver Aiku - 2

Class notifications

Blue Lock Soccer App – Attendance alert: You’ve missed 3 practices.

His heart sinks as he sees the sheer volume of missed messages from Isagi. Standing in front of his dorm, he fumbles with the keys and unlocks it, going inside. There’s a strange stillness in the air from nobody stirring the dust inside for a week, but he ignores it, sitting down on his made bed and scrolling through texts. 

Isagi Yoichi

hey, I didn’t see you at practice this morning. you feeling okay? 

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hello? 👀

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I’m gonna come by later after lunch. lmk if you’re feeling sick, I can bring you something  

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ok I’m just gonna pick up a few things. call me when you see this

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are you rly not in your dorm? the door’s locked. why aren’t you picking up?

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aiku just told me you put in for a leave. what’s going on? 

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okay, you’re kinda starting to freak me out. I know you have your phone on you

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Sae, why aren’t you responding? I don’t care if you’re busy, just text me back 

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what about our meeting with the school board? you’re going to miss it

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I let them know about your leave. they still have the report and said they’ll reschedule the meeting for when you get back 

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why go on leave and not let me know first? that’s kinda shitty >.> 

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I didn’t realize you studied abroad back in high school. that’s pretty cool, makes sense why you’re so good at soccer if you got coached by the greats

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did you really go to Spain? I know they have cell service there 

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helloooooo

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😡😡😡

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Sae ur kinda pissing me off. why aren’t you responding

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ok sorry that was mean. I’m just worried, can you please call me or something when you see this? I just want to know you’re doing okay 

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I had Kuon let me into your dorm and I guess you really are gone? you must have been in a hurry since you left your laundry

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I asked Barou to do your laundry. he says you owe him now. lol

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I hope your trip’s going okay? I miss you. 

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please fucking just text me back already. msg me on Facebook, something, anything???

The texts go on, and on, and on. They turn angry, then apologetic, then angry again, turning more frantic with each bubble. Eventually they just wither away into mindless daily updates, like Isagi doesn’t know what to do other than keep texting. Sae’s heart aches, an unbearable weight tightening around his chest, yet he forces himself to read every single word. His fingers tremble as he scrolls, his eyes stinging as tears start to blur his vision. A droplet suddenly falls onto the screen blurring the messages that were desperately trying to reach him all week. He sniffs sharply and wipes his face quickly with a sleeve. 

How is he supposed to lie to Isagi about all this? 

“Hey. Sorry for disappearing. I got drugged, beaten, and held hostage in another guy’s dorm for a week. How’s your midterm prep going?”

A bitter laugh bubbles up his throat. Yeah fucking right. He has to lie. There’s no other alternative. 

Shidou had come up with the brilliant idea of sending him to Spain for a week. He just needs to roll with it. Yeah. 

As far as alibis go, it isn’t terrible. He can make it work. 

The idea of taking Shidou’s story and elaborating on it seems so fucking twisted suddenly, as if he’s an accomplice in his own murder. All he needs to do now is commit to the story, pretend he’s fine, pretend he was never trapped or hurt, pretend he never betrayed the trust of the person who loves him most. It’s the only way to survive. 

Bringing his thumb back to his phone, he glances through Isagi’s texts one last time before composing a response. 

Itoshi Sae

Hey babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t—

He doesn’t even finish typing the text before the phone screen immediately changes, lighting up with a call from Isagi. Shit . He stares for a second too long before answering, his thumb sliding across the screen with a resigned swipe.

“Sae?! What’s going on?” Isagi’s panicked voice comes through the speaker. “I just saw my texts finally said ‘read,’ and—” 

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Sae cuts in, trying to force calm into his own frazzled voice. “I just got back in from my flight and—”

“I’m heading over there now. You can explain it to me then.” 

Click. 

The line goes dead.

Eh? 

He looks at the dark phone as if to confirm he really did just get hung up on. Blinking a few times, his brain switches gears. Isagi is coming here. Right now. 

His limbs suddenly jolt into motion, the realization cracking through the fog in his head like a whip. He scrambles to his feet, mind racing. Shit, shit, shit— okay . Deep breath.

Glancing down at himself, he realizes he’s still wearing Shidou’s baggy clothing. He rips it off as fast as possible, glancing around the room. He’d love to light the clothes on fire but no time for that. Going to the bathroom, he chucks them into the trash and shuts the door. On second thought, he opens the bathroom door again, puts the trash can into the shower and pulls the curtain shut. Then slams the door again. 

Panting with adrenaline, he puts his own clothing on in a hurry. No time to even enjoy the feeling of wearing proper underwear after going commando for a week. 

Knock knock.  

It’s too soon—shit, he’s here—breathe, Sae, breathe—

Just like that, his time’s up. His palms are sweaty as he wipes them down his jeans, steeling himself. He takes one more steadying inhale and reaches for the door. This is it.

The door swings open and there’s a flash of blue as Isagi jolts forward, wrapping his arms around Sae in a tight embrace. He’s forced a half-step backwards, momentarily stunned by the contact.

“You had me so worried, you idiot!!” Isagi’s voice comes out, thick with a mix of relief and anger.

Sae’s shoulders relax slightly at Isagi’s desperate hug. He pats the blue hair and allows himself to lean forward, nuzzling his boyfriend lightly. 

“Sorry I made you worry, Yoichi.” Come on, keep it together. “Really. Come inside.” 

Isagi lingers for a moment, clinging like he’s afraid the apology might vanish if he lets go. The arms untangle around him and the door shuts with a clack as they move to settle on Sae’s bed. 

Isagi’s brows are pressed together and he sits on the bed, quietly waiting for an explanation. 

Sae coughs, feeling wholly unprepared. A hand pulls his magenta hair back, and he remembers that his bangs aren’t even styled right now. Just off a plane, yeah right. 

“An old associate of mine called in a favor last Sunday, begging me to come to the soccer academy in Spain to teach some students for a week,” Sae begins. “I studied abroad there in high school.” His eyes drift away, unable to meet Isagi’s face as he speaks. 

Isagi shifts on the bed, looking wary. “Yeah, I know… Bachira told me that you studied there. I didn’t realize it but the rest of the team didn’t seem so surprised when you suddenly took a leave of absence to go back there.” 

Sae glances up to Isagi, doing his best to keep his voice neutral. “I’m sorry I got called out so suddenly. It’s completely my fault for not letting you know first. You have every right to be mad at me,” he says. Hell, at least that much is true. 

The blue-haired man only frowns. “Yeah, well, why didn’t you text me at all during the week?” 

Sae swallows, careful not to avert his gaze. “Didn’t have any time to add international minutes to my phone. I was in a hurry anyway, and made the decision to just leave my phone here so I could focus on the training sessions while I was away.” 

The explanation makes Isagi’s blue eyebrows raise slightly, but he seems to accept it. “Oh… I see.” He sighs. “But still… you could've messaged me on Facebook… or something…” His voice is softer now, the edge dulled by lingering disappointment.

Sae forces a smile, brushing a lock of Isagi’s blue hair back behind an ear. “Sorry, blueberry. When it comes to training I get pretty dialed in,” he says. “Especially when I’m staying abroad, calling back home isn’t something I normally do.” That’s a lie. 

Isagi frowns cutely but doesn’t argue with him. He’s quiet. 

Sae hates the way the lie twists in his chest. The ache of watching someone love you enough to believe you, even when you don’t deserve it.

Finally, Isagi releases a slow breath, tension melting slightly from his shoulders. “You’re really an idiot sometimes,” he mutters, but there’s no real venom behind it. He leans subtly into Sae’s  space, eyes flicking upward to meet teal ones again. “Don’t disappear like that again. It drove me insane.”

Sae’s chest tightens painfully, and he nods. “I won’t, promise.” He declares. He exhales, eager to change the subject. “Let me make it up to you. Maybe we can go out next weekend?”

Blue eyes light up with excitement at the proposal. “Yeah? That would be nice.” He tries to wipe the excitement off his face, crossing his arms in mock anger. “I’m still mad at you, though. So, you’re buying.” 

That earns a small laugh from Sae. “Alright. I’ll let you pick where we go. Sound good?”  

Isagi’s shoulders relax and he looks over with a warm smile. “Yeah.” 

—

The weekend passes quickly. Sae spends Saturday and Sunday putting in extra hours in the gym, eager to make up for lost time. Guilt still gnaws at his chest but he’s able to deflect spending any time with Isagi over the two days with the lame excuse of wanting to recharge after spending a week surrounded by people. 

He ignores the twinge of disappointment in Isagi’s eyes during their short FaceTime calls, forcing a smile and promising they’d see each other soon. At least in the gym, things are simple—he can focus on reps, on burn, on sweat. Every pull of a weight feels like penance, every lap on the treadmill a way to exorcise the memory of warm hands and cold cuffs.

Monday morning practice goes smoothly, his body falling back into the comfortable routine of warmup, drills, and play. One week off wouldn’t affect his abilities too much—obviously, but it still irritates him to no end that he was forced to take a break from his regular physical conditioning. 

His teammates are nosy as usual. Bachira has the audacity to give him a dirty look, which he ignores. Kurona throws him a curious look at one point, but doesn’t pry. Reo tries harder, nudging him during water breaks with stupid questions like, “Did they give you a big parade when you landed or just the usual red carpet?” Sae just rolls his eyes and moves on.

As he finishes towel-drying in the locker room, Isagi's voice calls out to him. 

“Sae? Are you almost done?” 

Glancing over, Isagi’s fully dressed already. His heart thuds in his chest. 

“Yeah.” 

He dresses quickly, throwing on a cashmere scarf, and without another word they step out into the chilly October air. They walk quietly to the school admin office. Leaves crunch beneath their sneakers, and the wind slips between the buildings, tugging at scarves and numbing fingertips. Sae keeps his gaze forward, and though Isagi walks close beside him, neither of them speak.

It’s time. 

Walking through the doors, the receptionist Anri glances up. “Ah! Itoshi Sae, please take a seat over there. The superintendent will see you shortly.” The two men take a seat and Sae feels himself sinking back into it. 

Two weeks since he wrote that report. It wasn’t even accurate anymore—Shidou has added a rather creative felony to the list: abduction. The word feels absurd in his head, like it belongs to someone else’s story. But the weight of the cuff, the echo of the door lock, the way the overhead lights felt alien when he stepped back into the hallway—it was all real. He absently thumbs at the bony part of his wrist. 

Sitting in this chair now feels surreal, as if he’s Shidou’s prosecutor himself. 

 A hand worms its way into his and Isagi gives him a reassuring squeeze. He squeezes back.

Soon enough, the two men are shuffled into superintendent Jinpachi Ego’s office. They take seats next to each other opposite the desk. 

A spike of dread punctures his chest as his gaze lands on the manila folder resting neatly in front of Ego. It’s not thick, but Sae knows exactly what it holds. His report. His words. His trauma, inked onto paper.

His stomach clenches with a sharp twist.

Please don’t read it aloud. Please.

Maybe bringing Isagi along wasn’t such a good idea. He still doesn’t know about the physical details. With a sinking feeling, he knows Isagi will find out sooner or later.

Papers clack on the desk as Ego brings them together in his hands. He sets them down and laces his fingers, looking up at Sae from under his rectangular spectacles. Dark circles edge his black eyes. 

“Itoshi Sae. Thank you for coming in today,” Ego’s voice says in a neutral tone. Sae gives him a small, respectful nod, fingers curling subtly in his lap as he braces himself.

Ego launches right into his carefully curated speech—polished like a PR statement handed down from the top. “I’ve read through your report and want to formally apologize, on behalf of the Blue Lock administration, for the trauma that you’ve endured on our campus. We pride ourselves as being a safe space where students can learn and grow, and the events that have unfolded are unacceptable.” 

Sae keeps a steady gaze on Ego with a mix of relief and skepticism.

“We will be punishing Shidou Ryusei to the fullest extent possible,” Ego continues with  much-rehearsed ease. “Namely, he will be placed on academic probation and removed from the dorms immediately.” 

There’s a pause as Ego’s words sink in. Sae’s magenta brows furrow in confusion and he glances over at Isagi, who looks equally perplexed. Surely, he misunderstood. Probation? Removal from the dorms? How could that possibly be enough?

Sae’s mouth parts to speak, but Isagi beats him to it, voice sharper than usual. “Please explain why his punishment doesn’t extend to expulsion? Given the severity of the allegations against him?” 

Ego’s black eyes flicker over to Isagi. “The reasoning for his continued enrollment is twofold: one—his status as an athlete, and two—his status as a fraternity member.” He pauses for a moment, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “As you know, the football department generates the majority of the revenue required to maintain our university’s prestigious athletic program. Shidou Ryusei attends Blue Lock on a full athletic scholarship.” 

Shidou has a full-ride? News to him. The easy arrogance, the sense of entitlement—everything falls bitterly into place.

“If these allegations were to be made public,” Ego continues, “it would significantly damage the university’s reputation, threatening our standing as a premier institution.”

“What?!” Isagi’s voice erupts, raw with outrage, as he leaps to his feet, the chair scraping harshly across the floor. “That’s bullshit!” 

Sae’s eyes widen at Isagi’s sudden outburst, surprised yet unable to blame him. Instead of reaching out to calm him, Sae only sinks further back into the seat, feeling a growing sense of resignation. 

The outburst doesn’t faze Ego in the slightest. “Shidou is a well-respected linebacker in the industry and Blue Lock has invested considerable resources in acquiring and retaining him. Additionally, he’s a senior within the most elite fraternity organization on campus. Membership in that group is highly restricted and the brothers enjoy certain…protections, shall we say. Even as superintendent, expelling a fraternity member is beyond the scope of my authority.”

Isagi shakes with barely-contained fury, blue eyes flashing angrily. His voice is sharp, edged with bitterness. “So you’re telling us the fraternity is untouchable? That Shidou can do whatever he wants without facing real consequences?”

Ego’s expression barely shifts. “You would need to bring the case to their internal judicial board, but I’m afraid the likelihood of your success in doing so as a student from a different department would be feeble at best.” 

Each word is like a thorn on a growing rosebush, creeping its way over Sae’s body and pricking torso and limbs. Rivulets of blood fall, leaving nothing but a hollow self and a sense of hopelessness. 

Isagi slowly sinks back to his chair, a similar look of defeat washing over his features. 

“I’m sorry, boys.” Ego sighs, but he doesn’t seem overly apologetic. “I would recommend hiring an attorney and taking this to a public criminal court. Assuming you have the evidence to back up the claims in the report, you’re sure to win your case.” 

Sae is numb. Silent. He doesn’t have jack shit for evidence. 

The photo is gone. The bruises have faded. 

“We appreciate your advice, Mr. Ego,” Isagi says, voice terse with anger. “But this should really be handled by the school’s own board. Why should we pay out of pocket for an attorney when Sae’s the victim here? It’s only fair that Shidou faces the consequences of his actions here, among his peers.” 

Ego’s black eyes close, fully ignoring Isagi’s sentiment. “The school board has generously offered to refund Itoshi Sae’s senior year tuition and athletic department fees as compensation. That is the best that we can do at this time.” 

Isagi’s face twists in outrage and disgust. “With all due respect, Ego,” his voice is icy now, biting with indignation. “This isn’t about recompensation. This is about holding Shidou accountable for his abuse and ensuring that it doesn’t happen again on our campus.” 

“I apologize, Isagi Yoichi. Shidou will be held accountable to a certain extent, but expulsion is simply off the table.” 

Beside Sae, the typically calm and composed Isagi is visibly shaking with frustration now. Sae reaches out, resting a hand gently over Isagi’s clenched fist, softly covering it with his own. The blue-haired man glances over at the touch.

“Stop,” Sae’s voice comes out weakly. “There’s no point.”

Blue eyes widen in surprise at his admission of defeat. Isagi’s shoulders slowly relax.

A short while later, they’re both outside the administration building, the door slamming shut behind them. Isagi storms out and Sae struggles to keep pace behind him. The news hasn’t really settled in for him yet, and Sae gets the feeling that Isagi is channeling all of the hopeless anger he should probably be feeling right now. 

“Fucking hell…” Isagi mutters as they fast-walk down a sidewalk. “They’re just going to let Shidou keep prancing around campus, all because he’s their star athlete and cash cow.” He kicks a loose pebble on the sidewalk, sending it skittering into a patch of dead leaves.

He stops abruptly, whirling to face Sae. “What are we supposed to do, Sae?!” His voice cracks, the anger giving way to a vulnerable uncertainty. “Can you afford an attorney?” 

Sae blinks, frozen in place by the desperation in his boyfriend’s tone. “Um… I mean, yeah, but…” His logical circuit feels like it’s barely processing right now. “It’s not about the money. I just…” He pauses, his throat suddenly dry. “I’m not comfortable going public with this. The media, the school board, the other teams—my reputation as an athlete would be ruined the moment it went viral.”

He sighs. “And my parents? They’d never look at me the same way again. They don’t even know I’m dating anyone, let alone that—” he cuts himself off, voice choking. “They’d blame me.”

The confession hangs in the cold air between them, sharp and vulnerable. It’s not an excuse. It’s just the truth.

“What if… what if you changed universities?” Isagi says frantically. “With your skills, you could go—”

“Stop, Yoichi,” Sae interrupts. “You know I can’t do that. I’m already a senior.” 

Isagi’s shoulders sag in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he nods in reluctant agreement. He takes a small step forward, his gaze softer now. “But this is such bullshit. You’re not doing anything wrong by protecting yourself. But... it’s so unfair.” His voice shakes. “It’s just so fucking unfair.”

The wind rustles through the trees above, sending a flurry of yellow and brown leaves tumbling down between them.

An arm reaches out and gives Isagi’s cold hand a reassuring squeeze. “I know,” Sae says quietly. “We tried our best. And I…” He hesitates, then gives Isagi’s hand a firmer squeeze. “I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to report Shidou at all without you pushing me. You’re the only reason I stood up for myself at all.”

Isagi stares at him, speechless, his mouth twitching like he’s not sure whether to smile or cry. His fingers shift in Sae’s palm, weaving in slowly.

“...Yeah.” 

—

The following week passes by and it feels like a balm to Sae’s weary ego. 

Each day consists of morning practice or a quiet morning spent with coffee or salted kombucha. Rather than getting meals to-go, his social life feels more spruced up spent with Isagi and his sophomore friends over daily lunches in the cafe. A small part of Sae wants to dislike hanging out with the younger crowd, but Isagi’s friends seem just as earnest as his little blueberry. 

With the cooling weather, he switches to jogging outside before hitting up the gym in the late afternoon for his daily regimen. And finally, he ends each day with his nightly skincare routine—cleanser, toner, serum, eye cream, moisturizer, and lip balm, mostly La Mer and Aesop. He indulges with a few extra exfoliations and overnight masks, just for this week. 

His mind stays active with classwork and frequent check-ins from Isagi. 

It’s not until Thursday that he realizes the blonde devil hasn’t texted him once. Good. 

It’s early dusk and Sae is sitting on his dorm balcony, drinking hot jasmine tea when his phone pings. 

Yoichi 🫐

hey Sae~

-

I hope you're okay with a little adventure because...

🥁🥁🥁

I picked our date spot for Saturday night! 🎉🍂🌙

there’s a traditional fall festival in this countryside village about an hour by train. lanterns, food stalls, taiko drums, the whole vibe. super cozy and lowkey romantic. not that I’m saying we’re romantic or anything 👀

-

so! wear something warm, and maybe leave your soccer snob attitude at home for the night 😌💕

-

can’t wait 🧡

He can’t help but chuckle at the slightly excessive use of emojis. 

Itoshi Sae

That sounds excessively adorable.

I’ll allow it.

Don’t expect me to play any of those festival games though. I’m not wasting 500 yen to win you a goldfish you’ll forget to feed.

-

But I’ll meet you at the station.

Text me the train time.

-

And bring me a sweet potato snack or I’m going home early.

Yoichi 🫐

LMAOO you're such a grump 😤

-

you're definitely playing the goldfish game. I wanna see that pro athlete reaction time in action

-

I’ll even name the goldfish “Mini Sae.” he’ll be cold, aloof, and live forever out of sheer spite 🐟

-

train leaves at 5:12 — meet me on platform 2 or I’m sending embarrassing texts to Rin again 😌

-

also already bought you 2 sweet potato snacks. one for now, one for when you pretend you don’t like the first one

The response brings a cheesy smile to Sae’s face. Isagi is such a nut sometimes.

Itoshi Sae

If you name a goldfish after me I’m releasing it into the river behind the stadium.

Also, I’m not playing any games. I’m there for the food and the food only.

-

But I’ll meet you at 5:12. Don’t be late.

-

And don’t touch my sweet potatoes. You know the second one’s mine. 

The autumn night air nips at his cheeks and he decides quickly to retire for the night. The glass door rolls shut behind him, cutting off the chilly air. 

Despite his nonchalance over text, his excitement for tomorrow builds steadily. The last time he went on a real date was… when, again? A few years, at least. 

He crawls into his clean bed feeling refreshed and recharged, and quickly falls into a comfortable sleep. 

—

The train lets out a low hiss as it pulls into the quiet countryside station, the cool October air rushing in the moment the doors slide open. Sae steps off first, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his dark coat, eyes scanning the countryside village. The sky above glows a warm amber, touched with streaks of fading pink as the sun begins its slow descent behind the hills.

Isagi hops off behind him, a wide grin already plastered across his face. “Okay, tell me this isn’t perfect.” Sae only responds with a well-natured huff and push against his shoulder. 

They make their way past food stalls as they near the heart of the festival—booths selling candied apples, skewered dango, piping-hot oden in paper bowls, and fried sweet potatoes glistening with sugar. Warm lights illuminate each stand, casting a soft glow on their faces as the streets grow busier.

Isagi tugs gently on Sae’s sleeve, pointing ahead to a small square where festival drums are set up and kids in yukata are chasing each other with paper fans.

“Come on,” Isagi says, excitement bubbling in his voice. “Let’s get something to eat before I make you play any games.”

“You’re not making me play anything.”

“No promises,” Isagi laughs, already pulling him toward the food stalls.

Sae sighs, but he lets himself be dragged forward anyway. The smile he wears is small and quiet—but real.

They wander deeper into the festival, the rhythm of taiko drums pulsing through the night air, mixing with the occasional chime of bells and bursts of laughter from children darting between food stalls. The scent of grilled yakitori and caramelized sugar lingers around them, warm and nostalgic.

Sae wipes his hands on a napkin after finishing a skewer of salty-sweet beef. “You done eating?”

Isagi finishes his own skewer and nods. “Yep. Now it’s time.”

Sae raises a brow. “Time for what?”

Isagi points childishly. “Goldfish scooping.”

Sae stares at the booth: a shallow pool with dozens of tiny orange fish darting under the glow of lanterns. Beside it sits an old man grinning under a faded happi coat, fanning himself with a paper paddle.

“Seriously?” Sae says. “Is this kindergarten?”

“Afraid I’ll beat you?” Isagi smirks.

“I’m not even gonna try,” Sae says, but Isagi is already paying for two paper scoops. One is promptly shoved into Sae’s reluctant hand.

“You miss one and it’s over,” Isagi says, crouching next to the tank. “Don’t choke.”

Sae crouches beside him with a sigh, but something soft glimmers behind his expression—amusement, maybe, or the fact that he’s too tired to argue tonight. He dips his scoop in with slow precision, eyes tracking the darting fish like a predator.

“Careful,” Isagi whispers dramatically. “They're faster than they look.”

Sae rolls his eyes and swipes—clean catch.

“What,” Isagi blinks. “Beginner’s luck.”

Another flick of Sae’s wrist. A second fish.

“Okay, what the hell.” Isagi’s scoop rips immediately on contact with the water, leaving him with a soggy circle of paper and no fish.

Sae side-eyes him. “Did you just pay to lose?”

“I’m playing the long game,” Isagi mutters, grabbing another scoop. “This is a warm-up.”

By the time they’re both on their fifth attempt, Sae has a tiny plastic bag with two fish swimming calmly inside, while Isagi… has wet hands, a soaked sleeve, and no fish.

“Give me one of yours,” Isagi demands.

“No.”

“Come on, I got you that candied apple.”

“Still no.”

“Cold.”

Sae just shrugs and smirks. A win’s a win.

They drift over to the next game booth—a ring toss with prizes hanging above: plushies, snacks, silly headbands with fox ears. Isagi sets his sights on a red-and-gold fox mask hanging near the top row.

“Bet you I can get that one,” he says.

“If you do, I’ll wear it for the rest of the night,” Sae says dryly. As if Isagi could possibly get that one. It’s in the far corner. 

Isagi laughs. “Deal.”

Five rings later, one miraculously loops onto the hook beneath the mask. Isagi stares, mouth open.

“Holy shit.”

The vendor chuckles and hands over the prize.

Without skipping a beat, Isagi turns and ties it onto Sae’s head. It rests at a slant above his ear, slightly crooked and far too showy for Sae’s usual aesthetic.

They continue down the path, laughter echoing between the lantern-lit booths, the tension of the past week finally melting away—for tonight, at least. The sun has long since slipped down past the horizon, making the warm glow of the lanterns even brighter in the dark night. 

Isagi nudges Sae gently. "Hey, fireworks are starting soon. Want to find somewhere quieter?"

Sae nods wordlessly, grateful for the idea. As much as he enjoys seeing Isagi happy, the festival’s noise has begun to wear on him.

They slip away from the crowd just as the first firework cracks overhead, painting the sky in blooming gold. Isagi’s hand is still in Sae’s as they duck past the final food stalls and follow a quiet path that curves away from the main square. The festival buzz fades behind them, replaced by the lull of crickets and the occasional murmur of a distant voice.

Isagi leads them onward until the distant chatter and laughter fade into quiet murmurs, the festival lights twinkling gently below. Finding a perfect spot—a grassy hillside slightly elevated above the village—he plops down with an exaggerated sigh, stretching out and patting the spot beside him with a playful smile. Sae settles down beside him, careful to not let his new pair of goldfish roll down the hill. 

The second firework bursts—deep red, trailing silver—and Isagi tilts his head back to watch it bloom. 

The sky lights up again in a brilliant crown of orange and gold. Isagi watches it in awe and his fingers slide over Sae’s without looking. Their hands tangle again naturally.

The fireworks explode in rhythm, each burst of color vivid and breathtaking, lighting up Isagi’s face with brief flashes of gold and green. Sae doesn’t realize he’s been staring until Isagi glances at him with a shy smile.

“You’re missing the fireworks,” Isagi murmurs teasingly, though his voice is barely audible over the crackles above.

“No, I’m not,” Sae responds without thinking, voice soft and sincere.

Isagi turns his face to him, eyes wide with emotion, the fireworks coloring him in blushes and starlight. Isagi’s voice comes out barely above a whisper. “Can I…?”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to.

Sae leans forward, pressing his lips to the other’s beneath the glowing sky. 

Isagi hums against Sae’s mouth, the sound low and sweet, and leans into him more. The kiss deepens naturally, Sae’s free hand rising to cup Isagi’s cheek, fingers curling behind his ear as their mouths move together, warm and familiar, like a promise being rewritten.

The weight he’s been carrying—the secrets, the shame, the bruises that no longer bloom on his skin but still live in his bones—it all feels a little lighter when Isagi holds him like this. He lets out a shaky exhale, and Isagi responds by pulling him in just a bit tighter, resting his head against Sae’s shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And in the aftermath of everything—after being bruised and broken and made to feel like nothing—Isagi reminds him what it feels like to be whole. That he's still capable of being loved. That he deserves it.

Sae presses a kiss into Isagi’s temple, a quiet thank-you he can’t quite voice aloud. And for the first time in a long time, he feels like maybe, just maybe, he’s going to be okay.

Chapter Text

Just after dinner on Sunday, Itoshi Sae finds himself settling in for a peaceful night.  

He’s never one to drink, but right now he’s in his dorm room, with a crisp-cold White Claw shoved into his hand—ruby grapefruit flavor. His boyfriend is currently tucking the remaining 12-pack into his mini fridge in the corner of his single dorm.

Taking a tentative sip, Sae raises his brows slightly at the taste. It's light, almost refreshing. Some sort of malt beverage, to be sure. He flips the can around, scanning the ingredients and nutritional info with idle interest. No high-fructose syrup. Low carbs. Acceptable.

“Not bad, yeah?” Isagi’s cheery voice sounds. 

“No added sugars… it passes,” Sae responds in his usual tone. He takes another sip, letting the citrusy fizz settle on his tongue before swallowing. Mm. Not bad at all.

Isagi cracks open a passionfruit flavor and takes a few long swigs. Sae’s eyes watch closely as the shorter man’s throat bobs with the motion. The other pulls back from his drink with a resounding “bwah!” of satisfaction, which seems out of place, somehow. Silly Yoichi.  

Sae snorts softly, shaking his head. “You’re such a dork.”

A sage and citrus candle burns in the corner, filling the room with a gentle, comforting scent. Naturally, it’s against dorm policy to burn candles, but Sae is still irritated with the lingering trace of smoke scent that a certain someone left clinging to his walls. No matter how many times he washes his bedding, the faint scent remains like a fingerprint. 

He takes another swig of his seltzer. White Claws are pretty light on calories and alcohol, so no need to hold back. The cool liquid travels down his throat, relaxing him somewhat. 

Isagi meanders over to Sae’s desk where a brand-new rectangular tank holds an assortment of pebbles, some fake underwater plants, a single tiki statue, and two goldfish darting around in the clear water. Sae hadn’t bothered doing any research on fish upkeep; he’d texted Rin and the two Itoshi brothers had spent the earlier morning at the local pet market arguing over which decor would suit the two goldfish better. 

Isagi peers into the tank, tapping the glass rudely. The fish flit around with the sudden reverberations. One kicks up pebbles with the swish of a tail while the other slows to a drift like it’s in no rush to exist.

“Yoichi, don’t—” Sae starts, but stops when Isagi looks up with that wide-eyed grin of his, pretending not to notice the fish’s panic. “They’re cute,” Isagi says, ignoring the reprimand as he watches the two dart around. “What’re you naming them?” he asks, curiosity lighting up his face.

“Ehh…” Sae trails off. He doesn’t really care what they’re called. Fish are more decor than pets, after all. 

“You mean you haven’t picked anything out?” Isagi says, mock-offense filling his voice. “Let’s name them.” 

He takes another sip of ruby seltzer. The sudden urge to mess with his blueberry overcomes him. “How about Wet Thing 1 and Wet Thing 2.” 

“Sae.” 

He deadpans. “Dinner and Dessert.” 

The sheer horror on Isagi’s face almost makes Sae laugh. “They’re pets, not protein.” 

“Then name yours ‘Protein Deficiency’.”

Isagi groans. “Can you take this seriously? These poor fish will have to live the rest of their short lives with these names.” 

Sae tilts his head as if he’s giving this silly conversation any real thought. “What about Offside and VAR?” 

“They’re literally floating in a tank. What could they possibly be offside from?” He chuckles. “And you’re naming yours VAR just so you can blame it every time something annoys you.” 

“Exactly.” 

Isagi gives a sigh of indignation, but he’s smiling. “Where’s the fish food?” 

Sae points with his head to a corner of the room. “Careful. VAR loves to eat but Wet Thing 2 is kinda picky.”

“We are NOT naming them that,” Isagi says with a chuckle as he sprinkles some fish food into the water. One of the fish immediately darts to the top, aggressively gulping at the flakes. The other floats about, indifferent, flicking its tail like it has better things to do. “How about we each give them a name after each other?” he prompts. “Look—this one with the longer tail is staring at its own reflection. That’s clearly your fish.” 

Sae clambers up from his comfy spot on the bed and peers into the tank. Sure enough, one of the fish is hovering suspiciously still, face turned toward the glass like it’s trying to divine the secrets of the universe—or more likely, just zoning out. He observes that it is the prettier fish, however. 

The blue-haired man is staring into the tank like a child, his eyes wide with wonder. “Fishoshi. Yep. That’s it.” 

A snort of laughter comes out of Sae before he can stop it. “Fi—what?” 

“Fishoshi,” Isagi repeats, deadly serious. “I’m not playing games, Sae.” 

He laughs even harder and points to the other fish. It’s darting around excitedly. “Well this one—haha—is obsessed with shiny things. He swims into walls sometimes.” 

“Hey—”

“Also annoying and surprisingly hard to ignore. I’ll call him Fishagi.” 

“...” 

“You brought this on yourself.” 

—

After a short while of combing over which game to play, they settle on a puzzle game—Portal 2. Sae has never played it to be honest, but Isagi seems eager as he digs the myriad of Nintendo Switch games out from his backpack and loads it up on the medium-sized TV. It would make sense that his boyfriend prefers puzzle games, knowing how his brain prefers challenges over anything else, really. 

The game boots up and Isagi is bouncing around at Sae’s side on the shared bed as they hold their joycons and watch the intro sequence. The screen glows faintly in the otherwise cozy room, where a single nightlight casts a warm, golden hue across the blanket-strewn bed. An open bag of sweet potato chips isn’t far. 

The intro continues with a mechanical hum, showing a sleek, sterile sci-fi environment. Some creepy AI is monologuing in deadpan about science and testing chambers. They quickly select their players. Two robots, Atlas and P-Body, spawn in. 

“Okay, we just shoot portals and go through, right?” Sae says.

“Yep.” Isagi is already ahead of him, maneuvering through the room with the eagerness of someone who’s played this a thousand times. He shoots a pair of portals: one on the wall and one above a ledge. “Ta-daa. See? I got you.” 

Sae steps through and lands on the platform. “Wow. Easy enough.” 

Isagi beams, smug. “Maybe I’ll carry you through the whole thing.”

Sae rolls his eyes—and then, with silent precision, presses a big red button on the wall. There’s a whir, a clunk , and a trapdoor opens right beneath Isagi’s robot avatar, who drops with a splat into a pit of glowing blue goo.

“Sae!!” 

“Whoops,” Sae replies, far too pleased with himself as he sips his White Claw and reclines a little deeper into the pillows.

“‘Whoops, my ass. You did that on purpose!”

“I plead the fifth.”

“You’re not even American!”

A few levels and plenty of bickering later, they encounter GLaDOS. Her robotic voice sounds through the cheap TV speakers: “Oh good. Another test. I see you’re still together. That’s… surprising. Usually this level of incompetence causes irreparable breakdowns in relationships.”

Isagi scoffs. “Yo, did she just—?” 

“Yeah,” Sae responds dryly. 

GLaDOS continues. “But perhaps I misjudged. Maybe you're not incompetent. Maybe you’re just emotionally co-dependent and unwilling to disappoint each other. Adorable.”

Sae scoffs while Isagi snickers.

Both characters step on two pressure plates. A laser bounces wildly around the room. 

Isagi panics. “Sae! Laser! Laser!” He jerks his joy-con left and right as if it’ll help his robot dodge faster.

Sae is calmly adjusting their portals. “Stop jumping. I got it.” 

“I’m not jumping, I’m dodging death.” 

GLaDOS chirps in again. “Fascinating. One of you has spatial awareness, and the other has… enthusiasm. Together, you almost function like a single average mind.”

“Can I portal her into the goo?” Sae mutters. 

Isagi smirks. “Ooooh, are you mad? Don’t let her get to you, babe.” 

The endearment brings a sheepish grin to Sae’s face which he quickly hides behind his can. 

While waiting for the next level to load, Isagi is busy scrolling through the emotes. “Wait, wait, look at this. I can make mine do a little hug thing!” He presses a button and his robot performs a clunky but adorable mechanical hug. A heart briefly appears above their heads. “ Awww. We’re bonding.” 

Sae stares at the screen. “How embarrassing.” 

GLaDOS blips right on cue. “Well, that was emotionally revolting. Please refrain from affectionate displays. This is a testing facility, not a dating sim.”

They move through the levels at a steady pace. Despite the snarking, their coordination is seamless. Sae’s tactical precision and Isagi’s spatial instinct mesh together in a way that makes the gameplay smooth and rewarding. Even when they die—and they do, often—it’s with shared laughter and frantic shouting, never frustration.

The next level has a room split down the middle by a pane of glass. Their robots are separated, obviously meant to solve the puzzles separately. The robotic voice comes back into the speaker: “For this next test, you’ll be separated. That way, when one of you inevitably fails, the other will get to watch. It builds character. And resentment. Win-win.”

Apparently, the blueberry hasn’t gotten to this level before. “Wait, we’re doing solo puzzles now?” 

Sae’s robot walks through the door. “Guess you’ll have to survive without my genius for five minutes.” 

Sae is already busy figuring out the angle of a laser beam when Isagi’s voice chirps in again. “Yo, can you see that cube right through the window?” 

“Yeah. Why?” 

“I have a dumb idea,” Isagi says. “Portal chain. We can skip the solo crap and just… meet in the middle.” 

Sae smirks, obviously on board. 

GLaDOS: “This is blatant test interference. Tampering with official protocols. Truly, a match made in disappointment.”

A rapid series of portals bounce cubes, bridges, and faith plates across the rooms. They’re not following the rules. GLaDOS is spiraling. Isagi accidentally drops a cube through Sae’s portal and it lands squarely on a pressure plate neither of them had noticed.

“...Did that just solve the door?” Sae asks, blinking.

Sure enough, they manage to solve the puzzle somehow in half the time. The red “exit” lights flicker on. The final platform slides into place with a hiss. They both cheer. 

A few hours have passed. Half-crushed White Claw cans lay scattered about the room like trophies of a lazy, perfect night.

Isagi stretches against the side of the bed as he sits on the carpet, yawning. “Bro. That was so fun.” 

Sae leans back quietly on the bed, his back pressed against the wall. A blanket is draped over his shoulders, keeping him warm. “Yeah.”

The TV screen finally fades to black, leaving the room bathed in soft candlelight and the faint hum of the mini fridge. The room is warm and quiet. The buzz of alcohol hums faintly in Sae’s limbs—not enough to be drunk, but just enough to loosen whatever invisible walls he usually puts up.

Isagi's hand sneaks up from the floor and tugs on Sae’s bare foot. “We make a good team, huh?” 

Sae smiles, glad for the cover of darkness that hides his cheesy grin. “We’ve always made a good team. Despite all the portal-related deaths you caused me.” 

Isagi scrambles up slightly, planting his hands on the edge of the bed, head and blue sprout popping up cutely. His face is flushed pink from both alcohol and indignation. “Hey! I made up for those with my perfect button timing!”

Sae smirks. “You spammed the hug emote everytime I solved something.” 

Isagi chuckles. “Yeah, well, I didn’t actually expect you to keep playing as long as you did. I figured you would rage-quit after a round or two.” There’s a softness in Isagi’s voice that makes him pause. 

“What, you thought I’d leave you hanging mid-game?” 

Isagi fumbles with his words. “No, not in a rude way. Just… you’re hard to read sometimes. I guess I assumed I was the only one actually excited about it. Didn’t think it was your kind of thing.” 

Sae’s expression doesn’t change but his gaze focuses on the blue-haired man sitting idly at the edge of his bed. 

Isagi keeps going. “I almost didn’t text you, to be honest. But then I thought, screw it—worse case, you play one level and ditch. I’d survive.” 

The comment makes Sae sit up, resting his arms on his knees. His voice is soft. “Come on, you really think that lowly of me?” 

Isagi responds quietly. “No, I just—I don’t know what to expect from you. I’m still figuring the real you out.” His gaze is averted. 

It draws a deep sigh out of Sae. “Hey. Yoichi, look at me,” he says firmly. The blueberry’s head turns forward. “If I say yes to something with you, I’m not doing it halfway. Even if it's a dumb robot puzzle game. Even if you keep launching me into acid. I’m in it. Start to finish.” 

The response seems to ease Isagi. “...Alright,” he says with a soft smile again. 

They sit in another comfortable silence for a short while. 

Sae’s voice breaks the quiet. “I’m not really… used to this kind of stuff.”

Isagi looks over at him.

“I’ve never done this,” Sae continues. “Played dumb games with a boyfriend, I mean. Stayed up talking instead of just kicking someone out. Had someone care whether we hung out or not.”

Isagi’s smile fades into something softer. “Well… get used to it. Because I care. A lot.”

Sae doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he reaches for Isagi’s hand, their fingers brushing before slowly weaving together. It’s clumsy, but warm.

“I can try,” Sae says at last, voice barely above a whisper. “If you’ll stick around long enough to show me.”

Isagi’s breath hitches just slightly before he nods. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.” Isagi’s tone is firm, but his eyes are soft—full of concern, full of quiet devotion. The way he looks at Sae now is the way someone might look at something precious, something irreplaceable. It almost makes Sae look away.

Without a word, Isagi shuffles onto the bed. In the dim of the room, he nuzzles his head into Sae’s lap like a cute puppy. A small smile creeps onto Sae’s lips as he starts carding his fingers through soft blue locks. 

A soft sigh emanates from Isagi. The moment passes comfortably, with the only source of light being the flickering sage candle in the corner of the small dorm. 

“Hey… are you okay?” Isagi asks quietly. 

“Hm?” 

“We haven’t really talked about… the visit to the student board,” Isagi says, his gaze planted elsewhere. 

“Oh.” 

Isagi rises, his gaze tracing up to Sae. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I guess there’s nothing we can do with our current situation but…” He looks torn. 

A hand rises as Sae swipes a thumb over his cheek comfortingly. As if he’s the one who needs to be comforted about it. 

“It’s fine,” Sae lies. “Like you said, there’s nothing we can do about it.” His hand drops just as soon as it's raised. “I… am just going to do my best to avoid Shidou,” he says tentatively. The name feels like acid on his tongue, saying it aloud for some reason. 

Isagi nods in understanding. “Okay…” he says slowly. “But, don’t hold back from telling me if something comes up, alright? If he hurts you again, I want to be the first one to know about it.” 

“Okay.” 

A long silence passes between them. Isagi settles back into his lap. 

Sae exhales slowly, fingers still brushing through soft strands. “Yoichi,” he says suddenly, voice a little quieter now, “I think if it weren’t for you… I might’ve kept pretending like it didn’t happen.”

Isagi blinks. The words hang there, heavier than the rest.

“I mean it,” Sae continues, staring ahead at the dark TV screen, its reflection dim in the window. “You believed me right away. You got mad when I couldn’t. You showed up. Again and again. And you didn’t stop when it got ugly.”

Isagi’s grip on his leg tightens just slightly.

“You didn’t give up,” Sae murmurs. “Even when I wanted to.”

He finally looks down, meeting the wide blue gaze looking back up at him. And for once, there’s no mask—just Sae. Raw and tired, but still there.

Isagi’s lips curl into something fragile but sincere. “I love you,” he says simply. No fanfare. No pressure.

Sae’s throat tightens. But he manages a small nod, and his fingers pause briefly in Isagi’s hair, curling just slightly to hold him there.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I know. I love you, too.”

A soft, warm hand is placed on Sae’s cheek in the dark. The warmth soon spreads, closing in all around Sae like a warm blanket. He’s shifted backwards to lay on the bed, and before he can protest, his breath hitches as Isagi’s other palm makes contact with his sweatpants. 

Oh. 

Oh . 

They’re doing this now. Sae shifts backwards slightly, immediately uncomfortable. “Isagi, I don’t know if tonight’s…” 

The hand leaves his groin and Isagi falters a bit. “Oh… yeah, sorry,” he says, trying and failing to hide his disappointment. “Still trying to learn your signals.” Isagi nuzzles into his lap again a little too quickly. 

Sae’s chest aches with regret as he watches Isagi retreat into himself. All he did was squash the man’s confidence considering Isagi is still pretty inexperienced. It was a genuine, tender moment for the two of them. Not to mention that he knows his poor boyfriend hasn’t gotten any attention for the last two weeks. Even knowing all that, he doesn’t know if he’s ready for intimacy so soon after… 

He shakes his head to clear any unnecessary thoughts. 

“I’m sorry, Isagi,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just… my head’s a mess right now, and I don’t know how to deal with it all.” 

Isagi only offers a small smile and turns up to look at him. “It’s okay. Really. Let’s go to bed early tonight, okay?” He gives one last nuzzle into Sae’s lap before slowly pulling away, his motions gentle, careful not to rattle the moment more than it already has been. He climbs beneath the covers without a word, lying on his side and facing the wall. His back curls slightly, as if to say, I get it. I’ll give you space. And Sae hates that—the quiet retreat, the unspoken acceptance of being pushed away. It’s too kind. Too undeserved.

Sae lingers for a moment, still sitting up in the dark, guilt twisting like wire in his gut. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing softly. The last thing he wants is to make Isagi feel unwanted,  because that can’t be further from the truth. It’s not him. It’s the echo of everything else.

He finally shifts down into the bed, moving slower than usual, as if the weight of the past few weeks is sewn into his limbs. The mattress dips as he turns on his side to face Isagi’s back. Tentatively, he reaches out and places a hand on Isagi’s shoulder. His thumb brushes once, barely a touch.

“I want you to know…” Sae says quietly, voice nearly lost in the hush of the room, “that it’s not you. I want to be close to you—I do. I just…” His words die in his throat. 

Isagi turns slowly at that, just enough for their eyes to meet in the dim glow. His face is soft with understanding, even if his brows are furrowed with concern.

“I get it,” he murmurs, voice tender. “You don’t have to explain it all right now. I just want you to feel safe with me. Always.”

Sae’s throat tightens, and he nods, grateful beyond words. He lets Isagi pull him gently into his arms, their foreheads resting together beneath the hush of blankets. No pressure. No expectation. Just quiet warmth, steady breath, the promise of healing slowly passed back and forth with every heartbeat.

—

Sae absently taps his mechanical pencil against paper as he stares up at the board from his seat in calculus. Midterms are just two weeks away but there’s no real concern. Assignments and tests aren’t nearly as challenging as perfecting his left-footed long drive, the move with the lowest success rate in his current arsenal. 

His phone pings. 

Yoichi 🫐

hey 🐟 you alive?

 

Itoshi Sae

Barely.

I’m currently rotting in calc. 

 

Yoichi 🫐

lol thought you liked math

 

Itoshi Sae

Just because I have an A in a class doesn’t mean I enjoy it.

 

Yoichi 🫐

damn, you have an A in calc? I’m only in algebra 2 but i’m fighting tooth and nail to keep my freaking B 😔

 

Itoshi Sae

You can do better than that, Yoichi. Text me next time you get stuck on something, I’ll help you with your assignment.

He sets his phone down for a few minutes to catch up on notes, then eagerly turns the screen around again. 

Yoichi 🫐

wait rly?? I’m gonna come knocking twice a week then 👀

 

Itoshi Sae

I doubt you’re getting stuck on every assignment if you have a B. 

 

Yoichi 🫐

you don’t know that 😋 maybe i just wanna come see you huh what’s wrong with that?

 

Itoshi Sae

You can come by anytime, just text me first. No need to lie about needing help studying when you’re clearly smarter than most of the lukewarm idiots on this campus. 

 

Yoichi 🫐

aww, the genius Itoshi Sae thinks I’m smart? 🥹 In that case can I come over tonight?

 

Itoshi Sae

Sure, pick up dinner from the cafe on your way. I’m not eating ramen again. 

 

Yoichi 🫐

🫡🫡🫡

 

A faint smile tugs at Sae’s lips, making his boring calc class feel just a bit easier to endure. Another 15 minutes pass as the sound of the professor’s voice drawls over pencils scratching into paper. 

Sae’s phone pings again. He smiles and flips it over. 

Douchcanoe

hey bby. how’s math

A frown. Sae gets the sudden urge to block the blonde devil’s number again but he knows there’s no real point in it anymore. 

Itoshi Sae

I’ve got midterms coming up. Stop texting me, you’re interrupting my focus.

 

Douchcanoe

awww u texted me back again!! good boy.

His frown turns into disgust. Shidou is such a fucking nuisance. 

Douchcanoe

u free tonight?

Teal eyes settle on the phone screen and his palms suddenly feel sweaty. Shit. He really doesn’t want to cancel his plans with Isagi, not that they were any real plans to speak of. But he doubts that Shidou will take no for an answer. 

Itoshi Sae

No, the captain and I are reviewing the team’s formation for Saturday’s match this evening.

 

Douchcanoe

okie no worries i’ll be by after

see u soon sae-chan~

Shit. Shit. Shit. A hand tugs at his magenta locks in a pitiful attempt to calm himself. Actually—maybe this is fine. Shidou had previously said that he can keep dating Isagi so if he comes by tonight and hears Isagi in his room, surely he’ll leave. 

Right? 

Either way, he’s keeping his door locked tightly. 

—

Isagi can barely hold himself together as he climbs onto Sae’s neatly-made bed for a movie night. It’s been a few days since they hung out on Sunday (not that he’s counting the days apart or anything). The same green candle flickers in the corner of the small dorm, filling the space with some sort of earthy scent. Rosemary? He doesn’t know candles well enough to pin it down, but it’s grounding, clean, not too sweet. Definitely not the kind of overly-floral stuff his mom used to burn in the kitchen at home. 

Do guys normally buy candles? Isagi sure doesn’t. Then again, he hasn’t spent too much time dwelling on what he can or can’t do with his new… sexuality. 

“I like your sweater,” Sae’s monotone cuts through his thoughts. 

Sae’s hand tugs at the oversized woolen sleeve by his wrist. With the cooling temperature and  somewhat long walk from the underclassmen dorms to the senior dorms, he had chosen a dark gray fluffy sweater made with large wool knitting and without all the fuss. It’s more of a practical choice, and suddenly he realizes that he should start putting in more effort if his boyfriend is observing his clothing choices. 

“Ahh… thanks,” he responds with a light smile. “My mom gave it to me last Christmas.” 

A pale hand tugs gently at his right sleeve. “Hn… what cotton blend is it?” 

“Huh?” 

Sae chuckles lightly. That same hand drifts upward, and before he can react, Sae’s cool fingers brush the nape of his neck as they hook the sweater’s collar. All the blood rushes to his face as Sae pulls the tag out to examine it. 

“Seventy-five percent wool, twenty-five percent rayon,” Sae says, answering his own question. “Not bad.” 

“Really?” Isagi says, feeling a little dumb. 

Sae only smiles back at him. He feels his heartstrings being yanked on violently. Seeing the genius elder Itoshi brother smiling is not a feeling he’s used to yet. 

“It’s alright,” Sae says. “Christmas is in just a few months… I think you’d look even better in a navy cashmere.” Those teal eyes sweep down and then up again, deliberate and assessing.  “Crewneck with a black collared button down underneath… yeah, I’ll take care of it.” 

The simple statement feels somehow possessive and Isagi feels at a loss for words. His stomach flips, heat surging all the way down his body before pooling somewhere that makes him fumble for words. No one has ever bought him clothes other than his mom, and she certainly didn’t care for form over function. 

“Uhh… thanks, Sae,” Isagi says a bit sheepishly. “That’s… generous of you.” 

“Nonsense,” Sae says, nudging Isagi’s shoulder with his own. “I haven’t even gotten a chance to spoil you yet.” 

His sheepish expression lights up into a silly smile. How is his boyfriend so good at flirting?! The comment sounds like something out of a drama, but delivered in Sae’s calm, deadpan voice, it wrecks him twice as hard.

A small white remote is pushed into his hand. 

“Here. You pick which movie,” Sae says, leaning back into the pillows stacked against the wall. 

Flipping through the Netflix options, Isagi has no idea what kind of genres Sae might like. He skims through the classics first. 

“Harry Potter?” 

A strange frown crosses Sae’s face. “Absolutely not.” 

“Huh?” He grins. “Why? Everyone loves Harry Potter.” 

Sae sighs. “I just don’t like it. Next,” he says, leaving no room for argument. 

Five minutes of back-and-forth later, the opening sequence for Dune is playing, all sand dunes and sweeping orchestral tones. He settles into the bed with a little more excitement than Sae, pulling a soft throw blanket onto his lap. His hand reaches over and pulls it across Sae, too. 

It’s a great sci-fi movie, although Isagi keeps the fact that he’s already seen it to himself. Nothing wrong with re-watching the big-budget films, since you always see things you missed on the first go. 

He’s quickly wrapped up in the movie, explosions and giant sandworms immersing him in the film. A warm thigh presses into his own, a grounding comfort as he keeps his eyes glued to the screen. 

A weird feeling tugs at him. He glances over, expecting to see Sae absorbed in the film too, but instead finds him staring off listlessly toward the balcony window.

“Babe? Not enjoying the movie? I can put on something else—” 

Sae’s head snaps forward at his question. “No! No, it’s fine,” he says, almost startled. “Sorry.” 

“What are you apologizing for?” Isagi muses, lips tugging into a small frown. His tone is light but concerned. “I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.” 

The magenta-haired man seems to ease back into himself. “Ah… yeah. I’m just a little tired from class, I guess.” 

Isagi studies him in the blue glow of the TV, brows furrowed. Sae’s words are casual enough, but there’s a heaviness behind them.

His heart thumps in his chest but he knows it’s okay to touch. Just go for it. 

His hand reaches up and tucks a lock of magenta hair behind Sae’s ear. The other jolts slightly at the intimate touch, but he doesn’t pull away. Sure enough, there’s dark circles under Sae’s eyes. He’s been looking worse for wear ever since his trip to Spain. 

“Have you been sleeping okay?” He asks, voice full of concern. 

The older sighs. “I’m fine. Been putting in extra hours at the gym, that’s all.” 

That doesn’t surprise him. If anyone would spend additional time on their conditioning, it would be the ace of Blue Lock’s soccer department. He doesn’t want to complain since Sae would likely get defensive about it. It doesn’t take a genius to know that for Itoshi Sae, soccer comes above everything else. Even him. 

His thumb pauses the movie and Isagi looks at him directly now. God, his boyfriend is so gorgeous. Pale, flawless skin stretched over sharp cheekbones, eyes with that impossible shade of blue only the Itoshis seem to own—like shards of ice that could cut or soothe depending on the day. Up this close, Isagi can see the tiny flutter of Sae’s long lashes, the faint twitch of his brows as though caught between irritation and curiosity. 

Isagi takes pride in knowing that he’s the only one that gets to see Sae so close, and  sometimes—when Isagi’s lucky—open. Vulnerable. The past few weeks of jerking off alone in his dorm bathroom seem to cave in on him all at once and suddenly the only thing on his mind is how much he wants Sae again. Feeling the pads of his fingers grazing hard muscle, his palm full of magenta strands, the touch of those long, nimble fingers, pumping into him until he’s—fuck, he’s getting distracted.

No longer thinking with the right head, he grabs Sae’s shoulder and pushes him down into the mattress. The action is bold, maybe reckless, but it sends a thrill through him. A slow, wicked smile spreads on his face. 

“Extra hours at the gym? I don’t believe you,” Isagi says, voice playfully daring. Those teal eyes are wide open now, staring back at him with a mixture of surprise and hesitation. “Try and push me off. I dare you.” 

The challenge seems to bring a spark to Sae’s eyes. There you go. It’s the spark that Isagi is intimately familiar with chasing on the pitch—a challenge that Sae will always rise to meet. The senior’s pride as an athlete borders on sinful levels, making him easy to provoke. Normally Isagi wouldn’t taunt him like this but it feels right and a little fun, somehow. 

Isagi leans closer, smirk sharp. “C’mon. Show me. If all those extra hours did anything for you or if you were just goofing off in there.”

Sae’s face shifts in an instant—the faint detachment he usually wears melting into something sharper. A white-toothed smile spreads across his lips, the kind most people never get to see. “Well, well, look who’s feeling bold today,” his deep timbre says. His voice drops impossibly lower into that seductive octave that sends a tremor straight through Isagi’s chest. “You’re going to have to work harder than that to keep me pinned, Yoichi.” 

Isagi barely has a chance to register the warning before Sae moves. A sharp twist of lean muscle, a blur of pale skin beneath the low light, and suddenly the tables turn. In a heartbeat, Isagi is the one flat on the mattress, wrists trapped above his head. Sae looms over him, his weight pressing down just enough to remind him of the difference in their strength. He thrashes a bit, much to no avail. 

“Hey, no fair!” He complains. His grin betrays him, though—half frustration, half exhilaration. “You’re way stronger than I am.” 

A low and husky laugh emanates from Sae as he holds him down with effortless grace. “Oh, I’ll give you that,” he teases, his teal eyes sparkling with amusement. “But it’s not just about physical strength, baby. It’s about skill.” Sae leans down, his breath hot against Isagi’s ear as he whispers. His lips hover a moment longer, lingering just shy of touching skin. Then the faintest graze of Sae’s mouth against his jaw has Isagi’s breath hitching.

“And right now…” Sae’s smirk widens, satisfaction rolling off him in waves. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”

The sudden possessiveness makes Isagi fucking squirm . Sae’s lips curve into a sly smile before pressing into his neck and—oh fuck his erection is pressing into his thigh, too. A gasp escapes his lips at how fast things are moving and suddenly Isagi can’t decide if taunting Itoshi was a brilliant idea or a stupid one. Soft lips work quickly, trailing up his neck with open-mouthed wetness forcing happy little moans from his lips. Finally, they meet in the middle as their lips crash together in a kiss so passionate, it overwrites any doubts Isagi was having about Sae holding out on him. 

It feels so good being underneath Sae again and Isagi pushes his head up, working his lips to show Sae just how eager he is for this. Tongue pushes and glides against tongue as the kiss turns feverish. Sae groans low in his throat in response and the sound makes him harden even faster. He gasps again as Sae pulls his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling before letting it go with a pop sound.

All too soon, Isagi’s erection throbs uncomfortably, straining against the fabric of his jeans. God, why did he pick jeans today? He shifts about and whines, the pathetic little whimper drawing Sae’s eyes right where they need to go. 

“Fuck, Yoichi,” Sae says low, his voice strained. Warm hands roam under Isagi’s sweater, mapping every contour and curve. Those trailing fingers send him into a tailspin, his pulse racing and cock twitching. “I can see how badly you need this…” Sae trails, snaking his hand up higher and pinching one of his nipples. He gasps lightly at the pinch—it doesn’t hurt, but it’s certainly not something he’s used to. 

Isagi shifts his hips, desperate for some relief. “Yeah… I missed you the whole time you were gone,” he admits. 

Another kiss claims his lips and he groans lightly into it. Sae works his tongue inside until Isagi’s dizzy with the wet contact. He can tell that Sae is just as desperate as he is with the forceful way he’s being pressed into. It’s so good but fuck he can’t breath and he pushes on Sae’s chest lightly with a whiny moan. A trail of saliva connects their lips as Sae looks down at him with that unique expression he wears only when he’s incredibly aroused. Those teal eyes, normally half-lidded, droop even lower, dark and sultry. 

“Missed me, hm?” Sae chides. “Well, I’m here now. I’ll make you forget all about that lonely week.” 

A hand tugs at the hem of his sweater and Isagi lifts, eager to be rid of the stuffy garment. Warm hands resume their exploration, and Isagi eagerly arches into every touch with gasps and tiny noises that he can’t help but let out. His cock is throbbing in his jeans now but he’s too embarrassed to voice any complaint. 

Finally—finally , his button is worked free and he lifts his hips to allow Sae to undress him fully with one tug. He suddenly feels a little shy at being completely naked in front of his partner save for his socks, but that’s soon forgotten as lips press into the hollow of his neck and a warm hand wraps around his aching cock. 

“Ah—!” 

Gentle fingers knead his nipple but he can’t even focus on one sensation over the other as Sae plays with him. 

“I’ve got you,” Sae's voice says sweetly. The hand stroking him speeds up slightly, and Isagi already feels himself melting, although he’s not sure if it’s from the words or touch. Shivers of pleasure course through Isagi’s body as Sae lavishes attention on every inch of exposed skin. Lips trail down his chest, pausing to suckle at a pebbled nipple before moving lower, his breath hot against Isagi’s sensitive flesh. “You taste so good, Yoichi,” Sae coos before slipping his tongue into his navel. It’s so wet there, and—“I could spend hours exploring every part of you.” Fuck, he’s already getting close. 

The larger man’s weight shifts down, pushing his thighs apart. Still stuck on cloud nine, Isagi’s focus jolts forward when Sae’s lips brush against his weeping tip. 

“Wait, Sae, I’m not gonna—”

Wet warmth envelops his cock, lips closing around his shaft with an aggressive suckle. 

“Ahh!” Isagi cries out. Shit, he’s so close, but he doesn’t want to cum yet-

Sae hums around the cock in his mouth, overloading Isagi’s brain with stimulation. He pulls back slightly. “Don’t hold out on me, now. I can feel you trembling.” 

Isagi clutches the sheets underneath tightly in his fingers and snaps his eyes shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. A hot tongue laves and strokes the underside of his pulsing cock for just a moment before Sae’s mouth glides across his length once more. It’s such a good feeling, the slick tongue pressing against him as the hard suction forces desperate moans out of his mouth. Sae’s not even shy about taking him fully, and the lewd gurgles escaping from the normally-composed man’s throat seem so fucking dirty. 

That thought seems to plant in his brain and Isagi snaps his eyes open, glancing down to watch Sae taking his girth into his mouth, over and over. The sight of lips stretched taught around his cock sears into his memory, but the filthy grk grk grk sounds and saliva dribbling down his chin seem so unlike Sae, so ungraceful and obscene that he blows his load immediately. 

“ Oh God, Sae I’m—!” 

Even without warning, Sae’s throat swallows his spill readily, throat constricting rhythmically until Isagi is lost in post-nut haze. The larger man’s weight holds him in place, not releasing him until the last spasm has passed. His lips release with a wet pop and Sae wipes his drool on a sleeve with a satisfied hum.

“Mm, that was perfect, baby,” Sae praises, gently stroking Isagi’s spent length with his thumb. A comforting hand rests on Isagi’s hip as he lays back and catches his breath. They lay there like that for a long moment, as Sae doesn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry. 

Eventually, Isagi gives his boyfriend a gentle nudge. Sae glances up, seeming a little out of it after the pause in excitement. 

“Hey now, don’t go soft on me,” Isagi jokes. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of Sae’s lips and he reaches for the lube that's already sitting out on the nightstand. “Yeah, yeah.” As he pops the lid open, Isagi’s attentive gaze immediately catches the slight tremble in Sae’s nimble fingers. 

Is Sae feeling nervous? Isagi’s not sure why he would be. 

The bottle slips from Sae’s grasp, plopping onto the bed unceremoniously. Both men just stare in silence. Instead of immediately picking it up before it makes a mess, Sae has a strange, distant expression on his face. As if he’s suddenly lost all of his earlier spark. 

“Hey… are you okay?” Isagi asks gently. 

The question seems to snap Sae out of his haze and he hurriedly picks the bottle up, tilting it towards his palm. “Fuck, sorry.” His hand is trembling again, much more obvious this time. 

Isagi quickly sits up, grabbing that trembling wrist. Sae freezes mid-motion. 

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling up for it,” Isagi says, voice full of tender affection. He would be really disappointed after coming this far—but—well, Sae is more important than his needs right now. “Is something the matter? Talk to me, babe.” 

The magenta-haired man sinks on his knees into the bed slightly, his shoulders loosening. His hands lower, the task at hand momentarily forgotten. 

A hard crease draws over one of Sae’s magenta brows. “I… uh… “ 

Isagi nestles closer, sensing that something is definitely wrong. The elder Itoshi is never at a loss for words. He reaches forward, grabbing the lube out of Sae’s hand and setting it aside. 

“Please, talk to me, Sae. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Isagi says. His hand creeps into his boyfriend’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I won’t judge you. You know that.” 

A long moment passes as the other seems to process his thoughts. Isagi stays quiet, giving him the space to think. Finally, the crease in his brow relaxes. 

Teal eyes flicker about the room nervously, never quite landing on him. “Uh… Shidou… texted me again today.”

The comforting hand slips out of Sae’s as surprise and protective instincts flare angrily inside him. “What?! What did he say?” He says with an edge of hostility. 

The tone makes Sae shrink back like a kicked puppy. He forces air into his lungs, steadying his voice, and reaches for Sae’s hand again. “Sorry,” he mutters quickly, softer this time. “What did he say?”

“Just more annoying texts and photos,” Sae says quietly. 

“I thought I blocked him?” Isagi questions. 

Teal eyes dart around nervously again, long lashes blinking rapidly. “He… made me unblock him. Threatened to hurt me again if I didn’t,” Sae responds. 

“That arrogant fucking prick,” Isagi seethes, folding his knees into his chest and gnawing on the nail of his thumb. “We need to do something about him. Ego wasn’t any help at all.” 

But what could they possibly do? They already tried to report him. All that accomplished was getting laughed out the door by that narcissistic superintendent. God, what was his fucking deal, anyway? The creepy guy somehow looks like a mannequin and serial killer at the same time. On second thought, his face looks like a default Mii but with all the sliders dragged to ‘depression.’ 

Isagi rakes his fingers through his blue hair, voice rising in a mutter. “What kind of stupid fucking name is Ego, anyway? Actually, no—that name suits him perfectly. Man came out of the womb, and his mom looked at that scrawny, dead-eyed gremlin and said ‘Yeah… Ego sounds about right.’ Like she knew he’d grow up to be the most insufferable piece of—”

“Hey,” Sae cuts in sharply, teal eyes narrowing. “Are you done?” Isagi stops rocking on the bed and muttering to himself, broken out of his trance. 

“Sorry, I—,” Isagi coughs, pulling himself back together. “I just fucking hate that guy. Ego, too, they’re both asswipes.” 

A small laugh escapes Sae and Isagi tilts his head up at the unexpected sound. 

“That’s pretty colorful language, Yoichi.” 

Isagi smiles back widely. “If you hand me your phone, I can text lots of colorful things to our friend Shidou.” 

Sae’s faint smile vanishes. “Definitely not.” 

Isagi shrugs. “Sorry to hear that he’s still bothering you, though.” He shivers suddenly, sitting on top of the bed and still naked. Sae gives him a hollow smile and pulls the comforter free from a corner so they can both climb inside. 

Isagi wastes no time pulling him in close, his arms winding firmly around Sae’s lean frame. Sae sighs in his embrace, nuzzling his head into the crook of Isagi’s neck. Inhaling softly, he picks up the scent of Sae’s shampoo and a hint of cologne—a complex and uniquely masculine scent. As their legs tangle together, Isagi can feel the other’s hardness still present through his sweatpants. 

“Sae, are you…?” 

Radio silence. 

Isagi sighs. His hand drifts upward, fingers weaving gently through magenta locks, combing through them in soothing strokes. The silky strands slip between his fingers like water. Sae seems so fragile right now, his willpower completely shattered from a few text messages. It’s deeply unsettling to Isagi, seeing Sae so broken like this. 

A thought blooms in the back of his mind. 

It’s been there for over a week now, persistent and invasive, growing roots in the quiet hours when he can’t stop replaying their moments together. His throat feels tight, courage caught somewhere between his chest and mouth.

Sae shifts once in his arms, clearly struggling to settle down.

Steeling his nerves, Isagi speaks with the gentlest voice he can manage. “Can I take care of you?” 

Sae pulls back slightly, just enough for their eyes to meet. God, he looks so tired right now. “What do you mean?” 

“Do you… always top?” Isagi says, the implication hanging in the air.

For a split second, Sae’s eyes widen, surprise flashing in teal before he reins it back under control. His face smooths out, his voice neutral. “…No.”

It’s the answer Isagi was dying to hear and he has to stop himself from grinning like a little kid when he hears it. His hands wrap around Sae’s trim waist over his shirt and he pulls him back in flush against his chest. His lips brush close to Sae’s ear, his whisper tender, reverent. “Would you let me?” 

The soft question has an impressive effect as a shiver travels down Sae’s body, barely felt under Isagi’s fingers but not going unnoticed. His hand slips under Sae’s shirt and he traces lazy patterns on his back, waiting patiently for his answer.

A moment passes before Sae just gives him a short nod. 

Isagi can’t help but smile this time as he clasps Sae’s chin gently between his fingers and presses a firm kiss to his forehead. His heart hammers with nerves, adrenaline flooding his veins, but excitement rises stronger, like fire crackling in his chest. 

He’s going to be so good for Sae. This is what he needs right now. 

“It’s my turn to take care of you,” Isagi says, voice thick with devotion. His lips press into Sae’s cheek before pulling back and gazing at him. Teal eyes gaze back expectantly. 

Their lips meet in a soft kiss. It’s kind and warm and unhurried. He can feel Sae’s trust in him even without words. After playing soccer with the upperclassman for so long, it still makes his head spin knowing that his role model is right here, tangled up in his arms and hanging off his lips. The thought of taking him in the most intimate way fills him with an immense amount of pride. 

Sae deepens the kiss first and Isagi soon follows, resting his hand on Sae’s cheek. Jaws part as their tongues press together and another surge of arousal courses through him as Sae accepts his prying tongue without issue. He presses in, exploring Sae’s mouth and already drunk on his flavor. 

Without breaking apart, Isagi reaches down and strokes Sae through his sweatpants. He’s probably aching by this point as evidenced by the way he pulls back and rips his pants off himself. Nothing needs to be said as their lips meet again and Isagi strokes him directly. The cock in his hand is burning up and Sae groans, low and deep as he gives him long pulls, stretching the foreskin and being careful with the tip. 

What kind of noises will he make when Isagi is buried inside him? His imagination is racing faster than the blood shooting down to his own cock. 

Sae clutches onto his shoulders as Isagi strokes him with long, measured drags of his wrist. “Nn… Yoichi, I need you inside me.” Sae says quietly. 

It’s the first thing Sae has said in a while and it sends an arrow right through Isagi’s heart. Coming right up. Yes, I can do that. Anything. Everything. Roger. 

He shifts on top and is pleasantly surprised as Sae just kind of falls open for him. Isagi knows how vulnerable it feels to spread your legs for someone and seeing Sae with his thighs parted for him is a new and very erotic image. He reaches for the lube and spreads the cool slimy liquid into his fingers, dabbling it around and trying to not let it drip. The magenta-haired man is watching him with a quiet patience, his expression unreadable. 

Spreading Sae further apart with his knees, he brings his trembling fingers to Sae’s rim. It’s smooth and hairless, making him briefly question his own hygiene practices. Pushing the thought aside, he glances up at Sae for permission to continue. 

Teal eyes close and Sae just gives him the slightest nod. 

His finger circles the rim a few times and he slips the tip of his finger inside. Knowing firsthand to take this part slow, he recalls the memory of Sae prepping him (which he’s done many, many times) as he slowly works his finger inside. 

“Ack… more lube, Yoichi.” 

“Oh!” Isagi quickly pulls his finger free, already reaching for the bottle. “Sorry.” He applies more this time and goes back to work. His finger slips inside once again and he watches Sae’s face intently for any pain. The elder Itoshi is just wearing the same indifferent look he always does, as if he doesn’t have an actual finger up his ass right now. The finger slips in fully without too much effort, and Isagi wriggles it around, curious at the warm pressing sensation. 

The walls suddenly clench down on his finger and he gasps. 

Sae actually has the balls to snort a laugh at him. 

“Hey! I thought you weren’t supposed to clench down during this,” Isagi challenges with a playful pout. 

“I’m not some delicate flower, Yoichi. You won’t hurt me.” He finishes his thought with another clench and ohhh so that’s what that feels like. 

Isagi rolls his eyes but he’s glad to see Sae’s in a better mood than before. 

A second finger is slowly worked inside and Isagi is somewhat impressed with how easily Sae takes it. Both inserted to the hilt of his hand, he experimentally scissors his fingers inside Sae earning a quiet satisfied hum. Pulling his hand back, he slowly pumps the two digits inside, watching for any real signs of pleasure. 

Magenta eyebrows twitch occasionally and soft growls and hums escape the elder Itoshi. Following his memory, he starts curling his fingers, searching. Sae is patient with him during this stage. 

It’s surprisingly closer to the rim than he expects but he feels it—it’s hard to tell with the thick wall of flesh covering it but it’s certainly a small, round something. 

“Nyahh!” Sae squeaks out. Isagi’s eyes widen. That was not the sound he was expecting. 

His surprise is reflected in Sae when his face turns an adorable shade of embarrassment and he clenches his teeth, glancing away. Isagi grins. 

The soft pad of his finger starts dragging along that spot as he fingers Sae. It’s creating a much better reaction and Isagi watches enraptured as the perfect, pristine man he’s grown to idolize begins to unravel. His fingers dig in a little harder and deep, pleased moans tumble from Sae’s lips. 

Holy fuck, that’s so hot. 

He keeps going, searing this memory into his brain for later use. Picking up speed, he finger-fucks Sae with an easy glide. 

“Ahhh….nnnn…..”

Those teal eyes are planted on the ceiling now, but Isagi can’t stop staring at how blissed out he looks right now. 

“Mm—m ”

Was that a whimper? His fingers are pumping into Sae, curling slightly each time. A hand suddenly clutches his arm with surprising strength, nails digging painfully into his forearm. He stops immediately. 

“You’re doing good but…. Ahh… don’t tease me anymore. I need you.” 

He carefully extracts his fingers, more than happy to oblige. Smearing lube onto his palm, he briefly warms it before rubbing himself down. He gets into position, feeling nervous again all of a sudden. It’s almost like standing on the pitch at the beginning of a game when you’re the first one kicking off and all eyes of the stadium are staring right at you. 

It’s both nerve-wracking and thrilling, and Isagi can’t get enough of it. 

Intense blue eyes watch as Sae’s rim opens up slowly around the crown of his cock as he pushes in. He goes slow, but once he’s broken through, his hips shudder at the—holy fuck, it’s so tight. Sae groans lightly and he keeps going until he’s fully seated in that warm, slippery channel.

His eyes slip shut for a moment as he catalogs the different sensations—the warmth of Sae’s muscled thighs pressing against his own, the pulsing of blood in his ears, and most importantly, the perfectly snug grip around his twitching cock. 

He pulls back slowly and inhales sharply in surprise when Sae contracts around just the head, dragging him back in. He leans forward and boxes Sae in with his arms, beginning a gentle rhythm. 

Even with the slowness, fuck it feels good. The pleasure ignites a fire that spreads through his veins like liquid desire. Hearing the soft moaning beneath him fills him with pride too, to know that he’s making Sae feel good. Legs wrap around his waist pulling him in deeper, and it feels so intimate and right. 

“ Ngh….ahh…. go harder, baby,” Sae pleads. 

Leaning back up and planting his hands on Sae’s spread thighs, Isagi complies immediately, snapping in faster. Pleased groans tumble out from Sae, urging him on. The sound of slapping skin fills the dorm as they make love, Isagi chasing both of their pleasures. 

It’s good, so good . He angles himself a little higher to brush Sae’s sweet spot as he keeps an even, steady pace. A pale hand wraps around Sae’s cock as he smears the precum over the head and starts stroking himself in time with Isagi’s thrusts. The sight is so erotic and he drives in harder—

“Fuck, babe, I’m not gonna last—” Isagi’s voice cries out, strained with pleasure. 

His hips start shuddering, the pleasure quickly overwhelming him. Warm walls are clenching down so hard and he can just feel it. The desire to cum inside, to paint Sae in his colors forever. Every one of his muscles tightens in anticipation. One final deep stroke and he explodes, stars dancing across his vision. 

It’s overwhelming and violent, and Isagi’s hands scrabble for purchase on Sae’s thighs as his own legs shudder with the force of his release. Sae’s warmth milks him dry, the pulsing channel drawing out every last bit of him. 

A long moment passes before he slowly unsheathes himself, panting. Looking down, he freezes. 

Sae… looks like he’s about to cry. 

“Fuck! Babe, I’m sorry!! It just felt so good that I…“ Isagi scrambles to explain himself. Sae’s just laying numbly underneath him, leaking his cum and still without a single orgasm tonight.  

“No,” Sae interrupts, breathing sharply through his nose. He glances pointedly at the ceiling like he’s trying to hold back tears. “It was your first time. It’s not a big deal.” Despite the reassurance, he chokes on the last two words. 

“What? Yes, clearly it is!” Yoichi argues. He’s so confused—why is Sae reacting like this? He was clearly enjoying himself earlier… was he just acting? The obvious pain in those teal eyes makes his chest constrict. “Let me suck you off,” he says firmly. 

Sae blinks at him, a look of irritation clouding the despair. “What? No.” 

“No??” 

“I dont…” he sniffs. “I don’t want that right now.” 

Okay, now he’s getting pissed. Why is Sae acting like this? “Let me do it. You got off on my mouth last time, I know I can—”

“—no, Isagi, I know that, I just—”

“—then what the hell do you mean, why aren’t you—?”

“—I don’t fucking know, okay?! Why aren’t you—”

“—me?! How is this my fault, you’re the one—”

“—one job you fucking idiot!! Stop yelling at me!”

His post-coital bliss drains like blood from a wound as their back-and-forth volume increases and snowballs into a full-fledged screaming match. 

And just like that, his clothing is balled up and shoved into his chest. Arms push him until he’s stumbling out into the dorm hallway, naked as the day he was born. 

“Sae, wait—!”

Keys and wallet are thrown at him and the door slams in his face. 

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Itoshi Sae lays in his bed, feeling completely boneless. 

The blinds are parted, allowing the full moon’s light to cast across the dark room. Complete numbness has spread through his body from hours of rotting in bed. It’s a cold light, almost surgical, washing the space in silver and shadow. His mind is hollow and fragmented. 

God, he is so fucked in the head. Isagi doesn’t deserve to be treated like this; he knows that. He’ll have to apologize later. The scene replays in his head in a punishing loop—the desperate relief of having sex with his boyfriend after so many weeks without. Lips on skin, gentle promises whispered into his ear. 

It felt good. Of course it did. The heat, the closeness, the sound of Isagi’s voice murmuring against his skin—it should’ve been enough to keep him grounded. But somewhere in the middle of it, the guilt hit him—thick, suffocating, and all-consuming. His thoughts scrambled, his body locked, and he just… froze.

A good thirty minutes passes as Sae tries to formulate an apology in his head. He stares at the ceiling, trying to piece together something that doesn’t sound hollow. Nothing seems to make sense, though. His behavior was irrational. 

It’s all the blond devil’s fault. 

Exactly. It’s not his. His body… has been changed, somehow. Even he can see that. It isn’t just a matter of skill or stamina—it’s the way Shidou handles him. The way those rough, calloused hands grip and shove, the way that muscle-bound frame moves him like he’s weightless. Sae’s gentle, careful lover could never—would never—manhandle him the way Shidou does, and the cruelest part of it is that his body notices.

Shidou Ryusei is a devil in disguise. What started as a fucked-up situation spiraled into an avalanche and he’s been buried under it ever since. It should be so easy to discard Shidou given their violent sexual encounters. Wipe him clean from memory and be done with it. Shidou has hurt him, degraded him, and twisted him into something unrecognizable.

But the devil has calloused fingers that undo, pink eyes that devour, and a cock that splits his brain into two.

And he can go for hours. 

That doesn’t matter. Sae is fine topping. He can put this whole mess behind him and forget they ever tried switching. But—fuck—he doesn’t want to hurt his boyfriend’s pride. Yoichi is too fucking precious for him to go and ruin their relationship over something as small and stupid as one bad night.

Isagi loves him and he doesn’t take those feelings lightly. 

He takes slight comfort in mulling the thought of Isagi over in his head, his eyes slipping closed  in the dim room. The way his eyes are always full of mirth, the way his body twists with ease chasing after victory on the pitch, the glimpse of an olive wrist revealed when a sweater sleeve falls back. The ease in which he said ‘I love you’ first, and how much Sae loves him for it, too. 

His frame is smaller than most players in their department—a fact that would’ve crushed someone else long ago—but Isagi just digs in harder, making up for what he lacks with stubborn willpower and sharp instincts. A medium build, not overly muscular, but honed in all the right places. Sae’s fingers twitch faintly at the thought of touching him. Running his hands up and down his sides, soft fingertips eliciting tremors, whimpers, and gasps. The way his sweat would pool in his collarbones as he—

No—stop thinking about that. Focus on formulating an apology first. 

He shifts about uncomfortably, sweating through his sheets. The thin blanket has long since been kicked down to his ankles, bunched in a lazy heap that does nothing to cover the pale expanse of his legs. He’s spread out, long limbs slack, staring at the ceiling as if it might have answers. Moonlight streams through the narrow parting in the blinds, silvering his skin and catching on the sheen of sweat resting along his angular hipbones.

The lock clicks. 

The sound is soft, mechanical—yet it carves through the quiet like a blade. The light of the hallway pools into the small dorm and is quickly stubbed out with the shirring of the short-pile carpet and clack of the door sliding shut. 

Sae just stares at the ceiling, unmoving. Sweat beads his brow. 

Some shuffling is heard. Shoes kicked off. Keys set aside. 

He doesn’t glance over. Doesn’t need to. 

The silence is deafeningly loud as the moonlight filtering into the room is broken by a looming shadow. 

“What do you want, Shidou.” 

A short silence.

“Isn’t it obvious?” A familiar voice responds, just as neutral.

Sae keeps his gaze trained on the ceiling. Despite his best efforts, it drifts over. The moonlight bathes Shidou in its eerie glow. The senior has his hands in his pockets, looking down at him with a blank, unreadable expression. Those cat-like pink eyes seem to glow in the light, glowering right back down at him.

They stare at each other for a long moment. His gaze drifts over and he sees a leather jacket tossed over the side of his office desk chair. 

“How did you get in here?” His voice comes out. It’s a simple question, but his voice sounds weary. 

The blonde devil keeps his hands in pockets, sighing as he looks down at him laying on the bed. “Made a copy of your dorm keycard and key.” 

Sae’s eyes trail back to the ceiling. Of course. Shidou being expelled from the dorms doesn’t mean jack shit. 

Another silence stretches out. Sae has no plans to entertain his unwanted guest. 

“Isagi here earlier?” Shidou’s voice rings out in the quiet. 

Sae shifts about in his bedsheets. He’s no stranger to being naked in front of Shidou, but he feels small and feeble right now. 

“Yes,” he says softly. 

There’s no snarky response. Just another soft silence. The grounding scent of sage and citrus still permeates, despite Sae having blown the candle out over an hour ago. It doesn’t do much to snuff out the scent of sex still lingering in the air.

A finger presses into his cheek, and traces down his jawline. The pad of that finger drags slowly from jawline to throat, tracing a path that makes Sae’s skin tighten in spite of his daze. He’s still, unable to respond. 

“Sae?” Shidou’s voice rings out softly. No pet name. No feminine mockery. 

He swallows thickly before meeting Shidou’s soft gaze. 

There’s no conversation. No more questions asked. Shidou disrobes and slips into the bed beside him, a warm, large hand enveloping his hip. 

Nothing seems to go through Sae’s brain at this moment. This is the natural progression of things. Compartmentalize. 

How many times has he told himself this would be the last time? How many lines has he redrawn just to watch them blur again? For now, he can separate these feelings. In the morning, he will face what it means, the tangled web of hurt he's creating. But tonight, he allows himself this illusion, even if only briefly.

Fingers dig in and he sucks in a breath through his nose. 

He snaps. 

This. This is what he needs. 

His hand reaches over and he finds a thick arm, clutching it desperately in signal. Sae doesn’t say a word—he never does when it’s like this. But when he turns to face Shidou in the dim light, his teal eyes speak volumes. There’s no sharpness, no pride, just a naked kind of desperation bleeding through the glassy sheen of his gaze. They lock eyes for a long, loaded second, and that’s all it takes—no begging, no explanation. 

Hot breath permeates the air between them. Shidou shuffles back suddenly, and the sound of a drawer opening and slamming shut is heard. That’s right. He already knows where it is. 

A firm grip grabs his shoulders and shoves him onto his side. It all happens too quickly, and at the same time, not fast enough. A familiar warmth probes between his cheeks, and he reaches around to spread himself. 

And then—white. Everything goes white as Sae is slowly filled, fully stretched out in a way that makes his body still with familiar euphoria. Hips press against his ass and they both exhale in unison. A warm hand curls around his knees, curling him in and pulling him flush against himself. Shidou’s broad chest nestles against his back, and a large hand wraps under neck, tilting his entire head up. Despite his size, he feels so small, nestled within Shidou’s embrace. 

Their lips don’t meet. Instead, his late-night visitor simply looks down at him at the angle, breath hot against his face. 

“Shhh—I’ve gotcha, babe.” 

Pink eyes stare right back down into his own, sincere and sobering.

The warm hand stays clasped under his jaw as Shidou slowly pulls out and presses in.  

“Hmm—” a desperate whimper escapes Sae. 

Shidou pushes into him slowly at first, building the momentum steadily. It’s a good, steady burn. He was already stretched out from earlier but—fuck—Shidou stretches him more. 

Everything goes blank. Don’t think, just feel. 

His moans grow louder, more wanton, as Shidou begins to move. His powerful hips drive forward to bury himself deeper inside Sae’s clutching heat. His body is a living, breathing thing, responding to every thrust, every withdrawal, his walls rippling and flexing around Shidou’s invading length. 

“Oh…god,” Sae gasps. “Harder, please, fuck me harder.” His hands scrabble at the sheets beneath as he’s taken, lost in the haze of pleasure that Shidou’s dominant touch brings out of him. 

The other shifts forward at his command, angling deeper and thrusting, his balls slapping with each press. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He presses a wet tongue to his temple, tasting him. “Tell me you feel as good as I do.”

Teal eyes roll back as Shidou’s thrusts grow more forceful, his body submitting eagerly and completely. The heat is already building inside him, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful stroke of Shidou’s sliding cock. “Y-yes… shit…” His voice trails off into moans and whimpers as his orgasm builds at the base of his spine, his entire being focused on the feeling of Shidou’s cock pistoning in and out of him. 

Normally the larger man would shift positions by this point but he only pulls on Sae’s neck harder, breathing into his space like an animal. The grip on his shins tightens as Shidou works him at a desperate pace. Sae cries out, the pain of the bruising grip weaving with pleasure. The man behind pounds into him with a frenzied intensity. His body tenses, coiling, as the orgasm he so vehemently needs builds and builds.

“Come on, cum for me, come on Sae—” Harsh hurried whispers are pressed into his ear as Shidou's stubble presses against his cheek. The thrusts turn messier and drooping eyelids cover his rolling eyes as Shidou keeps rutting into him without letup. 

With each explosion of touch, heat spreads outwards in waves. Every sound and thought is pushed to the edge until there’s nothing but the rhythm moving inside him—faster, faster—and it crashes over him. A blinding, weightless rush floods through his body, pulsing in sharp, rhythmic bursts. 

“AHHH… Shidou!!” he screams, his voice echoing off the walls as his release explodes through him, his walls clenching and rippling around Shidou’s length. Completely untouched, his pulsing cock spurts liquid warmth all over his stomach. His muscles come to life, limbs splaying out as he tries to unpretzel himself, but Shidou just forces him back in. It’s a nasty, desperate affair; he’s completely reduced to a writhing mess in those huge arms that tightly clutch him. Air sucks through his teeth as Shidou’s length slows and presses in just right, prolonging his forced pleasure. 

The momentum falls off when Shidou pulls out suddenly. Despite his blissed-out state, his head turns as he hears Shidou jerking himself off roughly. The larger man is on his knees, hunched over his prone body and stroking himself furiously. 

“Sae… fuck…“ Shidou gasps out. Fresh urgency swells within Sae and he flips over, bringing his face up and opening his mouth. Tongue outstretched in the soft glow of the moonlight, he gazes up with listless, waiting teal eyes. 

The first hot spurt of Shidou’s release hits his tongue before it paints his face and lashes. “Mmm… yes… give it to me, Shidou,” he murmurs, completely cockdrunk. As soon as the man is spent, his lips wrap around the cock in front of his face and he relishes the deep, primal groan that rumbles from the other as he disposes of every single drop. 

Shidou sits on his knees for a moment on the bed, panting. Moonlight wraps around both of their sweating, heaving forms. A finger reaches out and teases a drop of cum from his lash, smearing it onto his cheek. 

“Mm, fuck, baby you look so beautiful like this. You spoil me,” he says softly. There’s no teasing in his voice, only a softness in the glow of the night. 

Altogether too soon, Shidou pulls away. A jingle sounds in the dim room as the other pulls his jeans and belt back on. Sae’s eyes widen, a panicked gleam flashing though them as he realizes Shidou is preparing to leave. He scrambles up, his body still trembling with aftershocks as he reaches for the taller man, his fingers digging into Shidou’s arm. 

“Wait, Shidou... don’t go yet.” He looks up pleadingly, his voice low and desperate. “I need you… please, stay with me a little longer.” 

The other stills, glancing over in the darkness of the room. His expression is hard to read, lips neither smiling nor frowning. A beat passes until his lips twitch into a casual smile. 

“Ah, haven’t had enough, hm?” He murmurs. He works his clothing back off and nestles into the bed, folding into Sae like a lover might. “Give me just a minute,” he says with a contented sigh. 

Sae breaks away from the embrace to quickly clean himself off. It’s too hot to be cuddling so the magenta-haired man folds himself into Shidou’s lap like an obedient little thing, waiting patiently. A cloud shifts, illuminating Shidou’s form propped against the headboard—broad shoulders, the strong curve of his back, the faint hardness of muscle that still beats with adrenaline. The soft white glow highlights every ridge and plane of the larger man’s physique, and Sae feels the sudden urge to explore the expanse of skin and sinew before him. Instead, he contents himself with nuzzling into Shidou’s lap, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat that cling to their combined skin. 

Slow breath in, then exhale. The man before him smells sharp, dry, and distinctly alive. There’s the faintest scent of exhaust, and he finds it altogether masculine. It suddenly clicks that Shidou probably rode his bike here, although the make and model still elude him. The picture materializes suddenly in his head—hot steel, darting through roads lit only with blinking streetlamps for one purpose. To see him. 

No more a slave to his desires than the other, he creeps up and presses his lips into the hard muscle where groin meets abdomen. Wet lips trace up, dancing between presses and slips of tongue. He climbs higher, fingers and mouth tracing the contours of abs and obliques. There’s just the lightest response, a shivering of flesh beneath his warm mouth. Then, a subtle tensing and flexing of muscle. 

Fingers thread through his hair, not yanking, but curling possessively. Every slow pass of Sae’s mouth makes Shidou let out a shuddering breath.

“God, you’re divine,” the blonde murmurs. 

He glances up to see those pink cat-eyes watching him with a simple, dazed expression. Once their eyes have met, it's suddenly a game of who can tear away first. Sae continues working soft kisses into Shidou and tracing featherlight touches from v-line to hips to ass. He opens his maw and sucks the tan flesh inside, biting down hard. It wipes that lack of expression right off the other’s face as Shidou hisses, his hips bucking slightly. 

“Shit, lashes, that fucking hurt.” 

“Shut up, you know you love it,” Sae retorts. A soft tongue darts out and soothes the reddened flesh, gently tracing the teeth divots with the tip. The soft cock underneath his chest twitches against his skin and he smirks at the response. 

His hand snakes down and he palms Shidou’s dick, still sticky from earlier. A soft groan is heard as he works Shidou back up with long, sweeping motions. It’s probably too soon for round two but fuck if it isn’t fun teasing the blonde devil like this. His wrist tugs on Shidou in an unhurried fashion, patient as he lays at his side. 

The moment suddenly feels so leisurely in a good way. Shidou just lays back as Sae palms his soft state, and it’s the sort of casual intimacy that takes a long time to build. No expectations—there’s a foundation of trust here that they know how to handle each other. There’s a time for urgency, and another for slowness.   

Tan thighs squirm a bit as Shidou starts hardening in his grip. Sae presses his lips into  sweat-damp skin again and he tightens his hold. Glancing up, Shidou’s brows are starting to furrow and his eyes are snapped shut in concentration. 

Feeling bold, Sae shifts upwards to test new waters. The shift in position causes a liquid warmth to trickle down his thigh, which he ignores. He folds one of Shidou’s dark nipples in between his thumb and forefinger with his free hand and Shidou’s eyes fly open. 

“What… ngh… are you doing?” 

Sae’s left hand lets go of Shidou’s cock, switching to palming the sticky head into his abdomen and rubbing in downward circles. His other hand works the pert bud, pinching and rolling softly. 

“Does it feel good?” 

Shidou’s eyes flutter as he thinks. “Ehh… not really.” 

Removing his fingers, he clasps his lips around Shidou’s teased nipple before the other can protest. His wet tongue presses into it, flicking it lightly. 

Shidou makes a weird noise and shivers before pushing him off. “Stop that, it tickles.” 

Sae frowns, removing his hand from Shidou’s cock entirely. Guess the blond devil isn’t into everything, one might suppose. He contents himself with opening his jaw and suckling another bite right on Shidou’s juicy tan pec. The man beneath him gasps but he’s not pushed away this time. 

“Nn… why’d ya stop.” Shidou complains. 

Sae’s long fingers resume their work, stroking Shidou as he watches his stupid face for every little reaction. He unintentionally bites his lower lip and the blonde devil must notice because an arm suddenly wraps around his waist, dragging him into the other’s lap. 

Shidou’s lips are on his for the first time tonight, and Sae returns the kiss with equal passion. The pulsing cock in his grip is once again forgotten as Shidou shoves his tongue into his mouth. Sae presses back, and their necks bob back and forth as they wrestle for dominance. It’s messy and hungry, and oh god is Sae hungry. 

In an attempt to throw off the blonde his hand wraps around Shidou’s base and he grips it hard. Shidou gasps and his eyes widen at the surely painful grip and Sae happily plunges his tongue inside, playfully grazing against teeth. 

A hand roughly grabs his ass and Sae grinds his hardening cock into Shidou’s abdomen that’s littered with his red and purple marks. The friction is just good enough for him to moan into the blonde’s open mouth. 

Possessive hands knead his ass for just a moment as Sae straddled Shidou, their lips still locked together. He shifts backwards and his cum-slickened taint slides across the hard cock at his backside. A smack resounds in the room as Shidou’s palm connects with his cheek. 

“Alright, babycakes,” Shidou says with a silly grin. “You’re driving.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice and reaches under, positioning Shidou’s throbbing member at his entrance. With a desperate moan, he sinks down. It stretches him good and fills him completely. Knees press into the bed and his feet curl over Shidou's thighs, locking him in place as his hips move on their own.

“Mmm…fuck, babe,” Shidou says, his mouth falling open in pleasure as he leans back and enjoys the show. “Just like that. Show me how bad you want it.” Fingers grip hard into his hips, eagerly moving him along. He can move just fine on his own but Shidou’s hands force his pace faster, encouraging him to take his pleasure deeper and harder. 

“Yes… Shidou… oh, god, yes…” 

Wanton moans tumble out of him, completely unashamed. Fingers grip onto Shidou’s shoulders to steady himself as he rides his cock, dripping with want and need. He shifts up and down, then settles on the base for a moment, rotating and grinding. 

“Mm, fuck yes. Work those hips, baby,” Shidou groans out. His eyes are glued to him, eating him up like he’s a man starving. 

He eagerly complies, bouncing on Shidou’s stiff cock faster. Moans and grunts fill the space of the small dorm before Shidou suddenly shifts downwards. Sae has played this game with the blonde devil enough times now and he stills his movements and unhooks his ankles so that Shidou can take over. That girthy length starts pistoning up into him, short, fast thrusts that make his head spin and his cock weep. 

“Ahhhh… oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants incoherently.  

The sudden intensity pushes him right back up to the edge again. His cock bounces with each thrust as he’s fucked stupid. 

“Off the bed,” Shidou barks suddenly. “Hands on the wall.” 

He scrambles to comply, legs a bit shaky as he hops off and skirts about. Part of him wants to complain at their pace being interrupted but he knows how much the blonde devil likes changing positions. Finding the nearest wall he presses into it, arching his back and presenting his ass invitingly. 

“Here, here, demon,” his deep timbre rumbles playfully. He wriggles his ass a bit, just to fuck with him. “Give it to me. Fucking take me.” 

A yelp of surprise escapes his throat as he’s speared again, even though he knows it's coming. Shockwaves of pleasure pulse through him as he’s filled to the brink. He’s panting, his hips bucking back to meet each punishing thrust. Fingernails scrabble against the wall but there’s a firm grip on his hips so he lets himself sag a bit as he surrenders to the utter domination. 

“Come on, slut, stand up straight,” Shidou’s voice teases from behind. 

“Nghh… can’t.” 

“Fucking hell.” 

He’s suddenly empty and whimpers at the loss of fullness. The room spins as he’s flipped around, hands fishing under his thighs and spreading him. “AH!” He yelps as his weight shifts backwards, but Shidou reaches under and catches him, hoisting him up. Legs instinctively wrap around Shidou’s trim tan waistline and fingers clutch shoulders. Sae shudders in irritation at the sudden movement. 

“Warn me next time, dipshit,” Sae grits out. 

The blonde devil laughs, his signature catty grin on full display. “Nahhh…”

The weight shifts and Sae can feel Shidou’s erection pressing against his rim again. Strong arms and biceps keep him suspended mid-air, seemingly without much effort. “Arms around my neck, babe,” Shidou murmurs. 

His cry of pleasure fills the room as Shidou begins to move inside him once more. Muscles strain against his thighs as he’s shifted up and down on the throbbing cock like a fucktoy. With each descent, Sae feels it stretching him, filling him to the hilt, and he can’t help but moan in ecstacy. 

“Yes… fuck… ngh…” He gasps, his head falling forward onto Shidou’s shoulder as he surrenders to the relentless pounding. The familiar feeling starts coiling in his belly, and he quickly brings a hand to his own throbbing erection to chase it faster. 

“Close already?” Shidou husks between grunts of exertion. “Good boy. Get off on my cock, you fucking slut.” 

The degradation doesn’t even bother him in the slightest anymore. Classic Shidou. 

In fact, it's the best way to feed into the blonde devil’s twisted fantasies. Anything to make him fuck him harder. 

“Ngh… harder, fuckface,” he gasps out. “Shove that fat cock in me like you mean it. I’m—ahhh—gonna cum so hard.”

“Fuck, yes, fuck—anything for you Sae-chan,” Shidou grunts as the cock pistoning into Sae absolutely sabotages him. “Gonna fill you up till you're—ngh—dripping with my cum again.” 

Sae lets go of his erection and folds in, pressing his body flush to Shidou as his hips are shifted up and down and legs struggle to stay wrapped. It’s just enough, his over-sensitive cock rubbing roughly between their stomachs.  Everything builds to a fever pitch, Sae’s body coiled tight as a spring and ready to snap. The pressure winds tighter and tighter around his ribs until there’s a split-second of freefall. 

Teeth suddenly clamp down on his shoulder and Sae’s world shatters as the raw orgasm violently wrecks his body. “Ahh… fuck… Shidou!” He cries out, his voice strained and hoarse as his hot cum paints their chests. The teeth biting into his shoulder fucking hurts but he just groans in pleasure, riding out the waves of ecstasy. 

A line of spit draws up as Shidou detaches his teeth. The cold wall presses into Sae’s back and Shidou resumes a hard pace, fucking him without any restraint despite his recent release. After another minute of being fucked into a wall, his head lolling about mindlessly, Shidou groans and spills deep inside him, hot warmth flooding his insides. 

A long moment passes as they pant. Sae’s legs are still wrapped around Shidou’s waist as he pulls him off the wall and carefully walks them to the bed. Their bodies detach and Shidou gently lays him on the destroyed bed. Pink eyes never break from his own, narrowed with a mixture of satisfaction and some other unnamed feeling.

The magenta-haired man closes his eyes for a brief respite. 

Soft lips press into his own. 

It’s oddly gentle but he leans into it, his own lips parting to accept the slow, languid kiss. He can taste the salt of Shidou’s sweat on his tongue and feel the residual tremor in his lips. Warm breath cascades over his skin as Shidou pulls back. 

“Satisfied, baby?” 

“Mm.” 

The larger man rises from his bedside post, stepping into the bathroom. The sound of the water faucet runs before Shidou steps out again, his forehead and neck shining with water droplets. He watches with idle curiosity as Shidou fumbles in the dark of the room for his clothes, the afterglow of their passion still lingering in the air. 

A motorcycle jacket is casually slung over his shoulder and Shidou grabs his wallet and keys. Nothing more needs to be said and so Shidou walks over to leave. 

For some reason, he freezes, hand ghosting over the door handle. 

The soft padding of footsteps return to the bed and Shidou presses another kiss to his lips. It’s so whisper-soft that it feels almost unreal after the rough, dominant fucking. Still too blissed out to resist, he wraps his arms around Shidou’s damp neck, his fingers tangling in blonde hair as he returns the kiss with equal gentleness, savoring the softer side of their connection. 

Shidou pulls back and runs a thumb over his flushed cheek. 

“Bye, babe,” he says, quieter than usual. It’s hushed and tender—a far cry from the teasing edge it usually carries.

Sae’s chest tightens at the quiet intimacy of Shidou’s tone. The way his thumb caresses his cheek with odd tenderness makes something inside him twist in a way he’s not sure how to describe. He looks up at Shidou, his teal eyes searching the depths of those pink orbs, seeking answers to the questions he’s too afraid to voice. 

“Bye, Shidou,” he whispers back, voice barely louder than the hush between them.

A soft glow spills through the door as it swings open one last time. Shidou lingers at the threshold, silhouette framed by the hallway’s gentle light.

“Oh and… happy birthday.” 

The door clicks shut. 

—

Yoichi paces his dorm room, mind numb with thoughts that seem to tumble over each other faster than he can manage to break them apart and analyze them. His jaw is tight as nails bite into his palms. 

They’d had their first argument. An actual fight, not the playful banter or light disagreements they usually teased each other with. Why had things gone this way? One second they were in bed tangled in each other’s arms, the next he was tossed out into the hallway like a piece of trash. 

Despite every precaution he takes around his emotional disaster of a boyfriend, Itoshi Sae is still too hard to read. Just when he had thought he’d broken through his walls—really broken though, it all blew up in his face. And for what? 

The absolute despair that was etched onto Sae’s face, the sight of him holding back tears in his own bed. The way his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. It’s burned into Isagi’s memory like a horrific brand. Maybe Itoshi has some sort of sexual trauma that he’s not aware of? 

Yoichi takes that thought and starts picking it apart. He’s seen glimpses of it in the way Sae flinches when he’s startled. It might be true—Sae had said he’d had a few relationships in the past and admitted they weren’t great. But that’s all he’d said. No names, no stories. Just a vague statement offered like a warning label: damaged goods. But what the hell is Yoichi supposed to do with that? He can’t protect Sae from things he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t have any other details to go off of, though. 

There is always so much pushback from Itoshi. Maybe he has a low sex drive? It’s not something most men would be keen on admitting to with a new partner. It’s hard to say. 

So many puzzle pieces but for all his pacing and thinking, Isagi just can’t slot anything together. 

He pauses at the window, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His reflection stares back at him in the glass—eyebrows drawn, eyes red-rimmed from frustration or exhaustion or maybe both. He sighs. God, there’s no way he’s going to be able to sleep like this. If Sae is going to block him out, he’ll take the initiative and fix things. Clearly Sae wants space right now but there’s no way the pit in his stomach will settle if he doesn’t address what’s going on immediately. 

Sae’s words from a few days ago drift through his mind. 

“You showed up. Again and again. And you didn’t stop when it got ugly.”

Without another thought, Isagi yanks a jacket off the back of his chair and shrugs it on with stiff, determined fingers. He shoves his phone into his pocket, checks to make sure he has his keycard, and heads out the door before he can second-guess himself.

It’s another long, chilly walk to the senior dorms. The wind whips against his cheek like icy blades and he pulls his scarf tighter around himself. 

His mind starts working through the best approach, but for now, they don’t need to talk about what happened earlier in bed. Just knock on the door and apologize for yelling at your boyfriend. God, he feels like such an idiot. 

He pulls his keycard out, swiping it at the main entrance, and the dorm grants him entry with a quiet beep. The mechanical hum of the door sliding open ushers in a rush of warm air that pushes the fall chill off his back. It’s past ten now, and the dorm is quiet as the electronic door slides shut. Walking swiftly to the second floor, he rounds the corner and walks up to the far door. 

He pauses, heart thudding in his chest as he approaches. Every step closer makes the nerves coil tighter in his gut. What if Sae doesn’t want to see him? What if he’s still furious, still curled up in that bed like a ghost of himself?

A brief moment passes as he steels his nerves and takes a deep breath. 

“Ahhh—”

He freezes, hand suspended mid-knock. A long moment passes, too silent, too loaded. The sound didn’t come from the hallway. It came from inside.

“Nghh—”

Heat floods Isagi’s cheeks as he realizes something is going on inside Sae’s room. He must be jerking off. Or… does he use toys? The sudden thought makes his ear press to the door as he eavesdrops without a second thought. 

It’s definitely Sae moaning inside. God, it sounds so erotic. 

Then, a rhythmic squeaking sound. 

The color completely drains from Yoichi’s face. His heart stops cold. He takes a half-step back from the door, pulse thundering now—not from nerves, but from dread.

Another voice bleeds through the cracks in the door, but he doesn’t recognize it.

“Mmm…fuck, babe. Just like that. Show me how bad you want it.” 

No. No. 

Isagi slides down the door as he listens, completely horrified. Sae is definitely having sex with someone else right now. His hand clasps over his mouth to stifle his breathing, as if the people inside can possibly hear him. Tears well in his eyes as the squeak of the bed and moans give away the illicit activity going on behind the closed door. 

“Yes… Shidou… oh, god, yes…” 

His heart drops into his chest as it shatters. Shidou? He’s fucking Shidou?? He gags, unable to stop himself from the disgust welling up inside him. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as he tries to process what the fuck is going on. It’s hard to think with the wanton moans and grunts seeping through the door. 

Shidou Ryusei… the senior from the football department that had beat the shit out of Sae. They’d attempted to report him and it had completely fallen through. Why…? 

The memory of that godforsaken rumor from the very beginning of the semester suddenly forms in Yoichi’s brain. Of course… they’d already fucked once before. That was before they’d started dating, and Sae had told him it was just a one-time fling.

Just a one-time thing… right? 

“Mm, fuck yes. Work those hips, baby.” 

Isagi chokes again hearing the disgusting petname. He’s trembling, back against the door now, hands stringing through his blue locks as he listens. The sound of every moan and grunt stabs him like a dagger, but he can’t seem to drag himself up off the floor.

He should leave. Why the fuck is he still here? 

Something keeps him firmly rooted in place. As if he needs to sear this to memory. Why is this happening? Was Sae so fucking disappointed in him earlier that he’d made a booty call??

The bed squeaking suddenly speeds up. 

“Ahhhh… oh god, oh god, oh god.”

Sae’s delirious voice makes angry bile suddenly rise in Isagi’s throat. This is so fucked up. He darts to his feet, fully intent on banging on the door so he can dump Sae’s sorry ass right here and now. 

He hesitates when the squeaking suddenly stops. Shuffling sounds come from inside.

“Here, here, demon.” 

“Give it to me. Fucking take me.” 

The playful lilt in Sae’s deep timbre makes Isagi freeze up completely. Fresh tears well up in his eyes as he listens, unable to stop himself. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been standing here now like some kind of perverted eavesdropper.

“Come on, slut, stand up straight.” 

Isagi covers his face again, shame and horror seeping into every fibre of his being. He can’t even imagine calling Sae a slut like that. It’s too cruel. His head leans into the door again when he hears a sudden yelp. What happened? 

Another cry of pleasure bleeds through the door, and it’s the most carnal thing Isagi has ever heard. It’s certainly not the kind of sound Sae made in bed with him earlier. The slapping of skin-on-skin contact flows through the crack under the door. It keeps going, and going, and going.

“Close already?”

“Good boy. Get off on my cock, you fucking slut.” 

Isagi shivers in disgust at Shidou’s strange tone. How on earth do you talk to a partner like that? 

“Ngh… harder, fuckface. Shove that fat cock in me like you mean it.”

“I’m—ahhh—gonna cum so hard.”

Traitorous heat pools in Isagi’s lower abdomen at Sae’s desperate request. The slapping sounds inside speed up, wet and sloppy. As much as he doesn’t want to, he can imagine what’s going on inside pretty clearly.

“Fuck, yes, fuck—anything for you Sae-chan.”

“Gonna fill you up till you're—ngh—dripping with my cum again.”

Isagi stands up abruptly, wiping the tears from his face as he steps away from the door. He doesn’t want to hear another fucking thing. Even as he steps away, Sae’s final cry of ecstasy forces its way into his eardrums. 

So many emotions swirl within him as he stumbles down the stairwell—lingering arousal, disgust, horror, but mostly just the bitter seed of feeling betrayed by the person he loves. His legs move on autopilot, feet thudding against the concrete steps, but his mind is a mess of static.

By the time his foot hits the last stair, Isagi is already pushing past the exit door, lungs heaving and breath catching somewhere between a sob and a scream. The cold night air slaps against his wet cheeks, the wind slicing through his sweater as if punishing him for being so stupid—for being blind.

His fingers fumble with his scarf, trying to rip it off as if it were suffocating him. He can’t breathe. Can’t think. His pulse thrums wildly in his ears, and his vision blurs with hot, stinging tears.

His legs break into a full sprint down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on nowhere. He doesn’t know where he’s going. He just needs to be anywhere else. Somewhere Sae's scent isn’t clinging to his skin, where the sound of that voice isn’t still echoing in his ears like a curse.

And under all of it, a single, desperate thought loops on repeat:

Why wasn’t I enough?

Chapter Text

Happy Birthday. 

The note is written in familiar poor penmanship. Itoshi Sae turns the small card over in his hand, his thumb brushing the edges before setting it aside. From the same gray department store bag on his desk, he pulls out a sleek black box.

Soft morning light spills through the blinds in fractured beams, painting pale lines across his desk and the gift bag. The scent of coffee starts to fill the dorm as a keurig hums in the corner. 

Nimble fingers peel away the cling wrap to expose a luxe black box. It slides apart slowly to reveal the bottle within, a glossy black that reflects his face in muted fragments. He turns the obsidian gem over in his hand to reveal the face—Yves Saint Laurent Y in the largest volume available for purchase. How excessive. Before his mind can articulate a grievance for receiving such a gift, a reluctant smile tugs at his lips. 

YSL isn’t his first choice by any means, but he doesn’t own anything in the higher-end Y collection yet. The bottle is weighty and cool in his palm as he pops the lid off and sprays it onto his creamy wrist. He waves his wrist in the air a moment, watching the droplets dry before bringing it to his nose.

The hit is immediate—intense wood and amber clawing at the back of his nostrils, the sharp cut of pine carried faintly beneath, chased by a softer veil of patchouli and magnolia. It’s dark. Mature. Exorbitantly masculine. Not a scent you wear casually; this one demands attention. It clings to the air like smoke, the kind of fragrance that leaves a ghost of you in the room long after you’ve left. Certainly a nighttime scent.

He exhales slowly and turns toward the mirror above the sink. For a moment, he stares at his reflection, wrist still hovering by his face. The scent suits him almost too well. He’s not sure whether to be flattered or unsettled. 

He pops open his medicine cabinet, revealing an array of cologne bottles. Over the years, his collection has grown far beyond necessity—gifts, indulgences, experiments. His fingers pass through the glass bottles fondly as he begins plucking them out and scenting them. No—too floral. Another few passes until he settles on an old favorite, Aventus Creed. He sprays it onto his other wrist, letting the citrusy bergamot and crisp fruit brightness slice through the heaviness clinging to his skin. He tests the combination—one wrist to the other, wood and amber meeting sharp citrus. Perfect. Together, the blend reshapes into something versatile, wearable even in daylight. Satisfied, he tucks all the bottles away, making ample room in the front for his newest piece. 

He shuts the mirrored cabinet door and finds his reflection staring back. Teal eyes, flat and tired, rimmed faintly with shadows. The cologne clings to him, seeping into his skin. He shakes away the obtrusive thought that the scent feels like a claim on his skin somehow. It’s just a fragrance. 

Ignoring his coffee for now, he peels his clothes off in desperate need for a shower. Another quick glance in the mirror makes him pause. 

A red semicircle is embedded high on his left shoulder. Shidou left his mark on him last night. His lips press thin as he glares at it. Stupid demon. And his stupid teeth. 

The shower head churns with a steady stream of water with the turn of a knob. As he waits for it to warm, his fingers idly touch the teeth divots in his pale shoulder. 

At the very least, he’d left significantly more marks on the blonde devil last night. All over that flawless tan skin—his abdomen, his stomach, his pecs. He remembers the way Shidou hissed through his teeth when Sae’s canines sank into the meat of his thigh, a muffled curse rolling off his tongue. Sae unconsciously licks his gums as the image creeps back with disobedient clarity and he feels heat pooling in his core. A hand runs through his magenta locks to push it away. 

A contented sigh releases as he steps under the hot spray, steam rising around him in heavy clouds. 

Wait. What the fuck is he even thinking about right now? 

His chest tightens with sudden anger and shame. He grits his teeth and starts angrily scrubbing shampoo into his scalp. 

This isn’t right. Fuck. 

His fingers dig harder, nails scraping against his scalp as if he could claw Shidou out of his head, rinse him away with soap and water, flush him down the drain. Last night… was a mistake. Yeah. 

He braces one hand against the tiled wall, breathing hard as the water beats down on his back. He’s always done his best to push the blonde devil away, to remind himself that Shidou is toxic, dangerous, unpredictable. But… last night was different. He’d been too vulnerable. Too naive. 

Now that Shidou has been released from any hope of being expelled, he’ll keep coming after him. 

They need ground rules. 

No fucking in his dorm. No more dumbass text messages in the middle of the day. And definitely no bite marks. 

On him, anyway. 

As the shampoo suds sink down his back, he struggles to compartmentalize his thoughts. Does Shidou still see him as a plaything? A fuck buddy? That’s what he had said the other week. So why did he leave him a birthday gift? And not just any gift, but an expensive bottle of cologne that no ordinary student would casually drop money on. The fact that Shidou knows his birthday at all is unsettling enough. It shouldn’t come as a surprise anymore that the blonde devil seems to know every private detail of his life, but it does, anyway. 

Yesterday was October 10th, marking Sae’s twenty-second birthday. No point in bringing it up since he hates all the fuss that comes with celebrations and being the center of attention for something so trivial. Sure, he got the usual happy birthday texts from his brother and parents. Yet, holding that black box with its faint scent of department store plastic, he’d felt something he didn’t want to admit—a flicker of warmth, curling low in his chest.

It doesn’t really matter either way. If the blonde feels anything more for him, that’s his problem. His loss. Not interested. 

He’ll take his expensive cologne, though. 

Fingers press in conditioner and he lathers up a charcoal-infused loofah. 

The gift is both uniquely thoughtful and annoyingly in line with his preferences. The blonde devil has never asked him what sort of things he likes. So how the hell does he know?

Who knows, maybe he spent all week sniffing his old clothes like some sort of pervert and caught a trace of it. Wouldn’t put it past him. The mental image sparks an involuntary snicker, bubbling up despite himself. 

The playful train of thought doesn’t stop there. He imagines Shidou Ryusei swaggering through a pristine department store, surrounded by upper-class women spritzing paper strips. Cue arguing with an elderly sales associate about how citrus isn't “manly enough.” The absurdity makes Sae’s lips twitch harder until he’s forced to bite the inside of his cheek.

It is—without a shadow of a doubt—something Shidou knows nothing about. He’d already raided through Shidou’s bathroom inside and out during his week-long disaster of a slumber party and had only scrounged up cheap shampoo, drugstore body wash, and Degree deodorant. Nothing refined.  The only scents that followed the blonde were aftershave and his natural musk. It clung to him, warm and primal. It wasn’t bad, per se, the way that it lingered, particularly around—

Slap. 

Sae slaps his cheeks with both hands to stop that train of thought. This is going nowhere. New game plan required. He steps out of the shower and dries off briefly, looking into the mirror to set his head on straight. 

First order of business—distance himself from Shidou as much as possible. Second—apologize to Yoichi for their argument last night. This can all be arranged. 

Only a moment passes as Sae considers the disastrous outcome if these lines become blurred even a little bit. Nope. Not going there. Isagi Yoichi is his doting boyfriend—the one person in his life who offers him unshakable affection without demanding anything in return. He’ll protect him at all costs from the stupid blonde incubus who keeps worming his way into his life. What Yoichi doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

He tosses on some casuals and tastes his first sip of morning coffee. Pulling his phone up, he sends a good morning text to Isagi and asks to meet up with him today after afternoon practice. Better to get this sorted out quickly before it festers. 

He sits on the bed and his nose wrinkles up in disgust. The sheets somehow smell of two separate men and he hurriedly pulls them free from the mattress before they insult him any further. 

Tossing the phone aside, he retreats to the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror doesn’t look as exhausted as he feels, but it’s enough to draw his scowl deeper. He drags product through his bangs, coaxes them back into order, then puts on deodorant. With the open medicine cabinet, teal eyes catch and he immediately reaches for 2 bottles of cologne. 

May as well use it. 

—

Sae pushes his body through a seated stretch, getting ready for afternoon practice. The turf hums with energy—cleats smacking against synthetic grass, shouts echoing as players loosen up, the squeak of balls being punted across the field. Despite the bustle, there’s a quiet perimeter that always forms around him. Nobody dares to break his bubble. 

His eyes catch that familiar head of blue hair on the opposite end of the field warming up by himself. 

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that things are a little awkward right now between them since their argument last night. The best thing he can do for both of them is give Isagi space.

Warm-up drills start, and the players scatter into formations. Sae slips into rhythm easily, muscle memory guiding every move. Passes, touches, accelerations—his body performs like a well-oiled machine. 

It doesn’t escape Sae how much Isagi is avoiding him, however. Normally, the sophomore is glued to him like a shadow, anticipating his plays, mirroring his tempo, building that sharp chemistry they’ve always shared. Not today. 

Whatever. 

It’s not that the team play suffers—Blue Lock still runs sharp, fierce, every player operating at peak condition this far into the season.

If Isagi wants to be childish about this, then fine. Sae plays along, keeping his touches sharp, his passes precise. Instead of their usual rhythm—tight triangles, give-and-go patterns that leave defenders gasping—he sends balls Isagi’s way like he’s just any other teammate. It feels cold and mechanical. He’s baiting him, prodding him into responding.

But something is clearly wrong. 

A perfect pass skims low across the turf, setting up Isagi with a clean one-touch shot. All he has to do is swing, connect, and bury it. Instead, the ball sails into the post with a hollow clang that reverberates across the field. Groans ripple from teammates, and Captain Aiku calls out sharply, reprimanding the sophomore for being sloppy. Isagi jogs back, face tight, tossing out a half-hearted apology without even glancing Sae’s way.

It wouldn’t really bother Sae except that it happens again. He threads another ball forward minutes later, crisp, cutting through two defenders to land directly at Isagi’s feet. The setup is textbook. Impossible to mess up. The strike goes wide and he misses. 

A few teammates snicker. “What happened to your aim, Isagi?” Sendou calls out. 

His patience is thin at the best of times, but watching his partner crumble under the weight of both his mistakes and their silent feud makes something ugly twist in his chest. “Shut the hell up and focus on your own runs,” Sae snaps, his voice razor-sharp. The laughter dies quickly, replaced by startled silence.

Practice ends and Sae is getting dressed in the locker rooms after a quick shower. Facing his locker, he pulls his phone free from his duffel. 

No texts. Hm. 

He gets dressed quickly, tugging on his hoodie and slipping his socks into his sneakers. After clearing the locker, he slams it shut. When he turns around, he freezes. 

Isagi is standing right before him, looking pale in the face and frail, somehow. His eyes—oh god, his eyes—are completely bloodshot. The blue orbs that are normally so full of life now look listless.

“Yoichi…?” Sae says, voice heavy with concern. “Are you…?” He cuts himself off with a cough. Of course his boyfriend isn’t okay. “Can we talk? About last night.” 

Isagi swallows thickly. His voice comes out quiet, almost imperceivable. 

“I just wanted to see it.” 

The statement makes Sae pause. “Huh?” 

Yoichi raises a hand and taps his left shoulder. Once, twice. 

The simple gesture makes Sae freeze. Isagi was… watching him change. 

Before Sae can open his mouth and attempt to explain, tears well up in those baby blues. 

“Why?” Isagi chokes out, cracking like glass underfoot. Betrayal and pain is etched all over his face. “What’s wrong with you?” 

Sae’s throat constricts as he realizes everything he has carefully constructed is shattering right before him. He tries to find the words to explain, to justify what Isagi is probably thinking right now. But they catch in his throat, choking him. He takes a shaky step forward, reaching out a hand as if to touch Yoichi, to reassure him, but stops short. 

Before he can formulate some weak response, Isagi’s eyes squeeze shut in raw frustration. He grabs the duffel at his side and storms out of the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him so hard that the lockers rattle with the reverberation. 

Left standing alone, hand still suspended midair, the echo of their short confrontation bleeds through the empty locker room. A deep ache settles in Sae’s chest as the reality hits him—things are going very, very wrong. Shame surges inside him and he steels himself, knowing that he has to fix things now before it’s too late. 

He gathers his things with frantic hands, slipping the half-zipped duffel over his shoulder. Bursting outside into the cool air, he spots Isagi already on the far end of the sidewalk. Sae breaks into a jog, then a full sprint. “Isagi, wait!” He calls out, his loud voice drawing a few curious glances his way. Isagi just keeps walking faster, shoulders squared tight, until his figure slips around the bend toward the underclassmen dorms. 

Sae’s heart hammers against his ribs as his feet keep pounding the pavement, lungs burning, throat raw. No, no, no. This isn’t how things are supposed to go. 

Swiftly pulling his keycard up to the underclassmen dorm entry, the sliding door opens with a hiss and Sae pads down the hallway, finding Isagi’s door in just a few heartbeats. A fist raises and he knocks before he can think to even formulate what kind of apology he needs right now. 

“Who… who is it,” Isagi’s shaky voice comes through the door. It sounds like he’s crying. 

The unusual tremor in the other’s voice makes Sae’s heart crack with remorse. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself for the confrontation to come. He presses into the door, his voice soft and pleading. “It’s me, Yoichi. Please, just let me in. Let’s talk.” 

A long silence follows. Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity, and he can hear the faint shuffle of movement inside. Maybe Isagi’s standing just on the other side. Maybe he’s hesitating. Maybe—

“Fuck off, Sae.” 

The harsh curse cuts through Sae like a knife, the unfamiliar sharp tone only deepening the rift between them. It's terse and angry. 

“Please, Isagi. Let me explain.” There’s another pause and Sae’s panic builds, knowing this might be his only chance. “I know I messed up, Yoichi, and I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, to betray your trust like this.” He pauses, throat dry. “Please, just let me inside so I can explain everything fully.” 

Another long silence follows. Sae’s ear is pressed to the cool wood of the door, waiting for a response.

Then—BANG.

A violent slam rattles the frame as Isagi kicks the other side. The impact sends the wood crashing into Sae’s temple, making him flinch back in shock.

“You’re an ASSHOLE!” Isagi’s voice screams through the door. “A cheating, lying PRICK!” 

Sae reels back from the door, the force of the words hitting him right where it hurts. 

He grips the door handle roughly and yanks on it, but it jerks unhappily, clearly still locked. “Let me in, Isagi!” He yells back. 

“NO!” Isagi yells back. 

Just as quickly as the frustration forms, it evaporates. Sae slumps against the locked door, sliding down on a shoulder until he’s sitting on the cold hallway carpet. His voice cracks as he keeps pleading. 

“Isagi, please… I’ll do anything. Just let me in so we can talk. I’ll prove to you how much I love you, how sorry I am…” Tears are starting to prick at his eyes with the hopelessness of the situation and how much he’s fucked everything up. For someone who prides himself on control and composure, he feels pathetic. This might be a new low, even for him.  

The fluorescent lighting above seems to shift suddenly as the door whips open and Sae falls backwards onto the carpet in a pathetic heap. Isagi stares down at him. His face is streaked with tears, lashes clumped wet, but the scowl etched across his features is dark and unyielding. 

Sae twists around on the floor, looking up at him. 

“You’ve got two minutes,” Isagi says shortly. He lets go of the door handle, letting the heavy door slam into Sae’s shoulder. He retreats to the dorm bed, crossing his arms and staring at him silently and expectantly. 

The magenta-haired man scrambles to his feet and the door shuts with a resounding clack behind him. He takes a deep breath as he sits on the bed opposite, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him. 

“I… uh…” Sae fumbles. “I know I don’t deserve your trust right now, but I’m asking you to give me a chance to earn it back.” 

Isagi makes a sharp tch, lips curling with disgust. “I don’t care,” he snaps. “Why are you fucking him?” 

The color drains from Sae’s face. His veins ice over. Does Isagi know…? Probably. 

“He… I haven’t…” Sae grips the sheets under his sweaty palms, feeling at a loss for words. “Shidou has been raping me since the beginning of the semester. I didn’t… want to tell you for obvious reasons.” 

The blue-haired man keeps his arms crossed, settling an icy blue gaze onto him. “You came here just to tell me that? Okay, so there’s one lie. Good job. Keep going.” 

Frustration mounts at Isagi’s pointed remark. “What?! He’s been assaulting me this whole time and that’s how you react?” 

Isagi huffs unsympathetically. “Well, maybe if you had told me about it, I would be a little more inclined to feel sorry for your dumbass.” 

“I…” Sae breathes harshly, drowning in himself. “I didn’t want to tell you! You never… would've wanted to date me if you knew that I was… ruined in that way…” His voice dwindles smaller with every word, his frame curling inward as though he could shrink out of existence.

Isagi hisses through his teeth. “You just assumed that.” 

The words slice Sae to pieces. Tears still prick at the corners of his teal eyes. “Isagi, please… don’t say that. You’re the only one who truly understands me, who accepts me for who I am. I don’t want to lose you, Yoichi.” His voice cracks, the desperation bleeding through. 

“I don’t accept you for who you are,” Isagi responds, seething. “You cheated on me, Sae. How the fuck would I be okay with that?!”  

The words hit him harder than any blow Shidou has ever dealt. His throat tightens, and this time the tears actually spill over, streaking down his face. The desperation and frustration start mounting and his voice rises in pitch and volume. 

“No, no! It isn’t like that, I swear!” His breath is coming fast now, whole body pitching forward.  “Shidou’s been stalking me around campus, taking photos of me, you don’t fucking get it!” The words tumble out too quickly, spilling over each other as if they’re just excuses. “He’s been taking advantage of me this whole time, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you but I didn’t want you to get involved with someone as dangerous as he is!” 

Isagi rises to his feet, fists clenched so tightly his olive knuckles blanch white. Those blue eyes are trained on him storm-dark, hard and unforgiving. 

“I swear it!” Sae blurts out. “I never cheated on you!” 

A hand fists in the collar of Sae’s shirt, yanking him up with brutal force. The next instant a sharp crack echoes in the room as Isagi’s fist smashes against his cheek, snapping Sae’s head violently to the side. 

With a soft groan Sae sinks back onto the bed behind him, pain pulsing in his temple and tear tracks smearing. A hand instinctively hovers over the afflicted area as the burn pulses hot and sharp. His whole body trembles as he looks back up at the man he loves, pleading and desperate, the devastation written across his face.

“Isagi…” he gasps, voice trembling. “Oh god, Isagi, I’m sorry. Please—it’s not my fault. I didn’t… I didn’t want this…”

There’s nothing but fury behind Isagi’s blue eyes now. The collar of his shirt is yanked again, fabric choking at his throat as Isagi drags him forward until their foreheads nearly touch. 

“Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?!” He roars. “I heard you two last night!! When I went back to your dorm to fucking apologize!” 

All of the energy inside Sae dissipates like fall leaves detaching from tired trees. Every carefully stacked excuse, every half-truth, every fragile defense he clung to evaporates in an instant, leaving nothing but raw, hollow despair.

Another fist collides with his face, snapping his head sideways. A sickening crunch blooms across his cheekbone. It’s excruciating. His sense of self fractures—splinters and breaks into countless shards of glass, sharp and irretrievable.

He’s weak, without a single ounce of fight in his body. 

“Oh,” he says, listless. “You… heard.” 

“Yes!” Isagi roars, voice cracking with grief and fury. “Yes, you arrogant, self-entitled piece of trash!” Isagi screams into his face. “You really loved Shidou’s cock that much, huh?! Was I just a joke to you this whole time??” 

Sae stares into the distance at nothing, feeling nothing, barely operating. Numbness drags at his limbs, drowning out everything but the ringing in his ears. “No,” he says softly. 

His tears have already dried up. He has nothing left to give.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he starts chanting, as if the pathetic echo will do anything at this point. “Just… hit me if it makes you feel better.” 

The command is met instantly—knuckles collide with his face and his head whips back violently. The bitter, metallic taste of blood seeps into his teeth from a stinging lip. The pain is a familiar, agonizing feeling. Torturous, sharp then throbbing. 

Sae knows he could easily push the smaller man off of himself, but he only lays there limply, accepting all of Isagi’s violence because he knows he deserves it. Another punch cracks into his temple and his vision flares white, the world blinking out in painful static. 

By the time he comes to, blinking sluggishly through the haze, the muffled sound of sobs fills the dorm. His head lolls to the side, vision swimming until it finally sharpens enough to reveal Isagi crumbled on his own bed. He’s sobbing, face buried in his hands. His knuckles are red and raw. 

Teal eyes blink a few times, struggling to formulate something. A bitter realization settles over him like a shroud. He’s brought this upon himself, his foolish lust for Shidou destroying the love and trust he had slowly and painstakingly built with Isagi. 

“Get… out…” Isagi’s voice seethes from behind his clenched fists. 

Pushing himself to his feet, Sae’s body aches, his movements clumsy and unsteady. He gazes at Isagi through a haze of pain, one eye red and swollen, his face a mess of bruises. With a defeated nod, he turns to leave, each step a heavy, deliberate weight as he makes his way to the door. Teal eyes flicker to Isagi one last time, desperate for something—anything—but the other won’t look at him, won’t even lift his face from his hands.

The fluorescent lights greet him as he enters the hallway. He chokes back sobs as he makes the long trek back to the senior dorms. A few curious glances get thrown his way and he doesn’t dare meet them. Clearly, he’s a wreck. 

Once his own door finally shuts behind him, he sinks down it, feeling his heart splintering all over again. Fresh tears stream down his bruised cheeks as he mourns the love and trust that he’s shattered beyond repair. Sae buries his face in his hands. He cries like he hasn’t since he was a child, the kind of crying that makes your whole body shake, that rips through you until you’re nothing but hollow sound and empty lungs. The pain of losing Isagi, of poisoning something so pure, claws at him mercilessly. He lets the emotion numb him for a long while. 

Hours later, he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. 

He’s a shell of his former self. 

If there even was a self to begin with. 

No—ever since the first night that Sae had slid down his dorm door, dripping with Shidou’s cum and covered in dirt and bruises, he no longer had any sense of self to speak of. Something essential had been stripped from him then, and no amount of pretending could sew it back. Why had he even attempted to have a relationship? He’s nothing but damaged goods now. Of course it wouldn’t have worked out.

As the harrowing thoughts tighten around him like a noose, his breathing quickens and he starts hyperventilating. Shallow, frantic pulls of air, chest rising too fast, too uneven. Over. It’s all over. 

Chilly walks from practice to lunch with Yoichi’s chatter filling the silence. Teasing remarks and a brilliant smile that has the power to disarm him completely. Legs tangling lazily under blankets as they watch movies in bed while the sunset bleeds through the blinds. The muffled laughter from underclassmen after getting too tipsy together at parties. And the worst of it all—soft lips pressing against his own and murmuring sweet affections to him. Those three words are still carved into the deepest parts of him. 

Yoichi had given him something fragile, something real, and Sae had destroyed it.

He can barely breathe but he falls out of bed, crossing the distance in two steps and yanking a bottle of bourbon out from inside the mini fridge. Pouring far too much, his grip trembles so badly that liquid sloshes down the side, dripping onto his fingers. He throws it back like his life depends on it. The burn is immediate, scorching a trail of fire down his throat. Too harsh, too quick—his body revolts. He coughs and sputters, amber liquid spilling out of his lips and dribbling onto the floor. His stomach knots, rejecting even this desperate escape.

Rage explodes in his chest. Even his own body rejects him.

The plastic cup gets launched and the acrid scent of liquor explodes all over the wall. The sharp smell mixes with his sweat, with the lingering trace of cologne, with everything he wants to claw off his skin.

Breath ragged, he doesn’t hesitate. No cups this time. He goes for a second attempt straight off the bottle and forces the amber liquid down his throat before it can bubble up again. It burns but he doesn’t care. 

Satisfied with the heat now pooling in his belly, he flops onto the bed once more. 

Pulling his phone up, the black screen reflects his battered face for a split-second before illuminating.