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Tada POV:
Man, everything sucks lately. Not only did their football team not qualify for nationals last winter, but also now one of their teammates is gone. Now don’t get him wrong, Tada is somewhat happy for Isagi for getting this opportunity, and the boy seems to be getting by somehow. But that doesn’t mean that he himself and the rest of the team aren’t jealous.
Like, come on, it’s so unfair that Isagi, of all people, gets invited to such a huge program, and now he even is in the big leagues despite being such a small guy. If any of them had that chance, they would be in the same position now, heck, probably even better than that small bean.
So, like, so many times before, the team is gathered in some local bar to drink their sorrows away thanks to their coach being generous and being alcohol for underaged teenagers. This particular bar doesn’t care either way, as long as they get their money. They are known for being discreet here, so yeah, it has become somewhat routine to come here once a week and definitely not badmouth Isagi all the time.
Tada doesn’t get it. What does that boy have that the rest— that he himself doesn’t? Because, as far as he remembers, Isagi didn’t have any particularly good skills or anything when he played for their team. Heck, they even lost against Matsukaze Kokuo High on their way to nationals. (Never mind the fact that Tada missed the goal.)
Suddenly, Ryuu spoke: “I bet if we as a team went against one of Blue Lock's random teams, especially one with Isagi in it, we would win.” His speech was slurred, indicating how much he already drank. His team member stood up as he said it, slightly swaying as well while holding up his drink to make a toast to his statement.
The rest of them cheered in agreement while clumsily trying to clink their glasses against Ryuu’s.
“Seriously, how do you think Isagi managed to get this far? He even plays for Bastard München now,” murmured Kei next to Tada, nudging him with his elbow, demanding attention.
“Don’t know. Probably luck. Or maybe he’s relying on his teammates. Seems like some good shots in there, like that Rin guy, Sae Itoshi’s younger brother. And now it’s Kaiser. He is getting by somehow, as we can see from his matches.”
“Yeah, he has been doing that since middle school, huh? Riding off other people’s success when he barely manages to make a decent pass. Like, if he did it better back then, you actually would have scored, right?” asked his blonde companion.
Slamming his drink against the table, Tada answered angrily: “Of course I would have. Isagi is some nobody that makes half-decent passes. If it weren’t for him, I would have scored back then, and we would be at nationals.”
Now Haruto joins the conversation: “I mean, speaking of the game back then, didn’t Kira get invited to Blue Lock as well and get eliminated pretty quickly, if not immediately?” A few murmured agreements. “I’ve wondered for a while why someone like Kira didn’t make it far. Come on, the dude definitely could play football.”
Tada thought about what Haruto said. It really was weird, wasn’t it? Japan’s treasure getting kicked out after a short amount of time, and Isagi staying. Fucking weird. A screeching sound could be heard as Ken now stood up, practically fuming at his mouth. The guy never liked Isagi; why, I can't say, but there are rumors that he got rejected by him and that ever since, he held a grudge against the smaller guy.
“Isagi, that slut probably slept his way to the top,” Ken snapped. “Like, have you seen him? F***ing twink with a decent ass and big eyes. The guys in there have been locked away from the outside world for months. Add hormones, and you know, things get wild. Isagi definitely took advantage of that.”
That was… It made sense, didn’t it? Tada was straight, but damn, Isagi is definitely pretty—even if he is average. He himself, if there weren’t any other options, wouldn’t oppose tapping that ass. Blame it on the alcohol, but what Ken said kind of made sense to everyone at the table at that moment.
Before any of them could, however, answer the standing teen, their coach finally cleared his throat and gave them a pointed look. “Now, now, guys. I know you are bitter, but that’s not the way you should talk about a former teammates of yours.”
And with that, the conversation was finished. Tada doesn’t remember how long he stayed, but well past midnight, he found himself at home. His parents weren’t here, on some working trip overseas. So he was alone.
Drunk, alone, frustrated, and angry. The more he fought about it, the more it made his blood boil. Despite his brain telling him to get some sleep and not think about it further, Tada made his way to the living room, turning on the TV.
Blue Lock streamed a lot of stuff that happened at the facility and of course matches. So, what was his great plan? He opened YouTube, typed in “Blue Lock and Isagi,” and a chuckled laugh escaped him.
In the suggestions were already things like “Isagi being wholesome” or “Isagi and his teammates.” But something that caught his eye was “Isagi being overly friendly with his friends.” Now, Tada knows a lot of things are clickbait, and video clips aren’t the most reliable sources for some type of stuff because angles and cuts and whatnot.
Yet, he clicked on it.
The video loaded. It was divided into sections by different members of Blue Lock. First, of Bachira Meguru. Tada’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as various scenes were displayed of Bachira and Isagi and their very physical friendship.
Sure, he knew already that the brown-haired guy was rather touchy, but seeing how much he touched Isagi felt… strange. Like he practically clung to the slightly smaller male, and from what Tada remembers, he was never that clingy with the others.
It was suspicious, at least. Especially since the dribbler had a habit of putting his face against the blue-haired guy in an affectionate way. Weird, really, really weird. Next were clips of players that Tada recognizes by face but not by name. Some of them were Isagi’s first teammates or something like that, right? Some redhead with amazing hair, to be honest. He was pretty as well. It was weird seeing two rather feminine-looking guys among such rough-looking players.
And the red-haired one was definitely, he seems to be constantly close to Isagi. Be it training together or on the field passing closely by the shorter male. He had a habit of touching his former teammate’s lower back. Especially guiding him in some direction seems to be a habit of his.
Nothing too weird, but still… Ken’s words were messing with Tada’s head. Plus, the alcohol. It made things seem off even if they weren’t. Then there was this orange head. Tall, muscular. Pretty damn good-looking. Ideal type.
He was close to Isagi as well. Various scenes played on the TV where the taller one had his hands on Isagi’s shoulders and whispered stuff into his ear with a small smile or sometimes a smirk. They trained together too, which consisted of Isagi being additional weight in the orange’s workouts. Sitting on his back or being on his shoulders appeared to be a normal occurrence between the two.
On the other hand, he seemed to help Isagi with stretching. Pressing down on his back or helping with balance. Tada’s eyes followed the big hands with precision. Zooming in on some parts. The hands appeared decent enough, but if you looked closely, they lingered. Near Isagi’s neck or waist, the most.
The high schooler could feel his blood getting hotter with each passing second. Of course, Isagi would pick a guy like that— tall, handsome, looking like he could crush him. He heard that twinks find that appealing.
Closing his eyes, Tada tried to get his erratic breathing under control. Yet, his brain betrayed him. His mind wandered—Isagi on some bed in a dark room, a big guy looming over him. Giant hands gripping his waist, pulling him more under the taller figure. The blue-haired guy’s hands gripping broad shoulders, breath hitching as a mouth attached itself to his slender neck.
His eyes snapped open. Okay, nope, not doing that. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. He ignored the sudden tightness in his pants and concentrated on the TV again.
The video moved on to the next person, whose name Tada remembers—Nagi Seishiro. Named a genius in soccer. Rather lazy but definitely a beast on the field when he wanted to be. He made great goals as well, from what he remembers.
Yeah, remember the lazy part. That includes leaning on people or napping everywhere. And for some reason, he used Isagi as his personal pillow or pillar a lot—like, a lot, lot. Massive amounts of clips showed how Nagi basically is thrown over the smaller one like a giant blanket. Yep, definitely taller than the orange one as well.
Which made the scenes even hotter—ugh, I mean, more absurd. Napping on the other striker seems to be a regular occurrence as well, and boy, does the white-haired one sleep a lot. Be it on Isagi’s lap, back, or just on Isagi himself. Like, does he know how to use a blanket?
But there was more. The two were teammates for a few games in Blue Lock, in which it became clear—at least for Tada—how obsessed the taller one really was. Whenever a clip of the genius was shown, based on the video explanation of some complicated math, it appeared that those dark eyes were directly looking at Isagi on the field.
Normally, that kind of made sense somehow, but there was something in those eyes that Tada couldn’t name, but it was creepy—like, you know, those documentaries of stalkers or whatnot. That same look could be applied there. And boy, did Nagi seem to crave Isagi’s approval. After goals, he immediately went to him for a high five, a hug, or whatever. And there was the game against the U-20. Isagi scored the final goal (pure luck, by the way) and celebrated. But it was how he celebrated. Jumping into the air was fine, adrenaline and things like that. Jumping into the arms of Nagi, however, was a different story.
It appears to be normal—crazy strength, to be fair, for holding someone that long in the air. Yet, something was off… Zooming in more, Tada watched the genius’s hands. They were wrapped around Isagi’s waist—nothing indecent, just the best way to support his weight. The grip, however, was tight—really tight.
Basically digging into the shirt. Following the arms toward the other’s body, the footballer noticed how Nagi’s face was basically pressed into the blue-haired’s stomach. Face almost completely hidden, yet a glimpse of dark eyes was seen.A chill ran through Tada’s body as he took in the white-haired gaze. Glazed over completely, like it appeared after he made a fucking amazing goal, although somehow different. More intense. Like, holding Isagi was somewhat a pleasure—like he could combust right then and there.
Tada decided for himself that Nagi was an absolute creep. Not only because of his eyes, but watching the clip for some time made him realize how long Nagi actually held Isagi in the air. Like he didn’t want to let go, and he swore he saw how Nagi inhaled deeply into Isagi’s stomach. Fucking creepy, creepy and hot. Like, really hot and disgusting as well.
The genius’s strength was something he envied, he decided. He bets Nagi could hold Isagi up for hours while driving his big dick into…
Fucking hell, what was he thinking about? Tada blinked rapidly, as if it would make his thoughts disappear. Was that… was that Isagi’s type? Tall, handsome, strong enough to ruin him? I mean, Nagi was a great player; f***ing him would bring benefits, and the white-haired guy was weirdly obsessed with his former teammate.
Ken’s words seem to make more and more sense with each passing video clip.
There were scenes with Rin Itoshi. Cold, rude dude, but somehow also always around Isagi. Yoga is what they did together. What the f***. Tada definitely didn’t imagine the excessive touching on Rin’s part. The same Itoshi that sneered at everyone and called them lukewarm, yet helped someone like Isagi of all people.
It wasn’t even deniable anymore. Tada was sure the small male was f***ing with multiple players inside the facility. It couldn’t be more obvious.
He spent nearly two hours analyzing every clip there was between Isagi and other players and their touchy relationship, with players outside of Blue Lock as well.
Sae Itoshi was someone who seemed to avoid close contact with people, as shown during the match. Swatting hands away, not celebrating his goals with his teammates. But with Isagi, suddenly, the pink-haired man was gripping the other’s shirt to steal the ball, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder while dribbling.
Like, it was so obvious that Tada could only laugh like a maniac. How did no one else notice until now, really?
And don’t even get him started on Kaiser. That dude was so down bad for the blue-haired Japanese footballer—pathetic, honestly. His first introduction with that hand tilting up Isagi’s chin? Clear sign of his love—or rather obsession—towards the smaller one. And there are so many others.
Seriously, what did Isagi Yoichi have that made everyone so attracted to him? Was it his ass? It looked fantastic, don’t get him wrong. Was it his face? With those big blue eyes that screamed innocence. Do guys find that appealing? The whole blushing virgin act.
Isagi blushed a lot, actually. Tada noticed how, whenever teammates or rivals got too close and complimented him or whatever, Isagi blushed like crazy. Was it that petite act? Was it his feminine figure? His small waist? His pink lips?
F***, this was driving Tada crazy, even more so since his dick decided to join the party. Hard and leaking and demanding attention. F***, f***, f***.
Tada leaned back into the sofa, closing his eyes, letting his mind drift. Thinking back to when he played with Isagi on the field. Lots of touching there as well.The striker’s skin was always soft, he remembers. He joked about it in the locker room often with the rest of the team when Isagi wasn’t there. How pretty he was—like a girl. Soft, petite, beautiful.
How would Isagi look while getting getting fucked by one of those giant footballers huh? Moaning like the slut he was, with a deep blush while spreading those legs wider. Getting pounded by some big fat cock while whimpering about how it is too much, begging for more in the next breath.
His small back arching as big hands grip his waist to support him, his body shaking from overstimulation. He would cry big fat tears with those pretty eyes wouldn´t he. Sobbing while asking for more. And Tada doesn´t doubt that those footballers of his wouldn´t give it to him.
Tada was jealouse. How come those guys get to see Isagi naked, the bluenettes (probably pretty) dick leaking while his ass was getting torn open. Would he be into rough sex or gentle and slow? Maybe both.
Hands found his pants, undoing the belt before pulling his dick free. With a hiss did he wrap one around his leaking length, stroking it in a punishing rythm as his fantasy ran wild. Isagi would be freak, maybe not by nature but those guys probably corrupted him, he decided.
Probably fucked him the locker rooms, in the stalls, on the feld as well. Making as mess out of the other one, dripping in fluids, foreign and his own. Fuck Tada was close. If he got invited back then, he would have fucked Isagi within the first week.
Brought him to his knees, letting him suck his cock like the slut he was born to be. He would have gladly let Isagi lean on him, taking him with him to the next stages. Isagi would have depened on him like he depened on those other fuckers know.
With a shout, that sounded more like he was in pain than in pleasure, did Tada spill over his own hands. Breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down from the high he experienced. Yet his brain didn´t stop playing scenes behind his eyes. Scenes of Isagi and it wasn´t long before his dick hardend again and the whole thing began again.