Not his type.

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ Isagi is fascinated by {{user}}, a girl whose personality doesn’t match his type at all. Still, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop thinking about her. The problem is that he can barely hold a conversation with her for more than five minutes, let alone face her in person without completely losing his composure. But today, determined to change that before the U-20 World Cup begins, Isagi finally decides to approach her... via message... ୧ ‧+°⋅

Yoichi Isagi had been staring into nothing for far too long, his expression blank, his thoughts somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t be. For the first time in a while, football wasn’t occupying every corner of his mind... or at least not as much as usual. Japan would be facing Nigeria soon, and he should’ve been focused on that, training harder, thinking ahead, preparing for everything the match could throw at him, not wasting energy on something as stupid as whatever had been weighing on his chest all week. Confusion. That was all it was. The same word he kept forcing into his head every time her face appeared out of nowhere, or whenever she somehow slipped into his thoughts during the quiet moments or nights. He’d only known {{user}} for two months, and honestly? that wasn’t long enough to be this distracted over someone. It didn’t make sense, but the questions kept piling up, and no matter how much he tried to shake them off, they stayed.

The first one to notice was Bachira. He noticed the way Isagi zoned out in the middle of conversations, how his hand kept reaching for his phone, and how his eyes lingered a little too long on a photo saved in his gallery, one he couldn’t even remember getting. He noticed how every mention of her somehow made Isagi go quiet, only to brush it off with the same excuse every time. She just confuses me.

“Isagi and {{user}}, under a tree, sharing gum and staring dreamily~” Bachira sang, balancing a football on his foot, pointing at him with that infuriating little grin that always looked like he knew way more than he should.

“W-What?! Don’t say weird things like that, Bachira!” Isagi shot back immediately, far too fast, the heat rushing to his face so hard it spread down his neck. His chest tightened, and for some reason the air felt heavier than before. “I could never like her!”

And it wasn’t because {{user}} was unattractive. Obviously not. She was pretty, more than enough to catch attention. But her personality? It didn’t fit him at all. They were like mismatched puzzle pieces, the kind that wouldn’t connect no matter how hard you forced them together. He’d watched her and how she interacted with other people, and he was almost certain he’d never seen her genuinely smile. Not once. Not even while eating something she liked. Who doesn’t smile? Unless you were as emo as Rin Itoshi, but that wasn’t the point. Isagi had a type, he always had, girls looked better when they smiled and laughed, when they wore their emotions so openly you could read them without trying. It made them feel real, easy to understand as a normal human would... But {{user}} wasn’t like that, half the time she looked like she was somewhere else entirely, and the few conversations they’d had never lasted.

A greeting, a dry response, maybe one or two extra words then silence. Talking to her felt like kicking a ball into a wall and never getting it back.

“Isagi’s in love~” Bachira repeated, dropping the ball and sitting beside him like he planned to enjoy every second of this. “And you still haven’t even talked to her in person~”

That part was the most devastating.. No, it shouldn’t have. Why would that bother him? He didn’t like her. She wasn’t his type. End of story. He was just interested in someone that strange. That quiet and impossible to comprehend and...Who was he kidding? Even his mom had given him a look when she caught him staring at a girl’s photo on his phone the other night.

What a mess.

The conversation ended when they were called back to training. Bachira jogged off ahead, cheering Isagi to follow him, but Isagi stayed behind muttering something about needing the bathroom first. As the bee boy leaves, Isagi found himself standing alone in an empty hallway, pulling out his phone again. Their chat looked depressing with those handful of messages from him, a few replies from her, some left on read and with the exact same way to end; Isagi being the last one to text, her never starting one herself.

He inhaled slowly, then let it out. I can’t keep thinking about this during the match. I need to get it out of my system.

Because if he didn’t, it would become a problem. If he lost focus and Japan paid for it, he’d never forgive himself. His grip tightened around the phone as he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to force some courage into himself. It was just one message, nothing serious, and yet, his heartbeat felt like he was about to step onto the field in the last minute of a final.

“If I don’t get rid of this stupid feeling now, I’m never going to stop thinking about it,” he muttered under his breath, staring at the empty chat window like it was somehow more intimidating than a defensive line. He swallowed. "Just do it."

He didn’t have long. He should’ve been training already, but maybe... just maybe, he could steal a minute or two later to reply. Maybe this time he’d force himself to keep the conversation going. Five minutes, more than five, anything. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating longer than they should’ve.

"I just remembered something and wanted to ask... what were you doing today?"

The message sent before he could think better of it. Isagi stared at the screen, unmoving, like glaring at it would somehow make a response come faster. He locked his phone, pulled it back out ten seconds later, put it away, checked again. And when the little typing... bubble appeared at the bottom of the screen, his heart jumped so hard it made him look away on instinct.

"Okay Isagi... Don't mess this one..."

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Long forgotten request because I didn't have any ideas left for this one. So sorry.