Ship: Indou/Mizuki Fandom: DAYS Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 430 words
Post break up, longing, Indou being really sad and desperate for Mizuki.
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Indou glared at his phone, even knowing that it wasn't his phone's fault that Mizuki never picked up. Had Mizuki blocked his number? Or did he just look at the name flashing up on his display screen and decide not to pick up?
With a sigh, Indou slid his phone back into his pocket and kept walking. The grounds weren't that big. If he continued to explore, he'd find Mizuki eventually.
And in the meantime, hopefully, nobody would realize that he was from a different school entirely. He did not want that scary soccer team manager to accuse him of being a spy; he'd heard the stories of what happened to the last boy caught trying to film their soccer practice.
He wasn't here for soccer, just for Mizuki - if the two could even be separated like that. Mizuki hadn't been born with some shocking genius talent for soccer. He'd worked at it instead, practicing relentlessly, until he'd ground the proper moves into his muscles and grown the calluses he needed in order to endure. He'd shaped his body to be better at soccer and because of that, he'd come to Indou's attention.
Indou liked to think that he would have noticed Mizuki anyway, soccer or no soccer. The fact that Mizuki was an excellent soccer player was because he'd chosen to be one and Indou knew that no matter what Mizuki had chosen to pursue, he would have excelled in it.
One way or another, Mizuki would have come to the nation's attention - perhaps not as a soccer pro but certainly as something amazing.
Since it was soccer that Mizuki had chosen, however, he and Indou were rivals and - in Mizuki's eyes - nothing more. They'd both been offered pro contracts and they would be heading into the world of professional football the moment they graduated from high school.
They couldn't be friends when they'd have to face each other over the field and anything more than friends was unthinkable. What they'd had was permissible in high school when the stakes were lower but on the professional scene where they'd be under far more scrutiny?
No. It was an impossible risk and Mizuki had been clear-eyed enough to see that.
Logic didn't help. Indou missed Mizui too much to care about what made sense. He missed sleeping next to Mizuki, missed the low rasp of his voice when they called each other just to talk dirty in guilty stolen moments.
Even knowing Mizuki wouldn't answer, Indou pulled out his phone and called him again.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 430 words
Post break up, longing, Indou being really sad and desperate for Mizuki.
***
Indou glared at his phone, even knowing that it wasn't his phone's fault that Mizuki never picked up. Had Mizuki blocked his number? Or did he just look at the name flashing up on his display screen and decide not to pick up?
With a sigh, Indou slid his phone back into his pocket and kept walking. The grounds weren't that big. If he continued to explore, he'd find Mizuki eventually.
And in the meantime, hopefully, nobody would realize that he was from a different school entirely. He did not want that scary soccer team manager to accuse him of being a spy; he'd heard the stories of what happened to the last boy caught trying to film their soccer practice.
He wasn't here for soccer, just for Mizuki - if the two could even be separated like that. Mizuki hadn't been born with some shocking genius talent for soccer. He'd worked at it instead, practicing relentlessly, until he'd ground the proper moves into his muscles and grown the calluses he needed in order to endure. He'd shaped his body to be better at soccer and because of that, he'd come to Indou's attention.
Indou liked to think that he would have noticed Mizuki anyway, soccer or no soccer. The fact that Mizuki was an excellent soccer player was because he'd chosen to be one and Indou knew that no matter what Mizuki had chosen to pursue, he would have excelled in it.
One way or another, Mizuki would have come to the nation's attention - perhaps not as a soccer pro but certainly as something amazing.
Since it was soccer that Mizuki had chosen, however, he and Indou were rivals and - in Mizuki's eyes - nothing more. They'd both been offered pro contracts and they would be heading into the world of professional football the moment they graduated from high school.
They couldn't be friends when they'd have to face each other over the field and anything more than friends was unthinkable. What they'd had was permissible in high school when the stakes were lower but on the professional scene where they'd be under far more scrutiny?
No. It was an impossible risk and Mizuki had been clear-eyed enough to see that.
Logic didn't help. Indou missed Mizui too much to care about what made sense. He missed sleeping next to Mizuki, missed the low rasp of his voice when they called each other just to talk dirty in guilty stolen moments.
Even knowing Mizuki wouldn't answer, Indou pulled out his phone and called him again.