After all, you swooned like a young girl in a soap opera. " One of his hands rested on his waist as he analyzed from head to toe the boy standing between the two players. "Excuse me, at what point did my professional life become a matter of your importance? Excuse me it is my room oremanga. Something to be expected from the German, he thinks. You're pathetic, Isagi. " His unconscious brought up comparisons that, at that very moment, he didn't want to analyze. Or, Isagi has a nasty run-in with Kaiser and Rin is upset. "Let me tell you that this is a matter between me and Yoichi, little Itoshi. " Without much thought, Rin brings his hand closer to the one clinging to his clothes.
The pupils of his eyes contracted, a bead of sweat trickled down from his temple to the back of his neck. Above all, the biggest question was where he placed him, Itoshi Rin, the nickname of little Itoshi. Excuse me this my room manga read. Rin remained silent, his features demanding that Isagi not continue to insist, but even he was unable to completely tame the boy. Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness. His skin bristled and his lips went dry; Itoshi Rin had spoken his name.
Now, with the sight of Isagi's ruddy face denied, he sought a new resource, something else that might bring new answers. The tension over Rin's opinion on the matter was what kept Isagi silent, he lacked the guts to go and demand the boy with blue-green orbs an explanation to whatever that had been. The wet, soft muscle snapped him out of his trance. The German, having watched the boy for a few seconds longer, smiled. Excuse me this is my room manga. Sure, everyone within Blue Lock possessed their particular brand of selfishness, but Isagi was different: his insatiable hunger was not limited to football, but understood to much more, even what he himself did not understand. He wonders deep in the back of his mind.
He couldn't let go and he was getting nervous about it. However, there was one exception. This closeness was uncommon between the duo and, even with that, the jet was familiar with the sensation: the radiation of Itoshi's body and his flawless figure. "And you couldn't stop him? I'd say you owe me a conversation. "I don't think Ego would agree to this kind of encounter. What do you think then, Yoichi? The jet was literally between a sword, Rin, and the wall. Isagi doesn't even manage to inhale enough air to answer. Like a person on the edge of his nerves, his instinct made him react. On the other hand, and unconsciously, he began to rub his right wrist, seeking relief. Direct sequel to Infirmary Meetings, work that had a spectacular reception and that I didn't even expect. However, how was he to know that the boy would be so irritable?
â—‡Reminder that English is not my native language and I use a translator to publish my works, if there is any wrong pronoun, I apologize. Kaiser wanted Yoichi to see it, he needed to face this boy who made a fool of him in his own play where he was the protagonist. "What the hell is wrong with you? In turn, he approached with graceful steps; his left hand rested on his waist. Tension rose between the two players, each rising and imposing himself on the other. Yes, he was grateful to the younger boy for his... help with Kaiser, but there was no reason for Rin to be so irritated. The oblivious grin and playful glower that adorned him reminded him of how they had ended up in their closest encounter, with the memory of heat and gasps and breaths and-. But I just wanted to have a friendly conversation, Yoichi. This situation was the perfect example, with his body demanding something he could not assimilate but sensed that Rin, and only Rin, would be able to grant him. He began to walk away from the two Blue Lock members until he reached the entrance to the room. An imposing, intimidating presence that Isagi Yoichi recognized instantly.
The boy is not making any effort to withdraw, he is motionless and just looks at him. Isagi nods and Rin does not resist. Was it ecstatic at the thought of you beating me? He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what he wants to do. That's when he senses an opening; he, like the novice he is, thinks it's his chance to advance. Michael growled, bringing the sapphire-eyed boy's face up to within inches of his own with his hand. "Go ahead and answer! It was no longer warmth he felt. Ah, that's what he meant. He admits, letting himself go. Not with these attitudes and behaviors that did nothing but scare him away and wanted him as far away from him as possible.
Kaiser grabbed Yoichi's face again, with a lack of gentleness that could even leave marks on the young boy. He declared in a falsely soft voice. He had been on edge to uncharacteristic levels and the mere disappearance of the German's presence brought him relief. "A-Ah... Rin, what are you—". He looked up to confirm the identity of who he thought was the new subject, but was only met by someone behind his back. "What's the matter, Yoichi, can't you let go? " And bite he did, focusing mostly on the upper area: the helix. Once again, Kaiser imposed his figure. The boy with blue-green orbs noticed this and, as if he knew he had to end this, he spoke. Again, erratic behavior by the boy's standards. The blond's dubious gaze made Kaiser shorten the distance, beyond the limits accepted by Japanese society. A thread, thin but shiny, binds their lips together. He kisses him, sucks him and ravages the shorter one with all his energies; he uses his hands to shorten the distance between them, one behind his back and the other behind his neck, his leg gets between the boy's two and increases the pressure.
He didn't understand why this guy was so obsessed with him and wouldn't leave him alone. A new factor, a new force made its presence felt in front of the jet Japanese and the blond German. Knowing that his back was against the wall, Kaiser raised both arms, resigned.