#this is very self indulgent. it shows but anyway laugh love live yoichi. man yoichi....

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notes: it's due time for an isagi induced brainrot. do you miss our prime time bbgirl. also he is an aries infj. i will call that interesting. those are the thoughts for this one. warning: none, just isagi as smitten very whipped bf as a good listener.

isagi yoichi loves listening to you.

he has never been the one who talks most of the time, it came naturally to him. he grew up shy, then he was someone who accommodates others first before anything, and at some point, it just became an old habit that died hard.

isagi doesn't exactly hate it. he dares say that his capabilities as a listener often help him in his playmaking. and most of the time, he is surrounded by a bunch of rowdy ones who do more than enough to fill up the silence.

but, in the way he could remember almost everything that comes out of your mouth, in the way that he could tell the slightest difference in your tone, and in the way he knows every single detail of your expression.

he is also self-aware enough to know it is different when it comes to you.

it might be your voice or your choice of words, or maybe it could be the overwhelming desire to know about you as much as you will allow him—isagi doesn't really know, actually. what he actually knows is that whenever you have his attention—it could be a tug on his sleeve, a head leaning into his shoulder, a call of his name—isagi knows that his attention would be on you within a heartbeat. some of his friends tease him for it already. saying if in the field his head is all soccer, out of it then it's just you, you, and you.

he should probably feel more embarrassed about it.

yet every time he hears your voice, every time he feels you slotting yourself beside him like a long-gone part, and every time his eyes meet yours, it is hard not to just make sure he listens to everything. he wants to know what you like, what you dislike, what is hidden in between your tones, and what you want to say to him.

call him dedicated, call him smitten.

but he gets more of you for himself, so who is the winner here?

"How was your day?" Yoichi wastes no time asking you the moment his head lays on your lap.

Hearing that, you give him a humored scoff, whilst your fingers reach down to tangle themselves gently with his hair. "You are the one who just went on a three-day training trip. Shouldn't it be me asking you that?"

A boyish smile found its form on his lips. Then, he laughs, a bit awkwardly yet merrily, as he presses his face to your stomach. "Is that so?"

"What do you think?" you say with hum.

"Even when I really want to hear about yours first?" Yoichi asks once again, his eyes not leaving yours as creases made of happiness and fondness appear around them. It is a look you cannot deny, the two of you know. The egoist is playing unfair.

Therefore, knowing your inescapable defeat, you give him a half-hearted glare. "You really are something, sometimes, you know," you chide, watching the way his grin grows wider.

"I know," Yoichi says, unhesitant and shameless. Everyone already knows he wants to know everything about you and that is how he wants it to be. What should he hide it for?

As you sigh and massage his scalp gently, Yoichi looks at you and teasingly squishes the tip of your nose, "So, how was your day?"