"Black and white." You held your phone up to show Isagi a couple wearing a matching black and white suit and dress. He was leaning against the railing along the roof, and you sat in front of him with your back resting on his chest as the two of you shared your lunch. He had been so focused on setting up for everything, he forgot to get a lunch of his own.
"How about black and blue or white and blue?" He asked, and you frowned.
"Shouldn't it be my favorite color?" You asked, and Isagi raised a brow.
"And what's your favorite color?" Isagi asked, and you huffed.
"Blue."
"Exactly." The two of you laughed as you continued to scroll through dress ideas.
"Wanna go dress shopping after school?" You asked, and Isagi frowned.
"We have practice today," he said. "Did you forget—"
"I don't want to go," you admitted. "I'm thinking of resigning as manager. It's the position's fault that I got attacked. Reo's fan girls and fan girls of the other players got jealous of the attention I was getting, and that's how it happened."
"But that's not their fault—"
"I know, okay? I just don't..." you sighed. "I don't want it to happen again, especially knowing that if the principal is paid enough, I'll get in trouble no matter what." Isagi sighed, wanting to say something to convince you otherwise but knowing that you had a point. He held your hand that held the spoon, scooping up some food and taking a bite.
"I'll support you no matter what," he said. "But it's not just me. The others are really looking forward to having you at practice." You lowered your head.

I'm sure they are.

"I'm not going to overthink it," you said dismissively, leaning back against the striker. You were enjoying this moment with him, and you didn't want the thought of practice to ruin it. Isagi sighed, relishing in the triumph of finally holding you in his arms. The two of you were so busy enjoying each other, you didn't notice the purple-haired male at the bottom of the steps, eyes dull and almost lifeless after hearing your words, wishing he could go and kill those girls all over again for scaring you away from him.

"There's my favorite nurse." You felt hands on your shoulder, but you didn't have to turn around to recognize the person behind you.
"Hello, Bachira," you sighed. You were on your way to the exit, but you could feel him trying to tug you back in the direction of the stadium.
"It's been so lonely here without you," he whined. "I feel like my ankle's gonna fall off!"
"There's nothing wrong with your ankle," you assured as you removed his hands from your shoulder. "I need to catch up on the work I missed, so I won't be able to go to practice today." Bachira frowned sadly.
"Aw, can't that wait until later? We really need you!" You lowered your head as you tried to remember Isagi's words.

It wasn't their fault...It's not his fault.

But still...

You frowned, beginning to grow annoyed at his nagging.
"I said I have work to do," you snapped, and the male flinched, smile finally dropping under your glare. You couldn't help but feel bad, but your lingering anger from the attack took over as you spoke. You didn't want to deal with girls like them anymore, and if this is what it took to remain unbothered, then so be it.
"All of you have been so annoying today. Quit acting like you're depending on me or something when you met me just a few months ago." You turned to walk away, but as you did, you heard his voice again. This time, the playfulness was gone.

"You shouldn't worry about those girls anymore," he assured. "They've been taken care of." You stood there with your back towards him as a sudden wave of nausea hit you.

What was he talking about? What did he do?

Something about his voice scared you. It was low and void of any emotion. It was almost robotic, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn and face him. All your questions died on your tongue as you rushed out of the school.

Two days before the winter formal.

Isagi shivered at the thought, but you were too busy to be nervous as you examined the finished tuxedo that you ordered. It was a dark blue jacket with a black vest and pants. Isagi watched as you circled around him in your dress, too busy making sure he looked good to even admire yourself.
"You know, Y/n, I think I can—"
"No, you can't." Isagi was shocked by your cut-off, and you took it upon yourself to elaborate. "You know good and well, you can't dress worth a damn. If your vest was inside out and your jacket was on backward, you'd probably think it was normal and walk right out of here looking like that." Isagi chuckled sheepishly. He was known for his soccer skills, not his fashion sense. He looked you up and down. Your dress highlighted all your curves and the color — his color highlighted your skin perfectly. He couldn't wait to see the finishing touches that your makeup and accessories would add to it. 

"Everything looks fine," you said before finally turning to look in the mirror at yourself. Before you could make any conclusions, you felt Isagi approach you from behind, adjusting the ribbon on the back.
"No need to even look at this point," he said. "You've circled around me enough times for me to see that this dress looks perfect on you." You smiled, running your hands over his.
"You better thank me," you said. "I'm the one paying for all of this since your broke ass doesn't have time for a job," you lowered your voice to mock him as Isagi helped you unzip your dress, face turning red as he tried to avert his gaze while you changed back into your regular clothes.
"I have to train, Y/n," he said. "And by the time I finish with that, it's dark, and it's not like I'm broke, I just don't have the money to buy these expensive clothes. You're the one who wanted designer."
"Yeah, yeah."

You playfully brushed off Isagi's excuses as you paid for the dress and tuxedo before leaving. Once again, you and Isagi were walking around the shopping district. This time, Isagi had taken it upon himself to buy whatever accessories you wanted. Afterward, the two of you got takeout and returned to your house.

"This stuff is perfect," you said as you took your food out of your bag. "I never thought I'd be excited for any type of dance. I bet I'll win best dressed—" You stopped once you felt hands wrap around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you felt the striker trail kisses along your neck.
"Thanking you for the tuxedo," he replied, grinning at the gasp you let out when he bit down on the nape of your neck. His hands were warm, and the comfort of it calmed your racing thoughts as you slowly turned to face him. The moment you did, his lips smashed against yours, teeth clashing against each other as he kissed you with such overwhelming hunger, t made you wonder how long he'd been waiting for this. Your knees grew weak as his tongue wrapped around yours, sucking on it greedily. Your head spun. You would've stumbled back if it weren't for his hand around your waist. He pulled away, biting your bottom lip softly as he pushed you to walk backward until you fell onto the plush cushions of the couch. Isagi towered over your form, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded, in turn, made his darken with lust. Any nervousness he felt was clouded by his desire. He had been waiting for this for so long, and now he refused to disappoint. He climbed on top of you, kissing your neck once again.
"Y-Yoichi—"
"It's okay," he whispered, recognizing the fear in your voice as his hands went to your leggings. "We can take it slow." You relaxed, knowing in your heart that he'd be the one to treat you right. He unzipped your jacket and pulled your shirt off, and you pressed the back of your hand as he trailed gentle kisses down from your neck. You didn't realize that his tight grip on your hips was from the restraint he was exercising as he kissed down from your neck to the valley in between your breasts and down to your stomach. Every kiss made you tense, having never felt such touches before. You tried to sneak a glance down at him, only to quickly look away in embarrassment when your eyes met.
"Are you okay?" His blue eyes looking up at you made you squirm, and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you nodded.
"Who knew you could be so shy, Y/n?" he smirked, pulling your hand down from your mouth and running it through his hair, pulling it from his face. "Guess I'll just have to find a way to make you moan as much as you talk, hm?" You felt his breath against your heat which was now only covered by your soaked thin pair of underwear. He pressed his mouth against it, and your breath hitched at the warmth of his tongue against your clit, only being separated by the thin piece of clothing. Your thighs twitched and trembled with anticipation. He probably wouldn't even need to remove the panties to make you cum at this rate.

"Yoichi, what are you—"
"Want more?" He asked, watching you whine as he pulled away completely. "Then ask for it." As happy as he was to have you, he couldn't help but want to tease a little bit, and his pride as well as his cock swelled as he watched your eyes widen. You averted your gaze.
"Please 'ichi—"
"Look at me." You flinched at his voice, laced with so much lust and desire it was almost unrecognizable, still, you forced yourself to look down at him, and this time the intensity of his gaze held you there. "C'mon Y/n, you know how to get what you want. Now let me hear you." You shivered at the command. You closed your legs around him, using the hand in his hair to guide him closer to you.
"Please 'ichi...please touch me..."
"So vague," Isagi said as he finally slid your panties off. "But as inexperienced as you are, that's probably the best you can do." He kissed your throbbing clit, watching as you stuttered in embarrassment at the mention of your lack of experience. "Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know." He dove in before you could even prepare yourself, sucking your clit with the hunger of someone starved. He made out with it like it was you, kissing it passionately and flicking his tongue over it teasingly. He pressed a final to it before pulling away, and you whimpered as you felt two of his fingers running up and down your folds, coating them in your juices before slowly slipping inside of you, the thickness of just two of them filling you up more than you'd ever done on your own. Isagi watched you gasp and bite your lip to contain your moans. 
"It's alright, darling," he said, pressing his mouth to you once more. "Just gotta get you ready for me." He thrust his two fingers while resuming his attack on your clit. Your head was spinning. Everything felt so slow and fast, and hot. You could feel something strange in your stomach, and while you knew exactly what it was, the strength of it scared you, and the third finger Isagi added only made it stronger.
"Yoichi!" You cried, tugging at his hair. "Yoichi, I'm—" You were cut off by a whine as he pulled away. He smirked at you, chin dripping in your essence as he stood up. 
"Want you to cum on my cock first," he said, and you watched nervously as he finally freed his aching cock that had been left neglected until now. You shrunk back, legs instinctively closing as you wondered how something that thick would fit.
"Don't be shy now," he assured. "Prepped you nice and well for me. All you have to do is relax, 'kay?" He grabbed your ankles and you let him pull them apart as he lined himself up with you. He looked down to see tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. Your thighs trembled in his grasp, and he did his best to run his hands over them soothingly. You looked up to see him smiling down at you, with no lust, no want, just pure love and adoration as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.
"It's okay," he said as he slowly pushed himself inside. You gasped at the stretch, but Isagi swallowed your moans with a kiss until he bottomed out. He didn't thrust, merely rolling his hips to let you get used to it and pulling away only when he heard you let out a breathy moan.
"You ready?" He asked, and you nodded, and he started off with slow deep thrusts, watching your face contort with pleasure. 
"That's it, that's my girl," he praised, feeling your warm walls clench his cock, sucking him in. "Feel good?"
"Y...Yeah," you moaned out, and Isagi took the initiative to go faster, guiding your hand that he was holding to press against your clit. You keened, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Isagi helped you massage slow circles, and again you felt that tight knot in your stomach.
"Hah...'ichi," you moaned, the other arm reaching to claw at his back, pulling you closer to him.
" 'm here, angel...It's okay...Let go for me." His words along with his touches finally pushed you over the edge and your vision went white as you came around his cock. Isagi continued thrusting until you whined, pushing him away as the pleasurable sting of overstimulation began to set in and he pulled out, picking you up and maneuvering you to lie on top of him as he lay on the couch.
"That was my first time," you muttered breathlessly, and Isagi smiled, feeling more proud than any soccer goal could have ever brought him at the fact that he was your first.
"So does this mean I can finally call you mine?" He asked, feeling as if this was too good to be true. You raised your head as if thinking it over before laughing as you laid your head on his chest.
"I guess."