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"Well, it seems so, little Itoshi. "Go ahead and answer! 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. "and they don't bite. Rin might be proud, but he recognized those who surpassed him in talent and skill, and that guy was of the new world generation, a category that his despicable brother was in. However, how was he to know that the boy would be so irritable? "To my mind, you're one of those barking dogs" Lacking of any sense of shame, the cornered young man exhaled loudly before proceeding. Excuse me this my room manhwa. "Excuse me, at what point did my professional life become a matter of your importance? Notes: If readers ask, then my job is to deliver what they want. The edge of the long and curved nails was his limit, because he was directly hurting him. It was venom; poisonous words covered with icing, as the prodigy forward revealed more of his teeth, almost presenting the fangs as a snake-like threat to the younger one. "We'll have a proper conversation another time. " To get away from Kaiser would be more accurate, actually.
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. Finally, a huge tattoo of a blue rose confirms to him —once again— that, to his dismay, he is standing in front of the player he least wanted to see: Michael Kaiser. Did the other boy feel the same way?
Isagi Yoichi couldn't stand it. 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 instinctive dexterity with which he touched Isagi was something that only came with him. Knowing that his back was against the wall, Kaiser raised both arms, resigned. Typical of his teasing attitude, Kaiser waited for some response from the striker. If Isagi's brain was searching for answers to Rin's actions, the warmth throughout his body overtook it, clouding his judgment accordingly. "Don't tell me you're scared now, are you planning to retreat before fighting, Yoichi? That was a battle that, at his current level, meant inevitable defeat. Once again, Kaiser imposed his figure. Excuse me this my room manga blog. The boy is not making any effort to withdraw, he is motionless and just looks at him. Without considering answering Itoshi, the jet had his doubts as well. The issues between Isagi and Kaiser met that requirement, so it was illogical for Rin to intervene. The blond's dubious gaze made Kaiser shorten the distance, beyond the limits accepted by Japanese society.
Was it a mockery of him, a belittlement of his aptitude as a soccer player? He receives no reaction from the man named. Without much thought, Rin brings his hand closer to the one clinging to his clothes. Above all, the biggest question was where he placed him, Itoshi Rin, the nickname of little Itoshi. The jet is surprised, the green-haired man's orbs belittle him. He was contemptuous and offensive, the tone of his voice reflecting disgust and contempt towards the shorter of the two.
It's too careful and neat, with delicate movements. Resting his bright eyes on the smaller one and imposing his figure, the German —without any prior warning— grabbed Isagi's chin tightly, slender but firm fingers fixing a position. Michael growled, bringing the sapphire-eyed boy's face up to within inches of his own with his hand. You're pathetic, Isagi. " The grip on Isagi's wrist became tighter and tighter and smothering.... And he didn't like it. Much more than a growl, the taller one roared. However, this was not Isagi Yoichi, a rather short young man among the Blue Lock members and whose physique was barely better than average. He looked up to confirm the identity of who he thought was the new subject, but was only met by someone behind his back. He needed more than his damned tongue biting at his ear. Isagi fell silent and opted for another way.
"It's none of your business. A manipulator capable of evoking the most unexpected and emotion-filled reactions from Rin. "That's not important. " I'd say you owe me a conversation.
He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what he wants to do. Even if it's nothing, I really like this. His skin bristled and his lips went dry; Itoshi Rin had spoken his name. Rin thought he adored this sight and insisted, this time keeping his eyes on the other. Besides Itoshi Rin, no one —. "Let me tell you that this is a matter between me and Yoichi, little Itoshi. " Between the struggles and Kaiser's tenacity to keep holding him against his will, the blond pulled back with all his strength, pushing the blond with extreme violence while his own body moved away in the opposite direction.
A minute passes before the jet expresses any words, he persists in his action of looking at Rin. The green-haired boy averts his gaze for a few moments before focusing on Isagi's hand. He doesn't do it violently, not like that time, instead, the first touch between the two is delicate, with an Itoshi Rin was asking for permission to proceed with his touch. A violent grip that —almost— you could say sought to hurt him if he kept squirming in it, but Isagi couldn't help it: he disliked it. The jet was literally between a sword, Rin, and the wall.
"It didn't look like a conversation at all. The striker continued, "Why did you show up? He declared in a falsely soft voice. Isagi's anger escaped between his words. Worse was if he considered that this embarrassing nickname wasn't even original, but directly stolen from the German, from a player who got too close to him and wouldn't leave him alone no matter the constant rejection. His dark greenish locks, fine features and body polished by daily training were the mark of an exceptional player. Like a person on the edge of his nerves, his instinct made him react. Kaiser grabbed Yoichi's face again, with a lack of gentleness that could even leave marks on the young boy. Unlike the first occasion, where he was indeed in a weakened state, Isagi Yoichi does not give in easily and tries an excuse of counterattack. No, he was someone else. Tension rose between the two players, each rising and imposing himself on the other.
Was he getting turned on by it? Where's the little kid who dared to challenge me? " I'm not pathetic and it's not my fault that Kaiser is so obsessed with me. " He was blinded by the thought that Isagi, in his most recent match against Manshine, had shown the world that his goal was to surpass Michael Kaiser.