Somewhere in these eyes, I'm on your side. (Are you?)

pretty eyes and denied challenges. *sighs*

Somewhere in these eyes,
I'm on your side
(Are you?)

Yoga's been good.

Even though he doesn't want to admit, he might say, to the dark of his brain, that yeah, Isagi's presence isn't as irritating as he thought.

Well. He's used to it, now.

Used to another breathing pattern, there's more sound, other thoughts and.

Just having another person here.

There.

It's oddly good in a way, because now there's always two water bottles, Isagi tries his best to keep going with him.

Even when Rin does some absurd movements, Isagi's still there.

It's kinda nice.

Kinda a routine.

And Rin thinks it's weird that Isagi doesn't seem to want to bring anyone here.

(Here, to their...)
(Their...)
(Thing?)

But he knows that he's thankful for it. He wouldn't want anyone here.

Anyone, but Yoichi.

And the realization hits him just as he knows Yoichi's entered the room: light steps and light breathing.

Rin's sure he's smiling.

(Rin almost does, too.)

"Hey, Rin," Isagi begins, a little out of breath. Doesn't look like he's gonna continue.

But Itoshi waits anyways.

And this is other thing he's getting used to: wait for Isagi in any way. Not that he'd let go of his pride, of course not, but... He waited, as patiently as he could. Even though, he thinks, Isagi wouldn't notice and, if he did, might say that that's just Rin being a weirdo.

"Yeah?" He answers, calmly, breathing slow as his body ajusted to the new pose.

He didn't like to talk much while doing, in fact, the new poses, but here he was. Waiting for Yoichi.

He sighs.

"Wanna do it tomorrow too?"

Rin rolls his eyes before speaking, "I don't think that now you'd need an invitation or my consent to come here."

"No, no. I'm saying like..." There's a pause. Yoichi's still out of breath. Do they need to make a pause? Fuck, they never needed one. "After the training tomorrow, you tell me when you're coming so I'll know, like, when you're here."

"What," he blinks. Changes position again, now looking straight at Isagi, stretching his arms. "But you already do it. What's going to change, anyway?"

Yoichi's the one who sighs now. Almost cute, Rin thinks.

"Because then we'd arrive together, idiot," he says, as if obvious. ...Was it?

"Tsk," he muttered, shaking his head. "Yeah, ok. If your dumb brain thinks that you can start at the same time as me, it'll be good to see you fail."

He grins.

Isagi does, too.

Obviously.

It's wide and there's some mean thing going on there, but Rin can't complain, he knows his own smile is, too, mean.

But what gets him is the eyes.

How, even though Yoichi's smiles are somehow mean and beautifully (and hurtfully) bright, he couldn't focus on them for too long, because there was other thing as bright as sun: