Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome [RESERVED]

[aibiki_no_love]

Title: Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome [RESERVED]
Setting: Saturday, 1:40 p.m., local basketball court
Characters: Morimoto Ryutarou & Nakajima Yuuto
Rating: PG

Sometimes, he thought life hated him and was against him. He tried not to give what happened yesterday night a second thought, Yuuto really did, but thus far, he hadn’t been able to. That night was

Comments

[x_chibisuke]

Ryutarou knew that sound. The sound of as basketball hitting the hoop with a clang, before bouncing onto the ground with a thud. The hoop would ring just slightly, an irritating sharp buzzing noise. The sound was all to familiar to him, for him not to know.

Recognizing no footsteps running after the ball, he stopped in place. And without looking up form the pavement, blinked when the ball rolled to a stop at his foot. A moment of silence, before Ryutarou bent down and picked it up. Pulling up his head, he saw a figure lying on the floor. Squinting, Ryutarou found something familiar about the male.

Standing up, Ryutarou walked over to him. And grinned, when he realized it was Yuuto-kun. Now hovering just over him, his shadow covering Yuuto-kun's face, Ryutarou bent down and smiled. "Hello, Yuuto-kun."

[aibiki_no_love]

Thud, thud, thud. The ball came to a stop, presumably rolling off somewhere. Had to get up and find it sometime later, he though vaguely, staring at the sky and being slightly upset. Hadn’t talked to Mio, things didn’t go well with Suzuki-chan, and…oh god. He still refused to believe that had happened. The whole turning into a girl thing, that had to be some sort of hallucination from his stressed mind. It had to be.

But everything else felt real enough, the costumes, the dancing, her, if it was a stressed-induced hallucination it was a pretty good one. Suddenly remembering that skipping cram school meant he couldn’t ask Saihara whether or not he was sane, Yuuto cursed, reaching for his phone when a shadowy figure stood overcast over him.

“Oh, hey, Ryuu-kun. Lovely day isn’t it?” he spoke automatically, smiling. Honestly though, he was a bit irritated, and not in the mood. But what’s one to do in a situation like this?

[x_chibisuke]

Ryutarou poked at Yuuto-kun's cheek. "Lovely day?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is it now?" he trailed off. Standing up with the basketball still in hand, Ryutarou stared down onto the usually taller man. "With me skipping cram school and all, I'm practically homeless at the moment." With a small smile, Ryutarou held out an offering hand.

The Yuuto-kun that wanted to go to Keio, skipping cram school. Ryutarou thought it wasn't like him. But Ryutarou was standing there, skipping cram school. It wasn't like himself either. He had did it on the spur of the moment, only because he suddenly didn't feel like going today. But what about Yuuto-kun? Probably has something bothering him, Ryutarou concluded.

But he decided not to ask. Only because he didn't feel like speaking a couple of more words.

[aibiki_no_love]

Pushing up from the ground, Yuuto yawned, sitting seiza and gesturing for Eyuutaro to return him his basketball. “Yes, lovely day,” he responded with his trademark smile. The lie made a sickening pit in his stomach, and Yuuto had to force himself not to grimace at it.. The day was far from lovely, it wasn’t even content. It should be shot in the face, tied in a bag, and thrown into the river, or something equally sadistic. “Homeless? Hey, you can always stop by my house.”

Frowning lightly as the fact that the younger had skipped cram school, he shook his head disapprovingly. “Why are you skipping cram school? High school entrance exams are important, you know,” he muttered, not caring to add the fact that he was doing exactly the same. Stretching like a lazy cat, he sat there for a few more moments before taking Ryutarou’s hand, standing upright.

“You might end up like the half-drunk, half-asleep salary men on the train if you do that too often, Ryuu-kun,” though he was teasing, in all seriousness, he was slightly worried.

[x_chibisuke]

Ryutarou raised an eyebrow, "You sure about that? Doesn't seem like you're having a lovely day." There, he said it. Now, if Yuuto-kun wants to open up his heart and pour out what's bothering him into words, Ryutarou decided he would gladly spend his time listening. Not like there's anything else for him to do.

"Your house?" Ryutarou echoed Yuuto-kun. "Nahh, don't want your mother calling up mine, and telling the lady I'm cutting," Ryutarou said, waving aside the idea. Taking note of the small frown, if it even was, playing on Yuuto-kun's face, Ryutarou laughed when he shook his head. Disapprovingly, from what Ryutarou had to guess.

"Don't lecture me, you're skipping too. Aren't college entrance exams more important, Mister. Future-Keio."

Pulling Yuuto-kun up, Ryutarou stuffed the basketball he was holding, of which Yuuto-kun was asking for back just moments ago, back into his arms. "As long as the salary's okay, I don't think I would mind much."

[aibiki_no_love]

“Just, things,” he replied vaguely, taking the ball and dribbling once more. “I don’t know how to explain it.” Not even trying anymore, he aimed and shot. The effortless attempt resulted in a two pointer. Now that, that made him want to scream. “And you know my parents don’t care about that. As long as you don’t break things.” True, his mother was lax on really caring about what his friends did. Only when he was doing it did it matter at all.

He gave Ryutarou something akin to a glare, but not quite, and sighed. “I’m president of the student body, team captain, and I’ve ranked first since I was in kindergarten, give a guy a break, Ryuu-kun,” Yuuto replied mildly, retrieving the ball and shooting once more, watching the ball stumble its way through the hoop. “You have no ambitions whatsoever, Ryuu-kun! That’s not good!”

[x_chibisuke]

Ryutarou raised an eyebrow. "Well, you can start with a noun or something," Ryutarou shrugged. Eyeing the ball as it swooped into the basket. "It's not like I'm going to freely roam into your house. I'd make sure you'd be with me," he smirked. "And thus, you'd get in trouble too." A simple laugh escaping his lips.

Rolling his eyes, Ryutarou reached up to pat Yuuto-kun on the back. "Whatever Mister. Perfect. You want a break, ask others for it. Not me." Once again watching Yuuto-kun as he took in possession of the ball. And it sloppily making its way into the hoop. Swaying over, he picked it up, and dribbled with one hand. The other in his pocket, as he stared at the ball with a blank look. "Well, that's me. I don't believe in the saying 'Boy be Ambitious,' sorry."

Looking up, Ryutarou made a facile aim. And watched it bounce off the backboard, before taking a smooth dive into the hoop.