log: Atobe & Shiraishi
Who: Atobe Keigo & Shiraishi Kuranosuke
Where: A2-14
When: Monday 5.8.2013
What: Shiraishi comes to get his token from Atobe as promissed
Rating: pg13 (atobe nudity XD)
Shiraishi changed into his tennis gear and headed out as soon as he could. He wanted to have some time to warm up before the match even though he knew it would not last half an hour. Most students were still in bed or just waking up or having breakfast, it was Sunday after all. The Osakan was one of those who not only needed his shower, but also stretching. He has his own room now, with a little pot and his beetle tank, so he could have whatever habits he wanted.
“Wish me luck, Senri,” he stroked his beetle gently and closed the tank. The tennis bag was the last thing he grabbed before leaving his room down the corridor towards Atobe’s.
It was unusual for him to be feeling that excitement. He had no idea what sort of things
the Hyoutei buchou meant by him picking whatever token he wanted. As he knocked and opened the door slightly, he knew what he wanted.
“Atobe?”
Stretched out on his bed Atobe cracked an eye open, ascertaining that it was indeed Shiraishi before closing it again, his chest rising and falling in the shallow breathes dictated by his congestion. After all his visitor had requested he be asleep so he wouldn't care to disappoint.
The Osakan noticed some movement on the bed as he opened the door in but since things went quiet he assumed Atobe was playing his game. It was quite sweet actually, and he smirked some as he walked in. As he approached the he called his name in a whisper. “Atobe...” he said again, reaching out a hand to move the hair off the other’s face. “How handsome you look when you sleep.” Shiraishi had no issues with complimenting others, on the contrary, it made him happy to do it, so he did it a lot. He leant closer and smoothly brushed the back of a finger down Atobe’s temple. “You have to wake up now,” he whispered.
"Mmmhm." Lips twisting into a lazy smile Atobe shifted on the bed to stretch languidly before slowly opening his eyes. "Shiraishi." He murmured, voice rasping slightly, before pushing himself to sit up. "I was waiting for you."
“I’m sorry to have kept your waiting,” Shiraishi smiled, he had taken around four minutes since their last message to each other but it was fun to indulge. “How are you feeling this morning?” He put down his tennis bag and sat on the edge of Atobe’s bed. “You don’t seem to have a fever.”
"I feel better." Atobe agreed, though his nose was still plugged shut and his head throbbed. "Have you taken the time to consider your choice of token then?" He slipped his legs out from under the duvet so he could fetch whatever the other captain had decided on.
“Mm...” Shiraishi hummed a thoughtful sound, closing his eyes briefly, even though he knew already what he wanted, “... you said i could pick, isn’t that right?”
"Indeed, that's what I said." Atobe nodded. It wasn't strictly speaking traditonal this way but then he wasn't a damsel and Shiraishi wasn't duelling for his hand. "And I always keep my word."
“A kiss,” the blond said bluntly, not allowing a split second between Atobe’s words and his.
"A kiss." Atobe echoed, managing to keep his surprise to a slight raise of his eyebrow. Really he supposed he could have expected that, given that all this centered around the made up interpretation of a meaningless gathering of stars at the time of one's birth regarding one's romantic entanglements. "Are you sure? I am not responsible if you catch my cold and fall sick." He warned, looking steadily at Shiraishi to gauge how serious he was.
If Atobe had known Shiraishi better, he would never had given him the chance to choose his ‘token’. It wasn’t because the one offering was Atobe, it could have been anyone, the Osakan would still ask for a kiss. That said, Shiraishi really wanted that one kiss. He already realised he had been thinking about Atobe more than he would have wanted, so despite the casual request, he really wished the other would comply. “If I catch your cold, I will not blame you, I promise. I would only ask you to come and check up on me, since I have no roommates,” he smiled, “being sick and alone is a very sad thing.”
"Very well then." Shifting to a more comfortable seated position Atobe gestured for Shiraishi to come closer. "But I have a question first . Why this?" Of course he remembered that Shiraishi had been open about his wide spread romantic interests but he had somehow assumed he would be excluded after their little talk.
Shiraishi smiled. And he thought he would have to struggled a little more for that kiss. As easy as Atobe agreed with it, the blonde's heartbeat seemed to accelerate slightly. Did he really want that kiss that much it affected his heart rate? That was odd, for him at least. He moved a little closer on the bed.
Why this?, Shiraishi thought. The standard answer would be ‘why not’. But his expression softened without him realising, and he smiled gently with a small sigh. “I don’t know...” he said in a quieter tone.
"Well..." Atobe judged by Shiraishi's expression and body language that he was telling the truth so he leaned in to rest a hand on the other teen's knee. "Then as promised, my token for your victory." Closing the rest of the distance between them he pressed his lips to Shiraishi's cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "If you want there is anti-bacterial soap in the bathroom." He added after returning to his original spot.
Shiraishi didn't expect the kiss to be on his lips, even though he would have liked that too, he didn't even expect it to linger. But it did, and it was nice. The touch on his knee also didn't go unnoticed. "I'll have to do that after the match," he said, "might be too late, but I trust my immune system." The Osakan took good care of his health, his father being a pharmacist meant he knew a lot about those things, more than most teenagers his age.
"I hope so - it would be quite ironic if my token brought you bad luck instead." Atobe cleared his throat then picked up the glass of water a thoughtful soul had left there. "No I think you have a match to play and I need to get dressed." He raised an eyebrow at Shiraishi again. "Unless you would like to stay for that, ahn?"
Of course, Shiraishi had no idea that Atobe was somewhat prude, and that comment really didn't come from someone who was prude either. For those boys, seeing others naked wasn't a big deal, they saw them everyday in locker rooms, baths and even when they decided to change in the classrooms. It wasn't a big deal, at least, it shouldn't have to be one.
"Mm... let see," he started, leaning on his weight on the hands that pressed against Atobe's bed, "an extra 5 minutes of practice or see you get dressed?" It was the easiest decision he had ever made. Crossing his legs he smiled a little. "I guess I could practice any other time."
Honestly Atobe had not expected this - maybe he ought to but it had been intended solely as a joke, a little tease that should have sent his visitor scurrying from the room red faced, thinking of what was taking place without them now. Still his pride wouldn't let him back down now, even if Shiraishi's easy acceptance made him feel ridiculously flustered.
"Hm, be my guest then." He offered, getting to his feet and padding over to the closet that held what clean clothes were left after the last week of no laundry. There still were several ensembles to choose from though and he considered them as he unbuttoned his pyjama top, draping it over the back of his chair after shrugging it off. "Shitenhouji seems to be quite a unique school." He remarked, discarding everything with a low neckline. Sadly his usual taste in clothing did not run toward something practical like a turtleneck - he would have to accessorize.
The other was really doing it, wasn’t he? Shiraishi wasn’t sure if he was amused, impressed or mildly shocked. Either way, he watched Atobe, scanning his body without a second thought. Shiraishi assumed that he looked so focused on his fashion he wouldn’t even noticed where the Osakan kept his eyes. “It is,” he smiled, “It was definitely not the kind of school I was expecting when I joined. I think most first years have the same reaction. Or at leasts the serious ones. But you get sucked in. Despite some odd subjects, it make great people in the end,” as far as character was concerned anyway.
"The tennis team wasn't half bad either." Atobe allowed, running his fingers over the long sleeves of one of his dress shirts. It would be a little over the top and probably too warm in the sweltering heat that had settled once the rain had stopped. He would have worn the school jersey but that had been of the things sent of to be washed. "Do you think it will be humid again today?"
“No. Both junior high and high school teams are pretty good. Even without Kintarou, Kenya and I, they can still win.” There were a lot of good people left still. Shiraishi was amused at how long Atobe was taking to find clothes. Not that Shiraishi himself wasn’t a little picky himself... a night out in Osaka required about 3 hours of preparation, so he understood. “Yesterday wasn’t bad,” he reached in his tennis bag and pulled his mobile phone to check the weather. “75% humidity, sunny,” he rested his elbow on his knee, holding his head. “That’s a nice...” rear “... collection you have.”
Something with short sleeves then. Atobe made a pleased noise when he pulled out a baby blue polo shirt he had mostly forgotten about. It was old - actually dating back to his graduating junior high and a little on the tight side but it would do. He chose a pair of white shorts to go with it and draped both over the chair as well to change into a fresh pair of underwear. "The nationals this year will be a farce." He sighed, tugging the waistband up and turning to pick up the polo shirt.
“It will be a bit of a sham,” Shiraishi agree, happily watching Atobe. He really had a weakness for naked man. Dressing, undressing... as long as he was there at the crucial moment of the ‘naked’. The blonde smiled at his own thoughts. Atobe was so handsome, he wondered why someone like that was still single. Then again, seeing how picky he was with his clothes, if that was branched out to other aspects of his life....
“It upsets me, since it’s our last year,” he we wasn’t thinking of a tennis career, he wasn’t even sure if he would be in a tennis club after senior high. “Rikkaidai won’t last year, we won the year before. I had the feeling it was Shitenhoji’s chance again. Kintarou’s tennis has evolved like no other.”
"Or maybe somebody completely different." Atobe suggested, stepping into his shorts and buttoning up the fly. "But there is little point in wondering about could have beens." Another reach into his closet provided a scarf in the Hyoutei colours and was quickly and artfully knotted around his neck. "Since we're here we might as well have our nationals."
Turning fully to Shiraishi he raised an eyebrow, gesturing at his clothes. "Shall we?"
Shiraishi smile and stared for a moment before pushing himself off the bed and grabbing the bag off the floor, fixing it on his shoulder. “Let’s go, I have a match to win,” he walk towards him and as he got close, he rested a hand lightly on Atobe’s shoulder and said softly. “You look very handsome, by the way.”
"Thank you." Atobe inclined his head with a self confident twitch of his lips, frowning internally at how his stomach had twisted at that. "I do expect you to win now of course - everything else would be completely unacceptable." He pushed the door open and gestured for Shiraishi to step through. "After you."
Where: A2-14
When: Monday 5.8.2013
What: Shiraishi comes to get his token from Atobe as promissed
Rating: pg13 (atobe nudity XD)
Shiraishi changed into his tennis gear and headed out as soon as he could. He wanted to have some time to warm up before the match even though he knew it would not last half an hour. Most students were still in bed or just waking up or having breakfast, it was Sunday after all. The Osakan was one of those who not only needed his shower, but also stretching. He has his own room now, with a little pot and his beetle tank, so he could have whatever habits he wanted.
“Wish me luck, Senri,” he stroked his beetle gently and closed the tank. The tennis bag was the last thing he grabbed before leaving his room down the corridor towards Atobe’s.
It was unusual for him to be feeling that excitement. He had no idea what sort of things
the Hyoutei buchou meant by him picking whatever token he wanted. As he knocked and opened the door slightly, he knew what he wanted.
“Atobe?”
Stretched out on his bed Atobe cracked an eye open, ascertaining that it was indeed Shiraishi before closing it again, his chest rising and falling in the shallow breathes dictated by his congestion. After all his visitor had requested he be asleep so he wouldn't care to disappoint.
The Osakan noticed some movement on the bed as he opened the door in but since things went quiet he assumed Atobe was playing his game. It was quite sweet actually, and he smirked some as he walked in. As he approached the he called his name in a whisper. “Atobe...” he said again, reaching out a hand to move the hair off the other’s face. “How handsome you look when you sleep.” Shiraishi had no issues with complimenting others, on the contrary, it made him happy to do it, so he did it a lot. He leant closer and smoothly brushed the back of a finger down Atobe’s temple. “You have to wake up now,” he whispered.
"Mmmhm." Lips twisting into a lazy smile Atobe shifted on the bed to stretch languidly before slowly opening his eyes. "Shiraishi." He murmured, voice rasping slightly, before pushing himself to sit up. "I was waiting for you."
“I’m sorry to have kept your waiting,” Shiraishi smiled, he had taken around four minutes since their last message to each other but it was fun to indulge. “How are you feeling this morning?” He put down his tennis bag and sat on the edge of Atobe’s bed. “You don’t seem to have a fever.”
"I feel better." Atobe agreed, though his nose was still plugged shut and his head throbbed. "Have you taken the time to consider your choice of token then?" He slipped his legs out from under the duvet so he could fetch whatever the other captain had decided on.
“Mm...” Shiraishi hummed a thoughtful sound, closing his eyes briefly, even though he knew already what he wanted, “... you said i could pick, isn’t that right?”
"Indeed, that's what I said." Atobe nodded. It wasn't strictly speaking traditonal this way but then he wasn't a damsel and Shiraishi wasn't duelling for his hand. "And I always keep my word."
“A kiss,” the blond said bluntly, not allowing a split second between Atobe’s words and his.
"A kiss." Atobe echoed, managing to keep his surprise to a slight raise of his eyebrow. Really he supposed he could have expected that, given that all this centered around the made up interpretation of a meaningless gathering of stars at the time of one's birth regarding one's romantic entanglements. "Are you sure? I am not responsible if you catch my cold and fall sick." He warned, looking steadily at Shiraishi to gauge how serious he was.
If Atobe had known Shiraishi better, he would never had given him the chance to choose his ‘token’. It wasn’t because the one offering was Atobe, it could have been anyone, the Osakan would still ask for a kiss. That said, Shiraishi really wanted that one kiss. He already realised he had been thinking about Atobe more than he would have wanted, so despite the casual request, he really wished the other would comply. “If I catch your cold, I will not blame you, I promise. I would only ask you to come and check up on me, since I have no roommates,” he smiled, “being sick and alone is a very sad thing.”
"Very well then." Shifting to a more comfortable seated position Atobe gestured for Shiraishi to come closer. "But I have a question first . Why this?" Of course he remembered that Shiraishi had been open about his wide spread romantic interests but he had somehow assumed he would be excluded after their little talk.
Shiraishi smiled. And he thought he would have to struggled a little more for that kiss. As easy as Atobe agreed with it, the blonde's heartbeat seemed to accelerate slightly. Did he really want that kiss that much it affected his heart rate? That was odd, for him at least. He moved a little closer on the bed.
Why this?, Shiraishi thought. The standard answer would be ‘why not’. But his expression softened without him realising, and he smiled gently with a small sigh. “I don’t know...” he said in a quieter tone.
"Well..." Atobe judged by Shiraishi's expression and body language that he was telling the truth so he leaned in to rest a hand on the other teen's knee. "Then as promised, my token for your victory." Closing the rest of the distance between them he pressed his lips to Shiraishi's cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "If you want there is anti-bacterial soap in the bathroom." He added after returning to his original spot.
Shiraishi didn't expect the kiss to be on his lips, even though he would have liked that too, he didn't even expect it to linger. But it did, and it was nice. The touch on his knee also didn't go unnoticed. "I'll have to do that after the match," he said, "might be too late, but I trust my immune system." The Osakan took good care of his health, his father being a pharmacist meant he knew a lot about those things, more than most teenagers his age.
"I hope so - it would be quite ironic if my token brought you bad luck instead." Atobe cleared his throat then picked up the glass of water a thoughtful soul had left there. "No I think you have a match to play and I need to get dressed." He raised an eyebrow at Shiraishi again. "Unless you would like to stay for that, ahn?"
Of course, Shiraishi had no idea that Atobe was somewhat prude, and that comment really didn't come from someone who was prude either. For those boys, seeing others naked wasn't a big deal, they saw them everyday in locker rooms, baths and even when they decided to change in the classrooms. It wasn't a big deal, at least, it shouldn't have to be one.
"Mm... let see," he started, leaning on his weight on the hands that pressed against Atobe's bed, "an extra 5 minutes of practice or see you get dressed?" It was the easiest decision he had ever made. Crossing his legs he smiled a little. "I guess I could practice any other time."
Honestly Atobe had not expected this - maybe he ought to but it had been intended solely as a joke, a little tease that should have sent his visitor scurrying from the room red faced, thinking of what was taking place without them now. Still his pride wouldn't let him back down now, even if Shiraishi's easy acceptance made him feel ridiculously flustered.
"Hm, be my guest then." He offered, getting to his feet and padding over to the closet that held what clean clothes were left after the last week of no laundry. There still were several ensembles to choose from though and he considered them as he unbuttoned his pyjama top, draping it over the back of his chair after shrugging it off. "Shitenhouji seems to be quite a unique school." He remarked, discarding everything with a low neckline. Sadly his usual taste in clothing did not run toward something practical like a turtleneck - he would have to accessorize.
The other was really doing it, wasn’t he? Shiraishi wasn’t sure if he was amused, impressed or mildly shocked. Either way, he watched Atobe, scanning his body without a second thought. Shiraishi assumed that he looked so focused on his fashion he wouldn’t even noticed where the Osakan kept his eyes. “It is,” he smiled, “It was definitely not the kind of school I was expecting when I joined. I think most first years have the same reaction. Or at leasts the serious ones. But you get sucked in. Despite some odd subjects, it make great people in the end,” as far as character was concerned anyway.
"The tennis team wasn't half bad either." Atobe allowed, running his fingers over the long sleeves of one of his dress shirts. It would be a little over the top and probably too warm in the sweltering heat that had settled once the rain had stopped. He would have worn the school jersey but that had been of the things sent of to be washed. "Do you think it will be humid again today?"
“No. Both junior high and high school teams are pretty good. Even without Kintarou, Kenya and I, they can still win.” There were a lot of good people left still. Shiraishi was amused at how long Atobe was taking to find clothes. Not that Shiraishi himself wasn’t a little picky himself... a night out in Osaka required about 3 hours of preparation, so he understood. “Yesterday wasn’t bad,” he reached in his tennis bag and pulled his mobile phone to check the weather. “75% humidity, sunny,” he rested his elbow on his knee, holding his head. “That’s a nice...” rear “... collection you have.”
Something with short sleeves then. Atobe made a pleased noise when he pulled out a baby blue polo shirt he had mostly forgotten about. It was old - actually dating back to his graduating junior high and a little on the tight side but it would do. He chose a pair of white shorts to go with it and draped both over the chair as well to change into a fresh pair of underwear. "The nationals this year will be a farce." He sighed, tugging the waistband up and turning to pick up the polo shirt.
“It will be a bit of a sham,” Shiraishi agree, happily watching Atobe. He really had a weakness for naked man. Dressing, undressing... as long as he was there at the crucial moment of the ‘naked’. The blonde smiled at his own thoughts. Atobe was so handsome, he wondered why someone like that was still single. Then again, seeing how picky he was with his clothes, if that was branched out to other aspects of his life....
“It upsets me, since it’s our last year,” he we wasn’t thinking of a tennis career, he wasn’t even sure if he would be in a tennis club after senior high. “Rikkaidai won’t last year, we won the year before. I had the feeling it was Shitenhoji’s chance again. Kintarou’s tennis has evolved like no other.”
"Or maybe somebody completely different." Atobe suggested, stepping into his shorts and buttoning up the fly. "But there is little point in wondering about could have beens." Another reach into his closet provided a scarf in the Hyoutei colours and was quickly and artfully knotted around his neck. "Since we're here we might as well have our nationals."
Turning fully to Shiraishi he raised an eyebrow, gesturing at his clothes. "Shall we?"
Shiraishi smile and stared for a moment before pushing himself off the bed and grabbing the bag off the floor, fixing it on his shoulder. “Let’s go, I have a match to win,” he walk towards him and as he got close, he rested a hand lightly on Atobe’s shoulder and said softly. “You look very handsome, by the way.”
"Thank you." Atobe inclined his head with a self confident twitch of his lips, frowning internally at how his stomach had twisted at that. "I do expect you to win now of course - everything else would be completely unacceptable." He pushed the door open and gestured for Shiraishi to step through. "After you."