game face
I'm so sleepy. ;A;
This might be my last fic for the next few days or so. :D Might, because I don't really know what'll happen to my schedule. *crai* Man, I missed writing. 8D
for the 30_fluffs comm. :)
Title: Game Face
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou & Ootori Choutarou
Rating: PG-13 or T for boy's love, kissing
Theme: #18, homework; distraction
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: Shishido was staring at him. Choutarou was finding it very hard to concentrate with Shishido staring at him.
g a m e f a c e
Shishido was staring at him. Choutarou was finding it very hard to concentrate with Shishido staring at him.
"40 - Love!"
Choutarou blinked, watching as his opponent stared back with his mouth slightly open, obviously wondering how he managed to get three aces using normal serves from the person who uses the Scud Serve. On impulse, he opened his mouth, an apology already at the tip of his tongue, but he really only snapped out of it when Atobe walked on the courts and crossed his arms at him. "Ootori, it seems you're not very focused today. Go wash your face, and when you come back, I want you in front of Ore-sama looking fresh and focused." he said firmly, watching as Choutarou nodded dumbly at him, before walking away with Kabaji in tow.
Sighing deeply, Choutarou turned to his opponent, gave an apologetic smile, and walked away.
It was 3:40, and the sun was still high up, and Shishido was still staring at him. Choutarou would have felt very cheerful for the attention, if it only didn't make him fidget. Did he have something between his teeth? Was there something wrong with his face? He frowned. It was unlikely, because if that were the case, then everyone would have been staring at him, but it was only Shishido, and somehow, that made him even more nervous than if it were everyone.
As he walked away from the courts, he sighed a little in relief, because it meant that the gaze that was just burning onto his back a few moments ago would be gone.
As he washed his face and slapped his cheeks a little, he realized that his assumption was wrong. Eyes widening in surprise, he exclaimed, "Shishido-san!"
"Yo," Shishido shrugged, holding a towel, his expression absolutely deadpan.
Choutarou wondered if Shishido knew why he was so distracted during that match earlier. "Shishido-san?" he said slowly, an eyebrow rising.
"Yeah?" Probably not.
"Well..." he swallowed, cheeks starting to burn up. It didn't matter if the two of them have been going out for two months now, Choutarou still had problems saying intimate things. As for why this felt intimate, he wasn't sure why, but he was sure that it was. "Why were you... staring... at me back then?"
Obviously, Shishido wasn't expecting that question, what with the way his mouth dropped open a little and his eyes widened. Choutarou even managed to forget his earlier anxiousness and smile a little at the expression. Coughing, Shishido scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't realize."
Choutarou chuckled, "It's alright, Shishido-san."
"Well, I was just thinking," Shishido shrugged, cheeks slowly but surely turning red as he looked at Choutarou from the corner of his eye, "I never really noticed it because we're usually playing on the same court, but when you were playing singles earlier..." he paused, as if replaying the words in his head to make sure that they came out right, "When you play tennis, you make this sort of face..." he trailed off, remembering just what Choutarou's face looked like during that match.
Choutarou turned pink. "Ah..." he coughed in embarrassment, reaching up to slightly cover his mouth out of habit.
Shishido, immediately recognizing the action, added quickly, "It's not bad, Choutarou."
That really didn't do anything to extinguish Choutarou's embarrassment, which was obvious to Shishido when that hand didn't seem to be falling from his face anytime soon.
"Shishido-san..." Choutarou mumbled, intending to speak more, but instead of words, his voice came out as a small squeak that in turn made his cheeks color even more.
Sighing deeply, Shishido turned away, once again scratching at his neck, "It sort of..." he muttered, already turning as red as the other. Swallowing, he continued, "It turns me on."
"Oh." It took a few seconds for that to sink in, but when it did, the redness of Choutarou's cheeks intensified, and his eyes widened just a little. "Oh."
Shishido nodded, not trusting himself to say anything else. Choutarou paused for a second, before speaking, "Shishido-san, you..."
Shishido raised his head, feeling just a little bit miffed at how Choutarou's lips slowly turned upwards into a big grin, "Don't look so happy about it." he muttered.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Shishido-san." Choutarou said, although there wasn't really anything apologetic with his voice or his expression. With a chuckle, he grabbed hold of Shishido's wrist, gently pulling it until they were close enough. "I can't help it. Somehow, I'm really happy." he murmured, leaning down to gently push their lips together.
As Choutarou wound his arms around him to play with the ends of his hair, Shishido sighed in contentment, leaning upwards to get a better angle. When they pulled apart, Shishido mumbled, "We're in school, you know." but he really couldn't help but lean in for the second time and swallow Choutarou's amused chuckle.
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♥ I see them as awkward teenage boys. I really do. 8D
♥ friend this little writing journal of mine? =D
I'm sorry if it seems half-assed. ;A; I was sort of half-asleep in the middle of writing it, but my stubborn self refused to let my fingers leave my keyboard. Well, I tried to fix it during the editing. Ugghhh... tried. 8D
I'll go sleep now.
Comments are love, yes? :D
This might be my last fic for the next few days or so. :D Might, because I don't really know what'll happen to my schedule. *crai* Man, I missed writing. 8D
for the 30_fluffs comm. :)
Title: Game Face
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou & Ootori Choutarou
Rating: PG-13 or T for boy's love, kissing
Theme: #18, homework; distraction
Challenge: Time
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Summary: Shishido was staring at him. Choutarou was finding it very hard to concentrate with Shishido staring at him.
g a m e f a c e
Shishido was staring at him. Choutarou was finding it very hard to concentrate with Shishido staring at him.
"40 - Love!"
Choutarou blinked, watching as his opponent stared back with his mouth slightly open, obviously wondering how he managed to get three aces using normal serves from the person who uses the Scud Serve. On impulse, he opened his mouth, an apology already at the tip of his tongue, but he really only snapped out of it when Atobe walked on the courts and crossed his arms at him. "Ootori, it seems you're not very focused today. Go wash your face, and when you come back, I want you in front of Ore-sama looking fresh and focused." he said firmly, watching as Choutarou nodded dumbly at him, before walking away with Kabaji in tow.
Sighing deeply, Choutarou turned to his opponent, gave an apologetic smile, and walked away.
It was 3:40, and the sun was still high up, and Shishido was still staring at him. Choutarou would have felt very cheerful for the attention, if it only didn't make him fidget. Did he have something between his teeth? Was there something wrong with his face? He frowned. It was unlikely, because if that were the case, then everyone would have been staring at him, but it was only Shishido, and somehow, that made him even more nervous than if it were everyone.
As he walked away from the courts, he sighed a little in relief, because it meant that the gaze that was just burning onto his back a few moments ago would be gone.
As he washed his face and slapped his cheeks a little, he realized that his assumption was wrong. Eyes widening in surprise, he exclaimed, "Shishido-san!"
"Yo," Shishido shrugged, holding a towel, his expression absolutely deadpan.
Choutarou wondered if Shishido knew why he was so distracted during that match earlier. "Shishido-san?" he said slowly, an eyebrow rising.
"Yeah?" Probably not.
"Well..." he swallowed, cheeks starting to burn up. It didn't matter if the two of them have been going out for two months now, Choutarou still had problems saying intimate things. As for why this felt intimate, he wasn't sure why, but he was sure that it was. "Why were you... staring... at me back then?"
Obviously, Shishido wasn't expecting that question, what with the way his mouth dropped open a little and his eyes widened. Choutarou even managed to forget his earlier anxiousness and smile a little at the expression. Coughing, Shishido scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't realize."
Choutarou chuckled, "It's alright, Shishido-san."
"Well, I was just thinking," Shishido shrugged, cheeks slowly but surely turning red as he looked at Choutarou from the corner of his eye, "I never really noticed it because we're usually playing on the same court, but when you were playing singles earlier..." he paused, as if replaying the words in his head to make sure that they came out right, "When you play tennis, you make this sort of face..." he trailed off, remembering just what Choutarou's face looked like during that match.
Choutarou turned pink. "Ah..." he coughed in embarrassment, reaching up to slightly cover his mouth out of habit.
Shishido, immediately recognizing the action, added quickly, "It's not bad, Choutarou."
That really didn't do anything to extinguish Choutarou's embarrassment, which was obvious to Shishido when that hand didn't seem to be falling from his face anytime soon.
"Shishido-san..." Choutarou mumbled, intending to speak more, but instead of words, his voice came out as a small squeak that in turn made his cheeks color even more.
Sighing deeply, Shishido turned away, once again scratching at his neck, "It sort of..." he muttered, already turning as red as the other. Swallowing, he continued, "It turns me on."
"Oh." It took a few seconds for that to sink in, but when it did, the redness of Choutarou's cheeks intensified, and his eyes widened just a little. "Oh."
Shishido nodded, not trusting himself to say anything else. Choutarou paused for a second, before speaking, "Shishido-san, you..."
Shishido raised his head, feeling just a little bit miffed at how Choutarou's lips slowly turned upwards into a big grin, "Don't look so happy about it." he muttered.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Shishido-san." Choutarou said, although there wasn't really anything apologetic with his voice or his expression. With a chuckle, he grabbed hold of Shishido's wrist, gently pulling it until they were close enough. "I can't help it. Somehow, I'm really happy." he murmured, leaning down to gently push their lips together.
As Choutarou wound his arms around him to play with the ends of his hair, Shishido sighed in contentment, leaning upwards to get a better angle. When they pulled apart, Shishido mumbled, "We're in school, you know." but he really couldn't help but lean in for the second time and swallow Choutarou's amused chuckle.
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♥ I see them as awkward teenage boys. I really do. 8D
♥ friend this little writing journal of mine? =D
I'm sorry if it seems half-assed. ;A; I was sort of half-asleep in the middle of writing it, but my stubborn self refused to let my fingers leave my keyboard. Well, I tried to fix it during the editing. Ugghhh... tried. 8D
I'll go sleep now.
Comments are love, yes? :D