There is such thing called sleep. And it is the reason I'm in trouble. -_-
Quite short. :|
ALL FOR HIBARI
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Wash Day
D18;
Two sentences, lol. Wut. xD
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The work and battle-roughened hands were gentle in the younger male's hair as he picked up the small, slim bottle of shampoo, squeezed out a sizable quantity, and began to rub the thick mixture into the dark locks, lathering it up into a soft, fluffy, white foam which he proceeded to spread, scrubbing the younger man's hair thoroughly, his long fingers massaging the skylark's scalp gently.
The younger man made not a sound through this, sitting lethargically, expressionless, allowing the treatment - or rather, demanding it, as he was too drowsy to bother with such a task himself - and making no comment as the blonde cheerfully continued in his set task with gusto, not too greatly concerned with the other's complete lack of response and merely naively happy to provide a service to one who was usually so unfailingly distant.
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Mesmerised
8018/1880;
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He didn't belong here, was the first conscious thought that filtered through Yamamoto's mind as he openly stared at the unusual sight in the gym's shower. His mind felt numbed, stunned, as the person in question turned to face him, quizzical eyes looking over with his usual irritation towards over-enthusiastic, meddling herbivores.
“Hi-Hibari, what are you doing here?” Yamamoto queried hastily, to cover up his momentary lapse in brainpower.
“Taking advantage of the functionality a bathroom is built for.” Hibari replied smoothly and somewhat condescendingly, eyes bland as he crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“I-I see.” Yamamoto replied redundantly, trying to stop his stammer and his eyes from wandering lower than they ought.
Hibari predictably noticed and the steely eyes narrowed slightly as he unfolded his arms and stalked away in contempt, still clad merely in the short towel to preserve his dignity as he waited for one of the stalls to clear.
“W-wait! You can have mine! I'm done!” Yamamoto called after the skylark desperately, barely even registering the reason he called so urgently to the vanishing Discipline Committee member.
Hibari's figure emerged from the haze of steam that covered the bathroom again, for all looking like the Guardian he was - well, Mist, Clouds, they were close enough - as he reappeared from the impenetrable clouds of suspended water vapour. Yamamoto gathered together his belongings and hastily swept from the cubicle, clearing it for the skylark's use.
He couldn't help but stare back in fascination, however, dead in his tracks as his eyes revolved to Hibari's thin chest; the strong, yet slim arms; the onyx hair that lightly brushed the nape of his neck and swept across those stormy eyes as Hibari ventured to enter the shower stall, a towel slung over one shoulder haphazardly.
Part of Yamamoto wanted to be in there with him.
“Hn?”
Hibari turned swiftly and in a split second, something which gleamed and shimmered in the faint light distilled by the lingering water vapour in the air struck him directly across the face. He was almost sent sprawling as his suddenly unbalanced body instinctively made to regain his footing and he stepped directly onto an unfortunately placed bar of soap which slid out from under him slickly.
“Don't peek, herbivore.” Hibari commanded, and shut the shower stall door with a snap.
ALL FOR HIBARI
--
Wash Day
D18;
Two sentences, lol. Wut. xD
--
The work and battle-roughened hands were gentle in the younger male's hair as he picked up the small, slim bottle of shampoo, squeezed out a sizable quantity, and began to rub the thick mixture into the dark locks, lathering it up into a soft, fluffy, white foam which he proceeded to spread, scrubbing the younger man's hair thoroughly, his long fingers massaging the skylark's scalp gently.
The younger man made not a sound through this, sitting lethargically, expressionless, allowing the treatment - or rather, demanding it, as he was too drowsy to bother with such a task himself - and making no comment as the blonde cheerfully continued in his set task with gusto, not too greatly concerned with the other's complete lack of response and merely naively happy to provide a service to one who was usually so unfailingly distant.
--
Mesmerised
8018/1880;
--
He didn't belong here, was the first conscious thought that filtered through Yamamoto's mind as he openly stared at the unusual sight in the gym's shower. His mind felt numbed, stunned, as the person in question turned to face him, quizzical eyes looking over with his usual irritation towards over-enthusiastic, meddling herbivores.
“Hi-Hibari, what are you doing here?” Yamamoto queried hastily, to cover up his momentary lapse in brainpower.
“Taking advantage of the functionality a bathroom is built for.” Hibari replied smoothly and somewhat condescendingly, eyes bland as he crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“I-I see.” Yamamoto replied redundantly, trying to stop his stammer and his eyes from wandering lower than they ought.
Hibari predictably noticed and the steely eyes narrowed slightly as he unfolded his arms and stalked away in contempt, still clad merely in the short towel to preserve his dignity as he waited for one of the stalls to clear.
“W-wait! You can have mine! I'm done!” Yamamoto called after the skylark desperately, barely even registering the reason he called so urgently to the vanishing Discipline Committee member.
Hibari's figure emerged from the haze of steam that covered the bathroom again, for all looking like the Guardian he was - well, Mist, Clouds, they were close enough - as he reappeared from the impenetrable clouds of suspended water vapour. Yamamoto gathered together his belongings and hastily swept from the cubicle, clearing it for the skylark's use.
He couldn't help but stare back in fascination, however, dead in his tracks as his eyes revolved to Hibari's thin chest; the strong, yet slim arms; the onyx hair that lightly brushed the nape of his neck and swept across those stormy eyes as Hibari ventured to enter the shower stall, a towel slung over one shoulder haphazardly.
Part of Yamamoto wanted to be in there with him.
“Hn?”
Hibari turned swiftly and in a split second, something which gleamed and shimmered in the faint light distilled by the lingering water vapour in the air struck him directly across the face. He was almost sent sprawling as his suddenly unbalanced body instinctively made to regain his footing and he stepped directly onto an unfortunately placed bar of soap which slid out from under him slickly.
“Don't peek, herbivore.” Hibari commanded, and shut the shower stall door with a snap.