YuutaxMizuki
The heat was sweltering. A tan calloused hand reached to wipe away sweat beading at a forever scarred temple. This should be it. Yuuta had been walking for little over 30 minutes, weaving between western style houses that all seemed to look the same. They all had Japanese family names boldly written in roman letters, each and every house facade set in stone and blindingly white. The house he was currently in front of though, had added yet another pompous detail. A lion standing guard on each of the two pillars framing the gate entrance. The family name 'Mizuki' in stark relief to the whiteness of the wall. Yuuta quirked an eyebrow in silent disbelief. Then he remembered who's house he was currently standing in front of, and all sense of disbelief was vanquished. Suddenly, this type of home, in a just barely above middle class neighborhood, in the Kantou region of Japan, didn't seem at all improbable. Carefully, he threaded the paved path towards the front door. Ignoring the gaping lion fastened to the door, he knocked normally.
Mizuki looked up from the book he'd been reading. Glancing over to the door, he arched a brow. He had not been expecting anyone, but that was definitely a knock. A small sigh left his lips. He did not feel like getting up and leaving his book, but neither of his parents were home. Carefully, he placed a bookmark in the novel and stood. "Hai~ I'm coming." Shuffling over to his front door in his house slippers, tight-fitting dark jeans dragging just slightly on the floor behind him. His oversized purple shirt hit him at mid-thigh, falling off of one shoulder to reveal a tight black tank-top. He opened the solid wooden door, surprised at who stood on the other side. "Yuuta-kun?"
There was a slight pause before Yuuta could hear the distinct voice of Mizuki Hajime, and the door opened. His name on the lips of his team captain, a question in his tone. "Aah, Hai, Mizuki-senpai." Yuuta unwittingly let his eyes wander over the form of his senpai. He didn't often encounter Mizuki outside of school, but at the times he had, his senpai's choice of wardrobe had been a little, unusual. Today didn't seem to be an exception, but it wasn't the worst attire he'd seen Mizuki being clothed in. In comparison these clothes rather flattered the dark haired man. Shaking his head a little to get back on track Yuuta continued. "I know this is sudden, but, I was hoping that maybe, if you have the time that is" Yuuta added quickly "You might be able to discuss some of my techniques with me. I've been thinking recently and. I really want to be able to play tennis for a long while. And, I'd like to develop some kind of technique that doesn't put unnecessary strain on my arms." He peered at Mizuki inquiringly. "Would that be alright?"
As Yuuta spoke, Mizuki leaned against the door frame, twirling a strand of hair around his index finger. "Yuuta-kun," he said finally, stepping away from where he had been leaning and walking into his house. "You need only ask to receive help from the wonderfully talented Mizuki." He smirked over his shoulder at the younger male. "If you would only ask for help with your wardrobe...." He tsked a few times before opening the closed computer on the coffee table and starting up a program. "But, Yuuta-kun, I am perplexed as to how you came about my address."
Yuuta lit up when Mizuki answered in the positive. Too used to the way his captain referred to himself in third person. "Ah thank you, I really appreciate it" He started but paused slightly at Mizuki's friendly invitation of help with coordinating his own wardrobe."Aah, yeah, maybe some other time..." He fiddled nervously with the hem of his gray t-shirt. "Oh yeah, your address, I just asked the Obaa-san at the school reception." Yuuta glanced curiously at the computer screen. "What is this, exactly?"
"You do not need to thank me." After all, Yuuta, along with his own amazing tennis skills, would help lead their team to victory. It was only right that Mizuki use his powerful mind to help that along. The brunet sighed at Yuuta's comment on his wardrobe offer. Honestly, if only the boy would let him help.... His clothes were so embarrassingly unfashionable. Still, he did not comment further. "Nn~ And they just gave it to you? I shall have to have a talk with her. What if what of my rivals decided to come pounding on my door in the middle of the night? I cannot possibly entertain everyone's wishes." He scooted over on th couch, inviting without really inviting Yuuta to sit next to him. "This is a simulation program. Data goes in, and results come out. Have you never seen one?"
"Uhm, right, that would be bad, your rivals visiting in the middle of the night" Yuuta clarified. "I'm pretty sure she only gave me your address because she sees us together every day on our way to club though." He scratched himself idly on the chin. "I doubt she would have given it to me otherwise." Yuuta sat himself down next to Mizuki, further scrutinizing the computer screen. Data Mizuki said, huh. It seemed like Greek to him. "Hmm, no, I've never really been very interested in these sorts of things." He gave his senpai a quick glance. "Of course I have utmost respect for those who, you know...have an interest, in these things, data."
"Of course it would! One needs a perfect amount of sleep, both for the mind and for the complexion." He brushed his curls out of his face, deciding he would have to get a haircut soon. He entered Yuuta's name in the search box, easily pulling up everything he had ever gathered on the boy. "I will still have a talk with her." He was not placated. What if Fuji decided to show up at their school and beg for Mizuki's address? No, that just wouldn't do. Mizuki glanced over at Yuuta, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth. "No, I shouldn't think you would be interested in this. But right you are to respect it. If you'll recall, data was the reason our team has done so well all these years."
Yuuta hummed vaguely in agreement to what Mizuki was saying, leaning closer to the computer screen while trying to make sense of what he was seeing, and thus, hovered over Mizuki a bit. Suddenly he caught a whiff of something, something that smelled rather liked, freshly baked cinnamon rolls. But it was coming from the man sitting close to his left. Without contemplating the wisdom of his action he leaned in close, his nose at the crook of the brunettes neck and inhaled. "Is this cologne that you're wearing?" He asked off offhandedly, what he'd just done not having quite caught up with him yet.
Mizuki barely paid attention to Yuuta; he was completely engrossed in his work. Stats and numbers filled the screen. "Yuuta has grown since this...," he mumbled under his breath, almost forgetting about the other boy entirely. It was when he was entering in Yuuta's new statistics that he noticed how close Yuuta was to him. "Yuuta-kun~ If you wouldn't mind, I--" He cut himself off, a shiver going down his spine at Yuuta's warm breath on his neck. "...Not cologne, no." His eyes glazed over a bit, staring at the brown-haired boy. He quickly cleared his throat before he did something...inappropriate. "I was...baking earlier. There was a miscalculation with the amount of cinnamon."
Yuuta, leaned back and stared at Mizuki, first startled then amused. He quirked an eyebrow and said chuckling "A miscalculation? Don't you usually follow a recepie?"
A small noise of relief left him when Yuuta pulled away. His attraction to the other male had been something he'd noticed a long time ago, though he first put it off as simple being interested in his skills. Professionally, even. "...You underestimate me, Yuuta-kun. The great Mizuki does not need a recipe to make things taste good." In truth, what had happened was the recipe had smeared, and Mizuki had had to guess.
Yuuta could imagine all to well what Mizuki not following a recepie meant and held back a chuckle. "I see. I would gladly be taste tester." He smiled a little and added reassuringly. "Although I have no doubt it will be anything less than delicious."
The curly-haired boy raised an eyebrow. ".... Well of course it will be delicious. These hands made it. Nfufufu~" He turned his gaze back to the screen. "I will have to take new data." He sucked his teeth in annoyance. "You're growing too quickly."
Yuuta puffed out his chest in pride, pleased at Mizuki's comment, albeit spoken with annoyance. "Really? How much have I grown since last time?" He leaned over Mizuki again, looking at the screen, as if this time, his brain would be able to decipher the hidden information. In his eagerness unaware that one of his hands were resting on one of Mizukis well toned thighs.
"You've grown two centimeters since the last time I calculated your statistics. ...Just enough to throw off everything." Mizuki let out a dramatic sigh. "There is your previous height." He pointed to a place on the screen, trying very hard not to think about Yuuta's closeness, or the fact that his hand was very close to....
"Oh, two centimeters" Yuuta slumped in disappointment. He had expected a bigger difference in his height. The fingers on the hand resting on Mizuki's thigh twitched, as if frustrated. Feeling it he made a conscious effort to relax his fingers and squeeze the cushion underneath to make the twitching go away... Cushion? He looked down, confused as to why what he was kneading in the palm of his hand felt so decidedly different as opposed to what he was sitting on. Watching his hand on Mizuki's firm thigh fitted with dark skin tight jeans, blankly for a few seconds before realization hit him and he pulled his hand away as if he'd been burnt. "Oh, damn, sorry" He looked apologetically at his senpai. "I-I didn't realize I had put my hand there" He looked down towards his lap, hands on his knees, embarrassed. "Really, sorry."
"Two centimeters is enough to make a difference in these number, Yuuta-kun." Mizuki shook his head at the younger boy's enthusiasm. He really was growing too fast. Mizuki suspected a growth spurt was to blame. That would be problematic, but good in the long run. Taller people had better reach, after all. His eyes widened and shot down to what Yuuta was doing to his leg. He really didn't want to read into it. Surely, it was just a mistake on Yuuta's part. His reaction sure told him so. "...We should get to work on this." He cleared his throat and leaned away from the other boy a bit, hoping it wasn't too obvious. If Yuuta kept touching him that way, he couldn't be responsible for what he did to the other male.
Thankful that the older male didn't linger on what he'd just accidentally done, Yuuta was all too happy to agree to continue working on the tennis aspect of his visit. "Okay, yes, let's do this." He turned back to Mizuki expectantly. "So, how do we go about this?" He leaned his head to the side languidly, and thoughtfully said. "Do we experiment, until we find a technique that suits me" He looked at his senpai in search of answer "Or do you already have something in mind?"
Mizuki looked up from the book he'd been reading. Glancing over to the door, he arched a brow. He had not been expecting anyone, but that was definitely a knock. A small sigh left his lips. He did not feel like getting up and leaving his book, but neither of his parents were home. Carefully, he placed a bookmark in the novel and stood. "Hai~ I'm coming." Shuffling over to his front door in his house slippers, tight-fitting dark jeans dragging just slightly on the floor behind him. His oversized purple shirt hit him at mid-thigh, falling off of one shoulder to reveal a tight black tank-top. He opened the solid wooden door, surprised at who stood on the other side. "Yuuta-kun?"
There was a slight pause before Yuuta could hear the distinct voice of Mizuki Hajime, and the door opened. His name on the lips of his team captain, a question in his tone. "Aah, Hai, Mizuki-senpai." Yuuta unwittingly let his eyes wander over the form of his senpai. He didn't often encounter Mizuki outside of school, but at the times he had, his senpai's choice of wardrobe had been a little, unusual. Today didn't seem to be an exception, but it wasn't the worst attire he'd seen Mizuki being clothed in. In comparison these clothes rather flattered the dark haired man. Shaking his head a little to get back on track Yuuta continued. "I know this is sudden, but, I was hoping that maybe, if you have the time that is" Yuuta added quickly "You might be able to discuss some of my techniques with me. I've been thinking recently and. I really want to be able to play tennis for a long while. And, I'd like to develop some kind of technique that doesn't put unnecessary strain on my arms." He peered at Mizuki inquiringly. "Would that be alright?"
As Yuuta spoke, Mizuki leaned against the door frame, twirling a strand of hair around his index finger. "Yuuta-kun," he said finally, stepping away from where he had been leaning and walking into his house. "You need only ask to receive help from the wonderfully talented Mizuki." He smirked over his shoulder at the younger male. "If you would only ask for help with your wardrobe...." He tsked a few times before opening the closed computer on the coffee table and starting up a program. "But, Yuuta-kun, I am perplexed as to how you came about my address."
Yuuta lit up when Mizuki answered in the positive. Too used to the way his captain referred to himself in third person. "Ah thank you, I really appreciate it" He started but paused slightly at Mizuki's friendly invitation of help with coordinating his own wardrobe."Aah, yeah, maybe some other time..." He fiddled nervously with the hem of his gray t-shirt. "Oh yeah, your address, I just asked the Obaa-san at the school reception." Yuuta glanced curiously at the computer screen. "What is this, exactly?"
"You do not need to thank me." After all, Yuuta, along with his own amazing tennis skills, would help lead their team to victory. It was only right that Mizuki use his powerful mind to help that along. The brunet sighed at Yuuta's comment on his wardrobe offer. Honestly, if only the boy would let him help.... His clothes were so embarrassingly unfashionable. Still, he did not comment further. "Nn~ And they just gave it to you? I shall have to have a talk with her. What if what of my rivals decided to come pounding on my door in the middle of the night? I cannot possibly entertain everyone's wishes." He scooted over on th couch, inviting without really inviting Yuuta to sit next to him. "This is a simulation program. Data goes in, and results come out. Have you never seen one?"
"Uhm, right, that would be bad, your rivals visiting in the middle of the night" Yuuta clarified. "I'm pretty sure she only gave me your address because she sees us together every day on our way to club though." He scratched himself idly on the chin. "I doubt she would have given it to me otherwise." Yuuta sat himself down next to Mizuki, further scrutinizing the computer screen. Data Mizuki said, huh. It seemed like Greek to him. "Hmm, no, I've never really been very interested in these sorts of things." He gave his senpai a quick glance. "Of course I have utmost respect for those who, you know...have an interest, in these things, data."
"Of course it would! One needs a perfect amount of sleep, both for the mind and for the complexion." He brushed his curls out of his face, deciding he would have to get a haircut soon. He entered Yuuta's name in the search box, easily pulling up everything he had ever gathered on the boy. "I will still have a talk with her." He was not placated. What if Fuji decided to show up at their school and beg for Mizuki's address? No, that just wouldn't do. Mizuki glanced over at Yuuta, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth. "No, I shouldn't think you would be interested in this. But right you are to respect it. If you'll recall, data was the reason our team has done so well all these years."
Yuuta hummed vaguely in agreement to what Mizuki was saying, leaning closer to the computer screen while trying to make sense of what he was seeing, and thus, hovered over Mizuki a bit. Suddenly he caught a whiff of something, something that smelled rather liked, freshly baked cinnamon rolls. But it was coming from the man sitting close to his left. Without contemplating the wisdom of his action he leaned in close, his nose at the crook of the brunettes neck and inhaled. "Is this cologne that you're wearing?" He asked off offhandedly, what he'd just done not having quite caught up with him yet.
Mizuki barely paid attention to Yuuta; he was completely engrossed in his work. Stats and numbers filled the screen. "Yuuta has grown since this...," he mumbled under his breath, almost forgetting about the other boy entirely. It was when he was entering in Yuuta's new statistics that he noticed how close Yuuta was to him. "Yuuta-kun~ If you wouldn't mind, I--" He cut himself off, a shiver going down his spine at Yuuta's warm breath on his neck. "...Not cologne, no." His eyes glazed over a bit, staring at the brown-haired boy. He quickly cleared his throat before he did something...inappropriate. "I was...baking earlier. There was a miscalculation with the amount of cinnamon."
Yuuta, leaned back and stared at Mizuki, first startled then amused. He quirked an eyebrow and said chuckling "A miscalculation? Don't you usually follow a recepie?"
A small noise of relief left him when Yuuta pulled away. His attraction to the other male had been something he'd noticed a long time ago, though he first put it off as simple being interested in his skills. Professionally, even. "...You underestimate me, Yuuta-kun. The great Mizuki does not need a recipe to make things taste good." In truth, what had happened was the recipe had smeared, and Mizuki had had to guess.
Yuuta could imagine all to well what Mizuki not following a recepie meant and held back a chuckle. "I see. I would gladly be taste tester." He smiled a little and added reassuringly. "Although I have no doubt it will be anything less than delicious."
The curly-haired boy raised an eyebrow. ".... Well of course it will be delicious. These hands made it. Nfufufu~" He turned his gaze back to the screen. "I will have to take new data." He sucked his teeth in annoyance. "You're growing too quickly."
Yuuta puffed out his chest in pride, pleased at Mizuki's comment, albeit spoken with annoyance. "Really? How much have I grown since last time?" He leaned over Mizuki again, looking at the screen, as if this time, his brain would be able to decipher the hidden information. In his eagerness unaware that one of his hands were resting on one of Mizukis well toned thighs.
"You've grown two centimeters since the last time I calculated your statistics. ...Just enough to throw off everything." Mizuki let out a dramatic sigh. "There is your previous height." He pointed to a place on the screen, trying very hard not to think about Yuuta's closeness, or the fact that his hand was very close to....
"Oh, two centimeters" Yuuta slumped in disappointment. He had expected a bigger difference in his height. The fingers on the hand resting on Mizuki's thigh twitched, as if frustrated. Feeling it he made a conscious effort to relax his fingers and squeeze the cushion underneath to make the twitching go away... Cushion? He looked down, confused as to why what he was kneading in the palm of his hand felt so decidedly different as opposed to what he was sitting on. Watching his hand on Mizuki's firm thigh fitted with dark skin tight jeans, blankly for a few seconds before realization hit him and he pulled his hand away as if he'd been burnt. "Oh, damn, sorry" He looked apologetically at his senpai. "I-I didn't realize I had put my hand there" He looked down towards his lap, hands on his knees, embarrassed. "Really, sorry."
"Two centimeters is enough to make a difference in these number, Yuuta-kun." Mizuki shook his head at the younger boy's enthusiasm. He really was growing too fast. Mizuki suspected a growth spurt was to blame. That would be problematic, but good in the long run. Taller people had better reach, after all. His eyes widened and shot down to what Yuuta was doing to his leg. He really didn't want to read into it. Surely, it was just a mistake on Yuuta's part. His reaction sure told him so. "...We should get to work on this." He cleared his throat and leaned away from the other boy a bit, hoping it wasn't too obvious. If Yuuta kept touching him that way, he couldn't be responsible for what he did to the other male.
Thankful that the older male didn't linger on what he'd just accidentally done, Yuuta was all too happy to agree to continue working on the tennis aspect of his visit. "Okay, yes, let's do this." He turned back to Mizuki expectantly. "So, how do we go about this?" He leaned his head to the side languidly, and thoughtfully said. "Do we experiment, until we find a technique that suits me" He looked at his senpai in search of answer "Or do you already have something in mind?"