Something so Simple part Two
Title: Something So Simple
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu, the rest of Rikkai
Rating: R
Word Count: ~12,600
Summary: What do you do when you wake up a girl?
Warnings: Genderswitch
Notes: Written for subrosa_tennis.
Part One
Niou arrives late to practice the next morning, like he has been since he came back: not late enough to actually gain punishment laps, but just late enough to miss everyone in the locker room, miss being seen by everyone.
The locker room feels oddly different without Niou there, Yagyuu realizes. There is still laughter and teasing, complaints and comments, but Niou's voice isn't there, his presence gone. Yagyuu hesitates to admit it, because his head is spinning in more circles than ever before, but he thinks he misses Niou.
His chest feels oddly tight when Niou finally joins them on the courts.
"Niou, Yagyuu, you're playing opposite Sanada and Kirihara," Yukimura says, and by the way Sanada and Yanagi glance at each other, and at Yukimura and Kirihara goes "huh?", Niou suspects it is the first they know about the doubles game, as well. But it is like Yukimura to spring such things on them, without warning, and no one objects or protests.
A normal day, a normal game, and Niou knows he and Yagyuu could beat Sanada and Kirihara; they are not normally doubles players, do not practice as much as Yagyuu and Niou have together. Even if neither of them could beat Sanada or even Kirihara at a singles game, doubles is their arena, their chance to show off.
But that morning is different. Niou isn't even sure if he can play - it has only been a week since he last played, and he has spent days doing drills designed to make him remember how to swing, how to serve, get back his center of gravity, but none of those are the same as actually playing. Walking onto the court, Niou swings his racket, testing his backhand, his forehand, and nods to Yagyuu.
Kirihara's eyes travel to Niou when they stand on the courts; Yagyuu has to wonder if Yukimura knows that Niou is a distraction to the junior, and it occurs to him then that such a thing could come in handy during a serious game - for who would expect to be playing opposite a girl, especially if it's someone they knew was once a guy? Yagyuu's lips twist into a quick, sharp smirk and he turns to Niou to tell him - but then he is faced with the fact that it is Niou who is the distraction and why.
The smirk dies and Yagyuu takes a step back, moving away, to the baseline. He doesn't notice the flash of Niou's eyes, no one does, but he feels it all the same, anger and frustration and something else that Yagyuu doesn't want to think about lingering in it and the wall between them grows higher, more solid. Yagyuu wonders, if he squints, can he see it there between them?
Kirihara's eyes are on Niou still and he seems entranced; Yagyuu serves directly for the junior, thinking it will be their chance to get ahead. But Sanada is there, and despite the fact that neither of them are exceptional doubles players, they are still exceptional players: they will make Yagyuu and Niou work for every point.
When Yagyuu misses a shot because it means moving too close to Niou, he expects Yukimura's voice, but it doesn't stop Yagyuu from barely concealing a wince at the anger in it. He refuses to look at Niou, refuses to think about how his partner is reacting to it. He knows though, that Niou is as bothered by it as he is, and Yagyuu presses his lips together into a firm line, staring at the ground.
"What the fuck was that?" Yukimura demands and his anger is almost palatable; it permeates the air around the court. No one dares say anything, barely even breathes. "That was an easy shot, Yagyuu. Why the hell did you miss it?"
"I-" Yagyuu begins, but gets nowhere, as he expects; Yukimura cuts him off before he can even form an explanation in his head.
"I don't care," he says. "Any explanation you give will be a lie and won't work." He pauses for a moment, draws in a breath and lowers his voice, although it is still sharp and stinging. "I don't care if Niou grows tentacles and tries to rape you every time you're near him, but stop avoiding him. I won't have anyone on the team who is going to bring us down because they are afraid of their doubles partner."
If the court was silent before, it is even worse now, Yagyuu thinks. Even Kirihara is silent; no one looks their way except Yukimura, almost afraid to be caught by their captain and face his wrath, as well.
Finally Yukimura sighs, the sound laced with disgust and something, Yagyuu thinks, which is akin to pity, but he can't be sure. "Get off the court. You have until Monday to fix this." The rest is implied, but there; if they don't fix it by Monday, they'll be off the team.
Yagyuu glances at Niou finally, only to find his partner staring back at him. Yagyuu has not always been able to read Niou, but he knows the other boy better than anyone else knows him, knows his moods and his looks and the meanings behind them.
He doesn't know the one that blazes in his eyes at the moment, though. Doesn't know it or understand it, and shies away from it, from understanding.
"Thanks, Yukimura," Niou says, and saunters off the court as though nothing is wrong. Yagyuu waits for a moment before nodding to his captain and following.
Twenty minutes pass before Yagyuu gathers up the courage to head into the locker room, hoping Niou will have showered and be dressed and gone within that amount of time. It's never taken him long to get ready and leave the locker rooms before.
Niou's sitting on the bench in front of his locker, the one right next to Yagyuu's, when Yagyuu walks in. Yagyuu's not sure what he's doing, because he's just sitting there staring, but when Yagyuu tries to walk past, Niou's leg - skinner than before, smooth and still tanned and mostly bare because Niou's skirt is shorter than it should be and he doesn't have any socks on yet - comes up, slamming against the locker, blocking Yagyuu's path.
"Excuse me," Yagyuu says, but doesn't try to push Niou's leg out of the way, or push past him as he normally would. He just stands there, waiting for Niou to move and knowing in the back of his mind that Niou's not going to.
"Afraid to touch me?" Niou mocks, his voice as smoothly polite as Yagyuu's, even if it is higher pitched and obviously a girl's and it reminds him only more of who Niou is, what they are to each other and why everything has changed.
He doesn't respond.
"Afraid to even talk to me, it seems." Niou's voice changes abruptly; although Yagyuu isn't looking at Niou, he can hear the sneer, feel the distaste. "What, afraid I've got cooties or I might turn you into a girl as well? Or maybe you're afraid of girls? Everyone thinks you're just hard to get-"
Niou's rambling, his voice full of spite, and Yagyuu doesn't know what to think, although he has some idea of why Niou's saying all of it, he doesn't want to hear it, just wants to be left alone - with his thoughts, without them, it doesn't matter - in peace. Niou's been the only one who could get under his skin like that, desperate enough to lash out.
Yagyuu reaches out, without thinking, because he rarely thinks when it comes to something like this, and curls his hands around Niou's shoulders, pulling him up. "Shut up," he whispers to Niou, who is looking at him with a smirk and knowing eyes, and who opens his mouth to continue talking. Before he can say anything, Yagyuu slams him against a locker and presses his lips against Niou's, lips he knows as well as he knows his own.
Niou still tastes like Niou, Yagyuu realizes again, in the savagery of the kiss; Niou bites down on his lip and Yagyuu feels the same surge of pleasure rush through his body.
Yagyuu pulls away, allowing them both to catch their breath, and Niou pulls him in again, the kiss this time less savage, but still rough, still them. Niou's hands fumble at Yagyuu's waist, slipping beneath the elastic of his shorts to wrap around his cock, and Yagyuu is almost tempted to return the favor, when the locker room door opens and slams closed.
Yagyuu wants to ignore the footsteps, but he can't, not when a voice follows.
"Niou-senpai?" Kirihara calls, and moves around the lockers, sees them, and stops quickly, his face flushing red. Yagyuu breaks the kiss again, but doesn't move; he feels Niou's hand loosen around him, slip out from his shorts. "Sorry," Kirihara mumbles.
"We were just talking," Yagyuu says, and this time does pull back, not caring what he looks like or how obvious his lie is. He can't even look at Niou, can't stay in the locker room for any longer, not even to change. Yagyuu grabs his bag and shoves his uniform into it, leaving before Niou or Kirihara can say anything.
"Stop running away, Hiroshi." Yagyuu thinks he hears from Niou, as he steps out of the locker room, but he can't be sure if Niou actually said it, or if it's only in his mind.
He doesn't know his own mind anymore.
Niou stares after Yagyuu for a long minute; to Kirihara it feels like an eternity, because while he can be patient and attentive on the tennis courts, focusing on anything else I beyond him. And the atmosphere in the locker room is awkward and heavy; even Kirihara can feel it and it makes him uncomfortable.
"Sorry," he says again, and this time does bolt from the locker room, leaving in the direction opposite Yagyuu's. The door closes on Niou's laugh, high and mocking and, Kirihara thinks, weird; Yanagi or Yukimura would know better than him what it meant, but he doesn't bring it up to them, doesn't mentioning seeing Niou and Yagyuu in the locker rooms.
-
Although there is no need, since tennis practice isn't going to happen for him, Yagyuu is awake at the same time as he usually is Saturday morning. The birds are chirping outside, and the sun is streaming in through the open windows-
Yagyuu sits up, because he knows he closed the window last night, although he didn't latch it, and now he knows why: he was expecting this, even if he thinks he never wanted this to happen.
Niou's sitting in the chair by his desk, facing the bed, face a perfect mask of indifference that Yagyuu knows he is hiding something. The only problem is that Yagyuu doesn't know what.
"We need to talk," Niou says, and if it weren't for the different inflections in his voice, Yagyuu would think that they had switched for the morning, it sounds so much like Yagyuu's own when he is being polite. There were other differences, but Yagyuu was trying not to think about those differences.
"We have nothing to discuss." Yagyuu is tempted to pull the blankets back up over his head and pretend to fall back to sleep, but it won't work, and he knows it. Once he is awake for the morning, he's awake, and even if the day was going to be completely opposite the norm, not all of his habits would disappear. "How did you manage to get in? The window was closed."
There's a pause, a brief moment of silence where Yagyuu wonders if his words hurt, and suspects they did, because Niou can pull apart his words and catch the hidden meaning. It's always been like that, since they met; Niou has been able to get past Yagyuu's defenses and read what he really is, and Yagyuu's been able to see past the prankster exterior to the depths beneath.
"'We have nothing to discuss,'" Niou mocks, his voice an almost perfect imitation of Yagyuu's, only to grow flat and hard a moment later. "Bullshit, Yagyuu. Unless you really don't fucking care about tennis, or the team." He doesn't add on the words Yagyuu is sure he wants to, but it doesn't matter, when he continues on. Yagyuu can feel Niou's eyes on him, threatening to penetrate to the core, tearing down everything Yagyuu's built up, starting to tear down that wall that's built between them.
Only, he thinks, that wall started crumbling yesterday; Yagyuu can still feel the bite of Niou's teeth on his lips, can still taste him on his tongue. And now, now he has to wonder what the point is, why he is worried about that wall coming down.
"And if you really wanted to keep me out, try locking the window next time."
Yagyuu hears Niou's words as if they were said from a point much further way than the few feet that separate them in the bedroom, but they bring him back from his thoughts. He sits up and pushes away the blankets, and when he stands from the bed, he's almost tempted to make his bed, as he does every morning when Niou's not in his bed when he first wakes up.
Could he ever lock the window against Niou?
But that's not the question now, or something he needs to think about, at all. Mostly because it's completely pointless, a stupid question that he, deep down, knows the answer to, one that'll never change. If he only admits to it.
"Fuck, Yagyuu," Niou says, and suddenly, without Yagyuu having realized it, Niou's there in front of him, eyes blazing with anger, almost tempting Yagyuu to take a step back. But there was no where to go; the bed was behind him and a step to either side wouldn't do anything to get him away from Niou.
"Language, Niou-kun," Yagyuu drawls, wondering what he's thinking, because he knows how Niou will react to that. Or at least, he did, at one point, but now he isn't too sure and that is really the problem; not knowing, being unsure, insecure in the knowledge of his partner and these changes and everything in the future.
Niou's fist flies toward him, and Yagyuu ducks it, grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, jerking Niou off balance and sending them both tumbling to the bed.
"Fuck you, Hiroshi," Niou snarls and Yagyuu can only laugh at Niou, before pressing him into the bed.
-
Niou is in Yagyuu’s bed when he wakes up the next morning and Yagyuu isn’t, but that doesn’t surprise him. In a world of changes, some things are constant, and Niou doesn't really mind those, for all he likes disorder and chaos in his life.
Niou stretches and yawns and looks at the clock, blinking sleep-encrusted eyes as he tries to make out the time. But it's not important, because it's Sunday morning and they don't have to be anywhere until the following morning, when Niou is sure Yukimura will put them through an even more gruesome doubles game than the one on Friday.
It's when he pulls his attention from the clock that Niou realizes something is wrong.
In one week, Niou's grown used to the way the sheets tent and fall, enjoying the feel of them over the breasts he'd developed and the feel of them falling over his legs. But they don't tent and fall that morning: instead they fall and tent. His body is no longer curvy in certain spots, flat in others, but flat and lean and his penis is stiff with a morning erection between his legs.
It occurs to him to wonder how it happened, why after a week his body is back to normal. But after a week long absence, it feels weird, almost awkward and Niou runs his fingers down his skin, over his sides and between his legs and over his dick, and then his mind is on autopilot, because none of it matters. The only thing that is important is that his body is back.
Yagyuu walks out of the bathroom before Niou finishes, and stops dead in his tracks, watching. He doesn't turn away.
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu, the rest of Rikkai
Rating: R
Word Count: ~12,600
Summary: What do you do when you wake up a girl?
Warnings: Genderswitch
Notes: Written for subrosa_tennis.
Part One
Niou arrives late to practice the next morning, like he has been since he came back: not late enough to actually gain punishment laps, but just late enough to miss everyone in the locker room, miss being seen by everyone.
The locker room feels oddly different without Niou there, Yagyuu realizes. There is still laughter and teasing, complaints and comments, but Niou's voice isn't there, his presence gone. Yagyuu hesitates to admit it, because his head is spinning in more circles than ever before, but he thinks he misses Niou.
His chest feels oddly tight when Niou finally joins them on the courts.
"Niou, Yagyuu, you're playing opposite Sanada and Kirihara," Yukimura says, and by the way Sanada and Yanagi glance at each other, and at Yukimura and Kirihara goes "huh?", Niou suspects it is the first they know about the doubles game, as well. But it is like Yukimura to spring such things on them, without warning, and no one objects or protests.
A normal day, a normal game, and Niou knows he and Yagyuu could beat Sanada and Kirihara; they are not normally doubles players, do not practice as much as Yagyuu and Niou have together. Even if neither of them could beat Sanada or even Kirihara at a singles game, doubles is their arena, their chance to show off.
But that morning is different. Niou isn't even sure if he can play - it has only been a week since he last played, and he has spent days doing drills designed to make him remember how to swing, how to serve, get back his center of gravity, but none of those are the same as actually playing. Walking onto the court, Niou swings his racket, testing his backhand, his forehand, and nods to Yagyuu.
Kirihara's eyes travel to Niou when they stand on the courts; Yagyuu has to wonder if Yukimura knows that Niou is a distraction to the junior, and it occurs to him then that such a thing could come in handy during a serious game - for who would expect to be playing opposite a girl, especially if it's someone they knew was once a guy? Yagyuu's lips twist into a quick, sharp smirk and he turns to Niou to tell him - but then he is faced with the fact that it is Niou who is the distraction and why.
The smirk dies and Yagyuu takes a step back, moving away, to the baseline. He doesn't notice the flash of Niou's eyes, no one does, but he feels it all the same, anger and frustration and something else that Yagyuu doesn't want to think about lingering in it and the wall between them grows higher, more solid. Yagyuu wonders, if he squints, can he see it there between them?
Kirihara's eyes are on Niou still and he seems entranced; Yagyuu serves directly for the junior, thinking it will be their chance to get ahead. But Sanada is there, and despite the fact that neither of them are exceptional doubles players, they are still exceptional players: they will make Yagyuu and Niou work for every point.
When Yagyuu misses a shot because it means moving too close to Niou, he expects Yukimura's voice, but it doesn't stop Yagyuu from barely concealing a wince at the anger in it. He refuses to look at Niou, refuses to think about how his partner is reacting to it. He knows though, that Niou is as bothered by it as he is, and Yagyuu presses his lips together into a firm line, staring at the ground.
"What the fuck was that?" Yukimura demands and his anger is almost palatable; it permeates the air around the court. No one dares say anything, barely even breathes. "That was an easy shot, Yagyuu. Why the hell did you miss it?"
"I-" Yagyuu begins, but gets nowhere, as he expects; Yukimura cuts him off before he can even form an explanation in his head.
"I don't care," he says. "Any explanation you give will be a lie and won't work." He pauses for a moment, draws in a breath and lowers his voice, although it is still sharp and stinging. "I don't care if Niou grows tentacles and tries to rape you every time you're near him, but stop avoiding him. I won't have anyone on the team who is going to bring us down because they are afraid of their doubles partner."
If the court was silent before, it is even worse now, Yagyuu thinks. Even Kirihara is silent; no one looks their way except Yukimura, almost afraid to be caught by their captain and face his wrath, as well.
Finally Yukimura sighs, the sound laced with disgust and something, Yagyuu thinks, which is akin to pity, but he can't be sure. "Get off the court. You have until Monday to fix this." The rest is implied, but there; if they don't fix it by Monday, they'll be off the team.
Yagyuu glances at Niou finally, only to find his partner staring back at him. Yagyuu has not always been able to read Niou, but he knows the other boy better than anyone else knows him, knows his moods and his looks and the meanings behind them.
He doesn't know the one that blazes in his eyes at the moment, though. Doesn't know it or understand it, and shies away from it, from understanding.
"Thanks, Yukimura," Niou says, and saunters off the court as though nothing is wrong. Yagyuu waits for a moment before nodding to his captain and following.
Twenty minutes pass before Yagyuu gathers up the courage to head into the locker room, hoping Niou will have showered and be dressed and gone within that amount of time. It's never taken him long to get ready and leave the locker rooms before.
Niou's sitting on the bench in front of his locker, the one right next to Yagyuu's, when Yagyuu walks in. Yagyuu's not sure what he's doing, because he's just sitting there staring, but when Yagyuu tries to walk past, Niou's leg - skinner than before, smooth and still tanned and mostly bare because Niou's skirt is shorter than it should be and he doesn't have any socks on yet - comes up, slamming against the locker, blocking Yagyuu's path.
"Excuse me," Yagyuu says, but doesn't try to push Niou's leg out of the way, or push past him as he normally would. He just stands there, waiting for Niou to move and knowing in the back of his mind that Niou's not going to.
"Afraid to touch me?" Niou mocks, his voice as smoothly polite as Yagyuu's, even if it is higher pitched and obviously a girl's and it reminds him only more of who Niou is, what they are to each other and why everything has changed.
He doesn't respond.
"Afraid to even talk to me, it seems." Niou's voice changes abruptly; although Yagyuu isn't looking at Niou, he can hear the sneer, feel the distaste. "What, afraid I've got cooties or I might turn you into a girl as well? Or maybe you're afraid of girls? Everyone thinks you're just hard to get-"
Niou's rambling, his voice full of spite, and Yagyuu doesn't know what to think, although he has some idea of why Niou's saying all of it, he doesn't want to hear it, just wants to be left alone - with his thoughts, without them, it doesn't matter - in peace. Niou's been the only one who could get under his skin like that, desperate enough to lash out.
Yagyuu reaches out, without thinking, because he rarely thinks when it comes to something like this, and curls his hands around Niou's shoulders, pulling him up. "Shut up," he whispers to Niou, who is looking at him with a smirk and knowing eyes, and who opens his mouth to continue talking. Before he can say anything, Yagyuu slams him against a locker and presses his lips against Niou's, lips he knows as well as he knows his own.
Niou still tastes like Niou, Yagyuu realizes again, in the savagery of the kiss; Niou bites down on his lip and Yagyuu feels the same surge of pleasure rush through his body.
Yagyuu pulls away, allowing them both to catch their breath, and Niou pulls him in again, the kiss this time less savage, but still rough, still them. Niou's hands fumble at Yagyuu's waist, slipping beneath the elastic of his shorts to wrap around his cock, and Yagyuu is almost tempted to return the favor, when the locker room door opens and slams closed.
Yagyuu wants to ignore the footsteps, but he can't, not when a voice follows.
"Niou-senpai?" Kirihara calls, and moves around the lockers, sees them, and stops quickly, his face flushing red. Yagyuu breaks the kiss again, but doesn't move; he feels Niou's hand loosen around him, slip out from his shorts. "Sorry," Kirihara mumbles.
"We were just talking," Yagyuu says, and this time does pull back, not caring what he looks like or how obvious his lie is. He can't even look at Niou, can't stay in the locker room for any longer, not even to change. Yagyuu grabs his bag and shoves his uniform into it, leaving before Niou or Kirihara can say anything.
"Stop running away, Hiroshi." Yagyuu thinks he hears from Niou, as he steps out of the locker room, but he can't be sure if Niou actually said it, or if it's only in his mind.
He doesn't know his own mind anymore.
Niou stares after Yagyuu for a long minute; to Kirihara it feels like an eternity, because while he can be patient and attentive on the tennis courts, focusing on anything else I beyond him. And the atmosphere in the locker room is awkward and heavy; even Kirihara can feel it and it makes him uncomfortable.
"Sorry," he says again, and this time does bolt from the locker room, leaving in the direction opposite Yagyuu's. The door closes on Niou's laugh, high and mocking and, Kirihara thinks, weird; Yanagi or Yukimura would know better than him what it meant, but he doesn't bring it up to them, doesn't mentioning seeing Niou and Yagyuu in the locker rooms.
-
Although there is no need, since tennis practice isn't going to happen for him, Yagyuu is awake at the same time as he usually is Saturday morning. The birds are chirping outside, and the sun is streaming in through the open windows-
Yagyuu sits up, because he knows he closed the window last night, although he didn't latch it, and now he knows why: he was expecting this, even if he thinks he never wanted this to happen.
Niou's sitting in the chair by his desk, facing the bed, face a perfect mask of indifference that Yagyuu knows he is hiding something. The only problem is that Yagyuu doesn't know what.
"We need to talk," Niou says, and if it weren't for the different inflections in his voice, Yagyuu would think that they had switched for the morning, it sounds so much like Yagyuu's own when he is being polite. There were other differences, but Yagyuu was trying not to think about those differences.
"We have nothing to discuss." Yagyuu is tempted to pull the blankets back up over his head and pretend to fall back to sleep, but it won't work, and he knows it. Once he is awake for the morning, he's awake, and even if the day was going to be completely opposite the norm, not all of his habits would disappear. "How did you manage to get in? The window was closed."
There's a pause, a brief moment of silence where Yagyuu wonders if his words hurt, and suspects they did, because Niou can pull apart his words and catch the hidden meaning. It's always been like that, since they met; Niou has been able to get past Yagyuu's defenses and read what he really is, and Yagyuu's been able to see past the prankster exterior to the depths beneath.
"'We have nothing to discuss,'" Niou mocks, his voice an almost perfect imitation of Yagyuu's, only to grow flat and hard a moment later. "Bullshit, Yagyuu. Unless you really don't fucking care about tennis, or the team." He doesn't add on the words Yagyuu is sure he wants to, but it doesn't matter, when he continues on. Yagyuu can feel Niou's eyes on him, threatening to penetrate to the core, tearing down everything Yagyuu's built up, starting to tear down that wall that's built between them.
Only, he thinks, that wall started crumbling yesterday; Yagyuu can still feel the bite of Niou's teeth on his lips, can still taste him on his tongue. And now, now he has to wonder what the point is, why he is worried about that wall coming down.
"And if you really wanted to keep me out, try locking the window next time."
Yagyuu hears Niou's words as if they were said from a point much further way than the few feet that separate them in the bedroom, but they bring him back from his thoughts. He sits up and pushes away the blankets, and when he stands from the bed, he's almost tempted to make his bed, as he does every morning when Niou's not in his bed when he first wakes up.
Could he ever lock the window against Niou?
But that's not the question now, or something he needs to think about, at all. Mostly because it's completely pointless, a stupid question that he, deep down, knows the answer to, one that'll never change. If he only admits to it.
"Fuck, Yagyuu," Niou says, and suddenly, without Yagyuu having realized it, Niou's there in front of him, eyes blazing with anger, almost tempting Yagyuu to take a step back. But there was no where to go; the bed was behind him and a step to either side wouldn't do anything to get him away from Niou.
"Language, Niou-kun," Yagyuu drawls, wondering what he's thinking, because he knows how Niou will react to that. Or at least, he did, at one point, but now he isn't too sure and that is really the problem; not knowing, being unsure, insecure in the knowledge of his partner and these changes and everything in the future.
Niou's fist flies toward him, and Yagyuu ducks it, grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, jerking Niou off balance and sending them both tumbling to the bed.
"Fuck you, Hiroshi," Niou snarls and Yagyuu can only laugh at Niou, before pressing him into the bed.
-
Niou is in Yagyuu’s bed when he wakes up the next morning and Yagyuu isn’t, but that doesn’t surprise him. In a world of changes, some things are constant, and Niou doesn't really mind those, for all he likes disorder and chaos in his life.
Niou stretches and yawns and looks at the clock, blinking sleep-encrusted eyes as he tries to make out the time. But it's not important, because it's Sunday morning and they don't have to be anywhere until the following morning, when Niou is sure Yukimura will put them through an even more gruesome doubles game than the one on Friday.
It's when he pulls his attention from the clock that Niou realizes something is wrong.
In one week, Niou's grown used to the way the sheets tent and fall, enjoying the feel of them over the breasts he'd developed and the feel of them falling over his legs. But they don't tent and fall that morning: instead they fall and tent. His body is no longer curvy in certain spots, flat in others, but flat and lean and his penis is stiff with a morning erection between his legs.
It occurs to him to wonder how it happened, why after a week his body is back to normal. But after a week long absence, it feels weird, almost awkward and Niou runs his fingers down his skin, over his sides and between his legs and over his dick, and then his mind is on autopilot, because none of it matters. The only thing that is important is that his body is back.
Yagyuu walks out of the bathroom before Niou finishes, and stops dead in his tracks, watching. He doesn't turn away.