Roleplay log + Fanart
I've got permission from happiestwhen to post this, so I will! I play Momo and she plays Kaidoh in a roleplay we're in. So we wrote this backstory log that started Kaidoh's feelings for Momo, and I drew some fanart for it as well.
So enjoy the fanfiction and fanart!
It's all very fluffy and awww, and why is the MomoKai fandom so small? ;_;
The night after the Regional Finals, Kaidoh can't sleep. He feels like his whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, like he's wired from head to toe. He goes on a long, three-hour run, beyond his regular route, and when he gets back home, his clock reads 1:17 AM. He isn't even tired.
Kaidoh knows that it's normal to be excited about the championship win, but it isn't just the win that's exciting him and keeping him up far later than usual. He's thinking about his game with Momoshiro, a match they lost and yet… reflecting on it, Kaidoh doesn't feel a single pang of regret or frustration over the loss. In fact, he feels really satisfied with it, with the way they played, giving it everything they had, and, more than that, the way Momoshiro had supported him, encouraged him; the way they'd encouraged each other.
Kaidoh thinks that it was maybe the best he's ever played.
The next morning, he gets to school early, strangely not tired despite getting only a few hours of sleep. He's still running on adrenaline, and he's looking forward to seeing Momoshiro, not because he's angry with him and wants to punch his face in, but because… well, he's not really sure. But yesterday felt different, like the start of something new, although Kaidoh isn't sure what.
The tennis courts are completely empty when Kaidoh arrives. He drops off his bag and uniform at the clubroom and heads out onto the court to do stretches. It's quiet, but Kaidoh doesn't mind. His body still feels like it's thrumming with anticipation, ready for the next challenge. He feels good.
Momoshiro doesn’t feel much different from Kaidoh. They had won, well, they had lost, but it doesn’t feel like it. Even if their match was lost, Momoshiro still felt bubbly feelings boil over into extreme happiness, sprinkled with lots of arrogance and a of dash pride. They played well, and they played good. For once, Momoshiro thinks he knows what Oishi and Eiji mean when they talk about being in synchro. Doubles seemed like a whole lot more fun all of the sudden; he’s never felt that thrilled before, never that pumped up, shot with adrenaline.
He’s brimming with so much happiness that the pain in his knee is only a small afterthought in his mind. In fact, he doesn’t even feel it at all. The green bandana Kaidoh gave to him during the match to wrap his knee, was stained with blood. His blood. It takes him two hours of washing it by hand to get the stains to disappear, but Momoshiro was in a far too good mood to care. In fact, he was whistling a tune as well. He neatly folds the bandana and stuffs it into his bag, so he can return it to Kaidoh tomorrow. Then he puts a bunch of bandages on his knee. It looks ridiculous, but he doesn’t care.
At night, Momoshiro can’t help but replay their matches inside of his head. The ones his teammates played, they were good-but mostly, he thought of the one with Kaidoh. They had some very good opponents, opponents who could return Kaidoh’s boomerang snake, and that proved to be too much for that Mamushi. It’s weird, he thinks, at that time he wasn’t thinking about showing off his skills, and how he could win this match alone.
No, he was thinking about trying to snap Kaidoh out of it. Because he needed him-it was their match. That’s what doubles is about.
That they eventually lost didn’t matter. Kaidoh pulled through, and they gave it the best they got. It was an awesome match, pretty much the equivalent of watching Chuck Norris fight Bruce Lee. Except they were Bruce Lee, and the opponents were Chuck Norris. Well, fuck Chuck Norris. Kaidoh’s better anyway. Not better than him of course, but he puts up a good fight.
Yeah. A great fight.
Momoshiro rides his bike to school while whistling another tune. He dumps it at the bike racks, and walks to the tennis courts. It’s early in the morning-that’s kind of his fault; he didn’t close an eye last night-and no one is really there. Oh no wait, there’s Kaidoh, doing his stretches at the break of dawn. What a freak. But Momoshiro is smiling and happily walks over to him.
“Yo, Mamushi,” he calls out. “You trying to go for some kind of record?” And he means; why the hell are you here so early.
Momoshiro's voice catches Kaidoh off-guard and makes his pulse leap, as surely anyone's would; Kaidoh had thought he was alone. He looks up from where he's sitting on the court doing toe-touches and sees Momoshiro. He looks happy, and that kind of makes Kaidoh feel happy too, which is... unexpected, but maybe it's just the adrenaline carrying over from yesterday.
"Hey," he says, relaxing out of the stretch. "Surprised you're even awake."
Momoshiro slides the bag off from his shoulder and dumps it onto the ground. “Couldn’t sleep, you?” Couldn’t sleep was an understatement, he was wide awake. He still feels wide awake. Maybe he should do some stretches too, to burn off some of the excitement.
"Yeah." Kaidoh is surprised to find he's agreeing with Momoshiro about something. He surprises himself even more when he says, "That was fun yesterday."
Momoshiro grins at him in return and nods his head. “It was, wasn’t it? I’m not even angry that we lost.” Far from it, the complete opposite almost. He doesn’t even have it in him to pin their loss on Kaidoh, which he usually does when they lose. No, today is a good day. It’s early in the morning, and he hasn’t slept at all, but he really doesn’t care.
His hands slide down the zipper of his tennis bag, and he pulls it open. “How many of those do you keep?” he asks, and points with one hand at Kaidoh’s head. Then he pulls out the small folded green square out of his bag. It’s wrinkled now, since he stuffed it in there carelessly, and during the bike ride everything got messed up inside of his bag. But hey, at least it’s clean.
Momoshiro walks over to Kaidoh, and sticks out his hand with the bandana clutched inside of it, his face smiling brightly.
“Thanks for, you know-“ Showing that you cared. “-preventing myself from bleeding all over the court. Took a while to get the blood out of it. Sorry if I didn’t get everything out.”
Kaidoh sits up a little. His eyes soften and he reaches out to take the bandana. His hand covers Momoshiro's as he does, completely by accident, and the touch seems to send an electric shock through his fingertips. Must be static, he thinks.
"You didn't have to wash it," he says, not sure why he hasn't pulled away yet. "Uh, how is your knee?"
Momoshiro pulls his hand away to lift up the cuff of his pants, high enough to show off his left knee. The bandages he used were his sister’s, and they were colourful, for grade schoolers, really. But he thinks they actually look kinda cool. So he looks back up with a grin plastered on his face.
“It’s taken care of,” he says. “Doesn’t even hurt, I can’t even tell. Except for when I rode my bike here and had to bent through my knee every single time, but it’s ok. Doesn’t hurt.” He drops his pants and stands up straighter. “Seriously though, how many do you keep with you? You actually had another one on your head right after our match!” Not that Momoshiro was particularly paying attention to Kaidoh or anything.
"I had it in my bag," Kaidoh says with a shrug. He looks at the bandana in his hand now, the one he'd given to Momoshiro to tie around his leg, the one Momoshiro had kept with him and washed and brought back to school to return.
"This one is my favorite," he says, and for some reason the words make his face feel hot like he's just let slip a secret. He hisses and shoves the bandana into his pocket. "Because the color is cool," he adds quickly.
“That much was obvious,” says Momoshiro with an aloof grin. “You’re always wearing it. I sometimes see you training outside of school with a different colour though. Like red.” He turns around to walk away from Kaidoh and picks up his bag.
“I’m gonna go change, do you wanna play a match real fast before anyone comes by?”
Kaidoh doesn't even hesitate when he says, "Sure, but don't think you're going to beat me!" Adrenaline pumps through his veins once more. It's been less than 24 hours since he stood on the court with Momoshiro in a match, but for some reason even that long is too long and he feels himself itching for another chance to play with him, like he can't get enough.
Momoshiro swings the bag over his shoulder, and then he thumps his fist against his chest, as if to prove his own worth. “Those are some tough words, Kaidoh.” He walks across the court, and passes him. He pushes the same fist against Kaidoh’s bare arm and smirks at him. “You sure you’re as good as you say?” His purple eyes flick up to meet Kaidoh’s. He’s smirking like a little devil.
The touch of Momoshiro's hand and the look on his face make something new and strange twist in Kaidoh's chest, but he rises to the challenge and replies with a growl. "I know I am. I won't lose to you."
The spiky haired boy simply laughs it off and struts away. Struts. ‘Cause he’s feeling good, and it’s a damn good day. Everything’s glowing to him. He enters the clubroom and swiftly undresses to put on his tennis gear. It’s not even five minutes later, and he’s walking out already. He rolls up the sleeves of his jersey, as he always does. There’s a racket in his right hand, and a ball in his left.
But hey, he should probably stretch first-that’s what Mamushi would say. Not that he didn’t already get enough exercise pedaling his bike to school. He carefully puts down his racket and ball on one of the benches, then cheerfully hops over to Kaidoh. He plumps down next to him on the ground, his legs stretched out before him. His fingers try and reach for his shoes, until he grabs the sole of it.
“Come on, do me, if you’re ready to lose.”
"Dumbass," Kaidoh hisses, but rises to his feet, moving to kneel behind Momoshiro. He rests his hands on Momoshiro's shoulders, leans forward, and presses all of his weight against him, pushing him forward into a deeper stretch. And there really must be static in the air this morning, Kaidoh thinks, because his fingers get the same electric feeling as before. In fact, this time it's not just his fingers, but almost his whole body.
“Hey-hey, not so much!” Momoshiro wheezes out. It hurt! He lets go of his shoes to swat at Kaidoh’s hands on his shoulders. “Ease into it man, I’m no noodle like you.”
Kaidoh glares at the back of Momoshiro's head. "Then you really should do this more often," he says simply, but eases back a little bit, pushing more gently this time.
Momoshiro cracks his neck, left and right, then stretches out his arms to hold his shoes again. With Kaidoh pressing down more gently, it feels better. Better than normal. “Shut up,” he says, but it lacks any of his usual bite. It’s still a good day damnit, like hell will anything ruin it for him.
He looks up from his feet towards the rising sun in the sky. “Hey, this is the first time we’re here together so early, isn’t it?” he muses softly.
"I guess," Kaidoh says, and is suddenly acutely aware of how it's just the two of them, and of how very warm Momoshiro's body is. Whatever was tugging at his chest before is back and it startles Kaidoh so much it makes him jerk away, removing his weight from Momoshiro's back entirely.
"Let's play," he says gruffly, trying to suppress whatever the feeling was. Maybe it's sleep-deprivation, he thinks. He could ask Inui-senpai about it later.
Momoshiro jerks his head around to glare at Kaidoh. “Hey, I wasn’t done yet!” He stands up and brushes off his thighs and calves, almost getting rid of one of the bandages that was stuck on his knee by accident.
“You just want to have a head start, don’t you? So that when we’re playing, I’ll have a sudden cramp in my leg, and you’ll take the point from me.” Well too bad, Momoshiro will play awesome today either way. “And here I was thinking perhaps we could play on equal footing today.” He’s provoking Kaidoh, but that’s what Momoshiro does best, and today is a good day. Nothing can bring him down.
Then he hits the back of Kaidoh’s head, and yanks off his blue bandana. “Hehe, you shouldn’t be wearing this one anymore.” He holds the bandana in front of Kaidoh’s face, taunting him.
"Asshole!" Kaidoh yells, snatching the bandana back. He scowls at Momoshiro, but his body is thrumming with excitement, rather than irritation. "Do you wanna fight or something?!"
“Thought you’d never ask!” And Momoshiro tackles Kaidoh’s midriff, bringing him down to the ground. They can get exercise this way, he thinks. He’s laughing out loud as he tries to grab for Kaidoh’s bandana again, which is firmly gripped inside of that snake’s hand. It doesn’t matter though, nothing really does.
Kaidoh grabs Momoshiro's collar with his free hand and shoves against his chest, trying to push him off, but it's hard when he's moving so much, so he tries to roll them both over instead.
"Get off!" he growls, but he doesn't look angry when he says it. He can hear Momoshiro laughing in his ear and it's not even because he thinks Kaidoh did something dumb this time. It makes Kaidoh feel static everywhere again, but he's pretty sure that just means it's a really good fight.
Momoshiro doesn’t even struggle as Kaidoh rolls on top of him, but he does manage to snatch the bandana away, and now it’s back in his own hands. He grins smugly up at Kaidoh, whose face is right above his own.
“That’s not getting off, Mamushi,” Momoshiro tells him while laughing. “That’s getting on!”
"Shut up!" Kaidoh says, yanking at the bandana in Momoshiro's hand. Momoshiro's grip is surprisingly firm, so he ends up just yanking on Momoshiro's hand. "Give that back!" he hisses, and jams his fist against Momoshiro's stomach as though it will help to persuade him.
Momoshiro coughs out a sharp breath of pain. Damn that snake. So instead of being kind, and giving Kaidoh back his stupid bandana, he clutches it close to his chest, until he stuffs it down his shirt. He’s feeling rather devilish today, doesn’t he? He tries to wriggle out underneath Kaidoh, his legs brushing up against the other boy, but he doesn’t have any good leverage, so he looks like a fish flopping out on dry land.
“Ass,” he breathes out as he stops struggling. But he’s grinning still. He’s going to have a really sore face tomorrow from all that smiling. He tries to stop smiling for a second, trying to appear serious and menacing. But after looking up at Kaidoh’s face again, he bursts into a fit of giggles.
Oh yeah, today’s a good day.
Kaidoh stops too, and raises an eyebrow. "Did you seriously just put my bandana down your shirt?!" he demands, but then his mouth cracks into a smile and he laughs too; it's hardly a giggle or anything, maybe not even a real laugh by normal standards, but it surprises him just the same. "You fucking idiot."
“I did not put it down my shirt,” lies Momoshiro in a sing song voice. “You need to get your eyes checked or something.” Then he puts one hand against Kaidoh’s chest, and the other snakes around the back of Kaidoh’s neck, and he pulls him down closer, until they knock their foreheads against each other.
“See?” says Momoshiro with a playful smirk, and then like a magic trick, he pulls Kaidoh’s bandana out of the back of his shirt. He leaves it hanging sloppily over Kaidoh’s head. “It was your shirt, not mine.”
Having his face so close to Momoshiro's makes Kaidoh's chest do that tugging thing again, so he pulls the bandana off his head and sits up. The tugging stops. Maybe he has some kind of allergy to Momoshiro's face.
So he punches it, not hard enough to really hurt, just a knock to say, Stop giving me chest pains, dumbass.
Momoshiro flings Kaidoh off of him, finally-getting punched in the face is not exactly something he was looking forward today. He sits up straight as well, and reaches for Kaidoh’s collar …
“Momoshiro! Kaidoh! Ten laps!”
But he didn’t even get to punch him back! Momoshiro whines out loud about getting interrupted, and he stands up, getting ready to run his laps. Then as he walks past Kaidoh, he knocks him on top of his head with his elbow. He blows him a raspberry and jogs away.
Today was a good day.
[Fanart under spoiler]
So enjoy the fanfiction and fanart!
It's all very fluffy and awww, and why is the MomoKai fandom so small? ;_;
The night after the Regional Finals, Kaidoh can't sleep. He feels like his whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, like he's wired from head to toe. He goes on a long, three-hour run, beyond his regular route, and when he gets back home, his clock reads 1:17 AM. He isn't even tired.
Kaidoh knows that it's normal to be excited about the championship win, but it isn't just the win that's exciting him and keeping him up far later than usual. He's thinking about his game with Momoshiro, a match they lost and yet… reflecting on it, Kaidoh doesn't feel a single pang of regret or frustration over the loss. In fact, he feels really satisfied with it, with the way they played, giving it everything they had, and, more than that, the way Momoshiro had supported him, encouraged him; the way they'd encouraged each other.
Kaidoh thinks that it was maybe the best he's ever played.
The next morning, he gets to school early, strangely not tired despite getting only a few hours of sleep. He's still running on adrenaline, and he's looking forward to seeing Momoshiro, not because he's angry with him and wants to punch his face in, but because… well, he's not really sure. But yesterday felt different, like the start of something new, although Kaidoh isn't sure what.
The tennis courts are completely empty when Kaidoh arrives. He drops off his bag and uniform at the clubroom and heads out onto the court to do stretches. It's quiet, but Kaidoh doesn't mind. His body still feels like it's thrumming with anticipation, ready for the next challenge. He feels good.
Momoshiro doesn’t feel much different from Kaidoh. They had won, well, they had lost, but it doesn’t feel like it. Even if their match was lost, Momoshiro still felt bubbly feelings boil over into extreme happiness, sprinkled with lots of arrogance and a of dash pride. They played well, and they played good. For once, Momoshiro thinks he knows what Oishi and Eiji mean when they talk about being in synchro. Doubles seemed like a whole lot more fun all of the sudden; he’s never felt that thrilled before, never that pumped up, shot with adrenaline.
He’s brimming with so much happiness that the pain in his knee is only a small afterthought in his mind. In fact, he doesn’t even feel it at all. The green bandana Kaidoh gave to him during the match to wrap his knee, was stained with blood. His blood. It takes him two hours of washing it by hand to get the stains to disappear, but Momoshiro was in a far too good mood to care. In fact, he was whistling a tune as well. He neatly folds the bandana and stuffs it into his bag, so he can return it to Kaidoh tomorrow. Then he puts a bunch of bandages on his knee. It looks ridiculous, but he doesn’t care.
At night, Momoshiro can’t help but replay their matches inside of his head. The ones his teammates played, they were good-but mostly, he thought of the one with Kaidoh. They had some very good opponents, opponents who could return Kaidoh’s boomerang snake, and that proved to be too much for that Mamushi. It’s weird, he thinks, at that time he wasn’t thinking about showing off his skills, and how he could win this match alone.
No, he was thinking about trying to snap Kaidoh out of it. Because he needed him-it was their match. That’s what doubles is about.
That they eventually lost didn’t matter. Kaidoh pulled through, and they gave it the best they got. It was an awesome match, pretty much the equivalent of watching Chuck Norris fight Bruce Lee. Except they were Bruce Lee, and the opponents were Chuck Norris. Well, fuck Chuck Norris. Kaidoh’s better anyway. Not better than him of course, but he puts up a good fight.
Yeah. A great fight.
Momoshiro rides his bike to school while whistling another tune. He dumps it at the bike racks, and walks to the tennis courts. It’s early in the morning-that’s kind of his fault; he didn’t close an eye last night-and no one is really there. Oh no wait, there’s Kaidoh, doing his stretches at the break of dawn. What a freak. But Momoshiro is smiling and happily walks over to him.
“Yo, Mamushi,” he calls out. “You trying to go for some kind of record?” And he means; why the hell are you here so early.
Momoshiro's voice catches Kaidoh off-guard and makes his pulse leap, as surely anyone's would; Kaidoh had thought he was alone. He looks up from where he's sitting on the court doing toe-touches and sees Momoshiro. He looks happy, and that kind of makes Kaidoh feel happy too, which is... unexpected, but maybe it's just the adrenaline carrying over from yesterday.
"Hey," he says, relaxing out of the stretch. "Surprised you're even awake."
Momoshiro slides the bag off from his shoulder and dumps it onto the ground. “Couldn’t sleep, you?” Couldn’t sleep was an understatement, he was wide awake. He still feels wide awake. Maybe he should do some stretches too, to burn off some of the excitement.
"Yeah." Kaidoh is surprised to find he's agreeing with Momoshiro about something. He surprises himself even more when he says, "That was fun yesterday."
Momoshiro grins at him in return and nods his head. “It was, wasn’t it? I’m not even angry that we lost.” Far from it, the complete opposite almost. He doesn’t even have it in him to pin their loss on Kaidoh, which he usually does when they lose. No, today is a good day. It’s early in the morning, and he hasn’t slept at all, but he really doesn’t care.
His hands slide down the zipper of his tennis bag, and he pulls it open. “How many of those do you keep?” he asks, and points with one hand at Kaidoh’s head. Then he pulls out the small folded green square out of his bag. It’s wrinkled now, since he stuffed it in there carelessly, and during the bike ride everything got messed up inside of his bag. But hey, at least it’s clean.
Momoshiro walks over to Kaidoh, and sticks out his hand with the bandana clutched inside of it, his face smiling brightly.
“Thanks for, you know-“ Showing that you cared. “-preventing myself from bleeding all over the court. Took a while to get the blood out of it. Sorry if I didn’t get everything out.”
Kaidoh sits up a little. His eyes soften and he reaches out to take the bandana. His hand covers Momoshiro's as he does, completely by accident, and the touch seems to send an electric shock through his fingertips. Must be static, he thinks.
"You didn't have to wash it," he says, not sure why he hasn't pulled away yet. "Uh, how is your knee?"
Momoshiro pulls his hand away to lift up the cuff of his pants, high enough to show off his left knee. The bandages he used were his sister’s, and they were colourful, for grade schoolers, really. But he thinks they actually look kinda cool. So he looks back up with a grin plastered on his face.
“It’s taken care of,” he says. “Doesn’t even hurt, I can’t even tell. Except for when I rode my bike here and had to bent through my knee every single time, but it’s ok. Doesn’t hurt.” He drops his pants and stands up straighter. “Seriously though, how many do you keep with you? You actually had another one on your head right after our match!” Not that Momoshiro was particularly paying attention to Kaidoh or anything.
"I had it in my bag," Kaidoh says with a shrug. He looks at the bandana in his hand now, the one he'd given to Momoshiro to tie around his leg, the one Momoshiro had kept with him and washed and brought back to school to return.
"This one is my favorite," he says, and for some reason the words make his face feel hot like he's just let slip a secret. He hisses and shoves the bandana into his pocket. "Because the color is cool," he adds quickly.
“That much was obvious,” says Momoshiro with an aloof grin. “You’re always wearing it. I sometimes see you training outside of school with a different colour though. Like red.” He turns around to walk away from Kaidoh and picks up his bag.
“I’m gonna go change, do you wanna play a match real fast before anyone comes by?”
Kaidoh doesn't even hesitate when he says, "Sure, but don't think you're going to beat me!" Adrenaline pumps through his veins once more. It's been less than 24 hours since he stood on the court with Momoshiro in a match, but for some reason even that long is too long and he feels himself itching for another chance to play with him, like he can't get enough.
Momoshiro swings the bag over his shoulder, and then he thumps his fist against his chest, as if to prove his own worth. “Those are some tough words, Kaidoh.” He walks across the court, and passes him. He pushes the same fist against Kaidoh’s bare arm and smirks at him. “You sure you’re as good as you say?” His purple eyes flick up to meet Kaidoh’s. He’s smirking like a little devil.
The touch of Momoshiro's hand and the look on his face make something new and strange twist in Kaidoh's chest, but he rises to the challenge and replies with a growl. "I know I am. I won't lose to you."
The spiky haired boy simply laughs it off and struts away. Struts. ‘Cause he’s feeling good, and it’s a damn good day. Everything’s glowing to him. He enters the clubroom and swiftly undresses to put on his tennis gear. It’s not even five minutes later, and he’s walking out already. He rolls up the sleeves of his jersey, as he always does. There’s a racket in his right hand, and a ball in his left.
But hey, he should probably stretch first-that’s what Mamushi would say. Not that he didn’t already get enough exercise pedaling his bike to school. He carefully puts down his racket and ball on one of the benches, then cheerfully hops over to Kaidoh. He plumps down next to him on the ground, his legs stretched out before him. His fingers try and reach for his shoes, until he grabs the sole of it.
“Come on, do me, if you’re ready to lose.”
"Dumbass," Kaidoh hisses, but rises to his feet, moving to kneel behind Momoshiro. He rests his hands on Momoshiro's shoulders, leans forward, and presses all of his weight against him, pushing him forward into a deeper stretch. And there really must be static in the air this morning, Kaidoh thinks, because his fingers get the same electric feeling as before. In fact, this time it's not just his fingers, but almost his whole body.
“Hey-hey, not so much!” Momoshiro wheezes out. It hurt! He lets go of his shoes to swat at Kaidoh’s hands on his shoulders. “Ease into it man, I’m no noodle like you.”
Kaidoh glares at the back of Momoshiro's head. "Then you really should do this more often," he says simply, but eases back a little bit, pushing more gently this time.
Momoshiro cracks his neck, left and right, then stretches out his arms to hold his shoes again. With Kaidoh pressing down more gently, it feels better. Better than normal. “Shut up,” he says, but it lacks any of his usual bite. It’s still a good day damnit, like hell will anything ruin it for him.
He looks up from his feet towards the rising sun in the sky. “Hey, this is the first time we’re here together so early, isn’t it?” he muses softly.
"I guess," Kaidoh says, and is suddenly acutely aware of how it's just the two of them, and of how very warm Momoshiro's body is. Whatever was tugging at his chest before is back and it startles Kaidoh so much it makes him jerk away, removing his weight from Momoshiro's back entirely.
"Let's play," he says gruffly, trying to suppress whatever the feeling was. Maybe it's sleep-deprivation, he thinks. He could ask Inui-senpai about it later.
Momoshiro jerks his head around to glare at Kaidoh. “Hey, I wasn’t done yet!” He stands up and brushes off his thighs and calves, almost getting rid of one of the bandages that was stuck on his knee by accident.
“You just want to have a head start, don’t you? So that when we’re playing, I’ll have a sudden cramp in my leg, and you’ll take the point from me.” Well too bad, Momoshiro will play awesome today either way. “And here I was thinking perhaps we could play on equal footing today.” He’s provoking Kaidoh, but that’s what Momoshiro does best, and today is a good day. Nothing can bring him down.
Then he hits the back of Kaidoh’s head, and yanks off his blue bandana. “Hehe, you shouldn’t be wearing this one anymore.” He holds the bandana in front of Kaidoh’s face, taunting him.
"Asshole!" Kaidoh yells, snatching the bandana back. He scowls at Momoshiro, but his body is thrumming with excitement, rather than irritation. "Do you wanna fight or something?!"
“Thought you’d never ask!” And Momoshiro tackles Kaidoh’s midriff, bringing him down to the ground. They can get exercise this way, he thinks. He’s laughing out loud as he tries to grab for Kaidoh’s bandana again, which is firmly gripped inside of that snake’s hand. It doesn’t matter though, nothing really does.
Kaidoh grabs Momoshiro's collar with his free hand and shoves against his chest, trying to push him off, but it's hard when he's moving so much, so he tries to roll them both over instead.
"Get off!" he growls, but he doesn't look angry when he says it. He can hear Momoshiro laughing in his ear and it's not even because he thinks Kaidoh did something dumb this time. It makes Kaidoh feel static everywhere again, but he's pretty sure that just means it's a really good fight.
Momoshiro doesn’t even struggle as Kaidoh rolls on top of him, but he does manage to snatch the bandana away, and now it’s back in his own hands. He grins smugly up at Kaidoh, whose face is right above his own.
“That’s not getting off, Mamushi,” Momoshiro tells him while laughing. “That’s getting on!”
"Shut up!" Kaidoh says, yanking at the bandana in Momoshiro's hand. Momoshiro's grip is surprisingly firm, so he ends up just yanking on Momoshiro's hand. "Give that back!" he hisses, and jams his fist against Momoshiro's stomach as though it will help to persuade him.
Momoshiro coughs out a sharp breath of pain. Damn that snake. So instead of being kind, and giving Kaidoh back his stupid bandana, he clutches it close to his chest, until he stuffs it down his shirt. He’s feeling rather devilish today, doesn’t he? He tries to wriggle out underneath Kaidoh, his legs brushing up against the other boy, but he doesn’t have any good leverage, so he looks like a fish flopping out on dry land.
“Ass,” he breathes out as he stops struggling. But he’s grinning still. He’s going to have a really sore face tomorrow from all that smiling. He tries to stop smiling for a second, trying to appear serious and menacing. But after looking up at Kaidoh’s face again, he bursts into a fit of giggles.
Oh yeah, today’s a good day.
Kaidoh stops too, and raises an eyebrow. "Did you seriously just put my bandana down your shirt?!" he demands, but then his mouth cracks into a smile and he laughs too; it's hardly a giggle or anything, maybe not even a real laugh by normal standards, but it surprises him just the same. "You fucking idiot."
“I did not put it down my shirt,” lies Momoshiro in a sing song voice. “You need to get your eyes checked or something.” Then he puts one hand against Kaidoh’s chest, and the other snakes around the back of Kaidoh’s neck, and he pulls him down closer, until they knock their foreheads against each other.
“See?” says Momoshiro with a playful smirk, and then like a magic trick, he pulls Kaidoh’s bandana out of the back of his shirt. He leaves it hanging sloppily over Kaidoh’s head. “It was your shirt, not mine.”
Having his face so close to Momoshiro's makes Kaidoh's chest do that tugging thing again, so he pulls the bandana off his head and sits up. The tugging stops. Maybe he has some kind of allergy to Momoshiro's face.
So he punches it, not hard enough to really hurt, just a knock to say, Stop giving me chest pains, dumbass.
Momoshiro flings Kaidoh off of him, finally-getting punched in the face is not exactly something he was looking forward today. He sits up straight as well, and reaches for Kaidoh’s collar …
“Momoshiro! Kaidoh! Ten laps!”
But he didn’t even get to punch him back! Momoshiro whines out loud about getting interrupted, and he stands up, getting ready to run his laps. Then as he walks past Kaidoh, he knocks him on top of his head with his elbow. He blows him a raspberry and jogs away.
Today was a good day.
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