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"Hey yo, Wakashi!" Before Hiyoshi even had a chance to turn around, he found himself tackled by a certain Rikkai regular with messy hair, and Hiyo let out an "oof!" as he toppled to the ground. Kirihara pulled himself up a bit, sitting comfortably on top of his boyfriend, and just cackled.
"Will you get off of me already?" Hiyoshi growled irritably. He wasn't in the mood for these games. Well, come to think of it, he never really was in the mood. Ever. As much as Kirihara liked things to be exciting and loud, Hiyoshi was perfectly content with the simple things in life and relationships. He liked to take things a bit more slowly.
Kirihara frowned, an expression Hiyoshi didn't see him make very often. "Come on, Wakashi, lighten up!"
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. "I'll consider it when you start addressing me properly and with an honorific."
"Never!"
"Well, there you have it, then..." Hiyoshi muttered, annoyed. Finally fed up with being sat on, he balled his right hand into a fist and delivered a precise blow to Kirihara's gut, then arched his back, causing Kirihara to tumble off. Not yet satisfied, Hiyoshi got up and kicked Kirihara in the side as a finishing blow.
"Oww..." Kirihara groaned, his face somewhat contorted in pain--he was trying not to show it--while he rubbed his stomach with his hand to try and sooth the injured spot.
Hiyoshi sighed. Violence really wasn't his thing. "I told you to get off, so that's what you get for not listening to me." It was times like this when he was glad that he was the martial arts master in the pair while Kirihara could probably not hope to even manage so much as a front jab without injuring himself. "What did you want, anyway?" It was odd of Kirihara to come and bother him right after school. The annoying guy had probably cut his last class to get here on time.
"You didn't hear the news?" Kirihara managed a grin. Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow to indicate that he had not. "I was one of the players picked to go to the Junior Invitational Camp!"
At this, Hiyoshi's stomach lurched. He himself had just been told by Atobe-buchou that afternoon that he hadn't been picked. That was why he was in such a bad mood--how could he achieve gekokujou when he was stuck at Hyoutei babysitting the non-regulars while everyone else got to go? Oh, he was also stuck with Jirou-sempai. That was even better, he thought to himself angrily. "R- really? That's great." He forced himself to say through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, we're gonna have loads of fun!" Kirihara laughed uproariously as if he'd made the joke of the century. "Just think, we won't have to worry about sneaking around so much, either, since all of the schools are together!"
The seaweed-haired bastard continued to babble on about his plans for their week-long "vacation" together until Hiyoshi finally exploded. "Just shut up, you idiot! I didn't get an invite, ok?"
Kirihara stared at Hiyoshi in apparent confusion. The words hadn't really registered properly. "What do you mean you didn't get an invite? Why not?"
Hiyoshi chuckled bitterly, his voice breathy. "I'm flattered that you'd automatically think I was able to go, but I didn't make the cut. I'm staying at Hyoutei as temporary captain while Atobe is gone."
"Temporary captain..." Kirihara was momentarily distracted by the thought of being in a position of power. Someday he, too, would be a captain. He appeared to quickly recover, however, and cleared his throat. "Anyway, wow. I didn't even think of the possibility that you wouldn't be able to go, Wakashi."
"Thanks." Hiyoshi's lack of sincerity was palpable.
"Well, I'll just have to try really hard not to cheat on you while I'm there..." Kirihara laughed.
"Try it and I'll kill you." The shroom-haired Hyoutei regular hissed.
Kirihara wisely sensed that it was time to change the subject. "Ok, well I have an idea that'll make you feel better!"
"And what's that, genius?"
Without another word, Kirihara's lips were pressed to Hiyoshi's in a kiss. Nothing passionate or fierce like they normally did, but soft and sweet and just the way Hiyoshi liked them. After a few long moments, they pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Grinning evilly, Kirihara looped his arm around Hiyoshi's shoulder and the two of them started walking off together.
"Say, Wakashi, how do you feel about sushi, huh?"
"I feel great about it... as long as you're paying, Kirihara."
『TITLE』 bright idea.
『RATING』 PG for kissing?
『CHARACTERS』 Kirihara Akaya, Hiyoshi Wakashi (PoT)
『WORDCOUNT』 735
『NOTES』 For 30_kisses.
『SUMMARY』 Hiyoshi is depressed about not making Junior Senbatsu, Kirihara helps.