rp log: sen + minami
Who: Sen + Minami
What: Making up, making out
Where: Tennis courts
When: Sunday 9th May
Rating: PG (It’s really only a kiss. Not actually making out unfortunately.)
Notes: FINALLY. Now Sengoku can stop complaining I pick on him too much. >>
Sengoku had never been a fan of thinking or, at least, not thinking more than he really needed to. Maybe he did need to be thinking a lot lately, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it any more than normal either. He just hated thinking because it required concentration that could be better spent on tennis or boxing or anything that wasn't a particular dark-haired ex-captain who was avoiding him just as much as he was being avoided.
The red-head sighed and ran a hand through his hair, staring down his feet as he walked. It was just gone lunch, or thereabouts, and he had finally been kicked out of the gym. After more than a week of retreating to the gym from pretty much dawn until dusk and working out non-stop to either help him think or help him not, his trainer had finally put his foot down and told him to clear his head. He wasn't completely barred from training, only stuck to a limit of two hours a day outside of class hours.
He couldn't think at the moment, though. Not with his own thoughts and the thoughts and help he had gotten from the friends he had actually talked to about what was happening all messed up in his head. So, his feet carried him to the tennis courts. Even if he didn't have his gear to play with, at least just being there might help make it easier to think.
Without Sengoku, Minami wasn't practicing doubles. He wasn't about to go find another person to play doubles with either, it was too much of a hassle and still in the vague recesses of his mind hoped Sengoku wouldn't avoid him forever. Though he hadn't seen hide or hair of him... maybe Sengoku was really good at hide and seek. Then again, he hadn't exactly been looking for Sengoku. Talking to Dan had helped, though, Minami had sorted out his head enough that Sengoku invading his mind wasn't going to make him stop and make him want to stick his head in a freezer.
Instead of doubles however, Minami's tennis practice now boiled down to him whapping a tennis ball against the practice wall. Which got old very quickly. There's only so much fun you can get out of repetitive swings before you go a little nuts. He moved easily, not thinking about the tennis so much as a certain tennis player then quickly back to tennis like a scared rabbit. Maybe he could invest in a portable freezer.
The sound of a tennis ball thumping against concrete alerted Sengoku to the fact that he wasn't alone. That was a slightly comforting thought. Maybe whoever was using the practice wall had a spare racket he could use and he could have a game with them. It had been a while since he had played a match, singles or otherwise, and it would be nice to have a game against an actual opponent that didn't just stand there and take the hits.
As soon as he spotted just who that someone was, however, that plan went out the window. Where most would not notice Minami's presence, Sengoku could recognize him anywhere. Funny how avoiding and ignoring someone made you even more aware of their presence. Sengoku was rooted to the spot, staring at the back of his ex-captain's head as he hit the ball with a repetitive thump. It was a hypnotic and lulling rhythm with an undertone of feet scuffing over concrete and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Sengoku's mind was effectively blank, just watching, listening, admiring.
Unaware that the person he'd been avoiding, and been avoided by himself, was standing behind him, Minami continued belting balls against the concrete. He was getting bored pretty fast and had sped up his pace a little so he could work for the balls more. He missed one by a fair inch but was quick to pull another ball from his shorts and continue as if nothing had happened, quickly finding his rhythm again.
Sengoku pulled himself from his blank staring, watching as the ball Minami had managed to miss rolled past his feet. He stared at it for a long moment, still listening to the bland rhythm of the ball. Part of him wanted to just go back to his room before Minami spotted him, another part wanted him to pick the ball up, give it to Minami and just talk to him like he had been told to, and yet another part - smaller than the other two, mind you - wanted him to do nothing and just stand there, staring at Minami and listening to the thump-thump-thumping of the ball against the racket and the wall.
It wasn't long before Minami missed another ball and being there a limited number of balls you could shove up your shorts he knew he had to fetch his other ones. He turned to try spot where they'd flown and caught the sight of a red-head watching him. Not just any red-head, the only red-head he didn't know if he wanted to see or not. He did and then he really didn't. Minami spotted the closer ball to himself and picked it up slowly, not taking his eyes from Sengoku then raised his hand and waved slowly before turning back to the wall.
Okay, so he was avoiding the red-head. So what? He'd invest in that portable freezer and it'd be fine.
When Minami spotted him, Sengoku froze. He stayed frozen on the spot, silently watching the other and waiting until he had completely turned around before moving. Slowly, he reached down to pick up the ball close to him before straightening and taking slow steps towards his friend. "Hey, uh..." He started, his voice quiet and unsure and he was thankful it wasn't noticeably wavering. "H-Here.." He slowly held his hand out, palm up with the ball resting in it, offering the ball back for Minami to take.
Minami turned slowly and looked at Sengoku, then down at the ball in his hands and back up to Sengoku. He put his hand over the ball but didn't quite grab it, letting his hand rest there for a moment while he stared at Sengoku, "Thanks..." He still hadn't taken the ball.
Well, this was awkward. Sengoku chewed at the inside of his lip but didn't move or look away from Minami. He felt the want to just run and ignore the fact that there was a rift between them both but he could still hear Oishi's voice in his mind. He couldn't just ignore this problem for three months. Especially not with Kikumaru sounding like he was trying to do something as well. He had to sort this out, and quick.
"Kenta..."
Minami blinked slowly, "Hi... Kiyo," he couldn't help the pregnant pausing, he wasn't quite sure what to do at that very moment, expect maybe stand and stare at Sengoku until his brain rebooted, "So, lovely... weather we're having."
He didn't exactly want Sengoku to leave, he didn't know how else to achieve that but by striking conversation. Short of a very awkward conversation.
The red-head nodded slowly and lifted the hand that wasn't holding the tennis ball to scratch at the back of his neck. "So..." He trailed off, glancing down. What the hell was he supposed to say? Oishi had told him to think about what to say... hadn't he? He couldn't remember now. His mind had gone blank now that he was actually talking to his problem.
It was like trying to draw blood from a stone getting Sengoku to talk, Minami thought as he looked down at the ball between them. Despite how confident he'd been about this situation when talking to Dan, faced with the real-life Sengoku was a whole other kettle of fish. He looked at the way the red-head just came and tried to pull conversation out of the air, "What have you been... up to?" He was struggling quite a bit to get any sort of conversation, but he was trying.
And he had thought telling Oishi the truth had been hard. That wasn't hard. Compared to this, telling Oishi he liked him had been a simple, casual conversation. "Ah... not.. much," Sengoku had no idea why it was so hard to get the words out. Now that he had looked away, he couldn't bring himself to look back up. "Just... boxing.... mostly."
The red-head just wished he could say what he needed to say to get it over and done with. He had managed to tell Oishi and that had left him feeling better. Well, not immediately. Straight after he had felt even worse because he was so nervous and worried about the reaction. But Oishi had been fine with it. And Oishi and Minami were pretty similar, so, in theory, Minami would be... okay with it as well.
Except Minami and Oishi were nothing alike. Oishi was popular and well-known and Minami was just... Minami. But, then again, Minami had kissed him. That... had to mean he would be okay with it. Unless he was angry with Sengoku for walking out on him and ignoring him for so long and being a downright asshole. Which Sengoku would admit he fully deserved.
Deciding that this awkward conversation was getting them nowhere, Sengoku dug deep inside himself and pulled up as much courage as he could, taking a slow, deep breath in. "LookKentaI'msorryforbeingandidiotandignoringyouandIwasn'tangrywithyounotreallyIwasangrywithmyselfforbeingsuchanidiotandIdon'tblameyouifyoudon'twannatalktomeagaincauseIknowIdeserveitbutIreallyhopeyoudon'tbecauseIlikeyou." It came out as an endless stream of words and when he was done, even Sengoku didn't know what he had just said.
It was silent as Minami tried counting back the words, he had no idea what just happened, or even remotely what Sengoku had blurted out, "What?" He asked, shaking his head head to clear his thoughts. Finally looking at Sengoku properly since he'd spotted him. Looking at the red-head incredulously, he tried to piece together what the other had said but, funnily enough it'd gone straight over his head, "What'd you say?"
Sengoku breathed out slowly, still unable to bring himself to look up. He could feel Minami looking at him. He had to take a moment to try and figure what he had said, because he had probably understand about as much as Minami had. He had an idea, at least, though. That was always a good place to start. "I'm... I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice small. "And... and..."
"And?" Minami prompted curiously, the guy hadn't talked to him in over a week and now decided to talk. It was probably the most interesting thing to happen to him week, aside from his roommate ditching his room because he probably thinks Minami to be some kind of klepto. He was sorry too, for the way he'd been acting and the blunt faced awkwardness but right now he wanted to know what was on the end of that 'and..."
"And..." Sengoku just trailed off again before closing his eyes and just forcing himself to say it, the same way he had done when he told Oishi. "And I think I like you. Wait. No. I don't think that." He knew it.
A small happy bubble built up in Minami's chest that felt the squashing itself against his ribcage with each heartbeat. He beat it down quickly before his heart go infront of his head.
"You... don't think you like me?" He blinked, "Or... do you?"
He wanted to say he liked him too, but he wasn't even sure if the 'too' should be there or not. The party going on in his chest wasn't going to reach his head just yet. He bit his lip slightly and stared down at the ball between them and wondered if people usually had such awkward conversations while holding a tennis ball.
Sengoku almost just went with nodding his head, but stopped himself before he could confuse Minami - and himself. "I'm... I think I do," he said slowly, still not looking up. "I'm pretty sure I do.."
"Oh," The happy bubble burst and went straight to his head, "That's... that's good" Collecting his thoughts back together, "Really good. I mean... now for his end of the deal.
Taking the ball from Sengoku he smiled awkwardly, "I... like you too."
Sengoku finally managed to move his head, quickly lifting it and looking straight at Minami with slightly wider than normal eyes. "Y-You... Really?" In all honesty, he shouldn't have been so surprised. Minami had already kissed him and pretty much told him the same thing a week ago.
Those eyes were distracting really, being so big and well... distracting really "Y-yeah. I thought I was pretty blatant about it. To be honest."
He rolled the ball up into his shorts and awkwardly grabbed Sengoku's hand, "So... uh, what do we do now?"
Kiss? Date? Make out? His brain had officially gone gutter bound and he valiantly dragged it back. It was a civil conversation with civil topics. Not for where his thought track led.
Sengoku bit his lip and glanced down at their hands. "I... don't know," He said quietly, shifting his hand so he could hold Minami's more comfortably and stepping forward slightly. "What do you want to do?"
A brain which was struggling quickly out of the gutter only to be pushed back in by an unwary Sengoku. Pulling it back out again Minami brought Sengoku's hand up between them and pressed his lips his knuckles, "I could kiss you? Again. Try seeing from there."
He could have chosen worse. He could have, and completely freaked the other out. This direction was far safer.
Sengoku couldn't help the faint blush that crept onto his face at the gesture, the same way it did every time Minami had done it when they were just pretending. He was already feeling as comfortable as he had then and he had to convince his brain that this wasn't just a game. Not this time. Instead of giving a verbal answer, Sengoku decided to just do what he was best at and act without think, hooking his free arm around Minami's neck to pull him closer - it was unfair he was taller - and pressed their lips together.
Minami turned red, he hadn't expected Sengoku to go along with it. Since the last time he kissed him. Though circumstances had changed, the circumstances were much better now. Much, much better. This time it was real. Closing his eyes, Minami let his brain bubble happily away as his hand that was free of Sengoku's clutched the front of the red-head's shirt. He was pretty sure what this meant now and his brain was busily bounced about to call the papers. He was pretty much dating Sengoku Kiyosumi. He couldn't be happier with that.
What: Making up, making out
Where: Tennis courts
When: Sunday 9th May
Rating: PG (It’s really only a kiss. Not actually making out unfortunately.)
Notes: FINALLY. Now Sengoku can stop complaining I pick on him too much. >>
Sengoku had never been a fan of thinking or, at least, not thinking more than he really needed to. Maybe he did need to be thinking a lot lately, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it any more than normal either. He just hated thinking because it required concentration that could be better spent on tennis or boxing or anything that wasn't a particular dark-haired ex-captain who was avoiding him just as much as he was being avoided.
The red-head sighed and ran a hand through his hair, staring down his feet as he walked. It was just gone lunch, or thereabouts, and he had finally been kicked out of the gym. After more than a week of retreating to the gym from pretty much dawn until dusk and working out non-stop to either help him think or help him not, his trainer had finally put his foot down and told him to clear his head. He wasn't completely barred from training, only stuck to a limit of two hours a day outside of class hours.
He couldn't think at the moment, though. Not with his own thoughts and the thoughts and help he had gotten from the friends he had actually talked to about what was happening all messed up in his head. So, his feet carried him to the tennis courts. Even if he didn't have his gear to play with, at least just being there might help make it easier to think.
Without Sengoku, Minami wasn't practicing doubles. He wasn't about to go find another person to play doubles with either, it was too much of a hassle and still in the vague recesses of his mind hoped Sengoku wouldn't avoid him forever. Though he hadn't seen hide or hair of him... maybe Sengoku was really good at hide and seek. Then again, he hadn't exactly been looking for Sengoku. Talking to Dan had helped, though, Minami had sorted out his head enough that Sengoku invading his mind wasn't going to make him stop and make him want to stick his head in a freezer.
Instead of doubles however, Minami's tennis practice now boiled down to him whapping a tennis ball against the practice wall. Which got old very quickly. There's only so much fun you can get out of repetitive swings before you go a little nuts. He moved easily, not thinking about the tennis so much as a certain tennis player then quickly back to tennis like a scared rabbit. Maybe he could invest in a portable freezer.
The sound of a tennis ball thumping against concrete alerted Sengoku to the fact that he wasn't alone. That was a slightly comforting thought. Maybe whoever was using the practice wall had a spare racket he could use and he could have a game with them. It had been a while since he had played a match, singles or otherwise, and it would be nice to have a game against an actual opponent that didn't just stand there and take the hits.
As soon as he spotted just who that someone was, however, that plan went out the window. Where most would not notice Minami's presence, Sengoku could recognize him anywhere. Funny how avoiding and ignoring someone made you even more aware of their presence. Sengoku was rooted to the spot, staring at the back of his ex-captain's head as he hit the ball with a repetitive thump. It was a hypnotic and lulling rhythm with an undertone of feet scuffing over concrete and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Sengoku's mind was effectively blank, just watching, listening, admiring.
Unaware that the person he'd been avoiding, and been avoided by himself, was standing behind him, Minami continued belting balls against the concrete. He was getting bored pretty fast and had sped up his pace a little so he could work for the balls more. He missed one by a fair inch but was quick to pull another ball from his shorts and continue as if nothing had happened, quickly finding his rhythm again.
Sengoku pulled himself from his blank staring, watching as the ball Minami had managed to miss rolled past his feet. He stared at it for a long moment, still listening to the bland rhythm of the ball. Part of him wanted to just go back to his room before Minami spotted him, another part wanted him to pick the ball up, give it to Minami and just talk to him like he had been told to, and yet another part - smaller than the other two, mind you - wanted him to do nothing and just stand there, staring at Minami and listening to the thump-thump-thumping of the ball against the racket and the wall.
It wasn't long before Minami missed another ball and being there a limited number of balls you could shove up your shorts he knew he had to fetch his other ones. He turned to try spot where they'd flown and caught the sight of a red-head watching him. Not just any red-head, the only red-head he didn't know if he wanted to see or not. He did and then he really didn't. Minami spotted the closer ball to himself and picked it up slowly, not taking his eyes from Sengoku then raised his hand and waved slowly before turning back to the wall.
Okay, so he was avoiding the red-head. So what? He'd invest in that portable freezer and it'd be fine.
When Minami spotted him, Sengoku froze. He stayed frozen on the spot, silently watching the other and waiting until he had completely turned around before moving. Slowly, he reached down to pick up the ball close to him before straightening and taking slow steps towards his friend. "Hey, uh..." He started, his voice quiet and unsure and he was thankful it wasn't noticeably wavering. "H-Here.." He slowly held his hand out, palm up with the ball resting in it, offering the ball back for Minami to take.
Minami turned slowly and looked at Sengoku, then down at the ball in his hands and back up to Sengoku. He put his hand over the ball but didn't quite grab it, letting his hand rest there for a moment while he stared at Sengoku, "Thanks..." He still hadn't taken the ball.
Well, this was awkward. Sengoku chewed at the inside of his lip but didn't move or look away from Minami. He felt the want to just run and ignore the fact that there was a rift between them both but he could still hear Oishi's voice in his mind. He couldn't just ignore this problem for three months. Especially not with Kikumaru sounding like he was trying to do something as well. He had to sort this out, and quick.
"Kenta..."
Minami blinked slowly, "Hi... Kiyo," he couldn't help the pregnant pausing, he wasn't quite sure what to do at that very moment, expect maybe stand and stare at Sengoku until his brain rebooted, "So, lovely... weather we're having."
He didn't exactly want Sengoku to leave, he didn't know how else to achieve that but by striking conversation. Short of a very awkward conversation.
The red-head nodded slowly and lifted the hand that wasn't holding the tennis ball to scratch at the back of his neck. "So..." He trailed off, glancing down. What the hell was he supposed to say? Oishi had told him to think about what to say... hadn't he? He couldn't remember now. His mind had gone blank now that he was actually talking to his problem.
It was like trying to draw blood from a stone getting Sengoku to talk, Minami thought as he looked down at the ball between them. Despite how confident he'd been about this situation when talking to Dan, faced with the real-life Sengoku was a whole other kettle of fish. He looked at the way the red-head just came and tried to pull conversation out of the air, "What have you been... up to?" He was struggling quite a bit to get any sort of conversation, but he was trying.
And he had thought telling Oishi the truth had been hard. That wasn't hard. Compared to this, telling Oishi he liked him had been a simple, casual conversation. "Ah... not.. much," Sengoku had no idea why it was so hard to get the words out. Now that he had looked away, he couldn't bring himself to look back up. "Just... boxing.... mostly."
The red-head just wished he could say what he needed to say to get it over and done with. He had managed to tell Oishi and that had left him feeling better. Well, not immediately. Straight after he had felt even worse because he was so nervous and worried about the reaction. But Oishi had been fine with it. And Oishi and Minami were pretty similar, so, in theory, Minami would be... okay with it as well.
Except Minami and Oishi were nothing alike. Oishi was popular and well-known and Minami was just... Minami. But, then again, Minami had kissed him. That... had to mean he would be okay with it. Unless he was angry with Sengoku for walking out on him and ignoring him for so long and being a downright asshole. Which Sengoku would admit he fully deserved.
Deciding that this awkward conversation was getting them nowhere, Sengoku dug deep inside himself and pulled up as much courage as he could, taking a slow, deep breath in. "LookKentaI'msorryforbeingandidiotandignoringyouandIwasn'tangrywithyounotreallyIwasangrywithmyselfforbeingsuchanidiotandIdon'tblameyouifyoudon'twannatalktomeagaincauseIknowIdeserveitbutIreallyhopeyoudon'tbecauseIlikeyou." It came out as an endless stream of words and when he was done, even Sengoku didn't know what he had just said.
It was silent as Minami tried counting back the words, he had no idea what just happened, or even remotely what Sengoku had blurted out, "What?" He asked, shaking his head head to clear his thoughts. Finally looking at Sengoku properly since he'd spotted him. Looking at the red-head incredulously, he tried to piece together what the other had said but, funnily enough it'd gone straight over his head, "What'd you say?"
Sengoku breathed out slowly, still unable to bring himself to look up. He could feel Minami looking at him. He had to take a moment to try and figure what he had said, because he had probably understand about as much as Minami had. He had an idea, at least, though. That was always a good place to start. "I'm... I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice small. "And... and..."
"And?" Minami prompted curiously, the guy hadn't talked to him in over a week and now decided to talk. It was probably the most interesting thing to happen to him week, aside from his roommate ditching his room because he probably thinks Minami to be some kind of klepto. He was sorry too, for the way he'd been acting and the blunt faced awkwardness but right now he wanted to know what was on the end of that 'and..."
"And..." Sengoku just trailed off again before closing his eyes and just forcing himself to say it, the same way he had done when he told Oishi. "And I think I like you. Wait. No. I don't think that." He knew it.
A small happy bubble built up in Minami's chest that felt the squashing itself against his ribcage with each heartbeat. He beat it down quickly before his heart go infront of his head.
"You... don't think you like me?" He blinked, "Or... do you?"
He wanted to say he liked him too, but he wasn't even sure if the 'too' should be there or not. The party going on in his chest wasn't going to reach his head just yet. He bit his lip slightly and stared down at the ball between them and wondered if people usually had such awkward conversations while holding a tennis ball.
Sengoku almost just went with nodding his head, but stopped himself before he could confuse Minami - and himself. "I'm... I think I do," he said slowly, still not looking up. "I'm pretty sure I do.."
"Oh," The happy bubble burst and went straight to his head, "That's... that's good" Collecting his thoughts back together, "Really good. I mean... now for his end of the deal.
Taking the ball from Sengoku he smiled awkwardly, "I... like you too."
Sengoku finally managed to move his head, quickly lifting it and looking straight at Minami with slightly wider than normal eyes. "Y-You... Really?" In all honesty, he shouldn't have been so surprised. Minami had already kissed him and pretty much told him the same thing a week ago.
Those eyes were distracting really, being so big and well... distracting really "Y-yeah. I thought I was pretty blatant about it. To be honest."
He rolled the ball up into his shorts and awkwardly grabbed Sengoku's hand, "So... uh, what do we do now?"
Kiss? Date? Make out? His brain had officially gone gutter bound and he valiantly dragged it back. It was a civil conversation with civil topics. Not for where his thought track led.
Sengoku bit his lip and glanced down at their hands. "I... don't know," He said quietly, shifting his hand so he could hold Minami's more comfortably and stepping forward slightly. "What do you want to do?"
A brain which was struggling quickly out of the gutter only to be pushed back in by an unwary Sengoku. Pulling it back out again Minami brought Sengoku's hand up between them and pressed his lips his knuckles, "I could kiss you? Again. Try seeing from there."
He could have chosen worse. He could have, and completely freaked the other out. This direction was far safer.
Sengoku couldn't help the faint blush that crept onto his face at the gesture, the same way it did every time Minami had done it when they were just pretending. He was already feeling as comfortable as he had then and he had to convince his brain that this wasn't just a game. Not this time. Instead of giving a verbal answer, Sengoku decided to just do what he was best at and act without think, hooking his free arm around Minami's neck to pull him closer - it was unfair he was taller - and pressed their lips together.
Minami turned red, he hadn't expected Sengoku to go along with it. Since the last time he kissed him. Though circumstances had changed, the circumstances were much better now. Much, much better. This time it was real. Closing his eyes, Minami let his brain bubble happily away as his hand that was free of Sengoku's clutched the front of the red-head's shirt. He was pretty sure what this meant now and his brain was busily bounced about to call the papers. He was pretty much dating Sengoku Kiyosumi. He couldn't be happier with that.