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“I’m hungry!” Kousaku cried once his temporary running coach had come to a complete stop. He turned dark pleading eyes on Miroku after the helmet was removed. Or rather, those eyes were locked on the stick pressed between lips quite possibly sweetened by the candy. Kousaku groaned as his stomach croaked and hugged it tightly.
Miroku leaned down against the front of the bike, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He pulled the candy from his mouth and lowered his hand so it was within Kousaku’s line of vision. Dry lips were licked and the rookie boxer slowly rose, following the yellow piece of temptation. One piece of candy couldn’t hurt. The worst that could happen would be that he became even hungrier. Hiding his grin, Miroku slipped the lollipop back into his mouth.
Kousaku fell against him, sobbing into his chest as he clung to the leather jacket. “Miroku-san! They say it’s not wise to tease a hungry man…”
“I’ll treat you to a snack that won’t cause drastic weight gain, only if you finish the course,” Miroku added when those large, puppy eyes were turned in his direction.
“Really?” Kousaku whimpered, their faces now inches apart. Miroku nodded. “Really, really? Absolutely won’t go back on your word and leave me to die somewhere?” This time, a nervous smile accompanied the double nod. “Miroku-san!” Laughing, Kousaku hugged his savior tightly, almost causing them, along with the bike, to fall over. As he pulled away, he managed to sneak the lollipop from Miroku’s lips.
“H-hey…!”
“Payment.” Kousaku grinned at the surprised Miroku, the candy now nestled against the inside of his cheek. “Yosh!” With an energetic yell, he ran in place, waiting for his pace-setter.
With a much softer “yosh”, Miroku pulled his helmet back on and fired up the motorcycle. “I won’t go easy on you,” he declared in a yell over the roar. Rubber squealed as he turned the cycle, burning black marks into the street. Kousaku took off and Miroku followed, fascinated that someone could actually keep up with a motorcycle moving at a steady pace. Granted, he couldn’t go any slower if he wanted to.
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“Are you sure I can eat this?” Kousaku’s mouth was practically watering as he stared at the assorted foods laid out before him on a blanket. He sat with his hands squeezed between his thighs to instill self-control.
Miroku nodded. “Aa. My friend made them. The ingredients help burn calories and whatnot, so I’d say, if you eat all of this, you might gain one pound-”
“I can work it off in no time! Itadakimasu!” Kousaku sang, his mouth already filled with a pastry.
Lying on the opposite side of the blanket in the grass, Miroku opened his eyes, glancing to his left when only silence followed. He sat up quickly and cleared a path on his knees through the snacks to reach Kousaku. With a hand to his shoulder, he tilted the dark head back to get a better view of the tear-stained face.
“…so good,” Kousaku sniffled, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I haven’t had time to sneak anything because Kaichou’s kept me under strict training in the gym. You really did save my life, Miroku-san.” His stomach rejoiced along with him as he took another bite and a few more tears flowed free.
Miroku released his pent-up breath in a relieved laugh. He wasn’t sure on how cool he’d look if he started crying in front of his newest friend, but he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the up and coming boxer. Or maybe Yuri would be the only person that truly understood the horrors of being unable to eat one’s desired foods. Either way, his heart was shaken and he could feel his resolve crumbling. Mirouku ran his thumb gently across the wet path on Kousaku’s cheek , drying it; an unavoidable force pulled him closer.
Kousaku tilted his head slightly right, swallowing the last of the second bun he’d just finished eating. Glistening eyes, filled with curiosity over the other’s actions, quickly widened as Miroku’s mouth descended upon his.
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“We haven’t seen you around here the past few days,” Seishirou stated, taking a seat on the arm of the coach. “Did you find a new game to play?”
“That’s not fair!” Yuri cried, pounding her fists against the cushions. “We’re bored out of our minds and you’re having fun by yourself! And to top it all off, the principal is breathing down our necks.”
“He continued to threaten us with expulsion. It’s the same old trick every time.” Bidou sighed dramatically, tucking his hair away from his face.
Miroku hugged the pillow against his chest, wide eyes staring at the chair’s high back. “…Kiss…”
Bidou and Karen drew nearest to the chair the quickest, pushing Yuri out of the way “’Kiss’?” they chorused, ignoring the Kenbishi’s loud protest.
Miroku blinked once and could already feel the tears building in his eyes as he remembered Kousaku’s grateful, tear-stained face. “Kissed…”
“Who did you kiss?” Karen questioned, squeezing Miroku’s arm.
“I stole a kiss from someone that was vulnerable,” Mirouku rushed out, covering his face with the pillow once more. Noriko covered her mouth, gasping softly. “I was trying to offer comfort…”
“Take responsibility,” Seishirou said sternly.
“I will!” Miroku sobbed from behind the pillow.
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“Do you think it has something to do with the sister?” Horiguchi whispered.
“Their relationship progressed that fast to have him looking like that?” Ueda hissed in response, indicating to the zombie-like Kousaku laxly hugging the heavy bag. Kojima nodded fiercely. All three were huddled together behind the ring, spying on the other member of Mokuda gym.
Katsumi, who was walking down the stairs at that moment, heard the mumbled words from Kousaku. “Kiss? From the Sister?”
“EH?!” Kojima and Horiguchi scrambled through the ring while Ueda ran around it; all three surrounded the startled Kousaku. Katsumi took the time to descend the remainder of the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen.
“The Sister kissed you?! But isn’t that going against her vows?” Ueda asked incredulously.
“Sister Angela didn’t,” Kousaku laughed, raising his gloved hand in an attempt to ward off his friends.
“There’s someone else?!” Kojima sputtered.
“That’s not possible…” Ishizaka scoffed from the side.
“I agree,” Horiguchi added with a nod.
“Horiguchi doesn’t support me,” Kousaku sighed, dropping his head. Any further comments and inquiries were put on hold then the front door to the gym slid open.
“Ossu… ah.” Miroku looked up after closing the door to find all eyes locked on him. “Yo,” he mumbled, nodding his head.
“You’re just in time,” Kojima shouted, waving an arm to invite him over to the huddle. “Kousaku was just gonna tell us about his first kiss.”
Miroku’s mouth suddenly became dry and he laughed nervously, “First?” ‘I stole a maiden kiss!’
“First… in a sense.” Kousaku shook his head vehemently with a yell and forced his way out of the small group. “Miroku-san, did you come by bike? I feel like a run.” He grinned at the Academy student as he grabbed his forearm and tugged.
“We’re not letting you off that easy!”
Kousaku dragged Miroku with him, closing the door once they had stepped outside. “Was that really your first kiss?” Miroku asked softly as they headed up to where his motorcycle had been parked.
“Eh?” Kousaku’s lost expression gave way to amusement and he laughed, “No, but it was a first with a guy. It was nice, though. Your lips tasted like candy.” He giggled and Miroku chuckled along, albeit with a more nervous undertone to his voice.
“Ah! Miroku-san, do you have any more of those snacks?”
“A few.”
Kousaku cheered excitedly, punching a fist in the air. “I’ll keep up with you today, no matter what speed you’re at!” he declared. “My prize will be Miroku-san’s great food and another kiss!”
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Twas too big, fuuu~ part b coming to a journal near you!
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He's unleashed the ultimate spoiled child in Kousaku.
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not to mention miroku. XD
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Miroku almost toppled off of his bike, helmet clutched tightly in his hands. The innocent smile directed at him made it difficult to rebuke the young man for his choice of words. He nodded his consent with a small smile and pulled the helmet on.
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It was hard finding a way to hide Miroku’s motorcycle, but they managed to succeed. Only Katsumi and Sister Angela knew of Kousaku’s special hiding place and he’d like to keep it that way. Sitting on the floor of the secluded train car, Miroku right beside him, Kousaku enjoyed more of the special homemade snacks. “Miroku-san,” he began with a full mouth. “Can your friend make meals this same way?”
“I’m not sure. This is all she ever brings.”
“Will you get some more tomorrow?”
Miroku smiled, leaning forward a bit to stare back at Kousaku. “Don’t forget you’re still training,” he reminded the boxer. “You have a match in three days.”
“It’s Miroku-san’s fault, teasing me with these miracle foods!” Kousaku pouted, but then his face immediately lit up. “I know! I can teach you how to box in return. That way, I get in some practice also.” He nodded firmly, locking in his plans.
Miroku didn’t have the heart to tell him he already had fighting experience, but boxing was different from regular brawls, so maybe he could learn something new. He reached out and brushed away the crumbs lingering at the corner of Kousaku’s mouth. As their gazes locked, Miroku bowed his head with a small smile. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Kousaku laughed, unwrapping a small cake this time. He stopped as he raised the food to his waiting mouth and held it away, his brow creasing in worry. “Miroku-san!” Miroku raised his head, brushing away the hair that had fallen into his eyes. He stared at the expectant Kousaku holding out the cake, confusion and surprise flashing across his face. “Miroku-san deserves to have some also. Though I wouldn’t mind eating it all… iya! Miroku-san!”
Miroku waved a hand, declining the offer. “It’s alright. I can survive for the entire day with toast for breakfast.”
But Kousaku insisted, scooting closer. “For my sake!” the rookie cried. Kousaku looked around nervously as he realized how loud he’d gotten.
Miroku ducked his head while the other was distracted and took a large bite out of the snack. “This really is delicious,” he chuckled around his mouthful. “I’ll have to properly commend Noriko.”
“Please give Noriko-san my regards also!” Kousaku bowed deeply. He finished the remainder of the cake before straightening back up, a sheepish grin on his face.
Miroku was feeling that pull again. Such unbridled innocence-he wanted to enjoy it more. But there was power in the man across from him. He cupped Kousaku’s chin, keeping his head steady, and used his free hand to wipe away the crumbs that had somehow found his nose. “It feels like I’m supposed to be here to take care of you,” Miroku chuckled.
Kousaku couldn’t keep his eyes off of Miroku’s smiling face. The sudden appearance of someone that had found a way to spoil him unconditionally I just one week-was it a good or bad thing? Would be able to let go when it came time for them to go their separate ways? Kousaku’s eyes widened; it was unpleasant to think such a thought. “Miroku…san.”
From the tone of voice, Miroku could already imagine the expression on Kousaku’s face; he was avoiding looking directly at him for fear of getting even more taken in by those deep, somber brown eyes, but the boxer wouldn’t have it. Dragging the hand away from his face, Kousaku ducked his head and pressed his lips firmly against Miroku’s. Neither of them carried much experience in the field of kissing, but they would learn together.
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Kousaku parted his lips after the first brush against them and Miroku’s tongue slipped in. There seemed to be a limited amount of oxygen reaching his lungs. Overcome by the sudden emotions flooding through him, Kousaku grabbed Miroku’s shoulders, breaking the kiss. His name was whispered softly right before those amazing lips claimed his again. ‘Miroku-san.’ He felt like he was melting from the inside out and his erratic heartbeat was unwilling to listen to him.
“Miroku-san,” Kousaku panted, free to speak once again, though his voice sounded hoarse even to his own ears. He whimpered as warm kisses were placed to the side of his neck. “Maybe… we should return to training.”
“Un,” Miroku agreed, but his kisses continued.
“Miroku-san, please.”
Miroku placed one final kiss to Kousaku’s red, swollen lips before sitting back. He blinked in surprise as the other folded his hands in his lap and then his eyes widened. ‘No way!’ “Kousa-”
“Miroku-san, I really think we should start running,” Kousaku interrupted, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper.
“Shouldn’t you take care of that first?”
“It’ll take care of itself.”
“Baka.” Miroku pressed his lips to Kousaku’s forehead. He returned the bright smile directed at him, wrapping his arms around the slender frame. “You should take care of it before you explode.”
“I’ve heard that before… Is it really true?” Round brown eyes blinked in earnest, seeking an answer.
Miroku tried to smother his laughter, but he failed miserably, and ended up with his face buried in Kousaku’s shoulder and tears rolling down his cheeks. This one was too precious.
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“Kaichou yelled at him last night about how he slacks off too much,” Kojima started, rubbing the back of his neck while glancing off to the side. “It’s not your fault,” he added after noticing the telltale moistening in his friend’s eyes. “More like, Kaichou felt he was using running with you as an excuse.”
“Ah.” Miroku exhaled softly and nodded his understanding, blinking back tears. From where he stood just inside the gym, he could catch glimpses of Kousaku whenever he stepped out from behind the gym trainer.
“He’s at his best when he’s serious.”
No sooner had Kojima spoken the words of praise, Kousaku tossed his head back to get his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes and his hardened expression relaxed into a grin. He waved his arm excitedly and Miroku gave him a small wave in return.
“Kousaku! Kojima, send him out,” Seiko ordered from where she stood on the edge of the ring.
“Kaichou! Miroku-san didn’t do anything wrong,” Kousaku pleaded. Her glare remained, only it was now directed at the floor.
“Kousaku,” Miroku called out. “After you win your match, I’ll treat you to dinner.”
Kousaku sprang up onto the ring beside the Chairman and leaned over the ropes. “Really?!” he shouted; his voice brimmed with laughter and excitement. “Anything I want? Anything?”
“Promise,” Miroku chuckled. He removed the candy from his mouth and offered one final wave with it between his fingers before saying his goodbyes. A smile crept onto his face as Kousaku’s excited yells followed him outside as he headed back to his bike.
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With a penalty of “loser provides lunch for every member for the next month” on the line, no one was in the mood to lose. Bidou had just finished easing out his block from the unstable Jenga tower and placed it at the top with a confident smile. Misfortune always seemed to smile upon Miroku during crucial moments such as this one, so he was sitting at the circular table with his back facing the wall so there would be no sudden surprises. He pressed several pieces before finding one that would slide out easily. With a grin, he removed it, but hesitated in placing it to the top of the tower. He shot a wary glance at the door then back at the tower. Inhaling, he set it down and let out a soft cheer.
“Shouchikubai Miroku-san. Please report to the chapel. Shouchikubai Miroku-san, please report to the chapel.”
“Eh?” Miroku stared at the intercom high on the wall in disbelief. Usually, when something goes down, they’re summoned as a group.
“We’ll go with you,” Seishirou stated after reading his friend’s worried expression.
“Of course!” Yuri clenched her hand into a fist with a grin. “It might be something interesting!” Bidou demolished the Jenga tower and set about putting away the pieces with Noriko.
“We’ll call this game a draw.” Karen smiled sweetly and Miroku felt the corner of his mouth twitching upward in response; he could tell they had been hoping to get free lunches out of him.
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The double doors to the chapel opened and the Yukan Club strolled in. The Head Teacher and Principal stood at the end of the aisle, but there was also an extra head; someone sat in the first row. “I called only Miroku,” the Principal scoffed.
“They decided to tag along…” Miroku’s eyes widened as the third person stood and turned to face them. “Kousaku.” Five pairs of eyes stared at the back of Miroku’s head then at the grinning stranger.
“Miroku-san!” Kousaku bounced in place a couple times, leaning forward. A small bandage lay at the left corner of his mouth and there was a fading bruise beside his right eye. “Kojima-san told me where I could find you after I pestered him nonstop, but that’s not what I came here to tell you!” He freed a hand from the pocket of his auburn jacket and made a “V for victory”, sign. “I won.”
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Kame is really good in 1 Pound; full of energy and shou kyuute.
Jin is a dork with certain flavors of cool in Yukan Club (and Junno... well, I dunno what to say about Junno xDD)
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They had already become accustomed to Yuri’s voracious appetite, so the remaining members of the Yukan Club direction their shock toward Miroku’s guest, who was holding his own against the Kenbishi child. Two more bowls were slammed down onto the table, followed by shouts for “seconds”, all done in unified harmony. Miroku laughed nervously as dumbfounded looks were thrown in his direction.
The unknowing battle waged on, but in the end, it was a draw when the restaurant owner thanked them for their patronage and gave them the bill. “Let’s get dessert!” Kousaku and Yuri announced in unison once everyone began rising from the cluttered table. They grinned at each other, oblivious to the astonished whispers running through the rest of the group.
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Miroku smiled, shaking his head. He never thought there would be someone that could stand on equal ground alongside Yuri and her stomach. Using his teeth, Miroku drew the Velcro strap for his right boxing glove into place. Once Kousaku saw that Miroku was ready, he started out to the center of the ring, waiting for the other to join him. An eyebrow rose sharply and he tilted his head slightly left, hoping he wasn’t seeing things. “Miroku-san…” Kousaku raised a gloved hand to his mouth, making small motions.
“Hmm?” The stick between Miroku’s lips shifted from one side to the other.
“I’m not sure if it’s the best thing to have that.”
“I already threw away the wrapper,” Miroku stated. “Besides, it helps calm me down.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“I might get KO’d.”
Kousaku grinned. “This is just a practice match to learn the basics.”
“Just get rid of the candy, Miroku,” Kojima shouted from the other side of the gym.
“You should know me better than that.” Miroku pouted and removed his right glove, though having just put it on. He took hold of the lollipop’s stick and pulled it out so only his lips were wrapped around the hard candy.
Kousaku stiffened and swallowed hard; his mouth felt dry for some unknown reason. The change went unnoticed by Miroku, who was busy trying to finish his sucker. The inward movements of his cheeks as he sucked, the hint of tongue that appeared ever so often when the lollipop slipped in and was pulled back out-it struck Kousaku hard. He sank into a crouch, clutching his head with both gloved hands. He quickly attempted his erection to go away before it reached full mast.
“Kousaku? Feelin’ okay?”
“I’m fine,” Kousaku laughed nervously, wishing and willing even harder. Lifting his head to offer a reassuring smile, his eyes fell upon the blue piece of candy locked between Miroku’s teeth. It was rolled back and forth before disappearing back into the student’s mouth. Kousaku shot to his feet, dancing half-circles around Miroku. “Candy or not… I’m ready!” He prayed no one became aware of the slight bulge in the front of his sweats.
Miroku pulled back on his glove and quickly defended as Kousaku rushed him. They moved about the ring, Miroku continuously keeping his guard up; Kousaku gave him no time to search for an opening and he didn’t want to throw a blind punch that wouldn’t land. ‘I thought this was practice!’ Miroku whimpered and ducked beneath Kousaku’s arm, stumbling to the center of the mat. He spun and held up his hands, a pleading look on his face. Kousaku slowed, raising an eyebrow.
“Idiot,” Ishizaka muttered, draping his towel over his head as he walked away.
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Kousaku pounded his hand onto the mat, expressing his pain physically, and began pushing himself back up into a sitting position. There was the sound of Velcro tearing sharply from above then Miroku appeared in his line of vision, kneeling before him.
One hand rose to cover his mouth while the other remained fisted on his thigh. Miroku bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry,” he whispered through his fingers.
Kousaku leaned forward, tilting his head at an angle to see the other’s face more clearly. “Miroku-san, are you crying?”
Miroku nodded quickly, eyes opening to meet the concerned stare. Kousaku’s lips formed a small “o” at the single tear rolling down Miroku’s cheek. “Even though you said it was only practice, I went and caused you unnecessary injuries. You’re aiming for the championship…!”
Kousaku straightened up and slipped his arms around Miroku, a bright smile lighting up his face. How long had it been since somebody cried over his well-being? All he received lately were harsh words of encouragement from Kaichou, amongst other things. Kousaku squeezed Miroku even tighter. “You should be proud of that right hook, you know!”
Miroku chuckled, letting his head fall onto Kousaku’s shoulder.
“They’re both idiots,” Kojima scoffed, taking his eyes off the ring and back to the punching bag Ueda held in place for him.
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...there might be prons to follow? *nervous smile* x3;
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