Ary's crazy birthday project #3 - Prince of Tennis
Yagyuu was sitting on a bench near the tennis courts, apparently reading a newspaper. He had his legs crossed and his bag was resting on the ground near his feet. He passed the pages carefully, taking his time to read the news and moving his head slightly from time to time, as if agreeing to what he read.
Akaya approached the older boy silently; he was almost sure it was not the real one. Lately he had gotten down the trick to tell the two doubles partners apart whenever they dressed up as each other. He sat on the bench next to Yagyuu, peeking at his face. He grinned when the boy turned to look at him.
“Good morning, Yagyuu-senpai.”
Yagyuu nodded as if to acknowledge his presence, but said nothing and went back to his newspaper. Akaya waited a little, but nothing in the older boy changed. He frowned, he was sure this time, there was no way he was wrong.
“You can’t fool me! I know you’re Niou-senpai disguised as Yagyuu-senpai again! Admit it, I’ve gotten you this time!”
Yagyuu turned towards him again with a quizzical look, but just then a hand wrapedd around his jaw and his face is pulled up to meet a kiss from… an identical Yagyuu. Akaya blinked as the two clones kissed, the hands of the Yagyuu sitting beside him going up to thread through the other’s one equally brown hair. Only when they parted and the standing Yagyuu walked away - face as straight as always - could they see the few strands of white hair poking from behind the messed up wig. Akaya’s lips formed a little surprised “o”.
“Leather pants again? You look so gay in those.”
“Ore-sama doesn’t look gay. Ore-sama looks awesome.”
“You do look gay.”
“Shut up.”
“Won’t do.”
“Idiot.”
“Jerk.”
“Asshole.”
“Douche bag.”
“Society’s waste”
Yuushi leaned in and pressed a kiss to Keigo’s lips, smirking amused at his lover’s confused face when they parted.
“What was that for?”
“I ran out of offensive adjectives.”
Being good at acrobatics was not something one simply was born with; it had taken Gakuto years of practice to be able to perform his tricks during matches, and his landings had been a little more than ‘misplaced’ at first. Not that Yuushi had seemed to mind much, just laughing and hugging him every time Gakuto would fall on him.
Syusuke knows the new robe his lover is wearing has been expensive, but he can’t quite bring himself to care, because Seiichi looks breathtaking in it and he has always loved how silk feels when tied around his wrists.
Sanada pulls his cap lower over his messy hair and rearranges his messy clothes as he closes the locker room’s door after Seiichi walks out with a sated smile, and he is glad walls can’t talk, though as he catches a familiar shine of glasses round the corner he realizes he should rather be thankful Yagyuu is not that talkative either.
Eiji smiles nervously and wraps his arms around Syusuke, putting the kitty voice he always uses when he is fooling around with his friend to declare a loud “I love you, Fujiko!”, so at least he can pretend to be joking if Syusuke doesn’t start smiling back in ten seconds tops.
Tezuka always looks cool and composed, never an extra word, never a reaction out of place; he doesn’t smile and he doesn’t say ‘I love you’ even though Fuji has been trying to break into him ever since they met. When Tezuka finally does, though, he just turns around with his usual smile and chooses a new goal; getting bored fast lists on the downsides of being a genius.
Akaya approached the older boy silently; he was almost sure it was not the real one. Lately he had gotten down the trick to tell the two doubles partners apart whenever they dressed up as each other. He sat on the bench next to Yagyuu, peeking at his face. He grinned when the boy turned to look at him.
“Good morning, Yagyuu-senpai.”
Yagyuu nodded as if to acknowledge his presence, but said nothing and went back to his newspaper. Akaya waited a little, but nothing in the older boy changed. He frowned, he was sure this time, there was no way he was wrong.
“You can’t fool me! I know you’re Niou-senpai disguised as Yagyuu-senpai again! Admit it, I’ve gotten you this time!”
Yagyuu turned towards him again with a quizzical look, but just then a hand wrapedd around his jaw and his face is pulled up to meet a kiss from… an identical Yagyuu. Akaya blinked as the two clones kissed, the hands of the Yagyuu sitting beside him going up to thread through the other’s one equally brown hair. Only when they parted and the standing Yagyuu walked away - face as straight as always - could they see the few strands of white hair poking from behind the messed up wig. Akaya’s lips formed a little surprised “o”.
“Leather pants again? You look so gay in those.”
“Ore-sama doesn’t look gay. Ore-sama looks awesome.”
“You do look gay.”
“Shut up.”
“Won’t do.”
“Idiot.”
“Jerk.”
“Asshole.”
“Douche bag.”
“Society’s waste”
Yuushi leaned in and pressed a kiss to Keigo’s lips, smirking amused at his lover’s confused face when they parted.
“What was that for?”
“I ran out of offensive adjectives.”
Being good at acrobatics was not something one simply was born with; it had taken Gakuto years of practice to be able to perform his tricks during matches, and his landings had been a little more than ‘misplaced’ at first. Not that Yuushi had seemed to mind much, just laughing and hugging him every time Gakuto would fall on him.
Syusuke knows the new robe his lover is wearing has been expensive, but he can’t quite bring himself to care, because Seiichi looks breathtaking in it and he has always loved how silk feels when tied around his wrists.
Sanada pulls his cap lower over his messy hair and rearranges his messy clothes as he closes the locker room’s door after Seiichi walks out with a sated smile, and he is glad walls can’t talk, though as he catches a familiar shine of glasses round the corner he realizes he should rather be thankful Yagyuu is not that talkative either.
Eiji smiles nervously and wraps his arms around Syusuke, putting the kitty voice he always uses when he is fooling around with his friend to declare a loud “I love you, Fujiko!”, so at least he can pretend to be joking if Syusuke doesn’t start smiling back in ten seconds tops.
Tezuka always looks cool and composed, never an extra word, never a reaction out of place; he doesn’t smile and he doesn’t say ‘I love you’ even though Fuji has been trying to break into him ever since they met. When Tezuka finally does, though, he just turns around with his usual smile and chooses a new goal; getting bored fast lists on the downsides of being a genius.