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"What?" Kuguri sounds surprised. Well of course, who wouldn't?
Akaashi shook his head, "I'm sorry for this, Kuguri-san." Kuguri had no time to retort before feeling Akaashi's lips on his own. The older boy's hand cups his cheeks to deepen the kiss, and it made Kuguri silently question his sudden actions. The younger pulls his hood up since he thought it might help covering their faces- well, his own face, anyway.
"Cup my face." Akaashi mumbles against his mouth; Kuguri wasted no time and complies. He somewhat understood Akaashi's intention; it is so Kuroo and Bokuto would get disgusted by them and move to another café or seat. It was a smart idea.
Kuguri was snapped out of his train of thoughts when he felt Akaashi's tongue prod against his lips. 53 words for bewildered and Kuguri was every one of them. When was the last time he has been kissed? 9th grade? Doesn't matter for him, all that he is thinking about right now is what to do with Akaashi.
Should he kiss back?
Kuguri's mouth opened slightly, allowing Akaashi to enter his mouth. His hands pulled Akaashi's face closer to him so that the two's identities were covered. He spares a glance towards Bokuto and Kuroo. The two were looked uncomfortable near them, their eyes somewhat silently judging them. Kuguri mentally smirks before placing his hands on Akaashi's hair and pulls them softly. And that boy freaking moaned. He felt Akaashi smiling against his mouth while his tongue was busy exploring Kuguri's mouth. This was weird yes, he doesn't even know if Akaashi likes boys or was this just for act. But Kuguri would rather enjoy this temporary bliss before it ends...and possibly before it gets awkward between the two after this.
He sees the waitress placing their food on their table, secretly smiling at them and squealing about it with some other female workers there. Most of the Fukuroudani players had stepped back to the entrance, whispering to each other, most likely feeling disturbed about the kiss going on in the café.
Bokuto frowns and steps away, his gaze averting from the two young men making out on their table. Kuroo turns to a waiter to ask if they could sit on the second floor instead. The waiter curtly nods and led the boys upstairs. Bokuto secretly glanced back for one last look.
The dark haired boy looked awfully familiar.
Kuroo ushers him to walk up and ignore the 'disgusting PDA couple'. Bokuto complies and follows him and the others upstairs.
Akaashi didn't seem to notice that his captain and his boyfriend had already gone since the latter kept on making out with the young wing spiker. The café's manager was about to walk out and tell them to leave, but was stopped by a waitress. Kuguri squeezes his eyes shut as he felt Akaashi's hands rest around his neck. The older boy would constantly pull back a little to take a breather and reconnect again.
"Give them a moment," she says. The manager was confused, but he stopped his tracks.
The kiss was starting to feel weird for Kuguri. He was now only sloppily kissing back as Akaashi continues to urgently attack his lips and mouth; the other boy now had full control. Kuguri realized that it was a mistake to open his eyes and meet Akaashi's gaze; his gleaming dark eyes against his dull but light ones.
His face grew red.
He wanted more from him. His urgency to feel him against his mouth was unbearable.
But it was that moment when Akaashi pulls away from him, panting and quickly ducking his head as he wipes his mouth his sleeve. Kuguri himself grew breathless after he pulls away.
The manager shrugs dismissively before walking back into his office, the waitress smiles at them and went back to work.
Akaashi refuses to meet Kuguri's gaze. The eye contact they made in the last second was too much for him and for Kuguri as well. To him, it felt like as if the whole world stopped, time froze, and everyone else around them had gone. Akaashi places a fingertip against his bottom lip where Kuguri had softly bitten earlier. His skin suddenly felt hot. Was he blushing? Well he isn't supposed to be the one blushing after making the first move.
Akaashi didn't dare to look up. He could imagine Kuguri's flushed and confused - or maybe disgusted - face while staring down at him. He immediately regrets his actions and felt guilt wash over him. Would Kuguri suspect that he was plotting the whole scene so that he could have his way with him? Akaashi felt another pang of guilt when he realizes that he technically took advantage of him.
On the other hand, the younger boy was staring at Akaashi, still flabbergasted by the setter's bold move. But there were other thoughts in his mind as well; will they continue being friends? Would Akaashi act normally around him after this? Did Akaashi like kissing him? So many thoughts in his mind at once; Kuguri should not be overthinking in such a young age. Besides, they're just friends whose known each other for only a week; feelings like that shouldn't come out of nowhere that quick.
Their pancakes were forgotten the moment their eyes met again.
**
"I think I messed up, Daishou-san," Kuguri says after his team finishes a practice match against each other. Daishou's bored face turns into a concerned one.
"Did your date go well?" Daishou asks. "Drop the '-san', will you?" He adds.
Kuguri shook his head, "it...wasn't a date. We were just hanging out until Fukuroudani and Nekoma's captain showed up in the café," he replies. Daishou grew somewhat more interested, "Akaashi-kun kissed me."
Daishou's lips curves into a large grin, "congratulations, Kuguri! You're growing into a man faster than I thought you would!" Daishou slaps Kuguri's back a little too hard, causing the younger to stumble forward.
"It wasn't like that...he kissed me to hide his face from them. And mine as well. I doubt Akaashi felt anything about it," Kuguri tries to hide the pain in his voice. He hasn't talked to him since that day. Which was last night, that is.
"First," Daishou spoke, "drop the '-kun' or '-san' or whatever. It's annoying to hear it from you."
"Okay, Daishou-san."
Daishou glares at him, "second, text him. Or call him."
Kuguri shrugs, "we haven't spoken to each other-"
Daishou looks like as if he was going to rip out his hair, "you're an idiot, you know? The only reason you both haven't talked to each other is because the two of you are huge cowards who won't make the first move. Second, it hasn't been that long! It was fucking last night, oh my God, Kuguri. Wait until Hiroo gets a load of this."
"Ah. Well. Of course..." Kuguri finds himself answering.
"Now go! He already made the first move, yeah? Now it's your turn. Scram, Kuguri," Daishou shoos him off. Kuguri blinks twice before walking away to find his phone. He hears Daishou mutter something about kids these days and their over exaggerated romance.
He taps on Akaashi's contact and began typing something quick.
Kuguri: 'Akaashi-kun, do you think we can meet up again soon?'
**
"Akaashi! You got message!" Bokuto exclaims from the other side of the room. Akaashi places his book down, mutters an 'excuse me' to Konoha and grabs the phone out of Bokuto's grasps. The ace smirks at him, "who is it, Akaashi? Are you seeing someone?"
"It's none of your business, Bokuto-san," Akaashi sighs out. He unlocks his phone and sees a message from Kuguri, "oh?" he finds himself blurting out. Both Konoha and Bokuto perk up at that.
"What is it, Akaashi? Is Kuroo bothering you again?" Bokuto asks. Kuroo one day thought it would be funny to send a picture of him and Bokuto running through the hallways of Nekoma without any clothes. Akaashi was scarred for life and Bokuto was mad that Kuroo took pictures and sent it to his precious setter. Even though half of Nekoma knew more than 60% of Bokuto's body now.
"No," Akaashi replies without taking his eyes off his phone. He replies a short message of 'sure. how about tomorrow?' before closing his messaging app and his phone. Konoha and Bokuto were grinning at him. "What is it, Bokuto-san, Konoha-san? Everyone with a phone gets text messages at least once a day."
"You were kinda protective with your phone just now," Konoha notes, his textbooks now forgotten.
"Are you seeing someone right now? Don't worry, we won't judge," Bokuto says, which sounded somewhat soothing. But Akaashi couldn't risk Bokuto telling Kuroo about the Nohebi wing spiker, even though they weren't dating.
Akaashi sighs, "I'm not dating anyone."
"Liar!" Konoha calls out.
"I second that!" Bokuto adds.
"You do not."
"Hell yeah I do," Bokuto retorts.
"Please go back to your studies, Bokuto-san. You too, Konoha-senpai," Akaashi scolds. Konoha grins smugly at Bokuto, while the latter scoffs.
Bokuto crosses his arms, "how come you never call me '-senpai', Akaashi? What did Konoha do to deserve that?"
Akaashi shook his head, "I'm not calling you '-senpai', Bokuto-senpai, I mean '-san'," Akaashi teases.
Bokuto however, was pleased with the small 'slip up'. His face right now was so dumb even Akaashi finds himself laughing at.
Konoha laughs at Akaashi, "you broke him."
**
"Kuguri, what time is your shift today?" Daishou asks. Kuguri looks up, lost in thought.
"11:45 until 10:00 every weekends. You know this, Daishou-san," Kuguri says.
"Just making sure...hey, I should come by, no?" Daishou slyly grins at him. "Come one, wouldn't you like your beloved senior slash captain visit you during your little shift?"
"Maybe," Kuguri answers dismissively.
Daishou slightly frowns, "come on, you'd love that. Remember when you had a small 'oh senpai, you're so cool' crush on me? Wasn't that cute?"
Kuguri narrows his eyes at his captain, "please never bring that up, Daishou-san. Ever." Internally, Kuguri was beyond embarrassed as hell. His stupid crush on his captain back then was nothing but a mere admiration - crush - thing. What did he even see in him, anyway? Kuguri wonders to himself.
"Come on, it was cute."
"I don't think so, Daishou-san. I'm not even sure what I saw in you, you were obnoxious as hell," Kuguri mutters.
Daishou places a hand on his chest, "ouch, Kuguri. Back at you as well; what do you see in Fukurodani's setter?" Kuguri raises a brow at him.
"We're just friends."
"Friends who make out in public in a newly opened café in the sight of many children; totally normal," Daishou mocks. "That's even more PDA than my past relationships, Kuguri."
Kuguri groans quietly, "your attitude that you call 'sassiness' is not needed right now."
Daishou pats his back, "you're so salty, Kuguri. sweeten up a bit and the boys will be running after you and your pretty little face of yours."
"Oh my God, Daishou-san."
Daishou snickers, "now do you see what you saw in me, Kuguri? I hope so, because you should start acting more like me and maybe Fukuroudani's setter will stop being so nervous around you."
"I'm sure he won't even talk to me if I do act like you."
"I'm just trying to help, Kuguri, oh my God."