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By the time they’d finished off the package of Starbursts, Murasakibara’s arms were wrapped around Kiyoshi’s torso, his head leaning back against the other player’s shoulder. It was more comfortable that way, and besides, the floor was cold. Kiyoshi’s knee was propped up on Murasakibara’s backpack.
“Hey,” Kiyoshi tapped his forearm lightly. “Are you about to fall asleep on me? Don’t leave me here alone, Atsushi.”
“Don’t call me Atsushi,” Murasakibara replied, nudging Kiyoshi’s leg with his own.
“Aw, why not? I thought we were friends now. You can call me Teppei if you like.” It was dark enough that Murasakibara couldn’t see Kiyoshi’s face, but he could hear the pout in the other boy’s voice.
Murasakibara considered.
“Kiyo-chin,” he finally compromised, and Kiyoshi laughed, a low huff Atsushi felt in his chest.
Suddenly he was very, very aware of how small this closet was. And how large Kiyo-chin was. And warm. And--something smells like chocolate.
“You have more snacks,” he accused, and Kiyo-chin doesn’t bother to hide the crinkling of the wrapper anymore.
“It’s just a little Snickers. Fun-sized. Barely a bite.”
“Gimme,” Atsushi demanded, stomach already twisting at the thought of food. That must be why.
“Make me,” Kiyo-chin said, and Atsushi could hear the taunt in his tone clear as day, followed by a small pop as the candy disappeared into his mouth.
Never let it be said that Atsushi backs down from a challenge. Before he fully realizes what he’s doing himself, he’s wrenched Kiyo-chin around and gone after the candy directly, locking their mouths together and chasing it with his tongue. He catches the other center by surprise and leans back in victory, crunching the candy and swallowing it before Kiyo-chin has the bright idea to try the same tactic.
In the silence that fell after he swallowed, Atsushi could hear his heart pounding in his chest like he’d been doing drills. Must be from the sudden movements, he thought.
Finally, Kiyo-chin spoke. “You missed a bit.”
Any job worth doing is worth doing correctl y, Atsushi thought distantly as he leaned forward again.
Kiyo-chin’s mouth did taste like chocolate still, along with a trace of the fruity candy they’d shared earlier, and something else that must have been all him. Atsushi explored his mouth, trying to decide if he liked the taste or not. He definitely liked the way Kiyo-chin’s hand felt against his hip, and how soft his lips were against Atsushi’s chapped ones.
Eventually Kiyo-chin pulled back, panting a bit for breath. “My knee,” he gasped. “I can’t sit at this angle any more, it’s getting twisted. Riko will kill me.”
Atsushi hmphed, unwilling to let Kiyo-chin off that easily. “Turn around then.”
It was more difficult than that, of course, in the cramped quarters they were in. Eventually, they switched places, allowing Kiyo-chin to rest against the wall and leaving Atsushi kneeling in front of him. Finally, he could lean forward again and taste Kiyo-chin some more. Their noses bumped, and Kiyo-chin had the temerity to laugh, that quiet little huff that Atsushi felt more than heard.
He growled a little and leaned an arm against the wall, scooting even closer to Kiyo-chin in the process. The new angle was much better, and they traded kisses until Atsushi was the one who needed to break away.
“You’re right, Kiyo-chin,” he muttered. “This is hard on my back.”
“Yeah,” he responded hazily. “Hard.”
With a start, Atsushi realized his back wasn’t the only thing their makeout session had been hard on. With the way he was sitting, his knee was pressed right up against Kiyo-chin’s… well.
Now that he focused on something besides his mouth on Kiyo-chin’s, Atsushi realized his uniform pants were rather tight too.
He was saved from having to decide what to do about that revelation by hearing the doorknob rattle.
“We’re in here!” Kiyo-chin called. Atsushi was gratified to hear that his voice was a bit hoarse, even as he struggled to his feet and the closet door finally, finally opened.
“We’ve been looking for you everywhere,” exclaimed the cat-faced boy on Kuro-chin’s team. “How long have you two been stuck in there?”
“Long enough to get hungry,” Atsushi grumbled, and shouldered his way past Kiyo-chin’s teammates.
“Atsushi!” Kiyo-chin’s voice made him turn around. He was holding out his backpack, and grinning.
Atsushi shoved back through and grabbed it. “I’m still going to crush you,” he informed Kiyo-chin.
As he walked away, he could have sworn he heard the other player murmur, “You already have.”