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"Thanks." Sora says taking a gulp of water from the bottle Momoharu just handed him.
It's a hot day at the beach with a clear blue sky. The rest of the team is far away playing in the water while Sora and Momoharu sit on the sand, their feet occasionally getting touched by the waves.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Sora smiles at the ground "We should try to this more often."
"Uh, yeah, the guys sure would love to come back here by the looks of it."
"Maybe… next time could be just you and me? I mean, just; it's nice. It's really nice when it's just us, y'know?"
Momoharu knows. Lord does he know. He knows Sora is the prettiest boy he will ever meet and he knows there's no one half as dedicated as him and he knows he is so lucky that he gets to call him a teammate he almost feels bad about wanting more. Almost.
And a lot of things can be said about him but no one can say he doesn't make stupid decisions. So he raises his hand to touch Sora's cheek and when he looks up at him, blushing, he can't help but turn red too.
The shorter boy tilts his head up and leans in. And leans in and leans in and leans in and leans-
Momoharu opens his eyes and sits up.
"Fuck," he says grabbing a pillow and squishing it against his face "fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did he have to be cute?"