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There’s actually an irregular indentation in Susa’s chest, which is not as weird as it sounds when he’s got his shirt off and Imayoshi is licking a trail up his collar bone, but it’s there nonetheless, a small imperfection that throws off the topography of his bones and cheats the system enough for it to count as perhaps a misdemeanor.
The old Touou captain is the one who notices it in the beginning, in second year when Imayoshi and Susa both make the regulars roster, after their first game under the spotlight and when they’re stripping down to their shorts and socks in the locker room while the sweat pools down around their feet. There’s a hole in your chest, Susa, isn’t that a bit weird?
“I guess it is,” says Susa, and he shrugs. “But I’ve been like this my whole life.”
“Heeh,” says the captain, “is that right? You know what’d be funny, then?”
“What,” says Susa, because he’s a good guy who is willing to humor his senpai. “What would be funny?”
“I bet the perfect girl for you would have like, a single boob that would fit perfectly in that hole in your chest. Wouldn’t you say so?”
A pause. Imayoshi is the one who breaks the awkward silence first, letting out a hideous guffaw. His shoulders shake and he sits down on the bench with his head in his hands to keep himself from laughing too hard.
“But you don’t really mind this,” he tells Susa later that year, when he kisses Susa for the first time. He backs Susa into the wall of the empty classroom and turns around the other way, wraps both of Susa’s arms around his shoulders until he can hear the crunch of triumph fall down at his sides, and then he enunciates clearly. “You don’t mind that I’m not a girl with a uniboob that will fit perfectly into your chest?”
“I never even agreed to it, to begin with,” says Susa. His voice is low and it rumbles against Imayoshi’s back. “Turn around, Shouichi.”
“At least my shoulders fit,” he turns his head and tells Susa, and then they kiss each other enough that Imayoshi can feel his heart begin to rot.