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{1}
For any Japanese teen who’s a part of a sports club in their school, summer is usually identical with tournaments; from the widely known Koushien to Inter-High tournaments, everything happens in summer. Summer is also synonymous with fireworks festivals, new lines of yukata in clothing centers, and discounted prices in small cafés and karaoke places to accommodate young couple who often make use of their holiday break to go on dates or hang out together with their peers.
Oh, and if you live in an all-boys dorm, summer might also be associated with your peers parading around shirtless outside school hours.
Hence why Koushuu probably shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened the door to Sawamura Eijun sprawled on the floor wearing nothing but shorts while fanning himself using one of his Weekly Shounen Jump magazines. The nagging question here is just why the heck this particular senpai of his is making himself at home by Koushuu’s bed here instead of doing whatever in his own room.
“Senpai.”
“Oh, hi Koushuu! You done with lunch already? That was fast!”
The corner of Koushuu’s lips twitches.
“What are you doing in my room? And just where did your shirt go, senpai?”
Eijun pouts. “It’s very hot today! What’s wrong with going shirtless? Even Kuramochi-senpai often takes a nap wearing nothing but boxer!”
God, no.
That’s kind of too much information. That petulant answer also does nothing at all to help this awkward case of finding his boyfriend sprawled haphazardly in his room with ridiculously sexy messy hair and sweaty collarbones and very fine abs presented for everyone to freely see. It does absolutely nothing to help Koushuu’s sudden drying throat.
Koushuu tries not to make it too obvious that he’s swallowing a little hard.
“You haven’t answered my other question. Just what are you doing in my room, senpai?”
“Oh, I’m just waiting for Kimura to come back from the library. We were discussing about a social project for a class. Then, Kimura told me about this cool project blueprint from this one book he said we could use as a reference. I don't wanna go outside again, so I got him to play paper-rock-scissor and he lost! Wahaha!”
Koushuu stares exasperatedly. Of course, Eijun would just do that.
“Hey. C’mere, Koushuu! I’m bored. Let’s play card or something!”
Koushuu was about to roll his eyes at the older’s childish antic. But then Eijun just has to roll onto his stomach, showing off his glistening back muscles, and suddenly Koushuu cannot take his gaze off of the sweats rolling down the dip of Eijun’s nicely curved spine.
Lord, oh, Lord.
This is not happening.
“Um. Not now, sorry. I’ve got to start on my own science project assignment with Taku and Asada. So, uh, maybe later.”
With that, Koushuu slams the door close.
{2}
The first time Koushuu had seen his boyfriend practically almost naked, it had baffled him.
The second time? It’s no better.
To be fair, this time Sawamura is fully clothed—if you could call a piece of thin see-through T-shirt and a pair of shorts so short it could easily pass as boxer ‘fully clothed,’ that is.
“Senpai. Do realize that you are currently walking around in a public cafeteria? A place where everyone, even the coaches, could easily see you wearing something like that?”
Eijun raises his brows, puzzled. “So what? What are you getting at?”
Koushuu bites back a groan. “You are aware that you’re currently wearing transparent undershirt and boxer briefs, right?”
Instead of getting embarrassed, Eijun just laughs and reaches out to ruffle Koushuu’s hair messily. “Geez. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. Do city boys like you wear long-sleeves and dress pants all the time? Even in summer?”
Koushuu slaps away his boyfriend’s hand, irritated. “What I am saying is you should have enough sense to dress decently in public.”
Eijun rolls his eyes. “Look, I am decent, okay? These are just shirt and shorts. Nothing’s wrong with ‘em.”
Just as Koushuu is about to argue more, both of them notice Maezono and Kuramochi entering the cafeteria. Maezono, who only wears a pair of loose tank top and boxer, and Kuramochi, who got the decency to put on a worn shirt, at least, except all the buttons on that shirt are unbuttoned.
Koushuu glances at his boyfriend again, who is now facing away from him, cheerily greeting their senpais. His boyfriend, who is blissfully unaware of how his loose shirt slides down his shoulder blade and his tight boxer is framing his shapely firm ass nicely.
Lord, how much he hates summer.
{3}
And if Koushuu had ever thought that this bizarre torture of enduring seeing his boyfriend showing off his sexy charms in public would be ending soon, oh boy, he was very, very wrong.
Because here he is, inside the dugout of another school. Where they’re supposed to have a joint practice with the other school’s team. Where Koushuu has to endure Eijun stripping out of his compress shirt and seeing his boyfriend literally shirtless at this location of another school’s training facility and what’s more frustrating is that Eijun casually turns around at him. And asking the unthinkable.
“Koushuu, let me borrow your undershirt.”
“Um. What?”
“Your undershirt,” Eijun repeats. “You brought some more with you, right? Mine’s too soaked already and I only packed one spare—that one’s soaked too.”
“Why don’t you ask the other pitchers? I’m sure Furuya-san and Kaneda-san packed a few spares too.”
Eijun frowns, displeased. “Why should I wear another guy’s shirt when I could just borrow from my own boyfriend?”
Because Koushuu could be losing his focus on the game if he’s got the knowledge that Eijun is wearing his shirt, and that shirt will definitely smell like Eijun because today is so hot and Eijun’s been sweating bucks the whole day, perhaps?
Either way, Koushuu cannot exactly say it out loud to this blissfully oblivious boyfriend of his. Especially when they are in the middle of a freaking match with half their teammates lounging around in 100 meters radius. So, naturally, Koushuu settles for the most logical option: just sucks it up and hands his spare undershirt wordlessly to the pitcher.
And prays to every Gods exist up there that the coach won’t sub him in this game.
“OKUMURA! Get ready to go in 6th inning!”
…Man, he’s so screwed.
{4}
The fourth time it happens, Koushuu wonders if he should start getting used to see Eijun showing off so much skin all the time now.
His homeroom teacher had asked him and Takuma to bring back some stuffs from the old science lab in the next building. Both buildings are connected by a multi-sports court in the back, where his boyfriend is playing soccer with some guys from his year right now.
Is it a free class for Eijun?
He briefly wonders about it. But really, that doesn’t really matter here.
The thing that catches his attention the most is the way Eijun laughing freely on the field, running around with all the buttons on his shirt open, showcasing those toned abs so nicely. The boy’s sweaty tanned skin glistens under the sun. Beads of sweats rolling on his boyfriend’s torso, visibly dripping from his chin and arms. One of those arms raised up and…
“Koushuu! Hey!”
…waving excitedly at him.
Eijun turns around to say something at his teammates before jogging towards him. Koushuu tries to keep his cool, he really does, yet his gaze can’t help but drinking in every little detail of the state that his boyfriend is in right now—rolled up sleeves looks great on Eijun, Koushuu absentmindedly notes.
“Are you having a free class too? Come on, join us! We could use some more people.” Eijun then turns at Takuma. “Hey, come on, Seto-shounen! I heard from Kanemaru that you played as goal keeper for your class team in Sports Festival back then. I bet you’re good!”
Takuma laughs sheepishly at the compliment.
Meanwhile, Koushuu mentally apologizes to his best-friend. For a brief moment there, somehow he just completely forgot that he’s here with Takuma. Wow, such friend he is.
Now, back to the case at hand…
“Haha. No, no. Thanks for the offer though, senpai.” Takuma refuses politely. “We’re only here because a sensei asked us a favor to grab some things from the old science lab, so we better get going.”
Takuma then pauses a little, glancing at Koushuu with a gaze that Koushuu knows too well. And Koushuu hates that gaze.
“But if Koushuu want to join, I’m totally fine with it—”
“No, we better get going,” Koushuu interrupts curtly.
“Eh? Don’t you at least want to watch? I’m the top scorer in my team, you know! You should watch me play for a bit. Maybe you’ll be more interested to try it, then.”
“No. I believe it’s better to focus on baseball alone with Koushien nearing on the corner.”
Eijun pouts. “Boo! You’re so boring!”
Takuma snickers at their interaction. Such a friend.
Koushuu grabs his friend’s arm and strolls towards the next building without looking back.
Well, lies.
Just before they enter the building, Koushuu glances back for a bit, just in time to see Eijun aiming a kick to the goal post. And the boy scored it. And damn, Eijun actually looked very cool just now.
Koushuu makes a mental note to tell his boyfriend later to consider playing soccer as an alternative career.
{5}
The fifth time, Koushuu is not even surprised anymore.
He is more exasperated than surprised, really. Not to say that he hates it, though. By now, Koushuu just thinks that he might have a love/hate relationship with how much Eijun casually going shirtless all the damn time.
Like now, in their dorm bathroom, where Eijun is casually cracking some jokes with the first-years. Completely shirtless.
“Why are you here, senpai? It’s our cleaning duty today. We’re about to clean the bathroom now.”
“Why do you even need to ask? Obviously, it’s because you’re here, silly!”
Before Koushuu could come up with another question, Eijun approaches him, wide grin on his face, completely shirtless. He also notes that Eijun has his pants rolled up to his calves, showing off his toned legs. Oh, God.
“What with that surprised face? Shouldn’t you be glad that I come here to help you? Aren’t I a great, super considering boyfriend? Right? Right?”
Koushuu scoffs. “You probably will just hinder us here.”
“Geez. Give me some credit, will you?”
Eijun’s cheery grin drops. Koushuu honestly thought that Eijun was about to playfully scold him, but he is taken aback when a pair of lips smashes against his instead.
Koushuu pushes his boyfriend away, flushing slightly. “Don’t do that in front of them!” he hisses.
Not far away, his friends—Takuma, Asada, and Kuki—are giddily stifling their laugh at his reaction.
Eijun waves off his complaint. “It’s okay. It’s just them. Loosen up a bit, will you?”
“But what if, like, the coach might just walk in here anytime!” Koushuu protests.
Eijun rolls his eyes, turning back at the others instead. “Is he always being this difficult?”
Kuki is the first one to pipe up, glint in his eyes. “I think you should be the one knowing him better than us, senpai.”
Asada shakes his head, smiling slightly. “You shouldn’t tease Okumura-kun too much, Sawamura-senpai. We might not get anything done here.”
Koushuu refrains himself from glaring at the boy. Everyone knows that Asada is quite sensitive, and logically, being a catcher, making a pitcher uneasy is the least thing he should do.
Although if the pitcher is a certain southpaw here, it will be a different story. For Koushuu, at least.
“He is a tsundere, senpai!”
And of course, the most biting remark has to come from his own childhood friend.
Koushuu glares not so subtly at Takuma, who only returns it with a cheeky grin.
In the end, he couldn’t manage to get Eijun to leave them alone—and that has to do with his own friends having the best of their times witnessing Eijun shamelessly flirting with him.
Koushuu tries his best to avoid looking at his own boyfriend too much during the whole time. Lest, he might just get caught up in the way water running on that smooth bare chest, or those nicely shaped biceps, or…
…too many things, actually.
Sawamura Eijun getting wet is just sinfully wrong in every sense.
{+1}
“Okumura-kun, Sawamura-senpai called for you.”
Koushuu looks up from the sports magazine that he’s flipping aimlessly with Takuma and Asada by his sides.
Mogami, standing at the door to his room, only shrugs at him. “He is at the bath. He said to get you to bring him one of your sweaters, and… Well, it looks like there’s something that he wants to talk about with you, but I have no idea, honestly.”
“You better get going. Who knows? It might be something important,” says Takuma.
Asada nods encouragingly.
Seeing no problem with it, Koushuu snatches one of his spare sweaters before making his way to the common bath. It’s already empty at this hour, but he can make out the sounds that indicates someone is still inside.
“Senpai! It’s me,” he calls out.
He loiters around in the locker hall, the one that bridges the space outside and the bathing room. The door to the bathing room is pushed open, and Koushuu to see his boyfriend…
…in nothing but towels. Hair wet. Skin wet. So much skin in display. Droplets of water running through his entire body.
Koushuu actually regrets coming here.
He clears his throat awkwardly. “What are you doing taking a bath this late?”
“What do you mean? I always take a bath after everyone’s done. You know that.”
Okay, that was a stupid question.
Koushuu tries to keep his eyes on Eijun’s face as he racks his brain for other things to talk about. He tries hard not to let his gaze travel downwards. No, he really shouldn’t do that. He’d be doomed.
“Mogami told me that you’re asking for my sweater,” he states the obvious instead.
That got a sheepish grin out of Eijun. “I accidentally dropped my shirt in the bath, haha. I like your sweaters, and you never mind me borrowing it, right?”
“How did you even do that…” Koushuu trails off, shaking his head. “Actually, no. Don’t even explain.”
It’s not like Eijun doing silly antics like that would be any news to him. Bringing his shirt into the bathtub is just among the milder ones, really.
Eijun doesn’t seem to be offended by the insinuation, only laughs a bit and snatches the sweater from Koushuu’s hand. “Thanks,” he says. He takes another towel from one of the lockers, and dries his upper body with it, oblivious to Koushuu staring at him the whole time.
Or perhaps, not so oblivious.
It takes Eijun very much intentionally flexing his shoulders in front of him while toweling himself for Koushuu to get a truck-hitting realization about the truth behind this whole thing.
“Senpai. You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“E-Eh? What are you talking about?”
Koushuu frowns, scrutinizing every little twitch in Eijun’s body languages. He comes to a conclusion right away.
“This thing about you going shirtless all the time whenever I’m around, you actually have been doing it on purpose just to rile me up, don’t you?”
Eijun laughs sheepishly. “So, you finally realize it, huh? Took you a while, Wolf Boy!”
Koushuu purses his lips. “Why.”
“Because.” Eijun turns around and fixes him with an unimpressed look. “You never, ever take any initiative in anything!”
“Huh?”
“Like, I’m always the one who texts you first, who has to drag you to sit next to me at the cafeteria, and if I don’t hold your hand first, we wouldn’t be holding-hands at all. You have no problem with us making out behind the lockers, but if I don’t initiate it first, we probably would never kiss at all. How do you think I feel about that?! If I don’t know better, I might think that you don’t find me attractive at all. A guy can get insecure too, you know!”
“That’s—” Koushuu cuts himself off with a groan. He racks a hand through his hair, staring exasperatedly at this shameless boy in front him. “So, your first reaction is to try to seduce me in public?”
“Yes.” Eijun grins. “And that was fun! Watching your reactions was super fun!”
Koushuu curses under his breath.
So, Eijun wants him to take the initiative, huh? Fine, he can take the damn initiative.
Without warning, Koushuu pushes Eijun into the nearest walls before kissing the light out of the boy. He hears Eijun gasping sharply, clearly taken by surprise. Although his boyfriend’s reaction soon enough turns into lewd moans as his hands stray under Koushuu’s shirt.
They’re at it for a minute before…
Someone clears their throat from the entrance.
They both jump away from each other, startled. It’s none other than Coach Kataoka standing the door, with towel around his waist, shirtless.
Well, this is probably a good time to use his card of being the younger and go with ‘senpai was the one who started it’ defense.
Fortunately for Eijun, betrayal has never been on Koushuu’s dictionary.
“SAWAMURA! OKUMURA! GO RUN AND BURN THAT ENERGY UNTIL YOUR LEGS DROP!”
“YESSIR!”