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“I swear I can explain, Sawamura,” Miyuki chokes between two fits of laughter.
Eijun isn’t sure whether the red flush on his face comes from his anger or his arousal, as he takes in the sight of what he guessed was a very naked Miyuki in. his. own. bed. Sure, he had dreamt of that before - more than he’d care to admit -, but in no circumstances did the dream involve his captain getting completely smashed to celebrate the third-years’ graduation.
So Eijun masks his embarrassment the best he can - with a very loud shout he hopes would bring Kuramochi-senpai back to their room, because he has discovered the now-vice captain is a very protective person beneath the harsh treatments and wrestling matches.
“MIYUKI KAZUYA!! IS THERE A REASON YOU’RE NAKED IN MY BED?!”
Miyuki keeps laughing, all inhibitions apparently stripped away along with his clothes, and Eijun cannot help but stare - at his slightly ruffled hair, his tanned skin a little redder, the naked, muscled arms crossed over his even more naked chest, the sheets barely clinging to his hips, his crinkled eyes behind the glasses he had had the decency to keep on, the way his exhilaration washes over him in tidal waves with each breath he lets out - and Eijun has never found him prettier, sexier, never has he wanted to kiss him more than now - and soon Miyuki’s laughter fades away, until he stares at Eijun with an intensity that makes his blood boil like liquid fire.
He slides his legs off the bed, and stands up, shit-eating grin gracing his face as he takes a step, then another, and Eijun fights to keep his gaze from sliding downwards, until Miyuki reaches him and pushes him against the door, arm locking him into place. Eijun glances to Miyuki’s broad shoulders and the collarbones peaking beneath skin and muscle, to the small beauty mark, barely visible, in the crook of his neck, to the shivers and goosebumps crawling on his chest.
“I lost the strip poker game,” Miyuki whispers simply.
“You’re awful,” is Eijun’s answer. “I bet you’re too drunk to know what you’re doing anymore.”
“I haven’t had a single drop,” Miyuki says, and for once Eijun hears the honesty in his voice, almost like glass shattering. “I did that to piss off Kuramochi. I didn’t think you’d be the one to show up.”
He’s close now, warm breath on Eijun’s mouth, white teeth biting red lips ever-so-slightly opened, dark gaze taking in every feature of Eijun’s face, and he wonders what Miyuki sees right now, if he deciphers the storm of emotions going through him at the moment, affection and desire tangling with worry and fear, and before he tries to do something he would for sure regret in the morning, Eijun speaks.
“You know this is technically sexual harrassment, Miyuki Kazuya.”
Miyuki’s forehead falls on his shoulder, and the warmth spreads through his bones.
“I don’t even know how you can make me feel so… Just, let me stay there for a while. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I promise.”
So Eijun lets him, for a minute or two, until Miyuki whispers again.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to again. Ever.”
“Why? You usually don’t care what I want.”
“Because that changed too.”
Eijun tries to push him “If you’re pitying me I won’t ever forgive y-”
“Because I like you.”
Miyuki looks at him now, serious and fond, almost desperate, Eijun thinks - and so Eijun reaches out to brush his fingers on his cheek, on his lips, in his hair, before he leans forward to kiss him, once.
“Even you can be nice, Miyuki Kazuya.”
“Only when it can get me something I want,” the captain answers, a smirk on his face as he leans down and takes Eijun’s lips with his own.
When Kuramochi shows up later, drunk off his ass, Miyuki isn’t the only one naked in Eijun’s bed anymore.