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Well this was just fantastic. Of all the things he needed after a shower, he couldn’t find the most important one.
Patting around the bottom of his locker, thinking that maybe, just maybe he had been careless and allowed his glasses to fall from the shelf they normally sat on while he was playing. But he could feel nothing except warm metal and the empty wrapper of a granola bar.
Groaning in defeat, Yuki straightened back up, resigning to putting his sports glasses back on, just long enough to find his regular frames. He pawed around the shelf again looking for the case, noticing immediately that something was off as soon as he picked it up. It was a few ounces lighter than normal, and the zipper of the hard sided case was open. Had he not returned his glasses to their home before his shower? No…he was sure he had, so where could they be?
He considered for a moment calling out for assistance, but knowing this would be futile as he was typically one of the last (if not the last) person left in the locker room. As was required of his modeling job, he had to take extra care of his hair and his skin, and on top of being tedious, it was also a long process that he really wished he could skip a few steps from. Even more so today, because if he hadn’t done all 11 steps of his skin care routine, maybe one of the other guys would still be in the locker room.
Sighing in defeat, Yuki decided to check the stall he had used for his shower. Maybe, by some chance of fate, he had gotten his glasses snagged up in his clothes, and they were waiting for him on the floor of the shower. This had happened before, but he was fairly sure it hadn’t happened today…. He hadn’t hurt the clatter of metal and glass on tile, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen.
Sliding his feet along the floor, Yuki avoided stepping too high as he walked back to the showers, just in case his glasses were somewhere along the locker room floor. He squinted his eyes as he looked down at the floor, hoping to maybe spot either of his missing glasses. Though really, that was pointless as he was quite blind without them. So blind that he could barely see where he was going.
While his gaze was cast towards the floor, a bench popped out at him from nowhere, using his poor eyesight against him to sneak up on him. Yuki cursed, grabbing his bare shin where he had struck it on the wood, but continued on as he needed to find those glasses.
Trying to ignore the pain, Yuki hobbled into the shower room, cursing again as he ran face first into another person who had snuck up on him as well, clearly. Yuki held a hand out to create distance, his palm coming into contact with the damp skin of one of his teammate’s chest’s.Yuki retracted his hand quickly, his cheeks heating in embarrassment as he took a step back.
“I am
so
sorry. I’ve misplaced my glasses and I can’t see a damn thing.” Yuki bowed his head in apology, his brain going haywire as the other person laughed. A deep cackle that was teasing and playful and one hundred percent could only be one person.
“Need some help then?” Shido asked, surely pinning Yuki with the most mocking grin.
Hanging his head, Yuki mumbled “yes” as he accepted the assistance. He would likely be wandering around the blurry room for an hour before he found his glasses without help, and he wanted to exit this situation as quickly as possible.
Shido grabbed his arm, dragging him back towards the locker room and pushing him down to sit on a bench (probably the one that had clocked him in the shin earlier).
“You were about to go look in the shower?” Shido asked, his bare feet slapping their way towards the showers yet again.
“Yes…I was in the stall furthest to the right.”
“Got it,” Shido affirmed he understood before heading into the shower room. Yuki heard the door of the stall squeak as Shido opened it, before slamming shut again. The soft sound of Shido’s feet on the tile floor returned, and suddenly the other boy was at his side again. “No dice. Where else should I look?”
Groaning, Yuki rubbed his eyes with his fingers, wishing for the millionth time that he could just have normal vision so he didn’t have to deal with situations like this. With one hand he pointed in the direction of his locker, which was surely a mess from all the clothes and other things he had strewn about looking for the glasses.
“The open one?” Shido asked, waiting for Yuki’s nod before grabbing his wrist and pointing his arm slightly further to the left. “Your locker’s over there dude.”
Grinding his teeth together, Yuki waited as he listened to Shido going through his personal belongings. He was half expecting Shido to comment on something, but he was surprisingly well behaved as he continued to look.
A few moments later, Yuki felt a presence immediately before him, and looked up to ask Shido what he was doing… His question was followed by the feeling of his glasses being slipped on his face, the cool metal of the arms feeling very snug and secure. Yuki blinked a few times as his eyes came back into focus, no longer having to squint to see the broadest detail. Shido still stood in front of him, hands on his hips as he waited for Yuki to say something.
“Thanks,” Yuki started, averting his gaze away from Shido’s bare torso. He didn’t realize that Shido had been wandering around in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. Shido seemed amused by his response, a lopsided grin on his face as he stared down at him.
“You know, for a model, you actually look alot better with glasses. You squint too much with ‘em off,” Shido stated, nodding his head as he crossed arms. “They were on the seat in front of your locker by the way. But I get it, you just wanted to see me after a shower, eh, Yuki?”
Cheeks burning in annoyance, Yuki stood, pushing past Shido to look inside his locker again. Magically, his sports glasses were returned to their case, as if they had never left. Yuki tried to ignore Shidou, but it was difficult as the other boy started to get dressed beside him. Shido was really taking his time, yet Yuki tried to focus on straightening his locker and returning all of his products back to their rightful homes.
Soon, Yuki felt Shido lingering, standing in front of his own locker with his hands in his pockets. Yuki looked over, feeling a bit flustered when he looked at the other’s teasing smirk.
“Can I help you?” Yuki asked, dusting his hands off on his sweat pants as he stood up straight, determined to not let Shido distract nor intimidate him. Shido never messed with him much, but when he did, it was always in this manner. Playful, teasing, as if he had some sort of ulterior motive for lingering around him.
The thought made Yuki’s skin crawl, but the more Shido stared at him, the ideas of what he might do next excited him as much as it worried him. Shido wasn’t unattractive after all. He was just a bit more wild than someone Yuki would typically go for.
“I could ask you the same thing. Missing anything else?”
Yuki frowned, looking back at his locker, but unsure of what was missing. Shido’s grin only grew wider with each passing second, exposing his teeth as he watched Yuki’s wheels turn.
“What did you take?”
“Oh nothing, but this was just sitting there.” Shido dug into his pocket, pulling out Yuki’s cellphone. Yuki grabbed for it, Shido holding it out of his reach by pressing a hand against Yuki’s chest. “Uh, uh, pretty boy. What’s the password?”
“Why do you want my password?”
“So I can give you my number of course. It only makes sense for us to have each other’s numbers… you know as fellow Blue Lock teammates…”
Yuki frowned, swiping for his phone again. Still, Shido held it out of his grasp, and Yuki sighed as he gave in. Shido typed in his password as he spoke it, refusing to accept Yuki’s number verbally, and quickly swiped over to his contacts.
Quickly adding in his number, Yuki noticed that Shido sent a message to himself, completely sealing Yuki’s fate by collecting his number for himself. Yuki snatched his phone back as Shido held it out, his teasing smirk never dimming as he gathered up his things and left the locker room.
Shido had already texted him before he left the locker room himself. Yuki would have to consider changing his phone number in the future if things went badly, but for now… He would let Shido have his fun. He had been nice enough to help him find his glasses after all.