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Hiori had just put his pajamas on in the empty change room. He would have finished earlier, but he couldn’t wait until he got back to the sleeping quarters to do his dailies and by the time he was finished, everyone had left already. The only people remaining were him and Karasu, who was still in the shower washing off those tricky bits of hair wax.
As he started to gather his stuff, Hiori took a few glances at Karasu’s cubby, taking the opportunity to peek at his stuff while he was gone. Karasu kept his space neater in comparison to some of the other boys, but you could tell that stiff was his. A half-empty tub of wax. A notebook whose pretty handwriting was complimented by warping from heavy use. A … used pair of boxer briefs?
If they were clean, Hiori probably would have thought nothing of it, maybe wonder if Karasu was either a kind enough senpai or the type of person who would worry about shitting himself enough to bring more than one spare.
Also, it was rare for a meticulous guy like Karasu to forget a piece of dirty laundry, especially underwear. But it definitely looked used, more wrinkled and scrunched up than the one beside it.
Hiori looked around. No one else was there, and there should still be some tine before Karasu got out of the bathroom. Hesitantly, he picked up the pair of underwear and brought it up to his face, giving it a light sniff. They had a long practice day today, and Hiori could smell his sweat, faintly musky but still stronger than he was used to.
Next thing he knew, his hands were gripping the cloth firmly, burying his nose and mouth in as deep as he could, as if it were a chloroform-soaked rag and he was trying to knock himself out. He took deep huffs, wanting to smother himself in every bit of Karasu’s sweet scent. He even started mouthing the briefs, trying to get a taste of his beloved senpai, using the cloth to muffle the small whines escaping his lips.
Sooner or later, he heard Karasu scream and immediately pulled his face out of the article of clothing.
“What the heck are ya doin’?!!”
“K-Karasu! Y-ya finished early!”
“It’s already late, so I skipped the bath. What are ya doin with my underwear?”
“I was checkin’ if it needed washin’! I was gonna wash it for ya!”
“Looks like you were doin a lot more than checkin!”
Hiori couldn’t say anything else. No one can bullshit Karasu, much less someone who was clearly face deep in his underwear like a disgusting pervert.
“…Ya know, if ya just asked, I woulda let ya take them.” Karasu mumbled hesitantly. He glanced away from Hiori, looking as bashful as Karasu theoretically could. “Maybe let ya do even more than that?”
“…”
“Ya dumbass, I’m just kid-“
Hiori was suddenly in front of Karasu, grabbing him by the upper arms and pulling him closer. “Really?” He asked, eyes sparkling. He obviously did not hear that last part.
Unfortunately, the doors of the change room opened at the same time. Yukimiya, Otoya, and Isagi walked in and immediately stared blankly at the sight before them. Hiori, half-hard, a pair of boxer briefs in one hand, both hands gripping on to Karasu’s arms. Karasu, who was only in his towel. Their faces, flushed and a questionable distance from each other. What else could this situation look like?
“H-huh…” Isagi awkwardly chuckled, his eyes drifting away from the pair. “We were looking for you two, but… I think we shouldn’t be here right now.” He immediately turned around and left.
“Wait, Isagi!” Hiori shouted, but it was too late, he was already gone.
Otoya continued staring and whistled. “Geez, you two, if you’re gonna do something like that, at least put a sock on the handle or something.”
“This is Blue Lock, though. There’s only sliding doors.” Yukimiya chimed in while trying to subdue the shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh yeah. So I guess you guys didn’t mind getting caught. Didn’t know you were freaky like that.”
“That’s it, everyone out!” Karasu shouted.
Not without a few more teasing comments from Otoya, Karasu eventually shoos everyone out of the change room, Hiori included.
Can’t even change ‘round here with these idiots! Otoya maybe, but I expect better from Hiori! Karasu returned to his cubby, but something felt off. He took a good look at the bench and realized that there was only one pair of underwear among his stuff.
Hiori took the used pair with him.