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His hand was stretched white from how hard he was gripping his kimono, matching its lighter color.
What.
An.
Absolute.
Asshole.
That was the only way to describe Tomioka, and his holier-than-thou attitude.
Who did he think he was making decisions based on his own comfort without giving them the chance to utter a single word ? Did he really think being the captain of the swimming team was hot shit ?
« Sanemi »
And if he really did think that just because they were a little wet from swimming, they could get priority access to the changing rooms well guess fucking what Tomioka and his little team can go f-
« Sanemi ! » Masachika whisper-shouted.
Sanemi clicked his tongue and stared back at Tomioka’s stupid ugly face, challengingly. Fuck he must’ve zoned out from how annoying this dude was.
« As i was saying » Tomioka continued, « I think you should leave the changing room to us first ».
Tomioka was quite a sight to behold, covered by his big obnoxious blue towel, as if it were a velvet cape fit for a king. What a joke.
The white haired snorted, a mean thing. « An’ why would we do that ? »
Tomioka cocked his head to the side, confused. Was he mocking him ? « Why not ? I’m asking you to do so. » Sanemi could feel the veins on his forehead popping out. The sheer audacity of his was fucking astonishing. (The team swore they could hear the wincing of his teeth clenching.)
« Want us to roll a red fucking carpet while you’re at it ? »
Don’t get Sanemi wrong, he knew the only people at fault for this discrepancy (if you could call it that), is the stupid administation of his shitty ass uni. Why the hell would they allow the gymnastic club the whole stadium for their stupid performance. It’s only temporary but still, it’s fucking up their schedules. Normally, a standard thursday would’ve been 6 pm – 8 pm – swimming practise, 6 : 30 pm – 8 : 30 pm– judo practise. Simple no ? They had no reason to bump into each other (and thank fucking gosh). But now because of the stupid gymastic team they’ll have to end 30 mins early which means both clubs finish at the same time, which also means that they’ll have to decide who gets to change first in that smelly and small and singular changing room. Great.
« Can’t you guys start earlier ? » Masachika suggested scratching his cheek.
Tomioka sighed, ignoring his comment in the process (what an ass). « We can’t, all of us have class until 6 ».
(« Same here » Masachika sighed).
Tomioka sighed for the nth time that day (really it should be HIM sighing).
« It’s alright just leave us the changing room and- »
« I don’t think so » he cut him off. Sanemi wasn’t usually one to be unreasonable. But right now he was this close from strangling a certain ravenette, so being reasonable was the last thing on his mind. « We’re gonna use the changing rooms right after practise, and if you’re not happy with that, then you can always change outside okay ?». The toothy smirk stretching onto Sanemi’s face was sickingly sweet.
Having nothing to say back (probably from shock), Sanemi snorted and slightly shoved, not overtly aggressive but quite firmly, Tomioka away, to get his point accross, if you will.
He could feel the ravenette’s glare as he smirked, walking away.
« Dude you were a total douche » his best friend helpfully noted, stuffing his face with his digustingly greasy sandwich.
Sanemi furrowed his brows, snapping his chopsticks in half. « The fuck do you mean ? »
« You know exactly what i mean » the other rolled his eyes.
« Not my fault that prick was an ass, i mean did you see how he wa’ jus’ ordering us around ? » the white haired agitated his hand, he could feel his veins popping right back out from the ravenette being mentionned.
Masachika shrugged. « It’s true his choice of words was uh »
« Audacious ? »
« Not quite »
« Arrogant ? Self-centered? Asshole-y ? »
« … I was gonna say innaproriate » Masachika sighed, « But I don’t think its his fault »
Sanemi snorted ungracefully. « It’s entirely his fault, stop making excuses for his shitty behaviour ».
« Not but i’m being for real ».
« So am I ».
« No but you don’t get it » He scratched his chin, humming « I think he might be socially awkward. »
Sanemi’s deadpan « no really ? » face made the other boy roll his eyes. The latter proceeded to take a big chunk out of the convenience store bought bread.
« No I mhean he’s chust chochially awkward he djoesn’t mhean agny harm ». Masachika said, chewing.
Sanemi huffed. « Absolutely disgusting » He tried shoving the dark-haired with his foot, the other dodging swiftly his attack. « How ‘bout you finish chewing before talking nonsense ?» making him cackle.
Masachika didn’t know shit. He was absolutely wrong. Tomioka was a stubborn asshole and that was IT. End of story.
And so it would be, if Tomioka wasn’t a goddamn stubborn mule.
The changing room’s fucking crammed, he thought, as he slammed his gym locker with so much force that the metal rattled. It was already bad enough with a whole team of sweaty judo players but right now with the addition of the swimming team the locker room felt like a public onsen.
And all thanks to this asshole. He scowled at the back of Tomioka’s stupid head. Said man was standing right next to him in a unfortunate twist of fate.
Probably sensing the deadly glare the white-haired threw at him, the ravenette turned to stare back at the latter. Deep blue eyes met amethyst narrowed ones, and instead of averting his gaze, he challenged him right back.
« If you’re not happy you could always change outside » Tomioka looked like he was saying, mocking his previous words (he really wasn’t).
Sanemi was about to bark something at him, words on the tip of his tongue when all of a sudden-
Tomioka’s towel dropped from his shoulders and it was the first time Sanemi’s ever seen Tomioka in his swimsuit. Half naked.
And Damn. He clamped his mouth right up.
Talk about a cracked mussel revealing a flawless pearl. Tomioka’s skin was unblemished and smooth adorned with a constellation of cute little beauty marks all around his fair body. His arms and abs were toned, and his back broad and robust. The former was not as muscular and ripped as Sanemi (of course) but he wasn’t anything to laugh at either.
The white-haired stared, entranced as the thinner man reached up and took off his goggles with an absurd amount of grace. He then proceeded to snatch his swimming cap off his head, revealing his long ebony hair as it cascaded down his shoulder, reaching his lower back. Sanemi felt his breath hitch. The dark normally spiky hair seemed to curve on the extremities ressembling tide waves, and with the pearly skin and the deep ocean eyes, Tomioka looked absolutely ethereal. Like staring at the stars by sea at nightfall.
And DAMN again.
To clear out any confusion, Sanemi wasn’t into guys but he wouldn’t deny that that asshole was kinda hot. (Actually kinda hot was an understatement, but he’ll never admit that in his head nor out loud nor EVER). And it wasn’t anything new, Sanemi was surrounded by muscular strong guys maybe also objectively good-looking, but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off Tomioka.
Who now had turned away, back facing Sanemi as he fiddled in his bag.
The white-haired gaze followed the ravenette’s long black raven hair all the way to the curve of his spine, impressed by its lenght,. He’s about to rip his gaze away less he wants to get caught staring by his arch nemesis.
But then, as though shining, asking to be admired and looked at, a sliver of skin exposed on his lower back caught his attention.
Pandora’s box. The forbidden fruit. The bane of Sanemi’s existence but also his mania.
A tiny waist followed by dimples.
Tomioka had fucking back dimples. What the fuck. He had a tiny waist AND back dimples. BACK DIMPLES !!! Sanemi was practically drooling over this man (someone save him).
His trance was « rudely » interrupted when Tomioka suddenly swirled around and marched towards him. His head tilted, questionningly as their eyes met for the nth time that day.
A gentle finger tucked an unruly long piece of hair behind his ear. Sanemi could feel his ears burning.
« Are you alright Sanemi ? Is there something on me ? » that fucker had the nerve to look sincere.
Sanemi huffed, face red from getting caught, his body acted on impulse and sped towards the shower shoving Tomioka away in the process.
What the fuck is wrong with him, why was he looking so intently at that asshole anyways ?
Fuck.
Sanemi took a record winning shower, and practically ran out of there.
Fuck Fuck Fuck.
To say that the thought of Tomioka’s half naked body was plaguing Sanemi’s mind all day was an understatement. It was affecting him at night too, he barely managed to get a wink of sleep.
Gosh he felt like such a deranged pervert. A sleep deprived pervert.
He groaned into his hands as his professor was lackadaisically going about some complex equation. It has been a bit over a week since that fateful day (if you could call it that). The start of his inner turmoil and his epiphany.
And Sanemi has avoided Tomioka at all cost. Not that it was that complicated, as the ravenette was in the physical education and kinesiology or whatever departement, while Sanemi was doing a mathematic bachelor’s degree. But for some reason, he’d been running into Tomioka a lot more frequently as of late, to his upmost unfortunate displeasure.
First in the corridors, after in a sports club president group meeting, then in a coffee shop near their university, also before going home, in the train… It was torturously incessant and never fucking ending. It was like Sanemi couldn’t catch a break anywhere he went. The worse had to be in the bathroom. Couldn’t a man piss in peace ?! Geez.
And each time Tomioka would spot him, he would always try to strike a conversation with him, why, the white haired had no fucking clue and althought he was a bit curious, he would dodge his advances like the plague.
It was so bad Masachika « had » to get involved. And by « had » he means prod at Sanemi what was weighing on his mind until either the latter would get tired and relent or he would throttle him to death (Sanemi was very close to the second option).
« Sooo ? » Masachika asked, eyes glistening with a crooked smile.
Sanemi huffed out of exasperation. Althought Masachika wasn’t a tattletell nor was he particularly interested in gossip, Sanemi still had trouble expressing himself about certain things. And to be fair this secret he’d like to take to his grave.
« I- » He started, unsure on where to begin ; The white haired didn’t know how to even explain his current predicament without revealing too much. « I think I might be going genuinely insane ». He finally lets out, lamely.
Masachika exploded in laughter as Sanemi cringed at himself.
« How sooo ? Come ooon Sanemi give me something to work with at least. » The former whined.
« I don’t know » He groaned for the nth time that week, « I just- » His hands rubbed at his face harshly. « Fuck, there’s just this person that keeps plaguing me and i don’t know how to deal with it, it follows me everywhere and it’s never happened before so I’m stunned »
Masachika nodded thoughtfully, and the moment Sanemi thought he’d prod at him for more information, his eyes lit up.
« I know what this is about » His orbs sparkling shone brighter than the sun, and Sanemi had to squint at him. His finger shot up in a know-it-all posture.
« You are in love » He said as serious as ever.
Sanemi almost chocked on his saliva.
« Wha- »
« I mean, this girl’s got you hooked no ? Look at you getting all flustered like some highschooler » Masachika’s smile streched almost at his eyes, as he nudged the white-haired with his elbow.
He coughed.
« It’s not- »
He groaned. « Look it’s not like that okay like it’s different »
« Hm ? How so ? »
« Like i don’t like the person like that, fuck no ». Sanemi could never date that prick, not in a million fucking years.
« Ohhhh, so you’re sexually frustrated ? »
Yes. « Fuck, I really can’t believe this but you’re right for once » That had to be it. Sanemi just had to get laid and everything would be back to normal, no more toned abs keeping him awake, no more slim waist in his daydreams, no more piercing blue eyes-
« Ouch » Masachika deadpanned cutting his thought off, the white haired didnt know where that sentence was going anyways, so in true Sanemi-fashion he will just ignore it. « First off, fuck you you know i’m always right and second off, there’s a party at Uzui’s tomorrow, you coming ? »
Sanemi cackled. « First off » He copied, « I’m pretty sure i can count on one hand the numbers of time you were ever right,(Masachika let out an outraged cry) and second off how is that going to fucking help».
Masachika waved his hand. « Well it could keep your mind off your situation, orrr ~ » His eyes sparkled with mischief. « You could find someone ». He wiggled his eyebrows making Sanemi scoff,
« Whatever ». Despite his lackluster response, the white haired was somewhat convinced.
A perfect distraction and potental solution to his problem. Uzui’s parties were known to be extremely flamboyant as some would put it, he would find a one night stand there and everything will go back to how it was. It was a seemless and impeccable plan. Bonus was Tomioka wouldn’t be there anyways because it was a party and everybody knew he avoided them like the plague. So it was perfect, and it was going to be perfect.
Upon entering Uzui’s home, Sanemi was immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and sweat. Great. His nose wrinkled in disgust. Why was he here again ?
The reason slid his arm around his shoulder.
« Aight ill see you around somebody is waiting for me » Masachika patted his trapedius twice before winking and leaving the white haired at the entrance. « You look good btw ! » Traitor.
The white haired groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. Why the fuck did he come here.
He also did look good, in fact he made an effort coming up with a solid fit. White chemise, with also a white undershirt followed by some beige, slightly oversized chinos. Can’t forget the necklace and rings too.
The party was, well, as good of a party as a uni student can throw. It wasn’t bad bad but it wasn’t good either. Uzui was pretty much known to throw the best parties around campus. Partly because he came from a rich background. But the competition wasn’t very big as most students were pretty much broke. So this is the best you could get.
« Sanemi ? » Speak of the devil, Uzui let out a boisterous laugh, incredulous He was surrounded by three girls, his arms casually wrapped around two girls’ waists, his fuck boy reputation does precede him. « Man, I’m surprised you came, usually you skip out on these types of things, well it isn’t exactly the first surprise of the evening ». Before Sanemi could comment on that, Uzui slapped his back, laughing again. « Enjoy yourself, cya around. » he winked, finger saluting him before walking off.
Sanemi groaned, was this a mistake ? Should he just go back home and watch a movie or something ? No no no he must stay strong, the reason why he was here in the first place-
Suddenly, on high alert, the white haired scanned his perimeters dutifully making sure that the man haunting his thoughts wasn’t around, before shaking his head. Peace somewhat, he wasn’t here. Everything was going fine.
He was making his way to the bar area, Mitsuri spotting him and waving cheerfully at him next to an uninterested Shinobu scrolling on her phone.
« Sanemi ! Hey Heyyy over here ! » she said, smiling brightly and toothily.
He grabbed a drink and made his way towards her. The music was loud, really freaking loud, he could barely hear his own thoughts. And walking through a crowd of horny sweaty uni students was definitely not the funnest, especially sober. Once he arrived in front of the girls, he noticed a line of tequila shots waiting for him on the table.
« Took you sometime » Shinobu deadpanned, earning an eye roll from Sanemi,
« Yeah yeah, hello to you two »
« O.M.G Sanemi i’m so glad you caaameeee~, I just got these for us! » Mitsuri shouted enthusiastically, gesturing to the drinks, her cheeks and nose slightly rosy probably from being a bit drunk.
She was a sweetheart and a life savior, honestly, bless her heart.
« I’ll get the next roun’ then » He smiled as she giggled mirthfully, settling next to the girls.
The two were chatting, well more like Mitsuri was yapping Shinobu’s ear off while the other listened with the occasional nod.
Misturi was a cute, nice and fun girl, saying she was attracting was an understatement, big kind eyes, a beautiful smile, a well adorned body, she was a catch for sure. But something was missing, hey eyes were far too green, her hair not dark enough, … wait a minute, he shook his head and groaned internally. If only he could’ve had a crisis over her or something it would’ve been so much easier to deal with or even to understand. Anyways, it’s not like he had a chance anyways.
Looking over at Shinobu, she had black hair well semi with the purple tips, her eyes were kinda blue, except for, again, the slight purple, her skin was quite fair too, something was still not quite right though…
« What are you looking at ? » she raised her thin eyebrow, scowling.
Oh right, who could’ve forgotten her notable adorable, definitely not irritating and infuriating personality. Apart from that though, he could definitely and objectively tell that they were both physically attractive, but what made him so much different ?
He huffed, ignoring his inner turmoil, and went to grab a drink to Mitsuri, out of courtesy, when someone beat him to it.
Obanai, rivaling Sasuke with his broody personality and emo-ness stepped out of Mitsuri’s shadow (which gave him a near heart attack). He grabbed the drink and placed it in the pink-green haired girl’s palm. In retrospect, maybe it was better that he didnt have a thing for Mitsuri he’d probs get poisoned by him and thrown into a river or something. He shivered at the thought.
« Sup batman» He smirked. Obanai rolled his eyes as he handed Shinobu and Sanemi a cup and finally got himself one too.
« Didnt think you’d come » the shorter male admits. « Cheers to you for honoring us with an appearance » He then downed the shot in one go, which prompted the others to cheer and clink the glasses and down theirs. He may be sarcastic, but Sanemi knows damn well if it weren’t for Mitsuri, Obanai would’ve never EVER came to a single party.
He stared then at the ravenette wiping a drop of alcohol from his chin. Maybe just maybe he somehow turned gay and had a type, that was his only logical explanation to this whole ordeal at least. Looking at the dark haired individual, most of the criterias checked out, black hair, eyes blue (well more like an eye but that’s better than no blue eyes he thinks), he also had somewhat fair skin, but honestly apart from disgust to imagining kissing him, looking at Obanai didnt amount to any significant discovery.
« What’s the occasion ? » the latter asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Sanemi face reddened, no way is he telling them why he’s here.
« I’m here to uh » He looks around to his cocktail, « drink, isn’t it obvious »
« You could’ve just gone to a bar- » Shinobu started, when Sanemi slammed a bottle of tequila on the counter, cutting her off.
« Less yapping more drinkinngg » he exclaimed pouring everybody shots, to the absolute delight of Mitsuri.
He was indubitably wasted as hell. He couldn’t remember how many shots and cocktails he had drunk. But one thing is for sure, it was probably not the recommended amount.
He didn’t know when him and his friends joined the crowd of sweaty people to dance but here he was feeling the beat of the music on his skin, and moving his body to the tempo. It was corny as fuck, he hated dancing, but for some reason right now he didnt care.
He closed his eyes as he dragged his hand to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. It was getting hot in here. Maybe splashing his face with some cold water right now was a good idea. He needed to use the restroom anyways.
Staggering through the crowd, Sanemi slowly made his way towards the toilet, two girl winked at him as he passed through, one even stopped him ; grabbing him by the shoulders and lacing her arms around his neck, he instinctly grabbed her waist for stability. By all means she was absolutely gorgeous, honestly. Black long hair, nice smile, curves, she had everything. But when she was about to kiss him, her brown eyes reflected a deep blue, and he stumbled back.
« Sorry » he awkwardly uttered, « I actually really gotta go piss »,The girl ever so confused just stared at him while he walked away.
Fuck. Cold water splashed his face. Fuuucccckkkkkk. He’s such a freaking LOSER. He gripped his hair out of frustration.
He threw his hands onto the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. The only reason why he went to this fiasco in the first place was to forget about them big ole blue eyes, and their (very attractive) owner. But all this party has done was remind him about his deranged thoughts.
His palms turned white from how hard he was gripping the sink. This was so pathetic. He slapped his cheeks. Grow up you’ll get over this, you’re 22 for fuck’s sake.
With a new kind of determination he stomped his way towards the door.
He slammed it open, turning off the lights as he did so. Followed by a loud yelp and a thud.
Seconds went by and he stood still, until it registered in his drunken state that he had accidentally probably given somebody a concussion.
He ripped the door away from the stranger in a hurry. The corridor was dark and he could barely see anything he was doing, but he frantically grabbed the stranger by the shoulders.
« FUCK. I AM SO SORRY. ARE YOU OKAY ? » he shouted, shaking the stranger.
« Uhm I uhhh »
« FUCK HOLD ON COME HERE I’LL FIND YOU A WET TOWEL ».
He suddenly moved the stranger inside the bathroom, manhandling him to sit on top of the toilet lid.
« I’m fin- »
Sanemi wasn’t listening banging everywhere on the wall trying to find a switch.
« FUCK HOLD ON LEMME FIND THE... »
The yellow tinted bathroom lights suddenly turned on, blinding him. His arms went to cover his eyes, but once he had adjusted to them :
There HE was, in all his glory.
The one and only.
Drumrolls please, because at this point his life is a circus and he’s the clown.
Tomioka stupid Giyuu !
They stared at each other, gaping as none of them knew what to do.
Tomioka was still sitting on the toilet lid, empty cup in hand with a damp spot in the middle of his black shirt (skin tight he might add). He seemed okay though no signs of redness anywhere nor pain.
The night possibly couldn’t get any worse...
Sanemi awkwardly cleared his throat.
« Are you uh hurt anywhere ? » for some reason he felt really sober at that moment. Maybe he should stop drinking for a while.
« No, you just knocked the door into my drink and I fell » The other responded, indifferent.
Fuck him honestly, he was just trying to be nice...
Wait a minute.
"What the fuck are you even doing here?" Sanemi just now realized how absurd the situation was. This was a house party for crying out loud, the LAST place Tomioka Giyuu would go to.
"In the bathroom?" Sanemi felt multiple veins pop on his forehead.
"No, at Uzui's place, how the hell did you even know there was a party in the first place???"
Tomioka raised his eyebrow.
"Uzui also happens to be my friend, he suggested I come, and to get my mind off of things I did"
"What things?"
Tomioka blushed. "Just... things..."
Tomioka suddenly stood up and walked towards Sanemi. A determined look plastered on his face.
The white haired tensed up, as the ravenette stopped too close for comfort.
« Shinazugawa » He called out, and he could feel the hair on his body standing as goosebumps ran across his skin like waves in a dangerous sea. He could practically hear the other’s breathing.
Tomioka’s fingers slid down from his own waist to the hem of his shirt, as he started pulling it up. Sanemi sweared he felt a vein pop. The ravenette was practically teasing him, dragging slowly his article of clothing off of himself showing off the ridges of his ribs against his delicate pale skin as they uncovered one by one.
When his shirt was completely off (and Sanemi’s mind went blank). He then carefully fisted into one of his hands, his shirt.
And all too suddenly, Sanemi felt too hot again. His flawless skin, skiny waist, broad shoulders, toned abs, he was wearing low waisted jeans too so everything was exposed. The white haired was turning redder and redder by the second. What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening???
Tomioka walked one step closer to Shinazugawa, and leaned in, mouth practically against the latter’s ear. His cheeks were bright red, was this bastard drunk as hell too ?!
Sanemi pursed his lips, internally screaming. He was so not prepared for this, he probably stank like sweat and alcohol too. His teeth grinded in a mix between anticipation and nervousness. What was he supposed to do now? Maybe he should make a run for it now-
« I need to wash my shirt, it has a stain on it, the sink is behind you».
Sanemi jumped back, face redder than a tomato, embarrassed and embarrasingly turned on.
Fuck this dude.
« Shinazugawa» the bane of his existence uttered. « I can’t get the stain out, it’s too sticky » the bastard had the nerve to look like some kicked puppy.
Looking at the ravenette scrubbing furiously at his shirt, Sanemi wondered how the hell it came to this point.
He scoffed. Incompetent (pretty) bastard.
« Well of course it’s not gonna come out with some measly hand soap and water .» he ripped the shirt out of Tomioka’s hand.
The latter pouted and it was almost cute if not for the fact that he was incredibly stupid.
« What am I supposed to do now . ».
Sanemi rolled his eyes.
« I don’t fucking know figure it out yourself you’re an adult. »
« Give me back my shirt then. »
« The shirt is damp now, no way. »
« Why not » Tomioka had a idiotic expression on his face which made Sanemi want to throw his ruined wet shirt back into his face.
« You’ll get sick » Why did he even care.
« Oh » the ravenette stood still, probably mulling over in his empty head other stupid ideas.
« Then I guess I will go out like this » He finally concluded (of course).
Sanemi groaned in his hands. He didn’t know why he even bothered with this man, but for some reason having everybody see him half naked like this made an ugly feeling surface on his tongue, and plus he’d feel awful if the latter catched a cold so…
He shrugged his white chemise off and threw it in Tomioka’s face, who made a small noise of surprise upon receiving it.
Sanemi was blushing profusely covering his face with one of his hands.
« Just wear this and give it back to me on Monday » he walked out, closing the door behind him to give the other some privacy.
Or don’t, burn it or something. Maybe that’d be better for his sanity.
They were still way too drunk, Sanemi thought as he walked down the stairs with Tomioka.
The latter suddenly tripped almost falling down the flight of steps but not before the white haired grabbed him by his hips. All Sanemi could think about was his back dimples and thin waist, as Tomioka regained balance.
The ravenette threw his hands onto Sanemi’s arm, holding onto him.
« Sorry » he whispered his deep blue eyes meeting his.
Fuck.
« It’s fine, just hold onto me » Sanemi blushed, looking away. He was too weak.
Tomioka smiled still holding onto the other.
He’s so fucked.
« Ahhh party’s are great, aren’t they Sa-Ne-Mi~ ? » Masachika ironically sang his name, stretching his arms out.
The changing room still had an annoying amount of people Sanemi thought, in a trance, looking off distantly. He left before the party ended anyways, but he did have a good time.
« Hmm they’re alright I guess ».
Masachika practically jumped onto Sanemi,
« WHAT you’ve never said ANYTHING positive from parties. SPILL NOOOOW ». Sanemi was struggling shoving his friend’s face away from his as the latter latched onto him.
« Hum ? » They turned around immediately at the voice behind them.
« Shina-I mean Sanemi » Tomioka swiftly corrected as he handed him a paper bag, blushing, bowing and quickly shuffling away.
Masachika raised an eyebrow at Sanemi, as the other shrugged him away and put the article away in his gym duffel bag.
« What was that all about ? » Masachika asked, scratching his cheek.
« None of your business, I’m heading home » Sanemi swiftly threw the bag onto his back and walked away.
« Oi Wait up you have so much to spill ! » Masachika screamed running to catch up with Sanemi.
His ears were red.
Sanemi was a weak man. A very very weak one indeed.
Fin
Bonus :
Sanemi reached inside his bag, pulling out the neatly ironed and folded chemise he had previously lended to Tomioka, and with it came a little bag and a note. Sanemi picked it up :
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Thank you for lending me your shirt.
Here are some treats i have made for you.
Have a nice evening
Tomioka Giyuu
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Sanemi chuckled as he opened the bag to some of the worst looking ohagi balls he’s ever seen.