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The first time Yagyuu comes over to Niou’s house Niou has obviously prepared in advenace for his visit.

Niou’s home is spotless, the rugs recently vacuumed and the floor sparkling, his room is also neat with nothing out of place. If it was meant to relax Yagyuu it failed miserably. Niou’s mother greeted him warmly, a little too warmly; her fake eyelashes and heavy perfume made Yagyuu twitch, and gushed about how Masaharu had never cleaned for a guest before! Yagyuu had slanted a look at Niou, a look that was met by a fierce grin and glittering eyes.

 

Niou showed Yagyuu around his room, his hands fluttering to settle on Yagyuu’s back, his arm, his leg, his butt, at any opportunity. Yagyuu sat straight backed in Niou’s computer chair while the other sprawled on his bed. Yagyuu notes that even the posters on the wall look brand new.

 

The second time Yagyuu visits Niou’s house it is because Niou has been sick and Yukimura told Yagyuu to bring Niou his schoolwork. Yagyuu is reasonably sure that Yukimura was sending Yagyuu to spy and make sure Niou wasn’t just skipping class. Yagyuu knocks on the door and receives no answer, worried he tries the door, stepping in unsurely when he finds the front door unlocked. He calls around, closing the door behind him, but there is still no answer. Deciding he should drop Niou’s work off as long as he’s there Yagyuu toes his shoes off.

 

“Yagyuu…” The voice is hoarse and Niou looks far less of a tricky predator with flattened hair and a quilt wrapped around him. “You come to check up on my partner?”

 

“I came to bring you your homework.” Niou has a habit of calling Yagyuu ‘partner’ even though they rarely play doubles together. When they do play doubles they’re an unbeatable team though, strong enough to give Sanada and Yukimura a run for their money.

 

“Oh.” Niou’s face drops, the others emotions honestly revealed because of his fever. “You can leave it on the table, I’ll get it later.” Then Niou heads back into the kitchen. Frowning Yagyuu sets the homework down and follows. He sees Niou stirring a pot of soup, a tray half filled with what would be lunch.

 

“Where’s your mother?”

 

“Out.” The statement is cutting, obviously meant to end that train of questioning. Yagyuu pushes up his glasses and shoulders Niou out of the way.

 

“Go upstairs, I’ll bring this when I’m done.” Niou leaves, grumbling, and nearly trips over a pair of tennis shoes he has left littered on the floor.

 

The third time Yagyuu visits there are beer and soda bottles strewn over the living room floor and Niou is collapsed on the couch, a half full trashbag held loosely in one hand.

 

“Masaharu.” Yagyuu shakes Niou’s shoulder, his tone obviously displeased. “Masaharu.” Niou hadn’t shown up for classes today, and Yagyuu came as soon as practice was over. Niou blinks tired eyes up at him before realizing that Yagyuu’s not supposed to be in the house and shakes the tiredness off.

 

“Did I miss school?”

 

“Yes.” Yagyuu takes the trashbag, beginning to clean up the remnants of what was obviously a wild party.

 

“Aaaaaah, crap.” Niou curses. “Buchou’s gonna kill me.”

 

“Yes.” Yagyuu takes pleasure in knowing that Niou will be too tired to even think about more parties this week