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Dec. 29th, 2007 03:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThere’s almost, almost, the sweet tingling low in Atsushi’s belly of a job well done.
It’s been a good day so far. Yuuta had been so flustered by Yanagisawa announcing his business to the entire cafeteria that Atsushi had been able to steal his serving of peaches. Then Yuuta had fled the lunchroom, leaving Atsushi to enjoy himself teasing Shinya by slowly licking his spoon free of the sticky sweet peach juice.
The math test had been a breeze, and now Atsushi was watching Mizuki wrestle with a knot in his shoelaces while they got ready for practice. “So, even Mizuki-san has bad days sometimes?” Atsushi questioned, blanking his face when Mizuki shot a glare his way.
“As you know very well Atsushi-kun.” Mizuki sniffed, actually managing to get his shoelace unknotted at the last second and jamming his foot inside. Atsushi never could figure out how Mizuki could wear those trainers, their arches were high enough if felt like you were stabbing your foot every time you walked. “I occasionally have an off day.”
“Doesn’t have to do with Yuuta’s midnight wanderings does it?” Atsushi questioned carelessly. “We can’t have our star player and our manager losing sleep.”
Atsushi whistled as he slipped out of the clubroom. Now he had that warm fuzzy feeling of mischief managed. Sometimes it was nice seeing Mizuki look so frazzled and unnerved that you just wanted to pop something in his mouth to see if he’d suck. It might even be worth the consequences.
“AKAZAWA! TELL ATSUSHI TO RUN LAPS!”
The math test had been a breeze, and now Atsushi was watching Mizuki wrestle with a knot in his shoelaces while they got ready for practice. “So, even Mizuki-san has bad days sometimes?” Atsushi questioned, blanking his face when Mizuki shot a glare his way.
“As you know very well Atsushi-kun.” Mizuki sniffed, actually managing to get his shoelace unknotted at the last second and jamming his foot inside. Atsushi never could figure out how Mizuki could wear those trainers, their arches were high enough if felt like you were stabbing your foot every time you walked. “I occasionally have an off day.”
“Doesn’t have to do with Yuuta’s midnight wanderings does it?” Atsushi questioned carelessly. “We can’t have our star player and our manager losing sleep.”
Atsushi whistled as he slipped out of the clubroom. Now he had that warm fuzzy feeling of mischief managed. Sometimes it was nice seeing Mizuki look so frazzled and unnerved that you just wanted to pop something in his mouth to see if he’d suck. It might even be worth the consequences.
“AKAZAWA! TELL ATSUSHI TO RUN LAPS!”
