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Jun. 20th, 2009 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThere was something fundamentally… cute about Atobe's body. Oshitari couldn't place it. He was not quite sure what it was. Oshitari had never thought about boy's bodies before Hyotei, beyond teasing his cousin Kenya about the birthmark on his ass shaped like, well, Kenya. At Hyotei though it was like everyone exuded weird and bizarre 'look at my sexy body' pheromones. Oshitari didn't get it. He was pretty sure that HE didn't give off that feeling. Oshitari knew his body, it was weird, and bony, and knobby, and there was hair places there hadn't been hair last year. Atobe was still all sorts of smooth, and he was rounded too. Baby fat covered the edges of his elbows, and smoothed the sharp line of his jaw. It made his butt look really cute, and Oshitari found himself thinking about smacking it once in the showers.
Oshitari didn't feel that way about Gakuto's body, though he thought his new doubles partner was cute. Gakuto was slightly shorter than him, and feisty, his body acrobat thin and underveloped. His face was framed by that ridiculous gundam helmet hair cut, but Gakuto hit and kicked and bit people who insulted it, so Oshitari would never comment on the hair. Gakuto's butt wasn't round like Atobe's, it was kind of flat, not like a pancake, but just… just kind of flat. Gakuto's firm chest led down to a smooth, flat stomach, covered in light muscles. He was a gymnast, and for some reason a tennis player too. There was no part of Gakuto that wasn't muscled.
Oshitari knew, he'd looked. Something about Hyotei MADE him look. He'd never felt this way before…
Maybe it was the camaraderie of tennis. Gakuto was his doubles partner, Atobe was his captain. Still, Oshitari was pretty sure there was something wrong about looking at their bodies in the locker room. Hopefully they'd never notice.
Oshitari didn't feel that way about Gakuto's body, though he thought his new doubles partner was cute. Gakuto was slightly shorter than him, and feisty, his body acrobat thin and underveloped. His face was framed by that ridiculous gundam helmet hair cut, but Gakuto hit and kicked and bit people who insulted it, so Oshitari would never comment on the hair. Gakuto's butt wasn't round like Atobe's, it was kind of flat, not like a pancake, but just… just kind of flat. Gakuto's firm chest led down to a smooth, flat stomach, covered in light muscles. He was a gymnast, and for some reason a tennis player too. There was no part of Gakuto that wasn't muscled.
Oshitari knew, he'd looked. Something about Hyotei MADE him look. He'd never felt this way before…
Maybe it was the camaraderie of tennis. Gakuto was his doubles partner, Atobe was his captain. Still, Oshitari was pretty sure there was something wrong about looking at their bodies in the locker room. Hopefully they'd never notice.
