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kat8chaNiou had primarily managed to get through the day without any of the girls offering him presents bursting into tears. There had been one girl who offered Niou an extremely embarrasing bento (with pink rice formed in the shape of a heart, and their names spelled out next to each other in seaweed) who had burst into tears when Niou refused to eat it, but other than that it had been a primarily crying free day.
…well, except for the little first years Yukimura had just made cry.
“So,” Niou planted an elbow on Yagyuu’s shoulder, which was pointedly (hah, bad pun) shrugged off. “We going to karaoke for my birthday?”
“Is. It. Your. Birthday?” Kirihara asked woodenly, like he was delivering a line for an elementary school musical. “Wow, Niou-senpai. I. Never. Knew.”
Kirihara smiled widely, apparently having been told to look cute by whoever had tutored him for this job.
Niou blinked at Kirihara before he the laughter burst out of him. “Ah ha ha haahahaha… worst actor ever Kirihara.”
Kirihara scowled. “I hate you, senpai, Marui-senpai said I did it really well!”
“Marui is a hack.” Niou glanced at the other end of the courts where Marui was playing against Jackal. Or, pretending to play. Marui flipped him off instead of serving.
“MARUI!” Sanada roared from right behind Niou. Niou twitched, his hair ruffled by the force of Sanada’s shout. Looking over his shoulder Niou smirked.
“Vice-captain! How’s life?”
Sanada glowered from underneath his cap, a dark shadow was over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It made looking Sanada in the face very hard. “Niou.”
Niou waited, but Sanada did not say anything afterwards. “…vice-captain?”
A muscle in Sanada’s jaw twitched, and it slowly spread all over the bottom half of his face. Niou waited. Finally the spasming muscles hit Sanada’s mouth and his lips moved.
Slowly.
It took another second for the spasms to hit Sanada’s vocal cords.
“NIOU!” Sanada stopped, and then returned to a normal volume. “Niou.”
“…” Niou grinned. “So, just gonna shout my name, precious, or was there something else you wanted to say?”
A spasmodic twitch ran down Sanada’s arm and he briefly lifted his hand, like he was ready to smack Niou.
“Genichirou.” Yukimura’s scolding voice now, the one that made little firsties cry and hard core third years wet their pants. Niou could hear the non-regulars heading for the showers. Yukimura must have ended practice. It was about time too, Yukimura’d held it over about a half an hour. “Are you going to say it?”
The rest of the regulars began to gather around.
Sanada’s shoulders straightened. “…yes. I will. Niou. Here is your present.” An envelope pressed into Niou’s chest. Niou slipped it easily out of Sanada’s hand and Sanada’s hand froze on his chest for another second. Niou enjoyed the hot vaguely sweaty feel of a warm chest.
“You guys all chipped in and got me a card?” Niou ripped open the envelope and pulled out the slip of paper inside.
“…” Niou grinned. “Get out of laps free? Only usable once?” Niou glanced at Sanada and Yukimura’s faces. “Huh. So, is it good for just one yell, or what?”
“One day.” Yanagi said from his position behind Niou. “All day. From both of them.”
Niou could tell that Yukimura was about as unhappy about that as Sanada. “So it’s really Yanagi’s present to me, right?”
“My present is so better.” Kirihara muttered sulkily. Niou ignored him.
“So, I think I’ll use it…” Niou grabbed the back of Sanada’s neck and pulled him down, smashing their lips together. The black hat got knocked off and fell to e ground. Sanada’s shout of ‘taroundarou’ was muffled by Niou’s mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue into Sanada’s mouth. Then Niou pulled back (before anything got bitten off) and bolted for the showers. “NOW!”
“NIOU!” Twin shouts of discordant voices, one high, one low, and the chorus of snickers from the rest of the team, which were all quickly stifled, followed Niou into the shower.
…well, except for the little first years Yukimura had just made cry.
“So,” Niou planted an elbow on Yagyuu’s shoulder, which was pointedly (hah, bad pun) shrugged off. “We going to karaoke for my birthday?”
“Is. It. Your. Birthday?” Kirihara asked woodenly, like he was delivering a line for an elementary school musical. “Wow, Niou-senpai. I. Never. Knew.”
Kirihara smiled widely, apparently having been told to look cute by whoever had tutored him for this job.
Niou blinked at Kirihara before he the laughter burst out of him. “Ah ha ha haahahaha… worst actor ever Kirihara.”
Kirihara scowled. “I hate you, senpai, Marui-senpai said I did it really well!”
“Marui is a hack.” Niou glanced at the other end of the courts where Marui was playing against Jackal. Or, pretending to play. Marui flipped him off instead of serving.
“MARUI!” Sanada roared from right behind Niou. Niou twitched, his hair ruffled by the force of Sanada’s shout. Looking over his shoulder Niou smirked.
“Vice-captain! How’s life?”
Sanada glowered from underneath his cap, a dark shadow was over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It made looking Sanada in the face very hard. “Niou.”
Niou waited, but Sanada did not say anything afterwards. “…vice-captain?”
A muscle in Sanada’s jaw twitched, and it slowly spread all over the bottom half of his face. Niou waited. Finally the spasming muscles hit Sanada’s mouth and his lips moved.
Slowly.
It took another second for the spasms to hit Sanada’s vocal cords.
“NIOU!” Sanada stopped, and then returned to a normal volume. “Niou.”
“…” Niou grinned. “So, just gonna shout my name, precious, or was there something else you wanted to say?”
A spasmodic twitch ran down Sanada’s arm and he briefly lifted his hand, like he was ready to smack Niou.
“Genichirou.” Yukimura’s scolding voice now, the one that made little firsties cry and hard core third years wet their pants. Niou could hear the non-regulars heading for the showers. Yukimura must have ended practice. It was about time too, Yukimura’d held it over about a half an hour. “Are you going to say it?”
The rest of the regulars began to gather around.
Sanada’s shoulders straightened. “…yes. I will. Niou. Here is your present.” An envelope pressed into Niou’s chest. Niou slipped it easily out of Sanada’s hand and Sanada’s hand froze on his chest for another second. Niou enjoyed the hot vaguely sweaty feel of a warm chest.
“You guys all chipped in and got me a card?” Niou ripped open the envelope and pulled out the slip of paper inside.
“…” Niou grinned. “Get out of laps free? Only usable once?” Niou glanced at Sanada and Yukimura’s faces. “Huh. So, is it good for just one yell, or what?”
“One day.” Yanagi said from his position behind Niou. “All day. From both of them.”
Niou could tell that Yukimura was about as unhappy about that as Sanada. “So it’s really Yanagi’s present to me, right?”
“My present is so better.” Kirihara muttered sulkily. Niou ignored him.
“So, I think I’ll use it…” Niou grabbed the back of Sanada’s neck and pulled him down, smashing their lips together. The black hat got knocked off and fell to e ground. Sanada’s shout of ‘taroundarou’ was muffled by Niou’s mouth and allowed him to slip his tongue into Sanada’s mouth. Then Niou pulled back (before anything got bitten off) and bolted for the showers. “NOW!”
“NIOU!” Twin shouts of discordant voices, one high, one low, and the chorus of snickers from the rest of the team, which were all quickly stifled, followed Niou into the shower.
