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writetomyheart2015-04-27 10:30 pm
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[Team Two] Untitled
Had every intention on writing more, but ran out of time. Continuation of my yamajima boarding school fic here.
“Again?”
The moment the door clicks shut, Yamada throws himself onto his bed, only sparing the slightest of glances to the raised eyebrow Chinen sends his way. Moments later, heavy fabric hits his head, and then his stomach, and when Yamada finally sits up with a grunt, his underwear hits him in the face in replacement of the jeans that slid off.
“Ten minutes until they start serving breakfast, no time for a nap,” Chinen chides, easily dodging the shirt Yamada flings back. Then he tilts his head, purses his lips. “On second thought, you might want a long-sleeved shirt. And a turtleneck,” he says, and Yamada feels himself flush as Chinen’s gaze turns to the bruises peeking out from underneath last night’s shirt.
“Why don’t you stop waiting for me,” Yamada snaps as he slides off the bed. “Surely there’s something else you could do with your time than make commentary on my lifestyle choices.” There’s a pile of freshly washed clothes sitting at the end of his bed that he hadn’t put away last night, but he bypasses this for his wardrobe, in which he digs around.
Chinen just laughs, as always unperturbed by the venom in his voice. “I thought this is how it works, laughing at each other’s walks of shame.”
“Nobody laughs at you for anything,” Yamada grumbles, finding a shirt at last and tugging it out from underneath the pile. Once on his feet, he stomps off to the bathroom.
“It’s because you react and I don’t,” Chinen calls out to Yamada’s retreating back, sniggering again as Yamada flips him the finger. “Ten minutes!”
Yamada wrenches the door open and lets it slam shut behind him.
***
After the world’s fastest shower, they make it down just in time to see the first dishes arrive, but unlike Chinen, Yamada’s focus isn’t on the food. Yuto’s bed hair is visible even from the staircase, standing up tall against the sea of other boys’. With Chinen’s aid, Yamada staggers to the end of the shortest (but not by much) line, and then, later, out of it and to their usual table. It’s only when he’s seated, across from Yuto, and looks down at his plate that Yamada realises Chinen must have filled his plate, because there’s a huge cooked tomato right in the centre of it. He makes a face and lobs it off and onto Chinen’s plate, much to his friend’s delight.
“Aww, thanks honey,” Chinen chirps, spearing his now second tomato with his fork. “You’re so kind to me.”
Yamada makes another face and turns away from the mess that’s Chinen’s plate, and gets caught right in Yuto’s gaze. It’s soft and fond as he chuckles along with the others, turning into one of mirth when Yamada scrunches up his face at him.
He’s halfway through his food, paying no mind to the conversation around him, when Yamada realises. “Hey, how did you get here before me?” He’s pretty sure Yuto was still dead to the world when he crept out. Yamada tries to kick at Yuto in retaliation, but gets his leg trapped between Yuto’s instead.
Yuto shrugs, unconcerned, as he shovels in another mouthful of egg and merely wiggles his eyebrows.
Yamada makes another face at him and kicks his other leg out.
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“Again?”
The moment the door clicks shut, Yamada throws himself onto his bed, only sparing the slightest of glances to the raised eyebrow Chinen sends his way. Moments later, heavy fabric hits his head, and then his stomach, and when Yamada finally sits up with a grunt, his underwear hits him in the face in replacement of the jeans that slid off.
“Ten minutes until they start serving breakfast, no time for a nap,” Chinen chides, easily dodging the shirt Yamada flings back. Then he tilts his head, purses his lips. “On second thought, you might want a long-sleeved shirt. And a turtleneck,” he says, and Yamada feels himself flush as Chinen’s gaze turns to the bruises peeking out from underneath last night’s shirt.
“Why don’t you stop waiting for me,” Yamada snaps as he slides off the bed. “Surely there’s something else you could do with your time than make commentary on my lifestyle choices.” There’s a pile of freshly washed clothes sitting at the end of his bed that he hadn’t put away last night, but he bypasses this for his wardrobe, in which he digs around.
Chinen just laughs, as always unperturbed by the venom in his voice. “I thought this is how it works, laughing at each other’s walks of shame.”
“Nobody laughs at you for anything,” Yamada grumbles, finding a shirt at last and tugging it out from underneath the pile. Once on his feet, he stomps off to the bathroom.
“It’s because you react and I don’t,” Chinen calls out to Yamada’s retreating back, sniggering again as Yamada flips him the finger. “Ten minutes!”
Yamada wrenches the door open and lets it slam shut behind him.
***
After the world’s fastest shower, they make it down just in time to see the first dishes arrive, but unlike Chinen, Yamada’s focus isn’t on the food. Yuto’s bed hair is visible even from the staircase, standing up tall against the sea of other boys’. With Chinen’s aid, Yamada staggers to the end of the shortest (but not by much) line, and then, later, out of it and to their usual table. It’s only when he’s seated, across from Yuto, and looks down at his plate that Yamada realises Chinen must have filled his plate, because there’s a huge cooked tomato right in the centre of it. He makes a face and lobs it off and onto Chinen’s plate, much to his friend’s delight.
“Aww, thanks honey,” Chinen chirps, spearing his now second tomato with his fork. “You’re so kind to me.”
Yamada makes another face and turns away from the mess that’s Chinen’s plate, and gets caught right in Yuto’s gaze. It’s soft and fond as he chuckles along with the others, turning into one of mirth when Yamada scrunches up his face at him.
He’s halfway through his food, paying no mind to the conversation around him, when Yamada realises. “Hey, how did you get here before me?” He’s pretty sure Yuto was still dead to the world when he crept out. Yamada tries to kick at Yuto in retaliation, but gets his leg trapped between Yuto’s instead.
Yuto shrugs, unconcerned, as he shovels in another mouthful of egg and merely wiggles his eyebrows.
Yamada makes another face at him and kicks his other leg out.
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